The faint sound of a screech awoke the pretty girl napping on the ground. She lay in front of her TV hslf asleep when she was scared awake. Small almond eyes darted around the room, searching for what screeched in an ugly voice. Sounds of moaning came from the porn she watched. The room was covered in a dim red light, shining deliciously on her dark brown skin. She itched at her pink bonnet
Kamaria fell asleep while masturbating, of course after a hard day of work. This happened often, because she was a horny sleeper. The man on the screen was bending down to suck another mans cock, while a girl pegged him from behind. How could she fall asleep watching this sexy porno? She was unsure of the time she fell asleep and how much time passed.
Wetting her dry mouth with saliva Kamaria sat up. Not knowing if she continued she continued to watch the tv screen. Yawning she stretched herself a little, turning to the left then to the right. Through the corner of her eye she noticed a man, just standing there looking really creepy. Reflexively she blinked her weary eyes then wiped the tears from her eyes. The man stood there still as a board. In the red light she could see what he wore and yeah he didn't look sane. Doing what any sane person would do in her situation.
Kamaria reached under her pillow quickly, from under the pillow she pulled a handgun. Before the creep could say anything to passive the girl she shot at him. The handgun was loaded, you can never be to sure when the opportunity to murder an intruder came.
"Ahhhh." Gojo said, a smile taking its hold on his face. "I saved your life and this is how you are repaying me?"
Gojo blocked all the bullets, by standing there. He was so overpowered that he did not react to any of the bullets coming towards her. The man still smirked at her, posture cocky as he waited for Kamaria to be done with what she was doing.
"Dying for presumably saving me in my house sounds like an acceptable way to thank you." Kamaria stalled, unable to fully grasp at what was currently happening. Years of being a weirdo made her sense of danger a little lower than the average human. Seeing as the gun was incapable of harming her. Kamaria pulled another gun from under her pillow. With no reason to hesitate she once again shot at the intruder who chuckled lowly at her.
"Wait..." Gojo called out, moving back to lean against the wall. His calm demeanor infuriated the dark skin girl who is doing her best to murder him. The tv was still showcasing the hardcore porno. Honestly this would be really fun if the intruder was partner and thy were doing some kinky sex, however it was a psycho who needed to die.
"I have no more words to share with an intruding murderer."
It was horrible to see the bullets not reach him, less than a minute of firing rounds after rounds. Kamaria could feel an intense sense of fear take over her. In what normal people called panic she threw her shotgun at him. The gun was thrown as hard as she could, but didn't reach him. Gojo looked down, chuckling at her weak attempt to harm him.
"Look, I am sorry for barging into your room like a common thief, but I had to. There was something I was chasing and they entered your room. Look, shooting at me was a reasonable response, however you hurt my feelings." Gojo said calmly , walking confidently to the girl. "You should thank me for saving you from this thing."
"What you are doing in my house is not important." Kamaria said sternly, her ways carried absolute authority. "You are still trespassing in MY HOUSE."
"Come now, do you think I would do anything to harm you?" Gojo said, a little troubled by the fact she wasn't calming down. Still he smiled, shaking his head at her hysteria. The grey haired man stepped back to lean back on the fireplace.
"You dress like the insane, act like the insane soooo..." Kamaria said, examining his whole body. " Putting two and two together I should kill you.
"Again, You can trust me." Gojo said coolly, removing the headband from his eyes. Blue eyes sparkled in the red light, well it was a tender look on his face.
"Am I supposed to fall on my knees in awe from seeing your beautiful eyes? You are still a creep, one with fake eyes at that."
"Listen, it's looks bad but trust me."
"You are still in my house." Kamaria spoke calmly, standing up to reveal that she was not wearing anything. She had her hair braided in thick short locs, reaching her shoulder. Her eyebrows moved a little to glance at Gojo. "So ask yourself how I could trust you."
"Okay, I now see how this could be seen as weird." Gojo looked away, feeling absolutely disgusted at his behavior. The sight of her dark onyx gem naked body stirred a feeling of shame in him. Yes, he was superior to others, but in the end he wasn't a perverted freak.
"Give me your ID, now." Kamaria demanded with an outstretched hand. If he was someone who saved her, then she should be able to report him for bad conduct. It was only right for giving her an unneeded scare.
"Are you going to report me?" Gojo reached into his right pocket, pulling out his wallet. "Here."
"Hmm..." Kamaria shrugged making her way to his side. Standing right in front of him, Gojo could see her perky breast look delicously pump. Kamaria took the ID, while keeping eye contact with him.
"The bureau won't be happy with me if you do." Gojo admitted reluctantly, "Well they never are."
"Gojo Satoru...we are the same age." She noted after reading the ID.
"You can now believe I am not a creep."
"Ssshhh..." Kamaria faintly shushed him. With small steps she walked closer to him. "I won't report you, if you do me a solid favor. Are you willing, trespasser? "
"Sure." The Gojo nodded.
"Good, when we meet again I will tell you what I want of you." Kamaria walked towards a table, there she wrote something on a piece of paper. "For now I'll keep your ID as a reason for you to return."
"Is that your number?" Gojo smirked, actually enjoying this strange encounter. "Am I not creepy?"
"Till now you haven't murdered me, so I'll give the benefit of doubt and flirt a little with you. In the process I could also find out why you withstood gunfire."
"I'll call if I am free from saving humans." Gojo said in a smirk, winking at the young girl.
"Do what you must." Kamaria rolled her eyes. A pause was left in the air, again the sounds of two woman orgasming loudly penetrated awkward aura.
"Till we meet again, uhh." Gojo narrowed his sparkling blue orbs on her.
"Kamaria, that's my name." She said mulishly, . "Yes, until we meet again Gojo Satoru."
Like that Gojo finally disappeared, leaving the naked lady alone in the room with her thoughts. The woman stood there, wondering if he would really call back.
A few days had passed when she suddenly got a message during a warm day. It was a particularly warm Wednesday, frustrating sounds of cicadas singing their love song could be heard for hours. Kamaria sat on her balcony painting erotica for a client. Not being interested in waiting she wiped her paint covered hands ion her dress. Quickly she opened the message.
"Gojo. I am going to be at Café Yun at 6." The message was simple, straight to the point. A smile crept it's way on her face. Good, he wanted to meet her. And now she needed to get ready for her little date.
There was no reason to respond to such a curt text message. The only reason she even gave him a response was because she wanted to know more of him. After replying she set off to get ready. There was an hour left before they could meet, so she cleaned her painting supplies then went to shower.
"You arrived, wearing clothes." Gojo said, as Kamaria walked to sit in front of him. He like what he saw so his words were said seductively. Kamaria wore a pink blouse with matching black jeans. Gojo was completely enjoying the nice view of the girl in front of him.
"When I break into your house I'll do it naked. You might enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Kamaria took her seat opposite of him. Looking at the table she saw orange juice and wine on her side of the table. "Did you order for me?"
"Damn, straight." He leaned forward, placing his head in his palm so he could lock eyes on the same eye level. "I enjoy seeing you dressed too."
"I see." Kamaria had often heard she was pretty, so there came no strong reaction to his words. However she did enjoy the way he compliments her compared to others. The pretty onyx colored girl twirled her black locs. "I came to impress you, so I could get answers."
"Come now, we don't need to dive deep yet." Gojo stressed the word in an effort to get her off his back. Seeing her dark brown eyes flashed with a little fire. "First let's enjoy a healthy conversation about a common topic."
"Blue eyes white dragon..." Kamaria whispered inaudible, taking a sip of the cherry wine Gojo ordered for her. "Gojo, I don't think healthy will ever fit in 'this'."
Kamaria put an emphasis on the word this. There was no reason to just put a label on their weird encounters. It was to early and he was still the creep who entered her apartment building.
"You say no lie, Kamaria. There is something I forgot to do when I left your apartment." He leaned back into the chair, a look of regret flashed through his eyes as his smile faltered. "I apologize for enter..."
"Breaking." Kamaria quickly cut him off, licking her lips a little.
"Yes, I am sorry for breaking into your apartment so I could save thousands of lives. It will not happen again." Gojo spoke with a grin like he was hiding candy from his teachers.
"You keep mentioning saving me, but never say from what." Kamaria was smart, but his attitude and words made it extremely obvious he was hiding something very interesting. Curiosity ate her neck, so she let herself be carried by his weird pace. Of course she moved carefully.
"Well I can't just reveal the truth to you." Said Gojo, totally at loss. "Please I could lose my job."
Before Kamaria could speak. A pretty pink haired girl interrupted the two to inquire if they are ready to order. They were both impressed by the quick service. The café wasn't busy, only three tables were filled. Normally in this region and at this time cafe's would be crazy busy. With hours of waiting times. Gojo looked at Kamaria, tapping his finger for a second then spoke to the lady.
" I want the usual and my date would enjoy the stir fried noodles. Do you want it spicy?" Gojo said confidently as he ordered for her without looking at the menu.
Kamaria eyes widened for a second, then melted softly because he ordered for her. Weirdly it was the way he did things tht made him sexier than the rest of her partners.
"I want my noodles spicy and with shrimp." Kamaria said pleased from his action. Now she wanted him to go over the table and hold her neck, consensually.
"Is that all?" The waitress asked sweetly, after writing the order down.
"Yes, that is all for now." Gojo nodded, looking back at Kamaria.
The waitress said her goodbyes for now, then walked away, slowly swaying her thick hips as she wandered to the kitchen.
Kamaria who was lost in thought, suddenly snapped back to reality. "Moving on. Yet, you are announcing to a random person that they've been rescued by you. What is your game, Gojo?"
"Maybe it's because I like the way you shot at me or that you watched some very great porn late at night. We will never truly know."
"You look like someone who would enjoy toxic sex, so I'd say both."
"Hahahhaahaha, you really hit the hammer on the head. "
"I'd be able to read you better if you revealed your secrets to me."
"I need something in return."
"Hhmm, I wonder would blackmail work better in this case?"
"Kamaria, please I am funded by old money. You have no power over here." Gojo said said with a smile, raising an eyebrow in a teasing way. "Anyway, why do you own a shotgun?"
"I like guns that make sexy sounds, especially the ones that kill in one hit." Kamaria shook her head in delight, but offered no further words.
"What else do you enjoy?" Gojo asked, prying for more information about her. Information he could either use or just to soothe his curiosity. In a way they where alike, both only interested in the other because of the mystery they were shrouded in.
"Is this turning into a date?" Kamaria shifted in her chair, then leaned forward. The loose locs whished with her, giving her a beautiful appearance. Gojo didn't expect her to lean so close, depths of his eyes darkened. Under his penetrating gaze she shivered in what she could feel was horny delight.
"Do you hate the idea?" Gojo asked, while moving to the edge of his seat, wanting to whisper the rest of his words for her ears only.
"On the contrary I find you pleasing to the eyes." Kamaria bravely reached out to his cheek, cold fingers touched his warm skin lightly. It was truly disappointing that the pair of god like beauties had no audience. Their little display would make the rest of the people jealous or envious. It wasn't often one could meet a man with those eyes and a woman who could rival his looks.
"I am not just a piece of meat.."Gojo paused, his rough fingers touched hers, twitching a little when he felt how cold her hand was. With the same smile that made the rest of the world fall in love with him he brought her hands to his mouth, placing a small kiss on the back. "...Kamaria."
"I disagree, you are a piece of meat, hero." Kamaria smirked, reveling in his little kiss. Her words were said in a teasing manner as she held him in her clear sight. Her smirk changed to an insufferable smug expression.
She started to want to want him to kiss her, hard and quick. A small voice filled with a tint of husky envy rang in their ears. The waitress had come back to place their meal on the table. Neither was interesting in the food, but they already ordered so they might as well eat. Kamaria hated wasting food and Gojo didn't want to be that desperate in his attempt to fuck her.
Yes, he wanted her badly. It wasn't often a pretty girl caught his attention. Usually he would work and just pick a random chick in the bar. Please god, let her be as amusing in the bedroom.. Gojo had let go of her hand when the waitress started placing the black plates and silverware on the table. First Gojo's dish was neatly placed in front of him, then Kamaria's. The waitress smiled, as she said her unnecessary long goodbye in a seductive foreign accent.
I am so happy I wrotee this, because I am very in love with gojo. I am thinking about making a black girl x gojo series. And also want to write more fanfics. I apologize for my rough english, as the language is still hard to write with! I proofread on my own and you might notice some mistakes. Also, I really suck at writing facial expressions.
This is part of my Kamaria series
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Kamaria wakes up to a random man covered in blood standing in her room. Instead of yelling out in fear she pulls her gun out and shoots at him. The man stood there with a smile, not moving when the bullet reached him. To her shock the bullet never reached him. Kamaria who has seen a lot in her life, decided to reach for her illegal shotgun and loaded them off on him.
"Wow, there girly." Gojo cuts her off, dropping the bullet on the ground. "I just saved your life and this is the thanks I get?"
This is a story of a black girl who meets Gojo in her room and they bond over the fact she uses illegal weapons. Read to find out how she uses her charm to get Gojo to fuck her on a table.