TW: suggestive topics...
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I walked into the gymnasium to see my handsome ass man practicing for his first game. He had on this very fitted grey Puma shirt that draped over his muscles just right. I gushed over how fine he was until I started seeing him making a move wrong.
You call that working?! You're traveling, you have to stop doing that!" I yelled out from the uncomfortable wooden bleachers.
Jermaine rolled his eyes and continued moving around the court however he wanted. With merely one hour before the game started I needed him to be focused. Quickly I stood up and began to show him how it was down.
"Okay so listen baby... this is how you carry the ball," I said getting up.
I walked over to him in my 6-inch Marine Serre heels. My hips swayed in my catsuit. He shook his head and laughed at me while I approached him, not taking my basketball knowledge seriously. To him, I was just a college professor who dabbled in the arts of fashion, but he was quickly going to learn that I could do just about anything.
"Come on, Bey, give me the ball back," Jermaine said with a coy smile.
I nonchalantly shrugged and dribbled the ball around him, walking in circles around him. My heels tapped against the wooden polished court. "Come take it from me." I teased.
Jermaine chuckled and attempted to steal the ball from me, but I quickly maneuvered out of his reach. His face was full of shock, I bit down on my lip and smirked.
"See, that's how you do it," I said confidently, showing off my skills. "Now are you ready to stop acting like a pussy?"
He raised an eyebrow, impressed by my moves. "Yes Ma'am," he said with a grin.
I couldn't help but smile back at him, secretly enjoying the friendly competition between us. But deep down, I knew that he was the star player and I was just the supportive girlfriend, cheering him on from the sidelines.
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MY TEACHERS A NYMPHO | JCOLE X BEYONCÉ
FanfictionWhat's done in the dark, comes to the light.... Or does it?