"𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚..." - 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻 𝗲𝘅·​𝗶𝗹𝗲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

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𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝟐𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭? "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫," (recently revised)

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮...𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨... "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞," The sequel to Ace of Spades

"𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖" a compilation of chris brown stories for your imagination

A series of Chris Brown imagines. (est. 2015)

Two guarded souls who recognize the ache in each other, trying not to fall too hard but drawn together anyway. Their love simmers beneath the surface-fierce, quiet, and complicated. He's her storm in silence; she's his peace in chaos *Unedited 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑨𝑰𝑵 _® Started: 12/13/22 Published: 12/23/22 End: 12/29/23