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seen a louis edit on tiktok (by almehenn) with michael jackson’s song threatened (my mf song) playing as the audio, and, well yes. then it also had me thinking that if claudia was still alive, she and louis would’ve loved jackson 5, the jacksons, and michael and janet. claudia would ESPECIALLY loved janet. no one can tell me anything else, my mind is made up. do you see what i see?
genre(s) - one-shot, lesbian erotica, established relationship
description - the quickest way to grab your ex-girlfriend’s attention is sweets; her personal favorite is your sweet treat.
warning(s) - profanity, pussy eating, nipple/breast play, biting, overstimulation, food mentioned, kissing, hickies, pet names (baby, good girl), praise kink, dirty talk(?). 18+ only, minors & men dni.
word count - 2.4k
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KNOCKING REPEATEDLY ON THE door, Jennifer sighs and steps back, waiting for you. Glancing behind her, she looks at your car, thinking of washing it, really to spend more time with you again.
The heat from the oven hits your face as you open it. With pink mitts on, you pull out the tray of brookies and place it on the stove.
Taking the mitts off, you place them flatly on the counter beside the stove and turn the overhead fan on low. The cooked smell of brookies wafts through your home, mixing with the candle’s scent. Walking out ot the kitchen, you pause as you stand in front of your small round mirror hung on the wall by the front door.
Checking your face and a little bit of how the apron looked on you, you had nothing underneath besides a pink thong and a lacy pink thigh garter to match. The ribbons in your hair hold still, your fingers lightly touch them as you hum, content with your look.
Once you reach the front door, you open it, biting your bottom lip to hide the smile as your eyes land on Jennifer.
She tilts her head to the left, eyes wandering over your face to your body, swallowing her saliva hard, she huffs, feeling the ache between her thighs appear again.
“Are you going to let me in, or should I die standing here?” She states dramatically, her necklace glaring from the sunlight as she leans her body on the doorframe.
You huff and roll your eyes, keeping the door close to you. “I didn’t think you would show up.” You tease and smirk. Jennifer hums now and rubs her lips together.
“You texted, said you made brownies?” Her voice becomes softer, her sweet eyes never leaving yours.
“Brookies.” You correct, Jennifer scoffs and playfully rolls her eyes, trying her best to hide her smile. “Yeah, still.” Raising her hand to touch your arm, her index finger drags down your forearm, making you shiver.
“Are you gonna let me in, or do I have to die from this heat?” You blink a couple of times and giggle as you step to the side.
Jennifer smiles and walks in, looking around your place, seeing the small changes you have made to it.
“Pretty flowers.” She lets out as she walks past the living room, heading straight to the kitchen.
You look over to the coffee table, the bouquet you bought for yourself, the same arrangements Jennifer would get you. You sigh and walk inside the kitchen, seeing her standing beside the counter, leaning to look at the brookies.
Jennifer’s head peers up at you, licking her lips at the sight of your big thighs and the garter.
“So, how much can I have, or is one my cut off?” She mumbles, giggling as her thumb brushes over her bottom lip.
You shake your head, now in front of her, “You can have whatever you like, Jen, just don’t be greedy.” You express, crossing your arms, your cleavage shows more from your apron.
Her eyes darken at the sight. Standing straight, she raises a brow and smirks.
“Me? Greedy?” Jennifer scoffs, watching the way you roll your eyes.
You turn to face the cabinets, open one, and grab a small plate, handing it to her.
Jennifer places it on the counter, picks up one of the brookies, and places it on the plate. Her eyes were still on your body and face as she licked her thumb and index fingers.
Humming, she smirks as she flutters her lashes at you, “Taste good.” She whispers, you nod, and watch as she picks up the brookie, coming close to you, her other hand stays below it to catch any crumbs.
You tilt your head, and she nods, nudging the desert to your lips.
Opening your mouth, you take a small bite and step back, chewing on it slowly. Jennifer takes a bite also, from the same place. Her eyes locked on yours as the smoothness of the brookie mixes around her mouth.
“Well, you were always a baker.” She whispers, you hold in a smile and walk away. Standing in front of the fridge, you open the door and grab a bottle of water.
Shutting the door, you open the bottle, taking a few sips while you stare at Jennifer, who takes another bite of the brookies. Placing the bottle on the counter beside her, Jennifer picks it up right after, finishing the rest of it.
You stay quiet, your hand picks up the foil paper that was on the right side of the counter, covering the food up. You pick it up and walk back to the fridge to put it away.
“So, how have you been these days?” Jennifer asks, cringing mentally after, your brows furrow as you look back at her while you hold in a laugh. “What?” You shut the door and walk back over to her. Jennifer stands straight, her fingers playing with her necklace as she gazes at you.
Jennifer shrugs, “I can’t ask?” She mutters, bringing her fingers to the strap of your apron, your glance at her nails, then back to her face. “You can, it just sounds weird coming from you.”
You explain, Jennifer tilts her head and bites her bottom lip, eyes stuck on your cleavage now.
“I used to ask you that question all the time.” Her voice gets softer, taking a step closer, you gulp as you feel her breath on you. “Yeah, when we were dating.” That gets her attention, something you have been searching for since the breakup.
Jennifer closes her lips to hide her smirk, “I used to do a lot for you when we were dating, remember?”
Your heart beats faster as you think back to her lips, soft and plump, teasing at your clit.
Jennifer’s eyes glisten at the sight of your breath hitching. You already had her wrapped around your fingers; she’s just wondering if it’s the same for you.
“I missed you.” She sighs, moving her hands over to your waist. She grips your body and pulls you closer. You shiver and whimper, her perfume consuming you, “Jen.” You struggle out, she closes her eyes, and runs her hands down your back.
You yelp as she goes under the apron to smack your ass and grip it.
“Come on, baby, I know you missed me too; otherwise, you wouldn’t have done all of this.” She rasps out, leaning up from your shoulder, she looks you back in your eyes, and smirks.
Nodding, you sigh and wrap your arms around her, your breasts pressing against hers, “I hate you.” You whine out, Jennifer giggles, and leans her head on your shoulder, pressing her lips to your skin; you sigh and tilt your head to give her better access.
“Sometimes, I wonder why we broke up. Can you help remind me why?” She mumbles against your skin and leaves many kisses on your neck, her lips open a little as her tongue slips out.
Licking around you, her lips suck at your skin as her teeth tease at it. You whine and move your hands to the back of her head, scratching her scalp.
“Fuck, right there, Jen.” You moan, Jennifer’s pussy pulsates at your sounds, her lips suck at the area harder, leaving slight marks on your skin.
Pushing your body back carefully to the island, her lips still attached to your neck, leaving a plethora of marks on it, before dragging her teeth to your collarbone.
You grip her hair and moan again, “I hate you so much.” You let out, and Jennifer then bites down on your collarbone, “Enough.” She mumbles before licking at your bruised skin.
You pout and move your hands to the hem of her shirt, pushing it up.
You rest your hands on her bare waist before going up to her bra, your index fingers hooking and pulling it up more. Jennifer’s nipples brush against her shirt, which gets hard from the feeling.
Jennifer smiles and looks at you, “So eager, I’m not going anywhere.” You roll your eyes and giggle, pulling her shirt off, you keep her bra up as your mouth wraps around her right nipple. Jennifer whimpers and brings her hand to the back of your neck, caressing it as your tongue twirls over her nub.
Your saliva drips out of your mouth and drools down to her underboob as you keep sucking, the sensations run to Jennifer’s clit, making her jerk her hips up.
“I thought I was here to fuck you.” She mumbles, you glance, pulling back, your saliva covers your lips and chin as a string of it breaks onto her nipple. “You are.” Placing your left thumb around her left nipple, Jennifer moans and leans her head back as you suck her right nipple again.
“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” She pants out, looking down at you as her hand pats on your head.
That encourages you to keep sucking, moving your mouth to suck on her left nipple, your teeth graze over it before you keep sucking, the taste of her all over your mouth, just the way you want it.
Jennifer’s hand comes under your chin, pulling your head up, her lips smush against yours, you open your mouth and feel her tongue slip in. Swirling around yours, you suck at her tongue, her saliva covering your bottom lip and chin.
Your hands go to her bra, pulling it back down, and you fix it so she's comfortable again.
Jennifer leans her head down to your neck again, kissing softer this time. You let out a sigh as her hands wrap around your waist, making you sit closer to the edge.
Her fingers reach to the back of your apron, untying the ribbon you made. You then bring your hands to the neck strap and pull it over your head. Jennifer steps back and pulls the apron off you, the cold air hitting your nipples.
She smiles at you, appreciating the way your stretch marks cover the area of your armpit to your breasts and on your stomach.
Truly, she missed you, missed your scent, missed your laughter, missed it all. Afraid of telling you all of that and ruining the moment, Jennifer gets on her knees, her hands running up your thighs to the hem of your thong.
“Can I?” She mutters, still mentally checking on you. You nod and smile, your hand comes up to her cheek, and your thumb rubs it.
“I want you.” You remind her, your words turning her on.
Jennifer pulls your thong down, sliding it off your ankles, she tosses it on the floor, and opens your legs. Your pussy glistening, arousal covered your cunt as your clit twitches.
Jennifer glances up at you before coming closer, licking her lips, she presses a kiss on your clit.
Feeling the quick movement from your legs wrapping around her, preparing yourself.
Smirking against your pussy, Jennifer opens her mouth, laying her tongue flatly on your pussy, and she then licks up your folds. Your hand moves over to her hair, gripping.
“Mmngh-” You gasp, Jennifer moves her tongue around your dripping cunt, you moan and whine, trying to keep your legs open.
“Oh fuck, right there!” You squirm, hips jerking, riding her face a little, Jennifer continues to suck at your folds, tongue teasing your gaping hole a little bit.
She groans against your pussy, her hands coming up to your thighs, keeping them wide as she moves her tongue side to side.
“Ngh—Jen, please.” You gasp, before you could finish your sentence, her tongue thrusts into your hole, your walls clenching around her tongue as she moves it in and out.
Arching your back a little, your fingers scratch her scalp, Jennifer's eyes flicker up to your face. Seeing the way your lips gap open, moans spilling out of you. She giggles, the sound vibrates against your pussy, forcing you to close your legs.
“Open.” She warns, you whine and pout, but listen. Opening your legs again, her fingers grip your skin, making you remember who's in control.
“Rock those pretty hips for me, baby.” She whispers, her tongue licks up your pussy to your clit, before twirling the tip around it.
You gasp and ride her face messily, your arousal covering her nose, mouth, and chin. She’s soaked in your attention, your scent.
“Please, please, please! I’m so close, baby.” You babble out, gasping as her tongue and lips devour your folds. Jennifer doesn’t stop, her tongue catching each drip you leak out from your hole.
The tightness in your stomach becomes apparent as you struggle to keep your legs open.
Her tongue goes over your gummy walls, your pulsing pussy taking her deeper.
You continue to cry out, a babbling mess for Jennifer like you used to. She listens, her tongue focused on your g-spot as it hits it repeatedly, not stopping till you cover her face with your cum.
“That’s it, baby, such a good girl for me. I miss this pussy so much.” She lets out, breathing hard on your clit, tongue curling as your hips jerk up and down.
You let out a moan, full of pleasure, as you reach your orgasm. Your pussy is pulsing hard over and over in seconds. Your toes curl as your stomach begins to feel empty, cum spills out of you.
Jennifer sucks you up, your cum covering her chin, and the counter underneath you.
Her pupils are blown as her thumb comes over to your clit, teasing it a little as you whine. Your pretty moans and pussy, just for her, she could almost cum at the sight alone, which she has many times.
Jennifer’s eyes flicker up to you, her tongue licking her lips as she moves her thumb away, hand planted on your trembling thighs.
You breathe heavily, chest rising up and down as you look down at her. Jennifer stands slowly, knees in pain, but she ignores it, focused on you.
“How’s that for missing you?” She smirks, and you hold in a smile, shaking your head, and you give her your middle finger. Jennifer laughs and steps closer, pushing your hand away before wrapping hers around your waist and leaning forward, lips ghosting over yours.
“Come taste yourself on me, pretty girl.” She rasps, you hum and hitch your head up.
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hearing about sophie n and all of the stuff abt israel is genuinely so disappointing to hear, especially when she just recently won an award and shouted out the gays… gosh…
it’s so disappointing and the thing is, i can’t even be shocked if i tried — 💌 tay ۵
finding out that sophie nelisse does support israel, i won’t be writing for shauna shipman anymore. i personally don’t feel comfortable writing for her character, i understand that shauna isn’t an extension of sophie as an actress, but i just don’t feel comfortable knowing that information now and somehow still supporting “her” if that makes sense. if you don’t like the fact i’m doing this, you can block me, thank you.
Idk if you’ve seen this but if it’s true it’s very disappointing sigh
hey jay, and no i haven’t, been kinda off social media for a little but thank you for telling me. this is so disappointing but honestly, i can’t even say i’m shocked. — 💌 tay ۵
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thank you my love 🥹💘 i appreciate you too!!— 💌 tay ۵
