You know, it never really bothered me before but I was getting tired of Nicki calling me her husband and her boyfriend on terms of just joking around because she knew I had feelings for her so in a way I felt like she did that shit on purpose. I mean I knew it wasn’t true because Nicki wasn’t like that but she sure as hell had me thinking it. But, I mean that was the type of relationship we had…that’s why I was able to get over the fact that she was only kidding and we’d never be together or even get married.
I mean, it was my fault anyways, all the joking around, lap dances, fake twitter marriages, titles, forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hugs…fucking best hugs ever, she gave the fucking best hugs ever. Then her eyes, the eyes that could pull me into a stare until she actually looked away smiling…showing her pearly whites, that beautiful smile…then the intellectual side of things…she was so intelligent, she knew what she wanted, she was so passionate about anything she did and didn’t stop until she got it. I loved that shit about her. But back to my point…someone was bound to catch feelings in the mix of all those things right? I guess I was the one who caught those feelings because I was positive she hadn’t not an ounce of feelings for me more than that “brother” title, no matter how many times she called you her boyfriend or husband, Drake you could never have a chance. I told myself that all the time but I don’t know…man.
I hate when I drink too much sometimes…my thoughts always seem to attack me…thoughts I didn’t have access to when I was sober. So there I sat, bottle of Henny on the coffee table and my double cupped Styro ‘OVO Fest’ cup that had been through at least half of the Henny bottle. I took another gulp until the cup was half empty. I then lay back on the couch and thought some more…not like I had a choice they just kept coming. What if Nicki actually did have feelings for me? You know it’s not exactly slim to none. She never told me who she actually had feelings for though I was confident she and Safaree had a thing going on but sometimes I felt I might have a better chance than him. I was so confused…yup that describes my situation perfectly. I was confused. I didn’t know what to think or what the fuck I was even thinking anymore. I’d have a different thought every two seconds. But one thing was for sure I knew that I lo…
My thoughts attempted to drown out the knocking on my dressing room door but it grew louder. So I got up from the couch and made my way to it.
“Who is it?” I said dryly. Probably the people at the venue telling me it was way past my time to go.
“It’s Nicki.” An angelic voice beamed from the other side of the door. Oh great, speak of the devil. I twisted the knob and opened the door. She stood there with her head down and her eyes looking up at me with that cute little pucker thing she does with her lips, for a second I thought she wanted me to kiss her but there I got getting my hopes up because soon enough she strutted through the door. I watched her as she walked around my dressing room for a bit before sitting down. My eyes wandered the backside of her body…my favorite side. She wasn’t wearing pants but her ass still seemed to sit perfectly and tight as fuck too…I mean it still jiggled nicely, I knew from our past 20 second humping sessions on stage at different events. Shit, what am I doing? I locked the door and headed over to the couch and took another sip of my Henny waiting for her to sit down.
She walked over to me taking off her red jacket that matched the red high waisted short things and exposing her bra top I always forgot the name of. Why does she do this shit to me? I looked over her as she laid the jacket down. She had on fishnet type tights with an animal print pattern and thigh high stripper looking boots that must’ve took who ever laced them, fucking ages. Got damn she looked good tonight. I was almost tempted. No stop. I smiled up at her as she sat down on the other end of the couch even though I had another couch on the other side of the coffee table but I wasn’t mad, I was happy she wanted to be close to me.
“What?” She asked laughing and looking at the sight of me gazing up at her…our eyes connected. Why……
“Nothing…what brings you here Ms. Minaj? The show has been over for like 2 hours now.”
“I could ask you something similar…why you still here Drake? And getting drunk while going over the limit time you’re allowed to be in the venue just to do so.”
“I just never left…I told everyone I’d be fine, I started drinking in celebration…then you know me, I got to thinking about a lot of shit you know…and it happened to be on one subject in particular.”
“Really? What was that subject sir?” Nicki asked still in a joking yet concerned tone. I would tell her, I mean I tell her everything else what do I have to lose, you know?
“I was thinking about you…” Her smiled faded and the joking side left and concerned Nicki took over. She seemed confused and longing for me to finish my sentence.
“Nothing bad…I mean unless you consider it bad. I mean I never think or say anything bad about you so it’s not bad. Try and stay with me I’m a little tipsy and a lot of confused. Let me start by asking you this question. Why do you always play around calling me your husband or boyfriend?” She sat for a second still sort of shocked she looked down at the ground making her little weird faces and answered.
“Okay, uh…that’s easy, you know it gets the crowd hype and they love it when we do shit like that. Same reason why you feel the need to hug, kiss or even try to fondle me any time you get on stage.” She did have a point, but not good enough because not only did I do that to get the attention of the crowd and get them hype but I actually had a lot of love for Nicki so those things kind of came natural.
“Ok…but let me finish…Why do you always play around calling me your husband or boyfriend KNOWING, how I feel about you? I mean it’s pretty fucked up Nicki.”
“Drake you know I don’t take anything you say seriously right?” She laughed a little. It kind of hurt, but then she continued. “If you actually have feelings for me you need to show me not tell me, because although I believe you’re a man of your word and you’re amazing…you’re the worst kind of dude.”
“How would you want me to show you I have feelings for you?”
“Like this…” She pulled at her bra strap pulling them off her shoulders but they still sheltered her breast. She bounced them sticking her tongue out, before laughing and standing up.
“You play entirely too much.” She did, and I was done. It was my turn to feel in control of whatever type of relationship we had going on. She always took me for a joke. I pulled her back down onto the couch; well she landed in my lap. I turned her towards me and smacked her ass. She tried pulling away but my grip was too strong. I pushed her down gently onto the couch and hovered over her.
“Say no and I won’t do it.” She sat there, shocked more than anything about to be honest. I was just as shocked as she was, I would’ve went further but I got a grip and remembered that could’ve been considered rape and on top of that it was wrong. I waited a few seconds for something as much as a head shake or a faint no. But she just stared at me. She didn’t say yes either but I was confused. Did Nicki…did Nicki fucking Minaj…IS Onika Maraj…the love of my life suggesting we go through with this? But she DID say she wanted me to show her my love so I guess this is what she meant whether she was joking or not.
I removed her straps of her bra off her shoulders just as she did moments before I unhooked it from the back and looked at her; she still had that look of confusion on her face. So until she said no…I would proceed.
I threw the bra and out popped her perky light skinned breast. The ones that always poured out of her low cut tops…the ones she played with to get people hyped up…the ones that she covered with pasties over the nipples. The breast I would today get the chance to touch…lick and suck. I could feel myself hardening I had to speed this up. I took a breast into my mouth nipping at it gently and then biting at her nipples and sucking them as I left small hickies around her breasts. I worked my way down and almost felt defeated. I reached behind her and found a zipped to unzip her tight red leather high waisted short things. I slid them off lifting her legs into the air and spreading them open as they came down. Another obstacle came about – her tights. I pulled at them gently but really at this point I didn’t care if I ripped them. I eventually got them off and there she sat in a black lace thong hiding what was visible through them…a bald woman hood. Fuck.
I slipped off her thongs and there it was she looked at it then at me then back at it. I went straight to work…see this was my scene. I was amazing at giving head or so I’ve been told. I licked once and I heard a whimper escape her lips the first she actually let out since we began. I didn’t waste any time I sucked on her pussy taking it into my mouth I slid her ass up and her breast were now at her chin I was sitting up now as I pleased Nicki. The whole time I just can’t stop thinking about if this was real life or not. I needed someone to pinch me but by the looks of it Nicki was too far gone to do it for me. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she screamed out and squirted into my mouth signaling she had just cum...and in my mouth. Yes Lawd. I wasn’t finished just yet. I wanted her to feel my member inside her. But fuck I needed a condom. I got up searching the room.
“Drake…” she said sitting on the couch covering herself up. It was cute in a way even though I’ve already seen her.
“Hold up…I just have to find a fucking condom.” I said holding my finger up at her.
“Maybe…maybe we shouldn’t.” Fuck no find a fucking condom Aubrey. I didn’t really plan on getting any action so I left them at home.
“Fuck it, I’ll pull out. I promise.”
“NO! Do you know what would happen to me if you didn’t?” Being the respectful gentleman I am. I respected her wishes. She sat there still shielding herself.
“Nicki…put your clothes back on.” I said throwing her, her bra and tights. She slipped on her tights and stopped.
“Where is my thong?” I didn’t bother really looking for that one because I stuffed it in the couch cushion with no problem…those would be mine.
“I don’t know just put your pants on you’ll be fine.” She did just that and put her bra on as she turned away from me. “Can you give me one of those OVO shirts to wear over this bra I’m chilly.” I threw her a shirt from my bag, I don’t know why she didn’t grab a shirt from her dressing room but it was Nicki…and she wanted to wear my shirt…and I just pleased her, I was feeling fucking amazing. She slipped on her red lace blazer and grabbed her shoes. I walked her to my door and unlocked it. I opened it and she whispered to me.
“I believe you.” Before embracing me and screaming as she scampered down the hallway. “SAFAREE, Clifton got the rest of my shit out the dressing room right?”
Loved me some Nicki.
A banging came from my dressing room door. "You're on in 5 Drake." My stage manager for my 3rd Annual OVO Fest spoke through the door.
"Aight." I shouted. And back to reality I went...
I'm so sooooo sorry I haven't been posting my regular One Shot's for those who actually still care. I'm so wrapped up in school and with my free time I write for my fic "Fall For Your Type" which has a link on the post under this I believe. Anyways. Comments!! And I might be able to continue if you like it.
