One Shots

ciroc | 21 savage

You dug your hand into the tub of coconut oil, baking soda, honey, and water and spread the concoction onto your face. It was really helping to fade your acne scars and give you a natural glow.

After that, you combed your hair then wrapped it and put your scarf and bonnet on. You got into bed and sighed. You were waiting on a text from your boyfriend, Shayaa, but you hadn't got one back in a few hours. Tonight was his brother's birthday so you didn't want to text him on that bullshit but you really missed your boyfriend and wanted to talk to him.

You decided to send him a goodnight text since you were really going to sleep and you didn't want him to try to text you later and get mad because you didn't text back. You sent the message and closed your eyes but your phone started vibrating and flashing.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw your boyfriend's contact name at the top of your phone. He was trying to FaceTime. You quickly slid your thumb over the green button at the bottom of your screen, answering the phone call. It said connecting for a few seconds and then you saw your boyfriend looking drunk and high.

His eyes were red and his nose was runny. One thing about him and liquor, is that he can't handle it. He can barely handle weed. Who knows who convinced him to do both drugs on the same night.

"Baby..." He slurred and put the phone against something so it could stand up by itself. "I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime." He sung and put his hand over his heart. "Let's get drunk all weekend."

"Baby, it's Tuesday." You laughed at his condition. You got out of bed and put on a pair of running shorts with a tank top. "Want me to come pick you up?"

"Nahhh cuhhhh, I'm finna drive home." He said into the phone with a bottle of Ciroc in his hand. "21! 21! 21!"

"Oh fuck no." You giggled and took your bonnet off. You wiped your face with your already damp rag and got back in the camera.

"I'm on my way, don't get in that car Shayaa Abraham." You scolded. You grabbed your phone and slipped on a pair of Puma slides then got your keys and ran outside to your car, without hanging up. You drove better when you were talking and you wanted to make sure he didn't try to drive home while you were driving over there.

You two had talked the whole ride. Well, Shayaa talked about his Henny adventures and how this dude tried to take his booty virginity, which you didn't think was a hundred percent true.

You got to his brothers house without the need of directions since you and Shayaa always go over there because he always hosts parties. You had to park on the grass because so many cars were scattered over the driveway and on the street.

You grabbed your keys and walked inside the house. The door was slightly ajar so you didnt even have to knock or anything. You weren't gonna knock anyway because you two were so close, but it would've been nice.

The house reeked of weed, ass, must, and throw up. The DJ was blasting DJ Khalid, Do You Mind. The party was slowly dying so that was gonna make it easier to find Shayaa. You went to the living room but didn't find him there. You were about to call him again but you heard singing coming from the kitchen.

"Tell me what to do, tell me what to do, tell me what to do when you see a bad bitch in front of you baybay." Shayaa sang to his brother who was in front of him and just as drunk and high as he was. You laughed because you knew that was his song. The song went off and the DJ started playing Playboi Carti.

"Babyyy." You sang. He looked everywhere but behind him, which was where you were. You rolled your eyes and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned and grinned, showing those shiny, gold grills he had in his mouth.

"Babygirlll." He slurred and kissed you roughly, sliding his tongue in your mouth. He backed back to the counter and put the bottle of Ciroc down. He made sure nobody was touching that or you, because he had his left hand resting on your toned ass and his right hand was clutching the bottle of Ciroc. "I missed ya."

"Mhm, I missed you too daddy." You rubbed his chest. He looked real snackish with his Gucci outfit and three chains. You bit your lip before kissing his chin. He was growing a beard and it was looking real good on him.

"Mannn, I been thinkin bout to fine ass all night mamas. I love you." He kisses your forehead and smiled.

"Nah baby it look like you been thinkin bout that Ciroc cause you haven't took ya hand off it this whole time." You laughed then he did too. He knew it was true. The Ciroc got more attention than you did.

"Yeah, dis my baby too. Baby, meet my otha baby." He kissed the bottle then handed it to you. You laughed and pushed it away.

"Boy you know ion like to share. Get that shit out my face." You chuckled and grabbed his hand. "Bye Chris, we'll be back for his car tomorrow."

"Bye cuh. Bye young nigga. Thanks fa turnin up wit me." They did their handshake. You grabbed the bottle of Ciroc and led him out to your black car. He got in the passenger seat and buckled up.

He looked like he had sobered up a lot, but you knew he hadn't. He was probably tryna act good for some pussy.

"Aye man." He licked his lips and looked at you while you started the car. "Lemme eat."

You grinned then rolled your eyes. "Boy move around." You backed out of the grass and drove toward your house. You didn't feel like driving to his house because it takes too long to get there.

"I'm forreal." He kissed your right thigh then licked his fingers in front of you.

Let's just say, he got to work.

You pulled into your driveway and hurried up and took your seatbelt off. You grabbed the Ciroc and quickly went to your porch and unlocked the door.

"Baby slow down." He kissed the back of your neck and then wrapped his arms around your waist. "The Ciroc ain't goin nowhere."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. He always thinking about some damn Ciroc.