Aubrey Joseph/Tyrone Johnson Imagines

Aubrey Joseph || Gimme a Kiss (Part 2)

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"Shawty".

"Baby".

"Sweetheart".

"Honey".

"Babygirl".

"Alright do we have to do this every class?", you asked, "I'm already with your ugly ass".

"Mhm but it's more fun messin witchu", he replied smirking,"and I ain't ugly babygirl".

You rolled your eyes and tried to focus on the assignment. After a few minutes, you felt a certain pair of eyes staring at you.

"What", you asked.

"You beautiful when you concentratin' like that", he complimented, his eyes staring intensely into yours.

Your heartbeat quickened and you couldn't help but smile. You leaned forward to give him a quick kiss but, he grabbed your chin so he could make it last longer.

"Do y'all niggas mind?", Michael asked, his voice full of agitation.

"Nah", Aubrey snickered, continuing to kiss you as long as he pleased.

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The end of the day rolled around and Aubrey decided to take you to his house. On the ride there, he took you to the store to get some snacks.

"Whatchu want babygirl?", he asked and you brought a finger to your chin, thinking.

"Hmm I'll take {Whatever you want}".

He paid for it, despite your protests, and drove you to his home. You both finally get there and you glance at the nice house in front of you.

"Your house looks amazing!", you gaped and he chuckled.

"It's aight", he replied and you shook your head.

"Your parents must be rich".

"Nah my father's a doctor", he replied.

You walked inside the house and look around, smiling at the sight around you.

"Where are your parents?", you asked.

"In another country for right now", he answered.

"So you're all alone?", you questioned, plopping down on the couch.

"Yeah", he said, plopping down next to you and putting his arm around you.

You leaned into his arm and took a sniff on his cologne.

"You smell good", you smiled, your voice muffled in his shirt.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You too baby", he chuckled, "whatchu wanna do?".

"We could watch a movie", you suggested and he nodded.

"Aight". He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, putting on a random movie from Netflix.

After an the movie ended, you stood up and stretched. "Damn, I'm hungry."

"Whatchu want to eat?", he asked.

"Hmm", you said, "chicken alfredo".

"I gotchu", he said, heading to the kitchen.

You pursed your lips together. "You can cook?".

"Yeah shawty", he replied,"I be throwin' down in the kitchen".

You giggled as he took the stuff he needed to make the meal. After some time, he finished and scooped some pasta on two plates. He set them on the counter and you both sit down to eat. You took a bite and moaned in delight.

"This is good".

"I told you", he replied cockily and you rolled your eyes.

You both got done eating and you were about to go back to the couch when he stopped you.

"Whatchu doing?", he asked.

"Going to bed?", you answered, although your tone was more of a question than an answer. He shook his head and chuckled.

"You sleepin' with me".

"I don't think so", you smirked, and he rolled his eyes and went over to pick you up. He walked up the stairs with you in his arms to his room. He handed you one of his oversized shirts and you thanked him.

"Go change", he said, his voice soft and deep.

You walked into the bathroom and changed out of your clothes into his oversized t-shirt. You smiled, the smell of him on the shirt. You walked out the bathroom and climbed into his soft and cozy bed. You felt him climb in after you and wrap his arms around your waist. Eventually, you fell asleep to the sound of the air conditioner and silence, feeling safe wrapped in Aubrey's arms.