S k i m a s k i m a g i n e s

Tease (𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥)

Ok I decided to rewrite this because the first one was straight ASS!!

But I hope y'all like this one better ☺

Warnings: cursing, weed smoking, and SEX!

( your name is gonna beeeeee... Trinity, enjoy)

And bruh can y'all like comment?? Those 200 sumthin are from the old imagine

I hate the way I wrote this ughhhhh but enjoy

the reader is black...

And to those who are adding my book to your list with commenting or voting... count your days heffa🔫😄

" Hurry up and come get me you bitch ass nigga, it's cold out there and you know my fuckin' driveway long!" You huffed harshly into the phone. You peeping out the window and looked at the snow slowly falling on the ground. It was too damn cold for stokeley to be taking his time. He knew you had to walk down the driveway, due to it getting too icy to drive up.

" Nigga- Trinity, I will turn this car back the fuck around, bruh. I don't have to bring to my house," he sighed, already getting annoyed with his best friend. You decided to stay with him for the weekend, due to your parents going out of the country for a business trip.

You were scared to be alone and stokeley was the closest person to go to.

" You said you were going to be here at 9:00- oh, it's 8:56😗. But still hhuuuurrryy!" You whined into the phone loudly, giving stokeley a lil taste of ear rape. You looked out her window again and saw headlights. Before stokeley could tell you he was outside, you hung up and grabbed your duffle bag. You put your and on the doorknob and braced yourself.

You snatched the door open and slammed it shut. The cold instantly slapped your in the face. " Fuck!" You grabbed to the top of your jacket and put it.over your mouth and nose. You had to wait about 5 seconds until the automatic lock clicked. Once that clicked sounded, you took off into the grass and towards the car. You didn't give a damn about slipping on the ice. That cold wind was stabbing your face a thousand knives a second. You damnear took the door off the car trying to get in.

" Fuuuuuuck, this damn weather is something fuckin' else, man, got my ass cheeks still squeezing, shit," you blew out a hard breath and leaned into the warm air coming out of the vents. Ski cackled at your ass cheek joke and put the car in reverse. He drove back to his house, after stopping by his plug to get a bag. You were thanking God that stokeley had a garage.

You grabbed her duffle bag from the back seat and walk into his warm house through the garage door. You almost moaned aloud at the feeling of the warmth spreading throughout your body. You ran into his living room and jumped on his plush furniture.

" Um, the fuck you think this is, Skyzone? Don't jump on the fuckin' furniture, bruh. My mom might not be here but she can tell if we do some dumb shit, so chill out," he rolled his eyes. He was cranky from his lack of weed throughout the week. His mom was on his ass about his grades, which were low, so she took away his smoking privileges.

And of course his parents smoked too, they're Rastafarians.

" Well sorry, you asshole. Don't be talkin' to me like that, we can fight and you know that," she said sitting up on the couch correctly. Stokeley mumbled a 'whatever' and went to his room and grabbed his grinder and some backwoods. Going back downstairs ski didn't see you in the kitchen.