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⚠️: angst, exes-to-lovers, toxic relationship dynamics, situationship, emotional manipulation, jealousy, possessiveness, unresolved feelings, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, praise kink, daddy kink, creampie, cheating/infidelity themes, reconciliation, emotional vulnerability, NBA player AU

🎞️: Years after a messy falling out and countless chances wasted, Jordan convinces Y/N to come over for one late-night conversation. What starts as another argument about old feelings, jealousy, and everything they never managed to say slowly turns into an honest reckoning with the truths neither of them truly left behind.

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“I'm alone, every night alone. Why am I alone when I know that you want me too Am I wrong? Tell me that I'm wrong Tell me I deserve all the pain that you put me through, oh”

Jordan sat alone in his apartment, the cold breeze drifting in from the clouds outside sending a shiver down his spine. He couldn't sleep, not for the second night in a row. He swore up and down he was over you, and for a while he had been. He ignored your story likes, your views on his TikToks, all the little reminders that you were still lingering around somewhere. He was done.

Finished.

As much as he wanted to be, Jordan just couldn't stay away. You got under his skin and tangled yourself around his heartstrings in a way he couldn't quite understand. The way you'd call for him when you needed him most, the way you'd cuss him out one minute and make him laugh the next, the way you'd look at him like you loved him whenever you both played house in his San Francisco penthouse. Pretending that this situationship would eventually turn into a marriage, that it'd become something real instead of a bandage over the emotional wounds you both carried.

Unfortunately, Jordan couldn't deny that he played a role in all of it. In a lot of ways, he was the reason things ended up like this in the first place.

Jordan was younger then, not like he is now. He was already becoming a star, but when you met him he wasn't used to the attention yet. Not like now. Not as comfortable in his own skin. In another universe, maybe things would've worked out between who he is today and who you used to be. The sweet, know-it-all Stanford student who interviewed him for her school's news blog. You cared about him in a way nobody else did. Back then he felt more like a machine than a person, constantly having to prove himself wherever he went.

Produce. Produce. Produce.

But you?

You just wanted your "Jordy."

You wanted him mind, body, and soul, and he only wanted you sometimes. Once you realized that, you decided to play the game right alongside him. Your yearning faded little by little until distance became second nature. He tried calling, texting, sending TikToks. Anything to get your attention. Sometimes it worked—a laughing emoji here, a "wyd" there, an occasional late-night visit with months in between.

His anger toward you simmered constantly. Between everything happening with his team, management, and family, he needed you, and you couldn't have cared less. Even when you gave him the time of day and agreed to link up, you'd be gone before the next morning. Your relationship had always been fueled by lust, but at least before there was substance underneath it. Jordan hated this version of you. There was no winning with her.

He'd never forget his first home game after getting traded and spotting your face courtside. Just smiling as wide as you could.

Just not for him.

He couldn't make out exactly who you were with, but he didn't want to know. The fact that you were sitting on the away side told him everything he needed to know.

He didn't play nearly as well as he should've that night, which in his mind was entirely your fault. He couldn't focus. Couldn't think straight. He was fighting off a spiral in the locker room afterward. Cameras in his face. Reporters asking questions. Bright lights everywhere.

Meanwhile, all he could think about was you jumping up and down when his team lost.

It made him sick.

It made him hate you.

That night he sent you a flood of texts, saying anything and everything he could think of to get under your skin the way you got under his.

"You'll do anything to get some attention."

"That fuck nigga ain't better than me."

"I see what you was really around me for."

"Groupie ass."

Every single message went ignored while you laid up with your new part-time lover. When you eventually saw them, though, you couldn't even be angry. Jordan's attempt to hurt you was nothing more than a desperate attempt to figure out if you still cared.

And you did.

Somewhat.

You wanted to ask him about the trade. How he was adjusting. How life was treating him.

But those days were over.

Yet here Jordan was years later, still going back and forth with you. Still needing you, no matter how much he hated admitting it. He tossed and turned for another hour before finally grabbing his phone. His thumbs moved quickly as he pulled up your contact and nervously dialed.

He just wanted to talk.

You never even heard him out before things got like this.

God.

"What."

Your voice was cold when you answered. It had been almost a month since the two of you had spoken. Longer since you'd actually seen each other face-to-face. As much as you pretended to be nonchalant, there was a part of you that still felt tied to Jordan in ways you hated acknowledging.

"No attitude right now, Y/N. You in the Bay or what?"

"Of course I am. I live in the Bay, Jordan."

"Can you come see me? Please?"

His voice cracked slightly, his desperation impossible to miss.

"You good?—Actually, never mind. I'm on the way."

You spent the next thirty minutes silently cursing yourself out.

One, for agreeing to go over there.

And two, for not checking in on him sooner.

You let yourself into his penthouse using the spare key he'd never bothered taking back, riding the elevator up with a knot in your stomach. The last few conversations between you had been anything but pleasant. You were almost positive this one would end the same way.

"Jordan?" you called out as the elevator doors opened.

You walked through the foyer and into the living room where Jordan sat on the couch. A bottle of Hennessy rested on the coffee table while he ran both hands through his short hair.

"Hey," he said quietly. "Can we talk?"

"About?"

"Us..."

"Here we go again."

You rolled your eyes, already regretting your decision to come over.

"Don't do that, Y/N. Don't you know how bad this shit be tearing me up?"

You rolled your eyes again.

"I get it. Back then, I ain't know no better. I was twenty-two, just tryna be outside. I ain't mean to do all that at your expense."

"Mmhm. Right."

You barely looked at him.

"And I get it. I hurt you. I should've been way more serious about you. And I'm ready to be now, but you out here parading around that other basketball nigga and this shit got me fucked up."

"Who? Tyrese—"

The second the name left your mouth, you realized you'd fallen for the bait.

"Oh, so that's who it is?" Jordan sat forward. "You fucking my homeboy? You'll do anything to get under a nigga's skin. You evil, yo."

"Jordan, you literally flew girls out while I was home on winter break. Let's not play the evil game."

"That's different—"

"There we fucking go. Picking and choosing."

You laughed bitterly.

"You fucked me over, Jordan, so I moved on. I had no idea y'all were even close, so stop acting like somebody gives enough of a fuck about you to be vindictive anymore."

"Because everything you do is personal, Y/N. You do weird shit to piss me off even though it makes you look like a fucking groupie."

"When are you gonna realize I gave up on that gimmick a long ass time ago? I just don't care anymore. Just like everybody else in your life."

The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

Instant regret followed.

Jordan's expression dropped immediately.

"I just wanted to talk, bro." His voice cracked. "I don't even really care about the niggas. I don't care about your weird ass being vengeful. I just want you."

Silence settled between you.

"I can't want you?" he asked quietly.

You finally looked at him.

His eyes were glossy.

God, he looked awful.

"I get it. I hurt you and I'm sorry. And if that's not enough, that's okay. But you telling me you don't care anymore, Y/N? We really fucked up that bad?"

The anger that had been fueling you for the last few years suddenly felt exhausting.

You sat down beside him on the couch.

For the first time all night, neither of you spoke.

Jordan stared down at his hands while you stared at the bottle on the coffee table. The tension between you wasn't the same sharp, angry tension you'd carried through every argument. It felt heavier than that. Sadder.

Like two people mourning something that never had the chance to become what it was supposed to be.

"I would’ve made it better Y/N." Jordan finally said.

You didn't reply.

"I would've did it right if I got one more chance."

You swallowed hard.

Jordan let out a quiet laugh and shook his head.

"Crazy thing is, I don't even think you believe me."

And the truth was, you didn't know if you did.

Not because you thought he was lying.

But because somewhere along the way, believing him had become scarier than walking away. Believing him meant admitting that a part of you never really moved on. Besides what would one more chance do differently than the millions you’d already given him. What would change this time?

Jordan leaned back against the couch cushions, his eyes finding the ceiling before they drifted back toward you. "You know how many times I almost called you?" You scoffed softly. "You literally called me tonight." He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean Y/N. You know how many nights I sat here staring at your contact trying to figure out what to say?" You crossed your arms. "And what stopped you?" Jordan laughed bitterly. "Pride. The same shit that got me in this position in the first place."

"I don't know what you want me to say, Jordan." Your voice was quieter now, lacking the venom it had earlier. "You keep telling me this like this changes what happened." Jordan immediately sat up straighter. 

"I know it don't." 

"Then why are we having this conversation?" 

"Because you keep acting like none of this meant shit to you." His voice cracked slightly. "And I know that's a lie." 

You rolled your eyes. "I didn’t mean shit to you, I just moved how you moved Jordan."

 “Y/N bro if we didn’t mean shit to each other why would we spend 4 years even doing this? Is get back and revenge and games that serious?" He blinked

“I’m willing to admit I miss you and try again, how hardheaded do you have to be to not do the same?”

The room fell silent again. Jordan shook his head and rubbed at his jaw. "You think I don't know I fucked up? You think I don't replay every single conversation we ever had?" He laughed bitterly. "Every time you cried because of some dumb shit I did. Every time you asked me what we were. Every time you gave me another chance after I ain't deserve one." The lump in your throat grew. "I was selfish." You stayed quiet. "I kept thinking you'd always be there." That one hurt more than you wanted it to. Because he was right. For a long time, you had been there.

"You really hurt me." The words slipped out before you could stop them. Jordan's jaw tightened instantly. "I know." "No, I don't think you do." His eyes dropped. 

"You got to leave whenever things got hard. You got to go be outside and figure yourself out while I stayed behind trying to understand why I wasn't enough." Jordan opened his mouth but stopped himself. "I stayed and watched you choose everybody else over me." Your voice cracked despite your best efforts. "So excuse me if I don't know what to do with this whole apology tour."

Jordan stared at you for a long moment. "You were enough." 

You laughed immediately. 

"Please don't do that." 

"I'm serious." 

"No, because if I was enough we wouldn't be sitting here right now." 

Jordan shook his head. "That's not why." 

"Then why?" 

He sighed heavily and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Because I was immature. Because I had all this attention and money and people in my ear telling me I could have whatever I wanted." He finally looked at you. "Not because there was something wrong with you."

You hated how much you wanted to believe him. Hated how sincere he sounded. Hated how much younger he suddenly looked sitting there. Not the athlete. Not the celebrity. Not the guy everybody knew. Just Jordan. Just your Jordy. And somehow that realization pissed you off even more. "You practiced this in the shower huh?." Jordan laughed quietly. "Girl I’m just speaking from my heart?" 

"I like when you get all poetic and yearny Jordan" That made him smile. "So you like seeing my heart shattered."

Despite yourself, a small laugh escaped you too. Jordan immediately caught it. 

"I missed that pretty smile" 

"Don't start." 

"Nah, because you been mean as hell since you walked in here." 

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe because you called me at two in the morning talking about feelings." 

"You came didn’t you?" 

You shoved his shoulder lightly. "Jordan." His smile widened. "What?" 

"You're annoying." 

"You still want me though." You opened your mouth before immediately closing it again. Jordan's grin only grew. "Exactly."

You hated that he had a point. The worst part was he knew it too. The room felt different now. Lighter than before, but somehow more tense. The anger wasn't carrying the conversation anymore. Now it was just the two of you sitting close enough to notice things you shouldn't have been noticing. The way his eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. The way he kept looking away and then looking back. The way your heart betrayed you every time he smiled.

"Why you looking at me like that?" you finally asked.

 Jordan blinked. "Like what?"

 "You know exactly like what." His eyes traveled across your face for a second before he looked away. "Nah." 

"Liar." A low laugh escaped him. "You still know me too well." "Unfortunately." Another silence settled between you. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, it was actually comforting. Years of resentment,longing, and things left unsaid sitting between you on that couch. 

Jordan leaned back and exhaled slowly. "You know what's crazy?" You looked over at him. "What?" A faint smile tugged at his lips. "I ain’t even think you’d slide, I thought you were gonna hang up" That made you laugh. "I shole did that last time” "Exactly, evil like I said." He rolled his eyes. "What if I was on my last straw?" You laughed harder this time and shook your head. Jordan just stared at you as the sound filled the room. For the first time in months neither of you were arguing or defending yourselves. You all were just there. Together. The way you used to be. The way you hadn't been in a very long time. And maybe that was what scared you the most. Because sitting next to him like this suddenly felt easy. Like no time had passed at all.

“You still so gorgeous Y/N, even in the hello kitty pajamas”

“Thank you” you playfully rolled your eyes “I remember when you bought them”

“I remember when I took them off of you” he mumbled the liquor he took to the head prior to your arrival hitting him finally. “And you had that pink set on underneath” he reminisced as your cheeks heated up. You couldn’t help the wet spot forming in your panties as his hand caressed your thighs. Liquor turned Jordan into an insatiable being, but you couldn’t act like you didn’t like his boldness. 

“You be doing that type of shit for that nigga?” He said gripping and groping your breasts, your nipples hardening as the cold air in the room cooled your now hot body. “You get nasty for him like you do me?”

“No…” you admitted lowly, turning your face away from him.

“That’s what I thought” he mumbled lifting your shirt up “take this off honey” 

“Jordan—“ you said, coming to the realization that you did indeed have a man at home. Jordan made your head so fuzzy everything went out the window with him. “What mama? Cmon take it off” he said helping you lift it above your head and off your body. Your breasts fully exposed to the cold air as he took his shirt off too. “Mm you look so good, so fucking sexy for me” he planted kisses up and down your torso as his body made contact with yours.

His warm skin pressing against yours comforted you to say the least. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t exactly where you wanted to be and more. You missed laying skin to skin with jordan, cooking breakfast for him butt naked before he left for practice, him coming to your college volleyball games and doing a terrible job at being inconspicuous.

You missed jordan. 

So of course you melted right into him, as he nibbled and licked and kissed all over your body. Seeming as if he was making up for loss time, making sure no where he could see was unkissed. He got up leaving you on the couch, he quickly slid off your panties and pajama pants in one motion discarding them else where in his living room. He gon on his knees letting your lower body hang off the couch as he put his face in between your legs.

“It still taste as good as I remember?”

“You wanna find out?”

Jordan smirked as he dove into your soaking core, his tongue licking a slow stripe up your clit making you shiver. “Missed you so much” you gasped out “needed this so bad.” You grabbed his small fro and pushed his head deeper a bit as his licks sped up, sucking on your clit every so often. The moans you were eliciting filled the room, reminding you of all the times he’s eaten you out on this same exact couch.

“This pussy still taste so good” he hummed, slipping a finger inside, his long digits hitting all the right spots. “It’s still mine y/n?” He asked raising a brow. You didn’t even want to begin to answer that. “Is it?” He sped up, turning your brain into mush, even if you wanted to answer you couldn’t. “Mmhm” you quickly answered feeling your orgasm approach. 

Jordan quickly took out his fingers with a smile and stood up, his boxers pulled slightly down as he aligned himself up with your core. “You ready?” He asked, waiting for your nod as he put his you-soaked digits into your mouth slowly pushing in and out as he slid his dick inside of you. His eyes rolled in bliss as he met your heavenly walls once again, swearing that you’d only gotten tighter since you alls last encounter.

“Damn Y/N” he mumbled lost in your body, it’d been too long since he had some of you. Once he was in completely, he stayed there for a moment letting you feel the twitches of his dick inside you. “You feel that? You see what you do to me?” He asked thrusting in and out of you now, his thumb rubbing at your clit. You nodded, not even realizing how much you missed the way Jordan fucked you. The way he knew your body inside and out. He was such an intuitive lover.

“It feels so good baby—“ you breathed out grabbing onto his arm, digging your nails into his bicep. “Mm you know I like that shit baby, grip me harder it’s okay” he cooed as he roughly hit your gspot everytime, his head thrown back in pleasure. “You really tryna give this good ass pussy away” jordan breathed out “My good ass pussy away” 

“I’m not…” you mewled, trying not to get overwhelmed from all the pleasure, your orgasm building once again.

 “Then why you with that nigga huh? You gon leave him?” He asked slamming into you, your juices flying out as he did.

“Yes daddy!” You nearly screamed

“Good girl, stop giving my shit away okay?” He groaned as you continued squirting, making a mess all on his couch.

“I promise I won’t—“ you gasped as his thrusts got faster and faster, his own orgasm approaching quickly. “Can I?” He said looking down at you “I just missed you s-so much please Y/N.” You nodded wanting to feel him filling you up the brim. 

Jordan leaned down, kissing your neck softly as he came deep inside of you. Both of you all high off each other’s presence to care about anything else. He pulled out of you shortly after that, staring at your naked body in awe. “I missed you so bad. Fuck, Y/N” he sighed, grabbing something to clean you up. “Why does it have to sound like an inconvenience Jordan?” You giggled.

“Cause ion want this to be over, for you to go back to that nigga and us to be bad again”

“…it doesn’t have to be bad again” you shrugged “I think I’m over it now”

“Dick was that good?”

“Don’t push it”

on a real note, moses we love you, that looked horrible but we love you.

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