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| "THE NEED," (INTL'D.)

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| ME AND YOUR MAMA  by
CHILDISH GAMBINO!

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... her gesture surprised lamelo, but his body could only long for more of madison as her scent lingered in his air. lamelo leaned in closer,  kissing her with an ever growing sentiment. while he toyed with madison's god given curls, he snakes his hand around to the nape of her neck.

lamelo slightly pulls back as he starts taking his moncler off, and with her help, it's off in a second. they both disregard the key falling out of his hand to the ground.

intoxicated by lust, she hurriedly takes off her leggings, and he takes off his givenchy hoodie, leaving himself in pajama pants with a wife beater. as her body heat clashes with his cold skin, she groans against his lips. they ignore the inanimate objects they bump into while making their way to the bed.

he lays her down, with their tongues still in complete harmony. she props herself up with her arms as his hand moves closer to her,

"fuck,"

madison moans with her jaw held ajar while he bites his lip, admiring her gorgeous face of pleasure. he slips his middle and ring finger into her silken walls and uses his deep voice to his advantage, "you like that, huh?"

"mhm," she squirms as he circles his thumb around her clit while her breath hitches.

with frank ocean's delicate voice smoothing in accordance with the guitar strums in the room's aura, lamelo finds his own pleasure in the way madison's back would arch and the way she threw her head back in sheer bliss.

her hips circled as he coached her through her peak with a wicked look in his eye that she couldn't get enough of,

"you close, mama, i can feel it,"

"look at me, look at me,"

"yeah—, that's it,"

with a grin, madison licks her own pleasure off lamelo's fingers before motioning for him to come closer. from pure ecstasy to utter aggression, the two went from simply savoring madison's flavor to his hand gently running down the arch of her back, drawing the hairs on her neck.

sotto voce, madison sharply gasps while he teases her sore clit with his eager tip and he admires her arch with a smirk on his face. he aligns himself with madison's entrance, smoothly inserting his length in its entirety. they both let out hums of relief and satisfaction.

he persistently thrusts into her and lovingly holds her hands from behind while he grunted impurities through his gritted teeth.

his aggression dilutes as madison throws herself back in him. his curses turned into pants and whimpers, his face softened, and they came to their summit together. the scent of penitence dithered in their air as they came together for a breathy kiss.

in spite of all the things they said to each other, whether it be over the years or within the last couple of nights, madison and lamelo both knew for a fact that they loved each other unconditionally. whether it be sex, an errand, workouts, or a meal, somehow they would both come around and get back into their element as a unit,

"you wanna watch a movie?" lamelo smiles.

...

as madison takes lamelo's length, his phone rings. and when he goes to silence the call, he sees that it's his father calling him.

"shit," he curses, looking at his phone. he puts it on silent and tosses his phone while she ignores his double entendre.

as he watches her bounce on him, his stomach tightens and he squints his eyes while his chest heaves, "fuck, maddie, right... fuck!" his breath shakes as the motion in her hips slows down.

"i'm getting back in the shower," madison walks to the vanity and grabs a warm eucalyptus towel and throws the rolled cloth at him.

"girl, i'm going wit' you," he chuckles, wiping himself off.

"now..."

"i'm not tryna fuck again, dawg. i'm tired," he turns on the faucet for the shower.

"same here, make it quick."

| LATER...

"what's up, pop?" lamelo walks into the foyer, seeing his dad and going for a handshake. but lavar wasn't going.

"don't 'wassup me. where the hell you been?"

"um, out. something wrong?" he puts his hands in his pockets.

"wh- boy, you must've lost your damn mind talking to me like that."

"nah, pops. i'm asking that like, is everything oka-"

"melo. you cheating on maddie?" lavar paces in a circle and finally stops when he asks the shocking question.

silence arises, and lamelo takes a step back.
"what?!"

"somethin' 'bout you and maddie ain't been right as long as i been here. y'all won't even sleep in the same house, boy. you been gone since one. it's going on seven a.m. something's going on, son. keep it real," he sits on the barstool with his fingertips pressed, a solemn expression.

with his head tilted and an eyebrow raised, lamelo shakes his head, "nah. i was with maddie. yeah, we been going through it the past couple days but we had to sit down by ourselves and hash it out. i'm not seeing nobody else, pop. i swear."

"a'ight son. i believe you." lavar nods, taking a deep breath. "you was over there for five hours. i know you, boy. i'm not touching your hand so stop trying to shake mine," he sternly says, making his youngest laugh.

he goes upstairs and into his room, seeing laney lie down in her mother's spot while the dawn's luster was peering through the blinds' slits and perfectly onto her face.

he sits at the edge of his side of the bed when laney gets up and sits at his side, leaning on him in her state of fatigue, "where's mama?"

"with a friend, baby. she'll be back soon."

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