*yall for a real treat this chapter ;) so here's yall warning*

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐀𝐓𝐋 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡.
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: : 𝟕:𝟎𝟗 𝐩.𝐦.

"Watch your step, Princess." C helped you up the steps to a fancy restaurant in the city. The stairs into the building were tiresome, especially since you were wearing heels. Thankfully, when you guys would get in, you could take an elevator up to the sky rise view you would be eating at.

When you guys got to the top floor, you were blown away at the sight. Different lights, both from the stars and from neighboring buildings twinkling around you. Different people swarmed the restaurant, mostly the kind that would associate with your dad at cocktail hour but not your mom. You could tell with all of the looks the different women with fancy updos and earrings. Their eyes looked soft when looking at C but when their eyes got to you, it was more of a look of.. disgust ? Yeah that's probably the best way to describe it.

And it wasn't like they tried to keep it a secret. Even if they were, they did a pretty poor job at it. When you and C were checking in for your reservation.. actually it's better if I just showed you.

"Hey. We have a reservation," C said.

The hostess had a bright smile on her face. "Of course sir and is your date going to be joining you soon ?"

Apparently it was hard for her to fathom the thought that the black girl and the white-looking boy couldn't be together. "Actually my date is right here," C said, taking your hand and holding it up in front of her.

"Oh.." the woman's bright smile had contorted into a dirty look. It wasn't really directed towards C but directed towards you. She sighed heavily and took two menus for you and C to look over. "Follow me."

"What a bitch," C whispered to you, making you giggle a little.

"Here's your table," she said laying down the two menus on either side of the table. She began to walk away, leaving you and C sitting quietly.

"I'm sorry for that," C finally spoke up to break the silence.

"You can't control it," you respond, nonchalantly. You opened up the menu and browsed through all of the options. Each on of them was some fancy French word that you had no clue what it meant. You looked around at the tables neighboring you to see if you could find something that looked remotely edible but there was no luck. Every plate was filled with a sliver of food and a fancy sauce that they would only put two dribbles on. You didn't want to be rude because Lord Knows C must've put so much into tonight but at the same time you didn't want to be the person to ask for chicken tenders and fries.

Apparently C was having the same thoughts as you because he tossed his menu down in defeat. "You can get what you want. All this shit look nasty," he said.

"Honestly.. I don't want anything either."

C mentally facepalmed. This is what he got for trying something new. "Shit," he hissed. "I'm sorry. I should've asked what you would like."

"No it's fine ," you insist. "I wouldn't be against take out and eating in the hotel room," you suggest.

"In the room ? Nah we gotta do something nicer than that. Just leave it to me."

He scoffed a little. It was unbelievable how easy it seemed to please you. Or maybe it wasn't that, maybe it's the fact that since he's met you, he's convinced himself that you were someone disconnected from lives like his. But you proved to be the opposite. You were way more caring and down to earth than he thought. C was happy that he stuck around to see it.

With that, the two of you grabbed your things and left the restaurant without saying anything and began the drive to Maribelle's Soul Kitchen. The inside was dark but had faint flickering lights inside that you could tell were candles. C had texted Kash saying that he would owe him one if he set up the restaurant for you and him.

The doors of the shop chimed open before you and C even got to the door. "Welcome lady and gentleman. Your five star experience awaits. How have you been miss (y/n) ?" the boy asked taking your hand softly to lead you to your table. It was one of the regular tables except Kash removed the extra chairs and placed a white table cloth over it. He even decorated it with a singular rose in a drinking cup with water.  He pulled out your seat for you to sit as C sat down at the opposite side. "I would ask what to get for you guys but the gentleman actually planned your menu for tonight. All great options sir," Kash carried on with his fancy server act as C looked at him with a small smirk. It was funny to him because Kash might have been one of the most country people he knew.

"I'm excited to see," you say with a smile, glancing over at C, whose eyes were already on you.

"But for now, can I start you off with any drinks ? Little bubbly ?" he asked.

"No alcohol for both of us-" C started

"Man bubbly is Sprite. I'm not finna risk this business to give y'all some liquor," Kash laughed.

"Then a bubbly is fine," you reply. "He'll have the same."

"Might have to sneak some vodka in his cup. Loosen his ass up a bit," Kash mumbled earning an eye roll from C.

"So this is our second date," you smile. "I assume you're not nervous ?"

"Oh no I am. My hands are dumb sweaty and my neck is itching and I don't know if you noticed but I've been tugging on my fuckin' sleeve because something about it is pissing me off," he rambled.

Poor baby, he was nervous.

You reached your hand across the table placing yours on top of his. "Relax. You're doing great."

C's cheeks glowed pink. He never felt this way about any girl before. He's spent money on girls before simply because he has it like that but with you it was different. He spent money on you because he loved the feeling he got when he did. Like when you were stuck in a trance, staring at the nails he paid for, seeing your smile that you didn't even notice meant so much to him. He'd spend a million dollars if it meant seeing you smile like that all the time. "Thank you," he responded.

Kash soon came back with drinks and then food. You looked at the food C had supposedly ordered for the both of you and you were impressed yet surprised. You were expecting soul food, especially since it was a soul food restaurant but instead, Kash bought out cajun chicken Alfredo with fresh buttery garlic bread for the both of you. You wasted no time digging in, slightly stepping out of all of the manners your mom and dad spent years drilling into your head. "Damn you fuckin' that shit up," C laughed, taking a bite out of his garlic bread.

You quickly licked the sauce off of your lips before balling up a paper napkin and throwing it at him. "Stop," you whine.

"Nothin' wrong with it. Was just surprising that's all. Go ahead and dig in baby," he said. His voice was sweet like candy and rich like velvet. You couldn't lie, you wanted him right then and there. Even though you were a virgin.

You began eating again but this time slower so that you could avoid anymore embarrassment.  " 'Baby' ? That's a new one."

"You like it ?" he questioned. "I'm tryna find some new ones to call you once you stop playing."

"Who's playing ?" you laugh.

"You," he restated his answer. "You know what (y/n) ?"

"Hm," you asked, mouth full of garlic bread.

"You're way different than any other girl I've come across. I like it."

You smile slightly before asking a question that was truthfully lingering on your mind for a while. "Speaking of the other girls.. what's with you and Mariah ? Like she's really the only one I heard really clung to you."

He was caught off guard by your question . And he wished he could've came up with some lie but that would've been the old C talking. There was no point in lying to you.

Because somehow, someway, the truth always comes to light.

"Well. Me and Mariah weren't dating but we had a friends with benefits thing ? It started a bit after I turned eighteen. So like in the summer. She always claimed me as a boyfriend but I never claimed her as my girlfriend. I was kinda leading her on and letting her think I liked her beyond sex. I should've shut it down there but.. I didn't. And then when I tried because I felt really bad about it, she refused." C stopped talking briefly to allow you to give and feedback or ask questions.

"Damn that's kinda.. a bad thing to do," was all you said because if you said what you really wanted to, it would probably make him shut down.

"Yeah I know. I'm not proud of it or anything," he says.

"So how did it end ?"

"I straight up had to just cut her off. It got so toxic so fast and the situation spiraled. I know what I was doing to her was shitty and some things she would do weren't cool at all, so I ended it.. You probably think different of me now," he chuckled, nervously. It wasn't that you looked at him differently now because you already knew he had a past. You also already figured how shitty he must've been before meeting you. However, there was a bit of worry you had and your face told it all. It didn't take him long to notice. "What's on your mind ?"

"It's just- I dunno."

"Take your time. I'm ready to listen whenever you're ready to talk," he says.

You allowed the thought to linger in your mind a little more before speaking. "So you want us to eventually become something more ?" you asked.

"Of course, Princess."

"No offense but.. how do I know you won't do something like that to me ? What if that's what your goal is now ?"

He wish you didn't even have to worry about this but then again C didn't blame you. He'd find it hard to trust him too. "I guess you'd just have to trust me."

"You're right," you reply, taking the last bite of pasta on your plate.

"So now that you know about Mariah, tell me about your ex."

You gulped. You thought it was only fair to share since he was so honest. "His name is Porco and I started dating him before I left Paradis in freshman year," you begin. "I met him at a debate competition and my parents loved him so he seemed like a good package. He treated me right for a while but then when it came to sex he would try to pressure me into it-"

"Sorry to cut you off but do you still have his address ?"

"Yeah ?"

"Good to know. Continue Princess," he says folding his hands, smiling a closed mouth sweet smile.

"Anyways..he never got what he wanted and began to cheat on me. I would tell my mom and she'd be all for our breakup but my dad always downplayed me, saying 'You should stay with him. Young boys do this kind of thing. It might pay off in the future,'" you say mocking your father's voice. "But my dumbass listened. Yadda yadda blah blah. When I was coming back to Paradis, he made up some b.s. and ended up getting with the girl he cheated with in the first place." You finish your story taking a sip of Sprite.

"Wow. I'm actually confused," C replied.

"About ?"

"How some loser like him can do that to someone like you."

It might've sounded like he was just trying to tell you what you wanted to hear but C was being extremely genuine. It was completely psychotic that someone would pass up the best of you because of sex. To be fair C would be lying if he hadn't had a short fantasy or two about getting you to bed but he would never even consider the notion of trying to force you. He would never force himself with anyone. It was just respect and his mother taught him better than that.

"Oh C. You always know just what to say," you laugh.

The two of you figured it was time to leave so C gave the money for his services and began the drive back to the hotel. By the time you guys got back there, it was ten o'clock at night. The two of you didn't realize how long you were eating for but that's what happens when you're lost in conversation. Your friends were still at the party so you and C decided to hang out with each other. The both of you stopped by your room so that you could change into more comfy pajama clothes. You put on a pair of black biker shorts and a cropped black wife beater. And whilst you were in the bathroom, you changed into lace underwear. Something told you something would go down tonight.

And you were right.

But were you planning on losing your virginity tonight ? Absolutely not.

When the two of you got back to his room, he changed into a black wife beater, similar to yours and a pair of grey nike shorts. C put on the tv for you guys to watch. The both of you agreed on watching old Cartoon Network shows for the night. Neither of you had no clue when you'd go back to your room but that was the last thing on either of you guy's minds.

Slowly, the two of you got closer to each other and eventually was comfortable enough for you to be sitting against the bed's head board and him sitting between your legs. C ran his big hands up and down your thighs softly and you basked in the feelings of his fingers grazing your brown skin. You were so smooth thanks to sugar scrubs and shea butter and he loved every inch of it. While he did that, you played with the little hair he had, trying to smooth out his buzzcut. At one point, you ran the tips of your acrylic nails against his scalp, making him shiver of enjoyment.

Something about C was making it so hard to resist him. You had no clue what it was. The night's feeling mixed with the dark ambiance of the hotel room that was lit with only the tv and one gift shop candle. You tilted his head up slightly so that his golden eyes were looking back up at you. A small smile plastered on his face as he took in your features, predicting what was about to happen next. Without another moment of waiting, you placed your lips onto his full ones and gradually led up to a make-out session. Wanting to get more comfortable and deepen the kiss, C turned around so that his body was facing you, still in between your legs.

Without breaking the kiss, C moved you down to lay on your back, using your hips. He was now hovering over you, silver chains slightly grazing your face as his face moved closer to yours. You slightly sucked and nibbled at his bottom lip as his tongue made it's way deeper into your mouth. You felt C's tongue piercing on your tongue, making you whimper a little with the change in temperature. He finally broke the kiss. "Watchu tryna do ?" he asked jokingly.

You shrugged, even though you know exactly what it is you wanted to do. But before you said anything C blurted out his idea first. "I don't want to force this on you. So we can start slow. Why don't I help out your friend down there using this." C stuck out his tongue showcasing his red piercing.

You bit your lip a little thinking about the answer. Maybe it was time you'd loosen up. Last time you received head was almost a year ago and it was terrible. You nodded.

"I need you to use your words, Princess. I know you're good at that."

"Yes C."

"Great."

C didn't waste time pulling your pants down, revealing your pink lace underwear that was already wet. "You're wet for me already ?" You didn't say anything feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment but couldn't tell which caused the other. C spread your legs a little more, throwing your shorts across the room. He place slow and wet kisses on your thighs trailing up and down.

Before using his mouth, C used his hands to spread your lips apart revealing your pretty clit. Moment of truth. As if he was about to devour you, he licked his lips once more and leaned down. He placed a soft kiss onto your cunt, that turned into him sucking on it and you squirmed with pleasure. Pools of your arousal streamed out of you already though you weren't close to finishing. The feeling of the cold metal swirling and licking against your sensitive parts was enough to make you moan loudly. Your hips bucked forward and twitched at the feeling of the foreign metal object and C was enjoying every second of it. He enjoyed receiving a whole lot and usually he wouldn't do this for a girl without getting head first but he felt the need to please you. It might be selfish but it pleased him too. So maybe that's why he was so determined to get you to the loudest you could be.

And his hopes were soon fulfilled. The loudest real moan you've ever produced. And it was all because of the local plug, whom your father would have a fit over if he found out everything. "Damn that was pretty. You ever considered singing ?"

You laugh in between your whimpers and moans. "Shut up."

C's laugh could be felt on your nether regions before he stopped for a split second to ask you something. "Can I use two fingers ?"

"Yes- Fuck please do," you moan, throwing your head back. You didn't care you just needed him to keep putting the piercing to work.

However this time, you were greeted with another feeling. Another tingly sensation began to wash over your body, causing you to whimper softly into your hands. One of C's hands reached up to drag your hands from your face, holding one of them. "Let me hear you," he cooed. A stream of your essence immediately started to pour out onto his hand as he kept making the same circular motion. He didn't rush and he was very precise and careful about his movements.

"I'm gonna-" you softly cry into his ear.

"Ah ah ah. Hold it, Princess. I know you can handle a little more than this."

You obeyed and just then, you felt his two fingers pick up the pace. He took away his piercing from your sensitive skin and began kissing down your neck and onto your breasts, as he moved his fingers in and out of yo. His tongue began to trace over your now sensitive nipples and he sucked and nibbled at them, only making your experience ten times more heavenly.

He knew what he was doing. And you could tell by the way you felt his fingers curve up inside of you and hit a sweet spot of yours over and over again, causing for you to moan his name a little louder than just a whimper this time. "C seriously I'm gonna-"

The one free hand he had, moved from your hands up to your neck and began softly applying pressure as he laughed, still trying to focus on your stimulation. "Go ahead."

You let out one final moan arching your back up off of the bed. Your chest rose up and down, as you tried to catch your breath. The male came back to where the both of you were face to face. "You look like you enjoyed yourself. " He laughed before giving you another quick kiss on the lips. He stood up and stretched a little, letting out a soft groan. You were staring at his whole body in admiration when you noticed a bulge poking out of his grey sweats.

You pointed to it with your pointer finger, "You want me to-"

"Nah. Some other night." C could tell you were tired already and he was happy enough that he could make you feel so good. That's all he wanted from you that night. Satisfaction. "You look tired," he started. '"Crash in my room tonight ? Please ? We'll wake up together, come up with a cover story, and all."

"Depends. Will you order room service ?" you ask. You would say yes anyways, he had you wrapped around his two fingers (pun intended), and you didn't even realize it yet.

"What the Princess wants, she gets," he answers. C went to the bathroom and got a rag to clean you off.  After he pulled the covers over you, tucking you in before crawling underneath to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. However his night was far from over.

Once he was completely sure you were sleep, a thought that's been In his mind since you opened up to him appeared in his mind. He took your phone, using your sleeping face to unlock it and went through it. C wasn't in it to see if he could catch you anything, he wanted to find Porco and his information. And without that much scrolling through the people in your messages, he found his number and most importantly where he stayed. Apparently you had Porco blocked but he used different numbers to contact you and borderline harass you. You never said anything because you'd just block him but C knew it couldn't have been easy. So tonight he would set him straight.

C snuck out of the hotel room and made his way to his car. From there he put in Porco's address and when he was five minutes away, he shot him a text from his phone, pretending to be you. "Porco ? It's me. Come outside, let's talk baby," he read back to himself, laughing. However the smile wiped clean off of his face once Porco responded with.

"I knew you'd come around."

Even more of a reason for him to do what he was about to do.

C pulled up in front of Porco's house and low and behold Porco was standing there in a Thrasher hoodie and basketball shorts. Before getting out, C rolled up and lit a blunt. That's when he stepped out the car. Upon seeing C take a long first hit of his blunt, Porco laughed and clapped his hands.

"Congrats ! I actually believed it," the boy said smugly.

A small smile crept on C's face as well before he exhaled. "Not one of my best performances but you're pretty desperate. Thought we left Thrasher in 2018 ?" C joked.

"(y/n) loved this hoodie. But enough about me, I know who you are. C, right ?"

"I might be," C shrugged before taking another hit, stepping closely to Porco.

"So you're the dude she went for after me. I'm surprised."

"Because ?"

"I mean I didn't think she liked thugs like yourself."

"We have fun over here," C laughed. "Want some ?" C held out the smoking blunt to Porco but Porco rejected. C responded with blowing smoke into his face. "Suit yourself."

"So what did you come here for ? I'm sure it wasn't just to see who she's probably been talking about."

"She actually hasn't mentioned a word about you. But if you want to cut to the chase, I came here to talk," C's smile faded making Porco a little uneasy. "You gotta pressure girls to get pussy ? That's not very gentleman-like of you, Porkchop."

"Porco."

"Ain't that what I said ?"

Porco scoffed. "And is that what she told you ? She's a fuckin' tease. She knew she wanted to."

"I could've sworn 'no' meant she didn't want to but what do I know ?"

"You'll see soon that she's the same as any other fake stuck up bitch-"

"Let's cool it on the 'bitch' word, okay ?" C stated. He couldn't believe that this is the guy you stayed with for so long.

Porco then got in C's face, taking in the smell of designer cologne and weed. "Or what ? You're gonna hit me ? You wouldn't want to end up like your dad would you ?"

Without another second to think, C's fist went straight across Porco's face, causing for him to land on the floor. When Porco was laid down fetal position, wincing and holding his face, C took the chance to kick him in the face. He bent down, "And if I find out you go squealin' I'll make sure it's ten times worse." Before he left, C took one more long hit of the blunt in his hand before putting it out in a spot underneath the hair on Porco's forehead, leaving a painful burn mark. Porco screamed a little but was sure to keep it down so that he didn't possibly making his situation worse by notifying any neighbors.  "Oh and you can stop hitting up (y/n). She's screaming a different name now and this time she's not fakin' it."

"I knew she was easy," Porco laughed, out of breath.

To make him even more out of breath, C kicked him in the gut once again.

With that, C got back into his car and headed back to the hotel room. Before though, he stopped picking up snacks and a teddy bear from a convince store that was opened late. And it was a good thing he did because to his surprise you were awake, sitting up in bed. "Where were you ?" you questioned.

"Picking up some things for you, Princess. I figured you'd be up," he lied. C walked over to the bed, placing the food down before giving you the cheap bear that was holding a red heart. "Here, call him CJ."

"CJ ?" you chuckled.

"Yeah. Short for C Junior."

"Alright. CJ it is."

"Are you gonna eat any of this tonight ?" C asked, pointing to the bag of snacks.

"Nah. I was really just waiting up for you."

"Aw you were worried ?"

You sucked your teeth, turning your back on him. "You ruined it, nigga."

C's deep voice allowed a laugh to slip out of his mouth before he crawled into bed next to you, throwing his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. His plump lips planted a few kisses on your neck making you melt like ice. "Don't be mad at me, Princess."

"Yeah, yeah. Can we go to sleep without you sneaking out now ? I'm tired."

"Because of me might I add. You should call me Nyquil."

"Kiss my black ass."

"I will if you let me."