Mariah Williams 💫
"Man, move." I giggle, pushing YB away as he hugged me tightly. It was quiet for the first time in forever. I was alone, having some me time when this nigga randomly popped up.
"Naww." He mumbled into my neck.
"Man, why you even hea'?" I tried to step back, and he finally let me go.
"I need my Bape jacket. The black one."
"Awww, I liked wearing that one." I whined and he smirked.
"You wear my clothes when I ain't here?"
"Nigga, don't even put it like that. I can't afford no damn Bape right now. The jacket is cute."
"Whateva'. Whea it at, though?" He went to my room and I followed. I pointed to my closet. He started searching through the bottom.
"Nigga, it's hangin' up." I rolled my eyes.
"I know." I heard his muffled voice.
"Then what the hell is you doin'?"
"Who shirt this is?" He held up a Los Angeles shirt with red roses and bandana print. I knew it was mine, for when I wanna dress less feminine.
"DeAndre's. " I mumbled, making him look at me like I was dumb.
"Who the fuck is DeAndre?"
"Mind ya business." I waved him off, rolling over to make a Snapchat video. I started recording and he kept talking.
"Man, that is my business." I sucked my teeth.
"It's not, though. But, shut up so I can be cute." I rolled my eyes, starting another one. He snatched my phone and sat on top of me.
"BRO!" I mugged him, squirming. He was looking mad as hell.
"Who is it?"
"Man, do it matter?"
"Yeah, 'cause you givin' my pussy away."
"Huh? Nigga, I done told you this my pussy."
"When I gih ya dat work, ion wanna hear none of it." His voice got low.
"Ew, no." I tried to act like I wasn't phased.
"So, wassup. Show me ol' boy."
"Nigga, I ain't showin' you shit." I pouted. He leaned down and started kissing my neck.
"Boy, what are you doin'?"
"Showin' that nigga who's it is."
"Yeen gotta show him. He know it's his." My voice shook as he kissed my spot.
"Man, stop fuckin' playin' wimme." He mumbled, hitting me in the thigh.
"Owww, you abusive as hell. Get offa me, ion feel like coverin' no hickeys."
"Don't cover 'em, them."
"Man, imma call yo' bitch on FaceTime and expose yo' ass." I threatened.
"Now, you know Yeen got ha numba." Damn.
"I can always get in her DMs."
"Do it." I sucked my teeth.
"M-man, ion like you."
"You like this, though." I pushed him off me, making him hit the floor.
"Imma beat yo' ass."
"Boy, please." I started looking at my neck in the mirror.
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Hell And Back (NBA Youngboy)- COMPLETED
Fanfiction"Long as I'm livin', a nigga won't touch you and get away wit' that shit." Started ✨07/24/17 Completed ✨10/17/17
