A SHORT STORY
"Be good for me Aaliyah."
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In which Aaliyah wants Kenan but Kenan is a walking traffic light.
-UNRELATED sequel to PUPPY LOVE-
+18/ SHORT STORY
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I was determined to be productive today.
My Professors had emailed a brief overview of the modules for the semester and I wanted to read on all of it.
I knew mechanical engineering was going to be a very full on course but, I loved working with my hands. I know my mum did engineering too so I know I got my love for the subject from her.
Women in tech.
Sensational.
I did my morning routine and since I hadn't really been seeing much of Kenan the past two weeks, I assumed I was home alone again.
He was very much always in the gym or out. Doing what, I don't know. But I did like that he was on task when it came to his share of the housework.
We managed to get ourselves on some sort of rota and his cooking wasn't absolutely awful either. He didn't complain on text when I made Korean dishes so I assumed he could handle spice.
It was the little things and I didn't see him much but, I think it's progress.
My pyjama pants were really getting tighter around my butt area but were kind of loose on the waist... none of my clothes were fitting the way I wanted them to and it was annoying...
I didn't really pay attention as I made a beeline for the kitchen reaching for my favourite thermal cup. I wanted to hole myself up in the study room with a blanket and my laptop and my cute cup-
"That ass is fat," I heard a deep voice chuckle before whistling.
I never turned around so fast.
I was horrified to find three pair of eyes looking at me intently. I felt my cheeks redden and quickly looked down catching Kenan openly looking at my waist and exposed stomach.
What is the thought process behind making this shirt this cropped?!
"I didn't know anyone was down here," I mumbled with a bashful smile feeling extremely shy with the three men still staring at me. I crossed my arms hopping that it'd cover my chest a bit more but... I only had a tank top on.
"Don't mind us," the one who commented earlier smiled, "you can go on ahead and turn around again."
"Stop fucking with her Kyrie," Kenan mumbled playfully slapping the back of the guy's head. "Ignore him Aaliyah."
"Aaliyah is a pretty name," the other guy complimented and I thanked him still feeling shy.
"This is Kyrie and Hakeem," Kenan introduced. "Kyrie is a bit slow so I apologise in advance," he informed making Kyrie kiss his teeth.
"Nice to meet you all," I greeted with a slight bow. I kicked myself mentally for still bowing but the guys didn't really seem to mind.
Kenan and his friends went back to watching a game on tv and I hurried up and made my tea before going back to my productive day. ...
I was deeply engrossed in a scene of Wall-E trying to not cry when I felt the sofa dip beside me. I briefly made eye contact with Kenan as we greeted each other.
He spread his legs wide settling into the couch. He had one arm thrown on the back of the coach and the other resting in the armrest.
He smelled of soap too so he had probably taken a shower. I'm not sure of when he even arrived from the gym.
"You out here watching kids movies," Kenan questioned after a few minutes.
"Disney is for all ages," I defended with a pout wiping a tear reacting to something happening in the movie.
"But... mostly kids," he continued. I was aware he was teasing me and I saw a smile when I glared at him.
I couldn't really focus on the movie after a while because I was just... so aware of him. And I wanted to just look at his perfect side profile and the way he just-
Why am I so hot?
"Why are you staring at me?"
His brown eyes met mine and I felt myself heat up even more. There is just something so intense about him...
"You look different," I blurted out immediately regretting it. It sounded dumb.
"You look different too," he replied after a bit of silence. His eyes purposely lingered on my lips as he maintained a neutral expression. "People grow up."
There was a bit of silence but none of us broke eye contact. I was starting to feel something I hadn't felt before... just hot and... I don't know.
"Kenan."
It felt like it was the first time I was saying his name like that... Kenan.
"Aaliyah."
It sounded perfect when his deep voice said it.
"I'm hot," I whispered feeling shy.
"Where?"
Where... everywhere... especially down there... but should I say that? I hesitated for a bit bitting my lip. I think... it would be too filthy to say that...
It's dirty...
"You're too innocent for your own good," he smiled softly running his thumb along my bottom lip so I would stop biting it. "Don't say guy's names in that tone you just said mine, ok?"
It was calm but something about his assertiveness made me nod. "Good girl, Aaliyah."
Why do I have a pulse down there?
What is wrong with my body right now?
I saw Kenan stand up and I instinctively grabbed his hand. I don't know why but I just didn't want him to leave... I just- he couldn't leave right now. We were having a moment.
"Aaliyah, I don't like innocent girls."
"I-im not," I replied immediately feeling stubborn. "I'm not an innocent girl."
He leaned close to my face and I looked down feeling that same feeling from earlier start to rise up again. I felt his mouth close to ear before he said something that made me choke on air.
"So why are you acting like you can't tell me I make that pussy wet with a glance?"
