First time we fucked, we ain't really plan it.. But now I'll be making love to you through him...

sevyn & mir loves story ♥️

Urban Poly FanFic || Plus Size 18+ Poet • Imarra • Malik Why choose when you can have both.. ++++++++++++++++++++++ 🎶 "She gimme head & ride dick, that's a laptop" 🎶

" Who said you had to choose?" A thug, an entrepreneur, and a innocent girl. What could go wrong?

In the East Side Gang, Amir just so happens to be King's favorite.

We keep it gutter We f*** with no rubber We be on top of covers He got a n**** and I got a b**** We don't tell on each other

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞.' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. Letter to my lover, let me explain my love to you. I know how your trauma built a grudge, but i wont judge you. Letter to my lover, your love like a drug too.. When we fell in love, I was fightin' demons and battlin' drug abuse.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

At twenty-three, Kori thought she had love all figured out: steady boundaries, clear intentions, no room for chaos. But then there's Three. Three's twenty-five with a heavy past and an even heavier heart. The streets taught him to move ruthless, but one look at Kori had him rethinking everything. What starts as a friendship becomes calls that run too long and rides that don't end at the curb. Three falls first while Kori keeps drawing lines he's ready to cross. He's learning to heal. She's learning to trust. Together they're walking a line between danger and devotion. Where every laugh, every glance, every silence feels like more than it should. This isn't just a love story. It's a slow burn in real time with two hearts circling the fire, daring each other to step closer.

And I hate that you don't think I belong to you.