Celebrity Imagines

Listen to Daddy

Forewarning!!! This has a little bit of Non-consensual sex...just a bit so read at your own risk. Y/N/N means your nickname.

Music was blaring out of the stereo system in the living room. A playlist of only Atlanta trap songs filled the house with sounds of a bass and snare drums.

In the living room sat your boyfriend Trevante and his homies, Snoop and Andre. They were all seated on the furniture counting stacks of money and weighing out grams of weed and ounces of coke. They placed their drugs in their respective baggies and tossed them into their respective piles on the coffee table.

You laid in your bed a floor above them, surfing through the channels on the television. The noise of the music from the floor below was distracting and annoying the fuck out of you to say the least. You just wanted to watch your movies and shows in peace, but no! Your boyfriend just had to have the music on maximum volume for the last hour. You groaned and jumped up out of the bed, tossing the remote onto the mattress behind you. Slipping into your slides you stomped out of the bedroom and down the steps to confront your man. You didn't have the energy to play nice. You were annoyed and he was being disrespectful. Like...does he not remember that you live in the house too and deserve to have your own peace.

You couldn't even hear yourself think by the time you reached the bottom step because the music was ridiculously loud. You turned the corner, entering the living room and looked over at your boyfriend on the couch. His eyes were focused on the numbered bills in his hand. His thumb flicked over each bill moving the stack from one palm to the other as he counted silently.

"Tre," you spoke, trying to get his attention. "Trevante!" you shouted this time. Still no response. You didn't even think before your next move. Immediately becoming angry after being ignored, you walked to the stereo and turned the music off. Trevante, Andre and Snoop snapped their heads towards you.

"What the fuck are you doing Y/N?! Don't you see us doing something?!" Trevante protested.

"Oh, the same shit y'all do every day! I'm trying to watch tv and I can't even do it because y'all got the music blasting loud enough for the whole block to hear!" you yelled.

"Damn...we sorry Y/N/N," Andre spoke.

"Nah don't apologize, nigga," Trevante cut him off, "Cut that shit back on,"

"Who the hell is you talking to, Tre? Don't show off," you warned.

"Y/N, turn my music back on like I had it. I ain't got time for your bullshit right now, aight! I'm not asking you! I'm telling you!" his voice rose little by little as he spoke. You had to admit that the mix of his yelling, the sneer on his lips that made his grill peek through made your heart and coochie jump a little. But you were being defiant right now and had to ignore the usual horniness to get your point across.

Instead of listening to his demand, you gave a mocking chuckle and walked away towards the steps going to your room. Before you reached the top stair, you heard the music again. This time is was even louder which you didn't even think was possible.

"Ugh! Fuck you, Tre!" You screamed and you made sure time somebody would hear you this time.

Continuing up the steps, you realized you needed to use the bathroom and made a right around the banister, strolling down the hall until you were in the bathroom. You slammed the door behind you.

You paced the room for a second before finally using the toilet as you needed and going to wash your hands at the sink. Before you finished washing away the soap, the bathroom door opened behind you and you saw that it was your boyfriend in the reflection of mirror.