Day Valentine

I toss my shit around in my room and kick my shoes off in my closet. They hit the wall hard, but I can care less.

I kick my jeans off and start emptying my hoodie pockets and throwing my shit on the bed.

I can't believe this shit.

I stuff some gummies in my mouth while I stand there thinking to myself.

Dimitri is so fucking grimy.

I shake my head and throw a shirt on my bed for later.

Bitch.

I try to pull my hoodie off, but my earrings gets stuck.

I groan and hiss out in pain while trying to unhook it. I try to pull at it but it doesn't work.

My hearing aids slip out of my ear when I try to pull my head out more. One of my arms gets locked in an awkward position.

Today is just not the day.

Im stuck.

I sigh out and struggle over and over again.

My life has been so shitty lately.

I feel around my bed to try to find my hearing aids. Fingers slip under my hoodie and I gasp out in shock.

I yank away; my hoodie come smooth off my face. I look at him, embarrassed and mad as shit.

I'm always in this position. He's always stripping my pride away.

I watch him lean over me. His expression is blank.

I can't read him.

He opens his hand to reveal my hearing aids. I take them and carefully put them back in.

Don't forget how mad you are, Day.

"You must be-"

"What?" His voice rumbles through my ears.

My eyes shoot to my door.

It's closed.

I scrunch my eyebrows.

"You Crazy? Deranged?"

"And?" He looks down on me.

My face reddens when I realize I'm barely clothed. I scoot away from him so that I'm almost in the middle of my bed.

"Pussy nigga? And?" I sign angrily.

This nigga.

"And, and, and? My nigga you and Shana!" I sign.

I reach over to grab the shirt I had thrown on my pillow. I gasp out when I feel a firm grip on my thighs. Dimitri pulls me to him.

He stands in between my legs. I look up at him, stuck as hell.

"Move," I sign and try to sit up.

"No."

"You have a whole other girl!" I sign.

"You do too!"

I put my finger to my lips so he'll stop being so loud.

"But I'm not the one chasing, am I?" I sign.

He peels his jacket off and pulls his shirt over his head. My eyes scan his exposed chest that's covered with tattoos. I watch with a blushing face while he rubs his hand up my thigh.

I wanna do it... but, I don't wanna do it. I'm confused.

I move his hand and stand up. I walk towards the door, but he turns me around and pushes me against the wall.

Dimitri Marcello

I eye him while he sizes me up. He starts staring at my lips while trying to find the door nob. His breathing gets shaky.

I kiss his soft lips and shove my hand in his boxers. The soft sound he makes when I do makes my dick hard instantly.

Sounds?

He's not ready to take me right now...

I pull at his hair and start kissing his neck and chest.

Too young to be tatted, but who am I to talk.

He surprises me with light groans and grips my arm. I beat his dick while adding a twist to my wrist.

There's a knock on the door and he tenses up. I leave spit in my fingers.

Guess I'm not gonna serve the pipe today.

I slip a finger into him and his lips part farther than they where before. He furrows his eyebrows and squeezes his eyes closed.

"Nah, nah look at me," I demand.

He does, swear, his skin goes a deeper shade of red.

I add a finger and go deeper. He whimpers very faintly although this face read intense pleasure. He tries to mouth words but nothing comes out.

"Day, what did I tell you about locking doors! What if something happens?" I hear Shana.

I pump both hands faster.

He winces under my touch.

"Unha!" His nails dig into me and a loud moan comes from his mouth; it shocks me even more.

It was clear. Not muffled or faint.

Hell, I think it shocked him too by the look on his face.

He nuts in his boxers and all over my hand. I kiss his lips.

"Um," I hear outside the door, but it isn't Shana.

I prop a hand up on the wall behind him and take my other hand out of his boxers.He forces himself not to look at me so kiss his forehead.

I can tell his breath gets caught in his throat.

If only I had the time.

I pull him to me and kiss him roughly one last time.

I walk away and grab my shirt. He just stands there, eyeing me.

I can't read him right now.

I pull my jacket back on and adjust my hardness in my pants.

Bet he'll help me relieve myself later.

I go to his door, unlock it and open it. I laugh to myself when I see who it is. His eyes pop out of his head.

"Mr. Marcello? The fuck you doin-"

I close the door in his face and lock it.

I turn to Day.

"Homeboy outside," I sign and his eyes do the same as the nigga outside the door.

Day bolts from the place he was stuck in and starts going through stuff. He changes his boxers and throws some clothes on.

The knocking gets harder.

"What the freak!" He says on the other side of the door.

I open it.

"Wassup, son," I greet him happily.

I slide pass his stiff body and make my way downstairs.

What a beautiful day. Literally. Day is beautiful in and out of clothes.

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