Rapper Smut (REQUESTS OPEN)

GOODBYE FOR NOW - XXXtentacion

Rapper: XXXtentacion (Jahseh Onfroy)
Character: Y/N (Fem!Reader)

"I honestly can't believe this," You sighed in defeat, realizing Jahseh would be going back to jail in a weeks time. "There is no reason you should have been charged! There wasn't even enough evidence—"

"Baby," Jahseh cut you off, placing his pointer finger over your lips. "Let me just enjoy the last couple nights I got with you before I have to go back."

You stuck by X through thick and thin. Your relationship with him hasn't been very long, but your friendship has existed for around ten years.

When he got with Gonorrhea—(I mean) Geneva, there was some heartbreak that you never realized you could have felt. Throughout the whole time you had been friends with X, there were underlying feelings that you never truly addressed in fear of losing your amazing companionship with him.

Things didn't end alright with his ex-girlfriend, though. She had a vendetta against him, and unfortunately that's not something Jahseh had really planned for.

You'd known there might have been some possibility he would end up back in jail or prison, considering he's been in and out of the system for a ridiculous amount of time, but when he finally came to you and told you he loved you, that was the furthest thing from your mind.

Now you're ten months deep into your relationship, and he's about to be torn away from you. Except this time, it will hurt like never before.

"Listen, babygirl. Don't overthink it, I'll be back before you know it."

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill out and fall down your face. "How can I calm down, Jah? I-I just got you, and now you're leaving a-again." Your voice cracked several times, showing the deep emotion you felt for him.

"You can still see me, this isn't goodbye forever. We can call, write letters, visit.. You can send me some titty pictures through the mail." He joked, with a wink and you slapped him playfully.

"I don't think that's allowed Mr. Onfroy." Now standing with your hands on your hips, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Don't do that—You know what happens when you do that." Jahseh warned. You knew exactly what you were doing.

"What do you mean?" You purred. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Turning around, you went to go take a seat on the bed you both shared; making sure to lean over a bit to give him a view of your cleavage.

"Now you just playin' with me. Y/N.."

"What?" You questioned in a clueless voice, frustrating him even more. Gliding your hands up your body, you stopped at your hair and began playing with a loose strand; twirling it around your finger.

"I wanted the last few times we had sex to be like, romantic and shit. I can't be romantic if you keep givin' me the 'fuck me 'till I can't walk' eyes."

"If that's what you want." Slowly bringing your hands down, you laced your fingers on both hands together, dropping them in your lap. Not only had you ended the little game you were playing, but you were getting off on the fact that he would break soon. He couldn't resist.

As he stood up and you stayed still on the bed, you both maintained eye contact that would otherwise be awkward in a normal situation. Jahseh repeated your previous stance, putting his hands on his hips as well.

He wore a simple black hoodie with nothing on the front, nor the back. Metallic grey gym shorts hung on his waist, and you could see the outline of him. What you were doing was working, he was getting excited.