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Should've wore a bonnet - 21 Savage & Brent Faiyaz

Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su
New York City, NY
Diamond City

There were hoards of people in Diamond City for its grand opening. The entire crew sat in the dome, watching the club goers vibe out the night. Killian sat across the room, talking to Freya and Ameena.

The night had been good, we all had dinner and then came to the grand opening. "Club number three of many. Cheers to good work." Ant makes a toast, Boone, Wadz, and I raise our glasses.

It was pushing 2 a.m. but people kept coming in, and the dance floor had not one empty spot. "We are going to go dancing." Ameena says standing tall over us, before she bent down to kiss Ant. Looking over to Killian who was chatting with Freya, she notices I'm looking at turns her attention to me.

She begins walking over to me and I'm having a hard time not getting lost in her, and just for that reason I was ready to go home. I had shown face enough for the night, and she still had to show me how much she loved her presents. Killian sits next to me, and I touch her legs rubbing softly. Putting her hand on mine to stop my hand from moving up any further, she smirks, "I'm going dancing with the girls."

"I heard." My hand slipped from under hers and trailed up her thigh, with all the lights changing I still played it safe being on the low.

She bats her eyelashes and giggles, "O, you know what you're doing."

"You look good, smell good," I lean in and peck her lips, licking my lips after. "Taste good." Her hand comes up to touch my chest as she laughed.

"Three songs and then I'm yours." Killian bites her lip, I stick my hand out for her to shake. I didn't believe it'd only be three songs, time barely existed when she got around Ameena and Freya. If none of the guys ever called it a night, those three would live together.

She doesn't shake my hand though, "You lot have no concept of time."

"So come get me after three songs, first song doesn't count because we will just be getting to the dance floor." She tries to explain, "Three and a half. See you in a few." Killian tries to walk away without letting me kiss her, but we weren't big on public displays of affection so I didn't mention it, but I did want a kiss.

All three girls make it to the elevator, before she quickly walks back over to me and bends down to give me a kiss. "Love you big poppa." She says winking as she wipes her lipgloss off my lips, but she's giggling because she's fucking with me like she did last night.

"Keep it up." I warn her before she walks away back to Ameena and Freya. The way her little black dress clung to her, how strong yet soft her thick legs looks in her high heels. Killian is fine as fuck, and she knows it. She had been teasing me all night, especially when we were in public like at dinner. At dinner it was a combination of her rubbing her foot against my leg, and rubbing my thigh. All shit that wasn't visible to other people, teasing me like I did to her last night.

Now that the girls had left, Wadz jumped straight into one of the other pillars of this meeting. "B, where we at with Coop?"

"Locations all over England, warehouses mostly. He pulls his chip right before a 20 mile radius, that's what I need and he detours it." Boone shrugs sipping his drink.

"Is there a pattern to the times and days?" I ask, we would just have to detour his detour. Coop would not be the loose lips that sink this ship, we've worked way too hard.

"Seems to be, every other Wednesday around 2 a.m., for the past three-ish weeks."

"So he'll be moving this Wednesday?" Wadz looks at his watch, "So who's going to make that call before he hits that radius."

"I'll do it." Ant speaks up, "He has to go. I have a wedding to plan man, I don't have time for this shit." He huffs sipping his drink. I do not envy Ant while he plans his wedding, and by plan we mean pay for.

"Then? After you call him then what?" Boone inquires, but the rest of us knew the answer. See Boone knew how to handle himself if necessary but we don't usually keep him around the heavy artillery, or the blood or the guts. He was the watcher, technological defense so to speak. Still an extremely important job, but all he had to worry about was getting into the phone once it was in his possession.

"Put him down like the bitch he is. Dumb question for a smart guy, Boone." Ant was extra edgy, especially because of his pending engagement.

"Some of us are smart enough to have non violent talents." Boone fired back, him and Ant could really bicker all day and all night. Those two fired off jokes on one another like water ran, and it was entertaining for anyone who had the chance to view the spectacle.

"And I still have one of the smartest women out. You somehow attract the bimbos...maybe you should pick up a gun once in a while." Ant had a point, Boone did attract the dumb ones. He never seemed to land it with someone who was even a fraction of how smart he was. They were literal air heads.

"The bimbos all like the way my mouse click so I'm good." He shrugs finishing his drink, and we all crack up in laughter.

It was nice to be back with the fellas, spending time was Killian was much needed but I missed working. I felt like just a micro manager so far away from all the action. It didn't feel right. I missed London, but I know I would really only be fully comfortable if Killian was there with me. Safety and such.

As we settle down I can see that Wadz is silently working in his head, scheming on something. "How do you boys feel about a trip to Qatar?"

"I know where you're going with that Wadz, I don't know man." Ant frets, pouring himself another drink. "None of them are going for that, definitely not Ams."

"This is strictly a business trip, rental properties out there are selling hot right now. I say we buy a few, our usual a few luxury flats. First flip from this club we move into hospitality, expansion boys. Hello??" Wadz explains, it's a great idea but there is an ulterior motive there. What? I don't know.

"And these rental properties? Acquired? Or De Novo?" I humor him just to balance out this argument.

"Thank you Cench! These are the good questions we need." He speaks directly to Ant who just shrugged while he sipped his drink.

"All you do is make us spend money nigga damn." Ant scoffs, and Boone and I laugh because their argument was just brewing.

"I made us all millionaires by the time we were 23, fuck yourself kindly." Wadz shut us all up with that one, because it was true. At one point we had money just sitting around not making more money for us.

He got into the realty thing, pulling us all in one by one and we all brought something to the businesses we invested in. Wadz was the money and books guy, Ant was the products guy, Boone was the security and surveillance guy, and me, well I read the contracts and oversee most design and construction aspects.

"And then you fuck around and get the architect over there started."  Ant points to me, and I give him my middle finger.

"Good Money! We are all on the same page, Qatar in about three weeks. Nice chatting-"

I no longer hear him because my attention has honed in on the girls, they were dancing like they said they'd be doing but I'm also watching someone maneuver their way through the crowd in their direction.

"Downstairs." I get up from the couch quickly, and took the stairs down as they all rushed down behind me to not waste a second. 

I slip through the crowd quickly, the guys move around circling the girl. My gun is drawn as Jude stands in front of me, my gun is aimed at his stomach, with my safety on. "She's good."

"That's your bitch or what?" His arrogance is telling, and he spelled like straight alcohol. I could tell we got good money out of him at the bar tonight, but tonight would be difficult for him if he even thought about saying anything to Killian.

"Time for you to go." I answer curtly, I'd have to see him outside for the bitch comment. "Don't want you over heating in a packed club, come on let us show you out."

"Not that drunk mate, I know that bitch. Just a quick word." He slurs as he's oblivious to what's going on, reaching over me to try and touch her I grabbed his hand and bent it back.

"Yeah let's go." I try to keep my calm, we don't need bad publicity for the club. It was only the first night, and I know the promise I made to her but shit was getting dicey now.

The strobe lights made it easy for us to walk him out of the club, the back exit to be exact. The night are was crisp and I pushed him out of the heavy steel door. Stumbling back he held his twisted hand, panting in pain.

My silencer was attached and I aim up and shoot out all of the cameras, "So you're Mr. Bellingham huh?" I ask, but I could care less who he was, I always knew to myself I was going to beat the shit out of him when I caught him. He presented himself to me instead, making my job that much easier. Same world, and New York City is an extra small world.

"In the flesh. W-who are you?" He slurred  still holding his sprained wrist.

"We're the owners of this fine establishment." Ant says proudly, that's not the introduction I had in mind but I wouldn't rub salt in the wound that I, Cench was the man who fucked his girl Halloween night, and now she's right back at home.

"Let me back in-" Slurring his words I laughed, "What into my club? To fuck with who? You're joking." The guys joined in on the laughter, because he had to crazy to think we'd let him back in.

Jude charges at me but I weave back and the guys part like the Red Sea, and he stumbles forward. Pathetic. I tap his shoulder and he turns around swiftly to hit me but I bob and weave again, he grunts angrily as I tap his other shoulder and he comes around quickly with another swing but I'm quicker, and he stumbles into the brick wall.

This was fun, but mum always told me don't play with your food. But he wasn't a challenge in his drunk state, on his best day he wasn't a challenge but I at least wanted it to be fair but he pushed me; with a little too much force and there's where we disagreed.

I chuckled before I punched him in the face, landing it right on his nose he fell back as blood leaked from him nose. "I should've beat the shit out of you years ago." I follow up with a kick to his stomach.

Pull him up by the shirt and land another punch on him, "Leave that girl alone Jude. You thought your flowers and shit was cute? I'll make your mother bury a box pussy."

Walking away we leave him groaning, in pain as we took the side door back inside. I B-lined for her on the dance floor, and she was still in her own world with Ameena and Freya. The less she knew, the better. Touching her hand she snatched away holding her fist up, ready to punch me, I hold it down because she thought I was someone random stranger touching her. 

"Oh hey!" She says with a little bit of a delay to her speech, "I'm ready to go home." She shouts over the music, as she pulled at my waist band on my jeans. "Tell the girls goodnight, we have to get your purse."

She grabs my hand before turning to say bye to Freya and Ameena, "Bye guys! I'm going to go get fucked!"

Yup. Drank a bit too much.

"Ooh, I-I should try too." Ameena cackles, and I groan because of course these assholes would leave me to watch over three unruly women, adding liquor to the mix with these three was literal hell. Boone deserves a raise to be honest.

I sigh shaking my head, "Okay! Everyone line up, hold hands." I grabbed all of their hands, pulling them off the dance floor. I nudged and 'scuse me'd' our way off the dance floor.

We got to the elevator and they are a giggling mess, "I'm going to request some too guys! Wish me luck." Freya laughs hysterically and they all join in on the laughter, the elevator to the bowl was taking forever. "Men are easy! You can do it I believe in you!" Killian pepped talked her. Once it opened, I made sure they were all in the elevator and accounted for. You take your eye off them for a second, and one runs off doing some shit they definitely were not suppose to.

"We're going on a trip, in our favorite rocket ship! Zooming through the sky, little Einsteins!" Killian sings loudly, and the other two can't keep a straight face to save their lives.

I watch as Ameena accidentally bumps into the emergency stop button, "Fucking hell." I mutter underneath my breath as the elevator comes to a quick and complete stop. Killian stops singing immediately, "It's okay, breathe with me that's all." I turn to her holding her shoulders, "Just close your eyes and I'll fix it."

Quickly I press the button again and it begins to move again, standing next to Killian again she wraps her arms around me squeezing me. Her smell was invading my nostrils, and she was scratching my back through my shirt. Again fucking with me.

"He's going to call her a slut tonight." Ameena tries to whisper to Freya, but she can't drunk whisper for shit, but Freya giggles. Why does she know that?

"No, no, no. My dirty slut is what he's going to call me Meens. Get it right." Killian responds extra sassy.

"How about we all stop talking." I say while putting my hand over Killians mouth, looking up at me she squints her eyes at me.  The elevator doors finally open, and the girls run out giggling like they got caught for something.

'Drop yo dot you know I'm coming'

Was the only thing that played before all three girls stopped, and looked at each other, like the iconic spiderman meme.

"Lace front fucked up, you shoulda wore yo bonnet!" All three yell in unison, Killian leaves my side to form a little huddle with Freya and Ameena as they sang the song at the top of their lungs.

"You man are wicked for leaving me like that." I mutter plopping on the couch where they all sat, she wasn't going to leave if her song was playing, but I see them whispering in her ear where I left them standing. She looks focused on whatever they are saying, nodding intently.

She nods and mumbles to them before beckoning me over with her finger, "That's my cue! Safety." I spring up from the couch,  chucking up the deuces and walk over to her. The guys whistled and slapped me on the back as I pass through them. Good luck to them tonight.

She waves bye to the guys, and picks up her purse before we enter the elevator. The ride down is silent, finally we were outside waiting for the car at Valet, she's extra smiley and happy. I like this look on her, young, successful, smart, fine as fuck, and pampered. The spring weather allowed her to wear a black backless mini dress, large block like heels, her hair was straightened and long down her back.

She twirls herself around holding onto my finger, "Ugh! I always have such a good time with Mens and Freya. I love them babe." 

"I know." I chuckle at her, as she pulls a pre-roll out of her bag. She puts it to her lips and pulls out a lighter sparking the end, she does a french inhale and blows away from me. 

Her phone rang in her purse and it was her group chat, "We miss you! They won't let us drink anymore." Ameena yells into the phone speaker, and Killian puts her blunt in the camera.

"There's one in your purse!" Killian winks into the camera, "Frey! She rolled us one! P-pass my purse." Then the line goes dead, I scope the block annoyed at the fact that the Valet was taking so long. Then a figure comes staggering out of the clubs back alley.

Fuck.

Pulling at my hand she goes to look at what I'm looking at but I quickly pull her chin to me. As I kiss her all I taste is her cherry lipgloss and the weed she's currently smoking. Opening my eyes I see him stumbling towards us, "Killian?" Jude shouts from where he stands.

She pulls away from me, and turns to see who it is, pulling her chin back to me I hold her face to me. "Did I say to look over there?"

"No bu-" She goes to point in his direction, but I put her hand down as he calls her name again in the background. 

"So then don't look over there." I state clearly, and she nods. "Ok."

"Turn around."

She fully turns her back to him as he comes closer, and I quickly slip in front of her. "Yo didn't I fucking say stay away?"

"I'll call them cops if you touch me again man." He puts his hands up.

"You think I give a fuck?" Because I really didn't, if I had to run down every time I saw him I would. The only dislike I had for America was the CCTV that was at the front of every business.

Killian had to know I was never really going to let those comments from Jamaica slide, and I didn't need my gun because I really fight. Weapons were nice to have, but there was nothing better than the feel of someones bones cracking under my knuckles. At this very moment that's the fire that was raging inside of me.

"Babe can we go please?" Her voice is tiny behind me, and he's doing everything to look at her. I feel her tugging on my arm, and he looks down at her.

"Killian is this him?" His question is directed towards her, but she's looking at me. "Babe the car is here." She pulls at my arm again.

I chuckled because he really thought she'd answer him, before we walk away I knock him clean out and he splayed out on the sidewalk.

"Oh my god!" Killian gasps, pulling me as I finally follow her to the car, that last punch just for the fact that he would try to speak to her while I'm standing there.

I open her door and she gets in, I watch as the Valet rushes to his side. "Call the ambulance or something." I shrug before driving off. Speeding off into traffic she's rubbing my neck and my ears.

Finally we get to a red light, and she grabs my face. "Relax please."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I love you." She kisses me, and I love the taste of her lips.

"Love you too."

The ride to the house is quiet, besides her touches. She sparks up again, blowing her smoke out of the window as we dash down the FDR highway. The music plays quietly as the engine hums, the city lights twinkle and the spring blooms blow in the night breeze.

There's a feeling of bliss I have inside, my parents and brothers are good and healthy. My boys and I are stronger than ever, the money is multiplying as quick as we blink, and I have the woman I need by my side. I can't complain about this life, not one bit.

We pull up to the building, "Babe can you grab me some rolling paper and filters?" Her voice is light, like she's trying to be extra nice so I'd go to the store for her.

"Yeah, just go up. I'll be back." She quickly kisses me before gathering her things from the car and running into the entrance of the building. I watched her ass sway with each step, "Damn." I mutter to myself shaking my head, merging off into the traffic to the smoke shop, I wanted to make the trip quick.

It takes me about twenty minutes with the Manhattan traffic, and streets closures before I'm able to get up to her flat. When I step in the mini brown paper bag of Bob Marley rolling paper, RAW filters, and lighters don't matter because all the lights are off. Which is not like her, especially if she knows I'm suppose to be coming up behind her.

Her shoes aren't by the door, nothing that would let me know she made it up safely is presented to me and I start to tense. "Princess?"

Walking down the short walkway, there's a red light leaking from underneath her door. There were no red lights on prior to us leaving for dinner, stopping I slip my shoes off and wash my hands in the kitchen sink.

"Kills?" I call pulling a piece of tissue from the paper towel roll and walking towards the room, the door is cracked just the slightest bit I see as I'm getting closer.

Pushing the door open, I see the shadow her figure creates dancing across the walled side of her bedroom. Red light covers the room as lit candles flicker and dance in the air of the room.

She's on her knees, sitting back on her feet in a black lace one piece, cut outs in the front were held together by rings that had a tiny gem in the center. Her nipples were hardened underneath the sheer flower lace pattern. I take a few steps towards her, stopping once my feet touch the plush rug that she kneels on. Crawling to me slowly on her hands and knees, stopping a few inches away from me she looks up at me. Her low eyes take me in seductively, "Hi poppa."

Gosh that voice has me aching as my dick is pressing up against my zipper, out of all of her names for me, 'poppa' had to be my favorite. "Hi princess."

Closing the space between us she rubs her face against my inner palm, she kisses my hands holding it up she kisses my finger tips. I feel my thumb enter her warm mouth, and she's trapped my body rigid with her lusty gaze.

She sits up on her knees pulling up my shirt she kisses my stomach, as she unbuttoned my jeans. Pulling the shirt off, her kiss felt like fire against my skin, with the heat that radiated off of her. Stealth with her movements, in matter of seconds she's holding me in her hand with stars in her eyes.

The feeling in her tongue on the bottom side of my dick from base to tip, sent a surge of chills down my spine before the suction of her mouth latched onto my tip.

The back of her throat felt like smooth velvet with every hair on my body standing up as she gently massages my balls. "Ooh shit baby." I stutter over my words as my whole body feels like an acid trip. "Damn." I'm breathless, because she's absolutely gifted with that mouth.

The ponytail in her hair became my handle as I gripped it pulling her off of me, and she pulls back with a giggle. Leaning down, I pull her hair tilting her head up. Roughly slapping her cheek she giggles, hazy eyed her libido was rising every second. She pulls me into a rousing kiss, one that brings me to my knees.

I have to come up for air, because I'm drunk on her, high on her. "On the bed, face down, ass up." I instruct her, eagerly she follows my instruction, and I follow behind her. Her brown skin seemingly absorbed the color of the room and glows in the red light, my hand roughly comes down on her ass cheek.

"Mmhm." She squeals excitedly, teasing me by wiggling her ass side to side. I can see that the lingerie leotard is crotch less, smirking I begin to tease her with my finger. Lightly running along her glistening slit, she's impatient as I hear her huff.

Slipping in one finger she pushes herself back onto my hand, I could see she was needy and impatient tonight. I slap her right ass cheek while slipping in another finger, there's a low gasp that comes from her as I continue to stretch her with my fingers. Hooking my finger downward I began curling my finger, and her walls flexed tightly around my fingers as she further has a full body reaction.

She's shaking and panting heavily, harshly slapping her ass again, I continue to work my fingers in and out of her, soothing the area I just hit just to strike that same area again. "Can you take one for me like a good girl?" I lean over whispering in her ear.

"Y-yes please." Her voice is low, as her mind is fuzzy on the brink of her first orgasm.

Adding one more finger, she tenses up around my fingers, more in discomfort so I slow my movements giving her a moment to adjust before she's moaning in pleasure again. Profanity rolls off her tongue as she shakes with her first orgasm, her cum drenching my hand and running down her quivering thighs.

It's a delicious site to see, dropping to my knees I take it in. Her glistening pussy still throbbing from her orgasm, dripping with her slick. The crotch less leotard doesn't give me the access I need to devour her the way I want.

I pull at the fabric ripping it open further, and she groans in protest. "I just bought this-"

"I'm hungry." I grunt before, I licked up her thigh catching her cum that leaked from her, before sucking on her sensitive clit.

Her breathing is staggered, more profanities leave her mouth and she can't keep still. I'm lost in her taste, I feel like a parched man who's been traveling the desert for sixty days and sixty nights, and she is the first glass of water I've had since. Swirling my tongue, while sucking her hand comes up to grip my hair. "Right there," She gasps, "Don't stop."

The feeling of her nails dragging across my scalp always does something to me, her way of showing me I'm doing a good job. Following her instructions I don't change my movements, before she a trembling mess leaking down my chin, wetting my face. "I- Oh shit-" She's trying to tell me what I already know, she's going to cum again, lightly flicking my tongue Killian pushes back into my face, her soft flesh smothering me but I'm not ready to come up for air.

Not until she can't take anymore.

Her taste is refreshing, her skin is soft, she smells amazing, this is my heaven indeed. The second orgasm rushes over her, "Plea—" She begins to beg, but wearing her out is my favorite thing to do, so her pleads fall on deaf ears.

"N-no!" Killian tried to break free of the grip I have on her thighs, lapping up the refreshing taste of her cum. My dick is harder than a brick ready to feel her warm embrace, but I love seeing her cum drunk just from my mouth. This exact picture of her running from the electric feeling of overstimulation, as I continued to eat her through that brain tingling second orgasm was my biggest rush in getting home.

I loved her like this, a weak, whimpering mess. Literally and figuratively. Finally I spare her, and she falls forward, with a shaky breath, "Holy shit."

There are tears in her eyes, but I was far from done for the night so there's more tears where those came from. Grabbing her ankle I pulled her back down to the bottom of the bed, "Please just a minu-"

I have to laugh at her attempt to throw in the towel, "Nope." Pulling her up by her hips, I made her assume the same position as before. Killian has a bad teasing habit, she never thought about teasing me until I showed her why it was a bad idea.

Freeing myself from my boxers, I tease her just a bit rubbing the tip against her soaked slit. We're both so desperately sensitive, I can't tease her for too long before burying myself deep in her.

She grips me tightly, as we both take a second to adjust. The feeling of her gripping me, and me bottoming out have us both short winded. I find my grip on her ponytail, and slowly begin to move I feel every warm crevice of her sucking me in. There's an animalistic pace I set, that causes her moan my name uncontrollably.

Pulling tighter on her ponytail her neck is exposed to me, gripping tightly around her neck, her walls clamp down on me. My grunts and her moans of ecstasy, fill the room, the squelching sounds of her taking me like a champ only brought me closer to my orgasm.  Pounding into her faster, and harder her hands grip the bedsheets, grasping anything to try and get away.

Her high pitched squeals of her moans, every time I hit that spot for her, her toes would curl as she tried to run from me. "Stop running baby." I fix the grip on her ponytail, wrapping it around my hand once more.

"One more for me princess." I encourage as I squeeze her neck tighter, puller her hair harder, all while fucking her deep. I know she can do it, her tap out limit was five in one night, and we were barely at three.

"Fuck, yes! Yes!" Her face is wet with dark tears as mascara drips down her cheeks, one of top three looks on her. Leaning forward I'm able to taste her lips again, sucking on her tongue my hand slipped from her neck to between her legs rubbing soft circles on her delicate clit.

She a wrecked mess beneath me, crying, whimpering, begging, one hand gripped the sheets while she attempted to push me back with the other. "Fuck, you feel so good." I moan in her ear, clenching around me, I cum filling her up, dropping her from the position I had her in she crawls away from me.

Chuckling I take a seat near me on the bed, and she pulls away from me, "I- No more, I won't tease anymore." She whines, and I laugh taking a look to the end of the bed where the big wet spot was darkening from her squirting.

"Let's go shower." I rub her ass cheek, she's dazed and inebriated, "No, because I can't get my hair wet, and you're going to touch me." Her voice is muffled as she talks into the pillow.

I pull open her nightstand draw, and pull out her bonnet. "You should wear your bonnet."

"Oh so you think your funny huh?" She gives me major side eye, but I just laugh before I stand up again, pulling her up my her arms I pick her up and she squeals as she giggles.

"God bless the birth control." She mutters before kissing me as I walk us to the bathroom.

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I'm currently obsessed with that song omfg, I been screaming LACE FRONT FUCKED UP YOU SHOULDA WORE YO BONNET for hours straight.

RUNNING FOR MEEEEEEEEE

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