August Alsina imagines

Breaking Up.

"August!" You whined, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"No, ion wanna here that shit. We not getting back together." He muttered, unpausing the game and starting it.

"Fine." You mumbled trying to get up. He threw the controller down, grabbed you by your waist and pulling you in his lap.

"Baybeh. It was just a joke." He smiled, kissing your neck.

"Get fuck off me!" You yelled, trying to move his hands. He chucked.

"Fine hoe. Gone be childish." He replied, pushing you off his lap.

"I fucking hate you." You rolled your eyes, grabbing the controller and throwing it on the floor, breaking it.

He jumped up and grabbed your arm, pushing you into the wall forcefully.

"Listen. Ion respect you coming to my crib, and breaking my shit." He says through gritted teeth.

You smile, all you wanted was to make him mad. It was fun for you.

"Move nigga." You laughed, pushing him off you.

"You so damn bipolar." He let go of you.

"So what, now say goodbye to my ass. Cause you won't be getting this no more." You smirked, walking towards the door. He followed after you, grabbing it.

"Baybeh, this here. Is mine, all Aug's. Get a nigga clapped if you want." He told you, wrapping his arms around your waist then putting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Mhm." You smiled.

"Why we always breakin' up? Only to make up?" He kissed your cheek.

"Cause I can't stand you." You mumbled.

"What was that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing baby." You turned to him, pecking his lips.

"No more break ups, okay?" He says in a serious tone.

"Okay."