One Shots

thuggin | key glock

You sat in your boyfriend's car blowing smoke while he played the trap music. You were the happiest when you were high and with him. And lucky for you, you were both of those things at that very moment.

"Put the beam to ya chest and make ya do the Harlem Shake!" You yelled as he turned up the radio. That was your song. Nashville's summertime anthem.

He was recording you on the snap. You were cheesing while running your hands through your blonde bundles. You started stacking and he started laughing. You learned it all from him. He was your everything. His lil fine ass.

"Aye roll up." He said while finishing the blunt.

"Nigga you know I does this shit." You said and pulled a blunt out of your purse. You keep them rolled because you always tryna get high. You not even stressed or going through nothing, you just like to be high and he understands that more than anybody. Probably why yall started dating.

"Awwww yeaaaaahhhhh." He turned around a corner. All his friends were sitting outside on their porch. They were smoking with a few of their bitches of the week.

"Play some of ya music baby." You rubbed his thigh then took his phone since it was connected to the aux. You went through his notes because that's where all his unreleased songs are. You played your favorite one yet, his 'Who Run It' remix. He really snapped.

"You my biggest fan huh?" He grinned with the blunt in his hand. You looked at him and the blunt and didn't know who you loved more.

"Duh baby." You chuckled and kissed his nose. He wrapped his fingers around your throat as you two kissed before biting your lip.

"Lil mama, don't get nothin started. You know how I get when I'm high." He fixed his pink Nike shorts to hide his boner. You laughed and bent your head down to his boner, making it pop up once again.

"And you know how I get too. Now pull in the garage and lemme give ya a lil sum sum."