𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 | 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅

  [Take care • drake & rihanna - Slowed]
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"oh god" you mumble. you were wasted, shitfaced. whatever term kids use these days, but all you knew you were fucking drunk.
"baby?" you hear your boyfriend, JJ, call from your bedroom.
"mhm" you say, lazily taking off your shoes.
you stumble up the stairs and to your bedroom, meeting eyes with JJ. He was on your bed, his head leaning against the headboard, watching netflix. he was wearing nothing but a pair of his grey sweatpants.
"hello hottie" you wink, flopping on your bed. "hello to you, too" he chuckles, eyeing you. "let me guess, you're drunk aren't you" he says, walking to your closet. "no, you're drunk, i'm completely sober" you say, attempting to unzip your dress. "uh huh, completely sober" he smirks, unzipping your dress. "yep" you nod, as the dress falls down your body. "so, want to have sex?" you smirk, looking at JJ up and down. "your drunk baby" he says, helping you get dressed.
"so? ever since you turned 22 you've been so uptight and i-"
suddenly, you felt queasy. you run to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. "let it all out, thatta girl" he says, holding your hair back. you stand up, rinsing your mouth out. you stumble to the bed, flopping on the comfortable mattress. you cover yourself with your maroon comforter, as you feel JJ lay beside you. you lay your head on his chest. "I love you, JJ" you say, wrapping your arms around his waist. "I love you too" he says, playing with your hair