𝐊-𝐈-𝐒𝐒-𝐈-𝐍-𝐆 - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

You were sitting on the kitchen counter in the packed fraternity house, sipping on your red cup which consisted of some brown liquor mixed with juice.
Tonight the frat boys at the college you attend decided to throw a huge party. Why? You had no idea. This was just something they loved doing once a month.
"Ohhhh this is my shit! Ayyyy!" Your friend Zariah, began dancing as soon as 'Hot Spot' by Foxy Brown started blasting through the speakers.
You started laughing while you and your other friends hyped her up. "Go Z! Go Z!"
You were all enjoying the vibe until Anthony and his boys came making their way towards you and your friends.
Anthony was cool, all his friends were. Except the one person you couldn't stand the most.
Nasir.
Anthony and the rest of the boys greeted you all. Nas just stood there with his blunt and an evil grin on his face as his focus remained you.
You soon made eye contact with him and scoffed. "Ew." You said, looking away from him and jumping off the counter.
"I'm going to the bathroom. Can you hold my cup for me please?" You asked Zariah. She nodded taking your cup and went back to her conversation with Anthony.
You squeezed your way through the party, finally making it upstairs. After handling your business, you washed your hands and checked your hair and makeup.
You softly chuckled at yourself because you were a little tipsy and it was evident in your eyes.
You applied a layer of your strawberry flavoured lipgloss on your plump lips before winking at yourself in the mirror and exiting the bathroom.
You were suddenly pushed back in, by Nasir which caught you off guard.
"Nas, move! Are you fucking crazy? Move before I fuck you up!" You yelled at him as he closed and locked the door.
"Shut up." He said rather calmly as he snaked his arms around your waist while he leaned back against the sink.
"What's yo' problem? Why you always buggin' every time I'm around? Fuck I do to you?" He asked you.
Funny enough, as much as you disliked this man, you were actually feeling the little embrace he currently had you in. He knew you would too.
Nas been had a thing for you since you first arrived on campus. He always tried having conversations with you here and there, but you always gave him the cold shoulder and he never understood why.
The gaze he kept on you suddenly made you nervous as he loosened up his grip, resting his palms on your hips.
"Hm?" He hummed, staring at you with low red eyes while waiting for your reply.
You smacked your lips and sighed. "You're just so damn annoying and cocky as hell."
"How?!" Nas furrowed his eyebrows and let go of you, suddenly feeling offended.
"In class, all over the dorms.. you wanna be the class clown that everyone loves so bad. You're so fucking loud when you don't need to be. You disrupt everyone from learning. Your jokes are shit. You think every girl on this campus wants you with them wack ass pick up lines, but little do you know what they all say about you. It's not good things either."
You finally got it off your chest. You really just hated annoying, attention seeking people who never shut the fuck up. Clearly Nasir fell into that list.
He chuckled and shook his head. "Well quite frankly, shorty.. I don't give a fuck about any of those girls or what they have to say about me. The only person I care about is you."
Your face softened up. You were confused by his words, but they still made you feel somewhat special.
Nas gently pulled you into him by your waist. "So a nigga had to do all that just to get your attention huh?"
"You didn't get my attention in a good way, Nas." You snickered.
"Shit.. I got it though." He shrugged and smirked, sneaking his hand down to your ass.
You smiled shyly, looking directly at him. "What are you doinggg?" You dragged playfully, causing him to chuckle.
He brought his mouth to your ear, "don't act like you don't like it." His soft raspy voice spoke to you as he gave your bum a gentle squeeze.
You loved it.
In fact, if you knew Nas was this smooth, you would've stopped hating on him a long time ago. He was one of the very few boys you found attractive at your school but the persona he always put on turned you off.
You were completely turned on right now, however. Nas knew what he was doing.
Suddenly, a knock on the bathroom door startled you. Nas was too busy placing kisses on your earlobe and neck.
"Nas, we have to go." You whispered.
"Fuck 'em. Let 'em piss themselves." He said and continued what he was doing.
The person knocked again. "Is someone in there?! I'm finna kick this door down." The man snapped on the opposite side.
Nas groaned and kissed his teeth, making you giggle at how irritated he got so quickly.
"Come on." He pushed himself off the sink and held your hand as he unlocked the door.
"Finally!" The guy immediately brushed past you two and slammed the door shut.
You both laughed it off and made your way back downstairs.
"You wanna go back and party with your girls, or you wanna go chill in my whip with me for a bit?" Nas questioned you. He didn't seem bothered by whatever choice you decided to make.
You looked around, soon spotting Zariah having a full blown make out session with Anthony on the dance floor.
Your other friends were occupied in playing beer pong and having conversations with other guests.
"Let's go to your car." You replied and you both walked out of the party.
You guys literally talked in the car for about an hour and a half, getting to know each other beyond what you thought you knew about him.
He was actually a down to earth person and really bright as well. You always adored how smart he was. He never failed to display his intelligence in class, even if he was known as the 'class clown'.
He was a music head just like you. Which ended up being the reason why you were here now in his dorm room. You were anxious to check out his music collection.
You were flipping through his boxes of tapes and CDs when he came up behind you.
"This ain't even the half of it. I got more back at home. I didn't wanna bring everything here because I take this shit very serious. If these niggas break or lose anything, it's war." He explained as he walked to his closet and took off his red hoodie and black skully.
"Can I play something?" You asked with your eyes still scanning the CDs.
"Go ahead." Nas responded still facing his closet as he removed his white t-shirt, leaving him in his wife beater and black sweatpants.
You pulled out Keith Sweat's 1996 self-titled album and placed the CD in Nas' little stereo.
'Twisted' immediately started playing. A smile appeared in your face. This was your favourite song off the album.
"I didn't think you would be such a huge R&B fan." You stated as you sat down on his bed.
Nas grabbed one of Anthony's mini basketballs off the ground and started shooting it through the little basketball net that was pinned on the back of the door.
"My parents put me on to all of that. I'm a fan of all types of music." He took one last shot but missed. He waved it off and came to sit next to you.
"So, you still hate me?" He questioned giving you a sly grin.
You chuckled softly, "A little bit." You said jokingly.
Nas smacked his lips. "Stop playin'."
"Who said I was playin'?" Your voice suddenly became sultry with a seductive look on your face to match it.
You had no clue what just came over you in that moment, but about 5 minutes later, Nas had you screaming his name as he gave you the dick you never thought you needed.
"Who's pussy is this?!"
"Shit!"
"I asked you a question!"
"F-fuck! It's yours, Nas!"
Nas kissed your neck and then your lips as you two shared a sloppy kiss before switching positions to where you were now on top of him.
You started riding him. His teeth sank down into his bottom lip as he watched your wet pussy drip all over him.
"Pussy good as fuck, damn." He groaned and palmed your ass cheeks while you bounced up and down.
Nas' cellphone suddenly started ringing but you both ignored it.
"I'm gonna cum, Nas!" You moaned loudly, grinding faster on his stiff member.
"Good girl. Keep going, mamas. Cum all over this shit."
You kept going until you finally released. You leaned down and kissed him passionately before his phone started ringing again.
"The fuck yo." He mumbled and snatched his pants off the floor, taking the phone out of the pocket.
He flipped it open and put it to his ear, laying back as you remained on top of him.
"What?" Nas spoke in the device.
"Yo where the fuck you at?! Anthony's drunk as a mothafucka and we ain't got no way back to the dorm!" One of his boys shouted on the other end.
You smirked as you slowly began riding him again. Nas looked at you, intrigued and half focused on whatever his friend was saying.
"Hello?!"
"Y-yeah, yeah. I'm back at the room but— oh shit." He struggled to maintain his moans as you were determined to make him get his nut.
"You back at your room?! The fuck? Nigga come get yo' stupid, broken tooth ass over here!"
Nas moved the phone away from his ear, breathing heavily while you rode him faster. He was seconds away from cumming.
He quickly put the phone back to his ear, "aight I'm on my way." He said quickly, flipping his phone closed and tossing it on the floor.
"Shit, Y/N." Nas grabbed your hips, shooting all of his seeds into the condom. "Fuck." He breathed heavily as you removed yourself off of his shaft and laid next to him.
Sweat dripped from both of your bodies. A million thoughts were running through your minds. Nothing negative, but more of how good you both currently felt.
You looked over at Nas and he looked back at you. He placed a kiss on your forehead and glanced back into your eyes. "I know fasho' you don't hate me now."