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.