BOW!
late asff, ik ik, dont kill me😭 but ive been busy, cuz a bitch finna be all in her bag this year, on ma lil baby ty💙im tied and got a wig to handle, so lets not waste no more time
excuse any errors
vote, common, and enjoy💕
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"Damn ma, that ass must be jelly cuz jam don't shake like that-"
"Move yo corny ass the fuck around befo' I beat the fuck outta you nigga, he not available." Joe snapped, bucking and scaring off the random nigga that was trying to get at Kentrell as they all walked through the Walgreens.
"These niggas got worse after the pregnancy, I ain't neva' seen so much thirst befo'." Ben muttered, finishing the bag of chips he took off the shelf, tossing the now empty bag somewhere.
"It's cuz this nigga sag so damn hard sometimes. Ass all out and shit." Joe muttered, poking his butt cheek. 'Whatchu doin' gurl with all that?' The man suddenly rapped.
'Oooo nuthin'.' And Ben stuck his tongue out, before Joe and him went back and forth making sexual lil grunts and noises just like Megan and Moneybagg did, all while gently smacking his ass. Kentrell didn't even bat an eye at that, because he was use to it and too busy looking over the shelves.
"Bet I can bounce a quarter off his ass and catch it." The darkskin smiled.
"Put money on it." Came his lover.
"20."
"Bet. You got three tries."
While his friends childishly snickered behind him, hazel eyes looked over the various tests, trying to pick out which one looked the most efficient and official. He grabbed a small pink box, looking over the back of it, feeling small hard objects bounce off his ass while doing so.
"Damn, watch that shit Ben, that fuckin' quarter almost took ma eye out!"
"Nigga watch what? That was all Trell's ass fault! I almost had it too!" Kentrell rolled his eyes at the two and threw the box in his cart. "Say, gimme anotha' one!"
"I ain't got no mo'- holup." Joe raised an eyebrow. "Nigga...why the fuck you got a pregnancy test in yo cart?" He asked increduously.
"...Don't tell me Sheyaa knocked yo ass up again. I know yo booty uterus is muthafuckin' tied." Ben said, looking at Kentrell in disbelief as he sighed, continuing to push his cart down the aisle.
"It ain't fo' me, it's fo Sheyaa." He muttered.
That fateful night which was about two weeks ago, was very, how you say...raw. Kentrell didn't even think twice about using protection, because of course he didn't think Sheyaa could get pregnant like he could, so he most definitely hadn't pulled out. But today was the second day his lover woke up and was nauseous, puking his guts out, tired, and just all kinds of bullshit. Both mens first thought was pregnancy, so that's why Kentrell was here right now.
While Joe's eyes widened further at the news, Ben being as dramatic as he usually was jutted out his hip, leaned backed, and even gave him a sassy limp wrist.