𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐒

𝟑? 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐎 - Sugarhill Ddot

"IT'S YOUR WORLD MA" Darrian told me as he placed a kiss behind my ear, making me cheese mad hard. He bends be over in front of him, and I grab the kitchen counter for support, as he pretends to give me backshots, while saying 'ah ah ah' and laughing. "D, stop you bout aggravating as hell" I laugh as I push him a bit and standing up straight turning around to look at him, this nigga was mad high, he had just got done smoking two blunts back to back, like he even was roaching both them bitches, he smirks as looks at me lovingly. I wasn't surprised because normally when he's high he's mad clingy.

"Don't you let nobody tell you different, babyyyy" Darrian caught me off guard with a sudden serenade, elongating the 'y' as he held my hand. "I'll always adore youuuu," he sang on, eliciting laughter from me. However, he eventually ceased his singing, as it was becoming increasingly irritating.

I started recording him as he looked at me with the same loving eyes as before.

I began recording him as he gazed at me with the same affectionate eyes as before.

"What?" I asked him.

"Imma dead marry you one day, gangsta," he declared, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. I chuckled.

"What if I say no?" I teased, smiling at him. He kissed me softly.

"Oh, wrd? I'ma jus' have to force you to be my wife," he shrugged, laughing before kissing me again.

"Mhm, you can't," I laughed, pulling away slightly as he peppered my face with kisses. I sighed once I managed to slip out of his hold.

I walked out of the kitchen into the living room, knowing Darrian was following close behind me, I could literally feel him staring into the back of my head, MAD hard.

I left the kitchen and entered the living room, aware that Darrian was trailing closely behind me; I could practically feel his intense gaze boring into the back of my head.

As we settled on the couch together, I reclined onto the armrest and switched on the TV, browsing through Netflix for a show to watch. Without a word, he simply sprawled on top of me. Resting his head on my chest, he nestled comfortably against me, using the gentle rise and fall of my breasts as a cushion for his weary head. His arms enveloped my waist, drawing me closer in a tender embrace, while soft kisses adorned my chest, each one a silent declaration of his affection.

I grinned as I ran my fingers through his tousled hair, giving his scalp a gentle massage that elicited a contented groan from him. "Ma you're taking too long to pick something" He yawned obviously tired, "Okay? I dont care sir" I laughed, "Give me the remote" he told me reaching for the remote, I put my arm up a bit so he wouldn't be able to grab it since his big ass was laying on me like he was a baby.

"Bruh" He sounded irritated as he looked at me blankly, "Watch ya fucking mouth nigga, I'll dead ass pop you in it" He hissed through his teeth, "Mmcht you won't" he teased, sitting up and snatching the remote from my hand. I clicked my tongue in mock annoyance as he settled back onto me, resuming his original position. with his head now wrested on one of my breasts.

"Damn, bae you know your head is big, you're gonna make my boobs lopsided" I groaned as I repositioned myself so that his head was on my chest but still kinda on my boobs.

He mumbled "Mmcht ma shut up..." I stared at him, ouu this nigga is lucky ion feel like fighting, because I would've been knocked him in his shit. I ran my fingers through his hair, a comforting ritual that always brought us closer. With a soft hum of agreement, he pulled me in tighter, as if to say, "I'm here, always." Then, with a knowing smile, he reached for the remote and switched on "On My Block," my favorite show, despite his supposed dislike for it.

"What else?" I blurted out, breaking the peaceful silence. He glanced up at me, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "What more do you dream for us?" I asked, eager to hear his thoughts. His hand trailed down to my waist, his touch gentle yet reassuring. As he pondered my question, his thumb traced soothing circles, painting a picture of our future together in the cozy glow of the TV.

"In my dream future, we're living it up in a Cali mansion," he began, his voice filled with excitement. "And of course, kids—three of them, our own little army," he added, his tone playful yet determined.

"Kids?" I interjected, unable to contain my surprise.

"Yep, three little troublemakers running wild," he confirmed, his sassiness shining through.

"Three? Fuck no," I laughed, shaking my head at his boldness.

"We'll see," I countered, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead before returning to the show. An hour later, his soft snores filled the room, signaling his peaceful slumber. I smiled as I reached for my phone, content to be trapped beneath him for a while longer.

As I searched for my phone, I realized I had picked up his by mistake. With a soft sigh, I glanced around the room, my eyes scanning the familiar surroundings until they settled on the kitchen where I remembered leaving it.

Deciding not to disturb his peaceful slumber, I settled back onto the couch, my gaze drifting up to the ceiling. His earlier words lingered in my mind, stirring a mix of emotions at the thought of our future together.

It was a quiet moment of reflection, the weight of his commitment sinking in. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the depth of his dedication. Lost in thought, I lay there, enveloped in the warmth of his presence and the promise of what lay ahead.

𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 !!! 𝘿𝙈 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.