[chapter unedited] also a remake of "plan b & broken pussies" from WIFEABLE by NEEGAMUSIC. all credit to them. ▁▁▁▁▁▁
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DIAMONTÉ SMILES TO herself in triumph. It wasn't as if she wasn't going to be granted her way, she knew that she was, but it was something about always getting it. She had no idea why Michael was so easy to give in with little to no work done at all. But she left no room for complaints as she threw herself back against her couch, lowering the volume of the movie that played in her living room to a gentle sound.
She waited for twenty long, horny, impatient minutes for any signs of Michael, but there was nothing. The ache that settled deep in the pit of her stomach called to be taken care of, and the longer she waited she just grew more frustrated. Just as she sighed in annoyance and picked her phone up once again to bother her boyfriend, she received a knock at the door.
Faster than she'd like to admit, she grabs the remote to turn off the tv off and then she's getting up from the couch and pouncing her way over at the door. She obviously wasn't expecting anybody else, but she still stands on her tippy toes to look through her peephole to feel excitement burn throughout her veins at the sight of him.
"Who is it?" She calls out, her hand against the knob in an itch to open the door and invite him, but of course she felt the need to tease.
"Open the damn door," Michael mutters, without a doubt probably rolling his eyes at her goofiness. Diamonté giggles, deciding to not push it and ruin her chances of getting what she even dragged him over here for; dick. She opens the door for him, feeling the ache grow larger when his entire body finally meets her eyes.
He isn't dressed up whatsoever. Instead, he's clad in a pair of grey sweats, a simple white tee, and one of his favorite pairs of Jordan 1s. It's something so basic, and yet she feels her lower region practically pulsing for his touch. Maybe it's the stretch of the thin material of his top over his buff chest, sleeves tightening around his biceps at the movement of his arms. Or maybe it was the grey nike sweatpants that had exactly what she needed beyond them. Either way, she wanted him now.
"Hey bae," Diamonté struggles to even voice the two words, hopefully doing a great job at controlling the strain that threatened to lace throughout her words. She adverts her eyes elsewhere, not wanting to feel her throat get anymore drier and instead looked at what he had in his hands. "What's that?"
"Just a little food I had, was actually enjoying too, up until you ruined it." Michael jokes, stepping in and going to the kitchen, she was guessing to put the food away in the fridge. Her eyes go straight to his ass, she had a little thing for it. It was just so damn perky and cute, always makes her wanna give him a little smack just to watch him get upset.
