In the Calabasas, a lively city filled with music and excitement, there was a well known rapper named Yeat. Renowned for his electrifying performances and captivating lyrics, Yeat had a way of drawing fans in, leaving them mesmerized. Among his many followers, there was Y/N, a young music enthusiast with a heart full of passion for Yeat's music. Little did Y/N know that their life was about to take an extraordinary turn.

One magical evening, Y/N found themselves lost in the rhythm of Yeat's beats at his highly anticipated concert. The air was buzzing with energy, and every word that escaped his lips felt like it was meant solely for Y/N. As the concert came to an end, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of elation and longing, wanting to be closer to the artist who had captured their heart.

In an unexpected stroke of luck, as the crowd dispersed, Yeat's manager, Justin approached Y/N, extending an invitation to join Yeat backstage. "Wsg luh twizz?" He says with a friendly-calm demeanor while examining Y/N "U tryna pop a perc with da big boys?" Overwhelmed with excitement and nervous anticipation, Y/N eagerly accepted, wondering what awaited them beyond the curtain.

Inside the backstage area, Y/N's heart pounded in their chest as they came face to face with Yeat. Their eyes met, Yeat's beautiful hunter shaped eyes pierced through his mask as he scanned Y/N. Yeat grabs the top of his balaclava and pulls it off revealing his face and it's almost as if he's in slow motion, he runs his fingers through his hair to fix it. He sensed Y/N's awe and took a moment to chat, increasing the sexual tension in the atmosphere. The conversation flowed effortlessly, each revelation bringing Y/N and Yeat closer together. Y/N listened intently, captivated not only by his impeccable style but also by the depth of his character. "U like cereal?" He says passionately. "Yes, Yeat. I love it" you reply with a sparkle in your eye. "Das wassup das wassup". Yeat asks confidently "u like milk in it and shi?". You reply almost instantly "Ooh I love milk in my cereal!". Yeat replies sternly "u gone like ma milk." . "W-What?" You ask with a concerned expression. Before you could even think, yeat slams you down on his $6000 black leather Balenciaga couch. You make an objection "Woah! Yeat!?.. you can't just just throw me around like I'm some groupie! You-" Yeat looks at you with a fiercely dominant expression and makes you clam up mid sentence. "U bouta take my kids in that tight ahh honey nut cheerio Y/N" He says as you blush. "Tight ass honey nut Cheerio?" Y/N asks nervously hoping he doesn't mean what they think he means. "I'm bouta Frost yo flakes." Yeat replies confidently. Y/N realizes where this is going and replies submissively. Yeat's sexy choice of words cause a warm feeling to grow in Y/N's gut. "Ohh Yeat~". He picks you up off the couch standing you up. You clumsily try to catch your balance, he notices then bumps you back bit by bit until your body is pressed up against the wall cornered. His big throbbing tonka poking against your crotch. "u wan dis tonka Y/N?" He asked. "Yes! Of course I want it Yeat! How could I not you're the best rapper ever! Way better than Carti~" You reply to him in a panting mess. "Nah ion think u do" He replies. "I do! I do! Please give it to me" you beg. His tonka is so hard that you can feel him spotting his pants. He pulls down your pants and turns your body around angling his tonka towards your hole and he thrusts forward "UGHHH UHHH UNNNNHHH YEA YO CRANK ME UP RAAAARR RES" he moans as his cock penetrates you, pumping its girth into you. His raw un-autotuned moaning vocals expose you to a side of Yeat that few people see. You are so grateful to hear such beautiful natural sounds. "Ahhh! Oh my god! Yeat! This is the best day ever!" You moan as you scratch the wall as he fucks your body bouncing you against him. "U is a bitch but u CAN cum ball" he says. "Ooh yes Yeat! I'm your bitch!" You moan. He spanks your ass hard "Yo ass flawless luh shawty" he says as he continues to spank your ass over and over until he leaves a handprint. "Ooh Yeat! Yeat! Yeaaaaaatttttt!~" You moan as you begin to lose your mind over his cock. "Shhh" Yeat shushes you the same way he shushes his own adlibs. You couldn't help but feel the sense of ownership he just imposed over Y/N. He continues to pump himself into Y/N over and over making it sound like Mac and Cheese. As the minutes turned into hours, an even deeper than expected connection blossomed between you and Yeat, You both end the night with a satisfying orgasm and share a smile characterized by mutual admiration and genuine camaraderie.

After the night drew to a close, the memory of that backstage encounter lingered. Y/N left with a heart full of gratitude, cherishing the unique bond they had formed with Yeat. They would forever remember that extraordinary night, where beyond the glitz and glamour, a genuine connection had been forged between two kindred spirits. And with that memory etched in their hearts. Y/N swore to never let Yeat's name be slandered ever again. Y/N went to every comment that said Yeat is mid and made sure to write paragraph after paragraph about why Yeat is the goat and all the other whack ass rappers can't compare. Don't even get Y/N started if someone compares Yeat to Carti. Y/N trains themselves to grill the fuck out of anyone who dare talk bad about their Daddy 24/7. Now anytime an unfavorable opinion of Yeat is shared, it is Y/N's Job to put an end to the tarnishing of Yeat's legacy once and for all.