F*ck What You Heard,You're Mine

Chapter 11

Janaya P.O.V

(3 months later)

Our short gasps for air filled the room as I collapsed on him.

"Khyree?" I breathed out.

"Yea" he answered. I layed my head on his chest listening to the loud thumps.

"Am I still tight" I asked curiously. He laughed in response. I slapped his chest.

"Ouch, chill out bruh. But real talk, yea yu tight as fuck. Shit, yu tha tighest I ever had." he finally answered. I let out a breath of relief.

"Why" he asked. I shrugged.

"I dont kno, I mean we have sex like every fuckin day and I dont wanna be stretched then yu gon leave me for some bitch tht is tight" I said honestly. He laughed and gripped my waist pulling me up so I can sit up. I was straddling him while he laid down.

"Yu ain't gotta worry bout me leavin yu shawty" he said while looking into my eyes causing me to smile. He used his index and middle finger to write imaginary letters on the top of my naked right breast. I looked at his fingers as he wrote the familiar word. When he was done he smiled.

"Yu want me to get that there" I asked. He smirked at me and nodded.

"That shit would be sexy as fuck" he smiled.

"I get yur name if yu get mine, right...

here" I trace my fingers over his forearm. He looked into eyes.

"Yu deadass?" he asked. I smirked and nodded.

"Ight" he shrugged.

"I could get, I love Khyree, right where yu want it" I rubbed my hand across where he wanted the tattoo.

"Yu love me shawty" he asked. I looked back directly into his eyes and nodded.

"Mhmm" I hummed as I felt my cheeks start to burn. He smiled widely.

"I could get, I love Janaya, exactly where yu want it too" he smirked. A big smile spread across my face as I leaned down to kiss him. I detached our lips but rest my forehead on his  while we stare in eachothers eyes.

"Yu love me shawty?" I asked with my fake accent.

"Mayne, shut ya ass up" And...There is the Khyree I kno, I thought while his hand came to the back of my neck pulling me into another kiss.

My phone started ringing but I aint feel like movin.

"Khy could yu stretch and get tht please" I asked. He stretched his hand to the dresser and got it. He looked on the screen and his whole facial expression changed as he raised an eyebrow.

"Yu still fuckin wit this nigga" he asked me as he lift me off him and sat up. I was confused as shit so I looked at the screen in his hand. Quan.

"He just my friend" I answered.

"Ya friend my ass, I told yu stop fuckin wit him" his voice started to raise.

"But he juss my friend. What if I was wit him and he wanted me to stop fuckin wit yu" I asked.

"The point is tht yu not wit tht nigga. Tht bitch nigga trynna get at my girl and I dont want no nigga around yu thts trynna fuck yu" he yelled.

"Khyree  I dont feel like arguing, imma juss stop talkin to him okay?" I lied.

"Man, whatever" he said and laid back down wit his hands behind his head.

"Khy yu mad at me" I asked and pouted. He aint answer so I rolled back on him to straddle him.

"Can we cuddle?" I pouted and batted my eyelashes. He stared at me blankly. So I laid my head on his chest.