We’ve Got the Jazz
A/N: If anyone follows Winston’s IG stories, after the HeForShe summit, he went to a jazz lounge. I’m just imagining what the Duke and the Doctor did that evening. There’s also smut, so please pray for it.
Suggested Listening for the Nastiness
Warning(s): Fluff, Black Love, SMUT, Surprise smutty elements
Word Count: Ehh
The room was filled with the sounds of The Golden Girls and well-deserved snoring. Loud, hibernation-like snoring was coming from both you and your soon-to-be husband. Your legs were stretched across Winston’s lap as he was sitting on the couch, his head tilted all the way back and mouth wide open. Your incoming FaceTime call from Tanisha finally woke you and Winston from the almost two hour nap.
After almost being lured in by the temptations of a certain island lover, you finally made it downstairs to see Tanisha waiting patiently for you. The two of you hugged each other tightly. You hadn’t seen each other since the Sheinbloom Gala. She was now traveling between New York and Los Angeles as a costume designer and stylist.
“Khalida, darling, you are GLOWING! Engagement and a pregnancy scare look great on you.”, Tanisha remarked. You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, Neesh. Let’s go.”, you huffed holding back a laugh. The two of you Ubered to one of the many plus size boutiques she was familiar with. Tonight, you and Winston were going on a date. Very seldom do the two of you ever have normal dates,yet alone the time to go on a date with your hectic lives. You were treating him to dinner and a surprise trip to the jazz club the two of you had gone to on your third date. With all of the great things happening in your lives, you wanted to show him that you could treat him the way that he always treats you. Most importantly, you two wanted to officially celebrate your engagement, so the outfits needed to be on point.
“So do you have an idea of what you want to wear tonight? Something short and tight, I’m sure.”, Neesh asked searching through the racks. You were across the racks looking through the other side. “You know me so well, Neesh. I was thinking about wearing one of those... vintage pencil ...dresses.”, you answered deep in thought. She knew exactly what you were referring to; she’d recommended the same style to you for another occasion in years past. She smirked, “Uh-huh. Like the off-shoulder type? I know what you’re getting at. I know just the place.”
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You practically ran back up to the suite, garment bag in tow. The hair appointment ran over a little later than expected, so the makeup routine was going to be cute short by 10 minutes. You were welcomed to Winston grooving to your makeup playlist (it had trap,R&B, twerk, and Afrobeats all in one). The Kaytranada remix of Janet Jackson’s “If” was blaring, so he didn’t even hear you walk in. You smacked his ass firmly, running into the bathroom and locking the doors. “DAMMIT,DENAE! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!”, Winston roared. You were on the floor dying of laughter as his knocks went unanswered. You paused the music from the bathroom control screen. “You gots to be more careful, Chris. I keep telling you this.”, you were catching your breath and attempting to subdue your laughter. You could sense his irritation through the door. When you unlocked the door, Winston was attempting to hold a laugh in and aggressively shaking his head.
“Oooohh, Denae, you better be glad I love you. I would ha--”
“--ve not done a goddamn thing. I know you too well. You muthafuckin’ tried it!”, you crossed your arms and craned your neck up to meet Winston’s gaze. You went in for a kiss. “I’m starting my makeup now. Can you hang that bag up in the closet for me, please? Thanks, beautiful.” You pushed him out of the bathroom as you began your transformation.
You walked into the room in your robe, face beat to the gawds. You lathered yourself in your orange-scented coconut oil, making sure Winston took notice. Winston sat up in the bed as he watched you. “Your hair and makeup looks beautiful and you’re wearing that love oil. You must be trying to get into some trouble, young lady.”, Winston interrogated with a stern look on his face. You decided to play coy.
“Me? Trouble? Never.”, you responded half an octave higher than normal. You were lying like hell. You knew you were playing with fire the moment you purchased that dress.
“No trouble,eh?”, he chuckled deeply, “We’ll see.” You were all too familiar with that chuckle. The fate of your cervix was being sealed and you were more than excited. You strutted to the beat of Marvin Gaye’s “Got to Give it Up” towards the closet to retrieve your undergarments, your shoes, and the garment bag. You strutted back to the bathroom with an extra pep in your step.
“Chris, sweetie, can you help me with my necklace?”, you beckoned sweetly. He slid the main door open and his eyes grew big at the sight he saw in the mirror.
Your platinum locs were beautifully swept to the left side with curls carefully pinned into pin-up like swoops. Your face was simple yet elegant. It was lightly bronzed with a PAWPPIN’ ass highlight. Your plump lips were painted with your favorite Fenty bright red lip paint. Though the dress was black, you could see all the great works the dress was doing for your shapely figure. It was practically made for you. The off-shoulder neckline complimented your collarbone tattoo perfectly. Thanks to the strapless push-up bra you were wearing, your voluptuous cleavage sat beautifully within the “V” of the dress. The dress was just tight enough--your imperfect hourglass figure clinged to the fabric of the dress. Your fupa was slightly concealed by the ruching of the dress. Your legs glistened in the bright light of the bathroom. The pale blue satin pumps (one of Winston’s favorite pairs of pumps) were the icing on the cake. They defined your slightly toned thick calf muscles, something that Winston appreciated.
Winston stood in threshold of the door leaning against the door frame, still speechless as he studied you. He finally walked behind you, snaking his arms around around and placed his head in the crook of your neck. “You look dangerous,Denae.”, he commented as he peppered kisses from behind your ear down to your shoulder cap. His voiced decreased by an octave to further emphasize “dangerous”. Yout turned your head to meet his lustful gaze. “Thank you, Chris. You ain’t too shabby yourself either.”, you mumbled through your kiss. He finally placed the rose gold “K” necklace around your neck.
The two of you walked down the hall to Momma Cora’s room for her to see you all’s outfit. She was recapping the day’s events with Winston’s sister via FaceTime. The typically chatty Momma Cora was speechless as she opened the door. "You two look amazing! Wow, look at my son and my daughter-in-law dressed to the nines! Cindy, look!” She turned the camera view around to you and Winston. “Khalida, this dress is ev-er-y-thing! Wow! You two have fun!”, Cindy exclaimed through her obvious tiredness. The two of you waved and kissed Momma Cora goodbye.
The driver was waiting in the front of the hotel for you two. “Good evening, Mr. Duke and Dr. Abdullah. I’m James, and I have the pleasure of driving you this evening. Are we ready?”
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James stopped half a block away from the restaurant. Surprisingly, Winston whipped his phone out and began gassing you all the way up.
“Wow...wow. I’m just--wow. Look at what God has blessed me with.”, he said. You mouthed “you’re annoying” as he circled you to hit all of your angles. Your model-like strut down the streets of Manhattan belonged on a runaway. The cadence of your clacking heels ceased at the restaurant’s front door. Winston power walked to the door to open it for you. The hostess greeted you both with a warm smile. “You’re right on time. Please, follow me.” The hostess walked you two back to a small dining room. Winston sat you in your seat and he followed suit.
Conversation was pleasant. During your conversation, you noticed him staring at you. It was one thing to keep eye contact while conversing, but his eyes were undressing you. He finally broke his silence, “So let’s talk about that exchange with Queen Rania, shall we?” Your body language shifted completely. You really didn’t want to talk about it, but you did want to address how he allowed her to hit on him in front of you. “What needs to be addressed? She knew not to do that. I tried to leave well enough alone for you, but she Que hopped on my button. I’m trying to restrain myself and I’m looking to you for further restraint, but yo wild ass just a-grinning for all the world to see. Quite frankly, I’m a little flustered.”, you felt yourself getting upset again and the minute percentage of common sense left in your body was pulling the inner hoodrat back. Winston calmly sipped his wine as he listened to you. “Well first off, I’d like to say that I’m a little flustered with you too.”, he remarked pouring your first glass of wine for you. Your eyebrows crinkled in response to his statement. “Why are flustered with me?”, you replied. Your fists supported your chin as you tried to understand.
Suddenly, there was major energy shift in the room. Winston’s face was unreadable, which startled you a little. He re-adjusted his posture in his seat.
“Well...you should know by now that you’re my wife. Nothing or no one can stand between our bond. Period. I had no idea she was going to be all over me like that. While I appreciate you for shaking her off of me, I need to remind you who yours is and yours alone. Secondly, when did I give you permission to dress in something like this? This dress is to--”
“--Surely, the same man that just spoke at the feminist summit isn’t policing my ou--”
“--I didn’t give you permission to fucking speak, Denae. I was talking. As I was saying, that dress is too dangerous for you. I was already going to punish you for your behavior this morning, but this dress has sealed your fate. You’re getting it tonight, do you understand?” You were silent. “DO YOU fucking understand me, Khalida?”, he spat through his teeth. You sat back arms crossed in shock. Your jaw dropped as you processed what just happened. Whoever this was sitting across from you wasn’t Winston. This nigga done lost his rabbid Black ass mind. Since he wasn’t talking to you, you looked around the room to find who the fuck this nigga was talking to. Part of you was ready to fight, another fiercely concerned, and the other part was ready to have Winston right there on the dinner table. He was mad mad and you were about to get the pipe down of a lifetime.
The energy reverted back as dinner progressed. You two were conversing normally, yet you kept a mental distance from Winston. You didn’t realize that you were in a trance until you heard Winston calling you. You shook your head to wake yourself up. “You mentioned somethin’ about a surprise after dinner? What’s the surprise?!”, he asked.
“Oh!”, you exclaimed, “Yes...the surprise. It’s actually in walking distance from here. You about ready to bounce?”
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“I should’ve known! Gah, you’re the best!”, Winston was in awe at the surprise. Jackpot. Bird was the jazz lounge Winston took you to for you all’s third date and where he hosted his Law & Order:SVU watch party back in 2014. You smiled as you congratulated yourself on pulling off the surprise. “Of course! What could be better than ending our date where we began? Plus, we have it all to ourselves.”, you replied. The band was already playing ahead of your arrival .
You looked to your right to see Winston taking in his surroundings and recounting the memories shared in the venue. A lot had changed interior-wise, but the aura remained the same. You studied your fiancé’s profile and chuckled to yourself. The last time you were here, you were dying laughing after realizing Winston’s Caribbean ass was attempting a Southern accent for his SVU role. Thankfully, you weren’t the only who found it comical.
The music served as the ambience for your conversation. Laughter flowed as you enjoyed your fiance’s company. He was so easy to talk to. You two found yourselves recapping his speech.
“Chris, we gots to talk about how you made the front row cry after your speech.”, you said sipping your whiskey.
“You serious? I was mainly looking towards the back and at you. So let’s talk about how you cried.”, Winston said also taking a sip of his bourbon. You rolled your eyes.
“I cried because I was proud of yo ugly ass. It’s been a pleasure to watch you evolve over the past five years. I’m even more excited to see your evolution from here on out. “
“Yeah?”
“Deadass.” His smile grew from a corner grin to a full on display of teeth. “Goodbye, Chris.”
The sun was setting and the band was still going on. Winston documented the moment via his Instagram story. You were usually the first to pull your phone out, but you decided to chill this evening. He got the attention of the waitress, “Excuse me, Lindsey? Can you take our picture, please? You’re amazing.”
Winston eagerly helped you to your feet as you posed for your couple photo. You rested your left hand on his abs as he snaked his arm around your waist. During the picture taking, he kissed the top of your locs and briefly took in your sweet scent. “I have something for you, love.”, he whispered in your ear. You shot him a confused look. How was he going to surprise you at his surprise? He motioned for Lindsey to continue taking pictures. “Now, before you say anything, I do what I want. I’ve looked at your left ring finger since I put that ring on back in July. I know it’s sound wild, but you deserve much better. So…,” he got on one knee, “...I decided to upgrade you.” He pulled a blue velvet jewelry box from his coat pocket. Your heart dropped damn near to your ass as he opened the box to show you the new ring. My God, while you loved your current engagement ring, NOTHING prepared you for the beauty of the new ring.
Th-thank you, Chris. This is huge!”, you said through tears as he rose to put the ring on your finger.
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Bast was definitely present in the back seat. You two couldn’t stay away from each other. His hand crept up your thigh as your tongues battled in each other’s mouths. You ran to the elevator, heels and clutch in hand. The ascent in the private elevator gave you two time to gather yourselves before the war of carnal attrition began.
The bell rang for the top floor; it was on. You walked out of the elevator first, switching harder and slower down the hallway. You sensed the presence of the same energy that hit Winston at the restaurant permeate the hallway. You felt him sneak up behind you.He pinned you against the suite door. His hand wandered once more up your dress this time, sliding the seat of your panties to the side. Two of his long,slender digits found their way past your wet opening, causing you to lose your balance a little.
“I see someone is excited for Daddy. Are you ready, princess?”, Winston whispered lustfully as your breathing began to hitch. You peered into his eyes nodding your head aggressively. “I need fucking words, Denae.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes...si-sir.”, though his fingers weren’t moving inside of you, you were ready for your first many releases.
Winston removed his fingers to unlock the door. “After you.”, he offered. You nodded. He smacked your ass as you walked into the suite. After locking the door, he motioned for you to come where he was. Once more, your lips met passionately,picking you up. You caressed his face with both hands as the two of you made your way to the bedroom, Winston broke from the kiss to pepper kisses on the hotspot on your neck. The trail continued down your neck to your shoulder. Your dress found itself coming off the further he kissed down your side until he stopped at your breasts. He pulled one out of the dress,sucking on before stopping completely. “Strip. Keep the panties on. I’m only saying it once.”, he commanded. You briskly followed orders and stripped down to your panties. “Now come here,princess.” He laid in bed with his shirt unbuttoned as he watched you crawl into bed. It was clear he was giving orders tonight. “Switch places with me.”
He kissed your hotspot as he carefully laid you on your back. He sucked on your spot as his hands explored your body. Your moaning increased the pressure he sucked on your neck. His lips returned to yours. His unreadable eyes locked into your lustful gaze. He was teasing you and your body couldn’t take it. His two fingers reacquainted themselves with your warm, wet folds. His eyebrow cocked as he went deeper into your pussy. Your moan was desperate as you wanted to cum so badly. “We’re wet AND tight? Must be Daddy’s lucky night.”, he chuckled. Your head began to fall backwards as you tried to keep your composure. He began pumping his fingers slowly inside of you, your sweet moans being the conductor of his performance. Your volume increased the pace.
Your moans were evident of your anticipated climax. Just as you were about release, Winston quickly removed his fingers from inside of you. He laughed maniacally, “Did you really think you were gonna cum just now? Wow, you are terribly mistaken. Remember, you need to be reminded of what belongs to you, and this pussy ain’t it. Whose pussy is this,Denae?”
The only thing on your mind was how bad you needed to cum, but hey, folks in Hell need ice water. Your train of thought was interrupted by a sharp slap to your left outer thigh. “I asked you a fucking question, Denae. Whose. Pussy. Is. This. Denae?”, every word was punctuated a slap to thigh, one sturdier than the last.
“It’s yours,Daddy.”, you whimpered.
“I don’t believe you. Turn the fuck around.”
Before you could turn around, he flipped you on your knees in one swift motion. He kissed down your back, paying special attention to your lower back tattoo and your puffy bud. He painted his name with his tongue onto your folds. You were no more good; your eyes hazy from the state of pleasure Winston was putting you in with every lick. The little foundation left behind from your makeup wipe stained the pillow. You finally fell flat on your stomach. Winston’s hand scooped underneath you and lifted you back up with the quickness.
“Are you running away from me,Denae?”, asked.
“No sir!”, you quickly replied. He smacked your ass.
“You wanna cum?”
“Yes,Daddy.”, you muffled into the pillow.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that. Speak up.”
“I said ‘Yes,Daddy.’”
He added a finger into your opening and he continued indulging in his favorite meal. He pumped it at a rather faster pace than the last time. Your moans were untamable. Your levees were past their capacity three or four nuts ago and it was finally time. His fingers triggered a release. Your guttural moans were filling the room as sweet music to Winston’s ears. You collapsed to your stomach from the impact of your release. He took pleasure in lapping up your sweet juices with his tongue. His tongue searched your sex as though he was looking for something.
Without notice, he flipped you back on your back. As he went up to grab a handful of your breast, you pulled him into a deep, passionate, Khalida flavored kiss. He forced himself out of the kiss laughing. “Oh, you nasty nasty. Gimme those legs.”, he commanded. You placed your legs over his wide shoulders. He looked you dead in the eyes as he ushered his length in you. You moaned into your pillow the further he went in. He too moaned as he navigated his way through your tight opening. His hips grinded to a moderate pace as he began circling your clit with his thumb. You attempted to contain screams as your fiancé’s hardened length began hitting your g-spot with every stroke.
You began fucking him back the faster his pace got. The slight spirit of jealousy from this morning was the only reason you were still going at it. Winston quickly took notice. “My,my. Am I sensing some hate and jealousy in my pussy? I like that bite back.”, he muffled into the crook of your neck. You clenched onto his length, “Ye-yes you do. This my dick and mine only.”, you moaned.
The room was filled with the physical music you two were making. The slapping of damp skin served as the tempo; moaning and groaning made the melody. Had it not been for the actual music playing throughout the suite, the cops would’ve long been knocking. In the back of your mind, you were trying to figure out why you were nearing your 7th or 8th nut (you stopped counting after #4) and he’d yet to reach his 1st. Your legs trembled uncontrably. He slowed down mid-stroke, an indication of his near climax. Three positions and a trip to the wall later, your animalistic grunts and moans intertwined as you were both nearing the end. His strokes began to get sloppier and slower.
“You close?”, he asked.
“Yeah, you?”, you replied. You already knew the answer.
He pulled out stroking himself. Before he could ask, you fell to your knees and took his throbbing length inside of your mouth, keeping eye contact with him. Your head bobbed up and down his length as he shot his load inside your mouth. He moaned as you continued sucking him. His constant desperate pleas for you to unlatch went unanswered as his soul began to leave his body.
When you finally finished, you looked up to see a blank expression on Winston’s face. You laughed to yourself as you went to the bathroom. He followed behind you like a puppy. He watched you as you turned on the shower and allowed the water to wash away the night’s progress. “Joining me or nah?”
A/N: I’m proud of myself.
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