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(drake and sza dated back in 2008 for context xx)
"Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for me--"
Sexyy's voice played from the speakers, filling the studio. Drake poured more champagne into the wine glass held between his fingers.
"This the life, ain'it? This what we workin' for," Drake said, raising the glass. He took a sip before placing it on the black marble coffee table in front of him as he sunk back into the couch.
"Mhm. I remember when all I had was my car, back in '08." SZA, or, Solana, smiled, leaning her head back against the soundproof-padded wall of the studio as she exhaled a puff of smoke.
"And the car wasn't even yours," Drake looked over at her. "Thought you stopped smoking."
"It's a celebration. It's fine." She replied, rolling her eyes, "Got veneers, so I don't gotta worry about that weed teeth." Drake nodded, turning to look ahead at the empty recording booth behind the glass.
Drake lifted the glass, "To Rich Baby Daddy!" She grinned.
"We got a hit." Solana smiled toothily.
She had a pretty smile, a gorgeous smile, with those pearly white teeth and plump lips. She had the kind of smile that made people google her name just to see her smile. Who could blame them? She had long, black hair. Curly, springy, and shiny. Kinda hair you'd have to try real hard not to run your fingers through. It fell over her shoulders, and down her body. Shit, he hadn't even thought about that body yet. But '08 was a while ago.
It took Aubrey a second to shake the thought from his head. He blinked a few times, taking a sip from his champagne glass. The silence in the room alongside the tension between the two made the situation all the more awkward. Jesus, when was Sexyy coming to liven up the mood. The thought of '08 came back to him, almost fifteen years ago, when Solana was still young, and her career had barely started, he just released his first mixtape: So Far Gone. They were young, stupid, and still miles away from the spotlight.
The silence continued for a few more seconds, but it felt like hours to him.
"You remember '08?" Drake turned back to Solana, who was already staring back at him.
"I do." She responded, smiling as if she had caught onto something.
"We had fun, didn't we?" Drake asked, and she laughed, throwing her head back and covering her mouth. Damn, even her laugh was pretty.
"That was a long ass time ago." He put his hands over his shoulders as he leaned back, still turned towards Solana. "I'on even know what we were back then."
"What are we now?" She answered the moment he stopped talking. He had a smile on his face as he stared back at her. He couldnX't think of a response, and he was sure she could tell.
"And here I thought you moved on." He chuckled after a short pause.
"Move on? Nah, baby." She took another hit from her blunt, playing with it between her index and middle finger. "You were too good to get over."
"Yeah?" A giddy smirk grew on Drake's face. "How good?"
Solana looked back at him. There was a faint look of desire etched into her perfect face.
"Remember how we used to do it? Remember how you used to make me feel?" Her words were barely a whisper, and Drake nodded slowly.
"Yeah." He whispered back. His eyes dropped down, from her face, down her neck, and to her cleavage. "I remember."
"And do you remember how you'd always make me wait, baby?" Her voice was a little louder, more confident. "You'd tease me, play with me, get me all hot and bothered. You remember?"
"I remember." His voice was low. He was nodding, eyes fixated on her body, her curves. He wanted to run his hands up and down her waist, cup her breasts in his hands, squeeze that fat ass, and kiss her. Fuck, he wanted to kiss her.
"What was the thing you loved to do the most, Aubrey?" She leaned in, and he did the same.
"Kiss you," He answered, and they both paused.
They were close, close enough to smell the champagne and weed on each other's breaths. Close enough to hear each other's heartbeats. Drake's gaze flicked from her lips, up to her eyes, and down to her lips again.
"Can I kiss you?" His words were a hoarse whisper, and Solana grinned.
"I'm not stopping you, baby."
Their lips crashed against each other's. Their tongues met, and the mixed, bittersweet taste of champagne and weedoverwhelmed their senses. They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, like they were making up for all the years they'd lost. It was messy, a moment of passion and desperation and lust, a moment that didn't need any words.
Drake's hands ran down Solana's body, and he pulled her in closer. One hand slipped under her skirt, and he grabbed a handful of her thigh, his fingers digging into her skin. She crawled onto Drake's lap, straddling over his legs as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder.
"You still taste the same," Drake uttered through kisses.
"I bet you still taste the same, too."
He moved his head, trailing kisses from her lips, down her chin, and to her neck. He kissed her collarbones, and moved down to her chest. He planted kisses on her cleavage, pulling her body closer to him.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Drake breathed out.
"Take it off," She instructed, panting heavily.
Drake grabbed the hem of her top, a loose fitting polyester top lined with gold and blue at the seams, and pulled it up over her head. Her breasts were pushed together by a white lace bra. He kissed the exposed skin, and Solana bit her bottom lip as she tugged at Drake's leather jacket.
He took the hint, and peeled the jacket off. He tossed it next to them on the couch, and his white shirt came off next. Solana ran her fingers across his bare chest, trailing along the wings of the overarching eagle tattoo on his muscled chest, that wasn't there in '08. He had the kind of body that could make someone fall to their knees, and beg for forgiveness.
Drake's lips pressed against the curve of Solana's neck as he undid the buckle of his pants. She glanced down, looking over her breasts held in the white lace bra as she watched Drake fumble to pull down his jeans and boxers. The shape of his cock was already defined under the thick denim jeans, and just thinking about it made her breath hitch.
"God." She snickered, sliding off his lap and onto the expensive-looking white fur rug carpeting the floor, "Needier than ever."
Finally, he was free from the oppressive restraints of the thick denim jeans and satin boxers. His cock stood proudly, long, and thick, with a pink head already glistening with pre-cum. Drake had never been one to shy away from compliments, and the sight of his dick brought a smug grin to his face, and Solana's face lighting up only made that grin grow.
"I know you missed this," Drake uttered.
"Damn right." She bit her lip, smirking as a hand went out to grab it. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of his dick, wide in width, and long in length, just like how she left it. Her fingers, bright rhinestones and small jewels decorating her nails, slowly began stroking it up and down. Her thumb rolled over the pink head, and her movements quickened, and she pumped faster.
Solana looked up at Drake, watching as he leaned back and bit his lip, his eyes closed as her hands moved faster and faster, her hand rubbing up and down his hard shaft. Her grip tightened around him, and she could feel the pulse of his veins in his cock. She licked her lips, and enveloped the tip of his cock with her warm, wet mouth. Her plump lips wrapped around his head, sucking hard as she continued jerking his shaft, the movement of her hand only becoming faster.
"S'good." Drake let out a sigh of pleasure, and the corner of Solana's lips tugged upwards into a half-smile, her mouth still around his head. He planted a sprawled out hand atop Solana's head, feeling her silky curls as he pushed her head further down. His cock pushed past her lips, and into the warmth of her mouth, and his eyes fluttered open to watch the rest of his shaft disappear into her throat.
She moaned softly, his fat cock sliding further down her mouth as Drake slowly pushed her head down. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and his grip tightened, keeping her head in place as he began moving his hips, thrusting his dick into her mouth. Solana's eyes closed shut, and she moaned again, her lips wrapping tighter around his thick, meaty shaft. Her nose pressed against the base of Drake's cock, and he grunted, feeling the wetness and warmth of her throat.
He moved her head up and down, and his hips kept thrusting, fucking her mouth. His movements were slow, and the head of his dick hit the back of her throat every time he thrusted, his balls slapped against her chin as he continued thrusting into her throat.
Solana opened her eyes, and she looked up at Drake. She watched as his jaw clenched, and his head tilted backwards. He bit his lip, and his breathing was heavy, the thrusting of his hips became slower, and deeper, and harder. She moaned, and her mouth and throat were filled with the salty taste of pre-cum and her own saliva.
Drake grunted loudly, and he grabbed her hair again, pulling it towards him as he hips jerked. His dick pulsated inside of her mouth, and his a spurt of white, sticky cum spewed out from his tip. Solana kept her lips tight around his shaft, forcing herself to swallow every last drop. Salty, thick, and creamy, the taste lingered on her tongue as she pulled her head away, a string of saliva or cum bridging between her mouth and his tip. She took a deep breath and licked her lips.
"God, you're still a great fuck." Drake smirked, looking down at Solana, still kneeling on the floor. She smiled, and stood up. Her breasts bounced lightly, and she undid the belt of her skirt. The soft, cotton fabric slid off her hips, and Drake watched her take it off.
"You want this pussy, Aubrey?" She smirked, climbing back onto his lap again. Her hands grabbed his shoulder, and she leaned in, her plump, round tits pressing against his muscular chest. Her lips brushed against his, and he nodded. "Say it," She whispered.
"I want it." He uttered.
"I didn't hear that, baby." She snickered, her hand grabbing the base of his cock and positioning it.
"I want.." He had to take a quick breather, gazing into her soft, black eyes. "I want it so fuckin' bad, baby, please."
"That's my boy." She smiled, and kissed his cheek. "Always knew how to beg."
She pushed herself down, her pussy lips spread around his cock as she forced him inside. The sudden entry got a moan out of the both of them. Her pussy was tight, warm walls clenching around Drake's dick. Solana began bouncing up and down, and her breasts swayed with her movements, the rhythmic slapping of her ass against his thighs filling the room.
"Oh, fuck, you're tight." He growled, and his hands grabbed her hips.
She grinned, her fingers digging into his shoulder as she rode his dick. She grabbed onto his shoulders, letting her head fall back as she moaned out, muffling her sounds by biting her lip. She bounced, her hips moving in circles, grinding against his cock as her ass slapped against his thighs.
Drake swooped his arms under her ass, gripping her cheeks tightly as he lifted her up, keeping her stable in his hands. He crashed her against the walls, the soundproof padding absorbing the impact. Drake pressed their bodies closer, trapping Solana between the walls and his hulking body, holding her legs apart as she's held elevated off the ground. He thrusted relentlessly into her, bouncing her up and down on his cock as he pounded her mercilessly, his hips moving fast and hard.
"fuh- fuckk~! FUCK~!" She cried out, eyes gone wild as she felt her pussy clench and reshaping around his fat cock, the walls of her cunt squeezing tight around him, the muscles contracting and milking his dick.
"Fuck, baby.. BBL really paid off, ainn'it?" He snickered, planting his lips onto her bare neck and kissing hard.
"A-ah, fuck- Aubrey, fuck- I'm cumming.. Fuck, oh god-"
"Yeah?" He growled, slamming his hips harder into her.
"Aubrey, god- fuck me- Aubrey-!!" She cried out, her voice echoing throughout the room. Her moans grew louder, her legs wrapped around his waist, and she screamed his name as she came.
"Fucking shit-!"
Her pussy convulsed and squirted, and Drake's thrusting became harder and faster, desperate to finish. Solana's pussy clamped down on him, and she screamed out again, her leg's grip around Drake's muscled waist became tighter, her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth agape as another orgasm ripped through her body.
"Shit, shit, I'm gonna-" Drake panted, biting his lip as his thrusts slowed.
"Aubrey.. Fuck, baby.. Cum inside me, please- fuck me-"
His thrusts quickened, this time at a sloppier pace before one final pump. He slammed his dick deep into Solana's body, releasing a hot spurt of cum into her pussy.
"..ffFUCK~!" She moaned out burying her flushed face against Drake's shoulder, panting like a dog as he put her down on the rug on her knees.
"Hey." Drake said, his voice tired and deep as Solana looked up. He jerked her head back with a tug of the hair as he positioned the head of his dick to Solana's face.
With a strained, long lasting moan, one last heavy spurt of thick, salty, white cum spewed out from his dick, painting her face white as she licked her lips.
Solana collapsed onto the rug, and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was drenched with sweat and nut, and her eyes were glossy. She felt the sticky white fluid trickle down her face to her body and to the rug.
He collapsed onto the rug, next to Solana as he slid his phone off the black marble coffee table, "Sexyy says she's five minutes away."
"That's okay." Solana sighed, rolling over and crawling into his arms. He put his arm around her, pulling her in close as they basked in their afterglow.
"You think this'll go public?" She turned to Drake.
"Not unless I need more album promo."
"Oh, fuck off."
sexyy + sza + drake part 2??