*you’re coupled up with Caleb in the villa and these are some of the videos you take together
masterlist , taglist
༘⋆ You began recording, walking up to Caleb who was sitting at the counter chatting with other islanders, "Ooouuhhh, look at my sexy man in his cowboy hat!" Caleb turns to you right away, his cheeks now turning pink from the sudden affection.
༘⋆ You and melanie stood in front of the phone camera showing off your outfit for the night, Caleb watches as he waits for your turn to show what you're wearing, as soon as you step into frame he launches at you picking you up over his shoulder. "Caleb! I'm trying to show off my outfit!" you yell, swinging your legs.
༘⋆ Caleb had his head buried in the crook of your neck you sneakily lift the phone up and press record, "Seems like someone didn't get much sleep last night." You tease, "mmm" he hums against your neck. "Maybe I should sleep in soul ties so you aren't so distracted when you try and fall asleep" you joke, he immediately picks his head up noticing the phone held in front of him, he pushes the phone down, causing you to end the video.
༘⋆ Caleb was showing off what he made you for breakfast, "We got eggs, pancakes, and some fruit. Let's go see what the queen thinks of this" He walks up the stairs with the food in hand, he places the plate in front of you and salutes to you, "What are you doing" you ask, looking at the camera embarrassed, "Making sure my food is good enough for the ruler." He teases, you push his shoulder lightly before kissing him and thanking him for the food.
༘⋆ You watched as Caleb munched on the snack you had made him, "Is it good?!" you ask, sticking the camera in his face. He freezes in his tracks, mouth full and pushes the phone down.
༘⋆ The two of you were seated in soul ties, you had just gotten done sharing a kiss, you whip your phone out capturing him with your lip color smeared around his lips, "Wow that color suits you very really" you tease, "Huh?" He replies before wiping his lips and seeing the color transfer on the back of his hand, "Delete that!" he yells, covering the camera.
༘⋆ You and Trinity were sitting on the couch as Bryce and Caleb came up to you, camera in hand, "Do you think they're talking about us?" He asks in a loud whisper, the both of you roll your eyes, "That or they're talking about how amazing we are in bed" Caleb adds, the both of them launch themselves onto the couch you were sitting on, the two of you try to push them away, "You're so annoying!" Trinity says, waving her arms.
༘⋆ Kc filmed you and Caleb as you walked up to Caleb mid workout doing pushups, you sat on Calebs back as he continued, your legs and arms crossed with a sassy look on your face, he didn't stop until you got off.
༘⋆ You and Trinity laid on the tanning chairs, eyes closed soaking every bit of the sun into your skin, Bryce and Caleb sneak up on you, they splash a bit of water on your legs, startling the both of you. The two of you jump out of your seats as chase after them, the boys both screaming and laughing as you attempt to catch them.
༘⋆ “look at you, all gross and sweaty” you say as Caleb comes over to you after working out, immediately after you speak he runs over and smothers you with kisses “EW CALEB YOU’RE SO SWEATY!!!” you yell, trying to push him off you.
༘⋆ You had just gotten done getting ready for the night Caleb stood at the bottom of the stairs you walk down as he holds the phone up, “Wow, look at my sexy lady.” he says, holding his hand out to help you down.
༘⋆ It was raining in the villa that day, Caleb gets Kc to film a video as you sit on the counter, “Stand up” Caleb says, holding his hand out to help you up, “Why?” you ask with a nervous chuckle. “I want a hug” he answers. You get up and hug him tight a round the neck, he lifts you off the floor and runs you into the rain, you swing your legs in the air, “Caleb! Put me down” you say laughing.
a/n: i’ve been seeing people doing this lately i thought it was cute
╰ Synopsis You loved ending long villa days wrapped in Caleb’s arms. After sweet kisses turned passionate, you two found yourselves somewhere for the first time in the villa. The next morning the girls tease you about what happened last night.
tags/contains Caleb McDaniel x fem!reader. Fluff, smut, 18+, NSFW, fingering, lots of kissing, teasing, porn without plot(?), use of y/n, pet names used, 1.6k words, requested 2.
➺ from Sera, to you📨. I already miss him on my screen 😭😔 also the next fic I might do from requests is angst, bec I’m hungry for some angst.
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If there was one thing you loved after a long day in the villa, it was getting into bed with Caleb. In fact, it was easily your favorite part of every single day.
No matter how much fun you had, nothing ever compared to the moment the lights went off. There was just something comforting about ending the day together.
Sometimes you’d lie there talking for what felt like hours, replaying everything that had happened that day until one of you drifted off. Other nights, a sleepy smile, fingers intertwined beneath the duvet, gentle forehead kisses, or a kiss goodnight were enough to remind you how lucky you were.
Tonight, you took your time getting ready for bed. The dressing room was buzzing with the girls’ chatter as you sat in front of your mirror, carefully curling your lashes.
You slipped into your soft pink and white striped top paired with the matching shorts. With one last glance in the mirror, you told the girls you’re heading to the bedroom and padded barefoot to the shared bedroom.
A few of the guys were lounging against the headboards and talking while they waited for their own girls. Caleb was among them, arms crossed casually over his chest, smile on his face as he listened to one of the boys.
You climbed into your shared bed, pulling the covers over your legs, and Caleb turned fully toward you when he noticed you. “Finally. Took you long enough.” He teased.
You laughed quietly, settling beside him. “Sorry, I wasn’t rushing tonight.”
When the lights finally turned off, you two talked in whispers for the next half hour. You replayed moments from today, laughing quietly whenever Caleb said something funny. Eventually, his hand found yours under the covers, thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. “You know, I think I feel really close to you. Even closer than I’ve felt with anyone in here. I don’t think it feels right to explore anyone else anymore..”
Your heart fluttered. You moved closer, resting your forearms over his chest, as you rested your chin on your arms. You draped one leg comfortably over his, tangling together under the sheets. “I feel the same.” You whispered back, smiling into the dark. “I don’t want anyone else either.”
Caleb’s arm wrapped around your waist, as he gently pulled you higher up against his body. Your forearms pressed firmer into his chest for balance, and suddenly his lips met yours in the dark. You smiled into the kiss, warmth blooming in your chest, and you felt the familiar curve of his mouth.
He tilted his head slightly, capturing your lips again with more intent. His free hand continued tracing lazy patterns along your back, fingertips slipping just beneath the hem of your top. The cool touch of his skin against your warm back made you yelp softly into his mouth.
Caleb chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Sorry, baby.” He whispered against your lips, though he didn’t sound sorry at all. He pulled you flush right against him, eliminating any space between your bodies, his hand now splayed warmly across your lower back under the fabric.
The kiss deepened, he pushed his tongue forward gently, asking for entrance, and you gladly opened for him. Your tongues met and danced together in a intimate rhythm.
The taste of him was addictive, it was familiar from daytime kisses but it is so much better like this, tangled under the covers with no one watching.
You pulled back just enough to lick along his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue. Caleb’s breath hitched. Encouraged, you leaned in again, sucking gently on his lower lip before kissing him fully once more. He responded with a groan, his hand pressing you even closer as if he couldn’t get enough.
Caleb eventually slowed the kisses, pressing a few softer ones to the corner of your mouth. “Turn on your back for me?” he asked softly.
You nodded, and he lifted his arm, draping it across the pillow beside him like an invitation. You shifted obediently, settling onto his forearm so your head rested comfortably in the crook of his arm. He continued pressing sweet kisses to your cheek.
His free hand slid down to your waist, rubbing soothing circles over the fabric of your top. His fingers drifted lower, brushing over the tied waistband of your shorts. He toyed with the little bow for a few seconds, tracing the edge teasingly.“Can I?” he whispered against your ear, seeking permission.
You nodded again. With your consent, his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts. It didn’t take long for him to realize you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Appreciative sound rumbled in his chest as his fingers ran through your folds, discovering just how wet you already were for him.
The first touch made you moan a little too loud for the shared bedroom. Caleb reacted instantly, pressing his lips firmly against yours to swallow the sound. He kissed you deeply as if to remind you that those sounds were only for him.
He obviously loved hearing you, in fact, he craved it and he’d do anything to do more to hear you, but not here where the others could hear. “Shh, baby.”He murmured against your mouth when he finally pulled back.
His fingers returned to your center, circling your clit with the perfect pressure. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, trying desperately to stay quiet as pleasure sparked through you. The feeling was intense in the dark, heightened by the need for silence and the way his strong arm cradled you close.
You managed to stay somewhat quiet, until he pushed two fingers inside you at once. The stretch drew a sharper gasp from your throat. Quickly, you slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rolled through you. When his fingers curled just right, hitting that perfect spot, you removed your hand, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him down into a hungry kiss instead.
He understood the silent plea immediately. His fingers began pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm, curling with every thrust. The wet sounds were faint beneath the covers, but they felt deafening in your ears.
“Oh, Caleb..” you moaned softly into his mouth.
“Shh, baby..” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “You’re doing so good being quiet for me.” His fingers never stopped their delicious pace. “Can you stay quiet just a little longer?”
You nodded frantically, burying your face against his neck. The pressure in your stomach built fast, tight, coiling heat that made your thighs tremble. Caleb kept whispering praise against your skin, his thumb occasionally brushing your clit while his fingers worked you closer and closer to the edge.
It hit you suddenly, your whole body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, coming hard around his fingers. You pressed your face into his shoulder to muffle the sound, trembling in his arms. Caleb gently pumped his fingers through every pulse, helping you ride out the orgasm until the waves slowly subsided and your body melted boneless against him.
When you finally relaxed, he eased his fingers out of you slowly. And when your heavy breathing finally slowed, you turned onto your side, back pressed against Caleb’s chest.
Your eyes fluttered closed, and without a word, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His hand splayed warmly over your stomach as he tucked you closer.
The next morning in the dressing room, you sat at the vanity, carefully blending concealer under your eyes. The girls were scattered around, doing their makeup and hair, the usual lively chatter filling the air.
“Yo, which one of y’all was getting french fries last night?” Trinity suddenly spoke up, loud and teasing.
You quietly laughed to yourself but stayed focused on your reflection, blending the product smoothly into your skin. The other girls immediately started denying it with giggles.
Trinity’s gaze landed on you. She noticed the small, telling smile you couldn’t hide. “Y/n.. was that you?”
You looked up, shrugging with a grin still playing on your lips. “It was!” Trinity yelled, pointing dramatically. “It was so fucking loud I knew damn well that wasn’t just kissing!”
The other girls erupted into excited cheers and laughter, crowding closer with wide eyes. Your face warmed, but the energy in the room was supportive. “Okay, okay, it was me.” You admitted with a laugh, setting down your brush.
Melanie leaned forward, eyebrows raised. “How did that even happen?”
You hummed, thinking back to the night before. “I don’t know.. we were just talking about how we really don’t want anyone else, but we didn’t close things off yet” you quickly added. “We were cuddling and kissing and, it just happened.”
Kayda grinned. “Ouhh, was it good?”
You looked straight at her, deadpan. “Bitch, is the grass green?”
The room filled with laughter as Trinity shook her head. “Sure it was good, she was barely staying quiet over there.”
Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. “Come in!” the girls called out in unison.
The door opened and Caleb stepped inside, holding a plate of fresh fruit and toast in one hand and a mug in the other. He scanned the room until his eyes found you. “Oh, look, there’s the chef of french fries..” Trinity teased loudly.
Caleb blinked, confused, glancing between you and the girls. “What?”
You stood up quickly, smiling as you walked over to him. “They’re just joking around.” You reassured him softly. Rising onto your toes, you gave him a sweet peck on the lips. “Thank you for breakfast. This is really sweet.”
✶ with caleb coming in as a bombshell, things have shaken up with you and corbin. with him and kenzie still having interest in each other, it’s made your couple a lot more difficult. but after the challenge with the islanders got wood? . . you realize you’re a bigger love interest for caleb than you realized.
֎ this is extremely based off of ep 12 of love island usa season 7!!, sol isn’t in this for the fic, — reader is very friendly + honest (jen is twin) ʚɞ, fluff, ★ sexual jokes / tension, ⊹ ࣪ ˖ trin : jen : kayda are your main close friends, ᝰ slow burn but not too slow ( ;´ - `;), little disagreement with kenzie, time jumps ! , pov switches, ✴︎ im not a great writer : .ᐟ when writing, i always have a black fem reader in mind. english is my second language lol . . (any black french speakers? ❤︎ :-p) i kind of gave up towards the end.
y/n moodboard here — pinterest
— unfortunately, you’ve gotten coupled up with corbin when america had decided to put caleb and kenzie together. from there, everything had went left between you, kenzie, corbin and caleb.
corbin and kenzie clearly weren’t over each other. every chance they got, they’d disappear for a “quick chat,” only to come back acting like nothing had happened. it didn’t matter if caleb had his back turned talking to the boys or if you were sitting ten feet away.
you noticed, caleb noticed . . the whole villa noticed.
eventually, you had to pull corbin for a conversation about it.
“i still want to pursue you,” he insisted.
“i think we’re good together.”
you stared at him for a second before letting out a short laugh, “well . . i don’t.”
his smile immediately dropping.
“i don’t want to be with someone who’s sneaking around behind my back,” you said plainly. “we’ll just have to ride this out until the next recoupling.”
— you sit with jen and kayda on one of the daybeds, the afternoon sun warming your legs as the three of you inevitably drifted back to talking about your couples.
“so . .” jen starts, glancing between you and kayda.
“what are we thinking?”
before either of you could answer, a familiar chime echoes through the villa.
kayda’s head whips around, “no way.”
across the garden, aniya shoots to her feet, phone already in hand.
“I GOT A TEXT!”
the villa erupts into cheers as everyone rushes toward her.
aniya grins, clearing her throat dramatically,
📱— islanders! it’s time to show who’s a cut above the rest in today’s challenge . . got wood? 🌲🪓 #lumberjackseason
— the challenge was already halfway through by the time corbin’s turn rolled around.
by now, you’d been picked a handful of times.
sincere and zach had chosen you first for the seesaw challenge with kc plus gabe, laughing the entire time as you tried to keep rhythm with them two each time.
along with getting picked randomly by sincere and bryce to kiss them in the fake wood cabin.
you couldn’t help but laugh by how much you had gotten picked so far, “why the hell do i keep getting picked?” you call out.
“you’re popular!” jen teases.
now it was corbin’s turn. bryce chose kenzie to do the seesaw challenge with him. you nod softly, a small laugh escaping you.
just for him to say, “i choose kenzie!” for the wet log challenge. caleb’s eyebrows furrowed in a offended manner, you glance over to trinity with a told you way.
y/n’s confessional “honestly i wasn’t surprised. corbin likes to have fun and be around kenzie so i’m not that upset.”
y/n’s confessional “he somehow picked me in the random beaver thing so i guess win is a win,” you shrug softly with a small laugh.
lastly, was caleb. he climbs up the fake tree in his blue flannel and blue jorts. he chops down a branch as he jumps back down.
“which boy needs to branch out from his couple?” caleb reads, his deep country accent loud.
a wave of “oh shit” and “oooo” goes around the islanders.
caleb holds the wood chopper, turning to sincere.
“my bad man!” he says and sprays sincere with the yellow power and feathers.
you wide your eyes as you glance to melanie.
caleb lays down as the giant seesaw, waiting for sincere to choose a lady to get on with him.
sincere looks down the line of girls, pretending to think.
“now . . .” he starts, rubbing his chin dramatically.
caleb looks at sincere.
“see ladies . . caleb was tellin’ us earlier which girls he thought were the most attractive to him.”
the villa immediately erupted.
caleb covered his face with one hand, “man . .” he lets out a nervous laugh.
“and he seemed real excited talkin’ about one in particular.”
kenzie straightens up as you and the girls tease her quietly.
sincere grins from ear to ear.
“so . .”
sincere points directly at you.
“Y/N! get over here!”
your eyebrow shoot up, “me?”
“yes, you!” sincere laughs.
you turn to trinity and jen. both looking between you and caleb with the most confused but very happy expressions.
“wait—” trinity cheers.
“fuck yeah!” jen claps while jumping up and down.
kenzie’s smile falters for the briefest second before she quickly covered it.
you press your lips together to stop yourself from smiling as you walk toward caleb.
as you reach him, he looked up at you with that same easy grin he’d worn since entering the villa.
“hey.”
“hi,” you laugh, climbing on top of him. his large hands quickly finding your butt, his thumb snugging barely under your denim shorts.
you two start to move up and down, the seesaw moves loosely. you squeal as you hold onto his caleb’s biceps.
“oh my God!” you shout, laughing loudly after.
“y/n, sit on his face!” kayda exclaims, her tone clearly joking.
you slip a little, moving higher . . forcing you to be steady on top of caleb’s abs.
“i got you,” he chuckles and his hands fly to your waist to help you keep steady.
after the seesaw stops, caleb hurries to get up first before you do. holding his hand out to help you down.
you glance up, “thank you, caleb.”
he smirks, “my pleasure,” he tips his imaginary cowboy hat.
moving onto his last challenge, which was to pick a random stuffed beaver that had a number, behind it a random girl’s name. take her into the cabin and share a kiss.
“caleb! choose a number,” paige smiles.
caleb looks at the guys, “which one?”
“number three, my lord!” sincere shouts, throwing his hands in the air.
“nah— number four!” corbin says.
caleb looks at number four, picking it quickly. a grin spreading across his face before shouting, “y/n!” he reads out with a satisfied smile.
“let’s fucking go!” kc shouts, flexing as he jumps around.
corbin’s confessional “i was like damn! i shouldn’t of said number four,” he says with a laugh.
corbin’s confessional “that was on me.”
“looks like i got lucky,” he adds.
the guys cheer loudly and a lot . . . as you huff out a scoff, glancing at kenzie. she has wide eyes and a big forced smile,
“go girl!”
you drag your feet towards the cabin as caleb stares at you walk over.
y/n’s confessional “i was so tired of locking lips in that damn cabin!”
sincere’s confessional “i could lowkey tell that caleb was enjoying getting y/n a lot. he has two fishes in his sea now,” sincere says with a smirk. (with his hand lifting)
caleb glances over at the guys, he puts his finger to his lips, making a shh motion while fighting a grin. you look up at caleb as he shuts the door, he immediately looks down at you.
he grabs your face quickly, kissing you. it felt hungry, as if he’s making up for lost time.
you let out a surprised laugh against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck. he goes down, rubbing your waist, having you two kiss for longer.
outside, the islanders are basically vibrating with anticipation. bryce bounces on the balls of his feet before grabbing onto zach’s shoulders.
“bro they’re taking forever!” gabe bursts out laughing.
the door opens a bit, jen glancing in. she sees caleb against the wall as you take the lead more. she gasps, “they’re really kissing!” she shouts with a excited scream.
you break away from the kiss, caleb resting his head against yours. you turn looking at jen with soft nervous smile, shutting the door.
the girls scream as they jump around each other.
the door finally swings back open, with you thrown over caleb’s shoulder. he flexes like a greek God as the islanders explode with cheers and applause.
sincere couldn’t stop laughing, “i told yall! i told yall!”
caleb just laughs, one arm securely around your legs as he carries you back towards the line. he lowers you back down to your feet.
you fix your red flannel, trying not to react too much as melanie and aniya jump on you. you smile excitedly, you couldn’t stop it.
caleb smirks down at you, patting your butt. you whip your head to him, “did you just slap my ass?” you laugh.
his brows lift innocently, “no, i’m gentle.”
the villa lets out into shouts of :
“nahhh!”
“he did!”
“caleb!?”
you slap his bicep, covering your mouth in embarrassment.
“you’re ridiculous . .” you say softly. he shrugs, walking back to the line with the guys.
y/n’s confessional “i’ve never dated a white guy. never dated a fucking cowboy type of dude so . .”
y/n’s confessional “after that though . . i was like maybe caleb is an option.”
y/n’s confessional “riding a cowboy could be fun,” you burst out laughing after joking.”
after the challenge, the islanders head back to the villa. you and the girls were sitting on the big couch near the kitchen as the guys sat at the fire pit.
trinity was the first to bring it up, “bitch! we have to talk about caleb and y/n! like what the fuck?” she states with a smile.
kayda jumps up and down in her spot, “like whattt!”
you look up from your nails, “let’s not,” you joke.
“dude! you got picked twice!” melanie puts up two fingers.
kenzie speaks up, “yeah— you were with everybody’s man,” she says with a flat tone.
the girls look at her. trinity looks at you before looking back at kenzie.
“in a challenge,” jen speaks up before you could.
y/n’s confessional “okay— yeah whatever. i did hump with gabe, kc and caleb. did kiss bryce, sincere, corbin and caleb again but like—“
y/n’s confessional “girl it’s a challenge. let’s pipe down.”
your brows twisted quickly, “girl . . kenzie, don’t do that.”
“i’m just sayin’! doesn’t mean you have to entertain it,” kenzie defends herself.
you sit up straighter, putting your hands in your lap before saying, “i’ve never had a conversation with caleb. unless you wanna count when all of us talked to him when he came in.”
you laugh, more out of disbelief than amusement.
“i let you talk to corbin everyday after bombing caleb with acting like you had interest in him. you and i barely talk to caleb at this point.”
“i didn’t mean to have you feel a way,” kenzie states.
you nod barely, “and that’s fine! but i didn’t chase caleb right now.”
“sincere picked me. the random beaver picked me.”
kenzie sighs softly, “you’re right . .” she rubs the back of her neck.
“i don’t know,” she admits quietly. “i guess seeing you two together today just got to me.”
you soften almost immediately, “i wasn’t trying to disrespect you,” she adds.
“it’s all good! everybody gets in there head . .” you start.
“but corbin and i already said that we’re just gonna see it through until the next recoupling. so you can have him,” you smile softly.
kenzie smiles back, “m’sorry.”
you kick your feet as you hug her, “shhh! it’s okay!”
“group hug!” kayda shouts.
trinity’s confessional “the girlhood in here is real. i love my girls.”
it was later into the evening, you took a shower and changed into a white striped colorful dress. the villa had settled into it’s usual nighttime rhythm.
music drifts softly through the speakers while small groups scattered themselves around the garden.
some islanders hang by the fire pit.
others sat around the kitchen island, laughing over snacks.
you found yourself chatting with corbin and melanie near the swing chairs, your legs on melanie’s lap.
across the villa,
kc nudges caleb with his shoulder, “bro,” kc starts.
caleb looks at kc, his smile coming as soon as kc speaks.
bryce grins, “are you just gonna stare or are you gonna go talk to her?” he snickers.
caleb glances over at you before looking at kc and bryce, “we’ve talked today,” bryce scoffs instantly.
“you guys kissed today!” kc says, fighting his smirk.
“brother . . if anything that’s more reason to go talk to her,” kc adds. bryce nods in agreement as he grips caleb’s shoulder.
caleb rubs the back of his neck, “i don’t wanna interrupt.”
bryce smacks his lips, “dude— go! now!”
“go steal her.”
caleb frowns, “i ain’t stealin’ nobody . .”
kc snorts, “i’m about to call her over here if you don’t go over there.”
caleb glances at you, then at kenzie before sighing, “aight.”
corbin was mid sentence when you three hear a familiar southern accent.
“if it’s okay with yall . . can i steal y/n for a second?”
you look up, seeing caleb with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet.
corbin looks between you two, “yeah, for sure.”
melanie smiles immediately, “of course!”
you smile as you stand up, “yeah!” he grabs your hand, helping you walk to the speakeasy.
kc and bryce fist bump each other from across the villa, aniya and sincere looking over and cheering silently with each other.
the walk there was quiet, caleb laughing nervously as he opens the door for you. you look around the speakeasy as you sit down on the red couch.
caleb sits across from you, quiet.
you stare at him, laughing suddenly, “what’s happening?”
“i just figured it’s about time we talk,” he states. you tilt your head, “i guess it is.”
caleb’s confessional “y/n is such a gorgeous woman . . i was honestly really nervous and excited to talk to her.”
“so, how you feelin’?” he asks you, rubbing your shoulder.
you sigh dramatically, “it’s been a long day. the challenge made it longer honestly,” you look at him.
caleb stares at your crossed legs for a second before speaking, “you can put your leg up here if you want,” he looks at you.
you shoot a confused look for a second, “hm?”
he smiles, “like how you were with mela earlier . .”
your eyebrows raise before smiling back, “okay!” you shift, one leg resting across his lap.
without thinking, caleb’s hand settles lightly around your ankle. you catch yourself glancing down every now and then, watching his thumb absentmindedly trace small circles against your ankle while the two of you talk.
about 15 minutes later, you sigh, “well . . we should head back,” you look back at him.
not surprised, he’s already staring at you. you smile softly as he pouts barely, “i have one more question.”
you tilt your head, “what’s up?”
he spots for a second, debating himself, “. . can i get a kiss?” he gives a nervous smile.
you pretend to think as you nod, “yeah.”
he leans forward slowly, giving you every chance to change your mind. you meet him halfway.
this kiss was nothing like the one in the cabin. there’s no cheering.
no boys banging on the door.
no girls screaming from outside.
just the two of you.
you finally pull away, your smile finding you face.
“so . .” you look at his lips.
“oh hold on.”
caleb stares at you with the softest look you’ve seen all day, “huh?”
your thumb finds his bottom lip, “my lip liner.”
he moves back, “no.”
your brows furrow, “what?” laughing in disbelief.
“leave it,” caleb says proudly.
“dude—“
“i’m serious.”
you roll your eyes, “you wanna walk around with my lip liner on?”
caleb shrugs, “i don’t mind.”
you stand up laughing, “you’re a dork.”
he stands up after you, giving a small hug. you hug him back, his hands finding the bottom of your dress to fix it.
you smile, “see ya in the morning!” you rub his bicep. he nods, licking his lips.
“yeah . . sweet dreams, y/n.”
“goodnight, caleb,” you walk out the speakeasy.
caleb’s confessional “honestly . . y/n really has my eye right now. i’m just gonna work it up tomorrow and hopefully the next recoupling we work it out.”
y/n’s confessional “caleb is so sweet! he’s really the only one i’m interested in . . so we’ll just see.”
You sat on the unreasonably big bed that was used for a challenge. Your body covered in pain, Corbin's arm around your body. Kissing sounds and light chuckles fill up the space as the others take their turn for the challenge.
Suddenly, kissing sounds come from closer than before, right next to you actually. Lips smack hard against each other, pain splatters onto your naked stomach, "What the fuck?" you call out, unsure of who is kissing him due to the blindfold on your face.
The sounds stop, a unfamiliar chuckle leaves the females mouth, Corbin stayed quiet afterwards.
Finally, you could take that goddamn blindfold off and see who the fuck was all over your man like that. You look around to only see the familiar islanders beside you. The only things that didn't add up was the color red on his neck and chest.
"Wait.. who had red?" Melanie asks. The rest of the islanders looking at their men to notice the imposter color. You throw a confused face at Corbin, he acts as if he doesn't know a thing.
"Islanders, you weren't the only one to get some kisses tonight.. please welcome Jen and Sol!" Ariana says, pointing to the entrance of the villa. 2 Girls suddenly walk in, both with red paint on them. An annoyed look forms on your face as they walk in like they run the place.
You didn't realize but you scooted closer to Corbin the second the blonde made eye contact with you.
Once the challenge ends, everyone branches off, the new girls go with the guys, and the new guys follow you guys around.
You tried to stay active in the conversation however it was hard, you couldn't help but notice Jen laughing too hard at Corbin and rubbing her hand up and down his bicep.
That conversation lasted way too long, when it finally ended you got ready for bed and laid against Corbin. Luckily, the bombshells were placed right next to your bed, Corbin had his hand inside of your shirt right on your tit. You glanced over to Jen to see her brows knitted together making a clearly annoyed face.
You thought maybe she knew to back off, you didn't see her go near Corbin all day until nighttime came along, you and Corbin sat cuddled up in say less, your legs rested on top of his lap while his hand sat rested on your inner thigh. The conversation was great, leading to the most magical kiss by the fire in the warm toned room.
The sound of heels clicking on the floor grew closer as Jen walks into the room asking to pull Corbin for a chat. A smug look tugs at her face as he agrees to go.
You weren't mad at him or her, you knew it was the point of the whole experience to explore connections, but you couldn't get over how nasty she was being.
You walk out to the kitchen area where everyone is standing, "She walked in on us kissing and pulled him." You announce, everyone turns their heads with surprise on their faces.
Kenzie comes running over from the daybed, "Dude, right before she pulled Corbin, she was talking about how she thinks she's better than you and how she's gonna make him realize how basic you are." Kenzie says.
Your eyebrows raise at her words, she had already crossed a line with all the sneak disses she was throwing with the looks and shit, but now saying she was better than you was fucking insane.
"Oh shit" Kc says faintly.
You weren't going to say anything to her yet, you were going to go tit for tat with her.
That night you crawled into bed with him, you sat yourself on his lap, pressing quick kisses onto his lips. Once she walked in, you stopped. "Hey, don't stop." He says in a light groan, his arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you in closer. You look right into her eyes as the same annoyed look falls onto her face.
The next day, it was time for another challenge, you were told to pie the girl or boy that the question related to most. It was your turn to pull a card, the question read, "Who is most likely to disregard girl code for a guy in the villa." You knew exactly who you were going to pick. You pick up the pie and walk up to Jen, smashing the pie straight into her face. She looks right into your eyes, a smirk tugs at not only your lips but Corbin's lips, he loved the way you didn't mess around.
You walked around the villa with your head held high the rest of the day, when the sun started to go down you all got ready and started the night. Jen pulled Sol for a chat as you were in the kitchen, they were right above you and they were being loud too. "I can't believe she picked me. She's such a bitch." Jen says.
Corbin stood right beside you, hearing every word Jen way saying. He looked at you with a confused face, he had no clue this was happening between the two of you. You shrug your shoulders at him and drag him away.
Suddenly, Ariana walks in and directs you all to the firepit. The girls stood in front of all the guys, it was time for a recoupling.
You didn't have a single doubt in your mind, you knew based on his reaction earlier that you were safe. You sat and watched as everyone else got picked, leaving only you and Jen standing there. "Corbin, please stand up and choose your girl." Ariana says.
You stood tall with your hands behind your back as Corbin begun speaking, "I'd like to couple up with this girl because she makes me laugh, she makes me feel comforted. She's so talented and persistent with everything and that's exactly what I want in a woman. She also knows what's hers and makes it known to everyone else. We always have something to talk about and I could stare at her masterpiece of a face for hours, so, the girl I'd like to couple up with is.. Y/n"
A smile forms on your face right away, you turn your body to Jen and whisper in her ear, "Don't doubt me again." You say, walking to Corbin.
He hugs you tightly before pulling you into a deep kiss.
Later that night as everyone slept Corbin pulled you flush against his body, you felt his hardened cock against you, "Hmm" you hum, turning towards him. He pulls you in right away, his tongue claiming all of you as his hand holds tight against your neck.
He flips onto his back, pulling you onto his lap as you begin grinding back and forth. "What you did earlier was so fucking hot. I need you so bad." He admits. You could feel his heat against your clothed pussy.
Your breath picks up as he reaches his hand up and fondles with your tit. "Let me give it to you. You deserve it." He says softly.
He helps remove your pants, you help undress him as well. His cock presses flush against your stomach. He lifts you onto him, his cock sinks into your body a strained moan escapes your mouth as you stay quiet, trying not to wake the others.
He guides you at a steady, slow pace, he stays hyper aware of the people around you, watching your reactions to make sure you don't slip. "Corbin, fuck." You breath out as his length is fully bottomed out inside of you.
His neck falls back and eyes squeeze shut, his cock twitches inside of you, pressing fully against your walls as he stretches you out. Your hands pressed against his abs keeping you steady, you struggle to keep your whines quiet, his hand comes up to your mouth, forcing it shut.
He helps pick up the pace, you practically see stars from the sensation of him inside of you. He keeps his eyes steady on you, watching as your pussy swallows him whole. "Cum with me" He whispers, thrusting hard inside of you.
The both of you reach your climax at the same time, cum leaks out the sides of you, your breath fully lost from the thrill.
He pulls you off him, he moves over top of you, coming down to lick you fully clean.
req: I can just imagine “Mr can I get a kiss?”!Corbin feening for your kisses like a it’s crack in the 80’s . Like he cannot keep his lips off you. Doesn’t even need to be on the lips. He’s always kissing your hands, your shoulders, your cheeks, your forehead, your legs while yall are just sitting with your legs on his (doesn’t even need to be in a sexual way). He just loves having his lips on you. THE BROTHER IS STARVED!!!😂
warnings: js kisses, might be short
a/n: canigetakiss , meluhkneeee , fuck bruh , i rlly like our connection *rebooting*
“Aye! Come into Soul Ties with me, real quick.” Corbin called out to you.
“What yall think he finna do to her this time?” Melanie asked.
“Kiss the shit outta her.” Trinity said.
She was damn right too. As soon as yall got into the Soul Ties bed, he was all over you. He started with your forehead, giving it many kisses.
Then to your cheeks, kissing them gently. Then your nose, kissing it from the temple to the bottom of your nose.
Then he kissed your jawline, he kissed both sides. And then he kissed both your ears. Then he went down to your neck, making sure to avoid the sensitive parts because he knew this could turn from sweet to sex real quick.
Then he kissed your chest, all over, and then your shoulders. Making sure he misses nothing. Then he kisses your breast. Nothing sexual of course, he just needs to make sure he gets everywhere.
Then to your stomach, your belly button, your hips, and the top where your waistband was. He knew not to get lower because like i said, it can turn from sweet to sex real FAST.
Then he kissed your legs, your knees and all the way down to your feet. He then turned you over.
“Gotta make sure I get that ass.” He said before slapping it. Then he kissed both cheeks before flipping you over again and kissing you.
“I really hope they don’t include this shit in the episode.” You said, groaning.
“At least I’ll have something to get off too when we get home.” He said.
bombshell!cameron cade. 𖤓 stealer, ladies and gentlemen
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. twenty-seven. starting quarterback of the saviors. many will say that his suave and charm will have you thinking you fell in love with a prince. the way he lightly and respectfully holds a woman’s hand during a conversation, or the way his reserved demeanor changes for the sake of whoever he chats with. tight-lipped expression turned to all of his pearly whites showing; his broad shoulders relaxing as he lets himself ease into the villa; eyes of amber with speckles of brown crinkling as he chuckles at the joke that was just made
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. a sweet talker, captivating, and can talk a woman out of even forgetting who’s she coupled up with. the way his words string together as he converses feels like a magnet pulling you towards him; as much as you try to fight it, you just can’t. going from compliments about you to the way his eyes hold yours; sharp, cold, supposed to keep people away, but it keeps you closer to him. you can’t even look down without the feeling of his eyes telling you to look at him
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. not scared of any of the boys cause he came here with a purpose, with a selfish purpose at that, to steal and find a girl. he pulls any and everyone for a chat, girls and guys, to get a feel of the villa. Immediately, he informs the boys that he wanna take their girl and maybe fall in love. aye, don’t hate the player, hate the game
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. makes mini dates for the girls he’s interested in. he wants to show the girl(s) that he wants to take their connection seriously, and show her that she deserves to be considered and seen. during that date, he is listening attentively and getting a feeling of how the girl feels, not just about him but also about romance, love, her views on things that shape her
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. respectful, but a bit physical. he ups the levels of physical touch, following after your comfort level; caresses your leg as you chat with him, brings himself closer by holding onto your finger, at times tempted to lay his head on your lap and listen to you talk, but as for now, distance and respect for your couple !!
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. extremely transparent on who he wants and has no issue going after her. whether it be bringing her breakfast before her couple does, heightening his charm to woo her, or even taking her up to a more secluded location, just have her couple be a bit antsy. he’s already a competitive man as it is due to his job, fighting for the girl he desires and wants is nothing to him
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. recoupling night feels like a night of reassurance and poetry spoken to you under the moonlight. the way he describes you makes you feel like the only girl in the world and always winks at you before he starts his speech. dare i say after casa, he started adding, “lady in my life” before announcing your name
🍫Summary: Cameron Cade has been exhausted with the pressures of his football career and as his doting girlfriend, you want to help him out!
Cameron sat on the couch, leg bouncing, and his head in his hands. He looked like the epitome of tired. You couldn’t bear to see your boyfriend like this.
Cameron has a bit of an aggressive streak, especially after he had to get stitches on the side of his head. A small resemblance of what he lived and breathed for.
Football.
Being number one was no walk in the park. Everyone was constantly on his ass. Practices had to be perfect, answers had to be perfect. His image had to be perfect.
He was tired. So overwhelmed, he couldn’t even look at you once he got home. The room felt heavy as his large stature rested on the couch. You watched him, a soft empathy in your eyes.
You were the sweetest girl on campus, always wearing light colors, smiling at everyone, never saying no. Who would’ve thought you would end up with Cameron Cade of all people?
Once he asked you to help him pass a test, he was head over heels. It took him a while to win you over, with you knowing his reputation. But you saw a side others didn’t tend to see, allowing him to take hold of your heart.
He was careful with it, treating you like fragile glass. Whenever he was in a mood, he made it his mission to not be around you, in an attempt to not dampen yours.
Tonight, you wanted to help.
Your sock-covered feet made their way over to him, fingers twitching, debating on touching the clearly drained man.
“Cam?” Your soft voice whispered, and he looked up at you. His eyes drooped, frown etched into his face. “You should go, ma. I’m just a bit tired right now.” He explained.
He planted a small kiss on your waist, as a small show of affection even while he was down in the dumps.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You placed one hand on his buzz cut, running your fingers through his hair. You made sure to avoid the stitches, not wanting to hurt him.
“Ma—” “I’m serious Cam, let me be here for you.” You sat down next to him, hand trailing to his defined back and you rubbed it in comforting circles.
He let out a sigh, too tired to fight against his clearly concerned girlfriend. “I’m so tired.” He mumbled, head resting on your shoulder.
You kissed his forehead, allowing him to let out his frustration. “I’m so frustrated, all this bullshit everybody keep putting on my shoulders.”
You nodded even though you didn’t understand. You racked your brain on ways to help.
Play football with him? Absolutely not. Cook for him? He already ate. Make him feel good? Now that’s something you can do.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” You told him, fingers gently tugging at his belt. “I can’t let you do that, ma.” He rested his heavy hand on yours.
You were his princess, he couldn’t put you in that much trouble. He’s always been gentle with you, not wanting to accidentally hurt you.
Cameron understands he’s bigger than you and his sport gives him a natural aggression.
“Please, Cam!” You pouted, it didn’t take him much convincing. “Just be gentle, okay?” you suggested.
The suggestion must’ve been optional.
•••
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Tears streamed down your face as you felt Cameron’s heavy dick drop inside of you. “Fuckkk, this my pussy, hm?” he teased. “Y-yes, daddy,” you whimpered.
The way he has you bent over the arm of the couch has you losing your mind. He’s been digging in you for the past, you couldn’t even count.
Your ass bounced against his hips as your eyes rolled back. Your legs shook, struggling to hold yourself up. The only thing keeping you slightly balanced was the hand of Cameron pressing down on you.
“I love you, ma,” He grunted, pounding into you. “Lo—ughhh—fuck.” Your nails dug into the couch while you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath.
He was so deep, you didn’t know if you could continue to take it any longer. You already came on him multiple times, building the white frothy ring around his dick.
Your head dropped to the couch, brain melting with every thrust of his dick. You knew he was getting all his stress out but my goodness how much was in there?
You felt a striking smack on your ass making you gasp, clenching around him. “Get a lil farther up there,” Cam said, he lifted your hips, guiding you farther across the arm of the couch.
Once he saw your hips angled up, just enough to see your swollen pussy, he let you go. Your legs dangling in the air, toes just barely brushing against the floor.
“Shit, wait,” your hand flew out, pressing against his abs. “nah, you wanted to help,” he grasped your hand, bending it to rest on your back. “Take that shit.” He mumbled.
His hips snapped into you, jolting your body forward. Drool fell from your mouth as you took every inch. The soft squelch of your soaking pussy made him groan. Your eyes were struggling to flick back to reality, hoping he would ease up on you.
At this rate you were about to squirt all over the floor, and the many times he had made you squirt, it was everywhere. “P-please.” Your voice cracked.
“Daddy ain’t done, baby.” He grunted. The name use made you clench around him. Your whimpers grew louder as you felt the familiar thump against your entrance.
“I-I’m bout to-,” you were cut off by a loud moan, feeling the release of pressure from your stomach. Usually Cameron would have let up but he only sped up, forcing more fluid out.
“Squirting all over the place, mhm.” He landed one sharp smack on your butt making you moan. He was obsessed with the feeling of you clenching around him, and the ripple of your ass.
Cameron loved the sight of you losing it, only feeling the desire to feed you more strokes. Just as you said, him using you took stress off his shoulders.
He was finally able to take control and have something for himself. You spread out for him, taking everything he was giving you.
His balls slapped against your clit, wet and heavy only causing waves of sensitivity. He pulled out quickly, replacing his dick with his fingers in no time.
His middle and ring finger thrusted inside of you, biting his lower lip causing his dimples to pop out. Your free hand shot out, catching his wrist but not doing much to stop his movement.
“Gimme some more, ma.” He demanded, fingers curling inside of you, rubbing your gummy walls. Your legs shivered as you cried out, other hand smacking against the couch.
His fingers were relentless, sending you through another wave of sensitivity which led to another orgasm. “Oh my—nnghhh,” you tried to crawl forward on the couch in the midst of your orgasm.
Cameron’s hand held you down, “Stay right fuckin’ there. This my pussy so let me have it,” he said. He bent down, pressing a gentle kiss on your ass.
He watched as your body shook coming down from your second orgasm. You let out a sigh feeling Cameron removed his fingers with a small light smack against your clit. The impact made you jolt along with a gasp of surprise.
Cameron grabbed your waist, turning you to lay flat on your back. Your eyes found his and his shirt up his torso, showcasing his abs that he spent so long in the gym for. His eyes were low lidded with a hungry gaze.
His hands rubbed against your thighs that were trembling from the harsh pounding. “My poor baby,” he mocked, his bottom lip poking out.
“You think you can take some more?” He asked. You nodded, barely able to form words. “Y-yes, daddy.” He didn’t have to hear anything else, and slid inside of you.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, gasping at the friction. “Mhm, my baby can take it.” He placed his hand on your lower tummy. The soft pudge was pliable underneath his hand.
You nodded your head with a whimper, and he mocked you, head following yours. “‘Bout to make me nut, fuck.” He mumbled. He leaned down, large body towering over you.
He was huge, you could barely see past his shoulders. His weight pressed against you, only elevating the pleasure. His body was warm, and solid. He shuddered as you continued to moan and whimper directly in his ears. “I’m gonna—,”
“Give it to me daddy, please—I got you.” You whispered while panting softly in his ear. Hearing your sweet voice beg and comfort him immediately made his eyes roll back.
He released inside of you, hips stuttering with a deep groan in your ear. His palm rested on the side of your ass, gripping it from the overwhelming sensation.
“I love you, ma,” he said before kissing the shell of your ear. “I love you too.” You mumbled catching your breath.
He slowly pulled out of you, rubbing his hands all over your body. “You’re so pretty.” He smiled, giving you a peck on your lips.
He helped you sit up, legs shaking and body sore. “I’m sorry, ma.” He said noticing the slight wince. He hates to see his baby in pain, “no, it’s okay, I loved it. Do you feel better?”
He didn’t hesitate to nod, he actually did.
But if this is what happens when you sees he’s stressed, he’s about to start faking a lil bit.
you and tyriq spend your first christmas together 🎄
snow dusts the windows of tyriq’s winter place, the city quiet in that soft christmas way, like the world decided to whisper just for the night. the living room smells like pine and vanilla, the tree glowing low, lights reflected in the dark hardwood floors.
you’re padding around in matching red-and-cream plaid pajamas, hair wrapped, face shiny with clay mask. tyriq’s sitting on the couch, long legs stretched out, mask cracking when he grins at you.
“this feels illegal,” he says, eyeing your face. “you look expensive.”
you laugh, settling between his legs, leaning back against his chest. his hands rest easy on your waist, thumbs tracing slow, absent-minded circles like he’s memorizing you.
christmas music hums low in the background. mariah, of course. then the jackson’s.
later, when the masks are rinsed off and the house feels warmer somehow, you wander into the living room again. the tree looks ridiculous now—covered in gifts.
you stop short.
now where did these come from? you thought.
“oh my— which one’s mine,” you say, eyes wide as you crouch to peer under the tree.
tyriq leans against the doorway, arms crossed, that soft smile he only gets with you on his face.
“they’re all yours,” he says with a smile.
you turn slowly. “tyriq.”
“baby.” he answers. you then turn and give him a look.
he shrugs. “first christmas together. had to do it right.”
you both take a seat on the couch. one gift turns into three, then five, then you’re laughing, half-overwhelmed, half-melted, climbing into his lap just to kiss him properly. the kiss deepens—unrushed, familiar, heat building the way it always does when you forget about everything else.
his hands slide under your pajama top, warm, grounding. your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging him closer like you need to feel his heartbeat to stay steady.
“we gonna stay like this? on the couch?” you murmur against his mouth.
he smiles into the kiss. “all night.”
the clock ticks closer to midnight, unnoticed, until your phone lights up beside the couch.
11:59.
he pulls back suddenly. “wait.”
you blink. “what—”
the clock flips to 12:00.
“merry christmas, baby.”
before you can reply, he reaches behind the couch and pulls out one last box—smaller, wrapped in ribbon. deliberate. intentional.
inside, the white-gold hermes clic h bracelet. something you’d been eyeing for months. your breath hitches and your eyes lift straight to his.
“you didn’t—”
“i did,” he says quietly. “because you’re mine, and i wanted you to feel special.”
you lean in, forehead to his. “you really know how to spoil a girl.”
his laugh is low, already pulling you closer. “that’s the plan.”
the tree lights glow softly as the rest of the night disappears into warmth, whispered laughter, and a christmas neither of you will ever forget.
nerd!majesty and his outgoing girlfriend 𓈒⟡₊⋆∘˚⊹ ࿔
you and jermajesty met at the club surprisingly. jermajesty jackson was never a club guy. he actually hated the club. it was suffocating. he only came out that night because his boys practically dragged him out of the house. he was perfectly content sitting in the corner of their VIP section, nursing a drink and wishing he was back in his room with his monitors glowing.
then he saw you.
you were the brightest thing in the room. gunna’s “p power” was blasting through the speakers, the heavy beat rattling the glass in his hand, and you were right in the thick of it.
you weren’t doing the absolute most—no shaking ass on the wall or making a scene—but you were doing a little polite throw, moving perfectly to the rhythm while your homegirl hyped you up, hands on your waist. you looked stunning. a literal goddess under the neon lights, effortless and completely captivating.
jermajesty locked eyes with you from across the room, his heart doing a sudden flip. he set his drink down, determined to break away from his section just to get your name. but the second he blinked and looked past a passing bottle girl, you were gone.
your best friend had grabbed your arm, practically begging to hit the restroom before an emergency happened. you let out a whimper, looking back toward the section. you were genuinely sad, thinking you’d completely lost the pretty boy who had been staring a hole through you, but your girl was the priority.
ten minutes later, you walked out of the restroom, smoothing down your outfit. you expected him to be long gone, back to his friends. instead, you found him leaning against the bar. he wasn't buying a drink; he was just standing there, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed right back on you. it was like he was waiting.
you didn’t hesitate. you marched right up to him, hips swaying, determined to leave the club with his number.
“you’re cute,” you said, leaning slightly against the bar counter.
jermajesty was immediately taken aback. his dark eyes widened slightly, a faint blush creeping up his neck that he hoped the club lights hid. he didn't think you’d be so bold. at first, he wondered if it was just the liquor talking, but as he got to know you over the next few weeks, he realized that was just who you were. unapologetic, vibrant, and completely magnetic. you had the whole baddie aesthetic thing going on.
it became the exact thing he loved most about you.
fast forward months later, and he still found himself wondering how a nerdy guy like him ended up with a girl like you.
you weren't an anime fan by any means. your timeline was filled with fashion, beauty, and music, but you loved him, which meant you loved the things that made him happy. you’d curl up right against his chest on the couch, the glowing television screen illuminating your face as hunter x hunter played.
you’d look up from your phone, blinking your glossy eyes at the screen before pouting up at him. “but why is the hunter exam so long, baby?”
jermajesty couldn't do anything but smile down at you, his heart melting into a puddle. he’d press a kiss to your forehead, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “they gotta screen out the weak ones, ma. just watch, it gets better.”
you were his whole world, and he showed it every chance he got. he’d willingly go sit in the nail salon for two hours, tucked into a chair next to yours, just listening to you and your friends gossip about absolutely nothing. he didn’t mind being the designated bag holder when you went shopping, trailing behind you through the mall with your luxury bags resting on his forearms.
and whenever you surprised him with a new funko pop to add to his growing collection, he would completely lose his shit. he’d lift you right off your feet, laughing, and cover your entire face in warm, breathless kisses until you were giggling and begging him to stop.
you were his outgoing baddie, and he was your quiet, nerdy boy. it made absolutely no sense to the rest of the world, but to the two of you, it was everything.
reader is either sick or drunk and jermasty is taking care of them
jerdada taking care of you while drunk ⊹
the music at the club had been too loud, the drinks had tasted too much like juice, and by midnight, your homegirls knew they’d lost you to the liquor. laughing and shaking their heads, they scrolled through your phone and called the one person they knew would show up without hesitation: jermajesty.
when he pulled up to the venue, he didn’t even look mad. he just took your purse, thanked your friends, and guided you carefully into the passenger seat, buckling you in while you mumbled some incoherent story about how much you loved him.
"i know, baby," he chuckled, his voice a low, soothing hum in the quiet of the car. "i love you too. let's get you home."
once you walked through the front door, your coordination completely gave out. you slumped against the hallway wall, giggling as you tried to unlace your heels. jermajesty just knelt down, gently pushing your hands away to do it for you.
"alright, angel," he teased softly, looking up at you with those warm eyes. "let’s get you washed up."
he carried you into the bathroom, stripping off his own shirt before starting the shower. he made sure the water was perfectly warm—not too hot for your buzzed skin—before helping you out of your club outfit.
stepping into the steam, the water immediately made your head spin a little, so you buried your face straight into his chest. jermajesty just wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you steady against his solid frame under the spray.
"i got you," he whispered, pressing a wet kiss to the top of your head.
he grabbed your favorite body wash, working up a lather between his hands before gently washing the club grime off your skin. his touch was incredibly patient.
by the time he wrapped you in a giant, fluffy towel, you were half-asleep, leaning heavily into him as he dried you off. he guided you into the bedroom, slipping one of his oversized t-shirts over your head and pulling a pair of fresh silk shorts up your legs.
you tumbled onto the mattress, burying your face into the pillows. before you could drift off completely, jermajesty sat on the edge of the bed with a large glass of ice water, two ibuprofen, and your bonnet.
"drink this for me, beautiful. your head is gonna hate you tomorrow if you don't."
you groaned but sat up just enough to swallow the pills and chug half the water, letting him wipe a stray droplet from your chin.
finally, he climbed in beside you, pulling the duvet up over your shoulders. you immediately shifted closer, hooking your leg over his thigh and resting your head in the crook of his neck. jermajesty smiled in the dark, wrapping one large hand around your waist and pulling you flush against him.
"goodnight, love," he murmured, his fingers gently tracing soothing circles on your back until your breathing evened out into a deep, alcohol-induced sleep.
