NBA Oneshots and Preferences

Toxic

Warning: This is a long nasty one. You're welcome :)

That damn Don Julio make me a fool for you
And I might hit your phone up with that
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Missing ma Da Da Da
Missing that Ah Ah Ah
....

Mariah's face scrunched up as the smooth taste of alcohol burned her throat. She slammed the empty shot cup against her kitchen countertop before wiping the corners of her glossed lips. Thoughts were roaming through her brain as she made her way to the couch where her phone resides.

She took a seat, her mind was starting to conjure up some wild thoughts about the past. Mariah pressed her lips together and shook her head

"No," she thought to herself.

Her phone sat in her hands. She picked it up, then put it back down, then picked it up again. Why was this such a difficult task.

The Don Julio bottle sat in her reach, she grabbed it and downed the rest she had left from her party a few days ago. Her body began to tingle as the alcohol surged through her body.

That damn Don Julio made her a fool for him. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to drink this bottle by herself. When she was alone with her thoughts as well as alcohol, things could happen.

She was starting to miss him. The way he walked, talked, and God the way he smelled. His aroma was enough to have her swooning over him.

Her pussy pulsated at the thought of him between her legs, looking at her folds as if she was a thanksgiving feast that he was very thankful for. He'd always suck in air through his lips before taking his bottom lip between his teeth, resting her legs on his shoulder. His hands would hold her ass and bring her lower half closer to his mouth before taking little laps at her clit. Murmuring a little curse word here  and there while her sweetness drove him wild. My God, she moaned to herself as her flashbacks took over her brain. Her legs were crossed tightly as she felt the alcohol stimulating her whole body.

She chuckled nervously to herself as she fiddled with the keyboard of her Xr.What could she possibly say?

"You up?" No, too basic.
"I miss you," No, too needy.

Mariah smirked as an idea came to mind. A semi-nude will suffice. She searched through her photos for some nudes she hadn't sent to Klay yet. Some nudes that showed not too little, nor too much but just enough.

Her thumb was shaking nervously. She was hesitant deciding if she should send this or not. Fuck It. She sent the riské boomerang that she had saved from instagram onto her phone. It showcased her in a sexy nude lingerie set. Her hands were running up and down her body while she bit her bottom lip. The image going forward and in reverse over and over again was beginning to make her dizzy. So she clicked off the video after analyzing so deeply.

The bubble with three dots was beginning to come through causing her to quickly exit their text message thread. Her heart pounded, she began biting on her nails scared of his response.

25 mins had gone by and Mariah was beginning to regret her decision. He hadn't responded to the video she sent and it was driving her mad. She sighed out loud before heading up stairs to end her night alone and horny.

The three knocks on the door stopped her in her tracks. Could it be? No.. She said to herself out loud. Slowly, she approached the door and looking through the peep whole. She saw none other than the gold and blue sweatshirt of the dangerous other half of her.

Smirking, she open the door to see the delicious sight of Klay. His eyes were hooded with lust as he seen the small woman in front of him. He bit his lip and he walked through the door not taking his eyes off of her.