a/n: I might do more of these for the future, so if anyone has any they’d like me to do lmk
wc: 0.7k
warnings: mdni, newer established relationship, more so inexperienced!michael, not proof read
Michael doesn’t entirely understand how your period works, but he tries his best to understand each little bit of the menstrual cycle—listening intently when you’re explaining each phase. You always tell him to ask questions to better understand, and of course he does with curiosity and determination to really know how it all works so he can best help you when you’re in it.
Michael never judges you if you bleed through any fabric around the house whether it’s the bed, a chair, or the couch. “It’s okay my love, it happens, don’t worry your pretty head about it.” If he needs to, he will reassure you a thousands times to make sure you’re not embarrassed in the slightest.
Michael always checks in on you whenever you’re at home and he’s busy with work. He will call occasionally and ask how you’re feeling, if you need him to bring you anything, if he can pick something up on his way home. He always will even if you didn’t tell him to. And if you do need him, he’ll drop everything to come back home. Even if he can’t leave immediately, he will stay on the phone with you and help you the best he can.
Michael is very patient no matter what. Even if he’s having a bad day himself, he won’t bombard you with it. Instead, he’ll let you talk about your day and vent about any troubles you had. “I’m so sorry sweetheart, that doesn’t sound fun at all.” He’s happy to listen at all times and matter of fact, it distracts him from any problems he was having to begin with, so it’s a win-win situation.
Michael will panic and get a little of everything when you do ask him to pick something up for you. You might’ve told him only this, or only that, but when he’s standing there in the isle, eyeing each and every little thing, he ends up stressing. He’ll get you tampons, pads, liners that are all different. Same goes for foods. He will get a few different chocolates that he knows you might like even if you only told him just one specific kind. And he’ll get a few different ice creams and chips as well.
Michael claims he does it “just in case” but you know it’s just out of the kindness of his heart and wanting to provide all he can. And secretly he will do it somewhat purposefully to see which of each item and food you gravitate to more and/or seems to work best, noting to get it next time without you even having to tell him.
Michael will warm up a heating pad and make you some tea if you’re feeling like it whenever you’re cramping. And he’ll make sure you’re comfortable most of all. “Are you too hot baby? Too cold? You okay on the couch right now?” And it can sometimes get a little overwhelming, but you’re grateful for his attentive care about your state of wellbeing. And it’s the good kind of overwhelming, which you can tolerate. “Sorry ma, just wanna make sure you’re feeling good” You always smile from his shy charismatic demeanor, “you’re too sweet Mikey,” and he just grins softly back at you.
Michael tries to leave the least amount of stress up to you, so anything he can do for you even if it’s something as simple as grabbing your phone that’s only ten feet away from you, he will do it. No matter how much you fuss or intend you can do yourself, he won’t settle for it. Any chore, big or small, he’ll do for you without hesitation.
Michael is very cautious with whether or not you’re needing some space, depending on your mood. He doesn’t like to be too much but doesn’t want to not be enough either so he tries to meet in the middle of the two the best he can. Sometimes he’ll even just let you come to him, not wanting to be too pushy. If you ask something of him, he’ll do so. And if you don’t ask, then he will for you usually, “Would you like to watch a movie together?” And you almost always say yes.
Michael will rub soothing circles along your lower stomach with his fingers when you guys are both either in bed or on the couch. “Does that feel good mama?” Any part of you that’s aching or feeling sore, he will rub for you until the pain melts away—your body relaxing into his.
Summary: As you’re getting ready to go out with your friend for the night, you find out your childhood crush, Jaafar, will be there. Whom you haven’t talked to much or been close with in a long while. And what you think to be a casual night, turns into something much more than you anticipated. Letting go of some things you never thought you’d let go of and can now never get back.
a/n: the actual confession prob isn’t as messy as you might’ve intended but I tried making it as realistic as possible. sorry if some of it is boring! 😭 I could’ve done a morning after but wanted to leave things concluded while also remaining a little unknown.
wc: 4.5k
warnings: mdni, 21+, drinking, clubbing, drunk reader, some throwing up (nothing super descriptive), some angst, teary, some fluff, slow burn(ish), situationship lowk, not proof read
Dabbing the last bit of concealer in, finishing with some powder and setting spray, you hear your friend scream. Her voice piercing through every inch of the room. It was that shocked, excited, Oh My Gosh! kind of scream.
You turned in an instant, looking over to her laying on your bed. Her stomach to the mattress and her feet up in the air. “What!?” You proclaim.
“Guess who’s going to be at the club tonight!” she exclaims. You groan in irritation, thinking of all the possibilities of someone you’d hate showing up and ruining the night. “Who?” You ask in a bored unenthusiastic tone. “Jaafar freaking Jackson!” Your friend squeals.
That was the last name you had thought of. And knowing now who it was, made it both better and worse. Jaafar was your best friend’s brother’s friend. Both of you had been friends since middle school. You were close, but not as close as you had always hoped. There was once a time though.
It wasn’t until the beginning of high school you had started catching feelings for him. Talking, hanging out, seeing each other around more often made you guys closer. That only lasted for about a year before the drifting part came around too.
It seemed normal at first because that happens with everyone but ever since then, you guys never really revived things to how they were before. You eventually got used to it, but your feelings never went away. Any chance you got to see him, you would. Any time he was around, you’d try to get near.
There was even close calls of you actually getting the courage to talk more to him but you’d always chicken out. Nothing ever went past more than a How have you been lately? or How are things?
It was always just small talk. Like you guys had never really known each other or something.
Now both of you were in college, which grew you two even further apart. You were adults and living your own two separate lives. No longer seeing each other every day at school. Maybe every once in a blue moon when you were at your friend’s house but even then. For all you knew, he could have a girlfriend and be living with her in a dorm or something.
Because of that you just kept your feelings to yourself, assuming that there was never going to be a chance and that he wasn’t the one. Trying to do your best to just suppress any kind of feelings you ever did or do still have for him.
Your friend knew of course though. You never went into detail, but she always knew. Even with your vagueness, she could see right through you. She knew it always meant more than the way you made it seem.
“Oh..” you say quietly, turning back around to face the mirror again. “What, isn’t that good? Why the ‘oh’?” She asks, her face dropping a bit from your gloomy response. “Nothing, nothing. It’s just..” you say, pausing for a moment. “I don’t know.”
“Cmon, it’ll be fun! I promise.” She insists. You sigh, a doubtful pit in your stomach. “This can be your chance to catch up.” She says, moving her body in one swift motion to a sitting position now.
“Yeah, but it’s always just that and nothing else.” You reply, a hint of annoyance in your voice. “No, this time you guys can really catch up.” She says, not taking any excuses for an answer. “Fine,” You say, not entirely happy with the decision.
But as you thought about it for a while, maybe she was right. Things have changed. Time has passed. You and Jaafar were different now. More mature. It was finally time for you to have an adult like conversation with one another. No awkward teenage behavior anymore. No more avoiding all the bigger questions.
Walking into the club, you could smell the sweat and alcohol as it directly hit your face. Colorful lights shining all around. The bass of the music vibrating throughout the entire place. Already, you had a better feeling about the night. Not pouring too much thought into the Jaafar situation.
“I’m gonna go get us drinks, okay? Go find us a table!” Your friend yells to you, barely getting her voice out over the loud music. You nodded as she disappeared into somewhere.
Looking around for a table, you spotted an open one last minute that was perfectly in between the dance floor and the bar. And it wasn’t in too obvious of a spot either. Quickly, you walked over to the table, grabbing it before anyone else did.
Setting down your purse, you sat down in the chair, glancing around. Still getting a feel for things. Trying to block out Jaafar for the meantime. You spotted your friend by the bar as she was turning around, holding your drinks. You waved at her to make sure she saw you.
Walking over, she sat down the drinks. “Girl, the bartender was being super flirty.” Your friend says in a whispering voice as if anyone could hear her over the loud music. “Really?” You say, surprised.
“Yes! I don’t know what’s up with him tonight.” She jokes, giving you a look. You let out a soft laugh from her facial expression.
“Doesn’t it seem pretty crowded for a Tuesday night?” You question. Your friend carelessly shrugs her shoulders, “Maybe,” she says. Not paying much mind to the observation.
“Okay, let’s get these down so we can go dance!” She exclaims. “Okay!” You yell in exhilaration.
Grabbing the shot, you gulp it down in a flash. Looking like you had just ate something sour, you shake your head rapidly. “Woo!” You shout. Your friend looks at you, smiling with that adrenaline rush kind of look.
“Cmon girl!” She yells out, taking you by the hand, dragging you out onto the dance floor. You follow. Starting easy, you keep consistent eye contact with your friend who’s moving her body like she doesn’t have a care in the world. And she doesn’t.
Slowly, you let all of it take over. The thumping of the bass. The piercing loudness. Colors shining through every corner of the place. Everybody getting down together. Soon, you’re one with everything else. Losing yourself in the rhythm of the entire place.
Before you knew it, you were running back and forth to the table and the dance floor. Taking shot after shot. After your fourth one, while you were sitting at the table, still trying to catch your breath, you saw Jaafar walk in from a distance.
Your entire world stopped. And suddenly the alcohol was getting to you a little more than it was five seconds ago.
He looked as handsome as he did the day you met him. Except this time, more grown. More manly. It was a weirdly nice feeling to see him. But that’s what terrified you most.
You quickly downed your fifth shot, sprinting back onto the dance floor. Trying to avoid the fact that every feeling you were suppressing just came back up to bite you in the ass. And it had no intention of going away.
You tried your best to dance it off, focusing on the music and your friend in front of you. But he was there in the back of your mind.
“I’m pretty sure I saw Jaafar walk in!” You yelled to your friend. Her jaw dropped, forming into an excited smile. “Omg! Really? When?” She asked eagerly. “Just now.” You yelled, in a blander tone than before.
“Well, come on! We have to go find him.” She presses. “I think I’m going to stay here for now. You can go find him for us!” Her smile drops a little, making an almost playful frowning face. “Are you sure?” You nodded plainly, not wanting to draw any further suspicion to yourself.
“Okay! Just come find us whenever you’re ready.” You nodded once more, forcing a smile. But the second she took off, it was wiped off your face real quick. Seeing him in person again, like this, opened up something inside you that began eating away at you. And it was slowly becoming unbearable.
Instead of doing what your friend said, you chose to keep taking more and more shots. Before you had even realized, you lost count. You were just trying to drown any thoughts of Jaafar down with all the alcohol you could.
Fumbling over back to the table, you could almost barely keep yourself upright. You stayed there for a while until your friend finally came back around. And she was with Jaafar too. Looking up as they walked up to you, you could feel yourself get hot just from Jaafar’s present. Probably looking a mess right now. Hardly stable enough to walk.
“Hi Jaafar,” you say, eyes low, mouth parted slightly. His eyebrow raised a bit—concerned with your state of being, giving your friend a look. “Hey..” he said in a worried tone. “You okay?” The question made you grin a loose goofy smile. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You say sarcastically.
Your friend stepped in, “How many shots have you had tonight?” She asked. You shrugged carelessly, your heavy-lidded eyes not even making eye contact with hers. “Okay girl, I think you’ve had enough for one night.” She says, grabbing your body, wrapping your arm over her shoulder.
She nudges her head towards Jaafar, signaling him to get your other arm. Gradually they both carry your limp body outside the club. “I’m going to leave you guys to it.” Your friend states. “Make sure to get her home safely Jaafar,” She adds. “I’ll call you tomorrow to see how you’re doing okay?” She says, patting you on the back gently before walking back into the club. Jaafar gives a soft smile, “Thanks!” He shouts.
“Okay,” he says aloud, more to himself—like he’s trying to strategize what to do from here and how to get you home. You guys began walking further away from the club, far enough that it was less busy where you were now and you could just see enough of the club to know where it was still.
Before Jaafar could realize—caught up in his own world, you had left his side while you two were walking, stumbling down the sidewalk. Snapping back to reality Jaafar ran after to you, catching you just in time before you fell.
“Let’s get you seated for right now. It’s probably best you rest for a moment,” he said in a cautious tone. You made the same goofy smile like before as he gently placed you down on the ground, your back against a brick wall.
Jaafar stood up, looking around, still strategizing a plan up in his mind. “Can I trust you out of my sight for a few minutes?” He said out loud, asking it more as a rhetorical question than a serious one.
A few seconds a silence before he says, “I’m gonna go get my car and bring it over here okay? Stay here please.” Jaafar looked at you, waiting for some kind of response. You leisurely nodded your head, not even looking back up at him.
“I’ll be quick! Don’t worry,” he assured, immediately taking off. Sprinting back in the direction of where you guys came from. It wasn’t long before he was no longer visible. You sighed, your head pounding relentlessly. Closing your eyes, a few minutes went by. And it started to feel like forever, before you felt a nauseous sensation in your throat.
Getting up instantly, you aimed for the dead grass, puke flowing out of you. Spitting the last little bit of it out as you heard a car pull up behind you. Jaafar jumped out of the car right away, noticing as you were crouching over in a discomfort.
Running over to you, “Hey, you okay?” He asked, gently grabbing your shoulders to bring you towards the car. You wiped your mouth carelessly, nodding your head once again, letting out what sounded like an inhuman groan. Jaafar’s touched tightened a bit, your head lazily finding its way to Jaafar’s shoulder as you walked towards the car.
Opening the door, Jaafar helped you in. Making sure you got each leg in at a time, then the rest of you as well before shutting the car door. Rushing around the car, hopping into the driver’s seat.
“I’ll get you home as soon as possible,” he said, turning the car on. Putting his seat belt on, looking over as your head leaned against the window, eyes barely half open. He smiled softly before taking off.
A few minutes in, it was quite silent. You could barely move without feeling a fatigue. Jaafar wasn’t paying much attention, focusing on the road ahead. Your head did feel slightly better, but you still didn’t feel good as a whole. You didn’t live far though, so it wouldn’t be too long of a wait.
But you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol talking or the fact that Jaafar was still the sweet handsome gentleman you’d always known since you were a kid that made you feel some type of way. Like you wanted to burst out, and let everything you had been holding back all these years go finally.
Arriving at your house, Jaafar opened your door, catching you as you were about to fall. He helped you out the same way he helped you in, shutting the door behind you. Walking you to the door, “Do you have your keys?” You silently nodded, slowly moving your purse in front of you, searching around for your keys.
Hearing a jingle, you pulled them out, handing them to Jaafar. “Okay..” he said hesitantly, taking them, trying to find the key to the door. Juggling that while still holding you upright.
Finally finding it, he inserted it into the lock. Turning it to the right, opening the door with one hand while still holding you in the other. You both walked in, Jaafar closing the door and locking it from the inside.
“I’ll get you upstairs to your room, then we can go from there.” He said. You let out a soft “okay,” not paying much mind to what was actually being said. Too tired and disoriented.
Jaafar got you up the stairs into your room, letting you lead the way. You instantly collapsed onto the bed. The soft cushioning comforter hitting your back, letting out a relived exhale. Jaafar walked up, now standing above your exhausted body.
“Want me to get you some water for right now?” He asked. You smiled, your eyes closed. “That’d be nice,” you said quietly.
Jaafar didn’t say another word. Walking to the end of the bed, he took your heels off. The sudden action made you jump a little inside, your eyes opening slowly for a moment. Looking down at Jaafar who wasn’t aware you were watching.
The dim light shined against his tall silhouette, his soft hands gently holding each of your ankles as he took off your heels. You couldn’t stare for too long before he’d notice, so you slowly closed your eyes once again.
The silence of his absence crept in, the feel of his touch lingering a little too long, and suddenly you had enough consciousness to hear the pounding of your heart inside your chest. It was beating like it was screaming to get out—it needed to get out.
Everything felt small. Your palms were becoming sweaty. And your stomach started turning.
You got up with the little to no stability you had. Making your way out of your room, down the stairs. Holding onto the railing, trying to gain any momentum from yourself. Everything still spinning a bit.
Heading into the living room, near the kitchen, you saw Jaafar. He was grabbing a glass from the cabinet. The sight of his simple action was enough to make any sense you had regained leave you just as fast.
You stumbled in a bit—less unannounced than you would’ve liked. Making your presence very known. Jaafar quickly turned his head in your direction. His eyes catching you immediately. He set down the glass and hurried to your side.
You suddenly got defensive, “Jaafar! Please, I’m okay. I can take care of myself,” you said combatively.
“Well not right now. You’re unstable,” he said calmly.
“Still, I’m not a child,” you argued.
Jaafar raised an eyebrow as he continued to help you to the couch, his face a bit in confusion. Seating you down, he sat across from you on a stool cushion. “What’s all this about?” He questioned in some bewilderment. “Nothing,” you blatantly replied. Avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Jaafar didn’t say anything more, getting up and going back to what he was originally doing. You didn’t turn your head, didn’t look up, didn’t even move. But you could hear as he silently walked back into the kitchen, grabbing the glass and pouring the water into it.
You felt a bit of guilt wash over you for acting so rude so abruptly—with no explanation either. He calmly walked back into the living room area, seating himself in the same place he did before.
Now handing you the water, he didn’t look angry but he wasn’t smiling either. Instead just had that soft look he always does.
Slowly taking a sip, you held the glass in your hands that were resting against your lap. Fidgeting with your fingers, still avoiding eye contact. Keeping them strictly down at the glass in your hands.
Jaafar ran his hands over his knees, up to his thighs, exhaling deeply. You set the glass down on the floor, leaning back against the couch cushion.
His eyes shot up to you, both of your eyes catching one another. It was less than a second before you aimed your eyes elsewhere. But you could still feel his eyes piercing through you like he was trying to read your every thought that you couldn’t say out loud.
His glare continued to burn through you for a few moments longer before you broke the silence.
“Jaafar,” you said weakly. His eyes softened now along with his expression. “Yes?” He replied softly. You turned your head again slowly, looking away from him. “Y’know freshmen year,” you said. He nodded, a small “mhm,” leaving him.
You sighed, your head running a mile a minute. Practically going fuzzy at this point—blank. “Why did you randomly get distant after a while?”
Jaafar froze, a bit speechless as to where this was all going. “What?” He said quietly. You inhaled, your breath shaky. Your eyes filled with tears. You could feel that lump in your throat appearing. “After..” you paused, “after freshmen year.”
“Well,” Jaafar stated, pausing without finishing his sentence.
“Well?” You replied eagerly.
“Nothing. I don’t know,” he said, downplaying his response.
You stared blankly for a moment, thinking of what to even say, trying to keep yourself from crying. But you failed miserably, a few tear drops falling from your eyes. You moved your arms into a position as if you were giving yourself a hug.
Jaafar wiped your tears, and you closed your eyes slowly. “Hey, it’s okay.” He said gently. “What is it? You can tell me. Always.”
Taking a deep breath, you looked back down at your lap once again. “I loved you Jaafar,” you murmured. Jaafar’s hand slowly left your face, his expression dropping and his face went blank—like he had just seen a ghost.
Your eyes welled up again, “I still do,” you added. Jaafar stared, staying still as ever like he couldn’t fathom the words coming out of your mouth. “Please say something,” you shuddered.
“I always liked you,” he said bluntly, “loved..” he said in a quieter tone, correcting himself.
His words sobered you up fast. They were the last thing you thought you’d be hearing—tonight right here, right now like this.
“You loved me?” you queried hesitantly.
“Love,” he said.
“Oh,” you replied, going silent quickly.
“This wasn’t how I imagined telling you,” he admitted. “That makes us two of us,” you butted in before letting him finish. Jaafar hummed softly, exhaling deeply. His face now in his hands, “I only got distant because I had feelings for you,” he said, ashamed sounding.
“What..?” You halted, “Why?”
“Because,” Jaafar began, pausing for a brief moment, “I didn’t know how to handle it all and I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I really liked us being friends and I knew you’d never think of me that way, especially then,” he said, looking down at the ground between his feet. “so the best thing to do felt like just distancing,” he concluded.
“Jaafar..” you whispered. “You could’ve told me,” you noted, voice softening.
“I know,” he acknowledged. “Looking back now, I should’ve just talked to you about it, despite whatever was holding me back from doing so,” he paused a second. “I’m sorry.”
“No, Jaafar. You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s okay. I promise,” you reassured. “We were both young and immature.”
“I guess so,” he murmured. “But I always regretted it, because I ended up losing you altogether and it was my fault. I pushed you away all because I was afraid of my own feelings,” he scolded himself for.
“Jaafar, please don’t beat yourself up,” you remarked, gently grazing his knee with your hand. “It’s in the past, and right now is all that matters,” you said.
“You were always so kind to me though, y’know?” He stated, fidgeting with his hands, keeping his eyes low. “you never cared about any of the stuff others did,” he continued, “you actually cared about me for who I was.”
“Well, of course,” you said gladly. “I loved your personality; how sweet you were, always looking out for others, never selfish. You were fun to be around and talk to. And the way you’d smile while talking gave me a sense of comfort,” you rambled on, forgetting you were saying all of this aloud. “It was honestly everything about you.”
Snapping back to reality, realizing all that you just admitted out loud, you looked at Jaafar who was looking right back at you with wide eyes.
“That sounded a bit creepy, didn’t it?” You asked, embarrassed.
Jaafar’s wide eyed, stunned expression softened slowly. His eyes crinkling and his mouth shifting, now ear-to-ear smiling. “No, not at all actually,” he said assuringly.
Unexpectedly, you felt a weird sensation in your throat leading to your mouth, your body getting tensely hot. Your hand flew to your mouth, heaving once, sprinting up and running over to the kitchen sink.
You retched, shoulders hunched. Jaafar near behind you, pulling back any hair or any loose accessories in the way. After a few moments, you felt rid of anything more. Running the water from the sink, you put your mouth underneath to get rid of the acidic aftertaste left in your mouth.
Exhaling deeply, with an exhausted expression. You wiped your mouth turning around to notice that Jaafar had been right behind you, realizing he had just witnessed you puking.
“Oh my gosh!” You blurted out, embarrassment flooding your face. Cheeks red and eyes wide. “I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed. Jaafar let out a small laugh, “it’s okay,” he said, “no big deal.”
“Are you sure?” You asked. “Yeah, it happens,” he reassured. You walked back towards the couch—still embarrassed with yourself—picking up the glass of water. Jaafar followed behind once again. Turning around, you paused in place for a second.
“Jaafar,” you murmured quietly. “Hm?” Jaafar responded with.
“Could I ask you something?” You said. “Something you might say no to, which is okay,” Jaafar tensed up a little, “Yeah? What is it?” He asked.
You sighed, hesitant, “Would you mind.. spending the night?” Jaafar’s tension immediately eased into relief after hearing your question. “Of course,” he said, smiling. “Okay, good!” you said, relieved as well by his answer.
You lead the way by walking up the stairs, Jaaffar on your tail. Reaching your bedroom, you both entered in, shutting the door behind you. Jaafar stood aimlessly in the middle of the room, unsure of where to be. You walked over to your window, closing the blinds, making sure everything was secure.
“Do you have any blankets or somethin’ to lay down on the ground?” Jaafar asked quietly.
You went silent for a few seconds before responding, returning to your bed, sitting down. “Well,” you said, “I was kinda thinking you could sleep.. with me,” Jaafar’s eyebrows raised a smidge, his mouth going dry, taken aback from your implication.
“That’s only if you’re comfortable with that obviously,” you added. Jaafar nodded silently, “I’m okay with that, as long as you are,” he said. “Yeah,” you replied softly, avoiding sounding like you were pressuring him.
Jaafar maneuvered himself over to the right side of your bed, sitting down. You dimmed the light a tad more, not turning it off entirely just yet. Pulling out the covers to get in underneath.
“You can lay down,” you offered.
Jaafar awkwardly did as you said, lying down on top of the covers, his head resting on the pillow as he looked straight up.
“What’s wrong?” You questioned.
Jaafar turned his head towards you to find your entire body facing toward him unlike what he was doing. “Nothing,” he stated blankly. “You sure?” Jaafar nodded, “mhm,”
Your eyes focused in on him. The way his mind looked like it was racing a mile a minute with thoughts. His mouth wanting to say everything his head was telling him not to.
You sighed, getting cut off by Jaafar’s voice.
“You feeling okay though?”
You were quiet before speaking, “yeah,”
“Any better?” He followed up. “A bit,” you replied. “But it’ll probably hit me tomorrow morning,” Jaafars smiled, “True,” he said.
The room then filled with silence, too much noise in each of your guy’s heads to make out anything more. Jaafar finally turned his body towards you, both of you facing each other. You both kept your eyes on one another, studying intently. Every word was lying right behind those eyes of his as they pierced through you.
Finally, you broke the silence, “Jaafar,” you said. “Yes?” He immediately replied. “Do you wanna talk more about everything tomorrow?” Jaffar gave you a soft smile, like your words had just summarized everything his mind had been racing about. “I’d like that,” he muttered.
You reciprocated the same soft smile back to him. His hand slowly finding yours, grabbing ahold of it, his thumb brushing along the surface of your skin. The simple gesture sending a warm safe feeling to you.
Without another word, you lowered your eyelids, slowly beginning to shut. The last thing you saw being the man you loved all these years lying just across from you, safely beside you and protecting you at all costs. Finally making the night and all these years worth it.
Summary: Michael is your now boyfriend, and he’s yet to see your pet frogs. But knowing all the wild animals he has as pets for himself, you’re confident and a bit nervous how he’ll react to your frogs—a pet he doesn’t have.
a/n: this is short and I know it’s been a minute since I’ve posted which I apologize! although if you'd like me to develop this further into a fic and you have some ideas for it then let me know, and I'd be happy to do so! also you can tell me if there's anything you'd want me to change to adjust to your liking or to make you more comfortable with it! @daniiibananiii
wc: 0.5k
warnings: having michael over for the first time, newly established relationship, use of a nickname
It was your first time inviting Michael over to your place since you both got together. You never mentioned it, but you had pet frogs. And a lot of them. A whole tabled section even dedicated to their habitat and space.
It never seemed to cross your mind to say anything. But once you made the decision to have him over, you realized he'd finally know you had them—he'd be seeing them.
At first it didn't bother you. You knew Michael was very sweet and accepting. He even had a whole zoo of his own with plenty of exotic animals, so you had nothing to worry about.
But your head got the best of you. Overthinking about what he might actually think. What if he thought owning frogs of all things was weird? Or boring? Or it'd say something bad about you?
Your mind rambled endlessly, thinking of all the possible negative things he might think deep down, even if he didn't say them aloud.
The second you heard the knock, you tensed up inside. What if it was super noticeable when he walked in? Would it stand out too much?
Walking up to the door, you slowly turned the knob, opening the door to see Michael standing there.
Tall. Well dressed. Smile bright. Some simple flowers in hand.
It was so Michael.
Except, you weren't expecting him to come so prepared for when he was only coming over for a bit.
"Hi Mike!" You greeted.
His smile brightening, "Hi, love! I brought you these," he said, handing you the small bouquet of flowers.
You scoffed, "Michael, you're so sweet. You really didn't have to," he shrugged his shoulders shyly. "It was no problem really, I wanted to. I saw them and thought you might like them."
"Well, they're beautiful," you said, signaling with your hand. "Come on in, please!" You insisted. "You look so nice, I'm sorry if I didn't dress up enough." You admitted.
“No! You look great. Don't worry. I probably overdid myself a bit with all this.” Michael exclaimed, running his hands along the leather on his chest.
Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak, you were quickly cut off by Michael gasping. "Ooh, what's that?" He questioned curiously. That was very Michael as well, always so curious about everything.
You exhaled, that nervous tension creeping up inside you again. "Oh that! That's my.. well they're my frogs." You said hesitantly.
"Frogs? You never told me you had frogs!" Michael exclaimed. Shrugging, "Oh really? I never noticed that I didn't say anything," you lied sheepishly.
Michael walked over to the terrariums, glancing around, exploring the area. "I've always wanted frogs y'know?" He mentioned. "Really?" You asked, surprised. "I didn't know you liked frogs."
"Oh, of course! They've always fascinated me." Michael asserted. You sighed a breath of relief, all your old worries easing out of your mind finally. "Me too. They're cool creatures, aren't they?"
"Yes! They surely are," Michael said, still investigating. "But you really like them?" You questioned with a sense of reluctance. "Yes! Why wouldn't I?" Michael interrogated.
"Well, I just thought you might've thought that I was like.." you paused, "weird or something for it," you confessed. Michael looked up instantly, snapping out of his curiosity suddenly, "Of course not, love! That's just silly," he reassured.
You exhaled, relieved with his answer.
"Since l've always wanted frogs, this can be a good addition to the family!" He said, smiling. "I like that idea,” you responded, kindly returning his smile.
Summary: Things were going strong and rightfully so with you and Jermajesty. And when you found out you were pregnant, both of you couldn’t be more astonished. You thought having the baby would bring you two closer. But you couldn’t have been further from the truth when the day came. Now, you both are trying to navigate the ups and downs of early parenthood without disrupting what you’ve already built together.
a/n: lowk hurt my heart to make Jermajesty say such insolent things.. and as much as I liked writing this, I’m not sure if I like how it turned out but I tried my best. hopefully it was what you had in mind. I hope you enjoy!! 💝 @youngrefugestar
wc: 2.9k
warnings: mdni, pregnancy, postpartum, parenting, bbd!jermajesty, arguing, crying, distress, emotional breakdown, comforting, baby is a girl, baby’s name is grace/gracie, very angsty, slight fluff, established relationship, use of nicknames, not proof read
Things had been perfect with you and Jermajesty. You were happy together. Never arguing. Always communicating through any and everything. It was your dream relationship. You couldn’t possibly ask for anything better.
Jermajesty loved you inside and out. He thought every part of you was beautiful, especially your body. That was his favorite part. You were already perfect as you were, but your body was a bonus to him. He loved it. Every curve. Every perfectly imperfect flaw. It completed you in every way.
He made you feel like you were a walking goddess. Always boosting your confidence—“My baby is so pretty.” Hyping you up any chance he got. He’d probably compliment you at least a hundred times a day. Never went a day without doing so. It was just a must need for him.
There wasn’t a second where you didn’t feel beautiful and loved around him. He’d defend you and your beauty with his life. If anyone made you feel less of yourself, he’d make sure to put that person in their place.
And that wasn’t even half of it.
You two were just the perfect couple. Neither of you could be any happier. Everything just clicked and made sense. Everyone knew it too. They’d boast about it as if it were their own relationship.
When you saw those two lines appear on the pregnancy test, you immediately ran to Jermajesty. Tears in your eyes as you showed him. He was just as shocked as you were.
“You’re lying, right?” He said at first. You shook your head, covering your mouth, still in pure shock. “No,” he said, still in denial. “Really?” All you could do was nod, keeping yourself from crying tears of joy. “No way!” He shouted, running up to you, wrapping his arms around you in an instant. “We’re having a baby!” He exclaimed.
That was one of the happiest days of your lives. It was the beginning of everything you had always wished for—a family. And you couldn’t have hoped to be doing it with anyone else other than Jermajesty. You always knew he’d be a wonderful dad. It was always one of his dreams.
Knowing you could give that dream to not just yourself, but him as well, made you feel whole. It was all you ever wanted. And it had finally happened. What more could you possibly want?
Everything throughout the nine months went fairly smoothly—more so with Jermajesty by your side. He was sweet as always of course, but especially with this; he made sure to take extra good care of you.
Always attending your needs. Any cravings you were wanting, he’d get you with no hesitation. Got rid of any thing that made you feel nauseous. Held your hair back whenever you had morning sickness. Went to every ultrasound appointment. Was beyond astounded when he found out you guys were going to have a babygirl.
He was everything and more.
When the day came and you went into labor, Jermajesty rushed you instantly to the hospital. Hurrying you into the hospital doors, getting you up to a room as soon as possible.
Throughout the entire time, he never let go of your hand. Not once. Still complimenting you even though you felt like a horrid goblin. Kissing your forehead. Reassuring you constantly—“You’re doing so well ma, ‘m so proud of you.”
It wasn’t easy. But it was much better with him at your side helping the best he could. It was a natural birth and your babygirl came out as healthy as can be which made you all the more grateful. Things were looking up in every direction.
That was all until the first week of finally being parents—when it all started. What you thought to be the best time for growing closer with Jermajesty since your baby was finally here was nothing like the reality of it all. Everything started to fall apart bit by bit.
The first few days weren’t everything you were hoping for but that felt normal. You knew it was all going to take some adjustments. Considering you had just brought new life into the world. Into your world.
But after some time, things continued to worsen. Your breasts were sore and full all the time. Your confidence plummeted, feeling more insecure than ever about yourself. Your body was no longer the same. Inside and out. Not that you didn’t know that, but you weren’t as prepared as you thought you were for it all to happen so suddenly. You got used to the changes during pregnancy, but after pregnancy was something else.
To also add onto it, you were always feeling anxious or depressed or sometimes both. And it was hard to get out of it. There wasn’t a flip a switch kind of button. You just felt rather helpless. This wasn’t what you imagined for yourself at all—you imagined anything but it.
And worst of all, you and Jermajesty had been distant and cold with one another, which was unlike you two.
Arguing more frequently. Always fussing over the baby. The compliments stopped. The gentleness. Reassurance. Happiness. Everything. All of it.
Now it was just silent treatment or attitude. Always aggravated over something. Sometimes he wouldn’t even come to bed with you. And if he did, he’d just be facing the over way like he wanted nothing to do with you.
Pure meanness everywhere. It was all so sudden. So random. It was hard to fathom even that this wasn’t just a bad dream that you couldn’t wake up from. You couldn’t wrap your head around that this was the reality of things.
None of it was like Jermajesty at all. The man you trusted enough with your body and to have your child, was now acting like a complete stranger. Like you never knew him to begin with.
And in a time like this is when you needed him most. His care. His love. His support. Now it was no longer to be found. Just like that.
You could barely bring yourself to get up with each passing down and push yourself to take care of Grace. It was hard enough to take care of yourself right now. And you were practically doing it alone with Jermajesty’s distance.
Everytime you tried to communicate with him, asking him nicely to go attend Gracie, he’d make up some random excuse to avoid doing it and even when you tried to push it, he’d lash out.
“I’ve got better things to do!”
“Leave me alone!”
“Gosh, do either of you ever shut up!”
It was beyond you to see him act that way. But what choice did you have? You had to get the baby taken care of one way or another. With or without Jermajesty.
Right now though, Grace was all that mattered. She came before you, Jermajesty or your guy’s relationship. But you couldn’t help to feel some resentment whenever you saw her. Wanting to burst into tears everytime you looked at her. But you held it in and kept yourself together. Trying your best not to fall apart any second.
With every day, it didn’t get any easier than the day prior. Hanging on by a thread at this point. You could feel you were close to your breaking point.
And that soon came, when you least expected it.
Resting your head on the pillow, Jermajesty was sitting in the room next door. Grace’s cries began echoing throughout the house, waking you from any chance you had of getting some sleep. Sighing tiredly, you slowly rised from your previous position, bringing yourself to get up.
You thought it might be worth a try to ask Jermajesty one more time. Gradually walking over to the other room, you saw Jermajesty sitting there on his computer, doing who knows what.
You inhaled hesitantly before speaking, “Jer, could you please go check on Gracie.” He didn’t turn. Didn’t nudge. Just let out a cold bitter. “Busy.” But you weren’t going to take that for an answer.
“No, Jermajesty. I’m not feeling well. I’m just asking you this once to go check on her. Please.” You asserted, using the tiny bit of patience you had left. Jermajesty finally turned, an annoyed expression on his face. “I told you I’m busy. Not right now.” He said keenly.
You raised your arms, placing them on your hips. “Jermajesty I don’t feel like arguing with you right now. Just go. That’s all I’m asking of you.”
He raised from his seat in an angrily fashion, “You never want to leave me alone, do you? All you’ve done since the baby came along is nag me. I’m sick of it. I wish we wouldn’t have kept her! She’s ruining everything!” He violently yelled, storming out of the house, slamming the door shut before you could even utter another word.
You were left beyond speechless, tears flooding your eyes. Still trying to process everything that you just witnessed. His harsh words hit deep like a knife to the heart. And his quick absence left a lasting mark. A terribly cold one.
It felt like you had just had a horrid nightmare and this was the part where you woke up to find it was nothing more than that. But you didn’t. This was real. This just happened.
Your body felt limp and your heart heavy. Grace’s cries reverberating as you stood there numb. Swallowing hard like there was a stone in your throat, you sluggishly walked over to Grace’s room. Gently lifting up her small body, tears still in your eyes. Shushing her as you rocked her body softly.
It wasn’t long before you broke down into tears, continuing to rock her, your hands trembling alongside her being. You sobbed quietly, kneeling to the ground. As Grace saw your tears fall, hers seemed to stop in a matter of seconds. Like your pain overpowered hers, and she could feel it.
“I’m so sorry Gracie. I didn’t want things to be like this. It isn’t your fault. I wish I could be a better mother. I’m sorry.” You wept, venting aloud to yourself. Grace reached out her little arm, trying to reach out to you. Through blurry vision, you leaned in. She touched your face, gently grabbing your nose. You let out a soft laugh through a sob.
“I love you so much sweet girl.” You said quietly. Holding her close, hugging her tightly for a sense of comfort. And it was comforting. Feeling her warmth against your chest. Your creation. Whom you loved dearly. More than anything in the world.
But it was still lonely inside.
Finally, you leisurely arose from your kneeling position, holding Grace near. Your tears slowly letting up. Walking over to your room, you laid down on the bed, Grace laying her body on your chest. You rubbed soothingly on her backside—a circle pattern until she fell asleep.
Hours passed. No word from Jermajesty. Grace had been fast asleep in her crib now. She was fed, changed, read to, everything. It was finally peace and quiet for the night. You waited an hour more to see if Jermajesty would come home.
But he didn’t.
No call. No text. Nothing.
You didn’t stress it for the night. It was probably good for you two to have some time apart. Cool off from all the tension. He’d come back when he’s ready. He was a grown man. He didn’t need babysitting. It wasn’t your responsibility right now.
Three days had now passed. Still nothing heard from Jermajesty. You brushed it off the first day and a half but it wasn’t until yesterday night that you began to worry. Today you had even left a few messages and called him twice. Trying not to come off as annoying but you were really starting to worry about him.
Jermajesty, where are you?
Are you okay?
Please let me know if you’re safe.
A few more hours had now gone by. You had now called three more times along with sending five more messages. And it wasn’t until eleven at night that you heard keys outside and saw the doorknob turn to find Jermajesty walk through the door. You jumped off the couch instantly as he shut the door behind him. And just as you were about to open your mouth, you noticed something.
For the first time in three weeks, he didn’t look so exasperated. His face was still and calm. Eyebrows softened, eyes lowered. Lips quivering just a tad. You wanted to raise your voice. Wanted to shout and yell at the top of your lungs.
But instead you looked at him, a tired look on your face and walked up to him steadily. His heaving chest right in front of you. Your eyes slowly found their way up to his. Staring deeply into his eyes, all you could do was hug him. You were far too exhausted to be mad. And the last thing you needed was more arguing and hurtful words being said.
He was sweaty. Body tense. Shoulders hunched.
A bit shaky all around.
For a moment he just stood there blankly until his arms found his way around your body. Finally easing himself into you. Hugging you tightly. Both of you holding there for a while before he broke the silence.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured.
Your eyes opened, widening at the sudden words. Arms still snug around him, you couldn’t grasp any response at the moment. Before you could even get an actual word out, your eyes filled with tears. And they slowly started to fall.
Letting out a weak sob, Jermajesty pulled away quickly, holding each of your shoulders with his hands. A concerned look on his face, “Hey, hey. Baby no, please don’t cry. I’m so sorry.” He said eagerly, pulling you back close into his arms. “I’ve been such an asshole. I know that.”
You couldn’t get any words out still.
Only loud weeping.
“Really, there’s no excuse for my actions. I don’t know why I’ve been acting like I have. You don’t deserve that. Neither of you do.” He anxiously said, his heart beating fast against your ear. “It’s unforgivable. It truly is. And I know I’ve been away.” He paused, breath shaky. “The second I walked out the door, I was filled with regret. It was unbelievable what I said to you. I realized then, I needed to get my shit together.”
Jermajesty’s voice quivered, tears now flooding his eyes as well. You pulled back, glaring up at him. He made a smiley frowning look with his face, wiping the streaming tears from under your eyes. “I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He whispered softly. “I don’t want to lose you or Gracie. I’m ready now.” He paused once again, his eyes wandering elsewhere. “I’m sorry it took me so long to be.”
Your arms trailed up his body, your hands finding his face. Gently caressing the side of his cheek, his eyes softening as they turned towards you. “I missed you.” You muttered quietly. Hugging him once again tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck. “And I do forgive you. Thank you for your apology.”
“No baby, I should be thanking you. You’ve been practically doing it all on your own. That’s not fair. I know you’ve been feeling out of it lately too with your postpartum. I should’ve been there to step in when you needed me.” He noted, gently brushing his hand over your head.
“It’s okay Jer, really. I promise.” You assured.
“Are you sure ma?” He asked hesitantly.
Pulling away from him, “Yes, I’m sure. I’m just glad you’re safe. I was getting worried.” You consoled. “But can things go back to the way they were before between us?”
“Yes baby! Of course. I miss that a lot.” He declared.
Your features softened at last, the corners of your mouth twitching upward, your face lighting up with joy. “Me too,” you said softly.
“Would you like to see Gracie?” You asked quietly.
“Of course, yes!” Jermajesty whispered in an excited tone. “Okay! Follow me, but we have to be quiet. She’s sleeping.” You informed him, taking his hand in yours. Leading him into Grace’s room.
Opening the door to her room, there was a small soft lamp on, purple flower wallpaper all over. Walking up to the brim of her crib, peering over at her resting body. Jermajesty beamed. “She’s so beautiful,” he whispered. “Just like you baby.”
You smiled, blushing from his kind words that you missed hearing. Jermajesty’s expression dimmed a bit, “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this sweet angel,” he said, regret lingering in his voice. “Hey, it’s okay baby. Don’t blame yourself,” you comforted. “What’s important is that you’re here now, realizing your mistakes. And now being present to enjoy each moment.”
Jermajesty inhaled, his breath shaky once again. Looking over to you, giving you a soft gaze, “Thank you sweetheart,” he said, you began inching over to him. He paused, taking another deep breath in. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you. I’m so lucky to have you here with me. And Gracie too. I’m grateful for you both.” He admitted.
Inching even closer to him, your hand holding the side of his face, lips just about touching. “I love you,” he muttered. Your eyes gazed into his, a soft smile appearing on your lips, your mouth parting just a tad. “I missed hearing that,” you said. “I missed saying it,” he replied.
Instantly, you closed the space between you two with a hungry kiss—making all of it worth it in the end. To finally feel his love again.
“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.” - Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009)
anyone who wants to drop a fic idea, blurb idea, headcanons, etc I’m all ears because I need stuff that will get my brain going, so please do share any and everything!! (I’m desperate) the main people I’m writing for rn are michael, jaafar and jermajesty ALSO any ideas you have even if they feel either really basic or really extreme don’t be afraid to share because I’m genuinely open to mostly whatever so no judgement 🙂↕️
Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jemajesty, have been taking things slow sexually wise for the most part. He was never pushy and always respected your wishes. Until after a little incident tempts him and he can’t wait any longer, getting you a bit out of your comfort zone.
a/n: okay I lowk lied (to anyone who saw my last post) I got this idea and started it before the other but I promise I’m making the other one as well. Need to get back in the flow of writing anyway. This one is less intense but still seasoned!
wc: 2.4k
warnings: mdni, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, loss of virginity, very slight choking, praising, slight masturbation, mutual orgasm, aftercare, established relationship, use of nicknames, soft-dom/sub-jermajesty, soft-dom/sub reader, not proof read
The warm water washed over you once more just before you turned it off. Stepping out, the cold frigid air hit your wet warm skin, sending shivers up your spine. Swiftly, you grabbed a towel, lounging it around your body. Snuggly tucking it in, firm and form-fitting around your figure before stepping out the bathroom.
Just outside the bathroom, into your dimlit bedroom, you found Jermajesty sitting against the head board underneath the covers. Neither of you paid any mind to one another as you entered the room. Instead taking care of whatever you both were doing.
You mindlessly moseyed around the room a bit before finally opening your dresser to find some clothes. Bending over intently, digging around for what you were exactly looking for.
Jermajesty glanced over, to find just the rim of your ass peeking out. His breath hitched from the sight. You hadn’t noticed, still mindlessly rummaging through your clothing in the drawers.
But the more you rummaged, the further more you bent down, now exposing a visible view to the space between your thighs. And Jermajesty was seeing every bit of it. He froze in place, like his mind and body were now fighting between looking away and giving in.
You had not one clue of the fact your entire backside was practically exposed out in the open. Finally, you had found the clothing you were looking for buried under all the other pieces. Enthusiastically, you stood up straight now, sighing in relief after making up a sweat just to find some clothes. Still clueless to what you had just revealed.
You laid the pair of clean clothes on your dresser as you ambled back into the bathroom for a quick moment. Coming back out, now with a lotion bottle in hand. Raising your right leg up on the flat surface of the dresser, you squeezed some lotion out onto your leg. Massaging the lotion into your skin.
You continued on doing so. It wasn’t until you were almost halfway done with your left leg that you had caught a glimpse of Jermajesty in the mirror on the dresser. He was quiet. Too quiet. His eyes were low, almost shut. And you then saw strange motions were coming from underneath the comforter of the bed.
An audible gasp left your throat as you stopped all that you were doing that second. Turning around in a hurry, yelling “Jermajesty!” like you were confronting him.
You kind of were.
His eyes shot up to you, freezing once again. Grabbing the covers in an instant to pull them up as if it wasn’t already obvious what was going on.
“What are you doing!?” You shouted.
“I’m- uh..” he stuttered, speechless to know how to respond to the sudden shock of getting caught.
You hurriedly walked over to him, grabbing the covers he had just tried to cover the evidence with, pulling it completely off. Exposing his embarrassment of getting caught red-handed.
“I’m sorry!” He yelped immediately in a helpless voice. Trying to sound convincing that he was actually sorry for what he had done. “I can explain baby. I swear!”
“Start talking then.” You demanded.
“You walked out and the towel..” he paused, his agape like he was trying to find the words.
“Well it was just fitting you in all the right places. And while you were finding your clothes in the drawer, your whole ass and everything was out.” He admitted. “I just couldn’t help myself!”
You sighed, this time a sigh of disapproval. “You know better though Jer.” A look of disappointment from you stung through him.
“I’m sorry baby! Really, I am. I promise I won’t do something like this again.” He exclaimed.
You shook your head slightly, your eyes catching a quick sighting of his cock. The look of it made you shudder inside, catching you entirely off guard. Jermajesty registered your eyes and the way they were lingering a little too long.
He knew.
The real reason you had avoided going all the way like that for so long was because of Jermajesty’s size. It intimidated you. Scared you a tad even. Made you feel sort of insecure. And he knew deep down. It was always written all over your face even without you admitting a single word.
Before another movement could take place, “Please..” he whispered. You stopped all at once like you were suddenly paralyzed.
“Please what?” You asked quietly.
Jermajesty hesitated for a moment. “Can we..” he began suggesting. You already knew.
“No, we can’t Jer.” You said.
“But please baby! We can go slow. I promise I’ll go so slow. If it hurts at all then we can stop immediately.” He pleaded.
Your eyes softened. You had never seen Jermajesty this desperate for something before. Just by the look on his face and the ache in his voice, you could tell this had been eating away at him for a while. He’d been needing this a lot longer than you thought.
Jermajesty had always been patient when it came to waiting for you to be ready. Never pressuring you into feeling like you had to or else. And he surely never made you feel ashamed for it either. If anything, he’d make you feel even more confident despite you being afraid. He never put you down.
Cupping his face in the palm of your hand, you placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Okay, fine. We can, on my command though.” You agreed sternly.
“Yes, of course baby.” He replied, his sad shining eyes now gleaming with joy. You gave him a small smile as you slowly unwrapped your towel. Letting it then fall to the ground. Your bare body standing before him.
His eyes wandered upon each piece of you as if it was the first time he had seen you naked before. A low exhale left him. “You’re so beautiful ma.” He whispered. You smiled softly, a little flustered by his words, per usual. He always knew what to say.
Carefully, you got onto the bed. Facing towards Jermajesty. He perked himself higher up against the headboard, watching as you moved closer to him. Inches away.
Now hovering just above his lap. The tension of your heat and his cock was spiraling through you. And just by the look of Jermajesty you could tell he was taut. From either excitement or nervousness. Maybe both.
Your heart pounded through your chest like it might burst out of you. Glaring down at his cock, you gulped to yourself, tensing up. Your body shook slightly as you got into your head.
He was big. That was an understatement. He was huge. You were so sure that you wouldn’t be able to handle it. Not that much. But you couldn’t throw in the towel. Not now. Not like this. It was going to happen sooner or later anyway so it was time finally.
Plus, it did actually turn you on a bit the way he was so big and yet being so needy for you. All of that is just for you. Only you. It made your head spin a little. But you had to focus.
Placing your hands on each one of Jermajesty’s shoulders, you gave him the look, nodding gently to let you know you were giving him the green light. He slowly lined himself up with your entrance, his tip grazing the wetness of your heat. Naturally, you lightly jumped at the feel.
Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, your heart still pounding through you. “I’ll go slow,” Jermajesty said quietly as he began pushing his tip further in. You nodded as your eyes were still shut, gasping at the pressure of him going further.
Gradually, he pushed you down little by little. Each inch of him disappearing within you. As he was just half way down, Jermajesty let out a soft whine. “God. You’re so tight ma,” he said as if he might let himself go right then and there.
He pushed slightly more, your body jerking suddenly. Instantly, he stopped. “What is it? What’s wrong baby?” He urged, concerned. You sighed, breathless. “Jer, I don’t think I can. It’s too..” you paused, hesitating for a second.
“It’s too big.” You admitted. A little ashamed of yourself especially after saying it aloud. He looked at you like he could die right there. “Please sweetheart. I’ve been needing to feel you for so long. We can’t give up now.” The way he used the word we made you feel a bit better. Safer with your decision to keep going. Without another second, “Okay..” you sighed.
He gave you a tender smile. “That’s my girl.” He said softly, placing a kiss to your lips. As you melted into it, Jermajesty pushed in deeper, causing you to moan into his mouth. He broke away, his mouth agape. “Fuck.. you feel so good.” He said in a susurration voice.
With a last small push, you sunk down on him entirely now, both of you letting out pitiful moans. “You did it baby. Good job. I knew you could.” He extolled, making your cheeks flush.
With both hands now on your hips, Jermajesty began leisurely rocking your hips back and forth. The sensation earning a small whimper from you.
Helping you find a rhythm, he pushed along your hips, each time a little harder than the last. “You’re so tight mama.” He exhaled into you. Letting go as you kept on, using the rhythm he helped you attain. Holding it in place as your hips rolled.
Moving your hands down his chest to right above his abdomen, you arched your a back a tad as you felt the tip of his cock graze your g spot. A moan escaping your mouth. Jermajesty forced his hips upward, hitting the spot even harder, making you scratch your nails against his chest.
“Jer.. don’t, please. It’s already enough as it is.” You admit, overwhelmed by the feeling. Jermajesty smirked, “You look good when you’re all bewildered over my cock deep inside you.”
Just from those words alone, it made you wet. You gently squeezed around him for a moment, which earned a low growl from Jermajesty. “Fuck.. just like that baby. Don’t stop.” He muttered softly.
You did as he said, rolling your hips sloppily as you felt every little bit of him inside you. With that, you began picking up the pace. Jermajesty slowly dragged his hands up to your waist, keeping them there for a short moment as he looked up at you.
Your body riding against his, he then slid his right hand up to your throat. Putting some pressure on it, just enough to get your attention. You brought your gaze down to him, both of you now locking eyes. He gradually brought his face up to yours.
Stopping right at your mouth, listening closely to the small moans leaving it. He turned his face then towards you, looking straight at you again. Leaving a hungry kiss to your lips, keeping his hand around your throat.
“You look so pretty ridin’ me like this ma.” He said, a small moan catching in his throat. You desperately kissed him quick enough to make him forget about any next thing he was going to say.
Your mouth left his, wet and still burning for more. But it was overtaken by the knot forming in your stomach. “Je- Jer.. I’m getting close,” you exhaled. “I know baby. I am too.”
You started rutting your hips faster, the knot growing stronger. Feeling your walls begin to squeeze him more and more. Jermajesty took his left free hand, placing his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard enough to stimulate you. A guttural moan left your mouth.
You tightened around him, squeezing him hard. Clamping your eyes shut. “No, look at me when you cum!” Jermajesty demanded. Forcing your head towards him, you opened your eyes, your mouth naturally falling open. “Fu- fuck.. Jermajesty, I’m gonna-” You trembled.
Jermajesty groaned in sync with you as you let out one last loud deep moan into the humid air. Squeezing around him one last final time as well like you were a vise. Feeling as he released inside you, his seed coating your walls.
Letting out a shaky breath, sweat dripped down your forehead. Jermajesty exhaled alongside you, catching his breath too. And just as you were finally collect yourself from coming down, he placed his hands on your hips pushing them forward once again for you, making you cry out.
Collapsing onto him, your sweaty bodies sticking to one another. Jermajesty gently wiped your hair out of your face, caressing the side of your cheek soothingly. Lightly kissing your forehead, “You did so good for me sweetheart. Took it so well.” He said softly.
You respired deeply, letting a small shudder. Your body frail and tired. Not ever used to this kind of penetration. A weak whine left you, Jermajesty shushing you faintly, “I know baby. I know.”
Exhaustion took over your body, going limp completely onto Jermajesty. He felt the weight of you melt into him. “It’s okay, I’ll take care of you now ma. I’ll run you a nice warm bath and get you all cleaned up.” He said in a low voice. You hummed in a pleasant tone in response.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” He added. Steadily, he turned his body. Getting up, he picked you up with him. Bringing you back towards the bathroom.
Placing you down, your back against the end side of the tub. He turns the water on, finding the right temperature with his fingers before putting in the drain stopper. Grabbing the body wash soap, he pours it through the running water. Slowly the bath fills with foamy bubbles.
You ease your body, watching as the tension from yourself morphs into relaxation. A low hum of relief leaves you as you soak in the warm bubbly water. Jermajesty smiles softly. “Feels good ma?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “Mhmm,” you hum back to him.
“I’m glad,” he says.
“I may be sore now Jer, but I’ll get back at you for this.” You tease, barely getting much energy out of your voice. Jermajesty snickered to himself. “Yeah, yeah. Okay,” he taunts. “Let’s just get you taken care of for now baby.” He says, leaving another kiss to your forehead.
Soaking into the water, you grabbed his hand gently. Rubbing the skin soothingly in circles with your thumb, quietly beaming back at him.
okay.. new little obsession unlocked? maybe. but this might finally get me out of hibernation cause I’m feeling inspired lowk 🙂↕️ is anyone interested in a jermajesty fanfic cs I have a lil possessive fic idea that is juice ngl and I think it might interest some people but I don’t know honestly lmk 😪 and for anyone who is in fact interested, throw some ideas at me as well (they don’t have to be for jermajesty only)
The distant sound of crying can suddenly be heard throughout the house, coming from your daughter's bedroom. A deep exhale is let out, as you had just sat down to take a moment and drink some tea to soothe your mind. Your body aches, your feet are becoming swollen, your breasts are sore and your back is killing you.
With a little wince of pain, you get up and walk over to her room, opening the door to look down at the crib. She's wailing and you don’t know what for. You’ve done everything you can. Changing diapers. Breastfeeding her. Giving her baby food. Playing with her. Rocking her. Gave her a bath. Everything. And you thought it was finally over when she fell asleep but you obviously thought wrong.
Cradling your arms under her small being, you lift her up to hold her near. Rocking her once again, you shushed her gently, humming a soft lullaby in hopes she’d quiet down. Gratefully with only a minute or two passing by, she did. And just as she did, Marty walked through the door.
You rushed out, not violently enough to wake Aurora. You thrashed your arm at him, indicating to not let the door slam and as you did the door was mid way to doing so before Marty caught it just in time. Your heart raced before sighing in relief and Marty softly apologized.
Walking over to the couch, you continued rocking your daughter calmly. Marty set his stuff down, taking off his coat and hanging it up. He walked over in front of you sitting on the couch holding the baby. You briefly looked up at him, not saying a word or letting a second pass before handing him Aurora. “Hold her. Please.”
Marty did so without hesitation, walking around as he gently rocks her. Eventually stopping in the doorway of her bedroom, he stays rocking her. You watch as he does and you feel yourself welling up. The tears start to fall, with no intention of stopping. And you don’t fight it either.
Marty hears a soft whimper and knows what it is. He slowly sets Aurora down in her crib. Walking out and shutting the door quietly as he faced her, before turning around to face you. Rushing over to your side, he looked at you as you continued crying and it kept on. Sobs and tears streaming down your face. Sniffling, you tried to manage to speak, choking on a sob.
“M’sorry,” you sobbed in a shaky breath. Marty gently grabbed your hand, “Hey, hey. No, don’t apologize.” He softly pulled your head towards him, kissing it delicately. You carelessly grabbed onto his shirt, pulling yourself on top of him. Straddling him as you sat in his lap with your arms around his neck. He pulled you in tightly as you weeped into his arms.
“Shh, it’s alright. I know. I’ve got you.” Marty whispered a few times as he soothingly rubbed your back in circles. Calming you down the best he could.
Sitting there, continuing to cry as he held you, his arms now around your back, you felt some sense of security. It was rare of Marty to be like this, this sensitive to your emotions. But you noticed his gradual progress of change over time, which you were grateful for. He was slowly becoming more of a father, as well as a partner.
After a few minutes, you finally collected yourself before removing your head from the crevice of Marty’s neck. Now looking at him, your eyes were almost bloodshot red and puffy. Still sniffly, but manageable. Marty took your face in his hands, wiping under your eyes gently.
“You okay sweetheart?” He asked kindly, a sweet tone in his voice. You felt like you could cry again just from the gentleness of the moment but you pull through, nodding your head silently. Marty kisses your cheek subtly. You shudder, inhaling before speaking. “I’m sorry about all that. I know you just walked in and I didn’t even ask about your day or anything.”
Marty looks at you with a look that is almost the purest thing ever. He softly shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. Doesn’t matter anyway. You’ve been here with the baby,” he says sternly. “It’s a lot.” Each end of your lips can’t help but curl, a light smile appearing. Marty returns the gesture as well.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asks considerately. A pause in the moment holds you back, hesitating, but accepting the offer. “I’m just.. I’m tired,” you said, being the only thing you could really say.
Exhaling a deep breath, you spoke again. “Everything hurts and my body’s not the same anymore. My back hurts, my breasts are sore, my feet have been swollen and I just don’t know how much longer I can take it.” Marty stared at you, a little blank but listening.
“I’m sorry you’ve been feeling like this love. I wish I could do something to make it better.” Marty replies, “You’ve been doing really good though. Better than I have. You’re really strong.” You pull him in closer with your arms that have been around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you Mart. I appreciate it.”
Marty smiles into your neck, hugging you tighter, breathing in your scent. After a long moment, you withdraw from him, giving him a faint smile. He does the same, pausing in his tracks suddenly. “Could I ask you something?” Your eyes drop a little but still nod to approve. Marty’s mouth is agape, like he’s trying to find the right words.
“Do I seem.. different to you?” He asks plainly, a little nervous sounding. Your eyes now widen a bit, somewhat in shock, not expecting that of all questions. “Mmm—not really. You seem like yourself to me,” you responded unhesitatingly. “Why do you ask?” Marty pauses for a moment, holding his breath before speaking. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
It’s not said gently.
That’s the thing.
They’re leaning against the hood of a car, smoke hanging thick in the air, noise bleeding out from somewhere down the block. Marty’s laughing about something—loud, careless, exactly how he’s supposed to be.
One of them eyes him over, slow and deliberate.
“You’re gettin’ soft,” he says.
Marty’s smile doesn’t drop. Not right away.“Soft?” he repeats, amused. “You lookin’ at the same guy I am?”
The other guy shrugs. “You ain’t out as much. Always in a hurry to leave. And when you do stick around, you’re distracted.”
Marty snorts, pushing off the car. “Got places to be.”
“Yeah,” the guy says. “That’s the problem.”
There’s a beat—just one—where something tightens in Marty’s chest. He doesn’t let it show. He never does. He grins wider, sharper. “Don’t confuse boredom with weakness.”
The guy laughs, hands up. “Relax. Just sayin’. Fatherhood’s changin’ you.”
That does it.
Marty’s expression flickers—too fast to catch unless you’re looking for it.“Watch your mouth,” he says lightly, but there’s an edge there now. “I ain’t changed.”
They let it go after that. Someone cracks a joke. The moment moves on.
But here Marty is, still replaying the moment in his head, letting their words get to him—something he’d never let happen. And what does it matter? It’s none of their business. He’s got a kid to attend to.
You’re gettin’ soft.
Marty exhales through his nose, shaking his head. Snapping back to reality suddenly, seeing the way you’re looking at him. Like some crazy person. “What?” He exclaims. You shrug, “Nothing. You alright?” Marty nods his head frantically, “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
You see his face, his eyes. He’s lying. You know it, but you won’t push. “If you say so then Mr. Supreme,” you say teasingly. Marty flinches, jerking his head towards you, caught off guard—completely forgetting about the comment he heard earlier today. He hums, “And now wouldn’t that make you Mrs. Supreme?” You shrug, this time without a care, continuing to tease. “I guess so.”
Marty grins, an immoral grin that tells you what he’s planning is no good. But he kisses you before you could protest against it, feeling yourself slipping away in seconds. The feeling of missing stuff like this flooded your mind. Neither you or Marty have had much physical contact since baby Aurora.
The kiss turns desperate, hungry. Marty’s hands finding the rim of your ass. You already know where this is going. Both of you break away for a moment, Marty looks at you content. “Bedroom?” He asks. You simply nod and with that he swoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bedroom.
Gently, Marty lays you down on the bed as he gets undressed and you do the same. He sits down, back against the headboard, letting you get situated. You find your way back up to his lap, kissing him first this time. He kisses you back, hungrily desperate like he’s been missing this as long as you have. His boner hits the side of your leg and you feel yourself become even wetter than before, forgetting how good he feels.
Letting out a small whine, Marty grins to himself, that same grin as always. Your mouths finally let a moment to stop working at each other, Marty getting his cock lined up with your entrance. Feeling just his tip makes you flinch. “Slow, please Mart.” You whisper and Marty does as you say. Pushing in slowly, asking if you’re alright every other second.
Finally, he bottoms out and you let out a full moan. Marty holds the side of your face, his fingers behind your ear tangling with your hair. “You’re doing so good love.” His other hand glides toward your hip before the other does the same, helping you find a good pace. “God, I missed this.” You lightly moan in a whispered tone.
“I know. Me too,” Marty whispers back in almost a groan, kissing your face helplessly. Beginning to travel down your temple, kissing raveningly at every exposure of skin he could feel, in a desperation for something more. “You’re still as beautiful as ever.” Marty softly whispers, more to himself than for you to hear.
As your hips continue to rut recklessly—both you and Marty’s bodies colliding—he stops just as he reaches the rim before your breasts. His eyes linger on them as they recoil, tempting him by each passing second. And before making any next decision, he gives you a look. One asking for permission.
You trail your hand up his neck, ruffling it in his hair, carefully tugging at it. Marty quietly whines at the sensation. And as you’re at a loss for words from the way he’s hitting every right spot, you nod tacitly to give him the green light.
That’s all he needed to not let himself waste another passing second. Immediately, his mouth meets your breast, the warm wetness locking in around your nipple as his lips close and begin to suck gently at the sensitive skin. You throw your head back as your body goes numbly weak, walls squeezing softly around his cock from the feel. Marty’s eyes glare up at you, groaning as he watches the pleasure it brings you.
Marty sucks harder at your breast, like it’s oxygen for him—you can feel as some milk leaves you, earning a guttural moan from you, tugging rougher than before at his hair. But it doesn’t stop Marty.
The combination of him hitting your g-spot while sucking every last drop of milk out of you brings you close. More than close. Your walls squeeze around his cock firmly as your hips begin to chase after the climax. “Mm.. I’m close.. don’t stop,” you mutter, eyes shut tightly. And Marty doesn’t take that lightly. He knows it's true. He can feel you are.
With everything he has left in him, Marty eagerly thrusts you into him as he hungrily sucks at your breast like it’s the last thing he’ll do. You feel yourself build up, the funny feeling in your stomach rising, hitting its peak. “I’m gonna cum!” You moan. “Oh, fuck Marty!” The peak suddenly drops, feeling yourself fall apart right before him, a shuddering breath being let out as you do.
Your limbs become numb, feeling as frail as worn out fabric. Marty slows, but doesn’t stop quite yet, watching as you come undone. Until he removes his lips from your breast, a pop sounding throughout the room. Your chest heaves rapidly. Marty brings you back to him by holding your face, directing your focus back towards him.
He kisses you.
This time not desperately. But instead like he’s locking in a memory.
A promise.
You melt into him as he does, feeling that safe secure feeling like you did earlier in his arms—now though as he’s still inside you. You put your hands over his as they still hold your face. Finally, he pulls away slowly like he doesn’t want this moment to end.
The emotions start to take over before they can even register, tears well up in your eyes again as you warmly smile at him. Marty’s brows furrow for a second, a look of concern washing over him. “What’s wrong, love?” He asks urgently. You let out a small laugh as you wipe the slight tears from your eyes.
“Thank you,” you say. Marty smiles, unsure of what you mean, “For what?”
“Staying,” you admit, voice softening. “And trying.”
For a moment, Marty stares back in an almost astonished look at your words but he doesn’t let it faze him entirely. He smiles again. A secure kind now. Like he really understands. “You don’t need to thank me,” he says, like he really means it.
“You’re my girl y’know.” The words hit you and it feels like your heart might’ve skipped a beat. Not from anything bad. But never had you thought you’d hear those words come from Marty. Never to you.
In a still state of pure shock, he speaks again before you can even form a coherent sentence.
“Both of you are.” he says gradually.
You almost thought you could marry him at that very moment. But you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself. And with no words to express this feeling inside you, all you could do was hug him.
Marty was a bit surprised at your reaction, but quickly he knew, hugging you back instantly. His arms wrapped around your being as you both sat in the pleasant silence of the room. For once, things felt like they finally made sense and were right where they needed to be. Comfortable. Safe. At ease.
You woke to the feel of the house vibrating from the door being slammed. Not quite but enough to jolt you awake. It was eight in the morning. The usual time you would wake up on a Sunday morning—but not from the sound of a slamming door and some grunting.
Quickly, you slipped on some warmer clothes and went out into the living room. The cold floor against your feet sending chills through your body. It was dark with the curtains on every window blocking out most of the sun, creating an even colder atmosphere. The first thing that caught your eye though was Remmick’s figure towering over the sink in the kitchen. He turned around hastily once he heard your footsteps. “Oh, good morning. Sorry to wake ye.” His voice softened, like he was trying to coat it from sounding harsh.
You meandered over to the curtains, opening them enough to get some light inside. Taking a seat at the table in the middle of the kitchen, and rubbing your face a bit—still trying to wake up. “This is when I get up anyway,” your voice gentle but still laced with some annoyance. Remmick walked over behind you and put his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them softly. You put your hand on his and dismissingly patted it twice before getting up, “I need to get ready.”
Remmick groaned in frustration as you disappeared down the hallway and into your room. While you opened the creaky drawer your mind wandered to how you got here to begin with. The night you ran into Remmick, the frightened feeling and his mischievous grin like he knew exactly where this would end up.
It took him a while to persuade you to keep him as your own in your house but eventually his begging got somewhat insufferable so you let him. You tried to hate it but there’s something about his charming demeanor that sort of captivates you. Maybe he just likes to play nice but either way you don’t let yourself get attached to him or anything.
He always claims you were his savior that night which you believe to be a bunch of nonsense but even as much as you try to make yourself be against him, you can’t. Sometimes his company isn’t so bad. Kind of like a guilty pleasure of yours, especially considering you’re going against the church and the town people’s beliefs about him.
But he’s actually quite harmless. Towards you at least. No one else would believe that, so he’s your little secret. And you put on a persona that tells him you’re unbreakable and you have control of yourself but in all honesty, you know you’d crumble to the ground at his knees if he really asked you to.
You finished getting ready, running your hands over the material of your dress as you pierced a look in the mirror before leaving the room. Walking out and back into the living room area, you found Remmick now draped over the couch. A bit sprawled out. Not paying any mind, you grabbed your things and went straight towards the door.
“I’m off, be back la—” you’re suddenly cut off by Remmick’s voice. “Oi, c’mere.” He declares. Letting out a sigh, you tread over to him. Taking your hand without permission nor second thought, he kisses it gently. “Be good,” he said sternly with a slight grin. Pulling away, you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes even though you wanted to. “You’re the one that needs to be good. Don’t get any bright ideas while I’m gone, mister.”
“Yes ma’am,” Remmick says in a mockingly sarcastic tone. You couldn’t help but crack a small smile as you squinted your eyes, turning around and leaving without a trace or any last words.
Church wasn’t any different. Same old, same old. It felt like any regular Sunday. The pastor would speak, you’d all pray, the pastor would speak a bit more and that was that. But there was something that was different about today. It didn’t feel as refreshing as usual. Like there was something missing. You tried to not let it get to you though.
Once arriving back home, you open the door. Remmick was nowhere to be found at first sight. Putting down your stuff, you got yourself some water. Taking a sip and by the time you turned around Remmick finally spawned out of thin air, your body jumping a little. He didn’t speak.
“Where were you?” You asked bluntly. “Yer room,” he responded plainly. Like he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. Your brows furrowed by nature, “What were you doing in there?” Remmick looked up at the ceiling, scratching at the stubble of his beard. “Nothin’. Just scoping,” his voice sincere sounding as he moseyed over to the couch and sat down as if he didn’t have anything to admit to.
It was a little strange but that was Remmick’s whole thing anyway so you didn’t question any further. “I’m going to change,” you said without expecting a response, gathering your things and fading into your room once again. Nothing seemed to be moved or touched. Maybe he really was just looking around. Nothing else.
After changing into something more neutral, you went back into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, the cold air hit your skin, sending a shiver through you. The orange juice was getting low and you were out of eggs. Groaning, you closed the refrigerator. You happened to not be the only one groaning though.
Turning around, you see Remmick sitting on the couch like before but he’s now got his head leaned all the way back and his hands are antsy. You can’t figure out what’s going on until your eyes catch the bulge in his pants. You gasp to yourself, not loud enough for him to hear. Like it might get you in trouble. The last thing you want is to draw attention towards him and the fact you noticed.
One thing that’s never happened between you and Remmick is anything sexual. It’s hard to believe but it’s true. You always kept a strict rule that just because he was lounging around in your place didn’t mean he got permission to bring his hornyness into all of it. Sometimes he’d jokingly ask but even if you denied he’d let it go.
The prompt outline of his pulsating dick though was hard to not stare at. Keeping your cool, you stepped a little closer in his direction. “I might go out to get some things for breakfast.” Your voice was clear, but your eyes kept wandering as much as you tried not to. Remmick groaned a little quieter than before, his eyes keeping their distance from yours. “Alright, sounds good.” His voice hoarsely let out, sounding almost out of breath.
To keep yourself from staring any longer, you quickly rushed yourself out of the room. But before you could get away just yet, Remmick’s voice could be heard as he croaked a yelp of “Wait!” You stopped in your tracks, hoping he wouldn’t mention what you thought he might. Stepping backward, Remmick came into vision again but he was finally looking at you.
His eyes desperate. Droplets of sweat on the side of his face as strands of hair stuck to his forehead. Fangs partially in view from his mouth being agape. Chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon. And his dick begging to be dealt with.
You swallowed thickly, sweat forming on your palms. The room grew small, becoming hotter as you stepped forward. Never did Remmick ever make you feel as riled up as he did right now. Like you’re some wild animal who doesn’t know how to handle themselves.
“C’mere,” Remmick urged. Moving closer, he groaned lowly, “Sit.” His voice demanded. Taking a seat right next to him, you kept your eyes on him, trying to attend to what he was wanting. Remmick groaned lowly again. “Here.” he said, patting the middle of his lap. Your eyes widened. “Remmick, what is th—” you began. “Please,” he pleaded, cutting you off in the process.
You were hesitant but you did as he said. Getting up and sitting on his lap—facing away from him—he whimpered loudly. The bulge now pressed against your clothes core, you stopped yourself from letting out any sounds you’d regret. Remmick shuffled a bit under you as his hands found your hips. His chest suddenly got close, hovering close to your back. His hands sneaking further, locking around your waist to pull you closer. Your back now fully touching his chest.
Remmick got his face real close to yours, his mouth inching away from your neck. Inhaling the scent of your body, he worked his way up to your ear. “Ye ain’t never been so quick to do somethin’ like that.” He murmurs low and intimidating. “Think I know what it is,” one of his hands lifting the cross necklace from your skin as the other stays wrapped around your waist. His finger grazing the warm metal. “It ain’t workin’ no more,” he says. “But I know what will.”
You feel his cock twitch, a large gasp leaving your throat like you just had the wind knocked out of your lungs. Remmick got a firm grip on your hips again, beginning to grind you onto him. You moaned without thinking, his dick rutting harder into your clothed core.
Slowly, he slipped his hand underneath your shorts along with your panties. “I knew since the day ye came across me in those woods,” he whispered. His fingers rubbing gently on your clit. “Since ye gave me the opportunity to stay here.. with ye.”
You closed your eyes, trying to focus your mind on something else but the rutting of his dick, his fingers and his condescending words made it hard to. And he didn’t stop there. He kept traveling further down towards your heat, teasing the area. “Already so wet f’me,” he muttered.
“Wanna know what I was really doin’ in ye room love?” he murmurs unrighteously. You squirm, letting out a weak whiny “yes.” Remmick continued to tease further as he spoke, “I was fondling your panties against my dick. That’s what got me so worked up.” You let out a loud whimper, your thighs squeezing around his fingers. “That’s turnin’ ye on baby? I didn’t know ye were so filthy.”
Remmick’s voice thickened, “So now just admit it, sweetheart. We both know it’s true,” he exhorted as you whined. The friction between his cock and your core combined with his fingers becoming more powerful. Finally, you gasped, “Okay!” Remmick hummed lowly, brushing the hair by your neck out of the way. “Okay what, love? Gotta give me more than that.” He said corruptly, jerking his pelvis into you. You winced at the contact, becoming weaker by the second.
“It’s true,” you let out, your head falling backwards onto his shoulder. Swallowing hard, trying to coat your parched mouth. Remmick slips two of his fingers in, earning an audible moan from you as you arched your back. He lets his thumb rub your bud as his middle and ring finger work at you. “Atta girl. Knew ye had it in ye,” he praises as you fall apart underneath him.
“I’ll treat ye to somethin’ even better,” he says. You give a small hum in response, unable to speak. “Use yer words darlin’. It’s all yers if ye ask.” You whine, building up the ability to say anything. “What’s that?” Remmick grins sinfully. “Sit on my face,” he says immorally. Your breath hitches, the words catching you by complete surprise.
“..okay,” you say unsurely. Remmick pulls his hand out from your panties, the loss of contact making you moan softly. You weakly rotate yourself so you’re now facing Remmick. He slides downward a bit, his head now against the bottom of the cushion of the couch, helping him get a better angle.
You frailly crawl towards his face, your center finally hovering just above his mouth. His hot breath grazing your clit as he doesn’t waste another second before diving in, licking and suckling at the bundle of nerves like he’s been starving for it. You throw your head back as your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping gently at the locks. A rhythm begins before you, thrusting your hips deeper into his wet mouth.
“Just as sweet as I’d thought it’d be,” Remmick mutters underneath the musk of your slick. He keeps one hand steady on your thigh as he holds you down while his other hand maneuvers towards his still erect cock. Pulling it out from his boxers, the cold air hitting his reddened tip. He groans deeply as he begins to stroke himself, the vibrations from his mouth sending a buzzing sensation. You start to feel that knot twisting inside.
His mouth continues to work at you like a man starved as he strokes harder. You feel as you become closer and closer, the unraveling about to occur. “Rem..” you breathe. “I’m close.. so close,”
Remmick doesn’t stop, instead speeding up as his strokes match the pace. You can feel him groaning underneath you, driving you closer to the edge. “Fuck.. don’t stop!” You yell. Grinding against his face right as the knot in your stomach snaps and Remmick lets out one final groan, both of you finishing at the same time.
Slowly, you ride out the wave of your high as Remmick licks gently at your core, collecting anything spilling out of you. He lifts you up from his face with ease as he slides himself upward all in one. Both of you are sweaty and panting. Your eyes low with exhaustion, head falling forward against Remmick’s chest. He brushes your hair away from your face and mouth.
“That can’t ever happen again,” you say not very convincingly. Remmick grins, snickering to himself as he fondles your hair. “Wouldn’t hurt though,” he jokes. You smile tiredly against his chest. Remmick softly kisses your head, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
would anyone still be interested in reading a Marty supreme fic??? I know it was like so two months ago but I had started writing a second one at the time and never finished it because I took a break from everything and idk if I should finish it or not
if anyone is interested it’s basically a baby daddy fic and Marty honestly comforts reader because she has a bit of a breakdown about the baby and everything and there’s smut in there as well but I feel like it was mostly trying to show Marty’s progress as he becomes a father and actually sticking around instead of just up and leaving
You were one to follow the rules and stay true to your innocence, at least the one you believed to have still. You went to church like always, prayed, read your bible, dressed and acted appropriately, anything you could think of, you made sure to do with accordance. It wasn’t like you to do anything sinister. Think of anything sinister, and if so, you’d make sure to get rid of it as fast as possible. Or so you thought.
There was something that had been kept around far too long, further than you’d like to admit. You tried to get rid of it, but it won’t budge, or maybe you’re not trying hard enough. But that vampire wouldn’t leave your head no matter what, feeling like he was becoming one with you almost.
It was a normal day at church, you listened to the pastor as he spoke, you all prayed, eventually taking some time to yourself after everyone had left. Then leaving. And today had been better, better than most. You almost felt free of Remmick, barely even thinking of him.
Once it was night and time to sleep, you said your nightly prayer and got in bed. Turning the lights off, laying there in the dark for a few moments, eyes shut, your mind began to wander instead of relaxing. And it was being drawn to the one thing you wished it wouldn’t be. Remmick.
He was crept into every crevice of your brain at this point, no matter how long you could try to go without thinking of him. He was always there. And you didn’t understand why. But you couldn’t help yourself sometimes, and you wouldn’t fight it. It had been weeks now.
There was something so alluring about him, that’s the only excuse you had. The only one you could tell others at least. You knew there was something more, but you were too frightened to admit it or even confront yourself about it. It was wrong though. You knew that.
The sun crept into your room, beams of light shining through your faint curtains. You awoke, getting ready, paying a little less mind to what you had been thinking of the night prior. It felt like a regular day so far and you wanted it to be too. No distractions. No thoughts about Remmick. No nothing.
While at church everything felt normal. Better than normal, until the priest began speaking. Every time he got near you it’d feel like he was glaring through your soul. You felt yourself shake nervously like he could see right through you. Like he saw every sinful thought that had been going on in your head lately. Even when he wasn’t near you could feel his eyes on you. It was as if every word he was saying was directed towards you and only you.
Once over, you tried to brush things off as much as possible, helping clean up after everyone left. Dusting things off and sanitizing areas. Cleaning candle trays and putting hymnals away. It’s fairly empty, for all that you know. You enjoyed the quiet of it though. The peace it brought. Like it was righteous and fleeting of something that settled in you more calmly than anything else. It was safe.
That was before you heard a soft rumble against a pew, you jolted your head up to find Remmick leaning against one. You gasped faintly to yourself, partially in disbelief and partially in fear. He looked out of place among the crosses and soft light.
“Didn’t mean to scare ya,” he murmured. “Just wondered how long you’d pretend not to see me.” He steps closer now.
You’re still slightly frozen, trying to process the fact that he’s really here with you, alone, and you’re witnessing it. “You need to leave.” The words come out stern yet still weak.
Remmick smiles, slow and sinful. “If ye wanted me gone, sweetheart…. You’d stop prayin’ about me.”
Your breath catches in your throat, stopping you in your tracks—because it’s true.
Remmick continues to move closer and closer with each step, but you don’t say anything. You don’t stop it. Soon enough he’s right in front of you gazing down at your pitiful expression. Gently taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes immediately fall to his lips that are ever so slightly open, his fangs peaking out.
You feel your body become numb with his touch and the sight of his fangs. “Your hands shake every time I break your name in my mouth. That ain’t fear darlin’. That’s want.”
You knew he was right.
How could he not be?
Before you got captured entirely by his condescending words, you pulled away in one from his touch, hating the feel of loss from it. But you couldn’t let him get to you, not like this. Even when real, completely in front of your eyes.
Backing away from him, he slowly kept up with his act, stepping closer as you stepped further. Soon you felt your back hit the wall and Remmick was now right in front of you once again. The one thing you were trying to avoid, but now you walked yourself right back into it.
Remmick tilted his head, as if he were admiring you but it was far from that. Anything but that. He was analyzing though, for what reason you weren’t sure of. It was hard to breathe. Like he withdrew it all from you as a punishment.
It suddenly got dimmer than before, the candlelight glimmering in the background of Remmick. His silhouette showing perfectly.
Despite how much you shouldn’t think it, you had to admit to the fact that he was very handsome. More handsome than any man, any creature you’d ever seen before. He was the only thing of evil you found yourself aroused by. You wanted him to claim you as his.
Remmick lowered his head, getting real close to your neck, smelling the sweet scent of your body. Your eyes shut tight, feeling yourself become senseless. “Go on. Confess it.” His voice spoke, low and hoarse, wrapped up into the alluring softness of your skin. “Tell me ye think about me when you shouldn’t.” His lips opened wider than when you laid eyes on them. Grazing the soft flesh of your neck, not yet taking action.
You wince, shaking your head gently. Remmick moves his head from your neck, his expression becoming meaner than before. You couldn’t let yourself betray you and everything you stood for. No matter how badly you knew he was right and wasn’t going to give it up. Not easily at least.
Remmick put his hand up against the side of your head, chests close together, almost compressing. His face lowered now to your ear, his hot breath inhaling and exhaling. “I’ll drag the truth out of ye one way or another.”
Your breath hitched, closing your eyes as they began to fill with tears. The only thing you knew to do was the only thing you could do. Pray.
Your voice whispered soft morals and scriptures into the air, the atmosphere. Hoping. Praying. To yourself. Remmick listens, unamused. He smiles faintly, “Ye can say all the holy words you want darlin’. Yer body’s already mine.” His words lingered longer than anticipated. Putting you in a full state of shock.
His mouth dragging down to your neck from your ear again, he paused. Eyes low, glancing at your scared pitiful little expression. Licking a kitten-lick up your neck. The wetness of his saliva and the cold air sent a shiver down your spine. But it did more than just that.
You felt it.
And you knew.
You couldn’t deny it.
Remmick already had a hold of you without even physically touching you.
“If ye want me to stop, kneel.”
You do without a second thought, your knees hitting the cold hard surface of the floor. Your eyes still shut tightly. And it suddenly occurs to you.
You kneeled.
But you kneeled for him.
“Look at me.” Remmick’s voice softly says.
You slowly move your head up towards him, but he cups your face before you can fully do so. His thumb gently rubs against the side of your face. The rough skin leaves a buzzing sensation.
“See? Pure as an angel.”
He tilts your head fully up to see him entirely.
“And every angel falls eventually.”
His gaze shines through you as you both keep your eyes on one another. You hesitate in your head. Maybe it would be alright to let it happen. There’s no need to fight it. Not anymore.
Remmick crouched down to your level, now looking directly into your eyes. A glint of teardrops filled the lining of your eyes, not yet falling though. Grabbing your face more sternly, he spoke, “Pretty little thing, aren’t ye?”
That was your weakness.
You loved this. You loved all of it. The degradation of his words, actions, everything. The way he looked down on you, such a wee little thing. Something to conquer. Own.
He lowered himself to your face, his mouth inches from yours. “Let me take care of ye.” He whispers into you, silencing your breath with a kiss. A deep kiss. One that was starving, waiting to feast.
Remmick grabs you with ease, picking up your body as he maneuvers himself against the back of a pew. Placing you on top of him, his boner grazing your thigh through his pants. The fabric running up against you. Holding your face in his hand, his eyes find yours again—locking together to tell you it’ll be okay.
Unzipping his pants, his cock springs out and you gasp from the sudden skin to skin contact. Remmick smirks—more to himself than towards you. “Don’t worry, I’ll show ye how it’s done love.”
He guides his cock towards your entrance, pulling your panties to the side to do so. You let out a shaky breath as you feel your clit practically pulsating, something you’re a little unsure of. But it felt familiar too, like something you had felt before whenever you thought about Remmick.
And with that last thought, you felt him push inside of you, earning a violently loud moan to escape your mouth. “Fuck yer tight,” he groaned. “So wet f’me.” Gently he grabbed your hips, pushing, making you sink down on him. His mouth was agape, almost in awe of you.
“That’s a good girl.. aye, just like that.” He murmurs.
All you can focus on is his length filling you up, hitting just the right spot and he hasn’t even started moving. Until he does, and you feel the shift of everything. Remmick groans lowly as you whine.
He keeps his touch on your face, bringing you close to feel you near. Kissing you as the tears begin to finally fall. “Shhh,” he hushes gently. “Yer allowed to feel this darlin’. Don’t be ashamed.”
“Just breathe for me sweetheart.” He cooed softly. The tears ran down your cheeks, yet you still felt good. A little too good. Remmick began hauling in and out of you, faster than you intended him to—to which he was hitting your g-spot perfectly now.
“Remmick..” you whispered, voice croaky. He tilts your head, red puffy eyes looking directly into his. “Yes love?” You let out a noise, one between a sob and a moan, “Don’t stop, please.”
Remmick kissed you gently, pounding a little harder and faster into you now. “Yer doin’ so good for me sweet girl. Just a little more.” His words brought you a kind of comfort—the kind that you usually found through the church. And here you were with him inside you while in the church.
You let out a choked sobbing moan, your legs becoming weak, feeling yourself become close. Remmick’s hips rutting into you harsh and heavy. “I’m.. close,” you muttered. Remmick groaned. You could feel he was too.
A few more ruts of his hips was all it took for both of you to come undone, one firm thrash and you let out one last hard cry for him.
“Oh God, Remmick!”
He kissed you greedily to silence you, dragging your hips slowly to ride out the high. You whined into his mouth from the feel. “That was perfect love. Ye were perfect.” He said tenderly, wiping your tears with his thumb. “Ye didn’t betray nothin’, sweetheart. Ye finally told the truth.”
You feel empty yet brimful all at once. Remmick lets his gaze linger on you a little too long as you sit in silence. Breaking it, he says, “I want to see ye again.” You pause, jerking your head up to look at him fully. “I can’t,” you said softly—which was a lie.
Remmick smiles smugly, almost letting himself chuckle. “This is just the start darlin’. Ye’ll come back. They always come back to the one thing they can’t pray away.”
Marty called you, late, midnight or so. It wasn’t unusual but still uncalled for. He told you to meet at the hotel that he was staying at for the night. Something not too far out of where you were. New York City was vibrant and loud. Always thriving with energy. Never serene, nor still.
It was a bit of a rainy night, nothing extreme. The lights flickered in the puddles on the ground, creating a reflection. A slight chill in the air with a soft breeze. The hotel wasn’t far enough that you had to take a cab so you walked. It was kind of nice—despite what Marty might’ve had planned awaiting, always something messy and disorderly—the free feeling of all the liveliness in the city, all the people, the whole atmosphere. It was enchanting.
Stepping through the hotel doors, the air conditioning hit you with a kind of hotel smell that was always memorable. Your hair was damp from the small drizzling outside, sticking to your skin from the sappy-like humidity. Brushing and situating yourself to feel a little more together, you stepped into the lobby. It was big and quite empty but still had some people, a little more than you’d imagine considering the hour.
About to ask for the room number of Marty Mauser, you spotted him in the further back corner area right next to the elevators. You smiled softly. He waved, not frantically but just enough to grab your attention. Walking over to you, he seemed eager for something, moving with efficiency.
His hand grabs yours when close enough, pulling you in front of him, pushing you gently back to the elevators. You didn’t resist. Didn’t respond either. Just followed his lead. His face got close to your ear, his cheek touching your hair. “You always look like that this late, or am I just lucky?” He whispered, cockiness thickening in his voice.
With a final small slightly rougher push, you were in the elevator and you saw that smug smirk on his face as he joined you in the elevator right next to you, pushing floor five in all one motion. “Thanks for coming on short notice.” He said notably, almost like it wasn’t really sincere.
Ding!
The elevator doors open, “Ladies first,” Marty says in his witty tone. You walk out as he follows behind, soon running past you and down the hall, his excitement taking over. Seeming a little too pleased with himself. There’s already a familiar buzz in the air, the kind that only shows up at this time of night.
Marty always had this childlike persona to him, something you both loved and hated. He always kept his head up and never let many things get to him but that was somewhat part of the problem. In real world situations, you need to let things get to you in a way. A way that shows they matter and mean something. Something important.
Although aside from the obvious problems, it was never a dull moment with Marty. He always seemed very alive and energetic, for the most part. You saw some parts of him most people never do, but that’s what you liked about your guy’s relationship. It felt like he could be real with you at times. His true self.
No act.
No nothing.
Just raw authenticity.
But that’s what scared Marty. He couldn’t bear the silence that crept in. The kind that pleaded thought, feeling, energy. Once a feeling becomes real, too real, it becomes impossible to escape. To let go. And that was the last thing he wanted. Or needed.
Finally arriving at Marty’s room, he opens the door, taking your hand again and pulling you in. This time a little gentler. “Go sit down for me.” He whispered, jerking his head in the direction of the bed as he shut the door. You did as he said. Glancing around the place. It was quite fancy. Very well put together. A little cluttered, not surprising.
The room feels suspended in time. Marty entered the bathroom that was located right by the door. You watched him through the small sighting of the mirror in the bathroom. Rolling up his sleeves, he runs the water. Running it over his hands, he drags his hands over his face, up into his hair.
His eyes are low at that moment, indicating he’s tired. But he surely doesn't act like it. Turning the faucet off, he steps out, catching a glimpse of you. Immediately your first intention would be to look away, but you don’t. You let him know you're watching. Noticing. Observing. And he can’t hide for long.
He takes his time crossing the room, “What’s all this about?” he asks—not confused, just waiting for you to say it out loud. “Ain’t no harm in looking, is there?” You say unfazed. He smiles, just a little. Huffing a quiet laugh, “No.” His voice drops. “But you’ve never struck me as the careful type.”
Neither of you break eye contact as he consistently walks over to you. Closer and closer, until at the very ends of your knees, almost touching. His eyes linger on you. Your eyes. Your lips. Your figure as you sit before him. You feel the heat of his gaze on you, lingering on every part of you. Taking you in. Considering you.
Before you could wait another second, his lips found yours in a heated kiss—as they always did. His hands find the curve of your jawline. You stood up slowly, lips still locked hungrily onto one another’s. Your purse rolled off your shoulder as you removed your coat in one slick motion. Hands now finding his face as well, caught up in the moment.
The comforter of the bed hit your back before you felt yourself even fall. Marty pulled his shirt off in a quick motion, tossing it to a corner of the room that you didn’t care to notice. As you unbuttoned your blouse, he helped with assisting. Your bra now visible, he looked over your chest as if he’d been in awe and for all you knew, maybe he was.
He immediately unclipped your bra in one swift gesture, your bare chest now shown before him. “Fuck.” His voice echoed. His mouth instantly found yours again, migrating down your neck, sucking at the skin. The wetness of his mouth then working at your breasts, suckling at your nipple.
Your back arches slightly as a moan flows out your mouth as he covers it with his free hand. His digits enter your mouth, now sucking at the harsh dermis of his fingers. Marty lets out a noise—something between a moan and low groan. His mouth fixated and muffled by the soft flesh of your breasts.
With a pop sound, his mouth leaves your breast, the cold air hitting the wet skin. Your nipple hardens as Marty notices, not helping his current state. He moans obscurely, his head falling to your stomach, glancing down at the hard on in his pants.
He slowly drags his head back up, the damp looking hair falling in his eyes. He whispers something to himself that isn’t auditable for you to hear. But you don’t pay any mind to it. Trailing kisses down your stomach, he pulls off your skirt with ease as well as your panties. You gasp softly at the feeling.
Sucking at the skin, he continues to trail his kisses down your inner thighs, stopping at the hem of your soaking entrance. He doesn’t give you a look, doesn’t ask, and he doesn’t need to. With no second thought, he goes straight in. Your back arches wildly, hips rutting upward without control.
Licking at your slick, tongue delving through your folds, you spread your legs wider like it's natural to you. As your hands find his hair, softly gripping at the curls, he wraps his arms around your thighs and brings you closer into him. Grounding you. Making squirming less accessible.
Lapping at your core, you continue to wince at each feel of his tongue on your heat. Dripping continuously with every lick of his tongue as he devours you. “You taste just like the first time I ever tasted you.” He mumbles into you, a low grin appearing across his face. You felt it against your cunt.
Marty licked up some more, stopping at your clit, circling the bud with the tip of his tongue. Now sucking hard at the bundle of nerves which was all you needed to bring you over the edge. Your legs began to shake as you gripped his hair now roughly. “Fuck, right there Mart.” You let out faintly, voice caught off by a moan.
The nickname catches him off guard, something only you ever really call him. He doesn’t always like it, but it was always what you called him. Although he can’t get thrown off now, he takes it as an encouragement to finish through. And strong—like always.
He quickens his movements and with one final loud moan from you as your back arches as far as possible, you come undone. Right there, right then and Marty watches. Smiling softly to himself as he does so. Murmuring feebly, “Good girl.”
You exhale hard repeatedly, trying to catch your breath. Light sweat drips down your forehead. Marty begins to unzip his pants, and your eyes almost widen without realizing. His fingers fidget shakily as he does so, breathing hard as well.
Your legs ache, feeling the weak soreness of it already kicking in. Marty finally fully unzips himself, his hard cock springing free as he lets out a deep exhale. Tilting his head back, the reddened tip leaking of precum. And as tired as you felt, you also felt yourself become wet again from the sight of his hardened dick dripping in front of you.
Your legs quivered from the sight, remembering how he always felt. Once again without asking or any sort of look, he lined himself up with your entrance. Sliding the tip of his cock up and down, mixing his precum with your slick. A shaky breath left your lips. Finally he pushed fully inside of you, almost bottoming out as you let out a moan, biting your lip to muffle it from being too loud.
Marty titled his head back once more. “God. I missed this so much,” he muttered. Slowly, he pushed in and out of you, beginning to pick up the pace as he always did. Your juices covering his entire shaft by now. He rubbed your clit with his thumb as he shifted in and out of you.
It wasn’t long before both of you’d finish, despite the fact it all just started. Marty paced in and out of you faster than you could keep up with, wincing with each push of his burrowing cock. The rubbing sensation together with his dick began to make you see stars. The mix of the two became overwhelming, “I’m close..” you breathed in between soft moans.
“Me too,” Marty responded, also breathy. That knot in your stomach grew quickly, becoming unbearable. Right as it reached its peak, Marty let out a few more harsh blows. And as you both moaned loudly, filling the room with sweat and loud clatter, the knot snapped. A wave rushing over your body, Marty fully bottoming out. It was unlike him, usually using his helpful “method”, pulling out.
You felt him release all of himself inside you, but you didn’t care enough to argue or make a fuss. Both your breaths were in sync, trying to catch up as sweat fell from your bodies. Slowly, Marty pulled out of you and he watched as his seed leaked out of you. A small smug grin appeared on his face—partly from being proud of himself and partly from being a bit aroused by the sight.
Marty fell onto the bed right beside you, still panting from moments before. He turns his head, glancing over as you pant too. You catch him looking at you abnormally. “You good?” He asks unexpectedly, voice easy, like the question doesn’t matter much.
“Mhm,” you hum softly. He nods, but doesn’t get up. Not like he usually would. Doesn’t reach for his jacket, or anything. Instead, he glances over at you, eyes lingering a second too long before he catches himself.
“We should probably stop doing this.” He says plainly. A moment of silence settles in the air before you respond. “Why don’t we then?” He smirks, turning his head away. “Late night,” he says. “Bad decisions.”
You let that sit in the air for a little while longer, not feeling the need to ruin anything with something that doesn’t need to be said. But for a second—just one—it feels like he might say something real. His mouth opens, agape for a second, then closes again. He exhales through his nose, the moment dissolving before it can take shape.
“Don’t read into it,” he adds lightly, already shifting, already putting that familiar distance back in place. You sit up leisurely, still coming down from the overstimulating high. You grab your clothes, putting them on gradually, not in a hurry. Marty’s eyes loiter on you as you do so. Like he still wants to say something and it’s caught in his throat.
Marty gets up and does the same as well before you’re fully clothed, sitting on the edge of the bed as you finish up. Walking into the bathroom, you zoom into your eyes and face making sure nothing is alarming looking. Marty watches you through the small spotting of the mirror, like you both switched places from beforehand.
Seeing you’re decent, you walk out back into the room where Marty’s sitting at the edge of the bed. You tenderly kiss his cheek, grabbing your shoes, heading towards the door. As you open the door, you hesitate before walking out. Looking back halfway, you see Marty sitting there mindless.
“You’re impossible, y’know that? Pretty boy.” And with that, you left. No lingering look. No final breaths. Nothing. Just that, and it left a heavy feeling in Marty’s chest. Heavier than before. He replayed the words, ‘Pretty boy’ in his head a few times, echoing throughout him. Like it rattled him out of his typical cocky high-on-himself act.
He almost wanted to run out that door, chase after you, finally face his one true fear and say what he really meant to. But he didn’t. Instead, he sat there and did nothing. Letting those words, that last very moment of you, eat him away.
The music outside was thudding, the bass heavy enough to rattle the walls. Cook leaned against the cracked sink, head bowed, palms braced on porcelain that vibrated every time someone opened the door.
Looking up, his reflection stared back. Eyes wide and flushed. Sweat slick, hair sticking to his forehead. His knuckles bruised from a stupid punch he threw that he didn’t even remember the reasoning for.
He let out a sharp laugh but it quickly died in his throat as he glared at himself again. Lighting a cigarette, he heard the door creaking open. Jerking his head up, he saw you standing in the doorframe.
“Oi,” he said, voice hoarse, swagger still there but thinner than usual. “You followin’ me now, or just couldn’t stay away?”
You stepped in leisurely, “Not like you to be hiding out,” you murmured.
Cook's mouth tugged into a hint of a smirk, but not a full one. “Maybe I’m not always who you think I am.” He knew himself behind closed doors. But so did you. You knew his hurt, his pain. Everything. Of course though, he’d never say it aloud.
Stepping closer, you could begin to smell the smoke on him. Reaching out, you slipped the cigarette from his shaky fingers and took a small puff from it. “You don’t have to prove anything y’know.” You said, your voice quieter now.
That made Cook look at you properly. His eyes caught yours—unsteady, unguarded, like he hated that you’d notice but couldn’t turn away.
Something hung between you. Fragile. Weighted. And without thinking, you lifted a hand, brushing your fingertips over his jaw as though testing if he was real like this. His breath caught, and in the silence that followed, you leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn’t very long, nor soft. It was desperate in a quiet way, like both of you knew you shouldn’t but neither wanted to stop. His lips pressed against yours, rougher than your intent but just as wanting.
You pulled away first, chest tight. His eyes opened slowly, hazy, like he was still inside the moment. Wishing it would’ve never ended.
“I like you better like this,” you whispered. Your eyes still studying Cook’s expression. “When you don’t pretend.”
Before he could answer—before he could ruin it or keep it—you turned and left without a trace of anything but your lips still lingering on his.
Cook stayed, rooted in place, lips tingling. His chest throbbed like you’d left something behind, something unfinished and impossible to ignore. He thought for a moment, thought about following, pulling you back in.
But he didn’t.
Instead he stayed there, staring at the empty doorway, haunted by the kiss you left like a secret on his mouth.
A few days passed, three to be exact. Three days since the night in the bathroom. Since your lips. Since that sudden, quiet kind of kiss that had knocked the wind right out of Cook. Those three days felt like an eternity for him. The night in the bathroom replayed in his head, over and over again, like a film he’d never forget.
Cook wasn’t used to thinking about things this long. Usually, he let the moment pass, drowned it in a drink, or shrugged it off like it never meant anything in the first place. But this—you—kept coming back to him. Every time he lit a fag. Every time he tried to sleep. The way you looked at him before leaving, like you saw right through him. Then left something there with him, something heavier than a kiss.
And that was what unsettled him the most.
When he finally saw you again—maybe in the hallway, maybe sitting outside on the steps where you guys met sometimes—it hit him all over again. You looked normal. Like nothing had happened. But to him, it had.
He thought about it again, and thought about going up to you. Asking about that night. Asking every question that had been festering in his mind. But he didn’t. Not yet. He held himself back for now.
It was late. Not club late, but late enough you weren’t expecting anyone at your door. You were curled up on the couch, lights low, when the knock came—sharp, hurried, familiar.
You opened the door, and there he was. Cook. Hands shoved into his jacket pockets, jaw working like he’d been chewing on something all day and couldn’t swallow it down.
“You okay?” you asked carefully, stepping aside.
He walked past you without answering, standing there, staring. Like he couldn’t decide whether to sit or stand or what. Finally, he dropped onto the arm of your couch, hunched forward.
His silence was heavy, until he spoke. “You just gonna pretend it didn’t happen?” His voice was rough, lower than usual.
You blinked, a little mindlessly. “What?”
“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what,” his voice now bitter. “The kiss.” He said plainly. No games. No smirk. He was being serious. “Other night, in the club. You left like it was nothing. Like it didn’t mean a fucking thing.”
You froze, startled from Cook’s angry, rough tone. It wasn’t unusual to see him get upset like this at times. But you had never seen him like this towards you, and it scared you a little.
“Cook..”
He shook his head, relentless, not letting you brush it off. “Nah, don’t. Don’t do that thing where you go quiet and look at me like I’m mad for saying it out loud for once. You kissed me. And I can’t stop thinking about it. Not this time.”
Your chest tightened. You thought about the fact he might bring it up eventually, but not like this—him showing up at your door, voice stripped of bravado, leaving no space to dodge.
“It wasn’t like—“ you started.
“Like what?” He leaned forward, eyes sharp and his voice still filled with fury. “I’ve sat here three fuckin’ days wondering why. Don’t say it wasn’t like that or that it wasn’t anything. Why’d you do it if you were just gonna walk away?”
The room felt small suddenly, almost suffocating. He wasn’t angry, not really. He was frustrated, and searching. For truth. For something he couldn’t laugh off this time.
He held his head in his hands, exhaling like he hated himself for even asking. “Just.. don’t leave me wondering like that, alright?”
Your throat went dry. His words sat heavy in the air, leaving no room to hide. You crossed your arms, partly to hold yourself together. “It wasn’t nothing,” you said finally, your voice soft but certain.
That made him look up at you.
“I left because..” you trailed, searching for the words. “Because I didn't know what you'd do with it. With me. Us. You've always been the one to walk away first, Cook. So I thought maybe if I left, it'd hurt less.”
His expression flickered, like you struck something buried under his skin.
“I didn’t mean to leave you like that,” you continued, voice cracking a little. “But I can’t.. I can’t keep acting like I don’t feel something when I do. And that kiss. Leaving like I did afterwards. It wasn’t easy for me. As much as I made it look like it. It wasn’t.”
Silence fell, he sat back. Jaw tight. But there was no anger there. Just.. thought.
“So yeah,” you said, quieter now. “It meant something to me. More than I’d like to admit.”
You shifted under his gaze, suddenly afraid you said too much. “That’s why I left. Because if I stayed, I wouldn’t be able to take it back.”
Cook looked at you, like he was still processing everything. For once, he didn’t have any smart remarks ready. No grin, no laugh. Just silence.
“Y'know,” he began, voice rough. He dragged a hand over his face, shaking his head a little. “You're proper fucked up, you are. Saying shit like that then leggin' it.”
There was a beat where you thought he might spiral, turn it into some joke and walk out. But then his eyes found yours again, steadier this time.
“But... I get it,” he said. His tone had lost all its usual fire. “I would’ve done the same. ‘Cause if you stayed—if we stayed—“ He broke off, sighing hard to himself, like the words were scraping him raw.
Finally, he leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his knees this time. “Thing is... I don't think I wanna take it back.” He looked up at you for a moment before standing, approaching you slowly but surely.
Both your eyes locked with one another. You were close enough to hear each other’s breathing. It felt like there was a lump in your throat. And your heart was beating faster than you could concentrate on.
Cook leaned in, looking down at your lips. He hesitated for a second, which was unlikely of him. Usually he’d go full force right into you, your lips crashing together. But not this time. Instead, he was taking things slow. Only for so long though.
He kissed you. Deep and passionate. You kissed him back, letting the world go silent around you. All that mattered was you and Cook now.
For a moment, you both pulled away. Catching your breath, and colliding together once more. Wrapping your arms around Cook’s neck, he picked you up, not letting his lips leave yours. Stepping carefully backwards, sitting down on the couch again.
Your legs straddled him as you both worked your mouths on the other’s. Holding Cook’s jaw in your hand, you slowly grinded against him feeling his hard on. A soft whimper left your mouth in between a kiss.
Pulling away, Cook looked at you, giving you that look. You knew what he was asking you, so you nodded in permission. He grinned that mischievous grin of his that he’d always do.
Cook unzipped his jeans, undoing himself, just enough to free his cock which your eyes landed straight on as it sprung out his boxers. He aligned himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing inside of you.
You gasped, your breath catching in your throat. A small moan escaping in the process. “Cook..” you whispered, closing your eyes, trying to focus on anything. But your mind goes blank and starts to fog from how big he is.
“It’s alright.” He reassures, kissing you again to distract you from the slight pain. You begin to sink down him, finally feeling his entire length inside you. Cook groans into your mouth.
You begin to buck your hips, both of you moan into each other. “Fuck, I missed this.” Cook breathes, your tongues still fighting for dominance. “I missed you.” He said so simply. The words brought a shock to you, like you never knew that those words could leave Cook’s mouth. But they did. You don’t let him know that though, just focusing on what’s happening.
You pull away from his mouth, catching your breath, really focusing now. Beginning to bob up and down on him, noises continue to fill the room. Feeling his tip hitting your g-spot, your walls start to clench around him. Your throbbing clit is demanding for release.
“Cook, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.” You pant, speeding up as you ricochet off him. “Give it all to me.” He whispers, kissing the crevices of your neck.
His cock is slamming into you, hitting all the right places. You feel it building up, like it’s water ready to break down a dam. “Fuck, right there love. I feel you.” You squeeze around him one more time. Hard. Heavy. Violent.
You let out one last loud moan. The rush hits you like a wave. Cook sighs, a mix of pleasure and relief. “That’s my girl.” He mutters, kissing your face in contentment. His way of showing he’s satisfied.
Breathing hard, exhaustion takes over, your body almost collapsing on him. Your head falls onto his shoulder near the crevice of his neck. You’re too tired to even think.
“Do you mind..” You murmur, hesitant to say what you’re wanting to. Sighing, your voice quivers. “Do you mind staying this time?”
Cook froze a little in his place, not expecting for that to be what you’d ask out of all things. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even move.
You raise your head, gazing into him now. Cook looks at you, feeling cornered. The room feels small again.
“Yeah,” he says. His voice, low and unsteady. “If you’d like me to.” You shake your head, a soft smile growing on your face. “Mhm, I would.”
You feel grounded in the moment despite how complicated your relationship with Cook may be. It feels as though you’ve both seen a part of each other you’ve never seen before suddenly. And it might just start opening the right doors.
If you are a fanfiction writer of any sort, reblog and fill out the questions below. Praise yourself for the hard work you've put into your art - you deserve it!
1.) The work that took you the longest to complete, but you're proud you did.
2.) A line in your work that you find special?
3.) A pairing (or character) you came to love that you never expected to write?
4.) A spicy or fluffy scene you've wrote that makes your heart flutter?
5.) The work you're proudest of?
6.) Brag about your start and how far you've come!
Tag other Fanfiction writers you admire to see their responses.
This is such a cool idea and very good questions! Thank you for including me as a participant 🤍
1.) The work that probably took me the longest would definitely be the Cook fic even though it’s not even fully completed because there’s still one more part to it. It took some time and it was my first fic that was like the longest one I had ever written but I was overall pretty happy with how it turned out and I was super glad people enjoyed it. Even enough to want another part!!
2.) This one’s hard but I’d say the line, “Like feeling the sunlight upon him for the first time except for once it didn’t hurt.” From the sequel of my first Remmick fic. It felt very meaningful to me because I feel as though it’d obviously be very meaningful to Remmick. It just held a lot of meaning in general.
3.) I’m not as sure on this one to be completely honest. I haven’t written for a lot of characters or even pairings obviously but I guess from what I have written, I never expected to write for Eric. He’s a very complex character but I felt like there was a lot more to him when I had watched Starred Up, which inspired me. I’ve only written one fic for him but I think it’d be nice to dive deeper into his character and everything eventually!
4.) I guess I have a few but I’d maybe say this recent one I wrote that I haven’t put out yet but it’s been sitting in the drafts for a while but I don’t know there’s something about it that’s very sweet and I don’t even know 😭 but you get the idea.
5.) Along with the Cook fic, I’d say my sequel to my first Remmick fic. It was the second lengthiest fic I had written and I put a lot of thought into it and even though I still was doubtful about it, I was proud I had done it and put the thought and effort I did into it.
6.) It hasn’t been entirely long since I began posting my writings on here and this account but I feel proud about the progress I’ve made and I hope to continue my journey. Also continuing to improve my writing as well! I’m super thankful to everyone who’s supported me too by either following me or even just leaving a like, comment, reblog, etc! It’s been truly appreciated!!!
As said before, feel free to join in if you’re a fanfiction writer of any sort! Have fun with it 🙃
