Y/N POV
I was on my phone scrolling through my Insta Feed. All I'm seeing is women looking like plastic dolls with exaggerated filters making them look pale as fuck. Nothing interesting on here really. So I turned off my phone, I got bored.
I heard the door of my bed room open and my bed sunk down to accommodate the weight. I look over and it's my boyfriend Khayman. His eyes glued onto his phone. Where's my kiss at? This guy came into the room and didn't give me no love.
While his eyes were still glued to this phone, I snatched his phone away and hid it under my back.
"Bruh I'm not playing any games witchu Y/N." He said as he turns his figure towards me. I reached over and played with his beard. His eyes scanning my face.
"You're going to have to find a way to get your phone back, K." I said taunting him. He paused for a second, then he tries to slide his hands under my back. Nope, not getting it that easy.
"Babeee." He said, whining. He places his hand on my waist and pulls my body towards his. We had almost no space between us. Our chests were almost touching. He thinks he can lure me into his trap? Nope. One thing about me is that I can be real stubborn. He leaned over to close the gap between our lips. I, had other plans, and turned my head to the other direction.
His pillow-like lips land on my neck. I quickly wrap my legs around is legs, so they could stay in position. I grabbed both his large hands and place them on both sides of his head. So that way he's in a helpless position.
Bruh. This all got me huffing and puffing, but I still had a good grip on Khayman. "Look who is stronger than you." I said, clearly proud of myself. Khayman just stared at me, and shook his head.
All of a sudden, my body collided with sheets once more. My hands were kept captive in Khayman's hands. While my legs could not move under his weight. A bitch was stuck.
Not trying to give up this battle. I kept trying to wiggle out of Khayman's grip, with no prevail. His hold on me only got tighter.
"Y/N you know who's the stronger one here, don't trip" he said into my ears. Meanwhile I was still in his hold.
"Can you just let me go?" I whined, I should be the one who is winning. Not him.
"Sure, just stop playing these games" he said. Then he released his grip on my limbs. He swips his phone from the bed and says " I will be taking this, have a good day." Damn, he just gon leave me like that.
Khayman's facial expression softened as he sees me clearly upset.
He sits down next to me on the bed, and he grabs my waist and places me on his lap. " Are you mad, babe?" He says, his hands turn my fave so it could face him.
I was silent, I didn't answer him. I looked down at my nails. They need go be done Asap. When Khayman didn't get a response, he brings NY face closer to his. He eventually kisses me, and I kiss back after some time.
I took this opportunity to slide my hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. I pulled away from the kiss.
"I will be taking this. Have a good day." I said mocking him. I rose from his lap, and head for the door. That's what his ass gets. I need my nails done anyway.
I turned back, " Thanks babe." I said before heading to the nail salon.
