okay it will literally be a disgrace if you don’t write something about “thick thighs i can tell it’s warm baby can i please dive in”
BESTIEEEEE I GOT UUUUUU🤝🤍
A/N: This is semi-based on the fact that I stood in my mirror in my panties and bra this morning and was shakin ass to the entire album.
You stood in front of the mirror in your bra and thong, looking at your body, specifically your thighs. You had a love/hate relationship with them; at times you thought they were too thick-not perfectly sculpted like the new instagram baddies (a/n: this is not shade to the plastic surgery baddies!! Y’all are hot and u do whatever u want to make urself feel good n sexxyyy!! All bodies are valid🙏🏽 🤍), you had a lil cellulite and stretch marks but you also loved that your body was homegrown like Megan the Stallion would always preach.
You were gonna meet Jack at the studio; claiming he had something he wanted to show you. You brushed your insecurities aside, deciding your weren’t gonna feel bad about yourself today. You put on your ‘stripper anthems’ playlist, forcing yourself to hype yourself up. After a few songs, you felt more confident and less judgmental You were tryna figure out what to wear, finally landing on a tank top and a black mesh mini skirt, that accentuated your thick thighs and ass. Getting your bag, you hopped in your car and made your way to the studio.
When you walked in, it was just Jack in the studio, no one else. He turned around with a smile already stretched across, having been expectantly waiting for you. His smile dropped as he froze, eyes widening at your figure, licking his lips.
“H-hey baby, you look… real good.” You smiled at him appreciatively, walking over to where he was sitting at the soundboard.
“Thank you babyyy, so what did you wanna show me? I’m excited,” you giggled, bending down to give him a sweet kiss. Jack’s left hand wrapped around the back of your right thigh, moving up to your ass giving it a squeeze, and then traveling back down to your thigh.
“Come listen.” He said, sitting up straight and guiding you to straddle him, your ass sitting perched on his thighs. He placed one hand on your hip, holding you steady and close to him, while his other hand reached out to press a few buttons on the board before his smooth voice belted out the speakers.
“I gotta put you in a different tier,
IG private, spend her own money on the whip that she driving,
Thick thighs and, I can tell it’s warm baby, can I please dive in? In her prime she’s thriving.”
He lowered the volume a little, giving you a chance to share your thoughts.
“Okay first of all, go off vocals!! And second, you like my thighs baby?” You blushed, looking at him with a small smile, your dimples peeking out.
Jack laughed, pulling you closer to his chest.
“Thank you. And I don’t like your thighs, I LOVE them.” He said, his hands moving down to your thighs rubbing them, while he attached his lips to yours. The kiss quickly got heated, you started to grind your hips against Jack as he moved from your lips to attack your neck with hickies. You let out a groan, your eyes involuntarily closing shut at the sensation. Jack’s hands continued to roam all over your body, down your back, over your hips and ass, and down your thick thighs.
Jack wrapped his arms around your waist while he stood up from the chair, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, his hands moving to your ass to carry you to the couch more steadily.
He laid you down, taking your shoes off and moving back up to your face to hover over you. He started by pulling you into hungry kiss, that moved down to kissing your neck, and down your chest, moving your tank top just over your tits.
“Always so pretty mamas, how the hell are you so damn fine all the time?” Jack groaned out, sucking on your breast as his other hand deliciously twisted the nipple of your other one.
“Fuck Jack, just like that, feels so good J” you moaned out. You could feel how soaked your thong was now, your pussy clenching desperately around nothing. Jack stayed on your chest for a couple minutes and then shifted down your body- scrunching your skirt up to your waist and putting your legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs.
“I love everything about you, but these have a special place in my heart.” He said kissing up your right thigh, and then did the same thing to your left. “So thick and soft…. warm too.. just like your sweet pussy. And they always smell like that honey vanilla shits you got that makes me need to dive into you.” He showered you in praise and desire. A chill went up your spine, making your shiver in a good way - no, a great way. You loved that Jack was so vocal and made sure to tell you how much he was obsessed with you.
His fingers went to the waistband of your panties and quickly ripped them.
“Jack!? What the hell I just bought those” you whined.
“Like you actually care, you know I’d buy the entire website of these out if you wanted me to.”
He wasn’t wrong. You wouldn’t let him be that extreme but he would do it in a heartbeat. Before you could think about the loss of your new panties, you felt Jack’s tongue at your soaked folds, moving up to suck and tug at your clit.
“Oh fuck-“ you breathed out. Your hips jerked into his face, hands reaching down to tug on his soft curls that lightly tickled your inner thighs. Jack moved his tongue back down to your entrance, beginning to tongue fuck you while he pressed and rubbed his nose against your clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck oh my god” you moaned. Jack couldn’t help but laugh, the vibration from his throat making you clench. He tightened his grip on your thighs, steadying you so he could press his face even harder into your pussy. His right hand moved to your clit, rubbing it at an intense speed, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as you subconsciously squeezed against his head, letting out a pornographic moan of your boyfriend’s name as you came. Jack continued to lick you a little, before releasing his grip on your thighs, sitting up and wiping his nose and mouth on three fingers, and offering them up to you.
“Taste. You’re so sweet baby.” He smiled at you, putting his fingers in your mouth. You responded by sucking on them, letting out a “mmmm” which made Jack squeeze his eyes shut. His dick was so hard he thought he might explode and die. You noticed this, sitting up and giving him a needy messy kiss.
“Your turn.” You said in a low voice, getting up to lock the door and giggled when Jack smacked your ass, quickly running back to him to continue your eventful night.
Literally the best night of my life, and all the more depressing since the several events that followed that day were... well, not as grand.
Life is finally starting to get better *knocks wood aggressively* but I still miss this day. I still look at videos from that show occasionally and break down. All I want is to go back.
I hope Jack is doing well and taking care of himself, but I miss tour bad, and I really wish I was able to go to NPLH.
I guess that's all I wanted to say. Nostalgia and time are bitches, aren't they?!
Thank you to my love @nattinatalia for tagging me🤍
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