Yoongi X Ebony - Tumblr Posts

A/N: First solo Yoongi fic ^^^^^ (inspo above)

"I swear this is the last time I'm dealing with Ty's ass." Kiki sucked on her strawberry-flavored lollipop. "I'm so sick of these girls running up on me at the salon. Like, I'm tryna be professional and shit."

"I told you to stop messing around with his funky ass."

The two girls were riding around in Kiki's Ford Focus. It was peak summer and the girls had just left the hair salon. Sporting their new micro braids. The sun was getting ready to set from the seven hours they had missed, glamming up their look. They stopped by Ty's place, so Kiki could get her stuff.

"Girl look at this, even got another bitch's car. Thinking I wouldn't be home to see." Entirely determined, Kiki abruptly parked the car, swinging upon her driver's door. Her mini heels stomped up the driveway as she fiddled with her keys at the front door.

For Ty's sake, that car better belong to some distant female relative. Kiki had served time before, allowing for a misdemeanor. But when ticked off, her rationale went out the window.

Ebony flipped up her compact mirror, checking out her makeup. Her eyebrows were thinly arched, lips glossy and purely kissable. All day, she's been getting compliments from neighborhood aunties. Claiming that she looked like the daughter of Nia Long and Megan Good. It would be a lie to say it didn't inflate Ebony's ego.

She was a fine sista, no shame in stating the obvious. Her breasts sat nicely in her tube top, and her pelvic bone was slightly exposed in her waisted jeans. It would be a shame for her not to show the world her beauty. Treasures like that should be shared.

"I'm on your ass now!" Kiki busted open the door, yelling into the home. "Tyrone Curtis Jenkins! Bring your ass down here you cheatin ass nigga! And that tramp!"

Laughing to herself, Ebony knew she was about to have a hilarious story to tell her other girlfriends. Kiki was the crazy hot chick that all the guys loved, that was until they realized how genuinely crazy she is.

"Lil mama."

Ebony didn't hear the voice calling out to her, til he was directly outside her window. Having people walk up on her, when she was alone always made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It didn't help that the man walking up to the car was a man.

"Lil mama. Can I spit at you?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Ebony continued to touch up her edges. If she stayed in this heat for much longer, the grease would trail down her face.

"I've never seen a woman like you before.

"You've never seen a sista before? Feast your eyes upon the one and only." Her hands scaled her body. The cups of her breast almost spilled out of her top. Her cupid's bow was well-defined by the black lip liner. The Jersey accent was strong on Ebony's pronunciation of words.

Confidence was a major turn-on for Yoongi. It meant that you were proud of your authentic self. Yoongi was drawn to the character, in all his past relationships, looks were at the forefront of his decision to talk, date, or even fuck a woman. After being single for over a year, he rearranged his priorities. Luckily the woman before him would check off two boxes simultaneously.

"Can I speak to you properly? Roll your window down, please." Eyeing him, Ebony slowly rolled down the passenger window. She rested her chin on the back of her hand, on the edge of the widow. Her curly hazel looked up at Yoongi. "Speak, papa, say it from your chest."

Ebony loved watching Yoongi fidget under her gaze. It gave her a thrill to flirt with men. It was entertainment for her. A flutter of her eyes and simple eye contact had this man ready to break his tough-guy act. Ebony couldn't help but notice the thick silver Cuban link tucked under his purple hoody.

"You already calling me daddy. I haven't even done anything yet." Yoongi was flushed, pulling at the Cuban link; now it rested on his hoody. He leaned over on the car, his hand a few inches away from her own.

"Cornball."

"But seriously, I just wanted to say how beautiful you are, and I would like to take you out."

"Is that so."

"Only if you allow for it, mama."

Ebony looked the man up and down. Liking what she saw. His cologne was potent yet addictive. A balance of fresh and mint. Ebony wanted to pull the handsome man in for a hug.

"I'll take you up on that offer. Lemme see your hand." Rolling up his sleeve, Yoongi had to bite his lip to hide his excitement. His boys had been talking about Kiki's best friend.

Ebony didn't fuck with scrubs. She had a reputation for dating rich or high-profile men only. Never paying attention to the lowlives that were over-represented in their community. While a lot of these men were friends of Yoongi. He could recognize that he was in a different category than them. Music was his passion, and his hard work was paying off. He had much more wealth to show up, but he was a humble bragger, so he only wore his $70,000 silver Cuban link.

In true Ebony fashion, she wrote the ten digits on the palm of his hand.

"That is only for you. Not any of the homeboys. Got that, papa."

Kiki was storming just as angrily out of the house in perfect timing. Articles of clothing drop out of her hand. Her hips were twitching with each step. Eyes red with fury.

"I'll call you." Yoongi needed no other explanation that now was not the time to keep flirting with Ebony. He's seen that same angry look in Kiki's eyes. She's absolutely insane and didn't want to be a victim to her temper.

"I can't believe him. I really can't believe him." Tears flooded out of the corner of her eyes. She was full-on wailing, hyperventilating, trying to explain what she saw to Ebony.

"Shhh, don't cry babe." Ebony soothed her friend.

"No- I won't let him get me worked up like this. He doesn't deserve these tears. That no good chauvinist."

Hopping right back out of her car. She took off her heel, smashing it into the four-door car in the driveway. Each swing, shards of glass littered the pavement.

"Kiki, what the fuck!" Ty's deep voice rang out as he watched in shock at the destruction unfold. "This bitch is crazy."

"Your mother." She seethed. "Kiss my ass." She flung her shoe at Ty before returning to her car, hauling ass out of Ty's neighborhood.

Constant Bullshit

Pairing: R&B Singer Ebony x Producer Yoongi

Synopsis: Ebony has successfully made her name a household name in the world of R&B. Her disastrous relationships provide more than enough material to roll out several singles. Peep to learn more about the drama that surrounded the release of single, Constant Bullshit.

Ebony resulted back to a bad childhood habit of biting her nails. She watched as she watched the sound engineer hard at work. She's been in the studio longer than she originally planned, and she reserved for longer. Internally grateful another artist hasn't knocked on the door to claim their time.

It's been a little over six months since she posted on Instagram, eight months since she released any music, and two years since her last album. She's been off the grid. Taking her time to heal. Her last relationship delivered the knockout punch, telling her that she needs to sit her ass down somewhere. As her foul-mouthed grandmother would say.

Her last relationship with a B-list rapper had her outside of her character. Chasing down the girls he stepped out of the relationship with. Heavy consumption of alcohol. Sometimes, I was drunk or hungover for several weeks at a time. Lastly, allowing him to disrespect her body. Posting intimate, private images that the world's wandering eye had no business viewing. Strangers gawked at the most intimate parts of herself, leaving distasteful comments without a second thought. Stripping any source of humanity from her, making her a piece of meat for unwanted advances from sexless men. She promised to take a break from relationships and understand how to love herself.

"You're still here," Yoongi announced himself. Baseball cap low over his face, and mask over his lips. He took off his jacket, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Yoongi, how could she have been so oblivious to the man forever in her corner. From being a producer under the record label to being her confidant. Watching Ebony scribble furiously in her lyric book at the many demeaning names she had lined up for all those who mistreated her. Not being judgemental for the times when she was weak, begging her ex to take her back. Apologizing for embarrassing him and overreacting. To speak to her in her love language; music.

Music healed her, transforming her months of bottled-up emotions into rythmic melodies that spoke her peace. She wouldn't have been able to do it without Yoongi. Naturally, feelings developed, but Ebony stuck to her guns, promising that they would go slow, that they would be friends and then lovers, and not try to piece together friendship in the middle of love. She was doing it right this time. She was doing herself right this time.

"Malik, is almost done."

"What track is it?"

"Constant BS."

"If I can add it, it's my favorite." Malik turned around, his silver durag peeking out from his hoody. The compliment put a smile on Ebony's face.

"I just hope my fans like it. It's not like my other projects."

Grasping Ebony's hand, Yoongi squeezed it for reassurance.

"They are gonna love it."

Ebony : constant bullshit out now

And her fans ate it up. One side was extremely hyped that their favorite R&B girly was back. On the other side, the song was perfect. Maybe it was coincidental timing, so many couples broke up before the song came out. Well, now there was a catchy anthem.

A week after Ebony released the song, she took more promotional images for the single. Tomorrow, she will shoot a music video. It's been a minute since she was this busy. Outlets seeking to interview her trying to discuss the song. But Ebony knew it would quickly turn into a conversation about her ex. A conversation she wasn't going to entertain. Especially after the temper tantrum he had a few days after the song's release.

Friday night, there was an R&B festival. Popular old and new R&B tracks were playing. Not even forty-eight hours after the song's release, the event's DJ played it. In a cross-faded rage, Ebony's ex stormed out of the event. Ebony wondered what got under his skin more. The fact that he naively thought he was going to have the last word or the idea that people were enjoying a song that dragged him.

Oh well.

Ebony and Yoongi were cuddled up on Yoongi's king-sized bed, watching several clips of his little tantrum surface on the internet. She was in her get-back era; neither he nor her other exs were safe. She had lists of songs in her arsenal whenever she could release them. She was gonna have the last laugh.

Best believe.

A/N: It's so good to be back 🙂‍↕️