Next Day.
"Why do you have my name on you so many times?" Kenadi laughed, tracing her fingers over the tattoos on his chest.
"I only got you 4 times." He said as he stared at her.
"That's a lot. Did this hurt?" She asked, rubbing over the tattoo on his collar bone.
"Yeah baby." He nodded, and she looked up at him.
"Which hurt the most?" She mumbled, and he pointed to his stomach.
"I was damn near holding my breath when I got this shit." He chuckled, rubbing over the tattoo of his baby sister.
"Do you miss her?" Kenadi asked him, and he nodded again.
"All the time. Remember when she first died, I was clingy as hell with you?" He pulled her closer to him, and she nodded.
"You reminded me of her so much. I don't even know why but you did. Probably because I loved you like you was my sister too, well at the time. That's when I first started liking you, cause you was there for me the whole time." He mumbled, and she locked eyes with him, rubbing his face.
"And you didn't care that I was mad all the time, that I was mean to you. You just wanted to help me." He pecked her lips and she smiled.
"You know I got you forever." She said, and he nodded.
His little sister had died 3 years ago, when she was 5, from natural causes. She had passed away in her sleep, and the doctors couldn't give them a reason as to why.
He was the closest to his sister since his mom was always deployed, and it hit him the hardest. He had pushed everybody away, but Kenadi wasn't taking no for an answer. She didn't leave him not once, the whole time.
"I never told you thank you. I needed you, and you was there for me. You didn't let me down at all, I'm tryna do the same for you baby. I love you." He told her, and she leaned up, softly placing her lips on his.
He gripped her neck, the slow and sensual kiss arousing the both of them.
"I wanna go again papi." She breathed against his lips, feeling his dick, hard under her leg.
"You stay horny girl." He smiled, and she laughed, shrugging as she pecked his lips.
"I love you too baby." She mumbled, as he sat up against his headboard with her in his lap.
He kissed her shoulder, and she smiled as he trailed kisses up her neck, and to her jaw.
He put his head in her neck, as she rubbed the back of his scalp.
"Que pasa?" She slightly frowned, hearing him lowly sigh in her neck.
Translation : What's the matter?
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Serene
Fanfictionse·rene /səˈrēn/ adjective 1. calm, peaceful, and untroubled; tranquil. 09/13/2021-09/22/2021 *old. don't read*