"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐥"

His body gets closer to where I can feel him against me. The entire time this is happening, our eyes are still in contact. Suddenly, he brings his lips to my neck from behind, and they just stay there. " Ronnie, stop!" I say, turning from my position. " Do really want me to stop?" he asks. " I want Jace. That's who I'm with." " That's what you keep saying. But the way you moving tell me something different..." ..... • 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 • 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, @90𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐲𝐲 • 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 (12/23/19) ***𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠***

❝ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺． 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 ＆ 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 ✰. - ❛ notti, just give me 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 .ᐟ ❜

#✰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀́𝐍𝐀 ( dd osama ) @lovedchloee , produces ୨୧. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀́𝐍𝐀 day, an ordinary sugarhill citizen, who happens to meet & grow a bond with the sugarhill drill rapper, dd osama. 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬; no copying , do not take my plots , don't paste my story anywhere ✰. 𝖽𝖽 𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼 ． 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖼 （𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄）. "in rise on the third day everytime, solána"