One Shots

new years | quavo

New Years. The start of the new year, a day where everyone claims to be starting over and changing for the better. Same shit, just a different year, and in this case, a different decade.

You weren't in the spirit at all. The only thing that made you care about it was the fact that it was your birthday. And you still weren't even in the mood for that.

You checked the clock. It was 10 o'clock, going on 11. It was almost New Years, and you and Qua were supposed to be going downtown to watch the fireworks and see the ball drop, but you would definitely rather watch Disney+ in your room while eating rotel.

You turned on some music, Pink Sweat$ to clarify, and started getting ready.

First, you did your makeup since that took you the longest. You already knew what you were gonna wear. Your Versace shirt with your shiny leather pants and your lace up heels. You didn't like New Years, but you loved to get dressed up.

You quickly curled your hair and took a few pictures before checking the time. 10:27. Great timing.

You grabbed your purse and got in your red Ford Fusion and drove to Qua's house. It was only a 15 minute drive from your apartment complex but since it was almost the New Year, traffic was insane. A 15 minute drive turned to 37. Making you get to his place at 11:04.

You parked in his driveway and walked inside the house, very comfy yet modern. He designed it himself, and you loved it.

You walked upstairs and saw him in the mirror getting ready. He was putting on all his rings and chains. He made sure no one ever saw him without them.

"What up mane." He got away from the mirror and engulfed you in a hug. He was extra fresh and he smelled amazing. This fool was too excited about his birthday. Jug head ass.

"Hey baby." You sat in his lap while he was still sitting in front of the mirror. You slowly stated grinding on him and throwing it back, making him catch it. He took his vision off the mirror and looked at your ass, biting his lip.

"Mane you just tryna stay here. Get yo fine ass up so we can go." You giggled and did as he said. He was right but you didn't want to be selfish by trying to stay at his place because it was his birthday, not yours.

"But pleaseeeeee baby." You pouted. You didn't have a problem with going out but it be so many people, especially since it's about to be New Years and your boyfriend is one of the biggest rappers in America.

"Girl come on. I got sum for you anyway."

You grabbed your purse and he led you out the door and to his garage. He decided to pick his black Tesla Roadster. You already knew what was gonna go down.

"After you." He opened the car door for you then closed it once you had your seatbelt on. He got in on his side and exited the garage before getting on the highway.

He turned on the self drive option and looked over at you, biting his lip. He kissed you with passion while rubbing your thigh. You regretted not putting on your skirt now. You went to unbutton your pants but he chuckled.

"Dang princess, what's the rush? We got all night baby." He kissed your neck one time before everting his eyes back on the road. You two had made it downtown and found a parking spot at 11:48.

Now the hard part, trying to find a spot close enough to the fireworks and ball dropping before 12. Quavo made a few calls and just like that, you two were front and center, close enough to see the ball and the timer.

Everyone kept swarming you two, mostly Qua. You had gotten used to it since you're the girlfriend of a famous rapper, but it got old quick.

He wrapped his arm around your waist before kissing your cheek. You loved when he did that. It made you feel reassurance, something you can never have too much of.

You took a glance up at the timer, it read 11:57. You felt Qua's arm move from your waist but you figured it was from him taking a picture with a fan.

You yawned and began to play a Crossy Road on your phone. You looked up and saw everyone's flashlights and cameras on you and furrowed your eyebrows.

You looked to Qua who was down on one knee. Your eyes widened, making your eyebrows go up. You know this nigga ain't finna propose to you. But the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

This nigga loved being the center of attention. Whether it be on a regular day or the first day of the year.

"So with all that being said, will you make me the happiest young rich nigga in the world by marrying me?" He opened the box. It had to be at least 17 karats in that thing.

You realized you had tuned out his whole monologue while you were thinking. You heard the crowd in front and behind you counting down, eyes still on you two.

"Yes." You nodded quickly. He slid the ring on your finger, weighing it down significantly before kissing you as fireworks exploded.

"Happy birthday baby. And happy New Years. Now let's go so I can give you sum." You whispered in his ear while grabbing his dick through his jeans.