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Inspectors and maintenance stride around me like ants as I sit on the walkway in front of my shop, my knees supporting my elbows and my chin slumped into my palm. I had to wait nearly two hours for their crew to arrive while Saweetie took the new car somewhere safe. I couldn't just leave my shop like this... Thankfully though, authorities are finally here to investigate the damage.

They think random masked delinquents inflicted the drive-by. I didn't bother to tell them who did it... Like Saweetie said, this has to be dealt with by Gatti. Get the police involved, and it throws us all under the bus.

A/N: I heard y'all lmao. Shego will address Saweetie as such, rather than 'Diamonté :)

My eyes trail up when a certain paternal figure sits on the pavement beside me, a subtle groan escaping his lips from the low platform. I don't even turn to face him, maintaining a fatigued and apathetic frown while Dad soothes my back.

"How' you feeling?"

"I've felt better," I shrug. "Thanks for coming so quickly though."

"Anytime... Listen Pumpkin, I know you like JK a lot. He's a charming boy, in his own way... But do you maybe think you're biting off a little more than you can chew?"

"What do you mean?" I finally face him with knitted brows.

"Look around. All this drama and chaos that's followed you since you've been attached to him? I'm not saying that he's all bad, but you can't deny that trouble seems to follow. They attacked your shop, Shego... Your shop that you haven't focused on in months, and I doubt they'll stop here. In fact this isn't the first time you've been a target for these kids' little street disagreements. When does it end?"

"But Paps, JK's not the problem this time. He hasn't even done anything to these guys! This is purely J being a power-hungry psycho. If he wasn't actively trying to make our lives a living hell, we'd be problem-free right now. I get what you're saying but it's not fair to narrow this down to Gatti. Watch when JK gets out, he'll make everything right."

He doesn't want to upset me any more. He wants to believe this'll be the end of it... I can tell by his eyes. Ultimately, Dad airs a heavy sigh and extends an arm around me. His familiar embrace has me resting my head on his shoulder with a sullen frown.

"I hope you're right, Pumpkin... Gosh, I can't believe J kept me distracted with all that MySpace nonsense."

"...Aren't you still uploading on there?"

"Well I mean, no point in putting 600 followers to waste is there?"

"Ms. Toshiko." A man in glasses appears with a badged jumpsuit and a clipboard under his arm. I immediately spring to my feet with Dad following suit.

"So just to be clear, you have absolutely no profile of who did this?"

I immediately shake my head, "N-no."

"Right... Then lawfully our team isn't wrong to assume the damage caused to this property could have in fact, been orchestrated by the legal owner. Therefore, we'll have to conduct an investigation—"

"Wait wait hold on... You're accusing me of shooting my OWN store?"

"I know you're young, but insurance fraud is very common. We have to open an investigation for all claims until sufficient evidence is provided. If surveillance deems you truthful, then we can consider reconstruction."

"Deems me truthf—?!" I instantly turn away to look around in disbelief. My jaw sharpens with pressure from my clenching teeth while I place a hand on my hip and stressfully claw through my hair.

"Paps, I'm gonna freak out."

"It's okay. Let me talk to him... Look, my daughter's a good girl. I assure you this shop is her baby. With all the gang-related crimes happening in California, this really isn't that uncommon. Do your investigation if you need to but it's going to be over quicker than you think. There's cameras everywhere these days."

"Let's hope so. If the state considers the evidence in support of your claim, we'll get started on those repairs. Until then, we'll have to board up the premises."

"And how long would the repairs take?" I ask.

The man exhales through puffed cheeks. "Three... Maybe four months? There's a lot of damage to the interior and some shot fuses. I suggest emptying any important belongings while the officials set up some construction barriers."

My mind runs empty on words as I speechlessly watch the man walk away. Honestly, I've never wanted to throw a rock at somebody so bad. Following my groan, Dad lands a hand on my shoulder.

"It'll be okay Pumpkin. They'll realize you're innocent and get your shop back together. I'm sure of it."

My smile barely reaches my ears until just then, vibrations buzz against my hip. I quickly pluck my phone from my pocket and turn away to slide up the screen. Ugh, yes. Just the voice I needed to hear... JK doesn't even get the chance to greet me before I ask;

"Please tell me it's good news."

"It is. I've only got seven days left in here. Imma see you real soon."

"You mean you'll be out next week?! That's amazing! H-How are you pulling this off?"

"It's... Complicated. But look, imma still need someone to bail me out and drop a car off for me."

"Okay. How much is the bail?"

"Don't worry about that. Q's got some duffel bags of mine, tell him to give you one of them. Then before next week, you bring that money to the police station and issue the bail. Don't stick around though. The minute they're done, get outta there. There's too many opps in this place coming out 'the same time as me. I can't have them see you and pull some shit."

"Alright. I'll call Quavo and arrange a meet-up."

"Bet. 'Holler at you later."

"...That's it?"

"Hm?"

"Uh, my store just got destroyed? A little affection would be nice."

The quality of the audio has his chuckle sounding chopped and raspy, "Love you."

"Love you too, bye." I hang up with a smile. Only seven more days until I have my boyfriend back... I don't know how he's doing this and quite frankly, I don't care. At least that's one good thing to come out of this afternoon.

With my phone still in hand, I immediately dial Quavo's number.

"What' up shawty?"

"Hey. JK just called to let me know he'll be qualified for release next week. He said you'd have a duffel bag of his that I can bring?"

"Sure thing. When and where' you wanna meet up?"

"Are you free tomorrow? J just did a drive-by on my store so I have to empty my office. I don't know how long this'll take."

"They fucked with yo' shop? ...Aight say less. I know somewhere we can meet that'll be quiet."

◢◤◢◤ NEXT DAY ◢◤◢◤

With entangled feet and two fists gripping the metal frame, JK repeatedly brings his chin above the bar without once touching the prison's gym floor. Breaths invade his nose and escape his lips with each pull of his intensified biceps. Following the exercise, JK keeps bringing into view the small boxy television in the ceiling corner where the latest episode of his favorite morning cartoon airs.

"Now hol' up Slickback—"

"No, that's A Pimp Named Slickback."

"That's what I said. Slickback."

"No, NO. It's A Pimp Named Slickback! Like A Tribe Called Quest, you say the whole thing. A Pimp Named Slickback!"

"Can't we call you Slickback for short?"

"...NOOO N*GGA! I'm A Pimp Named Slickback! Say it with me nawh!"

His focus remains locked on Boondocks until a set of knuckles knock the frame he's using. The moment JK glances down, Agust calmly nudges his chin.

"They're gonna pull you for an emergency trial to review your case on Monday. I told 'em not to take too long but you'll have to see on the day. When they question where your documents were before, say that the lawyer the state gave you lost them. They'll have to consider you as a victim of misplaced evidence on their part."

JK finally lowers himself from the frame with a stirred expression. "And then that's it? I'm out?"

"Yeah. Only thing, they'll probably put you on probation. That's still better than rotting in here for six years."

JK slings his towel over his shoulder and leans against the pull-up frame, dabbing the sweat from his neck and shirtless chest. Both men radiate stares stubborn enough to cast an intense, icy orb around them.

"How are you doing this anyway? I've been locked up 'stupid amount of times but I ain't never found a way to get out this quick."

Agust merely stares at the racer with a face as idle as stone. Not bothering to answer his question, the older casually strolls out of the gym room. "Catch you on moving day."

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The sky blossoms with the most silky collusion of lilac and pink as I make my way to pick up JK's money. Distant sandy hills surround California with this surreal Martian hue while orange clouds completely halo the palm trees stalking my sides. With two hands around the wheel, I glance into my side mirror and cautiously turn towards the large, empty parking lot near Long Beach.

It's then that a pair of headlights turn in from the opposite entrance. Too distant to make out the model. But judging by the black wrapping and green stripe centering its hood, I smile at the familiarity.

As if recognizing me too, the driver revs his engine before abruptly speeding towards me. My headlights flash as I ignite some horsepower of my own and speed towards him also. Despite the loose hair strands invading my face, a playful smile brights my lips.

40 mph...

60...

80–

At the brink of collision, we both whip into a sharp turn before immediately steering our wheels in the other direction, peddling our foot on the gas and keeping our vehicles centered as we pivot into a corresponding donut. The steering wheel practically dances back and forth between my fingers while my tires screech along the pavement and our swerving cars orbit to form a symmetrical, smoky ring.

We simultaneously come to a halt upon swapping sides, my body slanting to the right from the impact. After opening my door, I slam it shut and walk forward with two hands tucked into my cropped fur-hooded jacket.

On cue, Quavo exits his Chevrolet with a duffle bag crossing his torso and an oversized black leather varsity jacket to warm his silhouette. The sunset's skyburst does wonders for his skin, glazing his brown complexion with warm and rosy rays. With the slam of his door, he exclaims over the wind; "What up Shego!"

I can't help but laugh as we approach each other, the breeze once again stirring my hair across my smile. I untuck my hands from my pockets and playfully holler back in JK's voice. "What up Q!"

That seems to have earned a smile from the racer. Still walking towards me, he lifts the duffel bag from his build and extends an arm.

"You got a good clutch on you. Learn that from JK?"

"I'm a good observer." I place the padded strap over my shoulder. Just the memory of watching JK do stunts takes me back to the days when I'd secretly watch Gatti from a distance... I picked up a lot from him back then.

"Ay real talk, I'm sorry to hear what happened to yo' store. JK had a nice surprise for you but Hopeworld done fucked it up. 'Kinda goofy name is Hopeworld anyway?"

"I think that's the point," I sigh. "No authorities would waste their time on a gang named something so innocent. Sums up my cousin's gimmick pretty well..."

"Well hey, it's a big week Shawty. Our boy's finally gone' be out. Any plans?" He leans against his car with his fists in his pockets. The question fuels me to smile and sway my body in a girly manner.

"So I'm putting together this really nice welcome home package..."

"Yeah...?" He mimics my feminine tone.

"And it's gonna be real nice... I've prepared his favorite drink, some greens, ingredients to cook him a tasty romantic dish, and I'm thinking maybe a little welcome-home cake... I don't know, I don't wanna go too crazy and cringe him out but just... Something that shows I missed him."

Quavo lets his head hang low as he chuckles with bounced shoulders.

"Do the cake, Shawty. You'll be surprised what means a lot to him. JK might not show it well but the dude really appreciates you. More than I' ever seen him appreciate anyone. Just make sure you on't give up on him."

My lips soften into a heartfelt smile from Quavo's words. I fasten my grip around the weighty duffle bag and playfully scoff before twisting my body back towards my car.

"You already know I would never, Quavo. I'll see you around."

◢◤◢◤ POLICE STATION ◢◤◢◤

Various visitors fixate their gaze on me from the waiting area as I approach the reception with a completed form in my hand and the duffle bag on my shoulder. I wanted to be taken more seriously so to match the fall season, I grace a camel cashmere turtle neck with bootcut jeans and furry heeled boots. Though I suppose even my reserved fashion stands out in these sorts of settings...

The police officer at the desk boredly files some paperwork until I slide my form underneath the glass panel. Without even glancing up, she sighs. "Name?"

"Shego Toshiko. Um, I'm here to bail out JK from the state penitentiary."

The woman finally peers up but only to look me up and down with little conviction. She then draws the form closer to herself. For some reason, she scoffs upon reading it before bringing her lips to the speaker box;

"Sweety, not sure if you noticed but the bail amount for that inmate is $50,000. How about you come back when you win the lotter—"

I unzip the duffle bag, hoist it high, and flip it upside down to empty its contents while she's talking. Wads of cash in rubber bands litter over the surface with some even spilling by my feet. The officer just watches with a frozen expression as the money rains endlessly, as do the other visitors and the officers who had been working behind her.

There's a lingering silence after I shake the last few stacks loose. Staring at the cluttered desk, the woman rotates in her chair to face her speechless colleagues.

"I don't know what y'all standing around for. Imma' need some help counting this."

◢◤◢◤ NEXT WEEK ◢◤◢◤

Daylight invades the courtroom's wooden interior; casting grids of light across every desk, podium and American flag. JK sits with both wrists handcuffed over the table as the judge reads his script to the fairly unpopulated room.

"A-And after submitting the correct classified documents, I pronounce the defendant e-eligible for release. The defendant will remain on probation for 24 months under the monetization of electronic monitoring. Should they abuse this negotiation or fail the charge it, Los Angeles' State County will have grounds to reinstate the defendant under..."

JK tunes out, too invested in the judge's timid state and eyes that keep rising over to glance at the back of the room. The racer looks back out of curiosity, only to witness a few men occupying the benches and sending the judge intimidating nods. They're definitely not law officials or journalists...

"As of October 13th, the defendant is to be relieved of his initial sentence of six years according to State Law. The terms and conditions for probation include the following: The defendant shall not violate any laws, they must comply with monthly meetings with a parole officer, they must submit to random drug and alcohol testing, they must submit to searches by a police officer at any given time, they must pay restitution and fines, and must stay within a 15km radius of Los Angeles, California. Does the defendant agree to these terms and conditions?"

"Yeah," JK answers casually.

"Then the monitor installation will take place in 2 hours. Time is 09:32, court is adjourned."

The slam of his gavel urges the entire courtroom to their feet except for the AD members at the back. As JK is led out of the room, the judge swallows a nervous gulp and abandons his podium to whisper to a guard;

"There. I released his friend. Now tell that psycho to leave me and my family alone."

The pieces all come together when JK overhears those words on his way out. Only thirty minutes later, He's led through the decayed prison corridors for what's to be assumed, the final time. Like in the courtroom, hopeful sun rays impose themselves across the walls leading all the way up to his cell.

The four concrete walls that had become his home these last few months suddenly feel bittersweet to break away from... JK begins packing his belongings, though there isn't much to take home. A stack of playing cards, some motor magazines, the tiny Nokia hidden in his mattress, and of course, the raunchy photograph that single-handedly brightens his cell...

He admires the basketball game photo momentarily before peeling off its tape corner by corner. Little to his knowledge however, The Game slowly leans against the open gate behind and observes his younger with a smile.

"I heard ya' girl came to drop off that bail stash already. You sure you wanna flee the coop so soon?"

JK sighs, "Got to bro. This shit's getting outta hand. They just shot up my girl's store and I still ain't got word from Big Joe. Someone's gotta handle all this."

"Nah I respect that. You always holding it down for the gang. You taking all this with you?"

"Here, have it." JK nonchalantly slaps the playing cards, rolled-up magazines and Nokia phone into Game's hand, the last one discreetly enough to avoid the officer's gaze. The Game cheekily itches his nose with his thumb and points,

"The photo too?"

"Nah, fuck off." JK pushes him with laughter.

The Game's cheeks inflate when he returns a loud, baseful laugh only once more. It doesn't take him long to pull his younger into a manly embrace, fuelling JK to reciprocate the gesture with a bittersweet sting.

"This place won't feel the same without you brother... We gone' miss having you 'round. Y'all be safe out there... And promise me you'll visit this time!"

"Yeah yeah, I promise man. This ain't the last time we link up." JK pats his older's back with sincerity... "Thanks for everything."

◢◤◢◤ RELEASE DAY ◢◤◢◤

I can't believe today's really the big day. Wasting absolutely no time, I'm already preparing for JK's return with a spatula in my fist and my new cookbook crowning the kitchen counter, right next to my laptop screen where Saweetie paints her toes on camera. Pointing the webcam at myself, I continue to operate the steaming pan while AK whimpers hungrily by my feet.

"Sorry AK, this isn't for you. Alright, step 3: Heat half of the remaining oil in the pan over high temperature and add mushrooms. Cook, stirring occasionally, for 5 mins or until the mushroom is golden brown and tender."

"Girl, I don't understand a thing you're saying to me." She blows on her toenail dry. "What' you making him anyway?"

"Pan-seared steaks with stroganoff sauce, herbs and roasted garlic butter. It was the most romantic-looking meal in the cookbook. Though I didn't realize it would take so much attention... I've barely had a chance to leave this stove and prepare everything else."

"Chile you know you could've just slapped your name on some takeout. I would've ordered some burgers and called it a day."

"...You think I'd get away with that?"

"Duh. JK'll eat anything."

Snapping myself out of it, I shake my head. "Well the point of this is to treat JK to a nice dinner. I'm gonna get through this. Step 4: Heat the remaining oil in the pan and season the steaks well. Add to the pan and cook for 2-3 mins each side for medium-rare."

"Rare?! If you don't stop following them white ass instructions. I can't imagine the look on JK's face if he bit into some bloody beef... Wait! That gives me an idea. You got a camcorder?"

"Um... I think somewhere around here. Why?"

"Since you're putting all this effort in for him, you should make it memorable and tape his reaction!"

"That's... Actually a really cute idea. And the journey it'll take JK to drive here should give me enough time to find it. Do you think I should've invited the guys down and made this a group thing—?"

"Mm mm, nope. You and JK ain't had a moment together since you became boyfriend and girlfriend. This has gotta be y'all's romantic little moment... You're not wearing that are you?"

She judgingly analyses my season-stained Groovy Chicks t-shirt and clashing lilac sweats. Not to mention my messy ponytail and glasses that had fogged up from all the stream...

"As if. Want to see what I'm gonna change into?"

Saweetie gasps and claps eagerly, "Show me."

I quickly abandon the stove to retrieve the little number I'd saved for tonight... The moment I return to the screen, Saweetie's face lights up. I hold the garment with excitedly peddling feet as we both burst into girly squeals, urging AK to lower his head and emit a hungry sigh.

◢◤◢◤ LATER ◢◤◢◤

Dressed in regular clothes for the first time in months, JK grounds his palms against the brick wall while different police officers take turns patting him down. Agust receives the same search on the opposite side of the room with both men rolling their eyes at the process.

"They've got nothing on them. They're good to go."

An officer hands JK his backpack and escorts the pair outside towards the rusted gate separating the prison from the free world. JK would be lying to say he wasn't excited... Knowing that some netted metal is all that obstructs him from an endless road to freedom... The city feels close enough to touch.

"Enjoy your freedom guys." The officer begins unlocking the gate, "And remember JK, don't break that probation. You leave the city and that anklet goes off."

"Yeah yeah, I know how this works."

It doesn't take long for the giant steel panel to screech open. And with every step the two take onto the main road, a sense of freedom washes over them. The air feels fresher than before. The nature looks greener than before. And the cars, certainly look crisper than before... For JK, Shego left behind a black Audi A6 Sudan while Agust is welcomed by a BMW just as dark. Both sport indistinctive designs and tinted windows. As if it were intentional they be overlooked...

"This is it... We're outside." JK sighs.

Agust scans the environment with a poker face and a subtle nod.

"Yeah. It feels... Good."

"Mm." JK nods, the silence in the air swelling thick. "Crazy but, we don't make a bad team."

Agust airs a nasally scoff, his shoulders hitching a slight bounce while his lips curl. "Well you didn't do shit but yeah. We're decent."

Despite the wind whisking their hair, Agust turns towards his foe with both hands still tucked into his pockets. As if sizing up one another, JK secures the backpack grappling his shoulder and reciprocates his enemy's intense stare with one of his own...

That is until Agust holds out his hand.

No chummy smile to go with the gesture, no heartfelt truce... Just a hand. JK glances down at it before ultimately hooking a firm grip around Agust's. The older finally cracks a grin as the two rivals shake hands for the very first time.

"See you on the streets," Agust says.

"Yeah," JK replies.

On that note, the pair split up and make their way to their vehicles that are parked at a distance. All that can be heard are the corresponding thuds of their car doors as they climb in and start their engines...

JK traces his hand up and down the steering wheel fondly as if reuniting with the leather and long-awaited dashboard... However rather than drive off, both leaders stare at each other through their darkened windows from a distance. There's a good thirty seconds of silence... Until they simultaneously whip out pistols from their glove compartment—

*POP POP POP!*

There's little surprise to learn the two had come prepared with bulletproof windows and silencers on their muzzles, though that doesn't discourage each from sticking a hand out of their windows and shooting at the other's car repeatedly. JK's hair blows back from the impact of every shot; his exposed teeth clenched and face tightened with the focus. Those expressions are mirrored by Agust who doesn't shy away from the shattered ringlets striking his window and hood as he fires back.

Any cars that had been innocently driving by now swerve in panic with honking horns and screaming drivers. There's too much commotion even with the silencers. So in the spur of the moment, a loud screech burns the ground when JK floors his brakes.

*SKRRRT!* JK's left-hand steers the wheel while his right maintains hold of the pistol. The racer props his right elbow up on the passenger seat to look over his shoulder and speed in reverse, somehow perfectly weaving around every frantically passing car with one hand. The pointer on the dashboard hesitates to tilt further while all that can be heard is the aggressively revving engine and crisp wind.

Agust quickly shoots his wing mirror off its hinges before JK licks his lips and leans out to shoot again, completely shattering Agust's headlight whilst speeding backward. The older finally retracts his weapon and slumps his fist against his cheek upon watching him get away.

"Little shit."

◢◤◢◤ EVENING ◢◤◢◤

The anticipation from these past few hours has been bubbling up inside me like a shaken soda. I'm literally so excited I can barely think straight. JK texted that he was nearly here 5 minutes ago which means he'll be upstairs any second. Perfect timing too because everything's pretty much set in place.

My deliciously steamy pair of steaks have been served on matching plates by the kitchen counter alongside a couple bottles of Hennessy, JK's favorite drink, and a mini cake to celebrate. Not to mention the giant sacks of weed that crowd the living room coffee table. I wanted to show that I care, but not make it overwhelming. I just hope I didn't overdo it.

After lathering my body in cocoa butter, I turn towards AK with my hands on my hips. "Okay this is not a drill AK. He's coming up any second now. How do I look?"

I decided to wear a sexy mesh leopard-print cami that hosts pink lace trimming, a tiny satin bow in the center and matching panties. The cami splits at the stomach to flaunt my navel piercing, while I purposely bought a size too small to make my chest look even fuller. Combined with my loose hair and smoky eyes, I feel like a straight-up video vixen.

AK merely ogles at me before erupting into barks when the door knocks heavy-handedly. I immediately sprint behind the kitchen island and reach underneath the cabinet to spritz myself with some emergency perfume. I then toss it back, stand up straight and fluff my hair.

"It's open!"

My heart goes still as the door draws in to reveal my boyfriend for what feels like minutes. Even in an oversized grey hoodie and loose jeans, he looks as ethereal as when he left. His shoulders seem to have only gotten wider in muscle while a subtle goatee crowns his chin and his immediate beam deepens his smile lines. I don't even give him a chance to speak before I'm already running to JK with an excited squeal. "Ahh!"

"What up, baby?" His breathy chuckle soothes my ear when I instantly leap into his arms; my legs locked around his hips and my face buried in his neck. He smells so naturally good... And his warm embrace feels so secure that I barely even noticed AK now galloping around us with ecstatic barks.

The moment he puts me down, my head is already craned back to receive the buttery open kisses JK towers over me.

I almost forgot how great of a kisser he is. I could honestly do this forever... My hands frame both sides of his jaw as I smile against his lips and reciprocate a series of final pecks. Soon enough, he leans back and trails his hands down my hips when biting his lip at the sight of me.

"Well shit. You look good... Miss me?"

I suppress my firework of thoughts behind tucked lips and nod eagerly.

"I'm literally so happy right now I could cry."

*Woof! Woof!*

"Yeah yeah, I see you." JK pets AK when he paws desperately at his owner's leg. That's when JK peers up at my apartment with lowered eyebrows and a smile of disbelief.

"What's all this?"

"It's for you! I know you've probably missed these things while you were gone. I wanted your welcome home to feel special."

"I ain't never even had a 'welcome home'. I see the Henny and... Hold up, ain't no way you got—" He breaks into laughter at the sight of the giant sacks of weed centering the living room. I laugh along before pulling him over to the kitchen counter. "Aaand I cooked."

"You cooked?"

"Uh-huh. Your body pretty much runs on lean, weed and burgers so I figured you deserved something nice. I know you like your red meat."

"It looks good... Lotta' mushrooms though."

"Yeah because they give the sauce that little zang. Here, have a taste."

I excitedly stab his fork into a mushroom and insert it into his mouth. With lowered brows, he nods and chews.

"Mm, that's good."

"See! Oh, and your cake!"

The second I look away, he swiftly spits the mushroom over his shoulder before towering over mine from behind, "You got cake too?"

"Just a small one." I reel it closer. The cake is a simplistic round one with the most inviting green frosting and written in white frosting, reads "Welcome Home ♥." Despite my font in the center being a little crooked, I can't help but smile at my work before looking up to notice JK staring at me with the most sincere smile. His naturally intense eye contact has me leaning back with a nervous smile of my own.

"What?"

He just shakes his head and opens his arm to me. "This was sweet. Seriously. You ain't had to do all this, She."

The beam on my face is so goofy and dumb that I can barely keep it tamed. His smile doesn't fade when he leans down and kisses me once again, making me scrunch the waist of his hoodie while he brings me closer with his arm. I may have intentionally drenched myself in Cocoa Butter knowing JK finds the scent irresistible...

I can't help but admire his features when he pulls away to swipe his finger along the cake and hook it into his mouth, letting his cheeks hollow as he briefly sucks the frosting. He always looks so angry when he eats... I know that's just his focused face but either way, I love it.

"Mfm. Tastes good." He nods, "Probably tastes better on your tits though."

"Only one way to find out." I purse my lips playfully.

JK just analyses my face with a lazy grin, his eyes darting back and forth between my lips and mesh attire. Excitement spreads my features when he looks away to shake his head and poke his tongue in his cheek, as if he'd been trying to hold himself back for the sake of a wholesome moment. But that innocence is short-lived once JK stands straight and tugs his belt one-handed. "Come here then 'cause I ain't playing."

Eek. Months of torturous separation and pent-up frustration seem to dissolve by the simplest ignition of our kiss. His strong nose overpowers mine while our lips lock hungrily and his right hand snakes up my waist to grope my breast.

All that can be heard are our nasally inhales and smacking lips... Especially when he slips a hand into my panties and softly strokes.

"Mm, I can tell you' happy to see me."

I chuckle against his lips, his nose ring pressing my alar. Being trapped against the counter, his movements encourage me to moan between kisses and extend my hand into his crotch, reciprocating the favor with graceful hand movements. The more we touch, the less room his jeans aid to his waist...

JK's jaw only grinds sharper the more we kiss and touch. The anticipation becomes unbearable... From the way his belt snaps loose to the way he removes his hoodie over his head and unveils the physique he'd built behind bars. His muscles are even more defined than before, yet somehow he manages to maintain his signature slim frame. And his tattoos are like an endless canvas I get to discover all over again.

That pesty denim around his hips makes it hard to feel his length so I take this chance to break our makeout and slowly descend onto my knees, hooking my fingers around his jeans and dragging the material down with me. The pleasure on JK's face is apparent as he hooks a hand through my hair. I missed this angle... Having him towered over me with that daunting shadowy glare and endless ladder of abs. I bite back my smile and completely pull his boxers down to expose his length...

Was it always this big? Oh no.

Nevertheless, I massage his balls a little and shift my hair to one side. Out of the blue, JK looks away in confusion.

"What's that?"

"Where?"

"On the counter, facing the door. It's blinking."

"Oh, that's my camcorder. I was recording your reaction when you came home."

A reckless grin takes over when he reaches for the camcorder and angles it at me, his tattooed knuckles secured into the little velcro strap;

"Let's make a movie then."

Usually I'd be paranoid about this sort of thing but in this moment, I honestly don't care. So using one hand, I direct him into my mouth and slowly sink my lips down his hardened shaft. JK watches intensely the more my cheeks hollow around his skin and sensually suck. "Mm."

I roll my head in fluid movements, smacking my now-wet lips against his tip and trailing my tongue up his shaft whenever I dive back in. Massaging his balls at the same time, I gaze back up to witness my boyfriend grinning proudly and resting my ear between the crook of his thumb. We hold eye contact for a moment, his tip poking exploring my mouth before I take his erection deeper into my throat.

"Uhf, take this shit off." He yanks down my cami, almost tearing the very material he adored minutes ago with just one hand. The paced thrusts of JK's hips have me easily choking beneath the blinking red light in his fist that's capturing every moment.

There's a wet string connecting my lips to his tip when I detach with a dramatically loud smack and I trap his shaft between my now exposed breasts. My nipples poke between my fingers as I move my bust up and down his vein-embellished skin, the plump crescents consuming his shaft and squeezing his tip repeatedly.

At this point the sight of his tip penetrating my cleavage has JK watching with too much focus to smile or speak. Especially when I spit on it. Sporting no hands this time, I quickly take his length back into my mouth and suck hungrily. JK grabs a fistful of hair and firmly pushes my bopping head while I drag my nails from his v-line down to his thighs. I just know the aggression in his hand gesture has the camera bouncing like crazy.

His knuckles scrunch at my front roots when he forces me to look up at him; exposing my dazed, wet smile to the camera. The racer lets out a broken chuckle before using his thumb to wipe my smeared lipgloss from the side of my mouth.

"Damn. This what I turned you into, She?"

I giggle behind a bitten smile while he puts the camera down and hoists me to my feet by the throat. JK's hands clasp my ass cheeks as he effortlessly picks me up and carries me to the living room, but not before swiping two fingers across the 'welcome home' cake on the counter.

He sits on the edge of my sectional couch, making it possible to lay on his back beneath my spread thighs. There's a wet string when JK pulls aside my panties, giving him ammunition to drag his frosting-coated fingers up my entrance before placing my womanhood on his face and licking.

"Oh my go..." I nearly jolt from the unexpected feeling of JK's mouth moving. His lips lick and suck my bud so softly while his tongue circulates the warmth between my thighs. I can't help but scrunch his hair in my fist and grind against his face to the rhythm of wet smacks popping between us.

"Baby that feels so... Ugh." I throw my head back and whimper. The soft cushiony feeling of his tongue caressing my smooth folds... At this point I'm literally throbbing against his mouth. His brows furrow with concentration, his nose scrunches, and lines form at the sides of his mouth while his hands grip my waist. I swear my skin is melting with every touch he ignites me with.

Just then, JK pats my ass with two fingers, signaling me to climb off. He drags a palm down his face to wipe his mouth dry but keeps a hand on my waist, guiding me not to back up no further than his lap. I softly land my knees on either side of his hips, his insanely muscular thighs comfortably spread beneath my hovered position as he sits up. Neither one of us breaks eye contact as I reach down to JK's length and center the tip into position.

My eyes shut, brows furrow and my jaw falls with hitched breath the more I slowly lower my hips down JK's length, still holding it in place to the tune of sticky wet friction. Even when aided the lubricant of my wetness, squatting as low as before will take some getting used to. There's this proud smile on JK's face as I carefully begin to bounce.

"You got it, She."

He props a hand behind him to support his posture whilst scrunching the other in the back of my hair, forcing me to challenge his gaze despite his overwhelming size. I've always loved the sexiness that comes with JK's infamous heavy eyes or high state... But his stare is far more soul-capturing when he's sober. It's like he's studying everything about me. Every whimper, every inch of him that becomes a challenge...

I let out a trembled breath that he smoothly captures with his lips, my moan sending vibrations around his tongue that tastes sweeter than before. I slowly grind my hips and wrap my arms around his neck. Far enough to caress his ears with my nails. I can't help but smile and moan throughout our romantically slow pace.

My nails draw apart at his back muscles as I slowly unwrap my arms and push JK's chest so that his back hits the couch. His grip cinches around my waist while I capture his knees for balance and whine my hips in rotation, finally able to sit a little lower. With every roll are the sticky macaroni pot sounds that project through the entire apartment. I can't help but throw my head back while JK gropes my ass and groans at the view.

My bouncing breasts, my swinging navel ring, my tattoo that stretches and contracts with every exaggerated body roll... He's outlining every crescent of my body with his eyes alone. I soon place both palms on his chest, the sudden movement causing my hair to drape over one eye when he quickly begins bucking his hips faster against mine.

"Uhf, babe..." I wince.

Every thrust strikes this immense pressure into my lower stomach. JK impatiently binds his biceps around my upper body and pulls me down so that we're chest to chest. I flick my hair to the side to look back at his length now slamming into me from below. Alongside a fallen jaw, my brows slant and my eyes struggle to stay open from his sudden unforgiving speed. "Uh!"

JK clasps my cheeks to spread them wider before slapping hard enough to stamp his handprint. I can feel his cool breath fanning against my heated face, while my juices start to trickle down my thigh and I'm blessed with his raspy groans in my ear. With the intimate proximity of our faces, I tuck a hair behind my ear and smile with our gaze and noses constantly bumping alongside each other.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you too." His words come out slurred and raspy when he captures my lips once again. Our faces still bounce throughout our kiss, even when he brings a hand up to frame my face... I wanted to last so much longer but damn, I'm already close.

Abruptly, our kiss ends and my breaths slow down. I guess his strokes were so deep and slippery that he slipped out. I'm barely given the chance to catch my breath before JK climbs out from underneath me and flips me onto my stomach. In one swift movement; he kneels behind me whilst raising my hips and pushing my face into the couch, perfectly hoisting my opening higher for his erection.

"Look at this..." He spreads with my folds using a single thumb in awe of the crystal-clear wetness. I strain a muffled moan against the couch when I feel his tongue sweep the valley between my thighs, blessing my entrance with open kisses and licking my inner thigh clean.

My face and lower stomach are flushed with another wave of heat. Especially when he bites my inner thighs and kisses where he hurt. With his lips coated in my excitement, JK brings his head up, licks his lips and realigns himself.

"Uargh..." My face and chest rub against the couch from JK's naturally hard-hitting thrusts. He easily cuffs my wrists together with one hand to rob me of control, putting further emphasis on the wet clapping of our skin. With a bitten lip and bouncing hair, JK's fingertips dig deeper into my hips as he pounds it from different angles and forces my ass to ripple. At this point, my body starts to weaken and I cry out his name beneath my pool of hair. "JK, ugh!"

That's when he easily yanks my head back up using another fistful of hair. He pulls my roots so tight that my neck cranes back to watch him glare at me from above; his face sweaty, hands veiny, and eyebrows knitted with focus. I desperately want to focus on his eyes but my vision is bouncing so vigorously, I can barely see straight. The constant edging of pleasure's becoming too much.... It's hard not to drown out my own heartbeat with loud moans and cries.

"Fuck... Open your mouth."

His voice is so deep and raspy now. I desperately part my lips with to create an opening for JK to spit in my mouth, a bulb forming in his jaw while his brows screw angrily and his stringy bangs aggressively bounce. I can barely keep up with my breaths enough to swallow it before he suddenly angles his body in a way that strikes my G spot over and over.

My abdomen tightens with an intense burning sensation that rushes down from the pit of my stomach to the crown of my thighs. JK doesn't even slow down when lowering his upper body to place a long kiss on my forehead, knowing exactly what's to come.

"Ugh!!" I throw my head forward and stretch my mouth with trembling thighs. My toes curl, hairs stand up and fingernails claw at the couch when I let out the loudest scream. The more I come undone, the more my moans soften and my fingers slowly detensify. Growing close himself, JK quickly pulls out and jerks himself in his fist.

"What else can you swallow, baby?"

I slowly rotate to face his ungodly and sweaty form whilst kneeling beneath him a final time. My breathless grin and gentle suck between his balls only fuel him to speed up his movements with a strained groan and aggressive, wet smacks. I quickly widen my mouth to showcase my tongue, letting him rest his tip against my lower lip whilst still rushing his fist up and down his angled shaft.

"Uff, shit." JK's warm seed shoots into my mouth with only some shooting on my face. I curiously run two fingers along my cheek and suck them with heavy eyes before swallowing his champagne confetti entirely, letting strings of his seed pillar my mouth. JK grabs my face and admires my dazed state with the most alluringly crooked grin.

"Damn She... You got that glow." His tattooed chest expands and deflates with a breathless chuckle. Though my chuckle back is far more dazed.  The room around me seems to blur while my ears ring and my heart beats rapidly. I feel like literal mush...

JK wraps my body in his hold and lowers his back onto the couch. Falling together; my stomach bubbles with a full feeling while my hair clings to my spine from the sweat. I can't help but rest against JK's respiring chest as my eyelids inevitably drift shut.

A/N: Soooo there were initially 2 back-to-back smuts right here but the word count got WAY too long so I've cut it last minute. Don't worry though, you will receive part 2 next chapter instead ;)