I've been dying to do one like this! I may or may not do the rest of the crew since I'll be busy, but I wanted to try my hand at smut and see how I do. Don't forget to vote and comment!
Prince only. (He's gonna be really mean in this.)
"Fuck off!" he groaned.
"Jacob, please." you exclaimed sadly. "It's just dinner at my mom's."
"Hell no! I don't like your mom, and she sure as hell doesn't like me. Why go to something I'm not welcome to?"
"Please? Just do it for me."
He gave you a side eye and turned back over to finish his nap. "Go away."
You groaned in frustration. "Jake stop being a dick." you ripped the covers off him. "Please?"
"No."
"Jake-"
"No."
"Please, I-"
"No."
"Jake-"
He sat up. "If I go to this fucking family dinner, will you stop worrying about it?"
"Yes."
"Then fine." he stood up and stretched. "Give me my baby lotion."
You furrowed your brow.
".......For my hair."
"Oh. Here."
He walked into the bathroom and started running the sink. "Your mom better not piss me off. I'll check her annoying ass, okay? Cool. Good talk."
"Jay, that's still my mother."
"She could be Rosa fucking Parks for all I care. I. Don't. Like. Her. She irks the fabric of my soul." he mumbled, cleaning his ear piercings.
"Baby, I thought you were a feminist."
"I am." he brushed past you and put on one of his misfit t-shirts. "That's not a woman."
"Jacob!" you exclaimed. "I don't like her much either, but please be civil."
"Fine."
Once he was dressed, he sauntered up to you and pecked your lips. "I love you." he said.
"I love you too." you smiled.
"C'mon, let's go so I can come home and go back to sleep."
**
"Ma?" I yelled out. "Jacob and I are here."
"Come in here and set the table!"
Jacob groaned loudly. "Odio aquì, my nigga." (I hate it here my nigga.) we walked into the kitchen where my mama was stirring some rice in a pot.
"Jacob, calm down!" I whisper-yelled.
"Shut your ass up." he whisper-yelled back.
