Little Imagines (Rated R)

It's Not for the Money *Kirko Bangz*

Kirk's P.O.V

Y/n been tripping always fucking complaining about how late I am coming home from the studio, and how I party too much. But I'm always making money to support us and buy her things that she wants because I got it like that. Here I am pulling up to the house 2 p.m., here we go again. I walk in the house there she is "See you finally came home . . ." I take I deep breath "I told you I'm working to get this money, damn hop off my dick. That's all you want anyway." She gets in my face.

(Authors note: Armani wrote this part imagine. Had to just add props on this part, Girl went off!!)

"First off I'm not a gold-digger bitch, because if I was I would have been left your sorry ass. Second, it isn't always about the damn money!! It wasn't about money when I met you and it's not about money now. I've been your day one, your R.O.D. We've been together through thick and thin together! Even before he fame came upon us, I've been there for all that shit! You over here thinking I want your money. NO, fuck you and your money I'll buy my own, maybe you forgot I have a job too! I'm very fucking independent nigga." I went to talk but she cut me off "All I wanted was you're love and attention but I couldn't even get that when you going out every damn night, partying with these hoes! Now tell me why the fuck do I have to feel like I'm competing against some hoes to get your attention, I shouldn't have to feel like that at all."

Y/n P.O.V

I walked upstairs slamming the bathroom doors and turned on the shower. Not wanting to be around his bullshit I began to think about all the shit that has happened. How he probably doesn't want to be with me, and how he thinks I'm out for his fame . . . It's whatever.

Kirk's P.O.V

Her words replayed over and over again in my head and I knew I was in the wrong making things right was what I wanted to do, I walked in the bathroom I saw her perfectly fitted curves through the bathroom doors. "Baby. . . "She didn't answer me "Baby, I'm so sorry." She still doesn't answer me. "Just talk to me. Please don't give me the silent treatment" She finally answers "What is there to say? First you accuse me of using you for money, like calling me a gold-digger. Then, you don't even want to be with me so . . . why are we talking?" By now I'm in the shower with her.

"Baby you're wrong though, I want you . . . all of you." I kiss from her neck to her shoulders. Fighting the moans, she managed to speak "stop it I'm trying to be mad with you" I brush my lips against her ear and whispered to her "baby you and I both know you can't stay be mad at me for long." She pushed her ass on me trying to move me but I grab her hips. "Baby you know I'm stronger then you and rubbing your ass on my dick making shit worse for yourself." My hand massaged her clit as my other hand held her breast. Throwing her head back she covered her mouth as she muffled the moans that came out.

I pick her up and take her to the bedroom. I climb on top of her positioning my dick at her entrance. I started off slow feeling how her walls gripped my dick. I laced our fingers together as I stroke harder. I place my head in her neck as her moans became louder; her breathing becomes heavy as her walls tighten around me. I flip us over and she begins to ride me. My hands roamed to her body, smack her ass and grip it moving up and down her breast bouncing up and down as she rides me. Placing her arms around my neck I sucked on her breast. "Mmm Kirk I'm about to cum!" I bounce her harder on my lap making her throw her head back "Me too baby" I flip us over once more placing her legs over my shoulders and gave deep long powerful thrust. She scratched my arms and came I cum with one last thrust. I pull her to me and hold her burring my face in her neck "I'm sorry baby . . ." She whispers "I forgive you"