You're my prize possession, heaven knows. I would rather die than let you go, girl -Tank, You're My Star ☼
-Kendrick and Bakari in the MM ☼
Jahmiah,
"Wait, repeat that?" Nyzra looked at me
"I said I don't like head"
"That rhymes, but um, that's different" She looked down
"How?"
"Because most dudes love it"
"Well, I guess I'm a rare species" I kissed her cheek "Besides, I had it once, it felt weird. In my opinion, I think suckin' dick is gross. It honestly feels disgusting and personally, sex is better for me and it always will be that way. I don't know, I just think girls shouldn't do that"
She stared at me, slightly blushing, "You're so cute and smart"
I laughed, playing with her hair.
"One more question"
"Yes?"
"Why are you such a pussy?"
I kissed my teeth, getting up from the bed. I grabbed my boxers, slipping them on.
"I mean, I was just asking," She crawled at the edge to the bed "Like, you suck your thumb-"
"I never did that before, Ny" I told her genuinely "That was the only time I did that"
She stared at me and I shook my head.
"Okay look, I know I'm a pussy, alright? That's only because I'm a soft ass nigga at some times, but that's the only side people see of me- being soft and shit. I honestly wanna keep it that way. Yeah, I get offended by it, but it's whatever y'know?" I sighed "I don't wanna show you my other side, babygirl"
"Are you a werewolf?"
"The fuck?"
"Well, just turn around so I can see your other side" She snickered
I pursed my lips, "It's not funny"
"Then, what's your other side, Jahmiah?"
I sat back down, "Y'know how I killed your ex?"
She nodded, "Yes, why?"
"It's kinda like that, but only worse"
"Wait, wait, wait- you kill people?"
"I didn't, well, not anymore"
"What do you mean not anymore?!" She shouted
"I used to be in a gang several years back, but it's not big deal now"
"Is that why niggas knock on the door in the middle of the night- trying to kill you and then you clean up mess and throw shit away, Miah?! I can hear things, y'know?"
"Baby, I really don't wanna talk about this right now" I rubbed the side of my face
"Just tell me, it's okay-"
"It's not okay, that's the problem!" I yelled, puffing out some air "Since you wanna know so badly, Imma tell you"
She glanced at me, pulling the covers up more to her chest as she went back to lay against the pillows. I sat on the edge of the bed.
"Yes, I was in a gang, and I was at least 15. I only did it for the money, but when I had to go on my first kill- it wasn't about the money anymore. I killed people that I was assigned to and when I found them, I locked them up. Y'know, tying them up and throwin' them in a corner in the dark.
You would think I'm talking about shootin' them, but I'm not. I'm talkin' about literal torture, the type that makes your skin crawl, your ears bleed. All that was me, I did shit like that all by myself. They would tell me to do it to girls, but I said nah- givin' me punishment as well. I started covering those bruises and scars with tattoos and as you can see, I have too many tattoos on my body.
Soon, I got caught and went to jail for 3 years when I was 17. Yes, when I met you, I was out for 3 weeks at that time.
When I was in there, I was in a lot of fights. I even killed some inmates- but no one never snitched and the guards didn't care. I realized I didn't want to do shit like that anymore, as in killin' people and fightin'. So I cleaned my own self up and just decided to be sensitive and a weak nigga to cover it all
up.
So when I got out, I wrote some music and plays and instantly got some shows and gigs- money coming in and everything. That's basically how it's been for the past two months"
Feeling her eyes bore into the side of my face, I looked back at her, "Do you regret any of that stuff?" She asked
"Nope"
She grinned, "How come you won't stand up to my dad then?"
"Honestly, your dad scares the livin' shit outta me. That's the only nigga I'm afraid of" I mumbled
Hearing her laugh, I smiled. She's so gorgeous- crawling up beside her, I pulled her closer to me, kissing her forehead.
"I missed you, Jahmiah" She snuggled her head onto my chest "I really did"
"I missed you too, Poodie" I grinned as she licked my bare chest "Weirdo"
"Pussy boy"
"Why thank you, baby" I looked down at her, sending her a wink "What you want for lunch?"
"Um, I think I can skip lunch for the day. I'm pretty stuffed" She chuckled, hugging me tightly "Oh shit"
"What's wrong?" I frowned
"I forgot the condom" Her eyes widened
"I'm fine with that" I kissed her lips "That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
She shook her head, slipping her tongue in. She climbed ontop of me, my hands gripped her hips. Seeing her grab the thick blanket, she threw it over us.
~○~
"Okay, I have a question" Ny asked Kendrick
"Wassup, babygirl?" He sat back eating Skittles
"Tell me what you and mom do during y'all ice cream parties" She inquired
"Oh, hmm," He smirked, looking at Bakari who walked in the living room
Bakari put her frizzy hair in a bun, plopping on the couch next to Kendrick, "That's for us to know, and for y'all to never find out" She told Nyzra
"I wanna know too" I said
"No, you don't" Kendrick laughed
"Is it intense?" Ny squinted her eyes
"Yup" They said in unison
Nyzra got up, "That's all I needed to know" She scoffed "Disgusting"
She wandered off to kitchen- I sat there, looking at them. They both smiled as Bakari sipped her tea.
She always has tea, I don't know why.
"How old are you guys anyway?" I raised my eyebrow
"Okay, I'mma let you do the math. I had Taj when I was 16 with Kendrick- he was 18 at the time. Add it up"
Staring at her, I instantly knew she was 35 and Kendrick was 37. She had Hanson at 17.
"Well damn" I scratched the side of my face
"I'm happy about it though," She wrapped her arms around Kendrick, laying her head on his chest
"Aww, how cute" I made a kissy face
"Nigga, if you don't get'cho gay ass-"
"Jahmiah!" Nyzra shouted "C'mere please!"
Getting up, Kendrick glared at me while kissing his wife, "Stop bein' mean, angry bird"
"He's just so weird, like what the fuck?"
I laughed, walking into the kitchen. I watched as Nyzra was struggling to reach the top cabinet. She was even standing on a step-stool, her hand wiggling to grab the handle.
"Wassup?" I stood beside her
"Can you help me, please?" She pouted
"Yeah" I walked behind her, grabbing her by the middle of her thighs, lifting her up a little bit
Placing her on my shoulders like a kid, she looked in the cabinet, trying to figure out on what type of snack she wanted. She grabbed some Swedish Fish and Cheez-Its. She raised them in victory, while swinging her feet.
"It's all mine, it's all me... All mine" She put them to her chest, giggling
"Your ass gon' share"
She looked down, "Why?"
"I'm hungry too"
"Well, nigga starve" She scrunched her face up
I put her on the counter, snatching the snacks out her hand. She slapped me and I ran off.
"Jahmiah! Give it back!" She jumped on my back, reaching for the food
"Girl, lemme just have 10 of each" I tried getting her off of me
"I wanted them first, Miah. Give it back! I'm not afraid to fight you"
"You gon' fight me over food?"
"Hell yeah! I'mma fight to the death" She flicked my nose
"C'mon, that's not fair. Lemme have at least a little bit, baby" I pouted "I'll take you out for dinner"
"Ooh, to where?"
"Mm, Burger King?"
She snatched the food out of my hands, "No"
"Okay, okay. Maginonos?"
Her head snapped up, "That's too expensive"
"So?" I arched my eyebrow "I haven't took you out in a while, Ny"
She grinned, eating out the Cheez-It box. I kissed her cheek, and I saw Bakari standing there.
"Have you seen your dad anywhere, baby?" She asked Nyzra
"No, why?"
"We're havin' this competition of who can get the Oreos and be upstairs first"
"Seriously, the Oreo game?" Nyzra chuckled
"Yes! I'm tired of losin'! Y'know I hate that shit, especially to that sexy fucker," Bakari growled, looking in the hall "I don't wanna lose"'
"What's the point of the game anyway?" I questioned
"Who ever gets to the bedroom with the Oreos first, gets to be in demand while having sex for a week. I'm not trynna be sore, I'm scared" Bakari pouted
"I FOUND THE OREOS!" I heard Kendrick yell