ཾ. ·˚ ༘ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . ➶°⁂🎤
𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 -ˋˏ 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑤 ˎˊ-

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋʏᴏᴜ!
just a real quick thankyou for 200k!
i really love y'all endless and enjoy
this little bonus chapterrrrr (ion like
it too much tho so i might just give
y'all the proposal but for now here's
a lil sum sum). thanks again beautiful
people. i really do love you guys <4

jack always did this thing when he wanted a favour from his fiancée. he acted clingier than usual, being on her body real hard, telling her how amazing she is.

"you so smart, too, baby. and y'know what smart women deserve? balmain. you want another dress?" he asks micaiah with a toothy grin on his face. his hands were linked together and around her waist as he tries to stop her from getting stuff out to make food for the pair of them.

"papi, me gustaría hacer comida para los dos. ¿por qué me molestas?" she mumbles as she turns to face him, her hands going to his arms.
papi, i'd like to make food for the both of us. why do you bother me?

he shrugs. "i need your help wit' somethin' is all." this makes her eyes roll. sweetly, she pecks his lips. "i'd expect you to be more open to askin' me shit now. since you put this shit on my finger," she flashes her engagement ring then stares at it again.

"mm. look pretty as fuck on your finger, too. but to what i was gon' ask you. the luv is dro record? we're shooting a video for it and i want you... to be in it," he offers. her eyes light up.

"baby, i'd love to! oh my god, am i boutta be your lil' video vixen or whateva?" she asks excitedly. "you're boutta be a distraction is what you're boutta be. i'll forget it's all a video too quickly," he mutters before digging his face into her neck, biting on her skin playfully.

she yelps then bursts into laughter as she feels her body lift, his arms securing around her torso to spin her around a little. he puts her down but as she goes to walk back into the kitchen, he blocks her pathway.

"jack, i need to cook."

"i know. i wanna help you. i wanna learn how to make curry goat," he smiles. she scoffs in his face which makes him immediately frown. "you'll put no spice in that bitch 'cause you pussy and don't like me seein' your tomato lookin' face. you know i like my stuff hot. now let me pass, please, boy. stop rampin'."

she pushes him away to get her stuff out of the cabinets. instead of letting her do her thing, he continued to annoy her. hugging her from behind and taking the vegetables she was cutting up to flick away from the chopping board.

"ay! remember i'm the one wit' the knife in my hand? this bwoy sick inna im head. rasshole." she mumbles under her breath.

"you ain't cuss me out in patois in a while... i ever tell you how sexy you sound?" he starts to kiss on her forearms and also her neck. eventually, getting annoyed, she shrugs him off.

"you keep annoyin' me, i'mma make that video the least enjoyable experience for you. i'm bein' so serious," she threatens, getting rid of whatever playful tone she had.

"ouuu! sHe's bOuTtA mAkE iT uNeNjOyAbLe fOr mE! ouuuu, wow!" jack waves his hands around while putting on his mock scared voice on. she gasps loudly, turning to look him up and down as he leaves the room.

"really? wow, okay. he waan tek mi fuh eediat? hmm? we'll see... we'll see," she mutters to herself as she goes back to her cooking.

➶

"he is gonna fucking flip," elisandra expresses while taking in micaiah's outfit once again. that was exactly what the fit was put together for if micaiah was being fully honest with herself.

she had on daisy dukes, along with a matching top that was a little tighter around the bust. her hair was long wavy with two bunches at the front with big (but cute) baby blue ribbons. on her feet were some air forces and an ankle bracelet around her left one and especially because it was a music video for jack, she wore the private garden ring gifted to her.

"the bows are a bit much, don't you think?" micaiah asks. "i think you look hot. now, c'mon! there's the set," she grabs her hand and they hurry over there. it honestly felt like she was dragging her to a house party like it used to be when they were first friends.

naturally, the first thing jack did when he saw micaiah was choke on his own spit. then, everything bryson was saying was going in one ear and out the other. "hey, y'all," elisandra draws out playfully before going to kiss her boyfriend, urban.

"jesus. you tryna kill me?" jack mumbles in micaiah's ear. "maybe." she teases then approaches bryson to greet him. as he watches her greet people and shake hands, he started to get a little nervous. the man was already bad at behaving when it came to this girl but now that she was looking this good, he knew it was a wrap.

"alright!" the video director, imani, claps her hands together. "jack... i'mma need you in a lil' secluded area in the middle of the party so come sit right here for me..." she trails off as she grabs his shoulders and moves him to his seat.

( random ass name for
the director but just know
she's a bw bc why not
lol anne e. waise )

"then... where's the missus? ah, there she is! and she looks good!" imani exclaims, snapping her fingers as micaiah gives a little model walk over to where she wanted her.

"i know dat's right. mkay, so you're just gonna whine on him for me. now you're jamaican, so i mean—"

"you've got this!"
"i got this!"

everyone laughs at them saying it simultaneously before micaiah situates herself. they had the song playing so micaiah easily caught a rhythm. her hips gyrate slowly on his crotch and even though she heard imani shout "action!", it felt like background noise.

if jack was feeling a way about before, he definitely was now. micaiah whined on him while holding his neck, concentrated on the way her body moved less than him. she ticked her hips along with the beat, or even how jack sung some of the lyrics.

imani called cut even though micaiah wasn't done playing with jack's dick's feelings yet. even though what she didn't know was she was gonna do alot more of it.

"okay, y'all, that was really good. i don't even think we need another take; the chemistry was oozing out of the both of y'all. jack... you look a lil' flustered there, my man. everythin' good?" she asks and there's nothing but silence as jack was simply eyeing micaiah up and down continuously.

"this dude..." urban mumbles as he laughs out loud, burying his head in elisandra's shoulder. "he stunned. welp, them yardie waistlines ain't for the weak! whining be a sport!" imani says and micaiah clicks her fingers in agreement.

"okay... i'mma need more shots of the party and stuff before we film bryson's scenes..."

once it was a wrap, micaiah goes to get up but jack pulls her straight back down. "what, so now i'on exist to you?"

"jackman, what i tell you? i told you the other day to not play wit' me right?" she innocently bats her eyelashes making him frown at her. "yeah yeah, make that dumb lil' face all you want to. you started this shit- no! don't kiss me; i ain't your friend right now," micaiah sticks her head out of the way.

"that whining shit be the death of me, carina. you know that already. now i can't stop thinkin' bout how good i fucked you on that couch just like the one opposite us right now."

his hand holds her neck, giving it a squeeze to it as he kissed on her earlobe. although his hands were getting too touchy-feely for the fact they were in public, she knew to push away and not them him carry on. but if it wasn't for imani calling them over to film the next scene, she might've slipped up.

she told them their characters move things over to the bedroom, which had micaiah smirking like a little kid. she turns around fully, making him pull himself up from his seat.

"how ya blue balls feelin'?" she teases him. getting closer, his tall frame cranes over her body, challenging her. "you need to watch your mouth 'round me, baby."

"ouuuu, i nEeDa WaTcH mY mOuTh! wow!" she flairs her arms around just like he did as she walks onto the next set.

"this may not be too awkward considering y'all were so comfortable with that last scene. jack, i'mma need you to lay down right here," imani points at the bed and he does as told, "them micaiah, i literally need you to just be grinding on him."

micaiah didn't have to be told twice. she straddles him, making jack sit up for what was gonna happen. imani notices the surge of tension that comes in the room and shouts action without giving them any more instructions.

micaiah's hips grind against jack as his verse from the song plays in the background. one thing she made sure to do was maintain eye contact with him the whole time since she knew he liked it.

the only thing that made her lose control was when he started to move his hips too, matching her rhythm. jack knew he had to have that upper hand, so he began to touch up on her. the smirk already on his face grows a little when he spots the goosebumps form on her stomach where he just touched.

being strict about it, she moves his hands. keeping them there, she catches him off guard and slows down. making him visibly tense up, trying to get closer to her face and maybe snatch a kiss. but she grabs his chin, lifting up and away from her face.

"ouuu, we'll end it right there! cut! good job, guys. i'm just thinking the tension seemed a lil' off on that one, though. we might have to do another take. y'all down?" imani looks at them both, who were both in the little bubble.

"yeah... imani, could you give us a lil' break? like, ten minutes tops?" he asks with a dumb grin on his face, "my fault just- lotta tension i gotta get rid of here, like you said," he grins.

nodding slowly, imani just agrees and the camera crew follows up. even though she knew damn well what was about to go off. she was just thanking god the music in the other rooms was loud.once they were gone, jack kicks his shoes off and seats micaiah up on his lap properly.

at this point, micaiah had shut all the way up. slowly, he places his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately. without even thinking, she moans in his mouth once she feels him rocking her hips again.

he chuckles, muttering against her mouth, "i thought you was tryna tease me and shit, baby," he pulls away from her all the way, making her whine, "go 'head, tease me."

she sighs dramatically, kicking off her own shoes too. "ten minutes, right? i'll still be mad at you after these ten minutes..." she trails off, forgetting what she was talking about as the kisses he placed on her neck get lower and lower.

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