𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔈𝔵𝔦𝔱 ✪ ybn | 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

LXV 🔞

She awakens to Nahmir nudging her, his hand coming in contact with her arm. She frowns before waking up. She looks at the blindless window, seeing it was still dark outside.

"What, Nick?" she asks, plopping her head back on the white, plush pillow.

"Come take a shower with me," he says, pulling her wrists. Blaze squints her eyes after she opens them. She wasn't sure about them showering together, again. She wasn't in the mood at the moment, but she'd do anything for him.

Nahmir knew what she was thinking, "I'm not finna make you do something you don't want to because I know you're still sleepy. I just want company so I won't be in my thoughts."

"Okay," she sits up, "does your head hurt still?"

"No, not anymore. I didn't mean to push you away like that, for real," he admits as she stood from the bed. She holds out her arms, wanting him to pick her from the floor before he obliged.

It was now later on in the morning in daytime and Blaze laid lonely in the bed while Nahmir was downstairs fixing up fried shrimp in the kitchen with the deep fryer.

He was the only one awake, everyone else was asleep since it was eight in the morning. He liked it that way, him, himself, and only. It was peaceful without anyone joaning and acting childish.

He grabs the fried shrimp from the fryer, placing a new batch inside as he sat the others onto a paper plate. After he finishes cooking, he cleans up his space and washes his hands, before walking upstairs.

He walks in seeing her sprawled across the bed before sitting, grabbing his phone off its dock.

After scrolling a mile on Instagram, throws his phone behind him in boredom. Looking behind him, he stares at Blaze.

She was in the deepest of sleep, in the most vulnerable state ever. He smirks before climbing onto the bed, looking at her smooth, brown legs. His hands glides obsessively against them, feeling the clean shave she kept up. Her brows furrowed before resting again.

His hands continues to her thighs towards the hinges of her navy blue t-shirt, flipping it to her stomach, revealing the pretty icey blue cotton panties she worn.

He looks at her before his right hand travels towards her sensitivity, feathering his middle finger on the nub that stuck out like a sore thumb through the cotton. She winces, taking a deep breath in, though she was still sleeping.

Nahmir slides her panties over, before taking the first lick at her sensitivity. She flinches, but he gradually continues, causing her to awaken with incoherent sounds.

"...Nick," she gasps, trying to move back, "Ah! Stop!" she pushes his head, but with no success as he still latches onto her, licking her slit and all. She squeezes her eyes, the pleasure being overbearing.

Her walls began to clutch against themselves as a pillsburry toaster strudel frosting (when you heat it in the microwave for too long) like substance began to ooze from her opening.

Nahmir was to come up, but went back down.

"No, no, no!" she shrieks as she moans, wanting to get out of his grip, knowing he could do this all day—literally. She was terribly hypersensitive. He was snatching her soul from within with every dove he did.

He leans up with glistening lips as if it was the new Kylie Cosmetics lip gloss collection, licking them, " 'Morning," he sheepishly, slyly smiles. Now feeling a certain way, Blaze grabs the back of his head, smiling, "Good Morning," she brought her lips to his, climbing on top of his lap, "your turn."

Blaze sat at the kitchen island a hour later eating the fried shrimp rice Nahmir prepared. He was too busy making more strawberry and lemon cool aid.

He wore a orange, red, and yellow nike wind breaker, black jeans, and white forces. Blaze worn a orange nike long sleeve crew neck, mid waisted black jeans, and white forces. Her wavy hair was in two pigtails in a half up half down style, with orange hair clips.

"Where's our food at?" Manny came into the kitchen, scratching his derrière.

"Up your ass and the corner where the hoes stand at," Nahmir bluntly says. Manny's expression had fallen.

"Awh-" Zion snickers.

"I smell something good, Nahmir, what is it? Seriously," Shauna says, taking a seat next to Blaze.

"...Fried shrimp rice," he answers as he put the cap back on the sugar, grabbing stirring utensil from the white dish rack.

"There's no more?"

"Nope."

Shauna looks to her right, seeing Blaze eating the shrimp. As Blaze was to eat her sixth last one, she stops her motions, slowly turning to Shauna with a cheesy smile.

"Y'all make shit exclusively for y'all selves. I see how it is. All man for themselves in this house," Valerie says, washing her hands before going in the fridge.

        "Shit, I'm finna fix up some baked salmon and fried shrimp. I don't know about y'all," say Jay as he defrosted the shrimp in the sink, bringing his vlog camera to sit by the oven.

   Shauna gasps, "I want some!"

"Me too!" the rest yells.

      Blaze finishes her food, throwing the plate in the trash, leaving the kitchen.

"We're still going to the trap?" asks Blaze while Nahmir sips on his coolaid.

"Yeah, hold on," he says, standing from the couch.

"Wait, wait, wait... did y'all just say you're going to the trap? Who's trap? Why?" asks Cordae, crossing his arms when he left the kitchen.

"To finalize the plan."

"And you didn't tell anyone?"

"Y'all don't need to worry about it," Nahmir shrugs, "it's our problem, so we finna solve it."

"Okay, but we do everything together, we never single ourselves out when there's something that needs to be done."

" 'Dae, I said don't worry about it. We got it; we know what we're doing."

"Man, alright. Call if something pops up."

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