pairing: teammate!jude x manager!reader x bestfriend!djed
description: djed has always been protective over you for the most obvious reasons—some less obvious to you— but protective none the less. for some reason, djed and jude’s friendly seems a little less friendly than usual off the pitch, leading to jude making his move on you. (18+)
author’s note: this request was a little freaked out i recieved this around 2025? but jude here was a little coercive (per the request) !!!!! this scene also inspired me for one of my fics!! so if these scene seems repetitive in the near future it is because i love the concept of bar rom scenes…
to anyone coming from tiktok… hi… this is a trilogy one shot so please grab your popcorn and tell me if you’re team djed or jude <3 also ty for the love i’m lowk scared about the crowd tiktok will bring but we will see..
on the pitch, djed was grand and often times cold. but off, he was elegant and humble, probably the most eloquently spoken person you knew. which is why when he forewarned you about the night’s plans, he was very intentional with his advice— one in specific.
“and stay away from bellingham.”
he says, removing his shirt, turning his head to look at me when i became a little too quiet at his warning. “got that?” you nod. what djed said, went most of the time because you could never bear the burden of being— well— a burden. you tried to look attentive when he looked to you for reassurance, sliding his tee over his head and looking to you for approval.
your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth, thinking about the forbidden fruit that was jude. you had never seriously considered entertaining him. especially because he was notorious for being the university’s playboy and all-star. his grand and loved image was despite his cocky attitude which you considered an ick. occasionally. but then there were other times where teammate jude seemed to be overly decieving on the pitch.
it could have been the morning greetings during practice or the wink and grins he shot you during, but jude was not entirely terrible, subjectively speaking.
but djed knew not to worry, knowing you to be one of the most responsible people he knew and smartest mates he held dear to him. but understanding how closely you two grew up is what made him strive to protect your friendship from his inner most desires.
that was until you took a bite from the forbidden fruit.
you stared at djed’s outfit, smiling proudly as if you were also holding back a small laugh. you could admit that his style was very fitting for himself, but it was obvious that you had no influence over his outfit this time— which was refreshing.
“oh, be honest.”
you shook your head, fixing your hand over your lips to find the words before pausing and changing your stance as if you were deep in thought. you were such a proper girl, always set on making sure djed presenting himself off the pitch as stylish— but proper, per his mother’s request to you before you were both sent off to uni.
a snap from your phone clicked, alerting him of the photo you took. he was quick to reach for it, easily grabbing it despite you on your toes, extending your hand to the air. djed leans forward to grab it, smiling when he did. unbeknownst to you, the step back had you against the wall and the distance between you two very minimal.
you looked up at your hands joined, not bothering to fight for the phone. he takes it, smirking at the photos while sending them to him and deleting them from your phone.
you gasp, snatching your phone back. “my photos!”
“no— these are my photos, i can’t have you reporting back to my mother dearest.” he knew you so well. the messages between his mum and you were filled with photos of you both on your outings and her small, cute suggestive comments of how cute you were together.
“can i have one back?” you pouted, holding up one singular finger with a pitiful expression. djed shakes his hand, tapping his phone on the top of your head.
“airdropped.”
clever ass. you thought to yourself, the photos seemingly stuck on your mind funnily enough. his outfit wasn’t terrible at all. you just couldn’t reason why you were so giggly over the sight of him.
“finish getting ready, our car comes soon..” his voice his deep and gentle with command as he settles on the edge of your bed, looking at his phone for the ride share you two would take to the bar that he would never take you to usually.
but knowing your recent antics with your girlfriends, he knew you were bound to do it anyways— and wanted your first time to be a safe time.
you leaned over the counter, mouth slightly agape as you fixed your mascara over your lashes. to be honest you were nervous, the boys rarely saw you off the pitch and when they did you were in extremely casual clothes— sometimes pajamas. you were one of those students, dedicated; focused; and less focused on appearances. this made djed’s job easier and easier for him to gatekeep you despite him adoring you in all your versions.
something sweet and wet touches your lips, an annoyed sound coming out as your focused gaze in the mirror broke with the grape he held over your lips. you took it, side eyeing him to which he paid no mind and sat back down to finish the bowl you had in your fridge.
djed scrolled through his instagram as he waited for you to finish, your throat clearing for attention when you did. you stood there, arms slightly out as if to present yourself. you did your makeup as you usually did with the girls, slightly glittery and anything but casual for a bar night— hoping it wouldn’t be too much since you chose a soft palette.
the taller looks up, his lips parting and dropping the grape he held in his mouth before quickly catching it and putting it back in his mouth. you saw it as a funny gimmick while he embarrassingly wiped his hand over his chin to check for drool.
he realized how he had never seen you on a night out, his eyes nearly falling out of your sockets. then the realization set in that he would have to lock in on you tonight when it came to the team, not wanting to tell you to change since you looked so excited to go out in this outfit.
you wore a pair of white shorts and a simple halter, black with a gold hoop in between the crevices. the outfit hugged you just right, reminding you of all the places djed knew not to look. instead, he places his hand over your side respectfully when you walked over to him. you explained how you attempted to match him as you did with your girlfriends, his focus leering into a look of devestation.
when you guys got to the bar you got their late. it didn’t help that you were getting stared at without a single man blinking between the bunch of them. surely being on time didn’t matter that much to them outside of practice, right? you thought to yourself.
you apologized again softly, “i got a little hungry along the way.”
djed’s jaw clenched, his eyes droned in on the troublesome three before pulling you closer by the side. “it’s alright— right guys?” he looked to the bunch who nodded, their spells broken by the tone of his voice. your eyes glossed over jude’s shameless gaze as he leaned against the bar, tongue in cheek, djed’s eyes catching a wave of his intentions.
you sat at the bar carefully, hearing declan’s thick accent from your left. “let’s take shots together?” the suggestion made your eyes light up, happy to be accepted so quickly despite not knowing it was for all the wrong reasons.
the others sat at the bar, veering over at you a couple of times while keeping a hushed tone between loud exclamations. harry, the team captain, stands behind jude and carney with his hands on their shoulders. he sports a large grin, noticing his team’s sudden change in personality— including djed’s. he had no idea what your relationship with him was like off the pitch, but he had hinted to you being off limits since you guys got there.
“chatty, aren’t we?” the oldest looks between the mates who awkwardly smile, some confident in their shameless dog tendencies.
“let’s remain professional off the pitch as well, ‘kay?” his smile nearly slit the joy and hope from many of the player’s eyes. all except jude, who had his head turned towards you as you made conversation with a very eager declan.
his eyes then move to djed who was trying his best not to seethe. and once he had finally relaxed, jude knew it was his time to shine. declan got up to grab change for the pool table so they could all play together. the all-star shifts over one seat to lean and tap shoulders with you.
“almost didn’t recognize you,” his voice is raspy, teasing in a sense. you knew he was checking you out amongst the rest solely because that was jude. he looks to the bartender, ordering you another shot and one for him.
“you shouldn’t drink,” you say, straightening up as if to pose responsibly. he jabs a thumb slightly over his shoulder at declan who was setting up the balls with his mates. “and him?”
he raises a brow to which you break the tiniest small, and to your mistake you accept the shot. “cheers.”
you raise your glass first, eager. he watches the way your lips touch the rim and your throat takes the poison down swiftly. “you’re not much of a rule follower yourself.” he teased, knowing he was referring to the rumor of you being a bland person outside of practice. but that was your job as a team manager.
yet, here you were, dangling like a shiny new toy in front of him.
his voice broke your fixation on the pool game. “do you know how to play?”
you shake your head, watching him get up and lend his hand. djed was chatting with harry before noticing your hand in jude’s, pulling away for him to place shamelessly on your waist. you successfully hid any effect it had on you from others who cheered when you joined them.
“jude, you wanna go up next?” declan hands over the stick, who then passes it to you. you feel djed walk over, pulling you by the waist, offering you a tutorial. you nod, leaning into djed’s touch with trust.
this is the same djed that taught you how to ride a bike and shoot a basketball, so you felt comfortable with him touching you. but for some reason it felt so different. you could feel his hands steady on your waist you folded over the table.
he held an angle from the side so he was leaning down with you, placing his hands over your to show you how to properly shoot. his voice caressed your ear, nearly drowning out the music that was playing obnxiously since you walked in. “does this feel steady?”
you nod, djed’s eyes training itself on the ball and the pocket you wanted to push with. “pull it back.”
“good, now ease until you think you’ve got the right spot.” his focus was trained to help you focus but only ensured you were flustered and distracted. his eyes noted how you faltered for a moment from his voice, his hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closely so you would stop adjusting your stance.
“right there,” his voice nearly sends you into shock alone, a tingle down your spine. and nobody could see except for you, djed, and jude.
what everyone else saw was the terrible shot you took as a result of being distracted. earning a round of applause from the younger teammates who were then nudged to knock off their antics and be kind. harry makes a passive joke about you being drunk, sending them off into fits of laughter, unable to notice the tension between the three of you.
“practice makes perfect, let’s try again with a new teacher?” jude says, gently handling the stick from your hand while winking at djed who was more than satisfied knowing the effect he had on you.
“i need a moment.”
meanwhile you were battling the frustration of mixed signals this was all creating for you. you step back, finding the hallway to the bathroom, opting for the back door of the bar when it was locked. the wind immediately nipped at your nose and cheeks, providing some relief from the headache that sent your brain into overdrive.
it was obvious djed was being more openly possessive after one too many shots— which wasn’t the issue entirely. you liked djed for the longest time, watching him go through his high school sweetheart phase with a girl that wasn’t you and supporting him through the start of his university career in sports while you pursued yours.
you two were stuck together nearly everyday. just enough so he could make you feel safe why you finally worked up the strength to push every feeling down and away recently with your focus on studies. and just when you do, he pulls this? god, of all the times like this one you really needed a cig. tears threatened at your eyes for a moment before you pulled yourself together for the sake of your mascara.
you could barely hear the door open and close from your thoughts, only hearing the door slam shut. you scoff, knowing djed came outside looking for you. you shoo him, “i said i need a moment djed, please.”
“not djed,” the voice was definitely not his, but troublesome and familiar. “and you can have your moment with me, it's alright.”
you look over at bellingham who had a small tug to the corner of his lips, his hand in a pocket while the other one went to the back of his neck. “i’ve missed worser shots,” he starts with his charming gig, working his way towards you until you take a step away with your arms crossed. stay away from bellingham.
what a prick, the both of them.
“you are trouble bellingham,” you start, narrowing your eyes when he leaned closer to you and onto the brick wall. he noticed the way you shivered from the cold, too unaware from how alert you were with the interaction. “and you are shivering, love.”
jude takes his jacket off, placing it over your shoulders just to jerk you closer to him. he was once again, shamelessly checking you out while doing so, doing the bare minimum in ensuring that the jacket worked. you shrugged, pretending that it wasn’t saving your ass from freezing.
your eyes darted anywhere but to his, maintaining a scowl on your face, an expression unfamiliar to him since your job was to be pleasant during games and practices. “aye, princess, don’t be like that.”
“don’t call me that,” you said firmly, failing to register that you were in deep within his trap already with his claws gently digging into you with the way his hand slid over the small of your back. you swayed towards him, keeping your eyes off of his until you were forced to acknowledge his face in front of yours.
your face which was once being frozen from the biting wind was now warm with the heat of jude’s breath lingering with yours. you look up at him, his eyes deep in temptation while he studied your face, eager to take what he wanted. you quickly place your hand between the two of you, djed in mind.
even as you pushed off, jude placed a hand onto the wall to trap you back in his arms. you stand idle, heart racing from this random thrill of your darkest temptation chasing you in a reality that was no longer subtle touches or winks— but a forceful presence. you wanted this so bad, no matter what you knew was right or wrong.
his hand forces its way back onto you this time, rough and demanding to your deepest desires. every rational thought was fighting the willpower your hands held against his chest as you tried to keep your distance. but you didn’t turn your head away this time, you looked up at him, as if to dare him to take it.
you kept up this stubborn, innocent facade, honestly wanting nothing more than attention that jude was dying to give you. “c’mere.”
your harsh gaze falters immediately, arms no longer stiff enough to barricade your body from his. he makes his way in, kissing you with urgency. the small muffles of protest quickly turn into moans, your hands torn between tearing him away or pulling him closer. they remain on his chest, balling up the cloth of his tee as he pushed his hips forward and hoisted a leg up to grind against you.
you could feel him prominent against you, warning you almost as you pulled away to catch your breath. jude smirks cockily, that damned look you knew too well on the pitch was rarely ever performance. he was a grade A asshole who was everything anyone could ever want. except you. you hated his attitude, his arrogance, and his rivalry with djed— your best friend.
you also hated how good he was at kissing.
and the ways his hands held you up as if he cared to have dropped you, only wanting to cop a feel of anything and everything he had yet to explore.
“god, i hate you.”
the sentence makes him scoff against your lips, kissing your neck while hoisting your other leg up. you let out a small whine when he began marking your collarbone up with a litter of two or three kisses that were sure to stain you the next day.
“you don’t hate this,” he says, pushing his hips against you again and a moan from your lips. he was breathless from how beautiful you were, cursing himself for not using his eyes more often than his dick. you curse under your breath, demanding to be put down before pushing him off.
you looked at him as if he were some sort of magnet that dared to force you back to him. this time you initiated a kiss, feverent and hot with frustration before he flipped you to turn you against the wall. he holds you close with your back arched towards him, panting unevenly as he buried his face into your neck again.
“tell me you hate it,” his fingers worked over the button of your shorts, earning a small gasp. he let out a small gasp with you, taunting the small sounds you made.
“f-fuck you bellingham,” you say as if you were pretending to convince him, your tone wavering. his finger rubbed against your hip bone and over your lower stomach.
“more. tell me how much you hate it,” jude taunted you, dangerously rubbing in between your thighs, shoving your shorts down while his large hands greedily grabbed at you.
“stop— we can’t,” the words make him laugh, your body entirely unconvincing as you gave yourself to him, melting back into his shoulder while his tongue ran over the nape of your neck. he finally reaches your ear.
“yes, i can.” he says, almost as if you dared him, his fingers push the button of your clit ever so gently while the other hand kneads your side. you push your ass back, cursing yourself for the betrayal. “still hate it?”
you shake your head, pliant to the way his fingertips drag along your panties under. he rubs you through them, nipping at your earlobe as small moans draw themselves shakily in the air— a wince from the pleasure almost breaking his composure.
“you sound even prettier than i imagined, but this?” his fingers push in deeper, as if to feel the dampness of your need entirely on his fingers. “i couldn’t imagine this one from you at all. especially since you’re such a good girl.”
his middle finger slips in past the sides, warranting a loud moan from the sudden entrance. his other hand reaches up to cup your mouth, eyes low and barely open as he works it slowly from the tip to his knuckle. he drawls out long groans from feeling you clench around the single digit alone, knowing he couldn’t have you right here— but he wanted to play for as long as he could.
“you like that?” you shook your head, moaning against his hand with a defiant thrust away from his hand. your body spoke first, drenching the finger in a coat of your pleasure, inviting his second finger in.
“i think you do— you’re taking it so well.” jude taunts, daring you to attempt a sentence by releasing his hand. but by now you were struggling to comprehend the right words to say, knowing your pathetic demands for him to stop were unconvincing even to yourself. eventually you were riding against his fingers, softly panting against the brick wall.
jude presses a small kiss to the temple of your head, almost as an apology before curling his fingers inside of you so deliciously that you felt your orgasm just on the tip of his fingers. “bellingham— no, you’re…” you tried grabbing at his bicep, urging him to pull you closer and hold you tight as his fingers assaulted the same spot over and over.
tears pricked at your eyes as you felt your orgasm approach, small gasps and whines turned into small protests of his sympathetic regards for your lack of words.
“you hate this, hm? you hate me so much but let me touch you anyway i want,” he started. “you hate me because djed does. you love this. say it.”
you bit your lip harshly, exasperating with every harsh thrust of his fingers. you were holding out for your pride, refusing to acknowledge anything he said. jude bellingham, you will pay for this. he gave you a couple of moments before pulling his fingers out and away, making you whine at the loss immediately.
your knees buckle as you lean against the wall for support, glaring at the taller behind you who laughed as if he had made a breakthrough discovery. his fingers reached up to his lips for him to taste you, a look of disdain and lust mixed in with the guilt of knowing what you did in the moment.
you flip yourself back against the brick wall, firmly planting your hand to keep him away when he leaned back in.
“no. i mean it bellingham.” you said out of breath, reaching down to button up your shorts, he could only respond by pushing himself off of the wall with his other hand, sucking the last drops of you off of his finger while holding eye contact.
he wasn’t going to push his luck this time, seeing how firm you were in your denial for entry. jude fixes himself in front of you, smirking when he caught you checking him out.
“if you change your mind on that no, i have more for you.”
you snapped back to reality. this is the university’s strap-on we were talking about.
“unbelievable.” you scoffed, taking off his jacket to toss at his chest and walk back inside. he leaned against the wall, biting his lower lip in indecisiveness as he watched you walk back inside.
you immediately search for djed, who catches you as if you were in a rush— which you were. he looks at you with concern, noticing you were gone for the last almost hour while he tended to his mates. the taller holds your side firmly with one hand, fixing your hair with the other.
“hey, i’m sorry about earlier.” he starts, looking around to ponder privacy.
“it’s fine— let’s just go back to my place, yeah? i wanna go home.”
he was quick to nod and agree, pulling you in for a hug and pulling back to shake hands with his mates who all pulled you in for a hug. the sight of them being so sad to see you leave for once after many practices of them giving you sweaty side hugs or high-fives was almost endearing.
djed notices your lipgloss has practically been wiped off, refusing to link it to jude’s absence. he just pulls you outside while ordering your car, his eyes searching your face to make sure you were alright. his hand firmly presses against your head to hold before cupping your cheek to check your temperature.
finally, he removed his jacket to place on your shoulders. his smell made you feel warm inside out, your head resting on his shoulder. you didn’t know how to talk about tonight at all— or earlier for that fact. but he was eager to with your permission.
“we can talk about it when you want to. but for now, just know that i’m sorry. i never meant to cross a boundary or make you feel uncomfortable tonight at all,” his eyes were genuine and deep with kindness— something that jude’s lacked. you smile and kissed his cheek, acknowledging the apology.
“it’s okay. mistakes happen.”
was it a mistake when you were dipping into two different things at once? why did your mistake feel way heavier than his?
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pairing(s): chases' bestfriend!bleood/jamari w che & girlfriend!reader.
warnings: perversion (from all parties), voyeurism, exhibition, puppy kink (not explicitly stated), mommy kink, jamari gets caught jorking it, dom!reader, switch!che and mari. jamari is lowkey crazy af
authors note: don't be a silent reader! do leave a comment. also, do request to be added onto my future taglist. this was written with a black reader in mind, but can be read from any perspective. also, ik they're beefing, idgaf. crossposting onto @ressurextioned.
Jamari paced around the room. He was in New York, visiting and accompanying his best friend, Chase, along with Chase's girlfriend, you. He stopped pacing around the room to look at the digital clock that sat atop Chase's bedside end table. His heart dropped as the neon green digital numbers read '2:14'.
His manager was blowing his phone up, demanding the files of his new song that was meant to drop at midnight. Jamari felt like shit. He didn't fly with his laptop; the only device he could retrieve the song from.
"Fuck!" He frustratedly yelled into the air, no one around to hear.
You and Chase were currently outside. You dragged him to a small fashion business' pop-up downtown, which, fortunately for the owner, a huge throng of fans gathered outside due to your presence.
Jamari had about an hour or so to resolve everything. He looked around the spacious room, his eyes zoning in on a macbook. Lilac cover with cute stickers plastered all over. He knew it had to belong to you. He felt trifling picking it up, but this was urgent.
When he opened the laptop, he was greeted by a looping gif of you and Chase making kissy, pouty faces at the camera before sharing a deep, messy kiss. Jamari felt himself pulsate under the warmth of the laptop upon viewing it, but he shook it off. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, thinking that was a bit odd.
After failing his first attempt at your password, Chase's birthday, he deliberated, as he knew he couldn't risk being locked out. He tried you twos’ anniversary date. When the lock screen lifted, a small smile graced his face. Was it a little weird he had the date of the jubilee of your romance locked in? "Nah.." he answered aloud, in response to his internal query.
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After going through the trials and tribulations of sending the song to his manager, he changed everything on your laptop back to normal.
Seeing all of your files and applications pop back up, there was a spark of curiosity in him. He couldn't help the feeling of temptation to snoop around.
Jamari's heart pounded through his chest as he clicked through your folders. He felt so immensely guilty but physically couldn't stop himself. He tried to gaslight himself, 'It's harmless". As he scrolled through your documents and photos, he felt spiritually inclined to open the '<333' folder in the hidden photos album.
The first item in the album was a video, 6 minutes and 39 seconds long. The thumbnail was dark, almost pitch black, which only made it stand out more to the boy.
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As soon as the video started, the audio blasted around the room. But the contents of the sound made him not want to touch the volume keys whatsoever. You and Che's mouths clashed against each other, in a nasty, saliva-filled french kiss.
As Chase pushed his tongue deeper into your mouth, you let out a loud, almost pornographic moan. "Mmff.." Jamari mumbled as he licked his bottom lip, taking your computer off of his lap, and unbuttoning his expensive designer jeans, as it sits beside him. He pulled his boxers down, his thin hand wrapping itself around his long, but not so girthy penis.
He started stroking himself slow. He loved the sounds you two were making. Did he think it was creepy, what he was doing right now? Sure, but...
It was your fault.
You shouldn't have left your laptop in plain sight.
Your password shouldn't have been so easy to guess.
You shouldn't have always been in those tiny shorts, or messily kissing Chase, or talking in that sweet voice, every time he came over.
This was all your fault, he convinced himself. His wristy tugs got rougher, and faster. His quiet mewls turned into low groans.
"Fuck.." He unashamedly moaned into the open, now taking advantage of being alone in the home.
The video playing on your screen slowly progressed into Chase softly caressing your backside, manipulating your cotton polkadot plastered panties off of your plump ass.
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Meanwhile, Downtown...
You sat in the large black SUV. You resided on the left side of the truck, while Chase had his hands out of the rolled down window, signing autographs and taking pictures with star-struck fans.
You turned your phone's brightness down, in an attempt to hide your screen from anyone who could've been watching, even though your rolled up windows had a 5% tint.
The ring app was open; you held your non-dominant hand over your mid-section, weakly trying to stop the fluttering in your stomach. The wet sounds of Jamari playing with himself and his cute little mewls played in your airpods.
Was it odd there was a camera in your bedroom? Sure. Was it even weirder you were the one who convinced Chase to get it installed? Yes. But he didn't have to know it was to make sure you never caught him masturbating when you're not present, which was one of the first rules you set when he declared you his "mommy" and himself your "puppy".
In due time, Chase was finally done signing photos of him and waved the fans away. As the window came up, he let out a quiet sigh as he looked over at you. He sported a small pout as he saw your pretty face deep in your phone, slightly jealous as, whatever it was, stole your attention.
After his failed attempts of trying to get you to look at him by sighing loudly, he just leaned over in his seat, trying to catch a glance of what was so appeasing. His heart dropped seeing your shared bed with some unidentified figure on it. He quietly maneuvered himself to get a better look, eventually throbbing once he realized who it was, and what they were doing.
You noticed him. Turning the phone over, giving him a full view, "Look baby," you started, in a sensual tone. "You see your friend?", you teased. Chase shook his head with a grimace on his face, pretending he wasn't insanely turned on.
"How long you been watching that? Right next to me?" He asked, trying to bait you into feeling bad. You, though? You didn't care. You had no shame. There was also a quiet hate you had for this innocent, "feel bad for me" facade the boy was putting on. You simply deadpanned at him, not wanting to engage with his tomfoolery.
This was normal. At least to you two. You both knew how you got down behind closed doors; taking desperate groupies backstage, threesomes with other rappers in the scene..., real nasty stuff.
Besides all of that, Chase didn't have to know you deliberately planted your private videos on things you knew would be particularly accessible for Jamari.
You disconnected your airpods, letting the sound from the app play in the backseat of the car. The driver quickly pressed a button, rolling up the partition.
That put a smile on your face, the sudden acceleration of the truck being a tell-tale sign he wanted these weirdos out of his car. You didn't take this offensively; just excited to get home to the other boy.
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A soft whirr rang in your ears. The phone you held in your soft, freshly manicured hands unlocking the door to you and Chase's shared brownstone.
Chase trailed behind closely behind you, his fists tight around the straps of the bags from your earlier trip. As you removed your garments and shoes, a pool of jealousy formed in his heart. Were escapades of this sort normal for you two? Sure. But you'd never done anything like this. Not with anyone he'd considered a friend.
He quickly got over it, though. It made you excited, so... likewise.
You rushed up the stairs, with not much consideration for Chase or his time. As you reached the bedroom, your hands were quietly planted against the mahogany door to not imply your presence.
With Chase behind you, you were both met with a beautiful sight.
Jamari's long, lanky body spread across the bed. His long fingers quickly stroking his dick, up and down. Loud, wet sounds filled the room.
You examined the bed to see which video, in specific, got the boy so worked up. Upon seeing yourself on the laptop screen, getting pounded in from behind, you were dripping. You oozed a warm pool of arousal, slick on the lace that embraced your pillowy backside.
...
Blowing your cover, a broken whimper left Chase's mouth.
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-`♡´- NOIR SPEAKS: leaving this on a cliffhanger because im overy excited to publish this. we need more bleood fics :/. let me know how you like this :3 byeee
ps: this was barely proofread, if there are (m)any mistakes, please let me know.
Reader who has a real job and actual bills. Reader who prioritizes her own peace over his feelings. Reader who has hobbies that don’t revolve around a man. Reader who actually has a life outside of him. Reader who says “no” and means it. Reader who isn't easily impressed. Reader who’s petty. Reader who has trust issues. Reader who chooses her girls every single time. Reader who has a body count and isn't ashamed of it. Reader who is exhausted by male fragility. Reader who holds grudges. Reader who’s a mess. Reader who’s mentally ill. Reader who makes mistakes. Reader who’s manipulative. Reader who’s selfish. Reader who’s morally gray. Reader who’s awful. Reader who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck.
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
