One Shots

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You sat on the grey rocking chair that was in the corner of the living room. It was almost 4 in the morning and Kentrell wasn't home. You tried to be understanding and comply with his extravagant lifestyle but he usually called or let you know if he was gonna be out, but tonight he didn't.

You left him over 10 messages and called him about 8 times but he didn't answer any. You kept thinking of all the negative things he could've gotten into, like a shootout or a fight with one of these wanna be rappers in the Rouge but one thing plagued your mind the most: cheating.

You two had been together since before he got famous and even through all the trials and tribulations, he's never cheated on you before but tonight didn't feel the same. It's like you knew something wrong was happening but you didn't know what it was so you couldn't stop it.

Your mind continued to wander until you heard a noise at the door. You heard the lock rattle before it slowly twisted. Kentrell just walked in, not even trying to be discrete. He was obviously high but that didn't matter to you.

"So where the fuck have you been? You know it's 4 in the morning right?" He waved you off before walking up the white stairs. You followed him up, calling him a different name after each stair.

"Don't start bruh. Forreal." He rubbed his temples and laid on the bed. You're usually really understanding but he had you fucked up. You observed him while he was laying down, he had a small red mark on his neck and another on his collarbone that his collared Louis Vouitton shirt couldn't cover.

You raised your eyebrows before putting your hand in a fist and punching him dead in the jaw. He tensed up and slowly sat up.

"Bruh keep yo hands offa me, forreal." He was mad as hell but you didn't care. You hit him again in his other jaw before clocking him dead in his jaw.

He picked you up and slammed you on the floor before punching you in your jaw. You punched him in the nose again and got on top of him.

He smiled up at you before rubbing his hands up and down your body. He had always loved that aggressive shit, his freaky ass.

"Get down there." He pushed your head down to his red boxers. You could definitely smell the perfume down there.

"Nah. You first." You pulled your shorts and panties off and sat on his face.

"You taste so damn good." He gripped your thighs and stuck his tongue further inside you.

You nodded and chuckled to yourself. "Yeah I bet." You tried to reframe yourself from laughing at the fact that he was slurping up his best friends cum right out of you.