G -Eazy imagine

Imagine you and G-Eazy having a fight….. but you can’t stay mad at each other.

“Sweetheart open the door”, he yells. You sit on the bed infuriated. He did it again. You actually believed him. Again. “Dammit”, you yell forcing your head into the pillow. You scream into it and fall back on the bed. “I’m sorry.. baby just please open the door”, he pleads. “GO THE FUCK AWAY!” You get up and takes your heels off and throw them at the door. There is no way in he’ll your letting him in. Your sure there’s is another bitch he can fuck. “I’m not leaving. (Y/N) i’m sorry. I fucked up.” “Yeah you do that every time huh!” You can hear him sigh as you wipe your face. You can just feel your make up smeared all over your it. You sniff and place your hands against your head. You can tell a headache is coming. “You slept with her and didn’t think I wouldn’t find out?” “Look she means nothing I swear-” “Then why did you fuck her GERALD. WHY?” He is silent. You he can’t explain himself. There was nothing he could say. He slept with her and that was it. You pull your hair to the side and go into the bathroom. The door handle rattles but you ignore it. Everything is just blah to you. Your heart is aching for something. You just don’t know what. Turning b the shower on you don’t even bother to take your clothes off. You just get in. The hot water runs against your skin making you place your against the wall. You close your eyes and bite your lip in pain. So much you go through to keep him happy and up on his feet. Then he hurts you. Just like that. You stay in there for what sends like and hour. Then you start to cry. Really cry. You let everything go. So much pain over the years it’s hard to hold it in. You suddenly feel fingers slowly wrap around your waist and pull you back. Gerald buries his face in your neck. You rest your head on his head. You realize he’s the only person you can hug in the moment. “Gerald”, you whisper and turn to hug him. “I’m sorry”, he whispers in your ear before pressing his lips against your neck. His lips trail up your neck. Across your chin until his lips meets yours. His fingers pull down your zipper revealing your bare skin. Gerald pulls it down until it reaches your waist. Your hands run up his shirt and began to pull it up. You both break away in an urge to kiss rather again. Gerald tosses his shirt to the side and pulls your dress down. You force it from around your ankles and practically lunge toward him. He turns you around and places his hand around your waist. You press yourself against the glass as he continues to tease you with his lips. Running them up and down your shoulder. A soft moan leaves your lips making Gerald turn you towards him again.