Tough Love *COMPLETED*

Chap 16. ♪ "Teddy"

Aya Weathers

"Man, how many days has it been?" Chris whined.

"It's been five Chris. Calm down." I threw my calves over his lap and opened my laptop.

"It feels like 30. I just wanna fuck. That's all I'm asking you for. Just one time." He pleaded, running his hand down my thigh.

"I know you remember the deal as well as I do." I chuckled slightly.

"This isn't fair." He protested.

"You'll be fine. Come on, let's get something done."

"I can't even think straight. Then you're dressed like that, how am I supposed to focus?" He motioned to my sleepwear. It was a maroon cropped tank top with black drawstring shorts. My hair was pulled into a messy bun and I didn't wear my signature glasses. I can't see very well, but I don't feel like wearing them.

"Chris, I slept in this." I augmented my eyebrow.

"Let me put you back to sleep. Fuck you back to sleep, girlll." He sang. Why do I like him?

"Chris, did you take Viagra before you came over?" I asked him in a serious tone. I know this nigga already got some fucked up hormones, but gee golly.

"No. I smoked a blunt, but that's normal." He shrugged. I shook my head and began typing away on my laptop. Chris's hand transferred over to my thigh. Oh he thinks he's slick. I pushed it off and turned my attention back to my computer. Little did he know, I was writing about all this.

I nodded to a preferred beat I had in my head, trying to piece the lyrics with the tempo. Chris looked at me with a pout, causing me to lose my train of thought in my laughter.

"Chris, stop looking at me like that and listen."

"Said I tried to spend a day without you and it's hard to do. Baby, it's the things you do. It make a nigga go crazy. Cause I'm addicted to you, fuck. And I know I don't wanna keep lying, I need a little you and me time." I stopped singing to try I figure out what to piece there next.

"I see what you're doing. Making fun of my sexual frustration and shit. I got this." He moved my laptop to the side.

"I wanna lick your, ooh, pussy keep crying. And the neighbors telling us to keep quiet. Girl, just let go and let this happen. Close your eyes, feel my magic stick-" He was about to continue until I interrupted.

"Magic stick, Chris?" I raised my eyebrow with a chuckle.

"Girl stop playing with me, this dick is magical." He replied with a smirk.

"We keep fucking up these mattresses," I resumed.

"And my back got all these scratches. Rough sex, when we practicing, uh," He didn't know what else to say after, so I brainstormed.

"Going at it." I filled in.

"And just like that, we have wrote a song." He cheesed. I saw him press the red button on his iPhone camera app.

"Chris, were you recording?" I stared at him as he went to his Instagram app.

"Possibly. I might've just posted it too." He grinned as I saw him post the video with no caption.

"Oh my fucking God." I set my laptop to the side and reached for his phone. He snatched away from me.

"It's just a snippet!" He exclaimed as I continued to fight him for his phone.

"I'll suck your dick if you delete that video." I said in his ear. He stopped in his tracks and turned his head slightly.

"On God?" He fought his smile. I snatched his phone out of his hand and made a run for it. I heard his footsteps behind me, but I quickly locked myself in my bedroom.