𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗟'𝗦 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗦𝗟𝗨𝗧. | 𝐍𝐁𝐀𝐊.
IN WHICH Taymor and Kentrell reunite after six months when Kentrell's tour makes a stop in Taymor's city. Intersex.
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‘ 𝘐’𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺. ’
"I JUST NEED SOME DICK, I JUST NEED SOME LOVE. TIRED OF FUCKING WITH THESE LAMES NIGGAS, BABY I JUST NEED A THUG." Taymor belted the lyrics to Summer Walker's Girls Need Love at the top of his lungs, a blunt in between his finger tips and one tucked behind his ear as he moved his hips to the beat, placing swirls of whipped cream on top of the strawberry cheese cake he was making.
Today was the day that Taymor would finally be reuniting with his on again off again boyfriend, Kentrell, also known as rapper NBA YoungBoy, after six long months of being apart. Kentrell had been on house arrest for the first few months of their relationship, but was granted permission by his judge to go on tour, and after a month and a half of nonstop touring, he finally would be coming to LA. It was no secret that Taymor messed around with other people a couple of times during those few months, and Kentrell definitely did his fair share of dirt too, but at the end of the day, they only wanted each other, and that's what's important.
Out of everyone Taymor had been with, before and during his relationship with Kentrell, none of them could come close to comparing to Kentrell. It may sound weird, but cheating actually made Taymor realize how lucky he was to have Kentrell in his life, and he knew that he only did what he did because he missed the love and attention that he used to get from Kentrell. Taymor just missed him period. There was absolutely nothing Kentrell was bad at, and if you took away his terrible temper, he would be flawless. Taymor had been missing out on what he thought was one of God's most beautiful creations for the longest, and he was tired of fucking with lame niggas as an attempt to temporarily fill Kentrell's place.
This was why Taymor related to the song almost more than anyone, he sang the lyrics like that because he felt felt every single word in his soul. He truly had been fucking with lame niggas, and all he'd been craving was a thug. His thug, Kentrell. Taymor missed him more than anything. His smile, his smell, his cooking, his little snores, and just his overall presence. Not to mention, it had been a while since Taymor got some good dick, or even had a decent conversation that didn't start with "are you a top or a bottom".
Of course Taymor missed more than just Kentrell's dick, but he had so much pent up sexual frustration that it was almost all he could think about. Taymor was so dick deprived that he nearly came on himself over a picture of Kentrell's dick print, and ever since Taymor found out he was coming to LA and would be making his house the first stop, he just couldn't quit thinking about being filled with that pretty, long, thick, chocolate dick again. He wanted to make it disappear in all three of his holes, and spent the last few nights playing with himself while imagining that he was being stuffed and creamed by Kentrell repeatedly.
The thought alone made him drool and throb, moans escaping his throat as he experienced some pretty intense sex flashbacks. Taymor was just longing for that feeling again, and wanted nothing but to be throat fucked with his hands tied behind his back until he was choking on his own spit and cum. He then wanted to get fucked into oblivion, allowing Kentrell to use his body as his personal daycare, or canvas if you will, because he loved being painted by Kentrell, as he felt like it was being claimed in a way. It had been a while, but Taymor wanted Kentrell to know that he was still daddies little slut. Taymor only belonged to him, and he would do almost anything to prove it.
This would explain why he was making a cheesecake while wearing nothing but one of Kentrell's t-shirts, which stopped just a couple inches above his knees due to his height, and some Nike socks. Besides Taymor, cheesecake was one of Kentrell's favorite things to eat. He also really loved Chinese food, but since Taymor didn't really know how to make all that, he made arrangements for the people at Kentrell's favorite Chinese restaurant back in Baton Rouge to come out to LA and make all his favorites. Since it had only been a couple of hours, all Taymor had to do was reheat it in the oven while making the cheesecake.
After all their petty arguments, online and in private, and cheating scandals, food, a zip of weed, and a bottle of overpriced champagne should be more than enough to get back in Kentrell's good graces. Taymor already knew those three things were the key to his mans heart, and just for good luck, he bought a thong online from Victoria's Secret, but ended up taking it off because it was uncomfortable. Despite the weird breeze and drafty feeling down there, no underwear probably would be best for today, just so Kentrell could have easy access.
Just like Kentrell, Taymor had once lived a life of crime and was in and out of juvie as a kid, which turned into him having to go to actual jail for a few months. Based off of the character he portrayed online and in the streets, people didn't expect him to be as submissive as he secretly was, nor did they expect him to be getting fucked by another man behind closed doors. But Taymor was harboring an even bigger secret than that. In between his thick caramel thighs, and up under the "Never Broke Again" t-shirt he sported, was a vagina.
You see, Taymor was born intersex, and his parents made the decision to get his penis snipped when he was just a baby. Nineteen years later, the scar of where it used to be was gone, and you could barely tell that anything used to be there. That was another reason why Taymor loved Kentrell so much. He never judged Taymor for anything, and he loved every part of him, flaws and all. He always made sure to let Taymor know that he was perfect the way he was, regardless of what was between his legs. Kentrell loved his pussy, he thought it actually made Taymor adorable, and pretty unique.
After Taymor got done putting the finishing touches on the cheesecake, he stuck it inside of the freezer and began heating up the Chinese food in the oven. He traded the cake for the bottle of champagne he stuck in the freezer just an hour before, and it was now perfectly chilled. He poured it into two champagne glasses and placed them on the table, which was set up with some fancy china he had never used before today, multi colored fake flowers that complimented the colors of his kitchen, and some lit cinnamon apple candles, Kentrell's favorite.
As if on cue, the doorbell to Taymor's condo rang, followed by Kentrell's signature style of knocking. Taymor let out squeal of excitement, shocking himself because he didn't even know that his voice could get that high, and he ran into the bathroom to quickly check his breath and appearance. He looked good. He had a fresh lineup and had also got his teeth whitened, his lips were plump and moisturized, and his skin was clear and glowing. Taymor even showered and lotioned up with cucumber scented body wash and lotion, something he hardly ever did. He thought using perfume scented things was too girly for for him, but cucumber melon was actually one of his favorites because it didn't smell too "girly". Plus Kentrell loved it, and anything Kentrell loved, he loved.
Taymor scurried to the door, his breath instantly taken away from him by the sight of his lover, whom he hadn't seen in person in half a year. Kentrell's brown skin was glowing to perfection, his hazel eyes slightly glazed over and even more provocative than before. He wore a simple yellow hoodie, which went amazing with his skin tone, some jeans, and just a single gold chain. Taymor's jaw nearly hit the ground, and the only thing he could do was stare in awe, becoming emotional and slightly aroused as him and Kentrell held an intense, unblinking stare with each other.
Kentrell bit his lip as he eyed Taymor's frame, mentally cursing himself out for letting himself stay away from something so beautiful for so long. He let out a breathy, almost silent laugh before letting a smirk takeover his lips. He held his hands up a little higher, his smirk spreading while doing so, and showcased the black box that he gripped in his hands. Taymor didn't even have to open it to know what it was, he was familiar with the small gold writing on the front that read Venus LT Fleur, because almost every girl on his twitter timeline posted and fantasized about these flowers and how romantic they were.
"Say li' baby, you just gon' stare or is you gon' let me come in?" Kentrell finally spoke.
Taymor wasted not time grabbing a handful of his sweatshirt and pulling him inside and towards his body, crashing his lips onto Kentrell's. Kentrell let the box slip out of his grip, his hands impulsively sliding down Taymor's body and gripping his hips firmly as the kiss deepened. He shut the door with the back of his shoe and Taymor then jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs around Kentrell's waist as he shoved his tongue into his mouth. Taymor was winning at first, but as soon as he was in Kentrell's arms, he fell into an instant submissive state. He became engulfed in Kentrell's familiar scent of weed and YSL cologne, nearly falling into a trance. He knew he couldn't compete with Kentrell's aggression and natural dominance.
Too horny to move elsewhere, Kentrell slammed Taymor's smaller frame against the wall by the door, never separating their lips. Kentrell's tongue had completely dominated Taymor's mouth. He even gave Taymor some lip bits here and there, causing him to whimper and squirm at the pain that he loved so much as he stuck his hand up under Taymor's shirt, caressing his ass and exploring the rest of his
"D-Daddy-" Taymor called almost breathlessly, holding the back of Kentrell's head as his rested against the wall. His eyes were shut tight and he let out shallow breaths and whimpers as Kentrell devoured his neck. "d-daddy...w-what about the...the f-food?" he choked and stammered, barely able to form a complete sentence. His mind was blank, and it was hard for him to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure he was receiving. With Kentrell's lips glued to his neck and his fingers rubbing on Taymor's hole and other set of lips, there wasn't much that he could do besides take it, but he didn't want the food to burn either.
"What did Usher say?" Kentrell asked in between kisses. "let that shit burn." Taymor laughed at Kentrell's reply, but stopped abruptly when he felt two of Kentrell's digits pushing into his soaked flesh.
Taymor's eyes widened and he quickly gasped in surprise, letting out a long drawn out moan in response. "Oh f-fuck, b-baby please stop-wait no don't stop!" Taymor cried out in pleasure. His legs shook like a baby dear learning to walk for the first time, nearly giving out on him and only growing weaker as Kentrell played around in his guts, curling, twisting, and turning his fingers inside of Taymor and teasing his sensitive clit.
Kentrell showed no mercy on his throbbing core, finger fucking him against the wall and repeatedly hitting his bundle over nerves over and over again. Taymor's screams and cries grew louder with each thrust, the pleasure he was feeling becoming more and more intense and unbearable. He began to grind into Kentrell's fingers in a needy manner, nothing but loud, whiny, moans escaping his throat. Taymor drooled as he pushed down on Kentrell's slender fingers, rocking back and forth on them while in his grip. His screams and moans filled the room as he rocked into Kentrell even harder, panting and grabbing at his shirt as he came harshly.
Kentrell fingered Taymor until his orgasm had subsided, taking his fingers out and sucking the juices off of them while staring directly into an awestricken Taymor's eyes. Before sitting him back down, Kentrell smashed their lips together and shoved his cum coated tongue down Taymor's throat, overlapping Taymor's tongue with his. Taymor moaned loudly as him and Kentrell sloppily exchanged cum back and forth, and Kentrelll made sure to grab handfuls of his bare ass, kneading Taymor's little cheeks in his hands in the midst of their rough, and passionate kiss.
After about two minutes, Kentrell finally pulled away, leaving a string of spit connecting to their lips. He bit his lip and leaned in to kiss Taymor once more, bitting and tugging on his plump bottom lip before pulling away again, leaving Taymor blushing profusely.
"Now you can go make my plate." Kentrell dismissed, sitting Taymor back down on his wobbly legs as a satisfied smirk spread upon his lips.