𝗡𝗮𝗼𝗺𝗶 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿
𝗡𝗮-𝗡𝗮
𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘆
"Naomi?" Kentrell mumbled.
"Wassup?" I said as I played in his hair.
We had made it back to his house, and we were currently laying in the bed together.
Just chilling.
He was laying between my legs as his head layed on my stomach, and I played in his hair.
"I love you." He continued to mumble, now laying his face in my stomach.
I smiled. "I love you too baby."
"I know." He said against my stomach. "Ion wanna lose you."
"Ion wanna lose you either, we gone be ight." I looked down at him.
"Yeah I know." I could feel him smiling against my stomach.
I then felt him rubbing my stomach making me confused.
"Kentrell stop." I laughed it off.
"You'd look fine as fuck carrying my baby." He said sliding his hand from inside my shirt to down in my pants.
I bit my lip looking down at him.
"Kentrell chill." I tried to sit up but he was too heavy, so I couldn't move.
"Ian doing nothing." He chuckled taking his hand out my pants. "You already wet, and all I did was touch it."
I said nothing while looking at him.
"Oh so you ain't got nothing to say huh?" He smirked as he lifted his body up off me.
I took that as a chance to move.
I got up, and went into the bathroom, closing the door.
I heard him get out the bed while smacking his lips.
Locking the door I sat on the sink.
Was finna get on my phone, but it was on the bed.
"Naomi stop playing." He said. "You know I can get in."
"Naomi not here at the moment, come back later." I said in a white lady voice.
"Bet." He said before I heard him walk away.
I know Kentrell.
This nigga not gone.
It was quiet as fuck though.
I put my ear against the door, and listened.
Still nothing.
Oh shit, he finna do something crazy.
I unlocked the door, and opened it.
Just as I did that, he snatched me up off my feet.
Pinning me against the wall he smirked.
"I know you know me. So why you thought I was gone?" He asked.
"Because it was too fucking quiet." I said while looking at him.
"Mhmmm." He licked his lips.
"So is you gone put me down? My feet not even on the fucking floor." I whined.
He had be directly diced up with him, so of course my feet wasn't on the floor.
"Nope. Why you running? What you so scared of?" He asked.
"Nothing." I mumbled.
"It is something." He looked me in my eyes.
I looked back in his cute ass eyes, completely getting thrown off.
"Baby? Answer me." He said.
"I'm not scared, just testing you." I shrugged.
Part of it was true.
Part of me is scared, part of me isn't.
I mean, I just don't want him looking at my body.
I have scars and shit, from a lot of shit I've been going through.
But I guess he doesn't care.
He already seen me with no clothes on anyways.
Maybe he didn't pay attention to that.
"Why? See how long I been going without some pussy. I'm waiting on you guhh." He said as he set me down.
"Umm, okay." I shrugged going to sit down.
"It's something else, stop lying to me." He followed me. "What's the real reason?"
"The scars." I mumbled looking up at him.
"Scars? Ian see no scar-" he stopped talking. "Ohhhhh."
"S-so you seen em?" I asked.
He nodded his head staying quiet, laying on the bed.
He patted his lap for me, and I straddled him.
"Ion know why you scared of that, it's okay." He said as he looked at me. "Look at my forehead, and I still get bitches."
I-
Bitches?
The fuck he talking about?
Know what, imma let that slide.
"Yeah, because they make you cuter." I shrugged. "Mines make me uglier."
"No they don't." He shooked his head. "Stop."
"Sure." I mumbled.
He stared at me, like he was thinking for a while. "You gone lemme take you on a date?"
"Hell yeah." I nodded my head.
"Ight bet ma." He smirked. "And we gone finish this conversation about yo scars and shit, when I'm finna fuck you. Imma show you that you ain't gotta be scared."
I smirked nodding my head slowly. "Okay."
"Good you believe me." He pulled e into a kiss.
I smiled kissing him back.
"Ight bae, get up right quick." He told me.
I got up, and he went to the edge of the bed, and grabbed his controller.
He turned his game on, and popped in the Call Of Duty I got today.
I mugged the fuck out of him.
He don't believe me when I say, I'll shoot his game.
"Baeeeee." I mumbled climbing back on him.
"Chill right quick, I wanna play this." He said keeping his eyes on the game.
Shouldn't have got him shit.
"I'm being serious, get off it." I smacked my lips.
"Just hollup. Get on Tik Tok or something, whatever you girls do." He mumbled.
"Okay." I got of him mad as fuck.
"You got that look in yo eye." He said as he played the game. "Don't do no crazy shit."
I didn't answer him, going downstairs.
Going into the kitchen, I got me a soda before going upstairs.
Opening the soda, I sat on the bed watching and taking sips.
Smiling to myself, I stood up in the bed, and started pouring it on his covers.
It was a bottle soda, so it's a lot in it.
He heard me, and instantly turned around.
He mugged the fuck out of me instantly putting the controller down, and standing up.
"NAOMIIIII" He dragged out.
I laughed continuing to pour it on his covers, and sprinkling some on him.
Just as I did that, I was instantly tackled against the floor.
Looking up at him, I smiled. "Wassup?"
"You do too fucking much sometimes." He mumbled. "Should beat yo ass."
I ran my hair against his face. "You so fucking fine when you mad."
He bit his lip at me. "You is too mamas."
He leaned down kissing me as I kissed him back.
He crazy because he just don't realize I just messed up his covers.
Oh well.
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Thoughts?🤔
Just a filler, for the next chapter😏
Excuse any mistakes