in which symere gets jealous of jordan ways.
based on a request and nobody's business by rihanna and chr*s br*wn.
this was a request!
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"jordan please!" symere pleaded, scratching along his back as jordan pounded into them.
jordan got more aroused at the sounds, love hearing them call and cry for him. that's one trait he liked about symere, unlike his wannabe girlfriend amethyst.
this whole situation been going on for around two years actually. they both decided they can keep it friends with benefits and see each other whenever they can.
symere liked it as it was only just a step closer to get closer to jordan. they acted like a couple really. cooking together, watching movies, painting together—everything. it filled symere's heart as they were lonely and depressed for awhile.
"symere stop clenching on my dick...i'm about to bust fuck..." jordan moaned, pulling out as he accidentally nutted inside. too late.
"damn.." he panted, letting the rest of his nut shoot out on their thighs.
symere fell back on the bed, trying to catch their breath as they felt the bed dip for a moment.
that probably the best sex they both had in awhile as they didn't see each other for little over a month.
"you okay?" jordan picked their small body up, sitting them on the toilet seat.
"i missed you." they admitted, taking the rag from jordan. symere started wiping the white substance off before throwing the rag in the sink.
"i did also, been so busy..." jordan whispered, turning the knob for the hot water.
"i know, i know couldn't bother you either when so."
"i told you if you need anything, call or shoot a text sy." he brushed their face.
"i know but i don't wanna nuisance to you."
"symere we already talked about this," he pecked their cheek, "i know your still feeling that loneliness and feel like is nobody in your corner but i am. always."
"even when you still in a relationship with another person?" symere whispered, both parties going quiet.
symere got him good. he hit him where it hurts the most.
jordan just stands there, trying to find his words that he wants to say. he knew still being with amethyst is taking a toll on symere and it's not friends with benefits anymore.
"symere i'm sorry. i know you're hurting and develop feelings within this. i did too after awhile..." he sighed, placing the bubbles in the bathtub, "but i've decided to break up with her when i was back in atlanta."
"what?" symere gasped, staring deeply in his soul as they didn't think he was going to for real do it.
"i did it for you. i admit my wrongs to her." jordan picked them up again, placing them gently in the huge tub before getting in.
symere sighed at the hot water, feeling their muscles being relaxed.
"jordan you didn't need to go all out for me. i was fine having just as a friend." they whispered, "i don't want you ruin your reputation because of me. they already call me gay and shit."
"i went all out because i love you sy. i want to share my world with you. besides, it's nobody's business to know what we have going on. it's our privacy." he placed a soft kiss on their forehead, tracing over their tattoos they got over the years.
jordan favorite one is the dragon tattoo on their back. he was there when they passed out while getting the tattoo. just holding his hand in private the whole time.
"you love me?" symere's voice started cracking, slightly turning around it get confirmation. they needed to know if it's real.
"been loving you since we met." he whispered, making their foreheads connect.
symere let a tear out, just smiling at the fact they not alone.
"i know you felt alone for years, but i'm here now. always been by your side."
"promise?"
"i promise my love," he traced one of their face tattoos.
part two?
