thinking about quiet shower sex with dbf jamie. lord help me.
no the way my brain goes so extra and complex with this idea for no reason AHAHA
i imagine like, his house is being fumigated or something lmao and he mentions getting a hotel and your parents are like "absolutely not, you're sleeping here." which is fine. everything’s fine. you’re in the living room watching TV after dinner with your family, and jamie’s there, on the opposite end of the couch (which he’s fucked you on, by this point. the memory doesn’t slip your mind.) and you’re brainstorming ways to get him between your legs without your parents knowing.
before he’d even shown up at your door with his overnight bag, he’d texted not in the guest room. your mom changes those sheets. and he’d ignored when, right before dinner, you responded my room? i change those sheets. don’t mind a little mess.
he ignores it, right up until he slips upstairs to shower and ready himself for bed, bidding you and your family goodnight. you’re content to stay downstairs and finish the movie your dad had chosen, until your phone lights up and jamie’s texted the mess won’t be little, and suddenly you’re saying goodnight, too.










