《ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ》XI
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𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿
𝗙𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟭𝟰𝘁𝗵
𝟵:𝟬𝟬𝗮𝗺
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I woke up to the feeling of weight on me I look down seeing Deshawn sleeping on my stomach. He looks so calm.
I reach over and grab my phone off the charger. I see a text from my mom.
"𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑀𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑧 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑠. 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ❤️" - Mom
"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛' 𝑝𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 ❤️" - Sage
I felt Deshawn start to move and lay on top of my chest. This skinny nigga ain't that light lol.
I turned on the tv to Black-ish cus why not.
I heard a knock on the door.
"𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒" Mama Harris
"𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢" I said
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟
𝗙𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿...
Deshawn started to sit up.
He just stared at me wit a mug.
Damn i ain't never met somebody wake up looking so mean.
"Fix ya face" i said rubbing his check
"Mmcht" was all he said and got up n' went to the bathroom
"LOVE YOU TOO BESTIE" I yelled
Eventually he came out the bathroom and sat back next to me.
"I pulled out a toothbrush for you. It's on the sink." He said
"Ok" i Said and got up and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and left my bonnet on.
I walked back out seeing him shirtless sitting up against the headboard.
This man was fine.
"Take a picture it'll last longer" he said
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"Ohhhhh shutup" i Said laughing and sitting next to him
He hit me with a pillow. So I got up and started hitting him back. Next we full blown pillow fighting.
"PUT THE WEAPON DOWN NOW" he said
"Nahhhh cmere" I said and walked closer to him.
He started walking backwards towards the bed.
I saw his shirt on the floor behind him, so if he was to continue going he'd fall back on the bed.
I kept walking towards him, till he did. Then I got on the bed and mushed his head with the pillow.
He tapped the bed three times.
"I'm out" he said. I took the pillow off his face and laid down n continued watching tv.
Deshawn had laid down and was watching tv.
15 minutes later...
I felt him tap my thigh, and he moved me to where I was straddling.
We we made eye contact. Its like he could see through me. He started to slowly move his hand up the back of my shirt. I started to get goosebumps from it but eventually relaxed as he rubbed up and down. He was so gentle.
I started to trace my finger over his tattoo on his chest. It was Roman numerals with a tattoo above it.
"May 8th, 2014 was when my father passed. Nigga died 2 days before my 8th birthday. I always think about him and how much my life would be different. Dior cried a lot that whole year. I didn't really cry because I knew I had to stay strong for her and ma."
I laid on his chest. I could tell his heartbeat changed from fast to calm again.
"I'm sorry" I said.
"You got nothing to be sorry for sage" he said chuckling.
He tapped my thigh telling me to sit back up.
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"I'm glad I've found someone like you, girls like you are rare to find. You don't want sex or money. You just vibe, and enjoy yourself. And I'm thankful for that. Thank you bestie." he said smiling while rubbing his hand on my thigh. I can't handle all this shit.
"Your welcome" I said smiling at him
I realized I've been sitting on him for a while.
"You sure I'm not hurting you? I can mo-" said starting to getting but he held my hips. To keep me in place.
"No, I may be a lil skinny nigga but I'm not weak. I can handle a stallion mamas" with the last part he thrusted up into me and smirking.
"Okay I think that's enough for now" I said getting up.
He started laughing.
"Also your mom made us breakfast, so let's go" I said before running downstairs.
'This boyyyyy' i thought to myself.
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This is a lil short. But we starting to see Sage and Deshawn get more open within they relationship.
Its feeling a little boring somebody should get shot 👀.....
Bye luvs ❤️❤️❤️
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