Buss It

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes

Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating

Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating

In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder

Big D stand for big demeanor

"Ayyyyye!" You sang and danced around the house as you had been for the last hour or so. Thursday afternoon and you'd called an extra day off work to help prepare for the convention you and Kenma were attending this coming weekend. He was a special guest due to his popularity as a streamer, and you ran a few fan panels and cosplayed to your heart's content.

Before a con, you always liked to take an extra day off work to clean up the house and do any last minute cosplay repairs or packing. Today, aside from the usual tidying, you have a wig to finish styling and a few buttons to sew on. Not much considering what your "con crunch" was usually like.

You loved to absolutely blast hiphop music while you worked since Kenma wasn't home and you weren't at risk of disturbing him or embarrassing yourself with the highly suggestive moves you busted out when you were alone.

As Megan Thee Stallion blared over the speakers, you found yourself bending over the countertop you were supposed to be wiping clean and shaking your ass to the beat. Artists like Megan always made you feel like a badass even though you certainly didn't carry the 'bad bitch' aesthetic. No, you were more like a moderately hip librarian with your curly fro and cardigans or a comfy weeb with your anime hoodies and and hightops. And you couldn't slick your baby hairs or fit fluffy false lashes under your glasses so the 'hot girl' look felt so far out of reach, but that was okay! Because you had the music and the dance.

As Megan's verse ended, you finally finished the counters and took a moment to pull the wedgie from your shorts out because they always rode up when you were dancing. Actually, shorts just always rode up. Thanks, thick thighs...at least Kenma loved them and the booty that came with.

Not that he'd ever seen you dance like this. Oh no. Kenma knew nothing of that side of you, and you were gonna keep it that way. He'd probably be shocked and scared off, honestly. Four years of quiet, mousy, reserved you is all he knew, and this was far outside that box. Besides, you were more than satisfied with these afternoons home alone where you could pop, lock, and drop it for an audience of zero.

You finished up in the kitchen and headed into the bedroom to fold laundry and make the bed. Chores always went too fast when you had a soundtrack to work to, and this time was no different. You found yourself stopping to do TikTok dances you'd learned, literally tossing a shirt to the floor when Savage came on. Sassy, Moody, Nasty. Or dipping it low and picking it up slow to Formation in the middle of fluffing sheets.

Just as you'd finished up the bedroom chores, the intro to Buss It by Erica Banks started bumping through your speakers.

"Okaaaaaaay!! I think my butt gettin' big, butt gettin' big, butt gettin' big..." You sang along, waiting for the beat to drop.