gang related ≠ d.l

6

°Day 6°
"how come i didnt notice that the other night?" derek asked, checking out my thigh tattoo. he grazed his thumb against it, goosebumps forming on my legs. "i dont know. guess you dont pay good enough attention," i smiled, pushing his hand away from me. "why so shady ma?" he said, looking at me. "just because you took me, doesnt mean you can touch me," i spoke, looking directly into his brown eyes. his expression went plain, staring at the tv. "i do what i want," he said, changing the channel. i scoffed, standing up and walking upstairs. i knocked on KDLs door, hearing a come in. i walked in, shutting the door behind me. "can i ask you something?" i asked, laying down beside him on his bed. "go ahead," he said, wrapping his arm around me. "why is derek so demanding?" i asked.
he chuckled, pulling me on top of him. "its derek. usually he gets what he wants. girls obey him. worship him. beg for him, plead for him. anything he wants, he gets. but with you, its different. you can resist him. he doesnt know what to do about it," he spoke, rubbing my back. "so, hes confused?" i asked, sitting up to where i was straddling him. he smiled, holding onto my thighs. "yep. he doesnt know what to do," he said. i rubbed his chest, tracing over it. he hummed, looking at me. "why are you looking at me?" i asked, placing my hands flat on his bare chest. "just to," he smiled. i rolled my eyes, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
if i trusted anyone in this house, it was KDL.
i got off of him, and went back downstairs to derek. this is how this game is played, bitch. i sat on his lap, straddling him. he looked up at me, then put his attention back on the tv. i smiled, kissing from his neck up to his jaw. a much needed breath came from his lips. i kissed up to the corner of his lips, then pulled away. he gave me a stern look. "what?" i asked innocently, adjusting myself upon his lap. he groaned, telling me i moved across a "special place". "stop playin ma. this wont end well for you," he said, gripping onto my thick thighs harshly. "playin? i dont know what your talking about, papi," i whispered into his ear. another groan escaped, causing me to giggle. "fuck, rin. stop it, im serious," he said, biting his lip. "fine," i said. getting off of him. "what. no no, i didnt mean it," he said, standing up and grabbing my wrist. "oh, but, see derek; its how you said it," i smiled. i sashayed away, smiling. "did she just have me begging for her? thats not how it goes," derek said, causing my smile to grow wider. oh, but it is. and soon, ill have you wrapped around my finger.
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