// kiss me //
”Said, lil bitch, you can’t fuck with me if you wanted to. These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes,” my girls and I screamed the lyrics and directed the hostility at the men in the room. “Hit the store, I can get ‘em both, I don’t wanna choose. And I’m quick, cut a nigga off, so don’t get comfortable,” I pointing my finger and aggressively poked Justin’s head as he rolled his eyes while fighting back a smile.
We ate the rest of Cardi B as we wrapped every lyric. Khalil didn’t want to admit it but he knew the song just as well as the girls did. “I don’t got to dance now, I make money moves. Said I don’t got to dance I make money moves. If I see you and-“ The music suddenly cut off due to my incoming phone call. The whole house groaned in annoyance as I ran over to my phone and picked up the call instead of ending it so that I could be back on aux.
“Ya’ll got it!” I quickly disconnected for the surround sound before taking the call outside. I took a seat at one of the lawn chairs that was close enough to the edge of the pool that I could dip my feet in the water. I couldn’t stop giggling on the phone as my new man entertained me.
We had only been together for a month or so now but I almost always spend my nights with him. My friends, Justin especially felt some type of way about how I didn’t come around as much or stay long. My man is a bit high maintenance when it came to my time.
“Are you sure you’re not coming over tonight?” He whined into the phone, trying to persuade me otherwise.
“I can’t. Everyone would be pissed if I left,” I hummed. I haven’t received the lecture yet but I knew it was coming. Every time I got into a new relationship my friends claimed that I go ghost on everyone.
“They’d understand if they had a man as fine as me waiting for you to come over,” His deep voice spoke making me wish I was there.
“You think so?” I murmured into the phone
“Yes,” He confirmed.
“I’ll see what I can do. Maybe they won’t care if I go. I could make up as story about needing to-” I began to brainstorm my lie but was interrupted by the back door slamming shut. Through the glass I could see Justin’s body tensely walking away from me. I knew he overheard me trying to get out of tonight.
“Baby, I got to go,” I hung up the phone before he got another word in and quickly moved to follow after Justin. He angrily moved through the living room where all our friends were wondering what was going on. Neither of us said a word as he started up the stairs.
“Justin, wait,” I sighed, running up the stairs as well.
“Go ahead and leave Y/n. Go be with you little boyfriend,” Justin scoffed.
“Don’t call him my little boy friend like you’re my mother,” attitude fill my voice.
“No, I’m sure that when you’re with your mom you don’t try to bail on her,” Justin was over dramatic as he moved into his bedroom.
“Justin it’s not that serious. I’ve been here since dinner it wouldn’t matter if I was to leave. I didn’t even say I was going to for sure,” I tried to defend my actions.
“We never get to see you anymore,” He turned around and looked down at me. His eyes were calculated as he watched over my face.
“We or just you?” I questioned him, knowing its a trigger.
“It doesn’t matter,” He turned around again.
“I think it does because you’re the one thats always pissy with me when I come around anyway,” I nudged him into the wall so that he couldn’t walk away from me again.
“Because all you do is talk about him,” He rolled his eyes, agitated with as as usual.
“Why aren’t you happy for me?” He always did this. Justin would make advances that would never go anywhere and the moment I moved on, he always had some shit to say. Whereas if I were to say anything about any of the little girls he fucks with, I’m a joke to him.
“You know why,” Justin rolled his eyes. I watched as his adams apple bobbed as he watched me.
“You’re the one that never does anything about this,” I scoffed. No blame was to be put on me when all Justin does is play games that I don’t have time for.
“Whatever, Y/N. You can you leave. Do whatever you want,” Justin said the words what always get a rise out of me. Justin can’t just make a scene then dismiss me like I’m regular,
“I’m not leaving,” I shook my head. “You always mope around here bitter because I’m happy with someone who isn’t you.”
“Please you’re not happy,” Justin laughed in my face. There was genuine humor in his smile.
“How the fuck are you going to tell me how I feel?” I spat and pushed him again, knowing it would piss him off.
“You just love the attention he gives you,” Justin gripped my wrists in his hands easily. “You know as soon as you get bored you’re going to toss him aside like you do everyone else.”
“That’s not true,” I denied the undeniable.
“Then why are you in my bedroom room trying to save face. And why do you have me pinned against this wall? I’m not about to do anything, Y/N. You know how I feel and I can wait this shit out,” Justin was officially back on his bullshit. The game of cat and mouse needed to end.
“We’re friends. I don’t feel the same anyway,” I shook my head. Justin made his intentions clear all those nights we spent tangled in the sheets of his bed and hotel rooms. But that was a long time ago.
“You don’t?” He challenged me.
“I don’t,” I lied. Looking up at his perfectly sculpted face. The entertainment of watching me was apparent on his face as I took in everything. I didn’t want him. I swear I didn’t want him again.
“Then why does it look like you’re about to kiss me,” Justin leaned in as if his lips were about to brush mine for the first time in a long time.
“I promise I won’t tell him. Go ahead and do it. Kiss me,” Justin challenged me.
“No,” I shook my head.
“Then why are you still here if yo-”
“Shut the fuck up, Justin,” I leaned up on my tippy toes and angrily joined our lips. Justin gave me half a second before he grabbed my ass and picked me up off my feet. I let out a little gasp as my back hit the wall and Justin began grinding between my legs that were open for him.
Our kisses were angry as we bit and sucked everything we could feverishly. My head was getting hot at the thoughts of how much I wanted him and not my boyfriend. My boyfriend could never make me feel this good.
“Say you want me,” Justin lips left mine and sucked and bit from my neck to the top of my breast. “You can’t go home to him like this can you? He can’t do it like I can, can he? Say you want me,” Justin hands trailed between my legs as he made my neck his property.
“I want you,” I gave in and in a second my back hit the bed.
from the best friends drabble list