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𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 © 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥， 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖱𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽． (𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽）

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One shot imagines featuring your favorite Black boys 🤎 Note: These stories are completely fictional and are not a representation (in any form) of the names used. Enjoy! :)

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨". 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

𝚂𝙴𝚅𝚈𝙽 ⋮ 𝙰 𝟸𝟹 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙰 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴, 𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽, 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙻. ----------------------------- 𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰 ⋮ 𝙰 𝟸𝟺 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙺, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚆𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰'𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴.

This story is completed! Part 2 is up though, so go read and comment there :) ------ A place for you to request one shots for you and an NBA player and I'll write it for you! I'm taking all requests :) Cover credit to @kingsmaria :)

"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.

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