Yung' x Trigga Imagines

Shoplifters // T.A.N

Brook's POV

Me and my girls were currently at the Shadow Oaks Mall doing a little shopping, if you could call it that. We stopped at our favorite store, Bonnie's. They had the best club wear and I needed a hot dress for Camille's birthday celebration. Ashley, Camille, and I gathered together at the entrance.

"Aight, ya'll know what to do. Brook, you grab all the cute stuff you can, and Ashley and I will be the distraction," Camille instructed. She was the leader of our little pack, if you couldn't already tell. Look, now, before ya'll start judging me, I do this because I have to. These clothing stores constantly fucking us over with high ass prices when it doesn't even cost near as much to make the products. We end up broke by the end of the day and they remain rich. It's bullshit. So my girls and I only buy what's reasonably priced, and steal the rest.

We parted ways and I watched as Ashley and Camille went up to the main counter to flirt with the associates. Even though the store sold women's clothing, it was owned by men. Ironic huh? I started throwing as many clothes into my bag as I could without making it look obvious and bulky. I then went over to the jewelry section and saw a gorgeous pair of earrings that Ashley would die over so I stuffed it in my bra and kept it moving. When I looked back at the girls, I could see them exchanging numbers with the fellows, which meant it was the perfect time to escape.

I casually made my way towards the entrance as to not draw attention to myself. When I was almost out of the door and feeling confident that I was free, I felt a firm hand grab my elbow.

"Excuse me miss, will you allow me to check ya' bag?" the mysterious man said in a low voice. I knew he had to be security. I contemplated on escaping his grip and making a run for it, but really, what would that do? I'd just be in more trouble and I wasn't gonna get far with these flats on. I was caught. I turned around with an attitude. The cop was fine as hell, but that didn't mean anything to me at the moment.

"That won't be necessary, sir. I was just browsing. Just because I didn't buy anything, you assuming I stole? That's bullshit," I said, lying out my ass.

He guided me back into the store and pointed to the corner. Hanging off the ceiling, I spotted a camera. Damn. He seen the whole thing. "We just got it installed, yesterday. I saw everything. So I suggest you give me the clothes you stole, and I might not take you down to the station."

My eyes lit up a bit. "So I'm not in trouble?"

He looked me up and down, "I didn't say all that. Stealing is still wrong."

Opening the bag for him, I handed it over so that he can retrieve the stolen clothes. I looked up just in time to see Ashley and Camille looking at me with sympathetic faces. "Go ahead, Im good. I'll catch ya'll later." I mouthed. They nodded in unison and quickly left the store. To be honest,  even though I said it's okay, I felt some type of way about them leaving. True friends wouldn't have left, so I need to tell them about themselves later on tonight.

"Aight, Miss?" He said, waiting for me to tell him my name.

"Brook Nelson,""

"I'm Trey Neverson, sorry we had to meet under these circumstances. Now, follow me."

He led the way to the back of the store and as we passed by the associates they all gave me dirty looks. But I truthfully didn't care. Officer Neverson opened a door to this small room with a desk and two chairs.

"Have a seat, you'll be here awhile. Get comfortable."

I nodded and took off my jacket. Underneath it, I wore a tank top without a bra. My nipples immediately hardened due to the temperature.

He glanced up and smirked. "Cold?"

I nodded once again. I really didn't have much to say to him.

"You don't speak much, huh?"

 I shrugged and looked him up and down. "I'm not much of a talker."

He returned the stare, making me fidget and cross my arms. Something about him watching me the way he was, kinda turned me on. And I know it was all over my face, because he gave me a sexy, crooked smile. He slowly walked towards me, as if he was giving me an opportunity to reject him. But by the confidence in his walk I could tell he knew I wouldn't say no. Gripping a handful of my curly fro, he massaged my scalp with his fingers before gently placing kisses along my collar bone. He seemed like the type to make love and that's not my flavor. 

I pulled away a bit and attacked his plump lips, sucking and pulling on his bottom one. He looked surprised at my behavior, but the huge bulge under his belt told me he liked it.

"Look who grew some balls," he whispered and smiled.

"Quiet don't mean insecure," I shot back.

He raised his hands as if to say 'my bad,you got it'

I pushed him into a chair and removed my jeans and underwear. He watched in amusement as I undid his belt, and quickly pulled out his member. Wasting no time, I put both of my legs on either side of him and eased down onto it. He gripped my hips tightly, hissing at how tight I was. I smirked in satisfaction before sliding all the way down which made a loud smacking sound. Putting my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I bounced up and down on the d*ck, allowing my titties to do the same in his face. Trey caught one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue across it while he watched me pleasure him. I leaned forward a bit, so that he could get more access. He smacked my ass, grabbed my waist, and pushed himself up into me. 

"Shit..Shit..Trey!" 

I couldn't sustain my moans and he didn't ask me to either. In my mind, I wondered if anyone on the outside could hear me screaming his name. He hushed me up by sticking his tongue into my mouth and passionately kissing me, but his strokes never stopped coming. I felt my orgasm building in my stomach but I refused to let it happen, it felt too good to end. I think he could sense me holding back because he whispered in my ear. "Gone head, baby. Let go for daddy."

My body shook and vibrated as I came long and hard. I pulled him closer to me as he kept giving me his hard thrusts. He wrapped both arms around my waist and made me match his strokes.

"Damn, Brook" he growled.

He sounded close, and moments later, his seeds filled me up, giving me a warm sensation. At the time, the fact that he didn't use a condom didn't phase me. 

Trey searched for some napkins so we could clean ourselves up a bit.

"So, what now? I'm still in trouble?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Why? I just gave you ya' punishment," he said, grinning.

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"Mommy, how did you and Daddy meet?" our inquisitive 4 year old asked.

I glanced at Trey to see him trying to stifle his laughter.

"Umm..," I began, preparing to make up a lie. I wouldn't dare tell my child the true story.