paris
kota
namil
yooo
paris
are u coming or what
namil
how ima come and yo parents there
paris
i already told u i know what ima tell them
paris
nigga i got ts down pat bring dat ass rn!!!!
namil
aight hol on
Paris eagerly got out of bed, slipping on her skull patterned black pj pants and then grabbed his Chrome Hearts jacket, that he left one night, to go over her naked chest from when she got out the shower.
She then dug in her closet and went into her safe where she kept anything she was trying to hide from her family, cursing under her breath when seeing she was out of condoms. She locked it back and grabbed her phone to see if Namil had any.
paris
koter kat we need condoms bookie
namil
stop calling me that and i dont have any rn
paris
my sister only gave me 3 last time and im already out
namil
well we fuckin raw cause ion got none...
paris
nigga i am not tryna get pregnant right now come onnn brooo
namil
bro? get off my phone and you sure do be tellin me to nut in u😂
Paris huffed, getting up to go to her older sister's room. Her sister told her to not run out so quick but almost every time the two seen each other they'd always fuck. "Rome." Paris said as she entered her sister's room.
"What's up?" She said as she continued to apply her lashes. "Can I get like 3 more condoms please?" She smiled awkwardly. "Paris.." "I know I know, but at least I'm trying to be safe." She tried to reason with the older girl, sitting on her bed behind her.
"Since when did y'all start fuckin like this? Oh my god." Rome spun around in her chair to face her. "Ever since like the beginning of 11th gradeee now come onnn." The two whispered when they spoke.
"Girl you better use these slowly, you been using these up fast as hell." Paris nodded as she watched Rome give her five.
"Thank you! I'll be home in like an hour and a half." Paris quietly shrieked as she stuffed the condoms in the jacket pocket and hugged Rome before leaving out. Paris almost made it out the door until her parents stopped her.
"Where are you going this late?" Her mom asked, rising from the dinner table. "I was gonna hang out with Namil tonight since he just got back home from tour yesterday." She said, her hand still on the door. "Well it is pretty late, what are y'all gonna do?" She asked.
Damn just let me go!! "Probably get something to eat and talk, I don't think I'll be long." Paris said. "Alright, be safe! Love you!" Her mom said hesitantly but decided to let the teen go. "Love you too!" She said, eagerly going out the front door to see Namil waiting in his matte black AMG in the driveway.
She snickered as she rushed down the steps and hopped in the passenger seat, Namil looking at her as if she was crazy. "I was only gone for a week." He said as She hugged his neck, kissing his cheek repeatedly.
"And a half." She corrected him, kissing his lips before putting on her seat belt. "Where you tryna go?" He asked as they backed out of the driveway.
"Somewhere to chill, I like being in your presence but my parents still iffy on letting you come in." She said. "Well did you have fun on tour?" She asked as they pulled up to a red light.
"Hell yeah, that shit was fun as fuck I prolly fucked like how many girls? Bout 8." He said.
"Really? Was the pussy good?" She played along, being just as enthusiastic as him. He knew better than to ever do her any wrong, knowing she was from New Orleans and her grandmother was heavily into voodoo.
