Celebrity Imagines

Lessons

Y/N P.O.V

"I'm fucking sick of this bullshit, Jaquees!" I said throwing the glass cup to the kitchen wall beside him.

We're arguing, again. It's been happening more often lately, but this time I'm really upset because I heard from my best friend Be Be that he was coming out of some hoe's house the other night. I know he's been around the trick before. I've asked him about her, but he told me there wasn't anything going on. Now that I know where he was the other night, I have reason to believe otherwise.

"I told you I'm not fucking her!" he retaliated.

"Yes you are! If you ain't fucking the bitch, why the hell were you at her house?!"

"So what I can't have female friends or something? What you don't trust me?!"

"I never said that! Don't try to flip the the script on me motherfucker!" I yelled.

"What I told you about talking to me like that?" he asked pointing a finger a in my face.

"I don't give a damn what you told me, you bitch ass! Wh-"

"Call me another bitch and see what I do to you." he said in a low tone. This time he got in my face.

"Bitch. Bitch. Bi-" he cut me off by gripping my arms and pushing me against the wall. He pushed himself against me, sandwiching me between him and the cold wall.

"Get off of me." I said trying to push him off.

"Nah, you wanted to act like little Billy Badass. Imma teach you a lesson." He slowly pushed my arms above my head and held both of them with one hand.

"What you gon' do?" I tested.

He looked at me long and hard and then he kissed me. The kiss was rough and deep. I kissed back just as he did although in the back of my mind I was still thinking about the fact that he hasn't explained what he was doing with that chick the other night. However, I couldn't help it. I just melted into the kiss as it heated up.

I then felt his other hand move to the front of my pants. He unbuttoned my shorts and snaked his hand into my panties and rubbed my heat. I moaned at the sensation and his lips moved to my jawline and neck.

I writhed and twisted within his grasp. I needed to touch him. Part of me wanted to cuss him out for still being dishonest. But I need him, bad. His fingers moved passed my lips and he entered a finger inside me, making me gasp and throw my head back. He kept pumping in and out of me. I ground against his fingers as my high crept upon me. I moaned deep in pleasure.

"Don't stop, baby." I moaned. He started placing soft love bites across my neck and collarbone.

"What's that shit you was talking?" he growled in my ear.

"I'm sorry." I groaned.

"I can't hear you. What you supposed to call me, huh?" he growled again.

"Da-Daddy, oh shit. I'm gonna-" I exasperated.

Right before I climaxed, he pulled his fingers out of me. I opened my eyes and gave him the death glare.

"What the fuck Jacq?!" I whined.

"You shouldn't have called me bitch." he smirked at me evilly, finally letting go of my hands. Then he walked away. I slumped against the wall in defeat.