inspired by “Girl You Loud” by Chris Brown and Tyga

The heavy humidity of the bayou night wrapped around the house like a secret whispered by the moss-draped trees. Isaac leaned against the doorway, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his jaw, eyes burning with that familiar heat you’d come to recognize that slow, dangerous kind of fire. You stepped closer, the soft rustle of the trees mixing with the beat of your racing heart. The air between you thickened with unspoken promises.

Isaac’s voice dropped low, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “I’ma lick it up,” he murmured, his gaze tracing the curve of your neck, “Girl gon’ play with it…” Your breath hitched as he reached out, fingers gentle but sure, exploring the line of your collarbone. The world outside the bayou faded, nothing else mattered but this moment.

“All night,” he whispered, his touch growing bolder, his hands mapping every inch he could reach, “Taste so good, I put my face in it…” Your skin tingled where his lips brushed a path along your shoulder, his breath warm, steady. You tried to pull back a playful escape but his hands held you close, grounding you.

“Now you runnin’…” he teased, voice low and rough, “But I told you, stay with it.” There was nowhere else to go, no safer place than right here with Isaac, where the night held you tight, and every touch promised something fierce, something unforgettable.