One Shot: Take it to the House....

I was a tad bored & decided to give this little fic thing a go. I don’t know where I’m going with this so…yah. Read. :D

            Nicki had just finished shooting the Take it to the Head video with Khaled some of her other YMCMB fam along with Chris Brown & Rozay. She hadn’t seen a lot of them in a while. So she wanted to spend a little time with them before leaving. Before that, Nicki went to her dressing room to undress and put on something comfy to chill in before she headed home. I knock at her door startled her as she slipped off her tiny size five boots. It was Drake who came unannounced. Nicki opened the door. They shared a long embrace while Drake sniffed her Chloe perfume through his nostrils. Nicki escorted him over to the couch in her dressing room & allowed him to sit.

“Hey Drizzy” said Nicki with a smirk.

“Hey Nic, good seeing you” added Drake.

“I know you don’t know how to keep in touch with nobody!” said Nicki.

“A phone works both ways baby” added Drake.

“Whatever Drizzy” smiled Nicki in her Martha accent as she continued undressing.

 Drake and she were like brother and sister to Nicki. Not enough to obviously full undress in front of him because at the end of the day they weren’t really brothers and sisters. Nicki stripped to her undershirt & threw a blanket over Drake’s head.

“NO peeking!” shouted Nicki but quietly.

“Girl, you know me better than that.”

Drake was a gentleman but missing a chance to see Nicki Minaj half-naked? Drake debated his move. Nicki on the other hand was now clad in bra and thong trying to find where she put her bag with her change of clothes in. Drake took the chance & peeked out of the pink blanket thrown over his head. Nicki quickly turned around oblivious to the fact that Drake saw a little something. She continued looking until she found her bag under the mirror station.

“YES!” said Nicki in victory.

Nicki began pulling her hoodie over her head when it got stuck on her earing. She needed help but she didn’t want Drake to see her in her underwear. She had no choice she gave in.

“Drake, come here please?” asked Nicki.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna know where the hell I’m going with this blanket on my head Nic” sassed Drake.

“Fine nigga, take the blanket off & don’t stare just pull this hoodie down over my head please” asked Nicki.

“Of course” agreed Drake with a smirk that Nicki obviously couldn’t see.

“Thank you” said Nicki fixing her shirt.

Nicki looked up to find Drake starring at her.

“Nigga what are you looking at?” laughed Nicki.

“Oh, nothing…” replied Drake.

Taking a brave move, Drake taped Nicki on the ass and ran back to the couch & plopping down on it head first.

“You got some nerve Aubrey!” said Nicki.

She wasn’t upset though. She and Drake always played around like that. Nicki finished dressing and took a seat in her chair at her mirror and put her black lacefront wig into a bun. Reapplying some of her M.A.C. lipstick the Viva Glam shade and hopping down from the chair.

“Ready to go Drizzy? It’s been about 30minutes. Someone will think something is up” said Nicki.

“We good, no one even knows I’m back here. I said I was going to my car to make a call” reassured Drake.

“Well what do you just wanna sit here and stare at each other?” asked Nicki.

“Well, I could stare at your gorgeous face all day” charmed Drake.

“Shutup, Drake.” said Nicki chucking her shirt at his head.

“Can I keep this?” laughed Drake.

“But nah, let’s catch up without being in the mix of the others” said Drake.

“Like what?” said Nicki.

“How’s everything, you just put an album out & spent a week in the UK & didn’t even come by to talk to your boy Drizzy” pouted Drake.

“Everything is great, the album is great, and I have faith in the album & so do TM & the other barbz. The UK gave me absolute life, I love them. Even though I almost got bum rushed and attacked I say it was a successful trip” said Nicki in a UK accent.

Drake chuckled at this then began, “That’s great Nic, I’m glad everything is working out for you. The album is amazing by the way even the dance records. I went and got a couple copies…”

“Well thank you Drizzy, support from the team is always a plus” added Nicki with a dimple shrug.

“So what’s going on with you? How was the overseas tour?” asked Nicki.

“It was great; I had a lot of energy. I fell at a show, but it’s all good.” said Drake.

Nicki’s blackberry rang. It was Safaree.

Nicki: Hey Faree

SB: Hey Nic, everyone’s leaving the glam squad is heading to the car want me to come get you?

Nicki: No, I’m chatting with Drizzy. I’ll be out soon.

SB: Okay, see you out there.

“You leaving me so soon Nic?” pouted Drake

“Aw, Drizzy” said Nicki while pecking his cheek.

“You live out here now, don’t you?” asked Nicki.

“Yes, Nic, I’ve told you that already.” chuckled Drake.

“Well I’m not going anywhere until the tour kicks off except rehearsals, we’ll get together again” said Nicki.

“Well, who says I will see you before the tour?” asked Drake

“I don’t know” said Nicki.

“Stay with me tonight! Keep me company.” suggested Drake

Nicki began to think over the decision. She didn’t have anything to do the next morning and she really did miss Drake’s presence & she needed to see his new house that’s so talked about.

“Okay.” stated Nicki simply.

“So, you’ll stay?” asked Drake.

“YES Drizzy, I’ll stay” said Nicki.

“Well, if you don’t wanna sleep with me – mind you it’s a big house, I have other rooms” said Drake.

“You might be pushing your luck, but since I’m a wuss. I’ll sleep with you, isn’t your bed like huge anyways?” asked Nicki.

“Something like that” winked Drake.

Nicki smirked & the pair walked out of Nicki’s dressing room, Drake holding Nicki’s belongings for her as they walked out to Nicki’s car.

“Safaree, I’m gonna stay at Drake’s tonight, he talked me into it” said Nicki smiling at Drake.

“Okay Nic.” said Safaree

“Bye Joyce! Bye Gab! Bye Tee!” shouted Nicki to her glam squad.

The others from the video were already gone so Nicki thanked Khaled via twitter when she was sitting in Drake’s car waiting for him to load her things into the trunk.

“Peace fam.” shouted Drake to SB.

Safaree replied with an YM hand symbol and a grin.

“Peace Drake.” said Safaree climbing into Nicki’s car. He had to drive it home since Nicki would be at Drake’s.

Nicki iMessaged SB:

Nicki: You better be careful with my shit. I just got that Bugatti ugly.

SB: You never let a coon be great Nicki, wasn’t nobody gonna crash your car.

Nicki: Yeah but you was prolly gonna take it out for a drive, you ain’t slick! :p

SB: You right, and if I do you wouldn’t know.

Nicki: I would know because I know exactly how everything was left. Bye! *insert peace emoji*

SB: Bye Consuela.

Being best friends Nicki and SB also had a very playful relationship. Nicki liked to take control in front everyone else though. Nicki had forgotten she was in the presence of Drake so she put her phones down and starred at him until she got a response.

“What are you starring at Nicki?” said Drake with a chuckle.

“You” said Nicki stroking his beard. Nicki loved Drake with his curly hair and facial hair it made him look like a sexy man. Drake grabbed Nicki’s hand in one swift motion and kissed it never taking his eyes off the road.

“Aw, you’re cute” laughed Nicki.

She removed her hand from his grasp and started making beats on the windows of his car.

“So you’re giving my car the beats like a new producer?” said Drake quoting an old song of Nicki’s.

“Whoaaaaah, whatchu know about that Drizzy!?” asked Nicki.

“Hush Nic, you know I’m a big fan” laughed Drake.

They couple soon reached Drake’s door step. Nicki was too busy gazing up at the house to notice Drake had the door opened. Nicki looked at her phone the clock read: 10:00 pm.

“Hungry? Thirsty?” asked Drake.

“Nah, I’m good, sleepy. I need something to change into, I can’t sleep in leggings and a hoodie” said Nicki.

“I can do that follow me” said Drake guiding Nicki up the steps it was pitch dark so Nicki latched onto Drake for some sort of protection. They reached the master bedroom.

“I’ll give you a full tour tomorrow before you head out” said Drake.

“Sounds good honey pie” said Nicki walking to Drake’s dresser looking for a shirt. Drake just sat and watched he didn’t mind.

“Can I wear this one?” asked Nicki holding up an OVO tee with the signature owl on it.

“Of course, I’ll go so you can get change” said Drake.

“Okay, I’ll be done quickly” replied Nicki.

Nicki was soon dressed in Drake’s tee her thong & no bra. Drake walked back into the room figuring Nicki was dressed and she was. He quickly spotted Nicki’s cheetah print VS bra lying on his bed. He picked it up.

“Forgetting something Ms. Minaj?” asked Drake holding up her bra.

Nicki smiled. “I don’t wear bras to bed, sorry sir” said Nicki.

“Where’s your thong, you don’t wear those either do you?” said an anxious Drake.

“Down boy, I have to wear a thong to bed. A thong and only a thong.” replied Nicki.

Drake just smiled and shrugged and began stripping down to his boxers. Nicki was busy admiring his new toned abs. Drake had no problem changing in front of Nicki. He pulled out another shirt and tossed it over his head then climbed into bed & gestured for Nicki to come over and cuddle in with him. She did as she was suggested and Drake clapped and his TV rose up from the stand in front of the bed. Nicki cuddled into Drake and they watched TV until they dosed off.

Did you like it? I’ve never done this before but I read an awful lot of fics, I might continue this and make it something if people actually like it. Read the next post for more detail. This took me a while, so I dunno. Comment please! If you like it I'll continue it...


Drake's actual house:
Pool, Bedroom, Wine Cellar.