𝟎𝟐.

𝘔𝘐𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘕.

“Hurry the fuck up!” I whisper-yelled to Kiyari from the window as she made her way down her driveway to get in Samaria’s car. She was sneaking out, I had snuck out too.

“Don’t rush me!” She responded back before making it to the back door that Layla had opened for her a few minutes prior. She got inside and closed the door as quiet as she could but it still made a noise.

“Y’all mama’s gon fuck y’all up!” Samaria laughed before putting her Benz in drive. She was parked by the curb.

“At least it’ll be for a good cause.” I said.

“Bitch a party ain’t no good cause.” Kiyari said. I was in the front seat and she was in the back. Even though I couldn’t see her face I already knew she was mugging me. I felt it.

“Oh really? So why you come then?” I asked her.

“Cause I didn’t wanna be at home like some loser ass bitch while all my friends outside having a blast. That’s why.” She retorted.

“Your mouth so smart for what?” I turned around to face her.

“I don’t know who you turning around at but you better keep looking forward like you was just doing with that bad ass attitude.” She rolled her eyes.

“Okay Yari.” I waved her off and turned back around. Not finna argue with her mad ass. We had got into an argument a few hours earlier over the phone. It was about Khalil.

He said he was gon go fuck on Jonae again and I called him weird and Kiyari talking bout how can I be mad if I was messing with Von like girl who side you on?

Especially with that topic because…never mind.

Anyways, it wasn’t intentional. Khalil would be doing it to be funny on some get back type shit cause I made him mad. That’s weird.

And here go Kiyari co-signing.

“Don’t say my name. It’s ex bestie to you.” She said.

“Not being my bestie no more over Khalil ugly ass is so crazy. Bitch I hope he dog you the next time you make him mad.” I said truthfully.

“It’s not about him. You just a hypocrite and got mad cause I told you about yourself. Youn like that.” She said.

“Can y’all shut the fuck up?” Layla spoke up.

“No.” We said in unison.

“Like do y’all love each other or hate each other? Y’all either two peas in a pod or acting like y’all in an episode of baddies at each other’s throat.” Samaria said while driving.

“We can be back cool once she learn how to stop acting how she do.” Kiyari said.

“Bitch and how do you act? Since you wanna talk about it.” I scrunched up my face.

“I don’t act like shit.”

“You have a smart ass mouth for one.” I pointed out. “Then you always taking other people side.”

“Girl I didn’t take nobody side I was just saying. How you mad cause I know how to be neutral in situations?”

“Stop talking to me.” I said.

“Exactly bitch. You miserable go heal.” She told me.

She can kiss my ass.

“I need a drink if I’m gonna be in the car with y’all two.” Layla sighed.

She pulled out some Lunazul and had four plastic cups.

“Oh bitch you lit huh?” Kiyari said as if she was surprised. “Who bought the bottle?”

“My nigga. Only cause I promised to call him while I was drunk so he could come pick me up.” Layla said.

Her boyfriend was twenty one. Layla was eighteen though. She was the one who preferred to have older niggas. Always been.

Layla poured everybody a cup. She gave Samaria a little bit because Samaria didn’t really like drinking plus she was our designated driver. She was more so of a smoker if anything.

I gulped down what was in my cup and slapped my chest due to the burning sensation I felt but it soon went away and I was able to drink without feeling it.

We eventually pulled up to the function and by that time we were tipsy.

“I gotta peeeeee.” Yari dragged.

Once we walked into the Airbnb I looked around for the bathroom so she could use it and eventually we found it. Layla and Samaria wandered off to find Malachi nem.

“Here.” I found it after making my way through a crowd of people.

“Come with me.” She pulled me into the bathroom with her. Kiyari was a lightweight. She’ll get tow up fast as hell.

I closed the door behind us and locked it so nobody would walk in cause people love to do that at parties. Like bitch if the door closed don’t come in here.

“So you gon pee with your pants up?” I eyed her after seeing her squat without pulling her pants down.

“Oh. Right.” She tapped her head. “Forgot.” She pulled them down.

While she did that I took my lip gloss out of my purse to reapply it and I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I looked at my notifications and saw plenty from Von and rolled my eyes.

I was gonna block him but I loved the satisfaction of him knowing I’m ignoring him purposely. It makes me feel good cause bitch don’t ever cheat on me and try to beg for forgiveness.

“I’m done.” Kiyari said.

“Did you wipe?” I asked her and she nodded her head slowly.

After she got herself situated and washed her hands we made our way back to the party and met up with our friends and started vibin with them.

“Yari!” Khalil snapped in her face because he was speaking to her and she wasn’t talking back.

Once we got back to our friends we had drank some more. They liked to get fucked up and mix dark and light. Kiyari especially and I don’t know why cause if she go in her house drunk like she is, she gonna be in trouble.

I tried as much as I could to have her pace herself but shit.

“Hm?” She looked at him.

“You drunk mama.” He chuckled.

“As fuck!” She said.

Khalil and Kiyari? They fucked like twice. That’s what I was referring to when I said never mind. Her defending him saying he gon fuck Jonae made me side eye cause she the one who be fucking him.

But Yari and Khalil always kept it cordial though, they didn’t let what they was doing behind closed doors interfere with the group or each other. Well Kiyari do sometimes when she be taking up for him, that hoe be acting dick dumb sometimes.

They the calmest friends with benefits I know though.

Khalil really my favorite friend when we not beefed out. He like a big brother if anything. But I feel like she could be fucking on somebody way better than him cause he not shit.

But she’s grown, she gon do what she do and I’m not in the position to judge…out loud anyway.

“You want some water?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Come on girl.” He grabbed her hand. “I’m taking her in the kitchen.” He told me and I nodded in response.

“I want coney.” I told Khalil, talking over the music because they had it playing loud as fuck at this party.

“I’ll get you some when I take you home.” He told me while getting me a cup of water so I could sober up some. I did too much.

I was craving a six piece wing ding dinner, all flats. And chili cheese fries with squeezed cheese so damn bad. It’s all I been thinking about since I got drunk.

“So, you said you was gon fuck on Jonae again?” I said as he handed me my water.

He smacked his lips and straight faced me.

“I only said that to make Chy mad. Ain’t nobody finna fuck that girl.” He looked at me.

“Mhm.” I said dryly before taking a sip from my cup.

I already knew him and Jonae had did something a while back but it getting brought up again pissed me off. Cause why would you get sucked up by the local bop?

“I’m for real.” He moved closer to me and placed his hands on my hips.

“We’re in a public setting.” I pointed out. We don’t get touchy for real in front of people because I don’t got time for he say she say.

“Ion give a fuck bout that.” He said with honesty. “You wanna come with me?”

“What you mean?” I looked up at him since he was practically towering over me due to his height.

“You wanna come to my house?” He clarified for me.

I would’ve said no because I needed to be back home soon since I’m already on thin ice and grounded. But I’m already outside and already in trouble. It can’t get worse.

“Yeah.” I said.

“See I only said that to see what the fuck you was gon say. You was supposed to tell me no cause ma dukes gon fuck you up.” He chuckled.

“Boy I don’t give a fuck about that right now. I’m tryna get cracked.” I said truthfully.

We haven’t done anything sexual lately and I been craving it. I’m craving it even more right now cause I be horny as hell when I’m drunk.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” I told him. It wasn’t like I was just out and nobody knew. I told my older sisters plus they had my location. Even though Tajae didn’t want me to go she let up eventually.

My other sister Brooke didn’t care as long as she had my lo and knew who I was with. Tajae is more overprotective than Brooke is. Brooke is too but she’s not as hard on me like Taj.

“Ight. Make sure you let Samaria know since you rode here with her.” He said.

We both tended back to the party and saw a lil commotion going on.

“So this where the fuck you at?!” I heard Von’s voice and saw him yelling in Chyna face.

“Davon leave me alone what I got going on ain’t your business no more.” She rolled her eyes.

“Chyna quit playing with me.” He grabbed her arm aggressively causing her to mug him.

“Stop!”

“This nigga.” Khalil mumbled.

Khalil and Malachi made their way over to the two. I’m too drunk for the bullshit.

“My nigga, don’t touch ha. She said leave her alone.” Malachi said.

“Nigga mind yo business.” Von responded.

“Chy you want him in your face?” Malachi asked her.

“Hell no.” She replied.

“See? She don’t want you in her space so you better get the fuck on or ima make you.” Malachi told him while Khalil just watched. Khalil didn’t like talking. He liked to get right to it.

I saw Von clutch his gun and my body tensed up.

“Don’t clutch if you ain’t gon shoot that bitch.” Khalil laughed in his face. “Cause you and me both know who leaving inna body bag and who not.”

If you wasn’t near this situation you couldn’t hear what was really going on, the music and people overshadowed it.

Von looked between both of the boys and then looked at Chyna.

“You got it.” He told her before walking away.

“Can’t stand his bitch ass.” Malachi said.

“He’s so weird.” Chyna said and I sighed.

Honestly? I’m still hungry.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

“You better let all this shit out too cause you not getting in my bed like this.” Khalil held my hair back as we sat on his bathroom floor.

I literally started throwing up as soon as we got to his house. Every time I thought I was done, I threw up again so he just made me stay by the toilet.

“I’m finished.” I told him as I held onto the toilet.

“You said that the last three times.” He rubbed my back.

“No. No I’m sure this time.” I told him and he nodded. He got up from beside me and got a rag and kneeled down to wipe my face off.

Once he was done I flushed the toilet and he helped me up. I didn’t make a mess or nothing so it wasn’t anything to clean. I just wanted to lay down.

He helped me over to the sink so I could brush my teeth. I didn’t wanna be in his face with throw up breath that’s so nasty.

He had gotten my food too but I couldn’t eat it due to me throwing up the whole time.

“Cmon.” He guided me to his bed once I was done with everything. He sat me down and stood in front of me. “Up.” He pointed to my arms and I put them up so he could take off my shirt.

After taking my shirt off he unclipped my bra since I don’t like sleeping with it on and he put one of his shirts on me. He took off my pants and left them off.

“You good? You need something else?” He asked me, indicating he was done. I shook my head no and crawled to the top of the bed and got under the covers.

“Thank you.” I told him.

“It ain’t nun. Ima always take care of you.” He told me. “I’m finna get ready for bed.” He grabbed his Roku remote and turned on the big ass flat screen that was mounted on his wall and gave the remote to me.

He walked into the bathroom and I started looking for a movie to put on. I heard the shower turn on and sighed.

I wanted some dick tonight but my body betrayed me. I’m gonna have a long mirror talk with myself once I’m sober because like girl why would you basically cock block me? That’s a weird thing for someone to do. Like I’m you…meaning WE both wanted some dick. I’m so mad bruh.

a/n: she’s so insane talking to herself about herself.

“Ki!” I heard Khalil yell from the bathroom.

“Huh?!” I yelled back loud enough for him to hear me.

“Bring me that towel if you can.” I heard him say.

Sure. Ask the drunkest bitch ever to get back up after throwing up and laying down in the bed. It ain’t like I’m finna pass out or nothing.

I threw the cover from off of my body and spotted the towel on the bed. I picked it up and carefully made my way to the bathroom cause I was still kind of messed up.

Not too much though.

“Here.” I said so he could know I brought it in and then he pulled the curtain back.

Now me personally, I have wandering eyes. They wandered right down to that dick. It’s so big.

I can’t believe god blessed me enough to be able to say I had some of it. Khalil’s manhood was just…chef’s kiss. I wish I could say I was over exaggerating but I wasn’t.

He knew exactly how to use it too.

I love that he’s my sneaky link.

“What?” I heard him say and I snapped out of my thoughts.

“What?” I questioned and he chuckled.

“You want some?” He asked me and I nodded without hesitating. “Come here then.”

He held his hand out and I made my way over to the shower before removing the only two pieces of clothing I had on. Khalil then helped me into the shower and I was standing behind him since he wasn’t fully turned around.

He turned his body and looked mine up and down with his eyes before making eye contact with me. He loved eye contact.

Like if you were to have a conversation with him he would hold eye contact with you the whole time. Me on the other hand? I get nervous so I always look away.

“Why you can’t never look at me?” He said, seeing I broke the eye contact we were sharing.

“You sexy so I’m nervous.” I admitted.

“Girl you done seen me long enough to be able to look me in my face.” He looked down at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

The bathroom was starting to get foggy. He liked his water to be hotter than hell.

He moved his hands down to my hips and pulled my body closer to his. Once he pressed up against me I felt how hard he was.

“Feel it?” He asked me and I felt his dick jump.

He just did that shit on purpose.

“I—”

Before I could get out any words he leaned in and began kissing me. He moved his hands up and down my body and they eventually made their way down to my ass and he smacked it hard as hell.

Y’all heard that loud ass noise just now? That was this ass.

He placed his hands up under it and picked me up, pinning me against the back of the shower but making sure to not break our kiss.

“How bad you want it?” He pulled away just enough to speak.

“Real bad.” I responded and felt my miss lady get excited.

Girl I’m happy too.

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.” I nodded my head, I was impatient. I wanted to feel him.

He adjusted himself while I remained up against the wall. I let out a sharp gasp because I felt him slide himself in. He did it with so much ease.

He moved his hands from my butt to my legs and held me up that way. He started off with slow strokes at first and didn’t go too deep which made me let out low moans.

I knew how he liked to play. He knew I wanted more than that so he tryna be funny.

“More.” I moaned out to him and he licked over his bottom lip.

“Say please.” He groaned a bit.

“Please!” I moaned again and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Please who?” He looked at me and shoved himself deeper into me, making me let out another sharp gasp.

“Daddy!” I yelled out as I held onto him by his neck. All he did was smirk and he sped up making his slow strokes turn into fast ones.

I moaned repeatedly because he knew my body down to a T. He knew exactly where all the right spots were and he was hitting each and every one of them and that only made my moans get louder and more out of control.

“KHALIL!” I heard his name being called and he smacked his lips.

It was his mama.

He immediately slapped his hand over my mouth but he didn’t stop thrusting inside of me. I closed my eyes because he sped up even more and I let out muffled moans since his hand was preventing me from being loud.

“I’m in the shower!” He spoke back, trying to contain himself.

“What damn girl you got in my house?” She walked into the doorway of bathroom I’m gonna assume because it sounded like she got closer. “It better not be that girl from the other day with that bad ass attitude.”

Now wait. I wasn’t over here the other day and my attitude not bad so she not talking about me.

I looked at Khalil and Khalil looked at me and I could see it all in his face that was something he didn’t expect her to say and it was something I wasn’t supposed to hear.

Not once did this nigga stop putting dick in me. In fact he just kept going.

“Nobody ma. Can you get out?” He asked her. But he wasn’t really asking.

“Mhm.” She said before I heard her footsteps walking away.

Once she was gone he removed his hand and pulled out and roughly turned me around.

“Bend the fuck over.” He said in a stern tone.

“No! You had a bitch over here?” I turned up my face.

“Kiyari dude. Shut the fuck up with that.” He said before he bent me over himself and slid his dick back in and I moaned once again.

“You’re getting cut the fuck offfff!” I dragged because he started giving me good ass strokes again. It felt so good even though I was pissed the fuck off.

“Baby when I’m done doing what I’m doing I promise you not gon stand on business with that.” He smacked my ass and pulled my head all the way back by my hair so I was looking up at him and he literally started violating my pussy.

He was beating down my walls like I locked him out or something.

I’m still cutting him off. I don’t give a fuck.