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Genre: Smut filled blurb, with a few dashes (baby I DO mean a few, this is filthy) of fluff.
Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI). Use of the ânâ word, Labeling dub-con because theyâre both drunk. Drunk sex! Public-ish Sex. Hair pulling. Spit kink. No protection(donât be silly honey, wrap that willy). Fingering. Oral! (m. receiving). Big dick Jermajesty (hollup, workinâ with a monster!). Daddy kink (?)
Summary: An Incident report detailing how overly freaked out Reader and Jermajesty are.
W.C: 1.4k
Authorâs note: Yes, archivists, we start AND end with filth. I will nawt apologize for feeding you well. Anywho, hereâs a lil something to keep you fed while I work on other files.
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[Incident #1:Â Time: 11:30pm, Location: Club Kisses, Codename: No Panties On, On The Dance Floor ]
You arenât really sure how you ended up clutching the edge of the sink in a club bathroom for dear life. Sweat covers your furrowed brow as your boyfriend plows into you from behind. Jermajesty has your hair wrapped into a makeshift ponytail around his right hand, while his left holds you in a deep arch. âFuckââ He throws his head back, eyes rolling in the process, âNo panties babyâ Shit!â He fucks you deep and hard, like he owes it to you. âI canâtâ, Fuck! sâtoo good, ma.â You nod and let out a sinful whimper in agreement. Jermajesty doesnât let up, his hand moves from your waist to your stomach, âGonna put a baby in here..mhmâ , then niggasâll know this pussy mine for life.â The liquor isnât even hitting Jermajesty anymore. No, he is, without a doubt, pussydrunk. âBet you donât show up to a dance recital with no. Fuckinâ. Panties.â A high mewl leaves your lips as you clench around him, âBaby, pleaseââ
Okay, so maybe you do know how you got there. It wasnât your intention to set Jermajesty off, but the dress you picked for your night out hugged you so tight that even a thong wouldâve shown through. It didnât really help that it was dangerously short, and one wrong move could land you on everyoneâs Twitter feed for the next week and a half.
When you walked into the club around ten-fifteen, heads turned, and eyes fell over you immediately. As you made your way through the section, drinks made their way into your hand. It wasn't long before you were tipsy and started to profess your love to anyone who so much as breathed in your direction. Your man spotted you first, as he always does. Jermajesty, admittedly, had already been drunk by the time you decided to show face. His low-set eyes raked over your body, and his teeth caught his bottom lip.
He took in your image without a single holy thought crossing his mind. Your man stood slowly, like time didnât matter, and watched as you socialized. He stood there, thinking about all the ways he was going to ruin your pretty little dress. Then, he saw it. You doubled over, laughing just a little too hard at something one of your friends said, providing a perfect view of your pussy. His pussy. On full display. Oh, hell no.
He huffed through his nose and began to move; his stride was quick. You held your stomach as you laughed harder, blissfully unaware of the trouble you were in. A hand wrapped around your forearm with a tight grip and tugged you up, bringing the giggles to a confused halt. When you lifted your eyes to see who could be so bold, delight spread across your features. âOh! Hey, baby. I was wondering when Iâd find you in here!â The slurred speech did not help your case. âMhm. Iâm sure you were,â Jermajesty mumbled out. A pout formed on your lips, and your heart sank in your chest, âWhy arenât you happy to see me baby?â Safe to say, you are an emotional drunk. Unfortunately for you, that didnât matter when you decided to give the world an âall-access passâ to what is rightfully his.
âYouâll find out. Let's go.â He wasted no time tugging you toward the back of the building. You followed behind as best as you could, while trying not to trip over your own feet. When you reached the bathroom door, Jermajesty pushed you in and locked it behind him. You turned to face him, confusion apparent on your face, âHey, I was having fun, whatâs yourââ
The manâs patience had all but run out with you. First, you showed up nearly two hours late, looking like sin personified; then you decided that laughing with your friends was more important than coming to find him; and finally, you flashed half the club, showing off every bit of what your mama gave you. âNot another word,â
Large hands gripped your waist, and as Jermajesty spun you toward the mirror, he met your gaze. The look in his eyes killed off whatever air-brained response that was about to roll off your tongue. Those same hands, resting on your waist, slid down your hips, and his thumbs drew lazy circles over the fabric of the dress. âCanât fuckinâ take you anywhere,â Your breathing started to stagger, you knew you were in deep shit whenever he took that tone. He pressed into your back, holding a firm stare.
âI mean, really, ma. How many niggas you think, got to see whatâs mine?â You didnât have an answer. In all honesty, you hadnât even realized what youâd done. âWhaââ When you went to speak, Jermajesty moved quicker than you could process. Two fingers found their way into your mouth, âI meant what I said. Suck.â Shamelessly, your tongue swirled around the two long digits. Your thighs started to feel sticky, and an ache you didnât realize you had settled deep in your tummy. The liquor didnât help much either. Excitement coursed through your veins. You were in trouble, and felt so fucking good.
While you were preoccupied, Jermajesty bunched your dress up around your waist, and spread your legs a little more with his foot. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers from your mouth slowly, and a string of spit served as the only remnant of your obedience.
Those same digits that had been in your mouth, just moments ago, swiped up your core and settled firmly on the bundle of nerves nestled between your folds. A gasp left your mouth as he applied steady pressure. âYou like that shit, mama?â You tried to answer, but the slow circles he rubbed into you short-circuited your brain. All you had to offer was a low moan as you fought to keep your body steady. Jermajesty shifted behind you, the sound of his belt clinking coupled with the lazy figure-eights he ran over your clit was enough to make your mouth water. You needed to taste him.
Your hips pushed him back gently. You let out a soft giggle as you turned around to look up at him. With your head tipped back, your tongue lolled out. With a smirk, Jermajesty gathered a glob of spit before letting it drip down into your mouth. You swallowed with a devious smile and pressed a nasty kiss to his lips before you slowly sank down onto your knees. Your boyfriendâs eyes never left yours, and if you werenât so fucked up, you might have noticed the sway in his posture.
Your caress began at his ankles, gliding up over the back of his knees, hands going all the way up until they landed on the waistband of his pants. âCan I?â You asked, voice barely above a whisper. Jermajesty was sure he had died and gone to heaven. He could never stay mad at you for long, not when you looked up at him with those big brown eyes and spoke in that soft, sweet voice.
With a shudder, he nodded quickly, not wanting to waste any more time. With all the confirmation you needed, in one move, you had his pants and boxers pushed around his knees. His dick smacked against his stomach, the tip flushed and dripping with precum. You couldnât resist. You kissed each side of his hips softly before wrapping your hand around the base.
âItâs so big, daddy.â You moaned, trailing open-mouthed kisses up his length. A deep groan was ripped from his chest, and a smile crept onto your face as your tongue darted out to swipe over his hole. His hand moved to cradle the back of your head, and his head dropped as you took him in deep, âThere you fuckinâ go, fuckâ Good girl.â You bobbed up and down at a steady pace, swirling your tongue around his tip ever so often. Your hands took care of whatever your mouth couldnât. He let out a grunt that went straight to your pussy.
âYeah, lil mama, suck that shitââ His hips buck, the liquor and pleaser created a dangerous mix that let him know he wouldnât last long. Your cheeks hollowed as you worked a little harder. You clenched your thighs in search of relief, but it wasnât enough; your dripping heat settled on his foot. Attentive as ever, Jermajesty noticed you rutting against him almost immediately. âYou need me that bad, hm?â You pulled off of him with a pop, spit coating your chin and his flushed cock. âYeah, daddyâ I do.â Though very, very drunk, you werenât naive. You knew just what buttons to push to have him scoop you up and bend you over the sink. âThatâs alright baby. You got a lesson to learn anyway.â
AUTHORâS NOTE #1: also inspired by âBig Ole Freakâ by Megan Thee Stallion (ânobody know, i fuck with him on the low. we never show up together, but i text him when iâm ready to go.â) âš
AUTHORâS NOTE #2: can you tell i had a lot of fun writing this? đ€ LMAOOOOO enjoy!! đ
âthese bitches be peasants, just address as me as your majesty.â + âyou sure thatâs your nigga? âcause i really canât tell. not by the way he be calling my cell.â + âand stop calling that nigga phone while we together. he busy, bitch.â
you were never a monogamous type of woman. maybe during your teen years, but as you grew older, you thought the idea of committing to just one man was essentially useless. why let one man lock you down when you could go have fun with as many as you wanted?
thatâs exactly how youâve been spending your time lately â with a phone full of various sexy and incredibly easy men who would drop everything the second you wanted something, no matter what it was that you wanted from them. you were gorgeous in the face, a 10 in your physique, and your sex game was top tier, so who wouldnât want to run to you as soon as you called?
youâd always tell yourself not to pick favorites in your roster and just continue to use them freely without showing one more attention than the others⊠but after you met Jermajesty, all of that flew out of the window quicker than you initially wanted it to.
you didnât get attached to him, nor did you drop the rest of your hoes for him, but you did start to ignore them a bit more than usual and pick Jermajesty over them. it wasnât intentional at all, but after the first time you slept with him, you started craving him more than youâd usually crave other men on your roster, which honestly freaked you out a little because it had never happened to you before.
you didnât want to end up catching feelings for him and you didnât want him catching feelings for you because you knew exactly how that would go, especially since youâve had to cut off a few of your old hoes in the past for catching feelings. Jermajesty knew what kind of woman you were when he met you, so you hoped he wasnât the type to try and change who you were â mainly because it wouldnât work.
things between you, Jermajesty, and your other hoes had been going smoothly lately until⊠well, until his weird ass ex decided that she wanted him back and completely exposed your relationship with him on her Instagram story today while also simultaneously putting you on blast, causing the blogs to be all over your asses.
it was obvious she either stalked you or had someone else stalk you for her because the photo she shared of you two with her defamation post was from two weeks ago â the first and last time you and Jermajesty went in public together. it was a photo of the two of you hand-in-hand walking into a movie theater together, your faces as visible as day with identical grins.
unfortunately, that was the moment shit started to go downhill. your phone blew up the moment you were posted on blogs holding another manâs hand, your other hoes and your friends texting you all at once to talk about the controversy happening and understand what the hell was happening.
you were struggling to reply to everybodyâs overwhelming spew of messages while also plotting to get on Jermajestyâs ex for telling your business, but the moment some of the men on your roster cut you off because of the fake news, it sent you on an incredibly disrespectful rant on your Instagram live in retaliation to her lies earlier today â specifically, an hour ago.
âyou too busy watchinâ where my pussy goinâ instead of gettinâ a fuckinâ hobby, you dumb ass bitch,â you scoffed as your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms, glaring at your propped-up phone, âi donât give a fuck who yâall seen me with and where you saw me with âem, iâm single as hell. fuck what the blogs say and fuck whatever she say, she donât even know me like that!â
âshe got all this disrespectful ass shit to say about me just because iâm fuckinâ on her exâ he is not your damn boyfriend!â you exclaimed as your face slightly scrunched up and you laughed bitterly, âshit, as far as iâm concerned, whatever problem you have is with him, not me!â
âthen this ho had the nerve to try and call me âmiss community pussyâ⊠ooh, i swear i almost told her somethinâ. bitch, iâm young and real sexy, i can have a roster if i want to, the fuck?â you scoffed lightly as your eyes briefly scanned the comments in your live and you watched the viewer count continue to skyrocket, âtalkinâ all kinds of shit about my pussy, but your ex love to bury his face in my shit on a daily basis, so whatâs really tea? itâs givinggg that you mad âcause your pussy donât pop like mine, boo.â
âoh!â and another thing! stop fuckinâ sneakinâ pictures of me when iâm out in public, you creepy ass ho, because i can be outside with whoever the fuck i damn well please! shit, i could be with your baby daddy tomorrow night if you got one!â you exclaimed with a snort of amusement as you rested your hands on your hips, âdonât let this social media shit gas your head up and get your ass beat âcause i donât play these types of games with nobody.â
âsomebody just commented âidk sis, that whole post felt like some cockblocking shitââ because it literally was, bro, iâm tellinâ yâall! this bitch literally made almost all of my other niggas cut me off with this bullshit!â you exclaimed with a dry laugh as you slightly flailed your arms, âlike, why are you so worried about me and what i do in my private time?! and why the hell are you so worried about what your ex got goinâ on and who they fuckinâ on now?! yâall, i really donât think this weird bitch got a job or some shit âcause itâs gettinâ real spooky out hereâŠâ
before you could continue giving his ex a big piece of your mind that would ultimately end up with your Instagram being either taken down or restricted, you ended up getting a FaceTime from Jermajesty mid-live, which you quickly accepted and ended your live without saying anything else. the minute the call connected, Jermajesty popped up with a slight clench in his jaw and his eyes slightly darker than usual, his expression giving away his feelings of frustration.
the call was shorter than your usual FaceTimes, but the last thing Jermajesty said to you was âdonât post or say nothinâ else to her ass. iâma be at your house in an hour.â before the call abruptly ended and left you standing in your home in deafening silence.
you were a bit amused by the angry change in his demeanor, honestly finding it sexy that his ex badmouthing you had completely thrown off his mood and made him want to defend your honor, even if the two of you werenât together.
it didnât make you any less frustrated though because all of the drama his ex caused over that photo made your roster drop from high to low in the short span of just two hours, only three of them â including Jermajesty â remaining by your side through the ongoing conflict.
luckily for you, that hour you spent alone and off of social media flew by quicker than you expected it to because it led to where you are now: getting up from the couch to answer the front door.
unlocking and pulling the door open, you rested your other hand on your hip as you looked up at Jermajesty, his eyes back to their soft brown the moment he looked at you yet that slight clench in his jaw still remained.
âso what took you an hour to come over here, J?â you asked, raising an eyebrow, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, your eyes following his movements while you shut and locked the door behind him.
âhad to take care of business, mama,â Jermajesty answered casually as he walked towards the living room and you followed behind him, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth from the term of endearment, âmade some calls and got all that shit took down.â
your eyebrows almost immediately furrowed and a look of confusion crossed your face as the two of you took a seat on your couch and leaned back into the cushions, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him while his hand splayed across your side.
âyou beinâ real vague right now and you know i hate that shit,â you huffed as you instinctively leaned into his touch and turned your head to properly face him, your eyes searching his expression, âcâmon, âMajesty, spit it out.â
âi called my ex and made her delete all that shit she posted about us. then i made her get in touch with all them blogs that reposted her stuff and made âem delete it, too.â Jermajesty explained, a hint of pride in his voice, as both of your eyebrows slightly raised in pleasant surprise and you grinned widely, earning a soft chuckle from him.
âoooh, you handlinâ business like that?â you teased as your grin smoothly converted into a smirk and you playfully rested your hand against the center of his chest, âokay, big daddy, i see you.â
Jermajesty laughed and lightly shook his head, his curls gently shifting with his movement, as your smirk slightly widened and you slowly caressed his chest with your palm, the motion suggestive yet you played it off as casual.
âstop playinâ with me like iâd let somebody talk shit about you and get away with it,â Jermajesty chuckled softly as he glanced down at your hand and smirked a little before gently grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to his mouth to press kisses against each of your knuckles, âyou rubbinâ my chest like you want somethinâ, mama.â
âmaybe i wanna piss your ex off some more,â you smirked, your voice shifting into a tempting tone, as you watched him kiss your knuckles before shifting your hand in his grasp, cupping his chin in your hand and resting your thumb against his cheek, âgive her weird ass more reasons not to like me.â
Jermajesty grinned at the sound of your words, though you could tell that he was on the same page as you by the glint in his pretty brown eyes, and his other hand slightly tightened on your side before he pulled you onto his lap, your hands moving to rest against his shoulders while you shifted your hips to properly straddle him.
âand maybe i wanna piss your other niggas off,â Jermajesty murmured as he gripped your hips and held them securely before leaning forward and pressing kisses along your jawline, âtired of havinâ to share you anyway.â
âsounds like a personal problem to me⊠damn near all my other niggas cut me off over all this shit anyway,â you chuckled softly as you cradled the back of Jermajestyâs head and let out a faint hum, leaning into his kisses, âyou bad for business, J.â
âmm, sounds like a personal problem to me, mama,â Jermajesty muttered against you, using your own words against you, as his thumbs rubbed small circles against your hips, âjust means i get more of you to myself. and speaking of problems⊠i was on your live earlier before i called you.â
âyou were?â you asked in amusement, your smile slightly widening, as Jermajesty hummed lowly and gently squeezed your hips in response, earning a soft snort from you, âwhatâd you think about my rant, boo?â
âi think,â Jermajesty deliberately paused and lowered his head into the crook of your neck as he left open-mouthed kisses against your melanated skin and used one of his hands to grip your chin and slightly tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to him while his other hand splayed across your back, âit was real sexy hearinâ you tell everybody about how i âlove to bury my faceâ in that pussy.â
âoh, you got flashbacks from that, huh?â you teased, your voice suddenly softer than before, as Jermajesty smirked a little at the change in your tone and latched around a particularly sensitive part of your neck, gently sucking at it and coaxing a soft moan from you.
âsomethinâ like that.â Jermajesty mumbled, softly nipping at your skin, as you inhaled sharply through your nose and slightly nudged his shoulder with your other hand, silently reminding him of your âno hickeysâ rule that he was clearly breaking by biting and sucking on you.
âJermajesty,â his name left your mouth in a breathy warning tone, trying your hardest to sound firm as if he wasnât practically making out with a sensitive part of your neck, âno hickeys, boy. i told you that from the beginning.â
smirking, Jermajesty slowly pulled away from your neck and raised his head as he looked up at you, his eyes lingering on your lips before flickering up to meet your gaze.
âwell, since everybody already thinks we together⊠might as well claim whatâs mine,â Jermajesty taunted playfully as he let go of your chin and wrapped his hand around your neck, his thumb rubbing the faint markings on the side of your neck, âthey look good on you, too. might give you some more later on.â
âi swear iâm gonâ hurt you.â you huffed softly, though a small grin crept onto your face, as Jermajesty grinned back at you and you leaned down to him, cupping his jaw in one of your hands before attaching your lips to his.
âi might like it⊠your threats sounds sexy.â
your back arched up off of the couch and a loud cry of bliss fell from your mouth as your orgasm rocketed through you and onto Jermajestyâs face, his hands firmly gripping your thighs to keep them pulled open while he continued hungrily lapping at your pussy. your fingers wiggled through his curls and a broken whimper fell from your lips as he ate you through your climax, helping the orgasmic shocks subside while you panted heavily underneath him.
âfuck,â you exhaled deeply, your body slowly coming down from its orgasm-induced high, as Jermajesty placed one final kiss against your clit before pulling his head back and looking up at you, a slight smirk on his face while he ran his tongue over his lips, âmaybe i needaâ brag about you givinâ me head more often.â
âyour other niggas gonâ be mad at you if you do,â Jermajesty smirked, slightly raising his eyebrows, as he let go of your thighs and moved up your body, hovering over you for a moment before leaning down to softly peck your lips, âthought that was somethinâ you wanted to avoid, mama?â
âthey already mad now, so itâll be alright,â you snorted softly, looking up at him, as you leaned up to him and pecked his lips twice in return before lowering your hands to the waistband of his pants, âtake these off, baby.â
âtake âem off for me since you wanna be bossy.â Jermajesty jokingly demanded, earning a soft laugh from you, as he leaned down to you again and kissed you deeply, your lips curling into a small grin against his while you returned the kiss.
as the two of you kissed, your hands worked on undressing his lower half, his hips shifting to help you out until he was completely bare just like you. easing his body on top of yours, his hips naturally slotted between your thighs and his erection pressed against your core, causing you to moan softly into the kiss while his hands returned to your thighs and gripped them to spread you further open.
Jermajesty slowly rolled his hips against your pussy once, allowing you to feel just how hard and girthy he was, and you whimpered quietly at the feeling as your hands cradled the back of his head and the two of you deepened the kiss simultaneously, both of you eager to feel each other closer than you already were.
however, before you could continue any further, the sound of a phone ringing struck through the heated silence in the room and the two of you groaned in unison before pulling away from the kiss and turning your heads towards the coffee table where both of your phones were.
âwhose damn phone is that?â you huffed, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your hands moved down to his forearms and you watched him slightly lean over to the coffee table to look between both of your phones â and by the look on his face, you already had your answer before he even said anything.
âitâs mine,â Jermajesty chuckled, grabbing his phone, as he leaned back into his original position and turned his phone around to show the screen, revealing an unsaved number and the âAnswerâ or âDeclineâ buttons underneath the digits, âguess who it is.â
âshe canât take a hint or some shit?â you scoffed, the furrow between your brows slightly deepening, as your eyes flickered between the phone and Jermajestyâs face, âblock her or somethinâ. she annoyinâ the fuck outtaâ me.â
ânah. i know exactly what iâma do,â Jermajestyâs lips curled up into a smirk â it wasnât his usual smirk and that alone shouldâve alerted you â and he flipped his phone around back to him as he looked at it for a moment before looking down at you, âyou trust me?â
you slightly narrowed your eyes at him and searched his face, as if trying to gauge what his intentions were and where his mind was at, ânot with that look on your face, J.â
âiâm not gonâ do nothinâ bad. a âyesâ or ânoâ is all i need,â Jermajesty answered simply as he slightly tilted his head and trailed his free hand up to your waist, gently squeezing it before caressing it slowly, âdo you trust me?â
you looked at him silently for a moment before slowly nodding your head, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth, ââŠyeah, i trust you.â
Jermajestyâs unreadable smirk turned into a full-blown mischievous smile and before you knew it, he had both of your legs thrown over his shoulders and his phone rested near your head, your eyes slightly widening once it started to connect in your head what he was about to do.
answering the call with one hand, Jermajesty purposely put the phone on speaker and slipped his other hand between your legs, his thumb momentarily teasing your clit before his hand shifted to grab ahold of his dick and guide it to your entrance.
âhello?â
ââŠhey, Jermajesty. um⊠look, i know iâm probably the last person you want to hear from right now, but i just wanted to say that iâm sorry for everything i posted today. i was wrong for that. i was just⊠really hoping we could talk about getting back togethââ
as she spoke, Jermajestyâs hips steadily pushed forward until his dick was buried to the hilt, which ultimately coaxed a long high-pitched moan from you since your legs being elevated on his shoulders put him at an advantage to dig deeper inside your walls.
he smirked proudly at the sound and slightly tightened his grip on your waist as his other hand gripped one of your thighs to keep your leg steady on his shoulder and he began thrusting into you at a quick yet deep pace, the sounds of skin-slapping filling the room and most likely echoing through the phone while he continued fucking you like you owed him something.
âohhh, fuuuuckâ nnnnghâ baby!â you cried out, your head falling back against the cushions, as your back tried to arch up from the couch but Jermajestyâs grip on your waist kept you pinned down, a loud desperate whine falling from your lips while you clung to his arms, ââM-Majestyyy!â
âmhm, thatâs it, mama. take that dick. keep takinâ it like a good girl fâme,â Jermajesty leaned down to you, essentially folding you in half, and he pressed kisses against your collarbone before inching his head up to rest in the crook of your neck, gliding his tongue across your skin and pulling a whimper from your vocals, âyou sound so pretty when you moaninâ for me like that, baby. love the way this pussy wettinâ me up.â
you were so far gone that you forgot that the two of you were still on the phone with Jermajestyâs ex since she had went completely silent, but he didnât, and thatâs why he was fucking you like this. he wanted her to hear everything â the way youâd moan with each rock of his hips, the way youâd cry out his name when he went too deep, the sounds of your bodies repeatedly colliding and becoming even slicker, the filthy things heâd say to you while deep inside you, and so much more that would send that poor woman into cardiac arrest.
raising his head from the crook of your neck, Jermajesty let go of your thigh and wrapped his hand around your jaw instead as he tilted your head back down, âlook at me, pretty girl.â
your eyes dazedly met his and you blinked rapidly through the pleasurable haze your mind was being shoved through as your hands left his arms and you cradled his face instead, a desperate attempt to ground yourself in the moment while he continued fucking you into the couch cushions as his ex-girlfriend listened.
âtalk to me, mama. tell me how iâm makinâ you feel.â
ây-youângh!âyou makinâ me f-feel soooo good, J!â
âyeah? you like when i fuck you like this, beautiful?â
âyes! ooh, fuuuuckâ yes, babyyy!â
the moment you felt Jermajesty slightly adjust the angle of his hips and thrust a little harder was the moment you completely shattered underneath him. you gasped loudly and youâd jaw went slack as your mouth hung open and your sounds grew higher in pitch and louder in volume, your noises beginning to punctuate each of his thrusts while your eyes rolled back again and your eyebrows furrowed.
âi found that spot, didnât i, mama?â Jermajesty smirked cockily, maintaining his angle, as your hands shot to his back and you gripped him tight, profusely nodding your head while your nails left crescent-shaped markings in his skin, âmhm, thatâs what i thought. hold onto me, baby, i got you. know i canât let my pretty girl down.â
your head fell back for a second time and a rough sob of pleasure left your mouth as your legs locked up on his shoulders and your knees started to graze your shoulders with each of his thrusts, earning a very high-pitched whine from you while your stomach muscles began to tighten and your walls started to flutter around his dick.
âi feel you, baby, you cumminâ? hm? you cumminâ on this dick fâme?â Jermajesty cooed, smirking a little, as he watched your body slightly jerk underneath his weight and took notice of the change in your vocals, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.
âughhh, yes!â you cried out, your voice wavering, as you quickly nodded your head and your eyes squeezed shut, your thighs beginning to tremble before your orgasm suddenly crashed down on you, âohhhh, my fuuuuckâ Jermajesty!â
as Jermajesty continued fucking you through your climax, both of you were unaware of the fact that his ex had hung up the phone before he asked you to tell him how you were feeling â but itâs not like either of you wouldâve actually cared if you had known.
she shouldâve known better than to call his phone while he was with you anyway.
you werenât supposed to be getting turned on watching your girlfriend do her reps, but here you were â your eyes practically staring a hole into Kayâs biceps like a creep as you watched her lift dumbbells with both of her tattooed hands and listened to her softly grunt with each completed rep.
you leaned against the doorway of the room with your arms crossed across your chest as you stood in one of Kayâs tour shirts and a pair of your underwear, your head slightly tilted to the side to help your eyes thoroughly follow each of her movements while you gently gnawed at your bottom lip.
Kay was dressed in a plain black Nike sports bra and a pair of baggy grey shorts that hung a bit low on her hips, exposing the waistband of boxers just enough to seemingly tease you and fuel the fire burning inside you. she had on her headphones like always, but this time, one of the earmuffs was off of her left ear, allowing her to hear the sounds around your shared home.
despite this, she hadnât even noticed you were standing at the doorway, too absorbed in her workout and her workout playlist to properly pay attention to her surroundings, and you werenât going to alert her either. with how slick your panties were getting just off of the sound of her grunts, if you did alert her of your presence, it would be by a lewd comment â and you were practically holding one in that was sitting at the back of your throat.
the moment she finished her reps, she let out a particularly breathy sound before sitting the dumbbells back onto the rack, the noise coming out like a mixture of a groan and a whine that nearly had your knees buckling and your legs collapsing underneath you.
before you could process the noise further, Kayâs eyes abruptly flickered over to you and a smile slowly spread along her pretty face, though you could tell there was a bit of mischievousness behind the joyful expression.
you watched Kay grab her phone from a nearby bench and pause her music as she took off her headphones and turned them off, sitting both of the electronics on the bench and turning to give you her full and undivided attention.
âhow long you been standinâ over there, girl?â Kay teased, her smile converting into a knowing smirk, as she grabbed her towel from the bench and patted her face dry before slinging it over her shoulder and walking over to you, your eyes never leaving her approaching figure.
âlong enough to be wishinâ i was a dumbbell,â you half-joked, grinning at her, as Kayâs smirk slightly widened and she chuckled softly, âi came to see if you were ready for me to cook us breakfast, but i, uh⊠got distracted.â
âmm⊠distracted, yeah?â Kay asked knowingly, her dark eyes looking you up and down, as she noticed how firmly your arms were crossed and how tight your thighs were pressed together, her gaze lingering there for a moment before flitting up to meet your eyes, âyou know, iâm real glad you came in⊠âcause i was actually startinâ to get a lilâ hungry.â
you knew exactly what she meant by her innuendo, and even if you didnât, you could tell by her face and the look in her eyes that she wasnât in the mood for actual food â she was in the mood for you â but is it bad that you wanted to hear her blatantly say it?
âso what you wanna eat, baby?â you asked casually, slightly tilting your head, as Kay slightly narrowed her eyes at you and you grinned unashamedly, earning a faint chuckle from her.
âitâs not about what i wanna eat, love. itâs about who i wanna eat.â
if you knew that watching Kay workout would end up with you pinned against the wall with your legs draped over her shoulders and her head between your thighs, you wouldâve started watching her a while ago.
your panties had been pulled off and discarded with ease as Kay found satisfaction between your legs, her mouth working skillfully yet feverishly on your slick pussy while your hands cradled the back of her head. your moans and cries echoed off of the walls of the home gym and your back slightly arched against the wall as your head sat tilted back and your mouth sat ajar, noises falling endlessly from your parted lips while the heels of your feet dug into Kayâs back.
âmmh, fuuuuck⊠y-you always s-soooo good tâme, baby,â you whimpered, one of your hands sliding down to cradle the nape of her neck, as you felt her arms flex around your thighs and you moaned at the feeling, an abrupt squeal falling from you once you felt her lips lock around your clit, âs-shiiiitâ Kay!â
Kay hummed against you in response and the vibrations sent a jerk through your hips as your fingers threaded through her hair and you lightly tugged on the strands, earning another hum from the woman between your thighs.
âohhhh, myâ Kaaaaay!â you suddenly cried out, the arch in your back deepening, as your eyebrows furrowed and the bridge of your nose slightly scrunched up, a sharp yelp falling from your lips before your orgasm came crashing down on you, âughhhh, fuck!â
maybe watching your girlfriend workout wasnât so creepy after all, especially if it ended like this.
Pairing(s): Jermajesty x f!Reader, Brief Jaafar x Reader
Genre: SMUT!!(MDNI), Enemies to lovers,, some angst, fluff.
Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI), Jaafar is single in this one baes. Jermajesty is older (reader is only a year younger.) Toxic!Jermajesty, Mean!Jermajesty(cruel really), Fireworks used as weapons. Jermajesty is obsessed in the worst way, he's lowkey a creep, lowkey though. Vomit. Brief Jaafar x Reader (I do mean brief, jermajesty donât play that.) Fingering, Choking, Arguing, Jermajesty has a big dick! P in V, No protection (Wrap it before you tap it, loves). Exhibitionism (He ainât coming off you for nothinâ sista). squirting. Spit as lube. Spit kink. Just filthy really.
Summary: Since diapers, Jermajesty has been the bane of your existence. Always picking at insecurities, making jokes at your expense, and finding ways to turn everything into a competition. Peace doesnât walk in the room when you two do. In fact, she passes the reigns to chaos, and leaves all together. Playing this game of back and forth has grown tiring, so you decide itâs time to shift focus. Jermajesty doesnât like that one bit.
W.C. : 6.2k
Authorâs Note: Hey guys! Iâm glad the snippet was well received! I have been sitting on this for a minute so I am happy to share. I really think is so cool, I am biased though Share what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it! Thank you for reading, my hearts! POV switches from third to second once we hit the present. NAWT proofread sista.
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[Spring: May 2nd, 2004. Codename: The Beginning.]
Two little ones sit face to face post wrestling match, on an ornate rug in Havenhurst's living room. One breathes heavily, face red, marked with a scowl and a wobbly lip, the other grips a wooden block marked with the letter âBâ triumphantly.Â
The girl takes in a deep breath, tears well in her eyes, and she exhales with a cry that could wake even the sandman. At the sound of her cries, The young boy's face contorts to match her own. While testing her lung capacity, she attempts to retrieve the block one more time, only to be met with a sharp pain in her temple. The boy made quick work to remove himself from the line of fire as she,impossibly, screamed louder. She picks up her own block, ironically marked with a âJâ, and launches it back with the same level of vitriol.Â
It doesnât connect with the tyrant in the room, no, that would be too easy. Instead, it collides with her motherâs shin, who had rushed in to see what all the fuss was about. When asked why she had turned their toys into projectiles, the poor girl, consumed by hysteria, couldn't get a response out.Â
A small voice, that was not her own, cut through the air,
âShe hit me!â
Before she knew it, three words without an ounce of truth to them, had landed her a sentence of fifteen minutes facing the wall.
This interaction, which may seem like ordinary toddler melodrama, marked the beginning of a y/nâs longstanding beef with Jermajesty.
[Summer: July 4th, 2010. Codename: The Pop-its Incident]
The fourth of July is normally a wholesome, family oriented, event. Trademarked by barbecues, games, a dip in the pool, popsicles that will inevitably melt under the California sun, and at the end of the night, beautiful displays of pyrotechnics, some even handheld, that should not be in the vicinity of a deranged nine-year old.Â
Y/n found herself exhausted. Between the outdoor activity that, no doubt brought about an early onset fatigue, and the fact that the young girl had practically stuffed herself to the gills with overdone hotdogs, a burger, and perhaps one-too-many cupcakes, by the time the sun began to set, she was nearly immobile.Â
With a towel wrapped around her shoulders, and a slouch in her spine, she, tiredly, tries to settle down on a lawn chair nestled in a corner of the backyard, wanting nothing more from the day than to just watch the fireworks. Unfortunately for y/n, the boy whoâs been plaguing all eight years of her life had other plans.Â
She sees him approach from a distance with a smile on his face and hands hidden from view. Looking back, that itself should have been enough of a warning. Still, she brushes it off with a roll of her eyes, sitting on the edge of the chair, with her hands on her knees and feet planted firmly on the warm pavement. By the time she looks up, he looms over her something behind his back.
â Y/n,â he addresses. She raises a very skeptical brow, waiting to see what treachery would leave his mouth next. âAre you having fun?â Jermajesty asks, shifting on his feet. She could tell something was amiss, very rarely did he willingly speak to her, and whatever he had behind him did nothing to soothe her nerves. Tired and bordering on overwhelmed, with a squint, y/n huffs, âWhat do you want?âÂ
Jermajesty feigns offense, brows furrowing as he takes a somber tone, âI canât talk to you now?âÂ
She scoffs, âWhen do you ever just talk? What, donât feel like terrorizing me today?â It was his turn to roll his eyes. âTerrorize is a weird way to describe a few jokes,â he says with a wave of his, now visible hand.Â
Before she can start rattling off the instances where Jermajesty absolutely did terrorize her, he cuts in again, this time with a quiet mumble, âI seriously did want to check on you. Didnât realize it was a crime.â Y/n knows better than to trust him, she swears she does. Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the hurt expression painted on his face, but she felt her guard lower. Her eyebrows relax, and she almost feels bad for assuming the worst. Almost.
âMy bad, Jermajesty. Yes I haââ The words all but die on her tongue when she hears a decently loud âPOP!â and feels a warmth near her feet. Thereâs only about two seconds allowed for recognition. This asshole was sending pop-its careening toward her feet. Y/n tries to scale the lawn chair, but the slits in it send her feet right back into the cross-hairs.
âJermajesty! Stop!â She screeches, practically dancing in the small area. He in fact, did not stop. It was almost like her terror was a motivator. The pop-its came faster, and she was terrified. If she wasnât before, y/n was definitely overwhelmed now, and tears formed before she could stop them. Of course, her torturer noticed, âAww, is the baby gonna cry?â He mocked, showing no sign of stopping his onslaught.Â
She wasnât âgonnaâ do anything, the tears were hot and very present. That wasnât really y/nâs main concern though. Remember her overindulgence? It was coming back to bite her in the ass. In her defence, she didnât foresee herself dodging mini explosives when she ate as much as she did.Â
The ambush only lasted around two minutes before Jermajestyâs father snapped his head in the direction of y/nâs cry for help, âBoy! Cut that out and go sit the hell down! Whatâs wrong with you?â The boyâs actions came to an immediate halt, knowing Jermaine's command outweighed his current amusement.
Y/n had never been more grateful for another human being in her, relatively short, life. Jermajesty let out an annoyed sigh, but ultimately retreated. As relieved as she was, the damage was already done, nausea had already begun sweeping over the girl. Her stomach churned, and with the swiftness of a fawn, y/n stumbled toward a trashcan. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side today, she made it about three steps forward before emptying the contents of her stomach onto the pavement.
Sounds of shock, displeasure, and pity ring throughout the backyard. Embarrassment and shame wrap her up into the world's most uncomfortable blanket as she continues to heave. She was sure now. She hates this fucker.Â
Janet, who y/n has considered her godsend ever since the time with the gum, jumps on the situation like a commander, âJermaine! Go get the baking soda from the kitchen. Randy, get the poor girl a new towel please.âÂ
They don't move, still baffled at what just took place. The woman lets out a tired sigh, and her voice raises a few decibels, âNow! Please!â Janet then turns her attention to poor y/n, who is now reduced to dry heaving over the concrete. âHoney, Iâm so sorry. Youâll be alright, okay?âÂ
Humiliation morphs into anger, and the disgruntled eight year old, nods absentmindedly. She isnât really paying much attention to the reassurance though, too busy trying to get her body to understand that she canât possibly throw her skeleton up too. All she can do in this moment is think of all the ways she could permanently remove that pest.Â
While brooding, a grating sound falls on her ears. That demon is laughing. Not just a chuckle, no no, he is doubled over, in almost the same position as her, wheezing. Jermajesty smacks his older brotherâs arm, who also seems to find the girlâs misfortune entertaining.
Y/n rises slowly, eyes shooting daggers in their direction. As intimidating as she wants to look, the evidence of her misfortune laying at her feet, and a little remaining on her lips just made the girl appear pitiful. That only garnered harder laughs from the two bozos across the yard.
 She opens her mouth, but it quickly closes as the reality sets in, she had effectively been made a fool of. Sure she couldâve expected this from Jermajesty, but seeing jaafar cackle alongside that fool really twisted the knife. Janet tells her to pay them no mind and ushers her off into the house to get cleaned up. Defeated yet again, y/n retreated with her head hung low, and tail tucked.Â
This terribly embarrassing day, marked a pivotal moment between, one where y/n decides she was done playing nice with Jermajesty.
[Winter: December 20th, 2015. Codename: Cancel Christmas]
Ah yes, the holly-jolly season. Hot-coca, stockings over the fireplace, and of course, incessantly violent bickering with Jermajesty. It always starts small with him. A disagreement about where candy canes should go, or who would be responsible for cleaning up the discarded tinsel. But alas, the hormones that accompany adolescence make these seemingly small problems, very big problems.
Y/n was irritable. Very, very irritable. As she developed through the years, so did her issues with her incredibly annoying counterpart. It didnât help that her body (and brain) began to change at a speed she did not agree with.Â
Curves filling out, making everything in her closet look like a poor choice, a newfound hatred for her reproductive system, acne that showed her what true stubbornness looked like, having to navigate the terrors of high school, and feelings she did not enjoy having. Since when is that vermin attractive? Y/n didnât have an answer, and that pissed her off more.
Her irritation reaches new heights as her family heads toward the Jacksonâs home. She felt in her bones that today was not going to be a good day. Y/n still hadnât forgiven him for the shit he pulled on the fourth way back when. The only upside to her, was that she had forgiven his older brother, and was looking forward to stealing glances at him through the night.
Things were calm when she arrived. Stepping out of the car and making her way to the door, y/n thought about civility, and just how long it would last. The answer? Not very.
Jermajesty started it, he always starts it. A pointed comment about how y/n was drooling over Jaafar, while she worked on hanging the ornament she made in art class, a yearly tradition for her. His jab earns a few chucklesâŠand a sound that could only be described as disgust from the older of the two boys. Y/n was sure she would implode. She snapped her head in his direction with a grimace, âShut up, no Iâm not!â (She absolutely was)
Jermajesty scoffs, âSuree, what else are you gonna lie about?â He asked with a smug look gracing his features. The girl leans into her teenage rage, âI lie about liking you all the time, canât you tell?â The boyâs face falls flat, âYou think I like you? I tolerate you because my family insists on bringing you around.âÂ
Y/n lets out a dry laugh, âI wish they didnât, I canât stand you. You have got to be one of the most infuriating people on the planet, not to mention, youâre a certified idiot. I hate that we even breathe the same air, so donât worry about having to like me, Jermajesty.â
A beat of silence passes before the insults begin flying. He calls her stupid, she calls him ugly, he hits her with a âpizza faceâ comment, and she delivers a devastating blow about how his âgirlfriendâ has three other boyfriends.Â
In that moment, Jermajesty all but lost what little sense he did have, âYou canât talk! Didnât the entire football team bend you over two weeks ago?âÂ
Poor, poor y/n, sheâs yet to figure out that in a battle of who can go lower, Jermajesty will always have her beat. It was an outright lie, one that caught the attention of everyone in the room.Â
âYou two, ENOUGH!â Y/nâs father booms, he then shifts his gaze toward his daughter. Y/n immediately tries to save her ass, âDad, heâs lying! I swear, Iâve never evenââ she stops speaking when the older man raises his hand. âWe will talk about this at home, grab your things, now.â
Begrudgingly, she follows directions, making sure to grab her charger, phone, and the ornament, All while Jermaine profusely apologizes to her father for his sonâs behavior.
She throws one more glance in Jermajestyâs direction, fully expecting to see the same smirk that always rests on his face when he lands her in hot water. Instead, y/n finds something akin to remorse. Jermajesty opens his mouth, but quickly shuts it when she sticks one finger in the air. He rolls his eyes and returns the gesture with a mock smile.and leaves the home with her head held high
Attraction be damned, the long conversation she is going to be forced to endure in her family's living room snuffed out whatever she was feeling for that insolent brat.Â
For the first time in fourteen years, y/n hadnât left the Jackson estate in tears. She did, however, leave with a bit of clarity.Â
Here marks the day y/n realized battling Jermajesty was always going to be a losing game.
[Fall: November 25th, 2021. Codename: Older Brothers]
It had been approximately a year and a half since y/n last saw the jacksons in person. With covid, and the lockdown put in place because of it, she hasnât really seen much of anybody. During this time,y/n had grown into what some would describe as a walking wet dream, intentionally, of course. Body to die for, skin as clear as glass, and a charm that was hard to resist. She wasnât naive to this either, nuh-uh, y/n knows sheâs a bad bitch, and she plans to use that to her advantage.
 Jaafar has become a new point of interest. At twenty, y/n knows exactly what her type is, and he checks every last box. She had already formulated a gameplan for this year's thanksgiving dinner. Hair styled to perfection, a manicure that cost a fortune, some little black dress that showed off every asset sheâd gained, three spritzes of a very expensive perfume, and the sexiest pair of heels she could find.
When she crosses under the threshold into the home she had grown to miss, she hears a few gasps, and a devious smile forms on her face. This is good, very good. She greets the family one-by-one with a hug, making small conversation with some. Most of the attendees comment on how good she looks, shocked to see the new version of the young woman before them. She giggles, and thanks them, moving through the room with an effortless grace.
When her eyes land on her target, who is already gawking at her, her smile grows large enough to show a perfect set of pearly white teeth. Y/n has every intention of fucking Jaafar. However, in her lust driven pursuit, she forgot to account for her biggest obstacle. Jer-fucking-majesty, who seems to be making it his personal mission to deter her from her goal. Before she can get her arms wrapped around Jaafar, the nuisance before her slides in between them, disrupting the exchange of greetings. Her arms drop and frustration cascades across her face.
âY/n, itâs been a while.â He states, looking down at her. She canât help the way her eyes find the back of her head. âYes, it has Jermajesty. As is to be expected when a pandemic occurs.â He chuckles, âWell, you look good. Real good.â That comment nearly short-circuts her brain. Did her arch-nemesis just compliment her? She waits for the punchline, the cruel follow-up that always comes with a statement like that from him.
When it doesnât, and she realizes heâs serious, she steps back a bit. âIâ, thankâŠyou.â She says slow, still skeptical. He nods once, but refuses to move. Y/n grows impatient, âExcuse me, I was in the middle of greeting Jaafar.â She mumbles. Jermajestyâs brows furrow, âEverybody else got a hug, I canât?â She folds her lips together, unsure of how to navigate this new territory. She settles on a quick side-hug. âThere, now can you move?âÂ
He kisses his teeth, and steps to the side. He watches how the girl he spent so much time driving up a wall practically melts into his brotherâs arms. He notices how far you went to get Jaafar to notice. He notices how his brother inhales deeply, how his hands slide dangerously low on y/nâs waistline, how you didnât correct his brotherâs grip, and most importantly, he canât help but notice that all he got was a fucking side-hug.Â
Why does he even care? Itâs not like you mean anything to him, right. Wrong, very wrong. Jermajesty is pissed. Heâs spent so much time making you look unappealing, publicly commenting on every imperfection, spreading rumors to keep everyone away, intentionally ruining dates and relationships, oh and most notably, since December of â15, convincing his brother that he should want nothing to do with you. All in the name of love of course, you didnât know that. You didnât need to know that. He made sure that the girl heâs been infatuated with since the age of four, didnât have a clue about the strings he pulled in the background.Â
Jermajesty knew what he was about to do was wrong, but in his beautifully twisted mind, it would be justified. While the girl, his girl, revels in the affection sheâs receiving from his older brother, he grabs a cup resting on the dinner table. She was so blissfully unaware, cute.
The chilled champagne runs down y/nâs back, and serves as a stark reminder to never trust the man standing right behind her. She whips around so fast she nearly falls. With vitriol running through her veins, yet again, she slaps Jermajesty so hard her hand stings. His head is turned, and his hand comes up to his cheek, âWhat. The. Fuck, is your problem? Huh? Do you ever stop? I mean seriously, I canât fucking stââ He wears a smile and nods as she rants on and on about how she hates him and canât stand him, and wishes they never met.
Jermajesty lets her go on for another minute or two before he grabs her wrist and drags her through the house and out the door. Despite her best effort, his grip is firm,she canât do much but stumble behind him, and let the expletives fall from her lips in protest.
Once the cool air wraps around them, Jermajesty spins to face her, still holding on. He leans in close, whatever y/n had planned to say next evaporated from her mind. His eyes are dark, and his face is devoid of any amusement. It quickly registers in the young ladyâs mind that Jermajesty means business. She remains silent, real intimidation settles over her as she waits for him to say something.
Jermajesty then moves his lips to her ear, âIf you ever pull that shit again, Iâll show you how cruel I can really be. Stay away from Jaafar, last warning.â Y/n stood there frozen, jermajesty releases his grip on the girl, walking past her, and heading back toward the house. She was utterly baffled, and admittedly pissed because, who was he to tell her who she could and couldnât interact with. Still,even with the cold champagne that has now ruined her dress, y/n couldnât ignore the warmth that settled deep in her belly. As she stood there processing, she came to a conclusion.
This year's Thanksgiving marks the day that the girl, who entered a feud with humanity's biggest terror all those years ago, realizes the attraction she thought she snuffed out wasnât dead. Just buried.
[Summer: July 25th 2026. Codename: Quit Playinâ With Me]
Admittedly, you knew what you were doing. Jermajesty hadnât made much of a move since Thanksgiving, five fucking years ago. Yeah the fights had morphed into an aggressive sort of flirting, that began to serve more as foreplay. And sure, everytime you showed interest in another man Jermajesty had more than enough to say about it, but aside from that, you hadnât made much progress. So, you figured he needed a little push. What better place to make that happen than at Jaafarâs birthday party?
In all honesty, you wanted to know if Jermajesty would make good on his promise. It was a fifty-fifty gamble with him though, you were either going to leave very satisfied, or teary-eyed, or both. Still, it was a risk you were more than willing to take at this point.
You waltz into the familiar backyard, body clad in a swimsuit that was essentially string, smelling good, and looking better. This time though, it wasnât for anyoneâs attention but his. You made a bee-line for Jaafar, greeting as many as you could in the process. When you reached him, a smile spread across his face. He sat there, on a pool chair, in all his glory, in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, and sunglasses. âLook at you, whenâd you get so fine mama?â Though you werenât here for him, it didnât hurt to receive a compliment or two from Jaafar.
You cracked a grin, âBeen that, baby.â He chuckled, and opened his arms up for you. The scenario felt familiar, except this time, when you leaned in, there was no Jermajesty. Jaafar wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you down into his lap with a quickness that startled you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and spoke, soft and gentle, âSo, how you been? Havenât had time to catch up since we first started filming.âÂ
You couldnât help the giggle that escaped your body, âBeen fine, same-old, same-old. Heard the movies doing well, hot-shot. As it should, by the way, you did amazing. Your uncle would be proud.â Jaafar gives your waist a small squeeze, âThank you, that means a lot coming from you, y/n.â You opened your mouth to assure that itâs the truth, but before you can, a shadow is cast over you. A shiver runs down your spine, and you sit up a little straighter.
His appearance matches his brotherâs, except for the sunglasses, he wants to make sure you look him in the eye. His voice is chillingly calm, as he glares down at you, âGet up.â You shift a little on Jaafarâs lap. The older brother speaks first, âShe doesnât have to move, if you donât like it go inside, or away.â Jermajesty doesnât spare so much as a sideways glance toward Jaafar, eyes still trained on yours with a hard stare, âYou have two fucking seconds to get the fuck off his lap.â
With that, your brain finally catches up, and you stand embarrassingly fast. Jermajesty doesnât miss a beat, and begins walking toward the entrance of the home âBring your ass in the house, now.â You throw Jaafar an apologetic glance, and quickly trail his brother. Jermajesty moves through the house with an aura of danger surrounding him. If you werenât so giddy, you mightâve been a little scared for what was to come.
When you reach his bedroom door, he holds it open for you, looking at you expectantly. Slowly, you walk in, stopping just inside the door, unsure of what to do next. He slips in behind you, the door shuts. You turn your head to see his hand resting on the handle. He takes a deep breath,
 âBefore I do, what Iâm about to do, you need to let me know if you want this as bad as I do.â He says, tone measured, controlled, just as chilling as it was before. You nod twice, and he shakes his head, âWords. Y/n. Use them.â You let out a shaky breath, âYes, I wantââ
The rest of the sentence dies on your tongue as a hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to make a point, but not enough to cause any harm. Your back meets the door behind you, and a gasp attempts to leave your body. Jermajesty catches your lips in a searing, possessive kiss, all teeth, and tongue with little room left to breathe. You all but melt right there, he breaks the kiss, leaving a string of spit connecting the two of you, and a pout forms on your lips.
âYou just donât listen, do you baby? Hm?â You looked up at Jermajesty, pupils blown. His hand, serving as the prettiest necklace youâve ever owned, shifts into a firm grip under your jaw, he leans in, lips brushing your ear. The already damp spot formed on the fabric nestled between your legs starts to grow, âYou just had to keep pushing. I told you what would happen, and look, you did it anyway, didnât you?â
You try to nod, but he holds you steady, âCome on, baby. Answer me,â When you open your mouth, he shifts his hand down, squeezing once more. A garbled sound is all you manage to get out, âMm, there you go again. Not listening,â Jermajesty shakes his head as he tuts with a wicked smile. He loosens his grip just a bit. Soft kisses begin at the back of your ear, and make their way down to a spot on your neck that pulls a soft whine from your lips. A deep chuckle leaves the man towering over you, âThatâs right, pretty girl. Keep making those sweet sounds for me, yeah?â
The hand around your throat slips further down, fingers ghosting over the hardened buds beneath your swim-top. Gently, he toys with the thin fabric before his fingers move swiftly to undo the ties on your neck and back. The top falls and you stand there now, bare chested, dripping with excitement. With a deep inhale, Jermajesty begins to kiss down your sternum, cupping both breasts with his large hands. Slowly, he takes the left bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, just enough to tease, while he rolls the right between his index and thumb.Â
A sultry sound leaves your mouth, one that sounds like music to his ears. Jermajesty groans, and with a âpopâ, removes himself from your chest. With his voice barely above a whisper, he makes you one more promise. âIâm gonâ show you who the fuck you belong to tonight.â The ruined bottoms do very little to hide just how badly you want that. His right hand glides down the length of your body, stopping just shy of the waistband.
Jermajesty searches your eyes for hesitancy one last time, when he doesn't find it, his fingers dip below the last barrier between the two of you. He swipes a finger up your slit, making you shudder, âSo fucking wet,â he whispers, undoubtedly to himself. The pads of his fingers are rough, calloused, and add a delicious friction as his thumb finds your little bundle of nerves.
As he works it in painfully slow, steady circles, two fingers enter you, and a pornographic moan leaves your mouth, âBaby please,â you beg, as he continues to tease, pumping them slowly. He chuckles, âOh? mâbaby now? I thought I was a piece of shit you couldnât stand.â The huff you let out tells him he has you right where he wants you. He curls his fingers and just brushes past that spongy spot, your frustrated whine rings out in the air. Jermajesty laughs softly, âThis not enough for you baby?Didn't know you were so greedy.âÂ
Annoyance began to seep into your bones. If he wanted to play so bad, then fine, âYouâre taking too long, I can always ask Jaafar to handle this, you know?â
Jermajesty freezes, not long before he rips his hand away from your pussy, rises to his full height and grabs you by your waist. You let out a surprised squeak, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso as he hoists you up, and walks you toward the bed. He isnât gentle as he tosses you onto it. Your body comes off of the mattress in a small bounce. Your eyes rake over the man standing above the bed, the tent in his trunks makes your eyes widen. Good, he wants you to watch. Jermajesty makes quick work of the shorts, tossing them off in some corner of his room.Â
Good god, you knew it was big, but you were severely under prepared. Your best guess is roughly eight and a half inches. Heâs neatly trimmed, thereâs a small batch of hair at the base. The tip is a deep mauve, the shaft is a shade darker than the rest of him with a pronounced vein running all the way down, and just below rest two heavy round balls.
He wastes no time in getting your bottoms off next, practically ripping the dainty little thing off of you. He tosses them, and looks back at your dripping core. Again, two of his fingers find a home deep in your pussy, only this time, Jermajesty isnât so nice about it. He sets a brutal, unforgiving pace that has you arching your back. He leans over, âOpen your mouth,â you obey, already dizzy from the pleasure. His spit hits the back of your throat, and you swallow, âThatâs it,â he picks up the pace, your hand shoots out to clutch his forearm in an attempt to slow him down and quell the fire quickly spreading through your body. âMove your hand,â he murmurs, while bullying your g-spot with precision. The sounds of your sopping pussy bounce off the walls, as he pushes you closer to release. âPlease, Please, JerâŠPlease!â
You arenât even sure what it is that youâre begging for, he has you dazed and drunk off the feeling of him, and he hasnât even fucked you yet. A cry leaves your lips, and you grip his arm tighter, âHe canât make you beg like this, pretty girl.â Tears form in your eyes as you just about tip over the edge, âJerâ oh fuck, Maj⊠gonnaâ cum!â Again, his fingers leave your core. The sudden denial leaves you frustrated beyond belief, a wail rips from your chest.
âWhat the fuckââ, Jermajesty cuts you off, flipping you over onto your stomach. âShut the fuck up.â He teases you again, running his tip along your slit, âYou wanna cum? Tell me who this shit belongs to.âyou arch a little deeper, âMm, if I say Jaafar, how hard will you fuck me?âÂ
In one slow deep thrust, Jermajesty starts to fill you. The stretch stings so good, you both moan at the sensation. He gives a few shallow thrusts before his resolve snaps, and he bottoms out in one deep thrust. The tip of his fat dick kisses your cervix just right, it takes everything in you not to collapse. When he pulls back out, you hiss, the sensation feels addictive. He drives back into you, and begins to fuck you like a man starved. The pace he sets is punishing, you canât do much but cry out, gripping the sheets as the same heat from before begins to pool in your belly. Jermajesty drills into that spongy spot over and over, the pleasure overwhelms you, your jolts forward involuntary. At the sight, his sweat covered brow furrows, he grips your waist with both hands, pulling you back onto him. A heavy hand cracks down on your ass twice,
âDonât you dare fucking run. Take this shit, babyâ fuck! Take. It.â Your eyes hit the back of your head, fisting the sheets so hard you were sure theyâd rip, as he slams into you fervently.Â
The sound of skin clapping echoes in the room, his headboard hits the wall, matching his tempo. Jermasty lets out a deep groan that goes straight to your core.
âShitâ, best fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever had.â As his hips continue to slam into yours, your drool covers his pillow, âItâs yours, Jermajestyâ Fuck itâs yours!â You scream out. Though you can't see it, a toothy smile forms on your lover's face. While still inside you, he rolls over onto your side, âSay it again, baby, louder,â you do as he says, nearly screaming as he delivers steady, mean, strokes into your wet hole. âThatâs right, this my pussy,â he says, bringing one of your legs over his torso. His hand found your clit once more, rubbing fast tight circles into the swollen nub.
As you approach ecstasy, the door slams open. Jaafar, stands there with a baffled expression. âWhat the hellââ You startle, brought out of your pleasure induced state by the sudden intrusion. Jermajesty doesn't stop his ministrations for a single second. Instead, his hand leaves your bundle of nerves and grips your jaw, making you face him.Â
âCum on this dick and show him who you belong to, baby.â He brings his hand back down to your clit, doubling down. He fucks you harder, thrusts faster than before leave your head reeling even more than it already has been. Jermasesty draws new patterns on your clit, it takes you ten seconds to realize heâs spelling out his name. A foreign pleasure shoots through your body, âJer, waitâ I think Iâm gonna pee! Slowâ FuckâŠSlow down!â He spells faster, bullies that spot just a few more times, licks the shell of your ear, and whispers, âLet me have it baby, prove to me that youâre mine.â Your eyes roll back, mouth forming into a perfect âOâ shape, before your release cascades down your thighs, and his, onto the bed.
Jermajesty pumps into you a few more times, now chasing his own release. âDid so good. You Did. So. Fucking. Good. Pretty. Girl.â His words are accentuated by a few more deep thrusts. Your brain has turned to mush, one last thrust has him cumming with a shout of your name. His hold on you tightening, as you milk him for everything heâs got. He holds his seed deep as his body rides out the after-shocks.Â
When you two finally come down, he sits you up gently. Breathing labored, and very clearly blissed out, you look at him in your daze, âThat was amazing, Jer,â He nods in agreement, wondering how you were still functioning. â âI canât help but wonder though, what made you soâŠpossessive?â Jermajesty flashed a smile and chuckled while still trying to catch his breath, âY/n, baby. Iâve been in love with you since I clocked you in the head with that block. Pardon me if Iâm a little 'possessive.ââÂ
You werenât sure what answer you expected, but you knew it wasn't that. Though, when you think back, you canât help but feel that you let him slide with the shit heâs pulled through the years for that very same reason.
âHm, well I think I love you too Jer. I would love to dwell on it, but Iâm tired, sweaty, and I think we just permanently scarred your brother.â You rambled on.
The man rolled his eyes, âWe can talk in the morning, Jaafarâll be fine, we can shower together, and sleep after.â You couldnât help yourself. You tried though, âHow well does âapology pussyâ go over with your brother?â Jermajestyâs face fell flat, and you cackled like a hyena.
âY/n, quit fucking playinâ with me.â Your laughs died down to a hum, âOkay, okay. You're sleeping on the side with the wet spot though!â Jermajesty kissed his teeth playfully, it was worth it.
you had no business being here â and deep down inside, you knew that â but you couldnât help yourself anymore, and you were ready and willing to accept any consequences that followed your decision.
you had maintained a crush on Kehlani for months at this point, and you were starting to grow tired of abiding by your sisterâs rule of not pursuing her. granted, you knew she only made that rule to protect you just in case things hit the fan, but that only intensified your desire for Kehlani more than anything.
ironically, Kehlani felt the same way you did, and whenever the two of you were around each other in your sisterâs presence, youâd always find subtle ways to flirt â even lingering eye contact felt like telepathic communication. however, out of respect for you sister, things never went any further than that â at least, until now.
it was around 1 oâclock in the morning and you were standing on Kehlaniâs porch, your eyes staring at her front door as if contemplating your next move. on one hand, you knew you shouldnât be here because your sister would be really pissed off at you. but on the other hand, your desires could no longer be ignored, and you were also growing tired of trying to satisfy your sisterâs wishes while also denying yourself bliss.
so what did you do? you rang Kehlaniâs doorbell.
it went silent for a minute after that and it made you think she was either asleep or not home, but before you could move to walk off of her porch, the front door swung open and revealed Kehlani in all her glory.
she stood dressed in a fitted white tee and grey sweatpants, her black pixie cut a bit messy presumably because of sleeping and unconsciously rolling around in her bed. her eyebrows slightly raised at the sight of you and her brown eyes slowly eyed you up and down as a small lazy smirk settled upon her lips and she leaned against her door frame, crossing her arms across her chest while her eyes eventually found yours.
âwhat you doinâ here this late?â Kehlani asked teasingly as she lightly tilted her head and fully raised one of her eyebrows, âyour sister ainât here, boo.â
âi know sheâs not,â you answered simply with a shrug of your shoulders, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth from her taunting, âbut you know why iâm here. we both know why iâm here, so letâs do it.â
Kehlaniâs smirk slightly widened at your words and she hummed softly as she leaned up from her doorway to properly look at you, âyou know if she finds out about this, she gonâ kick both of our asses, right?â
âthatâs exactly why she wonât find out. now let me in.â
âKehâ⊠oh, fuuuuckâŠâ a whimper fell from your lips as you watched her hips slowly push forward, your pussy completely engulfing her strap and sucking her in deeper and deeper.
âmm, look at that,â Kehlani purred as one of her hands gripped one of your thighs to spread you further open and she continued pushing forward until she was buried to the hilt, her bottom lip slightly resting between her teeth at the sight of you completely bare and spread open for her, âi always had a feelinâ this pussy was just as pretty as your face, baby.â
you moaned at her words and your gaze dropped between your legs as you watched Kehlaniâs hips pull back before pushing forward again, earning a squeal from you and a smirk from her.
âuh-huh, thatâs what i wanna hear,â both of her hands moved to grip the back of your knees and she held them securely as she pushed your legs further open and started thrusting a deep and moderate pace, watching the strap disappear inside you and reappear incredibly slick, âwanna hear those sexy ass noises from you, mama. let me hear âem.â
your hands clung to her tattooed arms and your head fell back as a loud whine fell from your lips and your eyebrows furrowed, squelching noises echoing off of the walls of Kehlaniâs bedroom while your eyes rolled back.
âyeaaah⊠mhm, there you go. such a good fuckinâ girl for me,â Kehlani leaned down and planted a kiss between the valley of your breasts before moving her head to rest in the crook of your neck, âlet me hear how good iâm makinâ you feel. let me hear how much this pussy been begginâ for me. let me hear just how much you been cravinâ me, baby.â
as she spoke, her thrusts increased in depth and speed, sending your voice into a higher octave. your moans came out broken and extremely high-pitched as you clung to Kehlaniâs waist, feeling her nip, lick, and suck at your neck and presumably leave behind hickeys that youâd end up having to cover up.
âoooh, Kehâ! oh, babyyyyâ baby! yessss! fuuuck, yes!â your words came out into a loud whine and your legs locked up in her grasp as your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes rolled back, your grip tightening on her sides while your back slightly arched up from the bed, âfeels s-sooooâah!âsâgood, bae! so f-fuckinâ gooddd!â
âshow me how good it feels and cum fâme, pretty girl,â Kehlani murmured against your neck, gliding her tongue against the faint markings she had left behind, as you gasped sharply and your body suddenly jerked underneath hers, a whimper-like cry falling from your vocals while your orgasm rocketed through you, âoooh, you such a good listener, baby. love how attentive you are when iâm deep inside this wet lilâ pussy.â
what your sister didnât know wouldnât hurt her at all⊠right?
âyou canât be makinâ all this noise while everybodyâs sleepinâ, babyâŠâ
you whimpered quietly in response and your breathing slightly hitched as Jackieâs fingers continued to tease your clit by rubbing it in slow circles, one of your hands wrapping around his upper arm while the other cradled the back of his neck.
âdonât want nobody to walk in on us, right?â Jackie murmured, pressing soft kisses along your jawline, as you swallowed thickly and shook your head to the best of your ability, taking notice of the way Jackieâs mouth slightly curled into a smirk against you, âgottaâ keep it down then, pretty mama.â
truthfully, you had no business being at Hayvenhurst this late at night â especially since everyone in the home was asleep and unaware of your presence â but you couldnât help yourself.
you hadnât been able to see Jackie in almost two weeks because of how busy him and his brothers had been with rehearsals and you couldnât stand being away from him any longer, which led to you sneaking out of your house and into Jackieâs bedroom around 1 oâclock in the morning.
your pants were discarded on the other side of the bed and one of Jackieâs hands rested inside your slick panties as he toyed with your pussy, collecting your arousal with his middle and ring fingers and spreading it around while simultaneously stimulating your clit.
his mouth remained on your face, pressing kisses against your cheeks and mandible if he wasnât tonguing you down, and heâd whisper sweet nothings to you as he pleasured you, coaxing you to stay quiet while simultaneously making you more aroused.
âJ⊠JackieâŠâ you moaned softly, feeling his head dip down into the crook of your neck, as your head instinctively tilted to the side and a faint sigh of pleasure fell from your mouth at feeling of Jackieâs lips press against your melanated skin.
âhm?â Jackie hummed lowly, the sound barely audible yet you heard it loud and clear since his mouth had migrated to the spot of your neck that was close to your ear.
âstop teasinâ me,â you whined quietly as your hand slightly shifted on the nape of his neck and your fingers gently slid inside the underside of his afro, lightly clutching his curls while his tongue glided across your skin, âainât seen you in weeks and you doinâ me wrong, babyâŠâ
Jackie grinned a little against your neck and he chuckled softly as he raised his head and looked down at you, his dark eyes sitting hooded while they thoroughly scanned your face as if he was memorizing your features.
âthen tell me how you want it, sweet thang,â Jackie murmured, slowly dragging the tips of his fingers through your folds to gather your wetness again, as your body gently shuddered and your fingers twitched against his bicep, earning a small smirk from him, âtell me how you want me to touch you.â
âJackieââ
âmm-mm,â Jackie cut your whine short with a soft hum as he planted a quick kiss on your lips to completely silence you, âdonât start all that whininâ. use that pretty mouth and tell me how to touch you, câmon.â
whenever it came down to being vocal about what you wanted from Jackie in bed, you always shied away from the conversation. it felt embarrassing for you to say the dirty things roaming around in your mind, but regardless of how timid you got, Jackie loved to hear you say them. he found it sexy that you got bashful about admitting what you desired, and whenever he got the chance to, heâd always end up sweet-talking you into speaking your mind.
âi want⊠want your fingers inside me.â
âyeah? how many, mama?â
ââŠone for now.â
âfast or slow?â
âslow.â
on cue with your words, Jackieâs hand lowered and his middle finger teasingly pressed against your entrance before slowly sliding deep inside you, a soft gasp falling from your lips as a small furrow formed between your eyebrows. his eyes never left your face and he watched your expression shift with each stroke of his finger as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, feeling the way your walls engulfed his finger and completely soaked it.
âthatâs it, there you go. let me work you open, baby.â Jackie cooed lowly, causing your head to tilt back, as a soft shaky exhale fell from your lips and your hand left his afro to join the other on his upper arm, slightly clinging to it while his middle finger caressed your walls.
âoh, baby,â you mewled softly, the term of endearment coming out breathy, as your thighs subconsciously spread wider and your hips slightly shifted to feel him deeper, âgimmeâ one moreâŠâ
âyou can get whatever you want from me.â and with that, he slowly pushed his ring finger inside of you and gently stretched you open further, your back slightly arching up from the bed while your eyes rolled back.
âohhhh, myââ
âshhh,â Jackie whispered, planting another quick kiss against your lips to silence you, as he slightly shifted his weight to press you back down onto the bed and covered your mouth with his unoccupied hand before pushing his fingers deeper inside of you, pulling an abrupt squeal from you that was muffled by his palm, âwhat i say, huh? canât be makinâ all this noise, baby.â
you tried your hardest to quiet down, but you couldnât help the quiet moans and mewls that his fingers coaxed from your vocal cords, the furrow between your eyebrows slightly deepening as your hips slowly rolled upward to match his pace and create friction between your clit and his palm.
Jackieâs eyes dropped below your waist and he watched your hips roll in sync with his thrusts for a moment before his gaze flitted back towards your face, his dick stiffening further in his pajama pants at the sound of your soft and muffled cries.
âwant it faster? hm?â Jackie murmured, shifting his palm from your mouth to your jaw, as he cradled your jaw in his hand and leaned closer to your face again, planting soft kisses against your cheek before pressing another quick one against your lips, âwant me to speed it up for you, baby?â
ây-yes,â you whimpered feebly as you desperately leaned up to catch his lips again, one of your hands leaving his arm to hold onto the back of his neck for a second time, âplease, baby⊠i want it faster.â
Jackieâs mouth met yours halfway and the two of you engaged in a heated lip-lock as his fingers quickened into a moderate pace, the soft sound of squelching filling the room from how wet you had gotten while his thumb shifted to properly rub your clit in circles that matched the speed of his middle and ring fingers. you moaned feverishly into the kiss and he swallowed every sound, his hand leaving your jaw and wrapping around your neck to hold you place instead.
as Jackieâs fingers continue skillfully pleasing you, your noises had managed to grow higher in pitch and your body pressed closer against his as your hips stilled in place and your grip tightened on his upper arm and the back of his neck, holding him flush against you while you continued letting out sounds of pleasure against his lips.
suddenly, Jackieâs fingers slightly curled against your walls and you gasped sharply as your jaw dropped and your eyebrows furrowed deeply, the kiss unintentionally breaking from the way your jaw went slack. noticing this, Jackieâs eyes fluttered open and they searched your face for a moment before the ghost of a smirk slowly appeared on his own, recognizing the gasp you let out as a sign that he had ultimately hit your spot.
âright there?â Jackieâs fingers curled again, more deliberate this time, and your hips jerked forward as your head tipped back and you swiftly bit down on your bottom lip, knowing you were bound to lose control of yourself if he kept this up, âoh, you like it right there, donât you?â
the moment the pads of Jackieâs fingers rubbed up against your spot for a third time, you completely lost it. your hips jerked again, more roughly than before, and the bridge of your nose scrunched up as your thighs suddenly clamped shut around Jackieâs hand and your orgasm immediately flooded through you, your jaw falling open into a silent scream while your eyes rolled back and both of your hands moved to tightly cling to his arm.
âoh, yeah, there she go. thereâs my pretty girl. let me help you ride it out, baby, spread them legs fâme again.â
âMarlon!â no!â stop it!ââ you squealed as you and Michael pushed against the closet door with all the strength both of you hand, trying to stop Marlon, Jermaine, and Tito from successfully closing the door on the two of you.
âuh-uh, yâall got business to handle! gonâ and get all that mushy out of yâallâs systems so everything can go back to normal!â Marlon remarked through boyish laughter as the three brothers suddenly shoved their body weight against the door in unison and the force sent you and Michael back from the door and tumbling to the ground, a yelp coming from you and a grunt coming from him while the two of you fell wrapped in each otherâs limbs.
Michaelâs brothers were known to toy with you and him, especially since it was obvious â to them, at least â that you and Michael had not-so secret feelings for each other, but three of them going as far as to shove you and him in a closet together was extremely embarrassing for both of you.
to be more specific, it was Marlon who dragged you to the closet and Jermaine who followed him with Michael in his arms, but it was Tito who held the closet door open for them to put both of you in there.
you and Michael had been friends since you were teenagers and spent much of your adolescence together, even going as far as sneaking out to see each other and hang out at odd times of the night. as time progressed, your bond grew stronger and the two of you were practically two peas in a pod, but somewhere along the way, things started to shift between the two of you.
it wasnât very obvious, but it could be subtly felt. touches started lingering a bit more and eye contact felt different, almost as if layered with something deeper than platonic affection. the thin line between close friends and lovers was becoming blurred and neither of you realized it.
Jackie noticed it first, then Jermaine, and thatâs when the rest of the Jackson brothers started piecing things together as well.
everyone knew Michael was shy at times, but you were no better than him. both of you were equally shy in your own ways, but especially when it came down to romantic feelings, relationships, or connections â truthfully, anything under the âromanceâ umbrella made both of you very timid and quieter than usual.
so obviously, the Jackson brothers knew that you and Michael would never confess how you really felt about each other, so they decided to do what they do best: meddle.
âyou okay?â the sound of Michaelâs soft voice pulled you from your thoughts and you blinked as you looked up at him, realizing the fall had planted him right on top of you.
âyeah⊠y-yeah, iâm fine,â you answered softly as you searched his face for a moment and swallowed thickly, the confined space suddenly feeling smaller than before, âyou?â
âiâm okay.â Michael reassured, a small shy smile creeping onto his face, as you instinctively smiled back and the two of you stood from the ground with each otherâs help, both of you adjusting your clothing before you moved towards the door.
wrapping your fingers around the doorknob, you twisted it once, then twice, and your face dropped once you realized it was locked.
âhey!â you shouted with a huff as you let go of the doorknob and slapped the door with the palm of your hand instead, âyâall better open this doggone door!â
ânot until yâall admit that yâall like each other!â Jermaine shouted back.
âand donât lie âcause we all see how you look at him!â Marlon immediately added in, one of his infamous giggles slipping out mid-sentence.
âand Mike ainât innocent either! boy be lookinâ like a lost puppy when you around!â Tito chimed in, causing the three brothers to erupt in laughter together.
huffing quietly, you took a step back from the door and leaned against the nearest wall as your gaze shifted to Michael, who was sheepishly covering his face with his hands â presumably due to the embarrassing statements from his brothers.
ââŠMikey?â you called softly, your voice barely audible, as Michael peeked through his fingers and looked over at you before slowly â almost reluctantly â lowering his hands from his face, knowing that neither of you could avoid the conversation that was about to happen â at least, not anymore because of his meddling brothers.
ââŠyeah?â Michael answered back, his voice quieter than normal, as he slightly pursed his lips together before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, a gesture he always managed to do when he was nervous.
you slightly parted your lips to speak, but nothing came out but quiet stammers that only fueled your embarrassment, causing a small comforting smile to form on Michaelâs face.
âhey, hey, itâs okay⊠d-do you want me to go first instead?â Michael offered, finding your bashful stutters adorable, as your mouth closed and you slightly nodded, a shy smile spreading across your features.
âyeah, if, um⊠if thatâs okay with you.â you finally managed to put a sentence together and crossed your arms across your chest to ease your nerves as Michael slowly nodded his head and swallowed hard, trying his hardest to maintain eye contact with you while he nervously toyed with the hem of his shirt.
âokay⊠okay, um⊠you know, weâve been friends for a really long time now and, um, i really like spending time with you,â Michael spoke softer and more carefully, trying his best to stay calm in what he viewed as an embarrassing situation, âyou⊠you make me feel so good inside. better than any other girl really has, honestly. so, um⊠i gottaâ tell you somethinâ.â
you slightly stiffened and let out a quiet exhale as you slowly nodded your head, gesturing for him to continue while your arms slightly tightened around your chest, ââŠgo ahead, Michael.â
âiâŠâ Michael hesitated a bit, going quiet for a moment before exhaling shakily, âi like you⊠i really like you. and, um⊠my brothers been tellinâ me that you like me too, but i⊠i wanna hear it from you personally⊠please.â
Michaelâs plea nearly made your knees buckle and you let out a soft breathless laugh filled with relief and lingering anxiety, a smile spreading across your face at his confession.
âoh, Mikey⊠i really like you, too. i wanted to tell you sooner, but i didnât really know how to bring it up because the thought of it made me⊠nervous,â you admitted timidly as Michael smiled back at you and your arms slowly uncrossed, feeling the weight of your confession leave as quickly as it came, âi do hate that we had to confess like this, though⊠think i might have to fight your brothers after this.â
Michael giggled at your comment and you giggled with him, your combined laughter in the small room easing the lingering embarrassment in the air and causing both of your shoulders to slowly drop in unison.
âso⊠could i ask you somethinâ?â Michael asked, his smile softening, as he took a small hesitant step towards you and you grinned a little before nodding your head.
âyeah. anything.â
âwould, um⊠would you like to be my⊠girlfriend?â Michael asked bashfully, gently toying with the hem of his shirt again, as your eyes lit up and a wide smile quickly spread across your face, excitement overtaking you and completely diminishing any trace of shyness.
âyes! oh, yes, Michael!â you squealed as you suddenly threw your arms around Michaelâs neck and pulled him into a tight embrace, catching him off guard and making him stiffen before he slowly melted in your embrace and reverently wrapped his arms around your waist.
Michael lowered his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled the scent of your perfume as his large hands splayed across your back, holding you against him while the two of you stood there silently holding each other and basking in the new beginning of your relationship â the shift from platonic to romantic sending gentle chills down your spine.
the two of you stood like that for a moment, your surroundings seemingly fading away the longer you were in each otherâs arms, before Michael raised his head from the crook of your neck to properly look down at you, prompting you to raise your head from his shoulder.
meeting his gaze this time felt different, but in the best way â his gaze was softer yet more intensely, seeming overcome by joy and love that he couldnât help but to look at you as if you were the best thing that ever happened to him.
âcould i ask you somethinâ else?â Michael asked softly, searching your eyes, as you smiled a little and slightly nodded your head while you maintained eye contact with him, âcan iâ may i⊠kiss you?â
you blinked once, then twice, and that was when realization dawned on you and you realized that none of this was a dream. your best-friend-turned-boyfriend Michael Jackson just asked you for a kiss⊠and by this point, who were you to deny what both of you had been secretly wanting?
âyeah⊠yeah, of course.â you answered quietly, slightly nodding your head again, as Michael smiled a little at you and the two of you looked at each other for a moment before you began leaning towards each other in unison, your nose slightly brushing against his before his lips locked with yours.
the kiss was soft and tentative, both of you testing the waters and not trying to scare each other off, but once the two of you got used to the feeling of your colliding mouths, the kiss deepened. his mouth moved slowly against yours and you maintained that rhythm, neither of you wanting to rush this sweet moment of intimacy you had been denying yourselves.
however, the universe seemingly had other plans because the closet door suddenly flung open and every single one of Michaelâs brothers now stood there watching the two of you, you and Michael breaking the kiss at the sound of the door opening as your heads snapped towards the doorway.
âahh-ha, i knew it! i knew it, i told yâall! i told yâall they was in here kissinâ!â Marlon squealed, giggling through his banter, as the other brothers erupted into laughter with him and Jackie shook his head instead, though a content smile rested on his face at the sight of you and his younger brother wrapped in each otherâs embrace.
identically sheepish grins spread across you and Michaelâs faces and Michael immediately turned away from his brothers to shield his face as you buried your face into his chest with a muffled groan of embarrassment, which somehow only fueled Marlonâs amusement because he started laughing even harder than before.
itâs a blacked out blur but iâm pretty sure it ruled, damn
pairing đđ jaafar jackson x fem!black!reader
synopsis đđ going to a house party one of your close friends was hosting seemed like a pretty good idea. that was until you woke in bed with your half-naked best friend.
warnings đđ awkward morning after talk maybe, implied sex, jaafar is bigger than the reader, but itâs only mentioned once
authors note đđ writing this made me wanna write a jermajesty fic, so a jermajesty fic is coming soon! & i canât didnât know how to end this so i hate the ending
word count đđ 1.4k
đour head was pounding, you had no clue what time it was, and you were in a bedroom you knew all too well. jaafarâs. like, your best friend jaafarâs bedroom.
all you remember from last night was arriving at a house party your friend was hosting and drinking until you nearly forgot your own name. at some point throughout the night, you were throwing back shots as if they were water and partying as a girl should on a friday night.
you feel the sheets shift beside you and you donât have to turn your head to know whoâs there. you still do anyway, and you see jaafar as you expected. the only problem was that he was shirtless.
your best friend was shirtless in bed next to you, only being dressed in grey sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips. looking at your own outfit, you come to realize that the shirt and boxers youâre wearing belong to jaafar.
you donât have to be a genius to put the pieces together and realize that you and jaafar definitely crossed the line of your friendship last night. âwhat the fuck,â you mutter.
âwhat?â he asks, like his brain still hasnât woken up yet.
âwhat the fuck,â you repeat yourself. this time itâs louder and the panic in your voice is evident.
you slept with your best friend last night. your friendship was definitely ruined and now youâre going to have to avoid him and his entire family. scratch your friendship being ruined, your entire life is now ruined.
âyou good?â he questions, rushing to sit up due to the hysteria in your voice.
âno, iâm not good. what happened last night?â
his body relaxes upon hearing your question, like your worries are minuscule after all. âoh. we fucked while we were both drunk,â he responds coolly.
âplease tell me youâre lying.â
jaafar has the nerve to laugh. he laughs as if the two of you werenât in a crisis right now. âiâm so serious. you was all on me, girl.â
you groan and rub both your hands up and down your face. maybe if you try hard enough, you can erase the events of last night and act like your and jaafarâs friendship was normal again.
âainât nothing to be embarrassed about,â he pulls one of your arms down by your wrist, revealing half of your face. bashful. âi was all over you, too.â
you groan even louder because his words donât make the situation any better. they do nothing to placate your nerves about sleeping with him.
âjaafar, our friendship is literally over now. i have everything to be embarrassed about,â you grumble.
âour friendship definitely is over,â you could die where you sat in his bed right now. ââcause you gotta be mine. we canât be friends after last night.â
you drop your other hand that was covering your face, fully looking at him for the first time since you woke up. he looked earnest, like he was completely serious about being with you.
it wasnât like you didnât believe him. but hearing your best friend that youâve been harboring a crush on basically say that he wanted to be in a relationship with you wasnât something to be taken lightly.
âyou mean it?â you ask him meekly.
âof course i mean it. i want you as my lady.â
hearing him refer to you as his lady had you overly geeked, but you had to maintain whatever composure you had left. âoh, okay.â
neither of you says anything for a moment. mainly because youâre at a loss for words. youâre not exactly sure what the right thing to say is after semi-establishing your romantic relationship with what was once your best friend.
âsooo,â you drag out the word, âyou my nigga now or what?â
your question produces a laugh from jaafar, like he wasnât expecting you to ask in that manner. âyeah, iâm yours now.â
âcool. iâm finna go take a shower before i geek out even more,â you speak while untangling your lower half from the mess sheets and blankets.
jaafar doesnât respond but he doesnât have to because the weight of last night and this morning was enough. yâall fucked and now yâall are dating. what else is there to say?
the scalding hot shower you took was enough to somewhat sober you up and bring you to your senses. you mustâve had the time of your night last night, but you didnât want to dwell on whatever possible bad decisions you made.
standing in the bathroom after your shower makes you realize how much youâve already invaded jaafarâs space. your skincare is on the counter, alongside your toothbrush thatâs beside his. you practically were attached to him by the hip, so maybe getting together was just inevitable.
afterwards, you return to jaafarâs room in just your towel to find him gone. you assumed he was downstairs with whoever else stayed over last night, so you began to get dressed.
since you spending the night wasnât exactly planned, the only thing youâre able to find is a tank top you left at his place months ago and a pair of his sweatpants that were definitely too big for you.
you walk down the stairs to be greeted with the sight of jaafar and jermajesty talking. you donât remember seeing him last night, but it wasnât that out of the ordinary for him to be here.
as you round the kitchen counter to take a seat, you feel a pair of eyes on you. itâs not like they were burning a hole into you or anything, they were just there.
âthem jaafar pants?â jermajesty questions you once you sit down.
you look down at the pants youâre wearing before looking up to his face. yeah, they were jaafarâs pants, but jermajesty wasnât supposed to notice, let alone point it out.
âyeah. ionâ got no clothes over here for real,â you reply.
âwhat about what you had on last night?â he questions you again.
âwhy would i stay in my clothes that i was partying in?â you fire back.
jaafar laughs at your response, which causes both you and jermajesty to look at him. jermajesty looks as if heâs trying to put the pieces of some elaborate puzzle together.
he looks at your sweatpants, then at jaafarâs face, back to your sweatpants, and to jaafarâs face once again. the gears were definitely starting to turn in his head.
âoh, yâall hunching,â he concludes.
âbro what?â
âwhat?â
you and jaafar speak at the same time, which definitely doesnât help your cause. if jermajesty was skeptical beforehand, the two of you definitely confirmed his suspicions.
ânah âcause i thought it was chill when yâall went home together last night. but whole time, yâall wasnât doing nothinâ but hunching.â
âfirst of all,â you start, turning your full attention to jermajesty, âi didnât even see you at the party last night. you one lurking ass nigga,â you snap.
âthatâs âcause you was drunk out of yoâ mind,â he replies without hesitation.
âshe wasnât even that drunk last night,â jaafar interjects.
that causes jermajesty to roll his eyes. âand here this nigga go defending you âcause you let him fuck last night.â
âyou âbout irritating as fuck. go home bro,â you complain.
jermajesty gets up immediately upon hearing your words. it was like he was waiting for the green light to leave ever since you came downstairs.
âyou donât gotta tell me twice. iâm not tryna have yâall fuck in the kitchen right next to me,â he says while grabbing his car keys.
âdonât be mad âcause you ainât get none last night!â you tease him.
jermajesty says nothing in response, just unlocking the door and slamming it behind him. with just you and jaafar left, the room undeniably feels more tense than when jermajesty was just there.
âdonât mind him. he do the most,â jaafar apologizes.
âitâs cool. he wasnât exactly wrong, either,â you flush.
âmhm,â he hums, looking down at you from where he stood across the counter, âhe donât know half of it.â
âyeah?â
âyeah. he donât even know how bad i need you right now.â
you smile and look away from him, even though youâre the one who initially said jermajesty wasnât wrong. it was just that hearing jaafar speak so lewdly made warmth spread throughout your entire body.
âdonât talk like that,â you mutter.
âwhy not? i mean itââ
ââcause you just canât,â you interrupt him.
âput it inâŠâ you begged breathily into your heated and sloppy kiss with Tyriq, your hands scrambling to his pants, as Tyriq groaned desperately against your mouth and he hungrily deepened the kiss, his hands sliding up your back before abruptly dropping between the two of you to help you with removing his pants, âplease, babyâŠâ
you and Tyriq were never the type of people to get drunk in public, but when youâre at a Met Gala afterparty and having a great time, things tend to slip by unnoticed by the two of you â including the number of drinks you had and how strong they were.
the moment intoxication settled in, raw need immediately followed it, and both of you felt like caged animals in heat that needed release as soon as possible. it was like you were different people â people who felt a sudden urge to just fuck the night away without any precautions.
you were sober and poised enough to bid goodbye to the others the two of you had spoken to throughout the night, but as soon as you left the party and got in the backseat of your car, all of that instantly flew out of the window. you were on each other like white on rice, and itâd take at least an army to pull you away from him.
your outfit had been tossed away and his jacket followed suit, leaving you in your undergarments and him in his pants. your hands moved feverishly, wanting to touch every inch of skin humanly possible, and both of you worked eagerly to take off his pants until they had been stripped off and thrown on the floor.
âTyâŠâ you whimpered softly against his lips, your voice laced with pure need, as Tyriq huffed out a low rough hum against your mouth and gripped your hips, pulling you flush onto his lap and making your hips roll forward against his clothed erection.
âtoo many layers⊠want you naked.â in a flash, Tyriq unclipped your bra with one hand and pulled off your panties with the other as he threw them presumably into one of the front seats and flipped the two of you over, the kiss unintentionally breaking while he pressed your body into the leather seats and rested his own against yours.
before Tyriq could do the honors, your hands were quicker than his and shot to the waistband of his boxers as you pulled them down and watched him shift out of them before throwing them to the floor.
one of your hands moved to grab the nape of his neck and you pulled him down for another hungry kiss as he kissed you back with equal fervor, his large hands gripping your thighs and pulling your legs around his waist before he finally pushed his dick inside of you.
the two of you moaned in unison when he slipped inside and his fingers flexed against your thighs as his grip slightly tightened and he deepened the kiss, your arms locking around his neck and keeping his chest flush against yours while your tongues tangled together.
once he was buried to the hilt, Tyriq started thrusting into you with ravenously passionate strokes, the car slightly rocking while he fucked into you with desperate hungry and a need to please. you whimpered against his mouth and he whimpered back in response as his fingers sunk into your thighs and held them tighter, his heavy balls quickly slapping against your ass with each buck of his hips while your slick walls greedily swallowed every inch of him.
you broke the kiss for air, but neither of you moved your faces apart from each other, your noses brushing and nudging together with each thrust while his forehead pressed against yours.
âoh, f-fuuuuckâ donât stop! d-donât stop, baby, pleaseâŠâ you whined urgently, your hands clinging to his back, as Tyriq moaned gutturally in response and rolled his hips against yours, a small furrow forming between his eyebrows while he angled his hips to aim deeper, ây-yes! oh, yes! right t-there! oh, my Goâ r-right there, Ty!â
âright here? huh? you like it when i hit that spot right here?â Tyriq murmured roughly, the ghost of a smirk crossing his slightly rosy face, as he kept his hips angled to hit that spot and you squealed loudly, your head falling back against the seats while your grip on his back tightened, âthere she is⊠uh-huh, thereâs my beautiful girl. my most prized possession with the best pussy in the world.â
âT-Tyriq!ââ
âoh, i know, baby. i know â iâm right where you need me to be. iâm right where this pussy needs me to be. promise i wonât stop âtil youâve had enough of me, bae.â Tyriq pressed soft kisses down your jaw until he reached your neck, and he glided his tongue across your melanated skin before latching onto a patch of it, gently nipping it while soothing the incoming hickey with his tongue.
your noises rose higher in pitch and louder in volume as your eyebrows furrowed deeply and your jaw went slack, your mouth hanging open while your eyes rolled back. sweat beaded at your hairline and your hair slowly but surely got messier than before as your nails raked down Tyriqâs back and left long red lines, coaxing a deep groan of pleasurable pain from him while he continue marking your neck.
âf-fuck! nnnnngh, fuck!â you whined, slurring over your words, as your legs locked tighter around his waist and the heels of your feet dug into his lower back, seemingly motivating him to keep fucking into you like a rabid animal, âohhhh, shiiiitâ b-baby, iâm âbout t-toââ
âcum on this dick, bae. wet this shit up fâme. let me feel you soak up these seats, beautiful, câmon,â Tyriqâs words sent you over the edge quicker than you expected and a throaty sob of pleasure fell from your lips as your climax rocketed through you, your eyes squeezing shut while your legs trembled, âmhm, thatâs it, sweet girl. keep cumminâ and gimmeâ all that good shit. wanna feel this greedy pussy squeeze around me some more.â
whatever alcohol you and Tyriq had drank at the afterparty, you certainly didnât need to drink it in public anymore.
âopen up a lilâ wider for me, bae⊠uh-huh, there you go, pretty girl.â
your mouth opened wider on command as you pushed forward a bit more, slowly taking as much more of Tyriqâs dick as you could handle down your throat until you eventually gagged around him. you fisted the rest of his inches that couldnât fit in your mouth and you stroked him with the same rhythm you sucked at, your mouth and hand moving in unison as soft gagging and the sound of spit filled the air.
âfuck, look at you. so damn beautiful with this dick in your mouth, baby.â Tyriq groaned, cradling the back of your head in his unoccupied hand, as his fingers lightly threaded through your hair and he gently guided you up and down, not wanting to take over your movements but wanting to help you out with them instead.
you moaned against him in response and you pulled back from his dick until only his tip was in your mouth as your other hand wrapped around him and you started jerking him off while paying special attention to the sensitive head of his long inches, earning a deep moan from him while his grip in your hair slightly tightened.
âlook at me, bae.â when your eyes lifted to Tyriq, you werenât expecting to see his phone angled down at you and recording the lewd act you were engaged in, but you werenât put off by it. in fact, it made you determined to make him cum quicker, and your hands sped up on his dick before either of you even realized it.
you pulled your mouth off of his tip and stuck out your tongue instead as you slapped and rubbed the throbbing tip against your tongue, keeping your hands steady and maintaining your rhythm while your tongue swirled around the head and slid across the slit in it.
âshiiiit⊠damn, mama,â Tyriq gutturally moaned, his hand sliding down from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, as he lifted the phone and angled it towards the mirror, recording at a different angle and perspective, âkeep goinâ, baby, fuck⊠you doinâ so good fâme.â
the change in perspective showed more than his point of view did â it revealed his unbuttoned shirt, his tensed abdomen, and your slightly messy hair. it also displayed the color of your gown in a different lighting, the front of it tucked underneath your knees to soften the floor beneath you.
however, the mirror perspective really emphasized the movements in your hands and head, a soft hum falling from your parted lips before you took him back inside your mouth again.
Tyriq watched you in the mirror for a moment before looking down at you, watching you remove both of your hands this time and bob your head quicker than you initially did. your eyes flickered up to his and the two of you made eye contact as you held your hands behind your back and took him in deeper, soft gagging noises filling the room again for each time he hit the back of your throat.
Tyriqâs jaw slightly dropped and his lips fell ajar as groans and moans erupted from his vocals, the sound of them echoing inside the bathroom and harmonizing with the sound of slurping from you. a furrow formed between his eyebrows and his lashes fluttered as his hand moved from your neck to your jaw, cradling it in his hand and pressing his thumb against your cheek while he watched his dick disappear and reappear inside your warm mouth.
âmmh, fuck, iâm âbout to nut, mama⊠âbout to nut all in this good ass mouth,â Tyriq moaned, the furrow between his eyebrows increasing, as his grip slightly tightened on your jaw and his phone and he lowered the camera back to you, wanting to record the moment he painted the inside of your mouth with his cum, âdonât stop, baby, keep goinâ. just l-like that, beautifulâŠâ
and you didnât stop. you wouldnât stop â not until your boyfriend was satisfied and completely drained of his seed.
you didnât mean for it to happen, but once the damage was done, you knew youâd be in trouble.
you may or may not have goofed around with your friends for the first month and a half of the semester, unknowingly prioritizing fun over your academics. sure, your attendance was on point and you never missed an assignment, but when you started going out to frat parties almost every weekend with your homegirls, your grades unfortunately started to slip.
it all happened so fast â the parties, the drinking, the Friday night outings, the reckless fun that practically took over your life â but it all stopped as quick as it started once your midterm grades got released. Cs and below stared threateningly at you, and you swore you felt your heart drop straight to your ass at the sight.
you didnât know how it happened. you had always been an A and B student, so the sight of multiple grades below those made you sick to your stomach. but when Cameron found out? you felt like you couldâve vomited right in his face.
Cameron wasnât the type to really fuss at you or even be strict on you, but when he found out what your grades were, he practically turned into your father. he got on you about your grades firmer than you expected, but the moment he told you that heâd stop fucking you and touching you sexually until you got your grades up was when you went rigid.
granted, you werenât mad at him for taking away those privileges â you shouldnât have even let your grades slip this bad anyway â but you knew your sexual frustration would eat away at you until the semester ended and final grades were released.
so what did you do? you worked your ass off for the rest of the semester to fix your grades.
no more parties, no more drinking, no more Friday night outings â nothing. when the weekend came, you had completely sheltered yourself in your room with nothing but your laptop and notebooks as you completed assignments and studied for upcoming exams.
you were determined to get your grades back up, but you were even more determined to be rewarded by Cameron for getting your grades back up.
once the semester came to an end and final exams wrapped up, you were practically ecstatic. you had a good feeling that you brought up your grades, but you knew you couldnât say anything to Cameron about them because heâd ask for proof, so you waited until you were notified that final grades had been released â which came quicker than you expected.
you wasted no time logging into your Banner account and clicking through it to see your grades, your eyes lighting up at the sight of As and Bs staring back at you. satisfaction and relief coursed deeply through you as the realization settled in â you recovered rather quickly from what couldâve been a horrible blow to your GPA.
you didnât bother celebrating on your own, though. the moment you saw your grades, you were already in the driverâs seat of your car. you drove to Cameronâs apartment with nothing but intense excitement and suppressed sexual desire inside you â though your excitement seemingly overpowered everything else because when you arrived at his apartment, you practically bursted through his door.
âCameroooon!â you called out excitedly as you quickly pushed open his door and unintentionally slammed it behind you, swiftly locking it before taking off through his apartment, âbaby! where you at?!â
Cameron jumped at the sudden sound of your appearance and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion mixed with amusement as he sat up on the couch and watched you practically pace through his humble abode to find him, âiâm in the living room. why you screaminâ, you good?â
a squeal flew from your mouth before you could catch it at the sound of his voice and you ran into the living room as you threw yourself at him and into his lap, making him grunt before laughing at you while his arms instinctively wrapped around your body to steady you.
âwhatâs goinâ on with you, ma? why you runninâ around here like somebody after you or some shit?â Cameron laughed as both of his eyebrows raised and he leaned back against the couch to properly look at you, his arms loosening around you and his hands moving to hold your waist.
âlook!â you practically shoved your phone into his chest, but his reflexes kicked in and one of his hands caught it before it could actually come in contact with him, âi did it, Cam!â
Cameron let out a soft snort at your frantic joy and he adjusted his grip on your phone as he lifted it and his eyes averted to the screen, an understanding smile crossing his face once it clicked in his mind why you were so excited.
âsee, thatâs what iâm talking âbout. congrats, baby, i knew you could do it.â Cameron smiled, looking up at you, as you smiled back, yours wider than his, and you leaned down to him, peppering kisses across his face before moving your mouth to his and pecking his lips multiple times.
âokay, now eat my pussy,â you mumbled between pecks as Cameron laughed lowly and sat your phone aside, his hand on your waist sliding around to rest against your back while his other gently grabbed the back of your neck and slightly pulled you back from his mouth, âCameron, come onâ i havenât felt any part of you in so long, i need this.â
âthat ainât how you ask, pretty,â Cameron teased, a small smirk creeping onto his face, as you groaned softly and rested your hands against his shoulders, a pout absentmindedly forming on your face at his denial, âask for it properly.â
âcan you please eat my pussy, baby?â you asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him, as your thumbs traced small circles against his shoulders and Cameronâs smirk slightly widened, âi need you, Cam, you know that.â
Cameron looked at you silently for a moment, letting the weight of your words settle into the atmosphere, before he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over, eliciting an abrupt squeal from you while he laid you on your back.
âwell⊠since you asked nicely,â Cameron paused and gently pecked your lips before slowly maneuvering down your body, âand you brought your grades up like i wanted you to,â he paused again and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants as he teasingly tugged at them before pulling them down and throwing them aside, âi should reward you for that, huh?â
âyeah,â your voice was softer than before â a bit breathy as well â and you raised your hips as you helped him remove the last barrier of clothing that covered your lower body, âyou should.â
âi got you, mama.â Cameronâs arms wrapped around your legs and he spread them wide as he dipped his head between your thighs and pressed soft kisses against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, gently nipping at them before sticking out his tongue and slowly licking a long stripe of your pussy.
your body shuddered from the familiar yet forgotten feeling and you whimpered as your hands came down to cradle the back of Cameronâs head, your fingertips running over his buzzed hair and slightly grazing the stapled scar by his hairline.
Cameron groaned under his breath, though he didnât know if it was coaxed out of him by your taste or touch, and his fingers slightly tightened against your thighs as he began eating your pussy like a man who hadnât eaten in years, a small furrow forming between his eyebrows while he buried his face into your cunt.
your head fell back against the couch cushions and a high-pitched moan fell from your mouth as your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack, a yelp erupting from you at feeling Cameronâs mouth lock around your clit.
âoh, fuuuck, babyâ C-Cam!â you cried out, your eyebrows furrowing, as your back started to arch up from the couch but you suddenly felt his palm press into your stomach to hold you down, a whine falling from your mouth while one of your hands slid down to hold onto the back of Cameronâs neck, âuuugh, shiiiit! mmh, donât s-stop!â
Cameronâs long fingers splayed across your stomach and kept you from running away as his other hand slid between your legs and he dragged his middle finger through your folds, collecting your arousal before he eased it inside of you.
âfuck!â a broken whimper fell from your mouth and your legs jerked as your head raised and you looked down at Cameron, pleasure displayed across your pretty face and mixing with a hint of bewilderment.
you had been so wound up for the past few months from Cameronâs âno sex or headâ rule, but it seemed like you werenât the only one affected by it. Cameron had always been skilled at eating pussy, but the way he was feasting on you today felt different â as if he was practically starving for another taste of you.
Cameronâs eyes found yours and you watched the corners of his mouth slightly lift in what you assumed to be a smirk, the sight of shock mixed with pure bliss in your expression telling him more than you even needed to.
pulling his mouth off of your clit, Cameron rolled and wiggled his tongue against it as he pushed his ring finger inside you and slightly scissored them to stretch you further open, eliciting a desperate mewl from you while you watch him torment you with his mouth and fingers.
âyou gonâ cum for me, ma? hm?â Cameron murmured against your clit, flicking his tongue against it, as he slightly pulled back and spit on your clit before replacing his mouth with his thumb, rubbing it in quick circles while his fingers thrusted deeply inside you, âyou gonâ let me taste how much you been missinâ me, pretty girl?â
ây-yes!â you whined, your head falling back for a second time, as you gasped sharply and your legs jerked again, your eyes rolling back and your eyebrows furrowing deeply while a small scrunch formed in the bridge of your nose, âohhh, my Gâ C-Cameroooon! shiiiit, baby, i-iâmââ
âuh-huh, i know. i know, baby. keep soakinâ my fingers just like that. gimmeâ all that good shit.â
AUTHORâS NOTE: i was initially saving this req for a different fic iâve been working on (which is also a req) but i wanted to put out another filler chapter while i finish other drafts, so enjoy âșïž
the front door opening and closing was what shifted you from half-asleep to a bit more aware of your surroundings. you stirred slightly in bed and peered over to the alarm clock on your nightstand, â3:15 A.M.â staring back at you in LED writing.
before you could move further, the sound of heavy footsteps caught your attention and you turned your head just in time to see none other than Cameron Cade standing at the doorway shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants with his gym bag thrown over one of his broad shoulders.
âdid i wake you?â Cameron asked lowly, his voice surprisingly rough, as he walked over to his closet and tossed his gym bag inside with a soft huff.
âno,â you answered softly as you shifted onto your back to properly watch him, âi been awake for a while now.â
âi told you âbout staying up late waiting on me, ma,â Cameron sighed as he pulled back the covers and climbed underneath them, pulling them back into their original place while he moved to climb on top of you, âdonât want you losinâ sleep âcause iâm at practice so late, baby.â
âiâm sorry,â you murmured, your hands instinctually moving to rest against his upper arms, as Cameron carefully lowered his weight onto you and pressed his body against yours, a soft hum of contentment falling from his lips at your warmth, âhow was practice?ââ
âdonât wanna talk about it,â the words flew quickly from Cameronâs mouth as if theyâd already been sitting at the back of his throat the moment practice ended, and he pressed two soft pecks against your lips before lowering his head to rest in the crook of your neck, âneed you to make me feel better.â
this wasnât an unfamiliar when it came down to Cameron and football practice. he was unethically overworked, and as a QB, it seemed as if he was always carrying so much more on his shoulders than he needed to â so much more than a person could mentally handle.
you were his anchor through it all. you kept him grounded and gave him an outlet to let out his emotions, along with helping him relax when his body was coiled tightly with tension.
âiâll be quick, baby,â Cameron whispered against your neck, sliding his hands under the oversized shirt on your body that was technically his, as his large palms tenderly caressed your chunky waist and his thumbs grazed the waistband of your underwear, âpromise i will⊠just⊠canât sleep without feelinâ you around me first.â
âyou donât have to rush, Cam,â you reassured him softly as you cradled the back of his head and he groaned quietly at your touch, âtake what you need from me, baby.â
Cameron inhaled sharply from your words and you felt his body go stiffer as he raise his head from your neck and took a hand off your waist to pull your panties to the side, a string of arousal clinging to them and making him groan desperately at the sight.
âoh, babyâŠâ Cameron sighed deeply as he held your panties aside with one hand and used his other to push his shorts and boxers down enough to expose his dick, âso grateful for you⊠and this pussy. so grateful for my pretty girls. so fuckinâ grateful.â
before either of you could utter a word, Cameron was already pushing inside you, a guttural moan falling from his lips at feeling your pussy greedily swallow every inch of him and pull him deeper and deeper inside your slick walls.
your breathing hitched and a broken gasp fell from your mouth as you watched his hips slowly push forward for a moment before your eyes flickered up to Cameronâs face, taking note of his glossy eyes and blown pupils.
the moment he was buried to the hilt was when his tension suddenly washed away, and he stared down at you reverently as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, his big hands finding your chunky waist through the shirt on your body and firmly holding onto it firmly.
âi love you,â Cameron moaned roughly as his hips slowly pulled back before roughly snapping forward, earning a squeal from you while your hands grabbed ahold of his back, âfuck, i love you so much, baby⊠donât know where iâd be without you.â
despite Cameronâs sweet nothings, his hips seemingly had a mind of their own. he fucked into you like a man starved, the bed creaking rhythmically underneath the two of you while he deeply pounded your pussy.
his nose occasionally brushed against yours and his groans mingled with your moans as you clung to him and he clung to you right back, his hands now tightly gripping your thick hips to pull you into his quick thrusts and help his rhythm while your nails sunk into his back to hold him against you.
âC-Cam!ââ
âi k-know, baby. fuck, i know,â Cameron moaned pathetically as he suddenly wrapped his arms around your body and held you against his body, his hips flush against yours while he rocked them back and forth and ultimately created friction between his pelvis and your clit, âyou takinâ it so good fâme, mama, just hold onto me⊠i got you. i always got you.â
to Cameron, you were more than his girlfriend. you were almost like a drug. something that kept him grounded, but also kept him calm and at peace. something that kept him relaxed and let his mind find tranquility in silence. something that gave him a high, but it wasnât the typical high that anyone would get from a standard drug.
you mightâve felt like a drug, but you gave a better high than others did â a natural high that had Cameron dependent on you to destress him from the trials and tribulations of his life.
AUTHORâS NOTE #2: also inspired by my lovely moot @slvttyfiedâs âA Thin Line Between Love And Hateâ series that iâm still so deeply engrossed in đ€
âsaid, itâs been a minute since i had some. heâs been actinâ up, but he wonât be the only oneâŠâ
you and Cameron started off as classmates. nothing more than just two people who sat beside each other in the same classroom for an hour and a half throughout the semester. you never paid him any mind and he didnât bother you like most athletes would when they saw an attractive girl â the two of you just minded your own business and continued on casually.
you didnât really know how things shifted from strangers to flings, but when the two of you ended up having a one night stand after being drunk at a Homecoming party, you were sure that was when things changed.
even though both of you were intoxicated that night, the sex that transpired wasnât forgotten when you awoke beside each other in the morning. you remembered everything and so did Cameron, which is why neither of you could leave each other alone after that.
the atmosphere in the class you two shared was never the same. it went from both of you paying more attention to yourselves than each other to you and him passing notes back and forth and his hand caressing your thigh under the desk. the sexual chemistry the two of you had was something different, in a more hypnotizing way.
it was like you couldnât get enough of each other, and it grew harder and harder to try and keep your hands away from each other when you were in public, which led to rumors circulating around campus that you and Cameron were secretly dating.
neither of you addressed the rumors, though. you two werenât officially together, but you also werenât seeing or talking to other people â at least, you werenât.
you and Cameron continued fucking around for almost the entire semester, until he randomly cut you off three weeks before it ended, leaving you stunned and completely throwing you off. you tried reaching out to him to get an explanation and see if you did anything wrong for him to just up and leave you like that, but he never called or texted you back. it was like he vanished into thin air when it came to you, but remained available for everyone else.
however, the moment you finally found time to confront him in person, you nearly flashed out at the sight of him kissing and hugging another girl in the middle of the courtyard â but the icing on the cake? the girl was Jasmine, the same girl you had two of your classes with.
you were never the same after that. you werenât sad, no. you were far from sad. you were furious, bitter, jealous, and even revengeful â you were a woman scorned, and hell hath no fury like the wrath you were about to unleash on Cameron Cade.
you became quieter around campus, almost reserved. the people closest to you were concerned about your wellbeing, but you were eerily calm. you couldnât let your emotions take over your life, but you couldnât just let Cameron slip away from you and into another womanâs embrace. you needed a plan, a real good plan that would surely make him realize the mistake he was making â and that, you did.
throughout the last three weeks of the semester, you did more than just finish up homework and study for exams â you plotted, tremendously. you had to think of something that would scare Cameron straight and have him running back to you, but you also didnât want to hurt him. you wanted to warn him, but you certainly werenât going to repeat yourself.
this would be his first and final warning, and if he fucked up again, youâd punish him with actions instead of threats.
after the semester concluded and your grades and GPA were in great shape, you were able to fully focus on your plan, and luckily for you, the NPHC was having an end-of-the-year party at a frat house off campus tonight â an event that you knew Jasmine would be at because you stalked her Instagram on your burner account, a page that nobody knew about but you.
you waited until she posted a video at the party to confirm Cameron wasnât with her, but to further solidify your assumption of him not being at the party, you stalked his Instagram. you didnât find anything, so you stalked his friendsâ accounts too, but you didnât find anything there either â thatâs when you truly knew he wasnât in attendance.
itâs not like heâd answer your texts anyway, and you were through being ignored by him.
Cameron didnât know what to expect when he heard a knock at his door, but you were definitely the last person he expected to see tonight. he answered the door in a tank top and some sweatpants, a look of confusion crossing his pretty face the minute his greenish-blue eyes landed on you.
âwhat you doinâ here?â Cameron asked as he leaned against the door frame and rested one of his hands against the side of the door, looking down at you as if he were assessing you.
âyou gonâ let me in?â you simply asked, not wanting to beat around the bush with small talk, as you slightly tilted your head, âitâs cold out here, Cameron.â
you werenât actually cold, but he didnât know that. he wasnât supposed to, actually. you didnât want to stand outside on his door step and talk to him like a woman desperate for answers. that wasnât your style.
you were far from desperate. you were as calculated as a person could be.
Cameron eyed your attire for a moment and took notice to your heels, but chose not to say anything. instead, he leaned up from his door frame and took a step back before stepping aside, allowing you inside.
you entered his residence, but you didnât rush to sit. you didnât want to. that wasnât what you came over for. you came over to make a point: you will not be left high and dry while he experiences romance with someone who isnât you.
you watched him shut and lock the door behind you, and the minute he turned around, you stepped closer to him, keeping him from walking past you and almost causing a collision between your bodies.
âwhy you been ignoring me, Cameron?â you asked, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as Cameron stepped back to create distance between the two of you and you immediately followed, your eyes slightly narrowing at the action, âi been calling you. texting you, too. and you just⊠disappeared on me.â
âi been busy,â the way Cameron could lie so smoothly to your face without considering the consequences almost made you want to punch him in his mouth, but you clenched your jaw instead to keep yourself from listening to the voices in your head, âmy bad. just ainât had time to check my texts lately.â
âmhm,â you hummed lowly as you stared up at him with a blank expression, seemingly calm on the surface but fuming in the inside, âthatâs pretty funny, you know? especially since youâve been real active on social media lately.â
ânot to mention, you been flashing your lilâ girlfriend around campus, too. in fact⊠isnât there a picture of you and her pinned on your Instagram that you posted three days ago, Cam?â you asked casually as you flashed a grin, though there was no joy in your expression whatsoever, âwhat was her name again? hm, let me think⊠oh! Jasmine, right?â
Cameron looked at you silently, though his face spoke more than his vocals ever could. he canât say he didnât expect this, but what was throwing him off was the scarily calm look on your face and the intensity in your gaze. there was something different about your presence and he couldnât put his finger on it, but whatever it was had the hairs on the back of his neck standing at full attention.
âyou didnât stop speaking to me because you were âbusyâ. you stopped speaking to me because you got a girlfriend,â you chuckled bitterly as you glared at him, âuh-huh, thatâs it. you cut me off and left me high and dry to go play boyfriend, thatâs what this is.â
Cameron parted his lips to speak, but you immediately raised your index finger and sat it against his mouth, watching his lips immediately close again and his adamâs apple bob from a swallow.
âshut the fuck up. iâm talking,â you growled as you narrowed your eyes at him and removed your finger from his lips, your hand moving to grab ahold of his jaw to force him to maintain eye contact with you, âyou think you can just fuck me and leave? huh? you think you can ghost me and move on like i donât exist? like i didnât become your stress reliever when youâd get out of football practice? like you didnât have my legs pinned beside my head while you fucked me like i owed you something?â
âwell, guess what? iâm not goinâ nowhere and iâm not sharing you, Cameron. youâre mine, so fuck her and fuck that lilâ ass ârelationshipâ you got with her,â you warned as you slightly raised your eyebrows to emphasize your point, âiâm only gonâ say this shit once, so you better heed my fuckinâ warning. because next time, i wonât talk and iâll let you see for yourself how serious i really am.â
your hand left his jaw and went inside your coat to slip inside the inner pocket as your fingertips wrapped around your special toy and slyly pulled it out, pressing the cool steel of it underneath his chin.
Cameronâs eyes never left yours and his body tensed up as he swallowed hard at the feeling of your handgun against his warm skin, his jaw clenching slightly to contain the fear coursing through him.
âyou feel that, baby?â you cooed condescendingly, smiling sadistically, as you slid the gun up to his cheek and gently tapped the barrel of it against his face twice, your smile widening when you saw him flinch, âyou feel whatâs gonâ happen to you if i catch you with her again? hm?â
you applied slight pressure and pressed the barrel of the gun further onto his cheek, watching his breathing hitch as his hands balled up at his sides. your eyes lingered on his face before slowly dragging down his body, finding satisfaction in seeing the way his body reacted to being held at gunpoint.
however, when your eyes dropped below his hips, one of your eyebrows rose at the sight before you, and you smirked patronizingly as your head raised and you looked up at Cameron, noticing the shift in his gaze.
âdamn, if i knew youâd get hard from me pullinâ a gun out on you, i wouldnât have waited this long to do it,â you chuckled mockingly as you pressed your body flush against his and watched him inhale sharply through his nostrils, his hard dick now pressed against you and pulsing through his sweatpants, âuntie my trench coat, Cam. i got another surprise for you underneath it.â
truthfully, Cameron didnât know how to feel because he had so many emotions coursing through him at once that it was hard to determine which one was the strongest.
he was afraid of what youâd do to him, but was also intrigued by how far you were willing to go just to have him to yourself. he felt embarrassed about getting an erection from your malicious threats, but his body seemingly had a mind of its own and viewed the gun as an aphrodisiac instead of what it actually was â something thatâd be used against him without a doubt if he didnât comply.
his hands trembled slightly as he raised them from his sides and grabbed ahold of the knot in your trench coat, his eyes nervously flickering between yours and the article of clothing on your body. slowly, Cameron untied the knot and gently pushed the coat open, inhaling sharply through his nostrils at the sight of the black lace against your bare melanated skin.
âf⊠fuckâŠâ Cameron managed to croak out, his voice barely audible, as his eyes dragged along your figure and you smirked satisfactorily, pulling your arms back and shrugging the coat off of your shoulders until it eventually hit the floor behind you.
âyou like it?â you grinned innocently, batting your eyelashes at him, as you pressed the barrel of the gun into the center of his chest and dragged it down his torso before stopping at his lower abdomen, causing his breathing to catch while his eyes dropped down to watch your movements, âi bought it just for you, baby⊠i remember you said you loved seeing me in lace.â
Cameronâs eyes found yours and he blinked through his hypnotic state as he gazed down at you and swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry the moment he tried to find his voice again. when he failed to speak, he nodded instead, the motion meek and almost submissive, earning a soft chuckle from you.
âmm-mm. use that mouth, Cam,â you cooed, a small smirk crossing your face, as you moved the gun to press into the center of his chest for a second time and your other hand reached down to his erection, wrapping your fingers around it through the layers of clothing and gently squeezing it, âtell me you like my dress.â
ââŠi-i like your dressâŠâ Cameron admitted softly, his words a bit breathy from your grip on his dick, as his hands cautiously found your waist and you smiled in delight, your body instinctively leaning into the warmth of his palms while your eyes remained locked in on his face.
Cameron didnât stutter often, nor did he ever speak timidly, but there was something about you that had him feeling more submissive than he ever had in his life â or maybe, it was just the effects of his life being on the line for fucking over the wrong woman that had him too fearful to say or do the wrong thing.
âhow much?â you purred, gently biting down on your bottom lip, as you let go of his dick and slipped your hand inside his sweatpants, brushing past the waistband of his boxers with ease and wrapping your fingers around his bare phallus while you began to stroke him slowly.
a soft groan fell from Cameronâs lips and his grip slightly tightened on your waist as his head tilted back a bit towards the door and his hips gently jutted forward, pressing himself further against you and the palm of your hand.
âs-shit⊠so much, mama,â Cameron groaned as his hooded eyes left your face and averted to your body again, allowing them to slowly wander across your scandalously-clad figure and properly drink you in, âyou look so fuckinâ good in that dress.â
your eyes lit up and you grinned widely, watching Cameronâs eyes choose parts of your body to momentarily fixate on before moving to another part of you. the term of endearment sent pleasant shudders through you and a moan of contentment fell from your lips as you slightly tightened your grip on his dick and sped up your hand a little, flicking your wrist to also stroke him in a circle instead of the only doing the standard up-and-down motion.
âgood enough for you to bend me over that couch and fuck me in it?â
your hands clung to the couch cushions as you stood bent over the couch arm, a deep arch in your back while Cameron fisted your dress and bunched it up against the middle of your back. your moans and cries filled the room and echoed off the walls as sounds of skin slapping, groans, and wet squelching harmonized with your sounds of pleasure, Cameronâs other hand firmly gripping your hip while he deeply stroked you at a quick pace.
your ass bounced and rippled against Cameronâs pelvis and your breasts pressed into the couch as a furrow sat between your eyebrows and your mouth hung open, your jaw slack while your body slightly jerked forward with each of Cameronâs thrusts. Cameronâs grip on your dress tightened and his fingers dug into the material before it sharply ripped under his tight grip, earning a broken gasp from you as you felt him completely tear it off of your frame.
this â this is why you couldnât let him go. he knew your body better anyone else did. he knew how to fuck you so good that youâd still feel him the next day. Cameron was notoriously skilled in bed, and you knew other girls on campus knew that because word gets around fast, but you were through sharing â you were completely over it, actually. you were tired of thinking about the next bitch who got to cum on his dick that wasnât you.
this time things would be different â because youâd be the only one cumming on his dick from now on.
suddenly, the position switched and both of you ended up on the couch as you sat on his lap, your thighs on either side of his while you bounced at a quick pace. his large hands firmly gripped your hips to help guide you and he leaned up to you as he kissed you hungrily, desperately deepening the kiss while your hands clung to his shoulders.
you moaned into his mouth and he groaned into yours in response, but the moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing, making you huff in annoyance before pulling away from the kiss.
your hips gradually slowed and you parted lips to question whose phone could possibly be ringing, but then you paused before a word to leave your mouth, and a smirk slowly spread across your face as you met Cameronâs gaze and slightly tilted your head.
that wasnât your phone, and you knew it wasnât because you left yours at home.
âanswer it, Cam.â you grinned innocently, your hips coming to a stop, as you sat fully seated on his dick and caressed his shoulders with your fingertips, feeling them tense up from your words.
Cameronâs mouth opened to decline but you immediately glared at him before any word could actually leave his vocals, one of your hands leaving his shoulders to grab ahold of your gun.
âi wasnât asking,â you remarked, your voice suddenly shifting to a snarky tone, as you pressed the gun into the center of his chest and your other hand tightened on his shoulder, your eyes slightly narrowing at him, âpick it up and put it on speaker. now.â
the moment your gun touched Cameronâs chest, his dick twitched inside you and his fingers flexed against your hips, his breathing hitching and becoming a bit heavier than before. hesitantly, Cameron took a hand off of you and leaned forward as he grabbed his phone from the coffee table and leaned back against the couch, looking up at you for a moment before reluctantly answering the phone call.
âhello?â
âhey, baby! i was callinâ to see if you were still awake or not âcause iâm gettinâ ready to come see you,â the sound of Jasmineâs sweet and unsuspecting voice echoed throughout the living room and you could feel Cameron tense up further underneath you, âi didnât wake you, did i?â
your eyebrows immediately furrowed at her words, your eyes darting between Cameronâs face and his phone. she was âgetting readyâ to come see him? while you were here with him? you werenât going for that. in fact, you were going to make sure she didnât show up at all.
before Cameron could even open his mouth to speak, you started moving again, deep determination and pure fury surging through you while your grip tightened on his shoulder and you pressed the tip of the gun further into his chest. Cameronâs eyes slightly widened and he inhaled sharply through his nose as he watched you intently, unable to control the way his body responded to the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.
ânâ nah. nah, you d-didnât.â Cameron tried to mask his pleasure, but his words came out completely strained and his voice slightly cracked as his hand left your hip and his entire arm banded around your waist, holding you against him while you continued bouncing on him.
you smirked sadistically and pressed your forehead against his as you slid the gun up to rest underneath his chin and pressed your chest flush against his, eliciting a quiet whimper from him while his colored eyes searched yours.
âwhy you sound like that? you okay?â the genuine concern in Jasmineâs questions only made your smirk widen and you bit down on your bottom lip as you pressed your knees deeper into the couch cushions and bounced harder, taking his dick as deep as possible while a furrow formed between Cameronâs eyebrows.
Cameronâs jaw fell open and his bottom lip trembled as he tried to form a sentence of reassurance to give his girlfriend, but a deep moan fell from his lips instead once he felt your tongue drag across his mandible. you smiled victoriously and dragged your tongue all the way to his earlobe, kissing it before flicking the top of it with the tip of your tongue.
âyou know what i want you to do, Cameron,â you whispered patronizingly in his ear as your hand slid up from his shoulder to the back of his neck, cradling it in your palm while his arm flexed around you, âtell her you done with her. tell you donât want her no more. tell her not to call you no more. tell her you leaving her. do it or iâll kill her.â
âCameron⊠are you good? what the hell was that?â
a desperate whimper fell from Cameronâs mouth, though he didnât know if it was from fear or pleasurable, and the sound of your threatening whispers mixing with Jasmineâs innocent voice nearly sent him into psychosis, conflict and pleasure internally battling to control his facial expressions.
âJ-JasâŠâ Cameron exhaled shakily as he swallowed hard and tried to steady his voice, but considering the position he was in â literally and figuratively â he knew it would be a waste of time, âi canât⊠c-canât do this witâ you no m-more.â
âyou canât do what no more with me? Cam, what the hell you got goinâ on? like, seriously. âcause i know you not about to do what i think you are.â
you pulled back from Cameronâs earlobe and looked down at him, meeting his gaze that was somewhat unsteady. a stray tear formed in one of Cameronâs eyes and you smiled sadistically as you watched it roll down his cheek before wiping it away with the tip of the gun, making him flinch.
âdo. it. Cameron.â you whispered demandingly, slightly raising both of your eyebrows, as you gently tapped the gun against his cheek and suddenly bucked your hips, earning another whimper from him.
âi-iâm⊠iâm leaving you, Jasmine. i c-canât do this relationship shit witâ you no m-moreâŠâ the words left a bitter taste in Cameronâs mouth, as if his stomach acid had refluxed and scorched the back of his throat. his body tensed after the words hit his eardrums, as if it had physically pained him to leave the woman he cared about.
but you? you were elated to see the words pour from his mouth, no matter how much they may have hurt him you say or how much they may have hurt Jasmine to hear. there was no going back after this, and you and Cameron both knew it, but sooner or later, youâd grow on him and heâd learn to love you like you loved him â frankly, he had no choice.
and just like that, Cameron was stuck between a rock and a hard place â the âhard placeâ being a woman he mistakenly fucked over who wouldnât hesitate to kill to get him all to herself, even if it meant he had to die, too.
