Dreamboat | Lil Yachty

17

This Chapter gets a little sexual so skip if that bothers you.
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"You couldn't sleep?" Miles asks, cuddling into my body.

"No," I mumble, felling a wave of sleepiness wash over me. "It didn't feel right not having you there. I'm sorry for blowing up on you, it was stupid."

"Nah baby," he kisses my forehead. "I called you out your name and dragged you out when I knew you was tired. I'm sorry."

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I don't remember falling asleep until I woke up on top of Miles the next morning.

"Bruh y'all woke up my girl but I told y'all to be quiet," Miles says from beneath me.

"I'm not tripping," I mumble, rubbing on my eyes.

"Good morning," he says to me with a squeeze.

"Hey."

"So I just got a call from my nigga Quavo and he wants me and some other people to make an appearance at his LA show," he says as I sit up.

"From the Migos?" I say, trying to hide my excitement. "That sounds like you'll have a lot of fun."

"You too," Miles says. "You coming with me."

"I'm not tryna get in your way nor be a distraction to you," I giggle. "You got work to do."

"I take you with me anytime I can. You're part of the team and you're my support."

"Well when you say it like that I just have to go."

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"Man," Miles mumbles, kissing on my neck. "Why are you distracting me."

"You can pack your stuff now, no one is stopping you."

He decided to pack his suitcase for LA the very night before we left when we left early tomorrow. His procrastination and his fascination with me don't mix well because he isn't getting anything done.

"No, yo sexy ass up here stopping me," he says, putting his hands on my hips. He continues kissing all on me until he starts tugging down on my shorts.

"No," I say smacking his hands. "You need to pack before you don't have no clothes to wear."

"I will right after," he says, positioning himself between my legs an rubbing his hands on my thighs.

"Nah it's 12 now and we take off at 4, get your stuff together."

He sticks his tongue at me and playfully lays on top of me.

"Miles get your heavy ass off of me," I say, trying to push him off.

"Nah you comfortable."

I tried to push him off over and over for like 5 minutes until finally he rolled off and onto the other side of the bed. He surprises me by grabbing me and placing me on top of him.

"I like the way this looks," he says, holding onto my hips tightly.

"I do too," I say innocently, placing my hands onto his lower stomach. He rubbed his hands up and down my sides with a huge smile.

"Ooh you're getting to be a freak," Miles says.

"Only for you Miles and only because of you," I say, readjusting myself.

"Quit moving around before I really have to handle you," he mumbles, as I continue to move back and forth. He only had on boxers too so I could already feel his excitement.

"Pack Miles," I sat. "We have a lifetime to fuck around but a few hours to get your shit together."

I get off him and he groans, getting up and going in his closet. I hear him mumbling but I just ignore him. He comes out the closet twenty minutes later with his stuff and parks it right near the door.

"I'm finished mother," he jokes, sliding into the bed and next to me.

"Finally," I said, closing my eyes. "Only took you a week."

"Now," he says, kissing on my neck yet again. "Where was I?"

"Hmm," I say smirking. "We were at the part where I was up here." I climb back on top him, straddling his waist like before.

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