your boyfriend jude walked in and caught you grinding desperately against your pillow, fingers buried between your legs. panicked, you scrambled to hide your phone but accidentally tapped facetime. now jaafar’s on the call, leaning back with that dark little smirk, watching every second as you ride jude hard. <3
authors note: there will be a part three of this and so on....
jude never knocks, he never did
he just slides his key into the lock and, viola, he's inside the room before you even realize the front door opened.
you grinding against the pillow, losing yourself, completely consumed by your own body. he was impressed by how desperate you looked, so he decided not to disturb you right away.
he just stood there in the doorway and watched. he watched you completely let go of yourself. encountering that familiar feeling of his length being harden.
you didn't even know that your boyfriend was already inside the room with you. you were still trembling from the tail end of your last orgasm when his voice suddenly cut through the quiet.
"love, do you need help there?"
your stomach dropped. you hadn't even gotten a chance to close out your conversation with jaafar, whose video was still sitting right there on your screen.
in a panic, you yanked the phone down, quickly turning the volume lower so the sound wouldn't bleed through the silence. luckily, you managed to hide it from his immediate line of sight.
"you're early, love," you managed to say to jude, your voice straining as you tried desperately to sound normal.
god help me now, you thought, your hand gripping your phone so hard your knuckles turned white.
your thumb accidentally brushed against the screen, hitting the facetime button without you even realizing it. and jaafar, of course, picked up right away.
jude didn't look convinced. "not in the mood to stay after the game," he answered, his tone heavy with obvious annoyance.
it was crystal clear that you hadn't been watching the match on the tv like you were supposed to. he took a step closer, his eyes narrowing.
"i am asking you a question, love. do you need help?"
you looked down at the screen, and there was jaafar, sitting back in his chair, silently watching everything unfold.
jude didn’t waste any time.
he shoved your thighs apart and buried his face between them, tongue dragging hot and greedy over your dripping cunt.
the sudden wet heat made you moan loud, fingers fisting the sheets as he licked and sucked like he was starving for your taste.
soon two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling deep and stroking that spot that made your eyes roll back while his mouth latched onto your swollen clit.
across the phone you’d accidentally left open, jaafar was already there in his dimly lit bedroom, city lights glowing behind him.
jaafar watched everything with jealous eyes, slowly stroking his hard cock at first.
jude pulled you on top of him before you could even catch your breath, sinking you down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion.
the stretch was so good it pulled a broken whimper from your throat, your greedy pussy already clenching around him.
he kept you rocking slow and deep, teasing you mercilessly, bringing you right to the edge over and over without ever letting you cum.
“jude… please,” you begged, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks. “i need to cum so bad… please, i can’t take it anymore.”
“not yet, love,” he murmured, hands gripping your hips tight. “you sound so fucking pretty when you beg, but you don’t get to cum until i say so.”
your pussy was soaked and throbbing, slick dripping down his cock with every frustrating roll of your hips.
the overstimulation had your whole body trembling, every single nerve screaming for release while your poor denied cunt kept fluttering and clenching uselessly around him.
jaafar’s hand sped up on the screen, low groans slipping out as he pumped himself faster, eyes locked on you.
“jude please,” you sobbed, hips twitching helplessly. “i’ll do anything… just let me cum, it hurts so much—”
you nodded frantically, more tears falling, your whole body aching and needy. “yes— please my god, please…”
jude’s eyes darkened. he thrust up into you just enough to make you gasp. “yeah? who’s your god, baby? tell me.”
“you are,” you whimpered brokenly. “you’re...oh god, jude… please—”
he groaned low in satisfaction. “good girl.”
between heavy breaths, jude looked up at you. “you taking a video of this, love? wanna watch how pretty you look riding me later?”
your gaze flicked to the phone. jaafar gave you that clear nod, silently telling you he was recording everything. a filthy thrill shot through you.
“yeah… i’m recording,” you whispered shakily, arching your back and letting your tits bounce a little more. “just for us…”
jude groaned in approval.
he cupped your jaw, forcing your eyes back to him as he gave you a few deep, teasing thrusts. “aww, look at you,” he cooed. “your little pussy’s gripping me so tight, baby. after touching yourself like a needy little slut before i even got home… you really think you’ve earned it?”
“yes…ah–” you nodded frantically, more tears falling, body burning with pure desperation.
“go ahead baby,” he whispered. pleasure slammed into you hard, your cunt clenching wildly around his cock, but right as you were about to explode he pulled back, ruining it. a weak, frustrating spasm rolled through you instead, slick gushing everywhere as you cried out.
“is that all?” jude breathed, almost amused as he started moving again, slow and deep. “come on, love… you can give me one more. i know you can.”
“it’s too much… you’re too big,” you cried out, voice breaking into shaky sobs as the overstimulation wrecked you completely.
your tiny body kept trembling on top of him, pussy fluttering helplessly around his thick cock while fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.
jude just chuckled low and dark, clearly loving every second of you falling apart on him. “that’s it, baby… just one more time,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “give me one more, i know you can do it for me.”
across the phone, jaafar was jerking off even more desperately now, fist flying over his thick, leaking cock.
jaafar knew you were hot, but he didn’t expect this kind of hot watching you perform for him so filthily while jude fucked you senseless. “fuck…y/n...baby,” he groaned loudly, voice husky and strained.
“shit—look at you… taking jude’s cock so fucking well.” his moans grew rougher and more broken, raw frustration and lust pouring out of him.
your blurry eyes met jaafar’s again right as his pace turned frantic.
jaafar was stroking himself fast, moaning louder now as he finally started to cum too. “fuck—yn fuck, i’m cumming,” he groaned brokenly, breath catching hard between shaky moans while his cock pulsed in his fist.
he gave you that secret thumbs-up, still recording every messy second your wrecked face, trembling thighs, and the warm cum dripping from your denied, throbbing cunt.
the guilt and aching longing for him hit you like a wave, mixing painfully with the filthy heat building inside you.
you were a trembling, tear-soaked mess when jude finally lost it. “fuck, baby you feel too good,” he groaned, voice rough. “i’m cumming shit, i’m cumming inside you—”
he slammed you down hard with a deep, guttural moan, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of hot cum spilled inside you.
he held you tight, shuddering through every wave until it started leaking out around his cock.
you quickly ended the call with a trembling finger, your phone burning hot from how long it had been running.
the screen went dark, leaving you alone with jude’s heavy breathing and the messy, leaking evidence of everything that had just happened.
“love, may i saw the video?” he asks, still catching his breath.
“my phone just died.” you answered.
you thank god that your phone died, while shutting your eyes.
part three
romaincrisis
yousharknotpass
turnnoffyourmind
