argue with me | mackiah mercer x fem!reader
synopsis: your situationship loves to rile you up but loves when you argue with him even more.
authore’s note: my great and wonderful twt mutuals who beta read this are the ones this fic is dedicated to! i love you guys :3 fic below the cut... not proof read
warnings: smut! (18+ mdni or ageless blogs), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dry humping, big dick kiah, just the tip, they're both kinda switchy, they’re kinda messy and toxic(who gaf), mentions & features of kamden & eunchae for the plot, situationship (evil)
“i’m not gonna fight with you,” you rolled your eyes at mackiah, pushing yourself off of the sticky kitchen counter he backed you into, “i told you, i don’t care what you do and who you see!”
“if that’s the case, why would you immediately view my story and post a shady note, hm?” mackiah questioned, following behind you, “c’mon, talk to meeee.”
you scoffed, ignoring the tall boy behind you as you maneuvered through the crowded living room of his frat. you don’t even know why you came, well yeah you did. the reason is right behind you and won’t stop trying to probe your mind.
you stopped suddenly, his chest bumping into your back, “why do you want me to care? i can’t just listen to a song and post it?”
people were bumping into you guys, interrupting you two to greet mackiah and ignore you. one of them being the said girl who was in the discussion.
“hi kiah,” eunchae smiled, hands on his chest as she passed by, giving you a once over before greeting you as well, “hi yn.”
you smiled back, ignoring the look she gave you and deciding to play nice. the last thing you would want is mackiah entertaining the idea of you two not getting along because of him.
“had so much fun yesterday,” she looked back to mackiah, “come find later?”
he nodded, winking at her as she sauntered off with her friends, not even sparing you another look, “what were we talking about?”
you shook your head, walking away from him and trying to find a way out of the stuff living room.
you don’t know why you entertain mackiah when he does shit like this. it’s honestly childish, but you would be damned if you gave up what he gave you because of his antics.
at least he wasn’t sleeping with anybody else, and you knew that because you’ve threatened to stop your arrangement if he did.
as you continued along the walkway, a platinum white haired man found his way into your eyesight and the plan of the century came into your mind.
na kamden. one of your favorite guys to see, he knew about mackiah, he didn’t really care. kamden was fine being the guy you called when you wanted to make out and watch a movie. nothing more and nothing less.
he also knew that mackiah, despite being one to entertain a couple of girls, got irrationally jealous. so when he saw the annoyed look in your eyes and mackiah’s smug lips, he knew he had to step in!
“yn,” he cooed, arms wide as he brought you into a hug, “i thought i saw you. leaving so soon?”
you hugged kamden back, trying to ignore the guy behind you as your arms came to rest on his biceps, feeling the define muscles, “kammy, did you work out before coming? tryin’ show off or just hoping you would run into me?”
“the latter of course,” he winked, bringing his own hands to rest low on your hips as he nodded to mackiah, “hey.”
mackiah replied back before his eyes traveled to kamden’s hands, his chest starting to feel a little tight.
when the fuck did that happen? you knew kamden? what the fuck did you mean by him running into you? why are you holding on kamden’s biceps when you wouldn’t even hold a conversation with him? what the fuck? what the fuck? oh he’s about to be sick.
“yn if you’re done,” mackiah cleared his throat, eyes dancing across the room as he tried to regain his composure, “we were in the middle of something.”
a glint of amusement was in kamden’s eye, he knew that mackiah was feeling some way now. but you waved it off, not really paying attention, “it can wait. i’m talking right now.”
did somebody just shoot him in the chest? why are you waving him off? are you seriously that mad about eunchae? he’d cut her off if you would just say that instead of making him play the guessing game.
you were leaned into kamden now, a hand cupping his cheek as you were immersed into a conversation he couldn’t hear even though he was trying super hard.
“is it working?” you whispered, lips against kamden’s ear as he let his hands travel up your back, “he’s so ridiculous.”
kamden let his hands fall back to your hips, laughing at mackiah as he desperately tried to catch what was going on, “mhm, but he’s twenty. he’ll figure it out, now go before he explodes and ruins the party. figuratively and literally.”
you pulled away, squeezing kamden’s arms for show before turning back to mackiah who was pale in comparison to earlier. his eyes darting around to make it seem like he wasn’t listening.
“we can go now,” you shrugged, stepping back into his space as you looked at him almost bored, “since it’s soooo important.”
mackiah nodded, biting his lip nervously, “right um.. m-my room.”
you nodded your head towards the stairs, “lead the way”
with how quickly mackiah pulled you up the stairs, you were surprised you didn’t trip over them or yourself.
he let you walk into the room before slamming the door and leaning against it as if he were scared you would try to escape, “are you fucking him?”
“hm?” you questioned, leaning against his bed frame, “what are you talking about”
mackiah rolled his eyes, “don’t be dense. kamden. kammy. i didn’t even know that you knew him.”
“oh yeah,” you snapped, “because you and eunchae weren’t doing the exact thing in my face? you only have a problem when it’s me?”
mackiah sucked his teeth, pushing himself off the door and towards you, “it’s not like that. we just went out, she wanted me to post her. is that so wrong?”
“mmkay,” you replied, not faltering under his heavy gaze as he got closer, “i’ll make sure i do that with kamden next time, and you let me know how right that is.”
his fingers danced against your knee, pulling your leg far enough apart to stand between them, “y’know, if you told me what your problem was, i could fix it.”
“you know what my problem is,” you replied, not backing down, “and you don’t wanna fix it cause you like playing too much. fine, we can play but you can’t be mad about your own rules.”
mackiah’s fingers trailed up your thigh, dipping underneath your skirt before pulling them away, “stop seeing kamden.”
“cut all of your girlfriends off.”
mackiah rolled his eyes, dropping to his knees and resting his cheek against his thigh, “why?”
“you wanna watch me feel up more than just kamden next time? don’t think you’re the only one with options. you’re just the one i choose.” you pushed his forehead, annoyed at his resistance.
he ignored you, hooking his arms under legs causing you to fall back against the mattress.
lifting yourself up by your elbows, you inhaled before giving him your attention once again, “cut them off or this is the last time.”
mackiah placed kisses against your inner thighs, rubbing the plush skin as his lips wandered closer to your bikini line, “you know when you argue with me, it turns me on.”
“because you’re a sick bastard.” you whined as he nipped at the sensitive skin, “do you not want me enough?”
mackiah pulled back, looking at you with the most honesty you’ve ever seen, “i want you entirely.”
he disappeared underneath your skirt again, kissing and marking your thighs as his fingers trailed over your panties.
the touch caused you to tense up, his fingers prodding at your clit through the fabric.
“don’t tell me you were under her skirt like this last night, that’s pathetic if you did.” you bit out as mackiah kissed your sensitive bud before lapping it through your underwear, “i swear to god i’ll fuck kamden after you eat my pussy if you did.”
the boy underneath your skirt paused, thinking about his next words as his fingers rubbed at your thighs, “i didn’t even fucking kiss her. i’m so sick of your fucking mouth. just shut up.”
before you could muster a reply, all could feel was the cold air against your bare cunt before mackiah flattened his tongue against it.
he licked your cunt before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking it harshly as his fingers dug into your thighs. your hands grabbed at the sheets from his mouth, but he quickly moved them to his hair before digging them back into your skin.
your nails scratched at his scalp, his eye rolling back as he ate your out. he pulled you by your legs to the edge of the bed, fucking your cunt with his tongue slowly to drive you crazy.
a whimper escaped you, wanting him to go faster but you know he wouldn’t treat you unless you begged. you weren’t going to give him what he wanted, so you would have to suffer from the slow pace.
mackiah slid his fingers up to your clit, rubbing it to match the pace of his tongue, pulling away for just a moment,
“you won’t get what you want till you beg.”
“m not begging till you tell me— prove to me it’s just me you want,” you moaned, trying to have some dominance in your voice, but failing, “m not asking for a lot.”
mackiah sucked his teeth, his fingers still playing with your clit as he watched your hole clench around nothing, “mm, i wish i knew you were gonna be so bratty. c’mon baby, give me what i want and i’ll eat you the way you want.”
mackiah pulled away from your body entirely, causing you to barely whine at the loss. he pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere in his room for later usage before putting his fingers on your clit again,
he pushed one finger into you, the squelch so obscene for how little he’s been touching you, “she’s already making noise for me baby, i barely just started. you know you want it, and you know you won’t get anything from me till you finish.”
you gulped, deciding to swallow your pride as he pushed his finger in and out of you so tortuously slow, “kiah baby, please? please fuck me with your tongue the way i like. i’ll stop being a brat, i’ll let you eat me the way you want and then fuck me. please? need it. nobody gives it the way you do, i don’t want anybody to touch me like you do.”
“oh baby,” he cooed, pulling his finger out and leaning back down, “they couldn’t even if they tried.”
with that, mackiah began fucking you with his tongue at such a fast pace, you weren't such if you wanted to moan or scream. your knees were shaking, threatning to close around the boy's head but his strong hands kept them apart.
your slick dripping down your cunt and onto his face and mattress, it was probably a filthy scene to behold. mackiah didn't care though, he wanted your juices all over him. his sharp nose proding at your clit as he continue to eat you out, pressing it down when you whimpered at the contact.
pleasure was running through your body, your hands tugging his hair to push him deeper into your cunt. mackiah let it happen, smirking into you before pulling his tongue out to lick at your clit.
replacing his tongue with two fingers, curling deep into you the way he knows you like. strings of moans and praises leaving your lips as mackiah fingered you, fuck why were you mad in the first place?
"see baby," mackiah cooed, eyes trained on your glistening cunt, "you know nobody can work you up like i can. why would you want that when i know what you like?"
"i d-don't know," you cried out as mackiah's fingers massaged your g-spot, "because you p-piss me off when you see other girls."
"tsk," mackiah sighed, speeding up his pace as more juices spilled from your cunt, "you're so greedy and selfish. you just wanna keep me all to yourself?"
"d-duh," you mustered a snarky remark, but quickly regretted it when mackiah pulled his fingers from your cunt, "w-wait."
mackiah stood up from between your legs, looking down at the obscene view beneath him, "normally, you know i don't give you this till you cum, but even when i give you what you want, you can't shut the fuck up."
his fingers hurridly pushing down his grey sweatpants enough to free his cock, heavy and red at the tip. his fingers rubbed at your cunt, gathering your slick before rubbing it down his length.
his lips came down against yours, his face shiny with your slick as he came closer into view, "but that's okay. i like your mouth."
you pulled him by the shoulders, lips crashing against his depserately, tasting yourself on them as he nudged his cock head against your clit.
the two of you fought for dominance over the kiss as mackiah began to grind his hips down. the movement caused you to gasp, allowing for him to slide his tongue into your mouth. your nails dug into his shoulders as you brought your hips up to meet his own.
mackiah's lips traveled down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting dark hickeys into your skin.
his tip nudging against your clit deliciously, moans escaping your lips as he continued to mark you. mackiah was lost in pleasure, his own whimpers leaving his mouth as he humped against you like a pathetic version.
if there was a time to take over the situation, it was now. you dragged your fingers to his hair, tugging harshly to detach him from your neck. he looked down at you with blown out eyes and spit running down the side of his jaw.
you pulled him down against you, kissing and licking at the junction of his neck, sucking your own marks into his skin, "don't think you were the only one who was gonna mark their territory, kiah."
the boy nodded his head in desperation, continuing to slid his dick against you while you continued your work, "n-no baby, i d-didn't think that."
"so pathetic kiah," you cooed against his warm skin, "grinding against me like a virgin and submitting so easily. you truly have everyone fooled."
"y-yeah?" he whined out, thrusts getting sloppy, indicating that he was getting closer to his own orgasm, "i-i'm pathetic."
satisfied with the work you've left along his neck and throat, you looked up at him and cupped his cheek, "yes my baby, you are. but that's okay."
mackiah gripped your hips, thrusting against your clit, making you groan out as your own orgasm was approaching, "lemme--lemme make you cum and show you i can be what you need."
you nodded, mackiah's lips kissing your wrist before fulling focusing on making you cum. moving one hand to rub at your clit as he rubbed his cock through your folds, gathering the slick for a messy glide.
arching your back, you cried his name out and grabbed at his forearm. feeling your nails dig into his arms and his cockhead dip into your hole, mackiah's own orgasm hit, painting your folds.
his head fell forward, hair sticking to his forehead as he heaved from the orgasm. you were focused on your own breathing, orgasm shuttering through your whole body that left you numb for a moment.
"so," mackiah said, eyes meeting yours, "ride me while you block everyone off of my phone?"
your lips curved up as you allowed for him to flip you two over.
it was going to be a long night.
