Rapper Preferences And Imagines

Kay Flock - Sex w My Ex

Decided I'll b adding Domani, Kay Flock, Iann Dior, Joey BadAss and maybe Cordae, we'll see. Yal fuckin w that?

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Damn, I hated him.

It had been over a week since he'd last  been here, since he'd left my apartment in the early hours of the morning with a kiss on my cheek and a promise to hit my line soon.

But my line stayed silent as the days went by. I already knew this was how it was with Kay - he was in and out of my life as sporadically as his posts on Instagram. Music, and who knows what else kept him busy and distracted. I always tried to be understanding, a bigger part of me was tired of always being left waiting and wondering.

I know I changed his contact name to simply "🚮" to discourage myself from interacting, but seeing that damn "whatchu up to mama?" text had me staring at my phone.

Kevin always had me questioning boundaries with him. He came and went as he pleased no matter how often I cursed him out about it.

Loyalty was always my issue, we had history and even when we were just friends I held him down. Maybe that's why he dated me in the first place, but I push that thought away because I feel the tears burning my eyes.

I throw my phone to the side and head to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients to make chicken pasta. Just eat the hurt away I guess.

I check the time of the stove, 8:52 in white light looking back at me. Its not even that late, usually he texts at 12-2 am. I sit the skillet down and let it heat up as I chop up onion, spinach and bell peppers. I drop a little oil in the skillet, and take the chicken out of the bowl. I'm not even hungry, my mind is racing wondering what I did, what I said maybe that made-

Focus on the food, Lia.

Water boiling? Check. Chicken just about done? Check.

I continue cooking, focusing on rocking the knife as I cut things up and put everything into a bowl. I look up again, 9:27.

Very on time, nice job, Magnolia.

As soon as my ass touches the barstool, someone knocks on my door. I huff, standing up.

"Gia? I thought you weren't com-" I start as I open the door, but don't see my best friend standing in front of me. "Why are you here, Kay?"

"What do you mean, baby? I texted but you ain't hit me back." He cocks his head at me as the corner of my bottom lip slides in my mouth. "I missed you." He says after a few beats of silence, sliding his hand on the back of my neck and pressing a kiss on the top of my head. Instinctively, I lean into it, closing my eyes and enjoying his touch.

I care so much more than I'd like to admit.

"I was cooking, its still kinda early and I thought you were doing other things anyways."

"Nah, you know what I'm like about you, Lia. I saw that seen, waited 20 minutes then said I had to slide through to check on my baby." My chest tightened. Or maybe your just horny, screamed out in my mind.

"No Kay, not this time. I'm tired of wasting my nights waiting for you to remember I exist. If you want me, you gotta want all of me. Not just when it's convenient for you." He sighs, pressing another kiss on my head.

"Its not even like that, and you know it. I just been bus-"

"You always say that, then you randomly come over, and magically mysteriously, your sleeping in my bed, then your hard and pressing all on me, then we're fucking and your telling me how much I mean to you and you'll come around more but news flash! You never do." I push his hand away, taking a step back. "I'm sick of feeling like a fucktoy, like I'm just a hole to cum in then sit to the side, pull it back out when you need it."

"Nolia, I never wanted to make you feel like that. Honestly. I know I been iffy, and I'm sorry. I been out, doin' shit ian got no business, stuff you'd cuss me out about. I just figured if I do that shit away from you then..."

"Give it to me." I hold out my hand, my voice catching for a second.
"Noli-"
"Give it to me, Kay!" Kay pulls the handgun out his waistband and I scoff. "Fucking seriously? So you abandon me to go do the same shit that got you in jail the first time? What happened to working on our relationship so we can get back together?"

"Fuck bruh, I am! Ian shooting nobody I'm just-"

"Waving the gun around? Lettin' everyone know you got it? I should report this, then maybe you'll take this seriously."

"You gon' report me, Nolia?" Disbelief flashes on his face before anger. "Gimme my shit, you buggin'"

"Your buggin'! You think your life is a game, you think my time is a game, you think my loyalty is a game. Everything is a damn joke right? Haha hehe?" I'm panting, my hands shaking in anger. "Actually, take your shit and don't ever come to my house again. Fuck you, fuck allem niggas you hanging around that don't care about your life, fuck your music career, all of it!" I shove the gun into his hand and push him out the door, slamming it and locking it.

I shouldn't have opened that damn door.

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-V