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Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Chapter 20
"When my love comes down, I don't have to run around
I've got you and you know just what to do
to fulfill all my needs and satisfy me
But I'd like to know if the sexual healing is mutual,
do you feel what I'm feeling?
Do I please you? Do I fill the need? I know I might sound bold,
but I'd just like to know
Is it good to you? I want to know
Is it good to you? Oooh, I got to know, yeah
Is it good to you? C'mon and tell me, boy, yeah
Is it good to you?"
Tammy Lucas – "Is it Good to You?"
Damn near shit-faced.
That's how N'Jobu felt sitting around the V.I.P. table with his friends. Drinks flowed, the music was out of control, and it felt so good to curse with Birnin Zana slang without having to check himself. He had known these guys since he was six years old. They were loyal, discreet, and fucking funny as hell.
Once N'Jobu caught up with the current happenings in and around Birnin Zana, and who was screwing who on the down low and in public, the conversation took a turn when he discovered that it was Jax going through the pregnancy scandal with the newly divorced socialite and River Tribe noblewoman.
Tossing back more plum liquor shots, N'Jobu heard the sordid tale straight from the jackass's mouth.
"Like, damn, Jax. Why the hell didn't you use protection? Ngqundu wako!" N'Jobu scolded.
wap//trevante rhodes
Summary: This is what happens when Trevante gets to some W.A.P.
Trevante Rhodes x Black! Reader
Warning: This ain’t nothing but filthy, sweaty, wet sex. So if you not 18+...gon somewhere.
“Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy.”
“You gon fuck this pussy?”, you moaned as Trevante slithered between your thighs, a predator lurking its prey, eyes on you. He nods, opening your legs wider. He moves your panties to the side and slips his tongue into your wet folds, flicking your swollen, pulsing clit. He separates your folds gently with his fingers, sliding them down and inserting slowly. Tongue circling around your clit as he thrusts his fingers inside you.
You were soaking wet, his fingers slippery and coated in your juices. You arched your back up as your toes curled, “Oh shitttt Treee.”, you whined, soft and honeyed, making a switch flip. Trevante buried his whole face into you, licking and slurping. Your fists were clenched onto the sheets, attempting to control yourself, “Fuck!”, you squealed, you were sliding up to the headboard, your body running away and yearning for more. Trevante grabbed you by your waist and pulled you back, “Don’t run from what you begged for.”, he advises you. You were panting, trying not to cum. He looked at you with a smirk on his face, beard damp. You reached forward, holding his chin up, guiding him to you and he followed, planting small kisses on your body. He kissed all over your neck, nibbling and sucking, making you moan. “All that shit you was talking.”, he smiles, kissing you deep and slow, hand around your neck, “Shit gon be mine by the end of the night.”
“Work for that shit then.”, you purred. “You know I am lil mama.”, he trailed back down and grabbed your waist, bringing your body off the bed. He puts your legs on his shoulders. An evil smirk spreads across his face before he buries his face back into you, legs wrapped around his neck, your hand on top of his head as he brought you higher, “Oh fuck!”, you jerked forward cumming all over his face, “There you go baby girl.”
He slides your panties all the way off, he then takes off his grey boxers, stroking himself slowly, pre-cum dripping onto the sheets, “You ready?”, he asks, head tilted, waiting for your response. You nod as he looms over you, kissing your chest and neck as he pushes into you slow. You gasped, he enjoyed the feeling of your warm breath on his neck. He stroked nice and slow, deep strokes, you felt every inch, balls deep.
Your hands clenched around his arm as he pumped into you. “...Fuck.”, he cursed under his breath, he started to speed up. Your pussy was talking, holding a whole conversation. It sounded like a water park. Flip-flops after the pool.
“Baby fuck me harder.”, you moaned, Trevante started to go faster, slamming into you, his rough grunts were music to your ears as he dived deeper and deeper into you. Trevante had his hand over your throat as he nibbled and whispered in your ear, “You like that shit huh?”, chills ran down your spine as your pussy jumped, never running dry. He flipped you over, you arched your back, wiggling your plump ass in the air. He smacked it and you squealed, “Beat this pussy up. Talk yo shit for this wet ass pussy.” He pressed inside you, hands around your waist, pulling you into his dick, there was no running from this dick.
He pulled your head up, sticking his fingers in your mouth as you gagged, spit all over your mouth. You stuck your fingers in your mouth and massaged your pussy. You struggled to stay up, ready to tap out. Your body was weak. He smacked your ass again, “Don’t lose that arch baby.”, he groans as he continues. “Baby I can’t take this big dick.”, you whined. “You got this. Yo wet ass pussy...”, he grunted again. You put your ass up higher, taking every stroke. “There you go baby girl.”, he starts to slow down his pace, giving you a break.
He slows down to a halt and lays beside you, stroking his dick, “Come take a ride.”, Trevante smirks. You get yourself together and get on top. Starting to ride slow and at a steady pace. Trevante holds you up, supporting you, looking deep into your eyes, “Spit in my mouth.”
“What?”, you continue to ride. “You heard me. Spit in my mouth.”, he says sternly. He opens his mouth and you spit in his mouth as you ride him. You start to speed up, grinding into him, slowly working yourself up, putting those stallion knees to the test. You begin to bounce up and down, leaving a thick cream coated dick. “There you go.”, he watches you, holding himself together, ready to bust inside you.
You begin to slow down a bit, massaging your clit and holding yourself up with the other arm, “Oh shitttt.”, you moan, biting your lip. Trevante grabs you and flips you over so he’s on top, he begin to pound into you unmercifully, you grabbed the sheets as you screamed and squealed with pleasure. “Take that dick.”, Trevante grunted as he slammed into you. You came and he continued, “We gon get another one out of you.” He pulled out, dick slick with cum. He sits on the edge of the bed, “Come suck it off.”, he demands.
You get off the bed onto your knees. You grab his erected dick in your hands, stroking it once and then twice before popping it into your mouth, stroking and sucking. Making sure it hit the back of your throat, you gagged and choked, spit dripped from your mouth on his dick. Tre was gripping the sheets, all his muscles flexed. You go down and put one of his balls in your mouth, coating it on spit, sucking it gently. And then coming back up, tongue swirling over his tip. “Shit shit shit.”, Tre grunted. You put it all in your mouth, holding it until you couldn’t breathe and come up slowly.
“Fuccckkkk.” Trevante had his hand on back of your head, pushing it down slowly. He busted in your mouth, warm liquid coating your throat as you swallowed it. He watched you, intrigued. Soaking pussy, thrusting, eyes never leaving him, “Cum for me daddy.”, you whisper. Trevante pumps faster, the veins in his forehead popping out, he was holding on for dear life.
You took you fingers out your pussy and sucked on them before putting them back in. You opened your legs wider so could see the view better.
You squirted, surprising yourself, gasping, “Oh shit.”, you moaned, slipping your fingers out slowly and massaging your clit. Trevante came all over your body, watching you glazed in both you and his cum. “You so fucking sexy.”, he helped you up, pulling into a rough passionate kiss. “You like this wet ass pussy.”, you smirked, biting his ear.
“Nah baby. I love that wet ass pussy.”, he kissed you again, “And we ain’t done.”, he smiles.
grown up// trevante rhodes
Summary: You haven’t seen your ex-boyfriend since college and a lot has changed.
Trevante Rhodes x Black! Reader
Song: Danny Brown// Grown up
“Remember back then we thought we growed up”
You were sitting in your car in front the damn near empty diner. Your hands were still planted on the steering wheel. Trembling breath, you were nervous. Why were you nervous? You hadn’t seen Trevante since college graduation. So many things had changed in your life since then and you were sure things were different in his. You opened the car door and grabbed your purse, hands shaking. You were dressed pretty simple, jeans and a graphic tee, gold jewelry for a little touch. You pulled put your phone and looked at the address Tre sent to you, it was the right place.
You opened the door, a tiny bell chiming, alarming everyone of your presence. You took a quick glimpse around and your eyes landed on a familiar person, sitting in a booth, sipping water from a clear glass cup. He’s staring at the table, waiting patiently. You begin to walk towards the table and he looks up, a smile spreading on his face, “(Y/N)?”, he says, eyes roaming around. You let out a small nervous laugh and nod, “Hey Tre. Long time no see.” Trevante stands up and gives you a hug, “You still look the same.” You laugh and step back to look at him, “You gained some more muscle. A lot more.”, you tease. Trevante flexes his muscles, “I stay in the gym.” He laughs, it’s a booming laugh, just like you remembered. You touch his arm, “Solid as a rock.”, you joke. He smiles at you, eyes sparkling. It was a shimmer, he was full of conversation, you could tell.
Sliding into the booth, you sat your purse down beside you, “So how have you been these last-”
“Three years.”, Trevante finished your sentence for you. He looked down at the table nervously, “It’s been three years and some change.”, he chuckles and looks up at you with those glimmering brown eyes. You study him and a soft smile spreads across your face, “How have you been these past three years and some change?” Trevante shrugs, “I’ve been doing my own thing and waiting on you.” You laugh, it’s just how he remembered it, “Waiting on me?”, you sit up straight. He nods, “It took three years for this reunion.”
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting Trevante.”, you smirk, “I’m a busy woman.” Trevante nods, “I’ve heard. Eshe told me about your blooming business. I’m proud of you. You had been talking about starting that business since junior year of college. And to see you put your words into action...”, he pauses, smiling, “Like I said, I’m proud of you.”
You smile, “Tre, that means so much to me. I mean it. Especially coming from you. You motivated me the whole time.” Trevante watches the waitress walk up behind you with a notepad. “Hope y’all are having a lovely evening. What can I start y’all off with?”, she asks with the brightest smile. Trevante looks at you and you look at him, eyebrows raised. Trevante smiles, “Give me two of your specials, the fried catfish.” The kind waitress scribbles it down in her notepad and looks up at the both of them, “Anything else?” You shake your head and Trevante speaks, “No ma’am that’s all for now. Thank you so much.”, he gives her a kind smile and watches her leave. He puts his attention back on you, “I had no choice bu to motivate you (Y/N). I don’t want to see my girl fail.”, he traces random shapes on the table. A habit he had when he was nervous, he had always been a little shy and awkward at times. You thought it was cute. “What are you thinking about Tre?”, you touch his hand without thinking and quickly puts it back in your lap.
He looks up at you, “You. Something I think about pretty often.”, he felt like a shy school boy, “I know we ain’t kids no more. Immature college kids with big dreams. But every time I allowed you to drift from my mind, you come right back in. Every time I sit in my apartment, I could be doing regular ass shit. Like washing the dishes, and I would wonder how you were doing? And did you ever miss what connection we had?”
You look away, not sure if you wanted to look him in the eyes. All your feelings swirling around in the pit of your stomach. He was waiting for a response, afraid that he fucked up, “We don’t have to skip down memory lane. We can talk about the present. The now.”, he says quietly.
“Trevante, every time I think about how we ended. That guilt moves throughout my body. I shouldn’t have said that childish shit. And as many times I can and will apologize for it, that feeling will never go away.”
The library was quiet and empty. You and Trevante were studying for the biggest test of our senior year. Both of you were determined to pass with flying colors. You let out a small yawn and Tre rubs your back, “We getting there baby girl.” You nod slowly and turn the page, scanning and highlighting. “Hey guys, the library is closing in a few minutes. If you need anything , you know where I am.”, the sweet librarian whispered. She knew that you and Trevante were in the library almost everyday together. Trevante nods, “We’re about to pack up. Thank you.”, he says quietly, closing his book.
The librarian walks off, leaving you and Trevante. You begin to pack up all your stuff in your backpack. After everything is done, Trevante looks at you, “Ready?” You nod with a weak, tired smile.
Walking outside, the sky was pitch black. You held Tre’s hand tight as you could. “Damn baby. You okay?”, he looks down at you. “I’m just scared.”, you admit. “Ain’t nothing to be scared of. I got you.”, he kisses your forehead.
Finally reaching the car, he opens the door for you and you slip inside, waiting for him to get in the drivers side. He opens the door and gets inside, starting up the car. He turns on a playlist. “I can’t wait for us to move in together. Not getting to sleep next to you every night bothers me sometimes. A nigga can’t sleep most of the time without you.”, he jokes looking over at you, “Then we can get married and have a couple of kids. But we should probably get settled into our careers first.”, he explains, “I can imagine it now. Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes.”, he laughs, a small chuckle. He looks over seeing you were half sleep and decides to focus on the road.
Making it to the apartment, Trevante walks you up the stairs and makes sure your inside. Before you walk inside you turn to look at him, “Tre, don’t take this the wrong way but I never really saw a future for us outside of college.”, you admit. Watching his face fall into the deepest frown hurt you, you but were telling the truth. “What you mean?”, he stuffs his hands deep into his pockets.
“Tre...”, you touch his arm, “It’s not like I don’t care about you or anything. But like you said, our careers should probably come first. And I don’t think I could focus on you and my career. I wouldn’t be able to give you enough time or energy.”, you explain.
Trevante nods slowly, trying to get his mind to wrap around that he just heard come out your mouth. He was hurt, extremely hurt. “I understand. I want to best for you. Just like you want the best for me.”, he clears his throat, “So we breaking up?”
You study him, it’s clear that you’ve hurt him, “If that’s what you want to do.”, you talk soft. “If that’s what I want to do...”, he repeats your response looking down at his shoes,”I guess, um, I’ll see you around until...yeah.”, he waves the thought away, “Good night (Y/N). Love you.”
“Good night Tre.”
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idgaf // erik killmonger
Summary: After you and Erik break up, he sees you posting on Instagram with different niggas, he don’t like that shit.
Erik Killmonger x Black! Reader
A/N: This is my formal apology for making y’all cry.
The gym was mostly empty, Erik and a couple of his friends had decided to get a late workout in before they parted ways. Erik wiped his brow, “So?”, he shrugged when his friend, Rakim, showed him a picture of you and some dude posted up at the club. “Nigga...you know you care.”, his other friend, Chris, laughed. Rakim and Chris began cracking jokes and Erik was fed up, “Can y’all shut the fuck up with all that fucking cackling.” Rakim laughed harder, “This nigga butt hurt.” They laughed harder. Erik grunted and got up, “Dumbass niggas.”, he grabbed his bottle of water and checked his phone. Nothing.
Erik heard hushed whispers from his friend and looked back at them. They were staring wide-eyed at something. He glanced in the direction they were looking and froze, “What the fuck?”, Erik said a little louder than he needed to. There you were, all cute in your gym wear with a dude Erik didn’t recognize. Erik bit his lip, preventing himself from saying anything. He wanted to confront you, he thought about, watching you giggle and touch up some nigga that wasn’t him made his blood boil. “Fuck this.”, he murmured as he started in the direction you were.
You looked up to see Erik walking towards you and groaned, “Oh shit...”, your friend Andre turned to see Erik, “Oh shit...”, he sighed. Erik leaned on the counter you were by and blinked. Like he literally blinked, and it was so slow, “What’s up.” He was pissed, you could tell. “Hey Er-”, you started but he interrupted you, “You knew I would be here. You tryna show off yo new nigga?”, he gestured to Andre. “Erik...I didn’t come here to see you. I came to work out with my friend.”, you looked at him, “It shouldn’t matter to you anyway.” Erik was currently having a staring contest with Andre, he didn’t hear anything you had said. “A friend?”, Erik studied Andre. Maybe he did hear you. “Yeah, I’m a friend.”, Andre looked at Erik. You watched them and sighed, “Can y’all stop? I just wanted to fucking work out.”, you picked up your water bottle and bag, “I’ll see you later Andre.”, you tried to walk off and Erik grabbed your arm, “You over me already?” You scrunched up your face in disgust, “Don’t. “, you yanked your arm away from him. You knew you shouldn’t have messed with his crazy ass.
You walked out the gym, your unlocked your doors and got in your car. You looked up to see Erik and his friends walking out the gym followed by some of the gym employees. “Oh my-auughhh.”, you let out frustrated sigh. You got out the car and stomped up to Erik, “What did you do?” Erik looked you up and down, “Tell yo ‘friend’ to watch his mouth with he speaking to me.” You were beyond pissed, “What the fuck is the matter with you?!”, you pushed him,”You always starting shit! You are so fucking immature and insecure!”, you poked his chest. He grabbed your hand and flung it away from me, “Don’t act you this shit isn’t yo fucking fault!”, he snapped back. “My fault? My fault?! Are you fucking dumb?! Yo stupid ass broke up with me! And that you don’t have me anymore, you wanna play the fucking blame game.”, you pointed at him. “Getcho finger out my face.”, Erik growled. “Shut the fuck up Erik.”. you rolled your eyes. “That’s why we ain’t together now, ‘cause you do stupid shit like this.”, Erik gestured towards you. Rakim and Chris were standing there quiet, not sure if they wanted to butt in.
“I hate you Erik. I’m glad I’m not with yo stupid ass. You’re so fucking sick in the head.”, you walked past him and went into the gym to check on Andre. He was sitting down with an ice pack over his eye. “I’m sooo sorry Andre.”, you walked up to him. “It’s aight. You ain’t responsible for his grown ass.”, Andre chuckled, “I’m not gon press charges or anything. I shouldn’t have said what I said anyway.” You moved the ice pack away from his eye to see what it looked like, there was a bit of bruising starting on his top lid, “What did you say?”, you looked at him. “I don’t want to repeat it.”, he shook his head. “Well...do you want me to take you home?” Andre put the ice pack back on his eye, “It’s fine. I can drive.” You sighed, “Are you sure Andre?” He nodded, “Don’t worry about me.” You got up and hugged him, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Andre laughed, “Probably not.”, he replied.
when i see u // trevante rhodes
Summary: Gossip and rumors aren’t the only interesting thing going on at the office.
Trevante Rhodes x Black! Reader
A/N: Okay bbys, I said I had it, so here it is. This fic is based on Fantasia-When I See You. This song was on repeat when I was writing this, I couldn’t help but to imagine Trevante’s fine assssss. Tell me what y’all think. I’m getting to the requests soon, everything is in my drafts waiting to be posted.
“You're always on my mind.”
Working in an office environment, gossip and rumors were the only interesting and appealing thing around. That and Trevante Rhodes, one of the four supervisors in the call center. If you had eyes, you were attracted to him. body carved by the Universe’s hand. He was beauty.
“Good work Alyssa.”, Trevante high fives a tempt agent. The poor girl looked as if she were going to melt into her seat, “Thank you.”, she smiles. Trevante walks back to his desk, two cubicles down from yours. You were typing up calling lists for the agents, a request from the manager, sales had to be up by the end of this month. “(Y/n)?”, Trevante is leaning back in his chair to get your attention. “Yes?”, you lean back also.
“I need some help really quick.”, he tries to whisper, he isn’t good at it. “Trevante Rhodes doesn’t know how to do something?”, you tease. “I’m human.”, he shrugs. “Here I come.”, you get up and walk over, “What’s the problem sir?”, you lean down. Trevante studies you, a smile on his face, “Well, Miss (Y/L/N), I’ve made a mistakes making one of the lists.” You loom at the computer screen, “Trevante...”, you shake your head, trying not to laugh, “We’re on the same list. You’re supposed to be working on the other one. This one.”, you point, “The one with your name on it.”, you glance at him. Trevante looks closer, “Seems like I accidentally clicked yours.”, he looks up at you and smiles.
“Accidentally? Sure Mr. Rhodes.”, you laugh, “I have to tend to my agents. Let me excuse myself from your awful attempt at flirting.”, you joke.
“Me? Flirting?”, Trevante grabs his chest as if he’s hurt. “Yes. You.”, laugh and walk back to your desk. You start typing up again. An email.
rhodes.trevante@calljob
when are you free?
You lean back to get a glimpse at him, he’s already looking at you, he;s smiling, showing all of his gleaming white teeth. You lean back foward.
yourlast.yourfirst@calljob
this is what you use your work email for?
rhodes.trevante@calljob
only for you.
yourlast.yourfirst@calljob
saturday, 8pm, and i like red tulips
rhodes.trevante@calljob
noted.
You smile to yourself and start typing and checking previous lists. The lunch break had began, and half of the agents were gone. You see Trevante rolling his chair over. “What do you like?”, he strokes his beard. You look at him, “What do you mean?”
“What’s you favorite food?”, he picks up your sticky notes and begins writing something down. “Surprise me.”
Trevante looks up at you, a slow smirk spreading on his face, “Also noted.”, he puts the sticky notes down, “So we don’t have to communicate through email.”, he winks and starts rolling backwards to his desk, the wheel gets stuck and he has to wiggle his way out, “This is awkward...”, he nervously chuckles.
“It is. I’ll let it slide.”, you tease.
“thank you.”, he smiles, you never got tired of seeing it. You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to your computer. An email.
rhodes.trevante@calljob
when i see u
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