Hood BF

It was 12:16 a.m. Malik had just gotten home, wearing black sweats, a fitted white tee, his chain resting against his chest, and that stupidly attractive expression that made you want to argue with him for absolutely no reason.

So naturally you did. As soon as he walked up to you.

“Boy, get out my face.”

He paused in his step, looking at you like you had lost your mind.

“What's that?”

“You heard me, Malik.”

He set his keys down, watching you with an amused little smirk.

“Aw, you got an attitude tonight?”

“AND I'LL HAVE ONE TOMORROW.” You replied, huffing

He laughed under his breath. “You're so damn—” He stopped, shaking his head. “Come here, ma.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

He turned around and walked to the kitchen. The audacity of this man.

“Malik.”

Nothing.

“Malik, I'm talking to you.”

“Thought you ain't wanna come over here.” He glanced at you. “Make up your mind, baby.”

“Oh, you must think you're a comedian or sum."

“Nah.” That smirk returned. “I think that you're cute when you mad.”

You walked straight up to him.

“Boy, I will literally—”

“Literally what?” he asked, turning to face you.

Now you were standing close enough to notice the little scar by his eyebrow, the silver chain at his neck, and the way his entire expression changed when he looked down at you

He wasn't laughing anymore.

“That's what I thought,” he murmured.

“YOU ARE SO—”

He wrapped his hand around your neck, gently drawing you closer.

“Look at me when I'm talking to you, pretty girl.”

You met his eyes.

For a second, neither of you said anything.

Then his mouth twitched.

“Yeah. There she go.”

“Malik, I cannot stand you.”

“Mm-hmm.” He brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face. “But you been following me around this apartment for twenty minutes.”

“BECAUSE YOU'RE ANNOYING.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, ma.”

You tried to turn away, but he held his grip around your neck, waiting until you looked back at him.

“Come sit with me,” he said, his voice softer now. “Stop fighting me for five minutes.”

“And if I don't?”

He leaned down just enough to whisper:

“Then I'll throw you over my shoulder and fuck that attitude right out of you, ma.”

You paused, before laughing

“You're very sure of your abilities.”

“Coming from the girl who never seems to be able to walk after my "abilities".”

He kissed your forehead, stole your spot on the couch, and stretched out like he paid every single bill in the building.

“Move, Malik!”

“Come make me, ma.”