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jealous - sharife cooper

sharife o'neal
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mamas 😍❤
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i head over to the coopers' and find omar leaving the house.
"aye y/n" he greets as he made his way to me and we share hugs.
"where is he?" i ask, and he points behind their house. i go to the back to see him, chugging a can of coke. he turns to the left and he immediately stands up and make his way to me.

"i genuinely thought you weren't gonna come" he says, as he pecks my lips.
"i did" i say to him, kissing his lips one more time. we decided to go inside, while omar decides to order food at chic/k-fil-a. (how tf is it spelled sorry ph dont have that fastfood chain)

sharife and i played 2k, me beating the shit out of him. 23-54 in the second half.
"baby why are you so trash in 2k but break angles irl" i say to him and he doesnt answer, but he kissed his teeth instead.
"i can also break backs so..." he says making me chuckle slightly. the game continued and its official that mr. sharife cooper is trash in 2k.

"good game" i say between chuckles.  64-101. good game right?
"man shut up" he says hovering over me, peppering kisses all over my face. he pulls away, and presses his lips onto mine making me chuckle in between.

"okay stop im not trynna watch porn irl" omar says, making sharife groan. omar throws us our chicken sanwiches, while sharife turns to turn on the tv.

45 minutes later
"im so fucking bored you dont understand" i groan to myself, while i turn to sharife and omar staring at nothing.

"lets play ball" omar says standing up, making me and sharife follow behind him without hesitation. good thing i learned basketball through watching the both of them, i didnt have to undergo training.

"is-how are we playing?" sharife asks, as omar gets the ball.
"1v1. replace the loser" he says, giving the ball to sharife. i made my way to the bench and waited for either of them to lose. the game is first to 15, so i guess this is going to be quick.

2 hours later.
i have no idea why the fuck did that go on for that long. but sharife lost, so i guess it my turn.
"terrible d" i say to him as i shook my head,
"that aint what you told me the other night!" he shouts making me look back at him. this boy's hella embarrassing im embarrassed.

i made my way to omar who was shaking his head,
"get ready to lose bitch" i say to him as he scoffs,
"you get ready" he says with a smirk,
"scary" i say to him as he was dribbling the ball. he looked like he was out of daze, so i grab the opportunity and take the ball, and going for an easy layup.
"damnit omar" sharife says putting his hands up, making me kiss my teeth.
"girl its on" he says and the game proceeds.

30 minutes
i was winning by 3 points, the score being 10-13, not until omar went for a floater. i was dribbling the ball while omar, was trying to get it, making him a bit more close to me. we were laughing since omar ruined his shorts, until sharife grabs the ball out of nowhere.

"im tired let's go back inside" he says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me.
"but the game isnt-" i say and turn to omar, who was randomly chuckling.
"idc lets go back" he says, as i give the ball back to omar.

"what's up?" i ask sharife who just had let go off my hand, as i try to grab it.
"im tired" he says dryly, making me scoff.
"sharife what is it?" i say once again, and he lets out a sigh.
"im tired, y/n. that's it" he says as he opens the door to the living room. and then it clicked. is this guy fr?

"are you jealous?" i say to him, making him turn to me immediately. he shakes his head as his brows furrow,
"no, what the fuck no im not" he says, making me chuckle. liar.
"you're cute when you're jealous" i say to him,
"i am not jealous y/n" he says turning to me,
"yeah, well that explains that"i say to him, pointing to his thigh thats shaking. he does this when he's angry or sumn.

"mf doesnt know what personal space is" he says, making me laugh. i knew it.
"it's defense baby. omar is playing defense" i say to him reassuringly, and he lets out a sigh.
"i know but can he atlease move farther? gosh" he says rolling his eyes, making me lough louder this time.
"why are you mad about it so much? is it because i said you had terrible d" i say to him with smirk laced in my voice, making him look at me. he grab me by the neck and he pulls me to him,

"how about you go our room, and i'll show you good d"

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tHE ENDING 😭😭 issa no for me bitch. but i hope y'all still liked this one,, my head fucking hurts its 1:16am here bitch i need to go to sleep GOODFUCKINGNIGHT BITCH I LOVE YOU BITCH MWAH