𝐊-𝐈-𝐒𝐒-𝐈-𝐍-𝐆 - Chapter 24: Chapter 24

You brought the half smoked blunt up to your lips, taking a long pull as you moved your head to the beat that was blasting through the studio speakers.
Nas asked you to come through to the studio to hang out, while he and his brother's rap group 'Bravehearts' recorded their latest single 'Oochie Wally'.
You and Nas were not a couple. You just had a little fun with him every now and then whenever he was in town, while at the same time getting the perks of being a celebrity's 'friend with benefits'.
You first met Nas at a club hosting he had in your city about a year and a half ago. You quickly caught his attention, spending the whole night in VIP with him and his boys. He brought you back to his hotel room and after fucking till the sun came up, you exchanged numbers and have been in contact ever since.
"I think I got this verse yo." Jungle announced to everyone. He was the only one who still needed to record his part.
"Let's hear it." Nas said before drinking some Hennessy straight out the bottle.
You all waited for Jungle to catch the beat to begin. He spun his chair around to face everyone, his eyes briefly landing on you. You sent him a little smirk and a wink, making him shake his head and look away from you as he began rapping.
"Little young thing go around my dick with ya tongue ring. Deep throat my nine inch. Gut from the front and grind from the side, and fuck from behind and.. grab her hair, slap her ass. She screamin' like she dyin'..."
Everyone in the studio was definitely feeling Jungle's verse as they hyped him up. He recited the rest before the producer restarted the music again for him to finally record his lyrics.
You felt the studio couch sink beside you, looking over and seeing a drunk Nas. "You good, shorty?" He asked as he rested his arm behind you.
You nodded before glancing back at his brother in the booth. "I didn't know Jungle could rap. You been teaching him?"
Nas smiled like a proud father. "Of course I been teaching him. Who else he gonna learn to rhyme like that from?"
"Makes sense." You snickered. "His verse is better than yours too."
Nas' smile slowly faded, replacing it with a mug as he looked back at you. "You know that's a lie."
You shrugged and remained silent, letting Nas believe whatever he wanted.
After Jungle's part was completed, they started piecing the whole track together. Everything was starting to sound great and it was evident that this was going to be a hit in the clubs.
It was going on one in the morning and the session was being wrapped up. You and Nas walked out of the building hand in hand as you both approached his car. When you got in, you searched your purse for your cellphone, wanting to let your best friend and roommate know that you were on your way home.
"I can't find my phone." You stated as you continued rummaging through your bag. You smacked your lips telling Nas that you'll be right back, heading back inside the studio.
As you rushed back in, you noticed Jungle still sitting there by himself listening to the freshly recorded song.
"You not going home?" You questioned and began searching for your device, startling him as he looked up from the soundboard and directly at you.
"Not yet. Just wanna make sure this sound right. What you lookin' for?" He furrowed his eyebrows while you looked through the mess that was left behind everywhere.
You suddenly found your phone in between the couch cushions and smiled, holding it up to show him. "Found it."
He slowly nodded and turned back to the soundboard. You caught yourself biting down on your lip as you watched him bobbing his head to the music. You walked up behind him, gently placing your hands on both of his shoulders, sliding them down forward his clothed chest.
"Why are you acting so shy around me all of a sudden?" A devilish grin appeared across your lips.
Jungle lightly sighed, suddenly growing nervous under your touch. "I'm not, I'm just busy." He half lied.
This specific song was his baby. He chose the beat and wrote the hook. He really did want to make sure it was perfect. But he was mainly trying to avoid you because he didn't want things to go further beyond what the two of you have already done since you were already fucking with his brother.
"Oh please, Jabari. It was just one little kiss. You don't have to start getting all distant around me." You dry chuckled, slowly spinning his chair around to face you.
You sat down on his lap, causing him to breathe out softly. "Y/N, you gotta chill—"
"Was your verse about me?" You cut him off.
Jungle glared at you momentarily before a small side grin fell upon his face. "You inspired the first few lines."
You did in fact have a tongue ring just like he said in the song, and he always wondered how it would be like to have your mouth covering his dick.
Jungle thought you were baddest woman in the world. He was there at the club the same night you met Nas and if it were up to him, he would've talked to you first. But with Nas being the more famous brother and girls naturally just throwing themselves at him, Jungle let you two do your thing.
Until last week when you found out they were back in your city. There was a huge celebrity pool party they invited you to where you and Jungle spent most of the time drinking and smoking together, which led to an intense make out session that left you wanting more from him.
You've never engaged in such an intoxicating kiss, not even with Nas.
"So is that what you want?" You spoke lowly and seductively in his ear. "For me to deep throat that shit?" You cited his lyrics.
Jungle licked his lips, feeling himself grow hard underneath you. "You better get up off me. Isn't Nas waitin' for you?" He huskily questioned back, rubbing on your thigh as his hand trailed up your skirt.
You moaned quietly, leaving wet kisses on his neck. "Let him wait." You whispered against his skin before gently pushing his hand away and standing up.
You dropped down to your knees in between his legs. Jungle assisted you, undoing his pants and pulling out his long, stiff manhood. You became weak at the sight. You were certain he had a big one, he always gave big dick energy. You couldn't wait to taste him.
"Come take this shit, baby." He said biting his lip, softly bringing your head in.
You held him and licked the tip which instantly sent him into a frenzy as he felt your tongue ring circling around the pre cum pouring out.
Without wasting anymore time, you took his entire dick into your mouth, letting it hit the back of your throat as you sucked him just the way he imagined you to.
"Shit.. Y/N.." Jungle pushed your head further down, causing you to choke and gag but you got it together real quick and continued taking him like a pro.
You brought one hand down underneath your skirt, pleasuring yourself. You hummed while still bobbing your head up and down his shaft.
He watched you playing with your clit, eagerly making him want to replace your fingers with his dick as he listened to how wet you were.
"I know that pussy tight as fuck. Want me to fuck you, ma? That what you want?" He groaned as you sucked him faster. "Sh-shit!" He held the back of your head as he felt his nut coming.
Your phone started to ring but of course you both ignored it. You knew it was Nas calling since you were gone for a minute.
"I want you to swallow this shit, you hear me?" Jungle calmly demanded as you moaned in response. Within a few second, Jungle's warm liquid swam down your throat.
"Damn, ma." He glared at you lustfully with hooded eyes as you smiled up at him.
"Yo! What the fuck is y'all doin'?!" Nas stormed into the studio.
Neither you or Jungle were phased by him popping up or his reaction. Jungle just chuckled as he stood up and fixed himself up while you readjusted your skirt.
"Y'all smilin' and laughin' like I made a joke. I been sittin' out there waitin' for you, and this what you doin'? So what, you fuckin' Wiz and Nashawn too? Horse's fat ass also?!" Nas ranted, name dropping the rest of the Braveheart boys.
"No." You rolled your eyes and folded your arms as he stood right in front of you. "And for your information, me and Jungle didn't fuck. Why do you care anyway? I'm not your girl."
Jungle grabbed all of his belongings and walked past the two of you, cackling on his way out. "Don't blow a vessel bro."
Nas ignored him, with his focus still remaining on you as you stared back at him getting hypnotized by his gaze. You were still wet and in need of a fix. Since Jungle was now gone, Nas was just gonna have to give it to you.
You smirked, breaking eye contact with him as you walked over to the couch, removing your skirt in the process. You had no panties on this whole time, making it simple for easy access.
Nas just stared at you, not knowing what to do. You really wanted to be treated like a hoe tonight and it shocked him to say the least.
He had no idea about the kiss that happened between you and his brother, so this surprise rendezvous was completely random to him.
"Well don't just stare, Nas. Come here." You eyed him with sex glowing in your orbs.
His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, glancing down at your glistening pussy as your legs spread open. He approached you, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers.
He got on top of you and lined himself up with your wet middle as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Sliding his dick inside, moans fell from both of your lips. He thrusted slowly but picked up the pace as soon as he got adjusted to your tight walls.
"Ughhhh fuck! Feels so good.. yes Nas!" You cried loudly as he continuously rammed himself in you.
"This shit is mine. Hear what I'm sayin', baby? Don't be givin' this out to nobody." Nas softly stated in your ear.
"Yess Nasir." You replied cutely as your eyes rolled back into your head. Nas could feel your walls clench around him which meant you were about to cum.
He bussed just seconds after you without pulling out. You were glad you were on birth control because being a rapper's baby mother was not part of your plan no time soon. But having both of the Jones brothers now wrapped around your finger, definitely was.