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Hit it n' Quit it part 2

        *Yes Ik the song is blown out but it's my shit ✋🏽😭*

     She limped to her car, she really just did that, her confidence was spewing from her body. It went kind of how she imagined.

            It definitely hurt more than she anticipated though. Each step, as her thighs rubbed together the blood stained her clothes a tad bit more. It would take some time to get used to his size.

        She made it home, pulling into her driveway. She rested her head on the steering wheel, hair a mess, tired. Her pelvic bone was practically paralyzing her,stiff joints all over.

Faking It was the hardest, she had to fix her posture as she walked passed her mom. That almost cracked her for sure. Y/n didn't really want nobody knowing about that side of her.

She ran some bath water and put her hair in a ponytail. She couldn't help but think about Keith. Him leaning over her, his necklace dangling in her face.

It was all so cinematic almost.

Everything moved so slowly, him slowly sliding himself in and out her, the ceiling fan spinning, music playing in the background.

She wanted him to text her, though he wasn't going to text her if he didn't need her. Just her inference though, he had no problem making conversation.

She let her lower half soak as she felt some pain in her abdomen. Her first time was definitely more pain than pleasure. The music played on her phone until she got out the shower. It did her some justice relieving that tension of her hips.

Though, it hit her, she was being used. Nobody wants to be used right? But she knew what she got herself into. Either way if Keith wanted her for who she was, she's still a kid in the public eye.

      She was caught between the two. Damn was he fine though.

She was mainly stuck on the thought of him rather than Keith himself, he was too cocky for her. Yet, she craved his presence.

She flopped back into her pillows out of frustration. Should she text him? Or let him be him? Would she really build enough courage up to see him again? The whole scenario was backhanded.

Her phone chimed as she lifted her face from her comforter.

"iMessage from Keith" it read. Timing is everything.

"Why didn't you text me you made it home?" He asked.

"Let me find out your worried about me." she replied a little quickly showing desperation.

"Nah I was just making sure you straight" he said straight to the point.

It hurt her pride a bit but at least he texted her. Man, the bar is low.

       "Oh Alr"she responded

You can tell he felt bad. He had a spec of emotion for her.

"How you feeling? Did I hurt you? Ik this dick is a lil too big for you🤣" he replied.

"Nah I'm fine."

"You sure? Cause all I was hearing was 'Fuck Keith' the whole time" he said. He was trying to get under her skin.

It was definitely working.

"Fuck coming back next week, I think I'll be home alone tomorrow."