Somewhere Outside the Netflix Party
The night was pure chaos inside — flashing cameras, Cardi B rapping live, Megan Thee Stallion doing shots with Zendaya, Drake awkwardly dancing in the corner like an uncle at a cookout.
But Marcus and Devonte?
They weren't inside no more.
They were outside — in a matte black Rolls Royce Ghost — fogging up the windows like it was a cheap high school Honda.
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Inside the Car
"You play too much," Devonte grinned, pulling Marcus across the seat.
Marcus was already in his lap, straddling him, jacket tossed somewhere in the backseat, lips on Devonte's neck, teeth gently biting.
Devonte grabbed his hips, grinding him closer.
"Mmmh, you so damn fine, it's disrespectful," Marcus whispered, fingers sliding under Devonte's designer shirt, feeling hot skin.
The car smelled like cologne, leather, and straight-up bad decisions.
Devonte slid his hands up Marcus's thighs, teasing, gripping, squeezing.
"Fuck, baby, you tryna get us arrested," Devonte mumbled, voice thick.
Marcus just chuckled, low and dirty in his ear.
"We too famous. Cops gon' ask for selfies before they lock us up."
Devonte kissed him — hot, wet, desperate.
Windows were steaming like a damn kettle.
Seatbelt alarms dinging in the background cause they wasn't sittin' right.
Marcus reached down, palming Devonte through his pants, pulling a sharp gasp outta him.
"Shit..." Devonte hissed.
Marcus looked up, licking his lips slow.
"You want it, daddy?" he teased, grinning wicked.
Devonte's head hit the seat back.
"Man, if you don't... C'MERE."
Hands fumbling with zippers, low curses, bodies writhing. Heavy breathing filled the car.
Marcus slid down between the seats, eyes locked on Devonte, fingers dragging slow.
Then—
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Somebody was banging on the window.
They froze.
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Rihanna Standing Outside the Car
Full Fenty mode.
Holding a bottle of Fenty Eau de Parfum in one hand, phone filming in the other.
She was cackling.
"Y'ALL NASTY ASS BOYS BETTER NOT BE FUCKIN IN MY EVENT PARKING LOT."
Marcus screamed, slamming his head against the steering wheel.
Devonte covered his face, mortified.
Rihanna banged on the window again.
"Roll it down, nasty hoes!"
Marcus cracked the window an inch, peeking out like a bad kid.
"Rih, we was just... adjusting the... seat..."
Rihanna snorted so hard she nearly dropped her perfume.
"Adjusting DICK, maybe. Here — take this."
She sprayed the inside of the car with two heavy pumps of Fenty perfume.
Psssh psssh!!
Now the air smelled like sex... and luxury.
Rihanna winked.
"Y'all welcome. Now zip it up and come inside before ya start trending for getting caught suckin' dick at Netflix."
And she sashayed off in heels higher than Marcus's self-esteem.
Devonte groaned.
"Bruh...we really just got saved mid-nut by Rihanna."
Marcus laughed so hard he almost passed out.
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Social Media BLEW UP (AGAIN)
Minutes later, Rihanna posted a blurry ass video to her IG Story:
Caption:
"Had to rescue the most famous couple in the world from catchin' a case tonight. Fenty to the rescue! #NastyKings #ProudMama"
Twitter ERUPTED:
"NOT RIHANNA CATCHING MARCUS AND DEVONTE MID-HOELATION."
"Sex, Stars, and Fenty — A Vibe."
"Only Marcus and Devonte would get cockblocked by a billionaire and STILL WIN."
TikTok edits popped off:
Clips of Rihanna banging on the window
"Before and after" memes (picture of Marcus looking innocent next to a fogged up car)
Trending Worldwide:
#NastyKings
#FentyBlessed
#CarSexChronicles
#MarcusAndDevonteTakeOver
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Next Day Headlines:
"Marcus and Devonte — The Internet's Most Followed Couple Breaks the Rules Again!"
"Caught in the Act? Rihanna Saves the Day (and the Smell)!"
"Fenty Perfume Sales Skyrocket After Marcus & Devonte Scandal!"
Fenty even dropped a limited edition perfume called: "Late Night Legends."
It sold out in two hours.
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Meanwhile, Brand Deals FLEW IN:
Savage x Fenty wanted them in a Valentine's Day campaign called "Love Without Rules."
Porsche offered them a custom car line called "City Boys Edition."
Gucci wanted an ad shot in an actual fogged-up Rolls Royce ("inspired by true events," lmao).
Marcus texted Devonte:
"Nigga...we accidentally made FOGGING UP CARS a marketing strategy."
Devonte sent back a meme of SpongeBob hyperventilating.
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Private Moment — The Day After
Marcus and Devonte laid low at their mansion, scrolling the internet, laughing at memes about them.
Marcus leaned over, phone in hand.
"Babe, look. Somebody said if we have a baby, it'll be the Second Coming of Beyoncé."
Devonte fake gagged.
"Hell nah, baby gon' come out runnin' from the cameras."
They laughed so hard they cried.
Devonte pulled Marcus close, nose nuzzling his curls.
"No matter how crazy this shit gets, you my home."
Marcus smiled, soft and sweet.
"Always."