Take the Woman Out the Hood but Not the Hood Out the Woman Chapter 2, a sailor moon fanfic

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Some people would probably say Haruka knew nothing about that; because she was Asian, or a woman, that she knew nothing about the streets, what it meant to survive, to struggle, coming to a country and not knowing the language. At least those in the hood and ghetto speak the language of the land. When she first got to the states, she didn't. Just like the song, just like the mood-she made something of herself. Big bad bodyguard to k-pop artist, American artist, now here she was in her apartment bedroom with a lovely woman at her side; she was stripped to her boxer briefs and a bra. With her headphones on, she stayed focus on her phone as she looked at the coming days and weeks. It was sad to see Michiru go but she had been in the country for several months due to the pandemic. No one expected that. Most of her concerts had been canceled but with so many being vaccinated, with states opening, it was time for Michiru to get back to the concert hall. Haruka had been there at her latest performances that took place this week and last week, but it was time for Michiru to head back to Japan.

Haruka felt her headphones slip and she looked up. Michiru sat on her lap. "What are you listening to?"

Haruka shook her head and laughed; she wondered if Michiru would know. She began to rap along with the chorus of the song, Michiru perplexed but intrigued. "I'm listening to DMX, the rapper that died a week back. Yo, he was always go'in through sum shit, ya know?" Haruka was just a pup when the song Slippin came out. She didn't really know much about its meaning but what stuck to her was the scene where young DMX came home with a report with straight A's, only to be ushered away by his mom. Watching that video after DMX died, she had tears in her eyes.

"That's not the one that died this week?" Michiru asked. Haruka stood up and wrapped her arms around her lover. One after another one of course, Black Rob was another homie to end up dead. Sad life Haruka shook her head. Man had four to five strokes barely at 50.

"Man, fuck that nigga Diddy." She let go of Michiru and went to her bed. Suitcases wide open, clothes scattered here and there. They still had a lot of packing to do if Haruka wanted to get Michiru to the airport on time.

"Diddy?"

Haruka helped fold some of Michiru shirts and dresses; the two begin to get back to packing. "Diddy drains all his artist. I don't understand why motherfuckers even still sign with him. I understand if we were back the old days when the internet wasn't around, but shit, with all this information, there's no reason for cats to be wanting to get on his shit."

"That's how record labels are…kind of…" Together they worked to place the clothes in the suitcases. Haruka looked outside, it was going on 10:00am in the morning. The plane was scheduled to leave at 5:00pm. They were going to be okay, especially if they left the house at 3:00pm.

Haruka shook her head. "Nah, see, a record label signs on artist and then they focus more on the artist who sale the most, with the non-sellers being dropped after some time. What Diddy does is he signs on artist and regardless of who sells what, he milks them then drops all of them without giving them royalties…"

As Haruka spoke to Michiru, Michiru began to drift off. Her mind went to last night and the sex they had. Her eyes then went to the boxer briefs Haruka was wearing. Michiru bit her lip when she remembered the taste of Haruka, but as she looked closer at the boxer briefs, her eyes went to the bulge. Michiru chuckled. She didn't know when Haruka had time to put that on since she wasn't wearing it last night nor the day, or day two prior. Those days were Haruka's feminine days. Michiru didn't complained; she loved all Haruka's days.

"He was straight up broke…" Haruka looked to Michiru who hadn't said a word in about the ten minutes they were packing. When she looked over at the woman, she had her suitcases packed and they were sat next to the door. Michiru was just watching her. Haruka and her eyes met. Haruka placed the last of Michiru's dresses in the suitcase and closed it. She carried it to the door to be with the others. She walked quietly to Michiru and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. They stared at one another then Michiru kissed Haruka. As their mouths parted, Michiru placed her hand on Haruka's piece and began to rub it…up and down…up and down. Haruka let out a soft moan.

Michiru parted and looked down at Haruka's crotch. She pulled the rim of the boxer briefs back; the cock sprang forth. Haruka was the only person Michiru knew that looked good with a vagina and a cock. She smiled at the thought in her mind. She rubbed it some more before bending over to put her lips on it.

Haruka closed her eyes and listened to the slurps and licks. She did her best to not cum too early, but the base of the cock was rubbing on her clit just right. If she opened her eyes right, for sure she was going to nut in Michiru's mouth. That meant she missed it when Michiru got on her knees on the floor and placed her hands behind her back. Haruka missed it when Michiru deep throated the head all the way down to the base. Even though she missed it, Haruka sure as hell felt it.

Ready to enter, Haruka got up and went to the dresser to get a condom like she did all the other times prior.

"No," Michiru said. "I'm leaving tonight…" She stood up and walked to Haruka. She took the condom from her hand and placed it on the dresser. "We also gotta be quick, I got this interview at 12:00pm then we gotta head to the airport."

Haruka nodded her head. She grabbed Michiru's waste and turned her around so Michiru's side was pressed and lend on the dresser. Haruka picked up Michiru' leg and pulled her dress out the way, above the waste where it covered Michiru's upper body like a blanket. Haruka pulled Michiru's panties to the side slowly entered. If Michiru wanted it quick, Haruka could be quick. She wasted no time pounding into the smaller woman, the dresser began to hit the wall, Michiru's panting became louder and faster.

Haruka bit her bottom lip and grabbed onto Michiru's shoulder. The cell phone started ringing and it could have been Michiru's manager or even Haruka's boss but at that time, they both just wanted to finish. Haruka felt herself close, the building up in her groin, to her clit, to the base of the cock, to the head…

"Aww, fuck-shit, Michi-fuck…!"

Michiru's face was flushed as she felt the liquid from Haruka's cock enter her. When Haruka pulled out, it dripped onto the floor. Michiru stood up straight and placed her dress down. She looked and saw the white substance dripping from the head of the cock.

"Thank God, you can't get me pregnant. The publicity mob in Japan would have a fit." Both women laugh, knowing it would be a scandal for Michiru to get pregnant without being married. A scandal that could ruin not only the young woman's career but also her family's reputation.

Both women washed up and then headed out into the day as it would be Michiru's last day in Miami, Florida, USA.