Janaé  (BWWM)

Janaé (BWWM)

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"If you're looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it's love! And when you love someone, you just, you don't stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy" - Man (The loudest silence) ---- Heat radiated off her skin as liquor fumes floated off her breath. "S-Stop." She shuddered. He gripped her waist and guided his hands along her body. Placing his fingers around her neck he tightened his grip. "Shut up." He demanded. Her body was weak and out of her control as he pushed her onto the bed. "What are y-you doing?" She slurred. "Stop touching me." She begged.... ------ Cover : Myself PLEASE READ :) and engage in conversation. I respond to ALL.
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"Bestie!?", he called. 'Don't talk to me, nigga. You make me sick', she hissed walking into her bedroom. "Bae, don't be like dat. You know that I was only looking out for your ass, girl", he said following behind her, grasping her by the arm pulling her body against his. 'Man, just leave me alone, Chris', she responded vehemently. "You mad at me", he stated leaning down placing a kiss to her forehead. 'Ya damn skippy', she agreed. He sighed, "What can I do to make it up to ya? You know I ain't sorry, but I don't like fa ya ass to be mad at me. You know I love you, right?", he asked. She did not say anything. "Right?", he asked, arms tightening around her. 'I guess, now let me go', she grumbled trying to unwind his arms from around her. He kissed his teeth, "You guess? Don't fuckin' play wit' me, Mor", he said staring down at her, nostrils flaring. If there was one thing he hated for sure it was when she doubted his love for her and she knew this. She rolled her eyes being done with this conversation. She just wanted to lie down on her comfortable bed and wallow in her misery for a little while without the very cause of it being in her presence. They, Chris, a couple of friends, and her were out chillin' when she was approached by a cute guy. They were talking when Chris approaches them hanging all over her and ran him off. She just wanted to find someone. She felt like she was ready to love someone deeper than platonically, but now she feels like she probably never will with Chris around. This isn't the first time he has done this either. It is actually around the fifth and she is fed up with his shit. She found herself on her bed with Chris on top of her lying between her legs kissing on her neck. 'Stop', she breathed shoving at his shoulders. "You still mad?", he asked in between kisses. She grunted in annoyance, 'Stop', she ordered, but he continued. "Then no", he denied then proceeded to fuck her back to sleep.

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