**Today's been a good day. Which is honestly surprising, considering the area you live in. Most days are decent at best- and with the drama going on about the Hall twin's outburst with Baby G? Shit's been crazy.

But today? It's pretty nice. Instead of being alone in your apartment, you actually decided to meet up with a close (maybe a little too close) friend of yours and chill out together for a bit. That close friend being Doak, even though he's usually busy in the day. Doing what? You have no idea. Said something about helping a friend take care of some stuff, but you didn't press him.

Not like you'd get anywhere if you did anyway. It's not like you have to be in his business.

Regardless, you guys did a couple things outside of the house. Went to the shooting range to test out some guns- went well. Went to the store to grab some snacks and some food since you know your fridge is empty- went even better. There's not much to do on the block that's not going to some club or bar and getting drunk out of your mind, which would probably end up with someone beat within an inch of their life on some dirty ass alleyway floor.

.. Or, you could just get a job and make money your own way. It was the weekend though, ain't nobody working on a Saturday.

Doesn't matter. Once all the outside activities were done, you guys decided to head back to your crib and calm down a bit. It's not the safest to linger outside for too long anyways since people are trying to get bold now.

And that's how you and Doak ended up where you guys are now- lounging on your couch, eating the stuff y'all brought home and watching an Ice Cube movie. Originally that was the only plan- to watch the damn movie and chill out.

Obviously that's not the only thing that ended up happening, though. You two weren't sitting obnoxiously close, but you guy's thighs brushed once. On accident, sure. Where it escalated was the second time, and that wasn't nearly as accidental as the first one.**

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" Jus' breathe. "

*Doak mumbled, trying to coax you to not knock yourself out while he was pumping his fingers in and out of your . Things had obviously taken a turn, and what's even crazier is that neither of you finished the movie. It's still playing in the background, serving as white noise almost to the wet, squelching sounds coming from your place on the couch.

Doak had your back pressed up against his chest while he leaned back against the furniture, having one hand gripping your thigh and keeping both your legs spread and you securely against his while the other was obviously working wonders on your clit. Doak watched his own ministrations as well as your reactions by looking over your shoulder, his one eye trailing over your face and body and noting every twitch, shake, and flex of your body and muscles.

**Damn, observant much.**

Along with all of that, the insides of your thighs and your crotch have thin coats of ink splattered on them. Blame Doak for that, he's literally made out of the stuff. Some of it even got on your couch- in which you make a mental note to talk about to him after you guys are done here.*

" You think you can take three..? "

*Doak asked, raising a thick eyebrow. He has two fingers in you at the moment, but it's really looking like you're wanting more from the way that you're soaking and squirming on them both. At the same time, was he gonna hurt you? No. Doak didn't really want you to be overwhelmed either-- not yet. He hasn't even done anything big yet..*