Hi everyone my name is yanni but ofc that is not my real name, i’m 18 y/o 2007 Capricorn, both of my parents are nigerian ( specifically igbo ) but im 3rd gen and southern raised shout out bojangles and cookout
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now Jermajesty wouldn’t call himself a “eater” but he is one and could that nigga fucking eat! and tonight? he was fucking devouring you
you currently had your legs draped over your shoulders and he held your thighs tightly making sure you wouldn’t move one bit
“mmm’shiiit” you moaned, tossing your head back onto the pillows. he loved hearing you whine whimper and moan all because of his tongue
“fuck m’boutta cum again!” yes again, for the third time that night, Jermajesty ran his tounge over your clit and pulled away from you soaked and swollen pussy, that made your hips buck involuntarily
you looked down at his plump lips, covered in all your juices “do i make you feel that good baby” he muttered licking his lips and latching back onto your clit
“oh god yes! you make me f’so good! fuckfuckfuck! m’gonna cum!” you blabbered, now digging your heels into his back as your own arched off the bed
“Jermajestyyy” you whined, your legs violently trembling against his shoulders
your body went completely limp, your third orgasm sending harsh shivers through your body
Jermajesty sat up between your spread legs and began to untie the string of his sweatpants
“you tapping out?” “yes!”
a/n wrote this bc i love his lips so much and @jermajestysbaby told me to
summary: a quiet evening at home takes a very unexpected turn
contains: arguing, heavy cursing, n-word, violence, gunshots, blood, death, somebody shoots someone dw it’s not someone important
notes: i was a little hesitant to post this one for some reason and then i stopped caring, this is part four of the jackson’s read part three here
you sat at your vanity in the master bedroom, carefully working a wide tooth comb through your hair before wrapping each section around soft rollers for the night
soft music drifted from the record player across the room as you quietly hummed along
then
BANG!
your hand froze mid-motion and you stared at your reflection, before you could convince yourself it had been something else
BANG!
without thinking, you pushed your chair back and hurried out of the bedroom and rushed downstairs
the moment you reached the bottom step you stopped dead in your tracks and in the middle of your living room, laid a man motionless on the cream-colored rug in a pool of his own blood, standing over the body were Michael, Marlon, and Jackie
Jackie casually moved the handgun in his grip behind his back and Marlon awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly finding the floor very interesting
you slowly looked from the body and then back to your fiancé
“Michael…why is there a man bleeding out on my carpet”
“…sugar bear”
“no” you held up your hand “don’t ‘Sugar Bear’ me now nigga”
you pointed directly at the body lying in the middle of your living room “there is a dead man on my carpet” “our carpet” Michael corrected absentmindedly
your head slowly turned toward him. “Michael Joseph Jackson.”
“that… wasn’t the point I should’ve been making” “no, it wasn’t!” your voice echoed through the foyer
“I leave you alone for one evening, and somehow you manage to turn my damn living room into a crime scene?”
“baby i’m sorry this wasn’t planned to happen like this”
“oh!” You threw your hands into the air. “well, that makes me feel so much better!”
the brothers slowly began inching toward the front door and Michael noticed from the corner of his eye.
“where y’all going?” both of them froze “you two ain’t leaving me here”
Marlon looked offended “this your fiancé…this ain’t got nothing to do with me!” Jackie nodded “this above our pay grade.”
you looked between the three brothers in disbelief
“are y’all seriously discussing this like I’m not standing right here?”
you looked back at Michael “i asked you question” he sighed “he had some past due debt” “and!?”
“he was making excuses and tried to hide from us” “so you shot him…”
Michael hesitated “eventually” “eventually?…really?” “he didn’t exactly cooperate”
“Michael!” His shoulders tensed “i didn’t have a choice and i’m not the one who shot him!”
you took a step toward him and pointed a polished finger at him “you promised me” “i know baby and i’m s-”“you promised this house would be separate from… all of this”
Michael’s jaw tightened “i know what i said”
your eyes immediately snapped toward the body lying on the floor, you threw your arm out, pointing directly at it…well him
“then what the fuck is this?!” your voice echoed throughout the mansion
“what am I looking at right now, Michael? huh?! you told me this house would be safe! you told me i’d never have to see this! so why is there a dead man bleeding all over our living room?”
Micheal looked down at the floor avoiding your gaze
“you better clean this shit up…and you better find somewhere else to sleep tonight” and without waiting for a response, you turned on around and walked back toward the staircase
Michael instinctively took a step after you
“y/n…”
you didn’t stop nor look back
a moment later, the bedroom door upstairs slammed shut
Jackie slowly looked over at Michael “you think the couch is comfortable?” Michael shot him a look making Jackie immediately raised both hands and Marlon quietly cleared his throat. “i’ve got an air mattress in my truck…”
Michael sighed, rubbing a hand over his face “just help me clean this up”
the rest of the night passed in silence
you stayed upstairs and Michael stayed downstairs, neither of you made an effort to bridge the distance between you
sometime after midnight…
the ringing of the house phone shattered the silence, you groaned, rolling over before reaching for the receiver on the nightstand
“hello?” you grumbled “hello?” you furrowed your brows, fully sitting up now
“…may I speak to Michael?” “who is this?” “Diana” “Diana who?” “…Diana Ross”
you glanced toward the empty side of the bed. “he isn’t here right now” “oh, i can call back-” before she could finish, you interrupted “don’t”
click !
you hung up
You stared at the phone for a second..then you turned the lamp off and pulled the covers over your shoulder and went back to sleep
the next morning…
you sat beside the pool with oversized sunglasses resting on your face, lazily flipping through a magazine
you heard footsteps behind you and you didn’t bother looking up
Michael cleared his throat “good morning”
silence…
he slowly walked around until he was standing in front of your lounge chair. in one hand was a velvet jewelry box and In the other a bouquet of your favorite flowers
“i brought you something”
still nothing
he opened the box and inside sat a diamond tennis bracelet
“i know last night was-” you turned the page of your magazine, he sighed “can you at least look at me?”
nothing
he carefully set the flowers and jewelry on the small table beside you “i’m not trying to buy your forgiveness”
“mhm” “i promise” “mhm” “i really am sorry”
You finally lowered the magazine. not to look at the bracelet, not to look at the flowers
you looked directly at him “so…you wanna tell me why that bitch was calling our house so late?” “…what?” “Diana”
you folded your arms “she called here after midnight asking for you”
Michael blinked. “…Diana?” “don’t play dumb nigga” “i’m not!” “you know exactly who I’m talking about”
he thought for a second before realization hit him “…Diana Ross?” “that’s what she said”
tou tilted your head “so…why is Diana Ross calling my house looking for my fiancé after midnight?”Michael let out a slow breath “she was probably trying to reach me about business”
you gave him a look “…business?” “yes baby, business”
“what kind of business happens after midnight?” “the kind I’m usually involved in”
you rolled your eyes “i mean it” “you always mean it Michael”
he took a cautious step closer “i’m serious, o have nothing going on with Diana” “you expect me to believe that?” “yes”
you stared at him for a long moment..then you leaned back in your chair “i haven’t decided if I do yet”
Michael rubbed the back of his neck “tell me how i fix this?”
you slowly folded your magazine shut and set it on the table beside you, then taking off your sunglasses
you stood from the lounge chair, crossing your arms as you looked up at Michael
“so let me get this straight…you lied to me”
he sighed “i didn’t lie” “you promised me this house would stay separate from your work”
“i know” “and you broke that promise” his shoulders dropped “i know…” “and then you disappear all night without so much as a phone call”
“i was dealing with what happened” “i don’t care what you were dealing with!”
“you left me in that house by myself after I watched somebody die on my living room floor! you couldn’t pick up a phone? you couldn’t call and say, ‘hey, sugar bear, i’m alive?’”
he looked down “i should’ve” “damn right you should’ve!”
you shook your head “and then I get a phone call from some woman asking for my soon to be husband in the middle of the damn night.”
“i already explained that” “you gave me an answer” you took a step closer “i didn’t say i believed it”
Michael let out a long breath…he could argue, he could defend himself, he could insist he was right, but instead he closed the distance between you and before you could say another word…he slowly lowered himself onto both knees in front of you
“oh my god Michael” he reached for your hands “i messed up” you instinctively tried pulling away and he held on gently
“please let me finish” his voice was barely above a whisper
“i’ve spent my whole life learning how to lead men, how to make difficult decisions and how to protect my family but loving you…i’m still learning…I never wanted you to see any of that. I wanted this house to be your safe place…our safe place and I failed.”
his thumbs gently rubbed over the backs of your hands.
“when that man showed up…i wasn’t thinking about the carpet and i wasn’t thinking about the house but i was thinking about you and if he had gotten past us…”
Michael swallowed hard
“i couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you because i hesitated…”
his eyes glistened
“i know i broke my promise, i know i scared you and i know flowers and diamonds aren’t going to fix that.”
he lowered his head for a moment before looking back up at you “i’m sorry..so… so sorry. i should’ve called, i should’ve warned you, i should’ve been there when you woke up and i should’ve done a lot of things differently.”
be squeezed your hands gently
“but if you’ll let me…i’ll spend every day making sure I don’t make those same mistakes again…I love you more than this life, more than the money, more than the power, more than anything y/n…if I have to spend the rest of my life earning your trust back…i will.”
silence settled between the two of you
you looked down at the man kneeling in front of you
the feared Michael Jackson…the man grown men trembled before
reduced to begging the woman he loved for forgiveness
you clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes “you look ridiculous” he let out a quiet laugh “…probably”
“you know these pants cost more than my first car?” “i do” “and you’re out here on your knees in the grass” “i know”
you let him sit there for another few seconds
“…stand up.”
he hesitated “so… does that mean-” “Michael i said stand up.” he was on his feet before you could repeat yourself
the moment he stood, you reached up and straightened the collar of his shirt
“i’m still mad.” “i understand” “you gon’ be sleeping in that guest room for another night” he nodded “yes ma’am”
“and if another woman calls this house after midnight…” you narrowed your eyes “i’m setting that pretty Porsche out front on fucking fire” “i understand” “you better”
you stared at him for another second before letting out an exaggerated sigh
Michael wrapped his arms around you almost instantly, pulling you into his chest like he’d been waiting all night to do it
after a moment…you hugged him back. only for a second, then you pulled away and lightly smacked his chest
“don’t think you slick either…i forgave you, i ain’t gonna forget.” Michael smiled
“i wouldn’t expect you to” “good”
he leaned down and kissed your forehead
“i love you”
you rolled your eyes as a tiny smile tugged at your lips
Genre: SMUT!!(MDNI), Technically enemies to lovers(?). University!AU
Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI), bullying. We're gonna tag angst to be safe. Reader is dramatic. Virginity loss. Big-Dick Maj (Holup, working with a monster!) Oral (m. receiving). Edging. Slight dacryphilia(?). Slight mommy kink (appears once). P in V (protected). Jermajesty's not as innocent as you think, reader's just as bad. (They're both creeps)
Summary: Y/n is assigned as Jermajesty's partner. While she'd rather be doing anything else, she figures the best way to learn is hands on.
W.C: 8.2k (She's juicy, honey)
Author’s Note: First dish is up! WAD won the vote, and so here I am to deliver. Y'all I had a ball cooking this one up (it's been in the kitchen for two months, and y'all forced me to finish it). Let me know what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it, and as always, happy reading!
-Love, B. 🤍
↪ The Archive
The lecture hall door swings open with a thud against the rubber stopper, and you sail through it like you're making an entrance on a reality tv show. Your hip does most of the heavy lifting because your hands are full. One clutches an iced latte the color of a sunset, while the other holds your phone, which you're actively ignoring because the group chat has been blowing up since six this morning, and you know those whores have nothing serious to talk about.
Everyone looks up. They always do. You've accepted it as a natural law by now, like gravity or the fact that the dining hall will always be out of the good yogurt by the time you get there.
When you walk into a room, people notice. You're the girl with the glossed lips, cropped tops, and skirts that toe the lines of the campus dress code so dangerously it might as well be a tightrope act. Some people call you a ditz. Others, more creatively, call you a bimbo. You, however, prefer to call yourself efficient. Because really, why waste precious mental real estate pretending to care about things you don't? Your brain is a finite resource, and you've chosen to allocate it to the things that matter: your social standing, aesthetic, and the ability to read a room and make everyone in it do what you want. Everything else is background noise.
You slide into your usual seat, third row from the back, by the window, where the light hits your face just right, and you can watch the squirrels wage their endless war against the campus landscaping. Your designer tote hits the desk with a clatter that could wake the dead, and a few heads swivel in your direction. You don't bother to look up, finding your phone more interesting. Besides, you know exactly what they're seeing: a girl who looks like she stepped out of a magazine spread, completely unbothered by the weight of academic responsibility. BIO202 may very well be the bane of your existence. A serious thorn in your otherwise perfectly manicured side. You've already taken this class twice.
Twice.
And failed both times, not because you couldn't understand the material, but because you couldn't be bothered to show up for the exams or the labs. Or, you know, any of the classes after the first week. But third time's the charm, right? That's what your academic advisor said, anyway, with that strained smile people get when they're trying to be supportive but are also deeply concerned about your life choices.
Professor Wallace shuffles in like a man who has given up on life but still has bills to pay. His tie is crooked, his hair looks like it lost a fight with a pillow, and he's muttering something about traffic and his existential crisis of running out of coffee on a Monday morning. The room falls into a hush, the kind of collective silence that says everyone has agreed, without consulting each other, that this is a don't-make-eye-contact kind of morning.
He fumbles with his briefcase, drops a stack of papers, picks them up, drops them again, and finally gives up, leaving them in a chaotic pile on his desk. For a long moment, he just stares at the mess, like he's waiting for it to organize itself out of sheer pity. When it doesn't, he sighs, adjusts his glasses, and clears his throat.
"Good morning, everyone," Wallace drones out. His voice serves as the auditory equivalent of a wet blanket. He does a headcount, eyes scanning the room with the enthusiasm of someone counting inventory at a warehouse. "Before we begin today's lesson, I have an announcement."
You sigh, loud enough for the guy next to you to glance over. You pop the lid off your fruity little drink and take a long sip, just to have something to do with your hands. Announcements are never good. They always mean extra work, stricter rules, or some new policy designed to make your already tedious life even more complicated. You brace yourself for the worst.
"As you all know," Wallace continues, and you can already feel your stomach churning, "the final project makes up a big chunk of your overall grade for this course."
Here it comes; the hammer is about to fall.
"To, uh, encourage collaborative thinking and foster a sense of ‘academic community’... as the dean puts it, I've assigned each of you a permanent partner for the remainder of the semester."
A wave of groans ripples through the room, a chorus of shared misery that sounds like a gospel choir of the damned. You roll your eyes so hard you see stars. The plan for this class (and, let's be honest, your entire academic career) was simple. Apply minimal effort, show up, look good, make a few snide comments, and leave. Now, thanks to Professor Wallace's misguided attempt at team-building, you're going to have to remember some random loser's name for the next three weeks. Tragic. Absolutely tragic.
The disordered professor adjusts his glasses, squinting at a piece of paper that looks like it's been through a war. "I'll call your names. Find your partner and get acquainted. You have the rest of the class to start planning."
You make a face, already drafting a detailed complaint in your head. You're going to be stuck with some eager beaver who wants to meet every day at the library, or worse, someone who doesn't shower and has strong opinions about the correct way to cite sources.
A nightmare scenario is unfolding in real time, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Wallace starts rattling off names, pairing people up with the efficiency of a computer algorithm designed by someone who hates fun. You watch as your classmates shuffle around, finding their new partners with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Some look relieved. Others look like they've just been sentenced to community service.
"L/n and..." Wallace pauses, squinting at his paper. "Jackson."
What?
You turn slowly, like a possessed doll, scanning the room until your eyes land on him.
Jermajesty Jackson.
The universe has a sense of humor; you're sure of it. A sick, twisted, heartless sense of humor. There's no other explanation for why you, the queen of the social jungle, have been paired with the dweeb at the bottom of the food chain. The loser that wears the ratty graphic tees, has glasses that never stay on his face, and a backpack that looks like it’s been to hell and back. Your eyes meet, and he looks just as horrified as you feel. A scoff leaves your lips as you slouch in your seat.
"Him? Seriously?" you lament, already feeling the five stages of grief creeping in.
The young man flinches, just a little. He wasn't expecting you to be so openly disgusted. His gaze drops to his notebook, fingers curling around his pen.
Wallace wears a flat expression, “If you don’t like it, I’d be happy to fail you…a third time Ms. L/n.”
Touche.
Jermajesty takes his place in the now empty seat next to you. He doesn’t speak, though, knowing better than to try and engage with someone as popular (and disgruntled) as you. Instead, he starts observing.
You’re gorgeous, a blind man could see that much. You’re also very put together, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The guys here want you, and the girls want to be you. You’re also mean as fuck. But the thing about you that brings Jermajesty the most comfort is the fact that you might actually be the dumbest person he’s ever met.
Not that it was ever often, but when you did participate in class, it wasn’t hard to tell that glitter gloss and mini-skirts reigned supreme in your head. He isn’t all that thrilled to be partnered with you either. In fact, he finds you obnoxious and can’t really see what everyone else does. But your disinterest means you won’t get in the way later on, so he can deal with the circumstance…for now.
When the bell finally rings, you're out of your seat before the sound fully fades, already searching the growing crowd for your friends. You find them, Mia, Dai, and Tania, waiting a few feet from the door. A cluster of perfectly styled hair, designer clothes, manicured nails. They’re probably talking about this weekend’s party, or about how Serena’s leave-out really was left out.
"Hey!" you call, approaching rapidly, and they turn, faces lighting up.
"Y/n! Oh my god, I need to tell you—" Dai starts, but you cut her off.
"You won’t believe what just happened," you say, waving your hand to cut her story short. "So, I got paired with someone for a project in bio, right?"
They all lean in, listening intently. They too know the pain of random academic partnership.
“Bitch…who’d you get?" Mia asks.
You say his name like it's a disease, one that will most certainly kill you within forty-eight hours.
There’s a beat of silence, then Mia blinks. "Wait…Jermajesty? The one with the extra fine brother?"
"Yeah," you say, actively deflating. "That’s the one."
They all turn, like synchronized swimmers, to see Jermajesty exiting the room. He hasn't noticed yet, waiting for the hall to clear, completely unaware that he's become the center of attention.
"Oh my god," Dai whispers, half‑laughing. "Girl he looks a mess!"
"Bitch! Look at the pokemon cards in his bag," Mia chimes in, giggling while pointing. A small crowd begins to form as they poke a little more.
Tania, the loudest of the group, tilts her head and says, loud enough to carry, "What a fuckin’ dork!"
The crowd starts to laugh, and you do too. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right? That’s the script. You’re the queen, and this is your court. If the school were a monarchy, your face would be on the dollar. Then you go to crack your own joke, but when you look back, Jermajesty’s frozen.
His shoulders are tense, and his hands are trembling. For a second, he just sits there, like he's trying to decide if he actually heard what he thinks he heard. Then he looks up. His eyes meet yours for a split second, and all you see is hurt. Pure embarrassment and humiliation fill his face as he pretends Tania’s words don’t sting.
He breaks away from your gaze and looks around quickly, searching for an out. Something in your chest twists violently. It’s a feeling you’d normally write off. But it’s suspiciously close to empathy. How annoying.
You don't do…guilt.
You say what you want, when you want, and if people can't handle it, that's their problem. But this…this is just sad. It might have something to do with how he looked at you, like he expected you to be on his side, when you weren't. Whatever it is chips away at your resolve.
You suck in a dramatic breath through your nose. What you’re about to do might qualify as social suicide, but the barely-used, dust-covered better part of you (which lives somewhere near your conscience and your love of limited edition lip gloss) can’t let him sit there looking like a kicked puppy. Especially since his only crime is existing.
"Hush," you snap at your friends, and before they can ask what’s up, you're walking back toward the classroom, heels clicking loudly against the tile. Jermajesty is trying to steady himself and is about halfway through reciting the elements of the periodic table when you stop in front of him. He startles, like he wasn't expecting you to come anywhere near him.
"Hey," you say, voice casual, like you didn't just let your friends humiliate him thirty seconds ago.
"Please leave me alone," he all but begs, voice meek.
You flinch at the way he speaks. How the hell do you even fix this? Never have you attempted to console someone before. Without much more thought, you whip out your phone, unlock it, and thrust it at him. "Give me your number."
He blinks. "What?"
"Your number," you repeat, rolling your eyes like he's being difficult on purpose. "So I can text you about our project. Duh."
He stares at you for a second, then at your phone, then back at you. "Oh. Um. Okay."
The crowd that rallied to watch you tear the boy apart begins to disband once they realize that you aren’t being hostile. The boy in front of you visibly relaxes as the onlookers keep moving. He hesitates for a moment, then takes your phone with careful fingers, like he's afraid he'll break it, and types in his contact info. When he hands it back, you glance at the screen.
Jermajesty J.
Cute.
You snatch the phone back and tuck it into your purse, then lean in a little closer, dropping your voice so only he can hear. "Attention’s off you now. You're welcome," you murmur, tilting your head slightly before finishing. "Oh, and do. not. text me."
His eyes widen just a bit, realizing you only handed over your life source to save his skin. "I… okay?"
"Good." You give him one last look, half‑annoyed, half‑something else you don't want to name, then turn and walk back to your friends. They're all watching you with confusion written across their faces clear as day.
"What was that?" Dai asks as you rejoin the group.
"Damage control," you quip, shrugging your shoulders. "He looked like he was going to die of embarrassment. If he fails, I fail. I can’t risk my grade over a joke."
The girls hum in agreement, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. You, on the other hand, can't stop thinking about something. The way he looked at you, like he expected better. It’s easy to tell yourself you don’t care, but you suppose it would’ve been easier to leave him alone in the first place.
The rest of the day drags on like molasses. You skip your other classes, deciding that this morning was enough excitement for one day. You tell yourself you'll make Jermajesty do all the boring stuff and you'll just look pretty, sign your name, and call it a day. That was the plan anyway.
When you get back to the house, you drop your bag by the door and flop onto the couch. Notifications fly across your screen one by one. Classmates, friends, group chats. Then, finally:
Hey, it's Jermajesty. From bio. Did you want to come over?
You roll your eyes, but type back anyway.
U didn’t need to tell me that. Alr saved ur number.
Thought I told u not to txt me??
Three little dots appear, disappear, appear again.
Ok. Let’s hope third time’s a charm then.
You raise a perfectly arched brow at the words glaring back at you. Though audacious, that little shit does make a valid point. If you fail this class again, you’ll be suspended for a year. Still, there’s no way in hell you’d be caught dead walking into Jermajesty’s house. A sigh escapes through your nose as you formulate a response.
Wtv. Not coming over there. U can come to mine at 7. Use the back door.
[ y/n shared location for 1 hour]
You toss your phone onto the cushion beside you and stretch, trying to ignore the low hum of annoyance in your chest. This is going to be a disaster. You can already tell.
At 6:58, there's a quiet knock at the back entrance, just as instructed. You glance at it before standing slowly, then pad over in your socks, opening the door just wide enough to peek out. Jermajesty stands there, backpack clutched like it contains state secrets, looking ready for a cameo on ‘Nerd Makeover: Extreme Edition.’
He’s wearing a long-sleeved anime shirt, basketball shorts that scream ‘laundry day,’ and sneakers that are beat to shit. His hair is wild, he’s sweating bullets, and his glasses are so crooked you’d think they were part of a social experiment. The poor boy is petrified.
"Hey," Jermajesty squeaks.
"Hey," you echo with the enthusiasm of a cat being asked to take a bath, stepping back to let him in. "Shoes off. And don’t touch anything."
He blinks, then quickly bends to untie his laces, lining his shoes up neatly by the mat like he's afraid they'll offend you if they aren't perfectly straight.
"Living room," you sigh, gesturing up the hall. "We can work at the coffee table."
He nods while trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You plop back onto the couch, and he sits near you, carefully setting his backpack on the floor and unzipping it to reveal an organized mess of folders, notebooks, and pens. It may look chaotic, but he has a whole system.
"Alright," you huff. "Let's get this over with. What do we have to do again?"
Jermajesty pulls out a notebook, flipping to a page that is, predictably, color-coded with the kind of enthusiasm only a future valedictorian would possess. "The endocrine system," he says, pushing his glasses up like a nervous scientist. "We have to identify the main parts, explain their functions, and how they work together to keep our hormones in check. Basically, why you don’t burst into tears during store sales."
You make a face. "I do burst into tears when there’s a sale. Anyway, that sounds like a lot of words."
"It's… not that bad," he says, tentatively. "I can draft most of it, if you want. You can, like, review it?"
You raise an eyebrow. "You're offering to do all the work?"
He shrugs, cheeks flushing a little. "I don't mind. I kind of… like this part."
"Of course you do," you murmur, but the usual bite is missing, like a sugar-free energy drink. You lean back, watching him open his laptop and start typing. You’d be more annoyed if he wasn’t so endearing in his nerdy panic. For a while, the only sound is the soft clack of keys and the occasional rustle of paper. You try to focus on the screen in front of you, but your attention keeps drifting. To him.
He's… different like this. Still quiet and careful, but there's something about the way he concentrates that catches your eye. His brows furrow slightly, lips pressing together as his fingers move quickly over the keyboard. Halfway through a sentence, Jermajesty pauses, reaches up, and takes off his glasses. He squeezes his eyes together in an effort to get rid of the fatigue in his eyes.
You blink.
Sweet Jesus. When he’s this relaxed, and without those frames, he could give most of the guys on campus a run for their money. His eyes are a warm brown, framed by lashes that are unfairly long for someone so awkward. The faint smudge of tiredness under them makes him look less like a nervous lab partner and more like someone you’d bat your lashes at.
Jermjesty’s focus breaks when he feels holes burning into the side of his head. "What is it?" he asks, glancing up.
You snap your attention back to the brightly colored pages, painfully aware that you've been caught.
"Nothin’," you say quickly. "Jus’ thinking."
"Oh…does that hurt?" He jests, a small smirk resting on his lips
It takes you a moment to figure out what he’s saying, which makes him chuckle.
"Hey!" you screech in mock offense, forming a smile of your own.
The young man only shakes his head, throwing his hands up in surrender before you have a chance to get started. It’s a small moment, one that shouldn’t mean too much, but it does. The barrier between the two of you has been broken. In your living room, on the couch, you’re both equals. It feels kinda nice.
You try to regain focus. You really do. But he leans forward, and you get a whiff of his body wash. A masculine vanilla that floods your senses beautifully. Then, he pushes his sleeves up a little, and a glimpse of the veins on his forearms leaves you damn near salivating. What really does it is the way he bites his lip while reading. Up close, this man was something else entirely.
You shake your head, annoyed at yourself. Just hours ago, you were asking God why he had forsaken you. And now, here you are, drooling over the loser from BIO202. You watch him for another minute, then tap your nails against the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound. Screw it, who’s gonna check you anyway?
"Jermajesty," you drag out, voice laced with pure mischief. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
He stills, fingers hovering over the keyboard, eyes flitting up to meet yours, then away again. "Uh," he starts, voice cracking slightly. "No. No, I don't."
You tilt your head, pretending to be deeply interested in your nails. "Really? No girlfriend at all?"
"No," he says again, quieter this time. "I um, I haven't really had time for– well, I mean–" He trails off, cheeks turning pink.
You smile, slow and deliberate. "Have you ever been alone with a girl before?"
His mouth opens, then closes. He looks like he's trying to figure out if this is a trick question. "Like… right now?" he asks with a tremble in his voice.
"Like, ever," you clarify, leaning forward a little. "Just you and a girl. No parents, no projects. Just alone with a member of the opposite sex."
He swallows, fingers tightening around the edges of his laptop. "No," he admits. “ I haven't."
You hum, like this is fascinating information, and decide to tease him just a bit more. "Never?"
"Nope." he confirms under his breath, hoping that the chair will open up and swallow him whole soon.
You let that sit for a moment, enjoying how flustered he is. Then, with a small, playful shrug, you ask, "Okay, but… have you ever even kissed a girl? Like, on purpose?"
A deep crimson washes over his entire face. He looks down at his hands, then back up at the door. Wondering if his next answer will land him on the school’s tea page. Finally, he shakes his head, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement.
"No," he whispers.
You don't laugh or make fun of him. You just watch, something warm and mischievous unfurling in your chest.
"Do you want to?" you ask, voice low, teasing.
He blinks. "What?"
You clarify, leaning in a little closer, "Kiss a girl, I mean."
His throat moves as he swallows. He looks like he's trying to form words and failing, like his brain has short‑circuited the same way yours did earlier. "I… I mean…" he stammers, voice cracking again. "I– yeah? I think so.”
"You think so?" you echo, grinning mischievously. "That’s not a very confident answer, Jermajesty. You can say no, I promise I won’t tell the girls."
He takes a shaky breath, fingers curling into his sleeves. "Yes," he says, firmer this time, though his cheeks are still burning. "Yes, I want to."
You let the silence stretch between you, thick and heavy. You can see the way his pulse jumps in his throat, the way his hands tremble slightly in his lap.
"Okay," you say, happy with the outcome from your seemingly random line of questioning.
He blinks, unsure if this is some sort of joke. "Okay?"
"Yeah. If you really want to, I’ll help you out." You shift a little, closing the gap between your bodies.
Jermajesty’s knee brushes yours, and he lets out a chortled kind of whimper when your hand lands on his thigh. The boy turns to face you, eyes wide, breath faltering when you stop just inches away.
"Is this… is this okay?" you ask, tilting your head. "I can stop if you want."
He shakes his head so fast, you think it’ll come off his shoulders.
"No," he says. "No, I want this."
You smile, more than satisfied, and reach out to gently take his glasses from his face. You need to see how good he looks up close. The poor guy is about as nervous as a pregnant nun. You set the frames on the coffee table, and bring your hand up to caress his arm.
“Relax,” you coo, trying your best not to send Jermajesty into cardiac arrest. “We’re just kissin’, baby.” The boy’s heart stutters at the newly acquired pet name.
Remember when I told you Jermajesty didn’t understand it before, the way all of the other guys on campus practically trip over themselves just to get you to say ‘Hello’?
Well now, when face to face with Aphrodite herself, he realizes he is still just a man. You’ve barely touched him, and he can already feel a tent forming under the thin fabric of the shorts.
God help him.
Your lips hover close enough that his breath catches. You feel the warmth of him, and hear his heartbeat in the space between you. Jermajesty looks at your mouth like it’s an altar. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, whether to reach for you or stay still and risk melting.
So you decide for him. You move first.
Your lips meet his in a kiss that’s slow at first, gentle in a way that contradicts your reputation. Jermajesty’s eyes flutter shut. His shoulders rise like he’s bracing for pain, but the pain doesn’t come. Only warmth, a bright electric feeling that makes his entire posture shift.
His hands finally find something to do. One settles on your thigh, careful. The other hovers, uncertain, then drops lower when he realizes you’re not going to pull away.
You pull back just slightly, just enough to watch his face. He’s flushed, lips parted, breathing like he’s been running. His expression is pure shock. Like he can’t believe this is happening. Like he’s waiting for someone to yell cut and tell him this is all a prank.
“It’s—” he starts, voice breaking.
“What?” you ask, slightly concerned. “Too much?”
He nods, then immediately shakes his head, like his body can’t keep up with his brain.
“It’s not,” he whispers. “It’s just… I didn’t think…”
He stops. His eyes flick to your lips again. He’s overwhelmed.
You smooth your palm over his arm again, a calming gesture that makes him shiver. “Then think less,” you say softly. “Just feel.”
He exhales, a shaky laugh caught in his throat. “Okay,” he hums.
The way he says it makes your heart do something weird. You kiss him again. This time it’s a little firmer. Still gentle, but your confidence pulls him out of his panic and into the moment. His hands grip lightly at your sides.
You taste sugar and something clean, maybe his lip balm? He tastes like sincerity.
When you pull apart, his forehead is almost touching yours. His breathing is labored, and his eyes are glossy, like he might cry. You hate that you can’t tell if it’s from nerves or emotion, or both. Probably both. You should feel guilty, maybe even weird. Instead, you feel… good.
Jermajesty doesn’t speak. He just stares at you like he’s memorizing your face. You watch him watch you. The word ‘more’ floats somewhere in your mind like a suspicious thought.
You swallow. “Can I tell you something?”
Yes.”He says quickly, hanging on every word you give him “
You smile. “You’re actually good at this.”
He pauses. “at kissing?”
“At… not being weird about it,” you clarify. “You’re doing better than you think.”
His cheeks burn again. “I—” he stammers. Then he laughs. A small sound, embarrassed, like he’s not used to being the person in control. “Maybe,” he says finally, voice soft, “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Your smile falters. That word hits you harder than it should because it implies a level of investment you didn’t realize he had. You’re used to being the disappointing one, who doesn’t show up, or can’t be bothered to try. The one who leaves early, sends messages late, and acts like effort is something other people are supposed to deal with.
But he’s sitting here looking like your approval is oxygen itself. You shouldn’t like that. You shouldn’t want it. And yet your chest tightens with a feeling that’s closer to warmth than you’re comfortable with.
You tilt your head. “I’m not disappointed,” you say quietly. “If anything, I’m… surprised.”
He blinks. “Surprised?”
“That you’re interested,” you admit, and your voice comes out honest in a way that makes you feel exposed. “You seem like a guy who would always be nervous. Like you’d never… do anything.”
He swallows. His eyes flick down to your lips again like he’s searching for the right words and finding none. “I do,” he says. “I just… don’t usually get the chance.”
You stare at him, and for a second the room disappears. It’s just you and him and the weird gravity of your own choices colliding with his.
Then your phone lights up on the coffee table. A notification buzzes. The sound pulls both of you back to reality. You glance down at the screen, annoyed yet again.
They’re all from the group chat.
Dai-Dai: Y/n where are u?? He still there??
Miawia: Did you cry?
Nia: Girl don't tell me he got u up there playin’ d&d 😭
Suddenly, these people you call friends seem so shitty.
You pick up your phone with one hand, still close to Jermajesty. He watches you, wondering if you’ll throw him under the bus again. You don’t type out an answer. You just lay the phone face down and slide it off to the side. You then turn to look back up at him.
“Okay,” you say, voice smoother now. “Back to work.”
He flinches slightly, startled by how fast you pivot. “Oh. Right.”
You smile sweetly. “Do you have more notes?”
His eyes widen. “Uh, yeah. I do.”
He scrambles a little to look competent again, to return to his role. He picks up his glasses from the table and puts them back on like armor. The lenses snap his nervousness back into place. He opens his laptop, and the typing resumes.
You sit there, watching him do the work he offered to do, watching him build a world out of diagrams and definitions. It’s almost funny. He’s the same person. But now you’ve kissed him and crossed some invisible line that you didn’t even know existed. And your brain (traitor) keeps trying to imagine what it would feel like to cross it again.
You lean in toward his screen. “What did you write?” you ask, pretending you care about the words to keep your reputation intact.
He swallows, then points to the part where he’s drafted the explanation of the thyroid gland and its role in metabolism. You read over his notes. They’re detailed. Thoughtful. Like he actually understood this material, like he genuinely liked the part of biology that explains how bodies coordinate, regulate, and survive. You shouldn’t be impressed, this is second nature for a guy like him, but you are.
The worst part is that your admiration for him feels personal. Like you’re not just appreciating his work, but appreciating him.
You clear your throat and tap the edge of the table. “This is good,” you say, despising how sincere it sounds.
Jermajesty’s eyes lift to yours, startled. “Thanks.”
You glance down again, pretending you’re not affected. “So, you do most of it, and I just… review?”
He hesitates. “If you want.”
You blink. “If I want?”
He flushes. “I mean, it’s just… I want you to—” He stops, like he’s about to say something too honest.
You don’t let him spiral. You smile, quick and easy. “You can keep typing,” you say. “I’ll handle the parts that are supposed to sound like I’m engaged.”
He laughs softly, relief flooding through him like a warm wave.
You spend the next hour pretending you’re normal. You talk about the project and school. Most importantly, though, you chat about hormones, glands, and how they coordinate like a team.
You nod mindlessly as he explains how the thyroid controls metabolism, heart rate, and all that jazz.
But every time he leans forward, every time his fingers brush the edge of your sleeve, you feel the echo of the kiss like a heat trail. At some point you realize you’re smiling. Not the performative smile you use in hallways. A real one that shows up on your face without permission.
Jermajesty is nothing if not observant. He notices the shift in behavior almost immediately. “Are you… okay?” he asks.
You shrug, pretending that you aren’t planning a wedding in your head right now.
“Yes.”
He studies you with a raised brow. It’s obvious that he doesn’t believe you.
You sigh in defeat and decide to be honest for once, “I’m not used to people being nice to me without wanting something.”
His expression softens. “I don’t really want anything,” he says, voice careful. “I just…would like it if you didn't embarrass me again."
Your heart does that thing again.
You open your mouth to respond with a joke. You’re good at jokes. But the truth stays in your throat, stubborn and heavy.
“I didn’t embarrass you,” you defend instead, tone is gentler than you mean for it to be.
He blinks. “You did. Earlier.”
You stare at him.
“I apologized with my actions.”
He looks down, lips folding inward. “That’s not—” he starts, then stops. “That was… nice, I guess.”
Nice?
You don’t like that word, it isn’t synonymous with who you are.
So, you distract yourself by pointing at the screen. “Finish the thyroid part,” you demand. “If you don’t, my grade becomes your full responsibility and I will not hesitate to ruin your life if I fail.”
He laughs, actually laughs, and types faster.
When the thyroid section finally looks done. Clean definitions, a neat diagram of the feedback loop with the hypothalamus, and a little note about how thyroid hormones affect everything from skin to growth to fertility. You lean back and stretch.
“Okay,” you huff. “What’s next?”
He scrolls down. “The pituitary,” he mumbles, and his voice shifts a little, like even saying the word makes him nervous again.
You glance at the screen and snort. He’s titled it “The Master Gland.”
You read aloud as he types “‘The pituitary gland is often called the master gland because it controls many other glands in the body and regulates growth, metabolism, blood pressure, and reproduction.’”
You laugh this time. “Master gland, huh? That’s a lot of responsibility for something so small.”
“It’s basically the boss,” he says, warming to the topic now that his focus is off your mouth. “It tells the thyroid what to do, tells the adrenals to make cortisol, and it controls the gonads with FSH and LH.”
“FSH and LH?” you echo, genuinely confused about the acronyms he keeps throwing at you.
“Follicle‑stimulating hormone and luteinizing hormone,” he says, then immediately flushes like he realizes where that’s going. “They um… regulate the reproductive system. In both men and women.”
You let think on that for a second, and let yourself imagine all those invisible signals firing through his body right now.
As you shift closer, your knee presses against his under the table. “So,” you say, voice teetering on sultry, “the pituitary is the one that basically… turns everything on?”
He clears his throat. “Uh. Yeah. It’s not the only thing, but yeah. It starts the cascade. It tells the other glands to release the hormones that affect… arousal."
You let your fingers drift up his arm, slow, deliberate. “So if someone’s sittin’ here, trying to focus on notes, but their pituitary is busy telling their body to wake up…” You tilt your head, watching his face. “That’s not really their fault, is it?”
His eyes flick from your hand to your mouth and back again. “No,” he says, barely audible. “Not really.”
You lean in until your lips are a whisper from his ear. “Good,” you whisper. “Because I think yours is doing its job very well right now.”
He shivers. Actually shivers. You feel it under your palm, the way his skin tightens, the way his pulse jumps where your thumb rests against his wrist. You pull back just enough to look at him. His pupils are blown wide, mouth open slightly. He looks like he’s trying very hard to remember how to be a responsible partner and failing spectacularly.
“Jermajesty,” you say, syrupy and slow. “You can stop pretending you’re thinking about T.S.H.”
He makes a garbled noise that might be a laugh. “I—”
“Let that gland do its job,” you tell him, and there’s a smile in your voice now, wicked and warm all at once.
He stares at you like you just rewrote his entire operating system. Then, slowly, he closes the laptop. The screen goes dark. The room feels smaller, hotter, like the only light left is the one between you.
“Okay,” he says, and this time his voice doesn’t break. It steadies. “I can do that.”
You reach for him, and he meets you halfway.
This kiss isn’t tentative. It’s not panic or performance. It’s the logical conclusion of every hormone his pituitary has been quietly commanding all night. The surge of signaling molecules that make his dick jump. The rise in testosterone sharpens his focus on you, and his nervous system lights up like a circuit finally completed. You feel it in the way his hands move, less afraid, like his body finally got permission to do what his brain has been too nervous to acknowledge. A hand, large and firm, travels up your side, and finds purchase on your chest.
The kiss intensifies, turning from something elementary to something downright sinful. A clash of teeth and tongue as both of you wrestle for dominance. Ultimately, Jermajesty loses that fight when your fingers rake through the hair on the back of his head, tugging softly, earning a gasp. You push your weight into him, climbing into his lap until you’re straddling him completely. His hands rest on your waist, squeezing tight as a way to keep himself grounded.
When you finally pull back, you’re both breathing hard again, but it’s different this time. There’s no shock. Just the two of you, sitting in the afterglow of a decision neither of you is pretending to regret.
“See?” you whisper. “Didn’t that feel good, pretty boy.”
He moans at the way you say that, soft and breathless, and presses himself against you.
“Yes, fuck–” Jermajesty already looks ruined, “Please, can we keep going? I don’t know what m’doing but I wan–”
You giggle and peck his soft lips, saving him from embarrassing himself. “We can do whatever you want, baby.”
He nods and clears his throat, unsure of what his next steps should be. You sit back on his lap, and hook your fingers under the hem of your shirt. The man in front of you waits anxiously, wondering what awaits him under that hoodie. When you pull it over your head, you can physically see the gears turning in his head. He's face to face with the prettiest (only) set of tits he's ever seen. "No bra?" He asks, hypnotized.
"My house, baby boy."
He nods, but you can tell he isn't really listening. His focus is on the perky buds teasing him right now. Jermajesty looks to you, pleading with his eyes. If there's anything you love more than attention, it would be attention from a man who looks like this.
"Go ahead, suck on 'em, baby. I know you wanna."
Jermajesty doesn't need the light to get any greener. He takes your right nipple in his mouth first, swirling his tongue around it, and groans. You wish you could be ashamed at how fast your body responds to him, but the heat pooling between your legs doesn't leave room for shame. You arch into his mouth, fingers threading back into his hair to keep him right there, and he groans against your skin like he's starving for it.
"Shit," you breathe, rolling your hips down against him. The hard line of him through his basketball shorts makes you dizzy. "You learn fast, pretty boy."
He pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips swollen and wet, eyes blown wide with disbelief and arousal. "I just-" He swallows hard, thumbs rubbing restless circles against your ribs. "I want to make you feel good. Tell me what to do."
The begging in his voice, the raw eagerness of a man who has no idea what he's doing but wants to do it anyway, sends a fresh spike of heat through you. You lean down, nose brushing his, and murmur, "Take my shorts off."
Jermajesty's hands shake as he reaches for the drawstring of your sleep shorts. He fumbles twice, curses under his breath, and you cover his hands with yours to steady him. "Slow down," you whisper, guiding him. "We got time."
He nods, jaw tight with concentration, and manages to work the knot free. The fabric loosens with a soft shift that feels loud in the quiet apartment. You lift your hips to help him, and he peels the shorts down your legs with a reverence that makes your chest tight.
"Oh," he breathes when he sees you, bare and waiting in nothing but the dim light from the window. "You're-" He stops, throat working. "God, you're beautiful."
You smile, soft and genuine, and tug at the hem of his shirt. "Your turn."
He rips it off with very little grace, nearly getting stuck in the collar, and you laugh. A bright, happy sound that surprises you both. Then he's bare-chested in front of you, all lean muscle and nervous breath, and the laughter fades into something hungrier.
You run your palms up his chest, thumbs brushing his nipples, and he shudders. "Sensitive," you observe, pleased. "Good to know."
"Everything's sensitive right now," he admits, voice rough. "I feel like I'm gonna crawl out of my skin."
"Then let's get you out of these clothes before that happens."
You curl your fingers into the waistband of both his basketball shorts and briefs, and tug. He lifts his hips obediently, letting you peel them down his legs. His dick springs free, and you freeze.
Holy shit.
He's huge. Thick and heavy, curving up against his stomach with a vein you want to trace with your tongue. Nothing about his lean frame, his pretty-boy face, his nervous fumbling hands, prepared you for this. You'd assumed something modest, maybe average. This, however, is obscene.
Jermajesty goes rigid, embarrassment flooding his features. "Is it-is it okay?"
You laugh, disbelieving and so turned on it hurts. "Baby, it's more than okay." You wrap your hand around him, fingers not quite meeting, and his head drops back against the couch with a thud. "Jesus. You're gonna ruin me."
"Please," he whines, hips bucking into your grip. "Please, I need-"
"What do you need?" You stroke him slowly, watching his face crumble. "Tell me."
"I need your mouth. Please. I'll be good, I swear-"
The begging shatters something in you. You sink to your knees between his thighs, and he croons at the sight of you there, looking up at him with his cock in your hand. You lick a stripe up the underside, tasting salt and heat, and he gasps like you've burned him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"
You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, and his hands fly to your hair, gripping tight. You set a rhythm, slow and deep, taking as much of him as you can, and he's a mess above you, babbling broken pleas, hips stuttering like he's fighting not to thrust.
"So good, so good, please don't stop-"
You pull off with a wet pop, and he cries out, actual tears pricking his eyes. "No, no, please, I was so close-"
"Shh." You pump him with your hand, thumb swiping over the slick head. "You don't cum until I say. Understand?"
He nods frantically, chest heaving. "Yes. Yes, whatever you want. Please."
You edge him like that three more times, bringing him to the brink with your mouth, your hand, watching him unravel and then cutting him off at the last second. By the end, he's sobbing, cock dark and swollen, thighs trembling, completely at your mercy. He can't form words anymore, just broken sounds and pleading looks.
"Please, mommy," he finally chokes out, voice wrecked beyond recognition. "Please, I can't-I need to be inside you. Please let me-"
Mommy? Oh, you like the sound of that.
You stroke him steadily, keeping him right on the edge, “I know what you need, baby boy. Do you have a condom?”
Jermajesty answers with a quickness that stuns you.
“Mhm. Backpack. Third zipper.”
You leave him for a moment and grab the condom from the bag. You tear it open with your teeth, and roll it down his length with a deliberate slowness. He's shaking so hard his teeth chatter. You rise up, position yourself above him, and sink down in one slow, steady movement.
The sound he makes isn't human. His head falls back, throat exposed and vulnerable, and you lean in to bite at the tendon there as you adjust to the stretch of him filling you completely.
"Still with me, baby?"
"Yeah," he chokes out. "Yeah, I'm-fuck, you're so-" He cuts himself off with another groan.
You start to move, rolling your hips slow and deep, and something in him snaps. It seems our pretty boy has had enough.
His hands grip your waist hard enough to bruise, and he starts thrusting up into you with a desperation that borders on feral. The weird, nervous boy is gone. What's left in his place is pure instinct, hips pistoning upward, chasing his own pleasure with single-minded hunger. The couch creaks beneath you as he buries his face in your neck, groaning long and low. The vibration travels straight to your core.
"Fuck, fuck, you feel-" He cuts himself off, teeth grazing your shoulder. "So good! So. Fucking. Good. I can't-"
When you go to pinch his nipple, rolling it between your manicured fingers, Jermajesty loses his rhythm completely, just rutting into you now, animalistic and mindless. You hold on, grinding down to meet him, and the friction builds fast. White-hot pleasure settles deep in your belly.
He's babbling nonsense against your skin. All you can make out is your name and broken cries of pleasure. He reaches between you to find your clit, his fingers are clumsy and desperate, but they’re exactly what you need.
"Jermajesty," you rasp, and he whines at the sound of his name. "Right there, just like that-"
He doesn't let up. If anything, he doubles down. His brows furrow in concentration even through the haze, watching your face, trying to memorize every expression. When you cum, it's sudden and violent, your whole body seizing around him, nails digging crescents into his shoulders.
He follows seconds later with a ragged cry that sounds like surrender, burying his face in your neck and emptying himself into the rubber. You feel every twitch, every spasm, and you hold him through it, stroking his hair, murmuring soft nothings against his temple until he goes limp beneath you.
For a moment, neither of you moves. His chest heaves against yours, heartbeat thundering, and you can feel the sweat cooling on his skin.
"So," he says eventually, voice muffled and wrecked. "That was…something"
You laugh, warm and satisfied. "Good something or bad something?"
He pulls back to look at you, and the smile on his face is so genuine it makes your chest ache. "Good. Definitely good."
You kiss him, soft and unhurried, and settle back against him with a contented hum. "Can you stay then? I can cook in the morning."
Silence stretches between you, comfortable and heavy. Then he shifts, and you feel him tense.
"Actually," he says, and something in his tone makes you lift your head. He won't meet your eyes. "There's something I need to tell you."
You raise an eyebrow, still floating. "If it's that you were secretly a virgin, I noticed."
"No, it's-" He swallows hard. "We were never supposed to do the endocrine system. It was actually the cardiovascular."
You blink, confused. "What?"
"The presentation," he drags out, "Professor Wallace assigned us the cardiovascular system." He finally looks at you, wincing. "I just really wanted an excuse to touch you."
You stare at him. Then you start laughing, helpless and loud, forehead dropping against his. “And what if I had rejected you? Hm?” You muse, genuinely curious about his master plan. Jermajesty cracks a smile,
“You would’ve repeated bio a third time, that’s what.”
You hum with a smirk and shake your head against his chest.
"No, I wouldn't have. I read the assignment too, bozo."
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ jaafar’s growing facial hair all of a sudden.. {18+}
You stare at Jaafar’s face as he sits across from you on the couch, absentmindedly rubbing your feet while being completely focused on the tv.
Everything is fine until you notice the stubble on his face. He looks sexy with it obviously, but when did it happen?
Your brows scrunch tightly, confusion spread across your face as you stare at the sudden growth of dirt above his lips and chin. So without thinking, you speak.
“Baby…you been eating pussy?”
The abrupt question instantly makes his head snap toward you, eyes wide in shock. “E-Excuse me?” He clears his throat, lips pressed into a thin line as he squints his eyes.
“Jaafar, you heard me. Have you been eating pussy? Yes or no?” You repeat, throwing your arms up and quirking a brow.
Hes stuck on words, slightly stuttering when he responds. “What—? No! No, what makes you ask me that, baby?” Genuine concern in his voice.
You roll your eyes with a huff, sitting up from the arm of the couch and grabbing his jaw to inspect it.
“M’asking because you have facial hair growing out the blue. You haven’t eaten me out in months because I made you take a break, so who pussy you been eatin’?” You deadpan, tilting your head with offense.
He just blinks at you, lips slightly agape at the random accusation.
“What? I-“ he throws his hands up shrugging. “Honey, I don’t know, it’s just genetics or something, no one’s getting eaten out I promise.”
“I don’t even understand how that correlates, babe.” He stammers, completely baffled.
You just glare at him, squinting your eyes in suspicion. “So you’ve never heard the saying that a man’s beard starts to grow once he starts eating pussy a lot?”
Jaafar blinks slowly, searching your face to see if you’re actually serious. “There can’t be any real scientific evidence behind that.” He deadpans.
“There isn’t any, but my point still stands!” You defend.
“Okay so if that’s the case, everytime I wanted nothing but to eat you out when I came home, what happened then?” He tilts his head, faint smirk on his lips.
If you wanted to crack jokes he could too.
“What you mean?” You narrow your eyes, searching his smug face to figure out what he’s playing at.
“I’m saying,” he drags out. “I ate you out pretty often and I didn’t start to grow any facial hair until now, so what happened?” He smiles.
You gasp, hitting his arm. “Jaafar!”
He cackles, “what?! You’re the one who said it!” He throws his arms up.
“That’s so mean…!” you pout, turning your focus away from him and toward the tv, crossing your arms.
“Aww baby, m’sorry, I was just joking.” He grins, wrapping both his arms around you.
You grumble, rolling your eyes. “Get off of me…”
He ignores you, pecking your cheek and neck full of kisses. “Mmh, I’m sorry baby.. I’ll eat you out as much as you want til my mustache gets thicker.” He mutters against your neck,
You squirm, fighting back a smile. “Jaafar get offa me!”
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Hi Queen, I just wanted to say I loved you’re writing so much. We neeeed more jermasjety fic pls
won’t bite
summary: driven to the brink of exhaustion due to long weeks of blood cravings, you turn to your closest friend for help
contains: vamp reader!, heavily 18+, mdni!, p in v, unprotected sex wrap yo will don’t be silly, bloodsucking
notes: ok so boom a hot minute ago i read a vampire jermajesty fic by @syrndollie and i wanted to make something like it bc i love vampires but i never got the idea until i thought of the song won’t bite by doja cat
you were hungry…starving actually
it had been weeks since you’d had a real meal and every day that passed left you weaker and weaker than the last, your skin felt colder, your limbs heavier, and even the simplest tasks drained what little energy you had left and you barely had the strength to leave your apartment anymore, and when you did, you couldn’t help but think of feeding off a random person, every heartbeat that echoed past your ears made your fangs ache
you hated feeling like that
that led you to call upon your closest and most open minded friend and the easiest…
“Majjj i’m so hungryy” you groaned rolling your head back “we can go grab something? i’ll can pay” he suggested
“no Maj… i’m hungry” you purred
you slid off the cushion and crawled into his lap, the sudden weight making him drop his phone onto his chest. the scent of him made your fangs ache behind your top lip, he looked up at you with a very small but still noticeable smirk “hungry..for some dick?” he teased
truthfully? no, blood was the only thing on your mind, but you weren't above playing along if it got him to hold still “it’s been so long you cooed now rolling your hips on his lap
your eyes lingered on his throat before meeting his gaze “i need it so bad”
“take it baby” he muttered, his gaze fluttering between your lips and eyes
“that’s right baby, bounce on my shit” Jermajesty groaned his hands desperately gripping the plumpness of you ass
“mngh fuuuck” you moaned out digging your nails into his shoulders as gently as you possibly can
to keep your fangs from sinking straight into his neck, you sank them into yourself instead
your head tilted back, a ragged breath escaping you as you bit down hard on your bottom lip, harder than a human could without wincing and deep enough to break the skin
Jermajesty’s head was thrown back against the sofa as he met your rhythm, but as you leaned down to kiss him, the metallic scent hit the air, fresh blood started coating your lip and slicking over your teeth
his eyes snapped open when be caught the sight of the blood smeared on your mouth,
“oh shit” he gasped, his hands tightening on your waist to hold you still, his breath came out in a sharp, rattled exhale as he stared up at your face
“wait baby— you’re bleeding”
you let out a soft, hazy giggle and licked your own lips, completely forgetting to hide what was hiding behind them. accidentally revealing your fangs
“m’sorry…” you purred, your hips giving a tiny, lazy sway against his “i told you i was hungry”
Jermajesty’s breath hitched as his eyes dilated, locking onto the tip of your fangs resting against your stained bottom lip, his body going taut beneath you as the dots finally connected in his head
“wait…” he breathed out, his gaze flitting from your teeth back up to your eyes, a sudden flash of nervousness breaking through his composure
seeing the flicker of hesitation in his face made your chest tighten with a sudden pang of guilt. tou softened your posture, resting your forearms gently on his shoulders “hey… I didn’t mean to scare you like this” you murmured softly
he let out a strained chuckle him as his grip on your hips softened back into a touch
“i’m not scared” he insisted, tilting his chin up with that stubborn pride, though his chest was rising and falling a little too fast
“i can hear your heartbeat Maj” you whispered teasingly
a heavy silence stretched between you, filled only by the quiet hum of the room and his hammering chest. slowly, the tension in Jermajesty’s shoulders began to melt into a fascinated curiosity. his eyes drifted back up to your mouth
“lemme see ‘em,” he whispered, his hands steadying on your hips “for real this time. show me”
you gave him a wide smile, fully bared your fangs, they glinted sharp and pale against the dark blood staining your mouth
Jermajesty stared, his breath catching in his throat as a mix of awe and arousal washed over his face. he reached up, his thumb lightly brushing just beneath your bottom lip, inches from the sharp tips
“Maj…” you whined softly, leaning down so your lips hovered a breath away from his neck “let me just take a little bite… please… i’m starving”
“look at those things, you're gonna tear my neck open”
“i won’t, i promise” you pleaded, your voice dropping into a breathless, desperate coo as you rolled your hips against his again “just a tiny taste, it won’t hurt…i’ll be gentle i promise”
he let out a ragged, disbelieving laugh, his head falling back against the sofa cushions as your body heat and begging completely eroded his defenses
“It won’t won’t hurt, huh?” he muttered, his eyes fluttering shut as your breath warmed the skin over his thumping pulse “okay just don’t go crazy”
you smiled again and nodded “okay i won’t”
you fully sank down onto him again. you buried your face in the side of his neck and pressed a warm, soft kiss right against his throbbing pulse point, finding the perfect spot before letting your fangs glide smoothly into his skin
Jermajesty gasped, his back arching off the cushions as a sharp, sudden heat flared through him. his fingers dug deep into your ass, as his breath hitched violently in his throat
the first drop of his blood hit your tongue and a shudder ran straight down your spine. the deep, agonizing drain you’d felt for weeks vanished instantly, replaced by a rush of pure electricity
underneath you, Jermajesty’s initial shock melted into a heavy, dazed surrender. the thrill of the bite, mixed with the intense pull of your body, sent a jolt straight down his spine and right into you
as you drank, you felt him swell and grow harder inside you, stretching you out even more
a muffled groan vibrated against your jaw, his grip on your waist tightening until it was almost bruising
“fuck y/n…” he choked out, his head thrashing back against the couch, his heartbeat hammering like a drum as his dick continue to throb and swell to its absolute limit inside you
“what the hell are you doing to me?”
your walls clenching tight around him as you drank, swallow after desperate swallow, the sensation drove him completely over the edge. any lingering hesitation dissolved
“m’feels so good” he choked out, his arms wrapping around your torso in a tight bear hug. he pinned you against his chest, locking your hips to his, and began to pound up into you with relentless, heavy thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix
every hard thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you, making you drink faster, your nails digging into his shoulders to keep from moving too much. the combination of feeding and his thrusts created a feedback loop, his heart hammering wilder with every stroke, feeding you more energy, driving him deeper
“you feel so tight around me” he growled out against your skin, his voice strained and now raspy “take it baby..fuuck”
you let out a muffled, needy whimper against his neck, incapable of forming words as the orgasm gathered like a storm in your lower stomach. you took one last, deep swallow, sealing your mouth over the punctures to stem the flow, just as your peak snapped, your cum completely coating his dick
Jermajesty came a second later, his hips locking deep as he held you tight in that suffocating bear hug, burying his dick deep inside filling you up
you slowly lifted your head from his collarbone, Jermajesty’s arms were still wrapped tightly around your waist, his chest heaving under you as he fought to catch his breath
the two small punctures on his neck were already sealing up, leaving behind nothing more than two tiny, faint mole like marks, but the high of the blood was still humming through your veins, leaving you warm, completely satisfied, and full for the first time in weeks
you brought the back of your hand up to your mouth, wiping away the trace of blood left on your bottom lip. you licked the residue off your skin, letting out a heavy, contented sigh as your fangs fully retracted back into your normal teeth
when you finally looked back down at Jermajesty, you caught him staring up at you with a layer of sweat on his forehead, but it was his expression that made you smile
the hesitation from earlier was gone and his eyes were blown wide, unblinking, looking at you with a mix of utter shock, deep satisfaction, and pure, unfiltered awe
“what?” you purred, a tiny, playful smirk on your lips “told you it wouldn't hurt”
Jermajesty let out a low, breathy laugh, his hands sliding up and resting on your waist
“man... shut up” he muttered, his voice still raspy. he shook his head in disbelief “you’re insane, you know that, right?”
“and your easy like a sunday morning, you just let a vampire bite you” you teased crossing your arms over your chest
summary: sometimes all it takes is one conversation to fix things
notes: lowk made this at 4-6 am… inspired by the song alone with you by tevin campbell
you sat on your large couch in your college campus apartment, you were doing some homework you didn't even need to finish until next week
your friends had been texting non-stop for the last hour, begging you to come out to a house party down the block. you gave them every excuse and finally said no, you honestly wanted to go but didn’t because you didn’t wanna see him … Jermajesty
you and Jermajesty had been close friends for years and then the two of you started dating and it felt like heaven, the two of you would do everything together and were practically glued to the hip until he became very distant all of sudden and then the sudden non sensical arguments came along
so you took matters into your own hands and broke up with him, since you refused to let him go around telling people that he dumped you
that took place three months ago, you unfollowed and blocked him on everything and took different routes to class just so you couldn’t see his face again
but deep down you couldn’t stop thinking about him and you missed him, it was just you and him 24/7 and now it’s just you…all alone by yourself..
all of a sudden your front door busted open making you jump “GET UP GIRL WE GOING OUTSIDE” your friend nana said happily
she skipped and hopped on the couch next to you “get ready” she said and slowly closed your laptop closed “get ready for what? i’m not going anywhere”
“yes you are” she said with 100% confidence “and where am i going?” she sat up and did a little dance, shaking her chest “to a house partyyyy”
you rolled your eyes “absolutely not” you said shaking your head with a small laugh “pleaseeee you know i don’t like going to functions by myself” she said pouting, puffing her bottom lip out
you narrowed your eyes at her “fine” she clapped her hands together and squealed, bouncing up and down “finally! okay let’s get you ready!”
you sighed as Nana pulled up from your seat on the couch, you wore your usual party outfit, did your makeup and styled your boho braids and headed out the house
the party was already packed by the time you arrived, music jumping as you walked into the door, Nana danced to the music and immediately lost herself in the crowd
you watched her gravitate towards a group of friends as you walked to the couch and sat down, on the way there you realized she didn’t actually need you to go with her, she just wanted to get you out of the house
you sat down on a empty couch in the corner and scrolled mindlessly through tiktok, after a good 6 minutes of doing so you felt the cushion next to you sink and you obviously paid no mind to it
I guess I couldn't wait to get to school, oh baby
To see your pretty face, I've got to stay cool
“i like your timbs” a familiar voice said, making your heart immediately drop to your ass
you slowly turnedyour head to your side, Jermajesty looked at you with that smile you missed so much “look we’re matching” he said sliding his timb next to your
the two of you stared at each other for a moment too long due to you completely freezing “hi y/n..” he said softly
“hi Jermajesty” you muttered completely lost in his eyes, he gave you a soft smile
“can we go somewhere and talk….i just wanna be alone with you…just for a second” he asked “uhm sure”
l just want to be alone with you
And there's nothing else l'd rather do
Jermajesty stood up and reached his hand out to you. for a second, you stared at his open palm, remembering all the times you'd held it. you reached up, sliding your fingers into his and stood up, the two of you walked out the house and began walking around outside
“so how’s it been” he said walking next to you with his hands behinds his back “it’s been good” you replied looking at the ground
“i haven’t seen you around campus in a while” he said “ive been doing a lot of my classes online lately” you said “thats too bad, i kept hoping id accidentally run into you…i really missed seeing your pretty face around campus” he said and let out a slight chuckle
the two of you made a bit of casual small talk, doing everything you could to keep the conversation on the surface. but the elephant in the street was way too big to ignore
suddenly, Jermajesty reached out and gently took hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks, you turned to face him, the cool breeze blowing a few stray braids across your face
“y/n…what happened to us?” he asked “what are you talking about Jermajesty? you know what happened” you replied and he shook his head “no y/n i mean what happened to us” he said, you looked at him and observed his face “we were fine and then we weren’t” he said calmly taking a step closer to you
“do you not remember?” you asked, your voice dropping slightly “do you not remember the days you’d go without saying a single word to me? the way you became so distant out of nowhere? or all those pointless, petty arguments we kept having?”
Jermajesty stayed quiet, slowly nodding his head “i do” he admitted quietly “i remember”
“that’s what happened” you said, holding his gaze “we started drifting apart, Jermajesty…you pulled away, and i was left sitting there feeling like a ghost in my own relationship and i couldn't just stay and watch us fall apart like that”
Jermajesty took a slow step forward “i panicked y/n” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly as he reached out, his fingertips barely brushing the back of your hand “everything was getting so real, so fast... and i got scared so i pulled away like an idiot, and i pushed you until you left. i hated myself the second you walked out that door”
you looked at his hand wrapped around yours, then back up at his face, gently, you reached up with your free hand and cupped his cheek, the soft stubble of his jaw familiar against your palm
“why didn’t you just tell me, Jermajesty?” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion as you searched his eyes. “if you were scared, you should've just talked to me. we could’ve gotten through it together... you didn't have to push me away”
Jermajesty leaned into the touch of your hand, closing his eyes for a brief second like a man who’d been starving for it
“i know... i know, and i’m so stupid for that” he said, his voice dropping into a desperate, barely audible murmur. he wrapped his hand over yours where it rested on his cheek, holding it tight against his face
the way you receive me Don't take this as an aggression
Girl, I've learned my lesson
“please y/n... just give me another chance” he pleaded, stepping even closer until there was no space left between you. i’m so sorry. i swear i’ll communicate better, i’ll be open with you about everything, even when i’m scared. just... don't give up on us yet. please”
you took a soft breath, looking at him “Jermajesty...” “i miss my best friend” he smiled sadly “i miss my girl and if you’ll let me…i wanna spend the rest of college making up for every day I made you feel alone”
you stared at him gently tracing his cheekbone with your thumb “if we do this... no more hiding, no more quiet treatment when things get heavy, you talk to me, kay?”
“no more hiding” he promised instantly, his voice firm and unwavering “i swear”
before you could say another word, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tight against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne
slowly, Jermajesty pulled back, just enough to look down at you, though his hands never left your waist
his eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail as. a soft, breathless smile tugged at the corners of his lips, all the tension finally melting away from his shoulders
“i missed you so much” he whispered, his voice thick with devotion
“i missed you too” you murmured back, resting your hands flat against his chest
Jermajesty leaned down, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before lifting back to meet yours, silently asking for permission. When you didn't pull away, he closed the tiny distance left between you
🍫pairings: Michael Jackson (bad era) x black! Reader
🍫contains: Angst, arranged marriage, family pressure, infidelity (ig?), fluff
🍫: It’s your wedding day and everything is going perfect except the fact…that’s not the man you want to marry!
“Jackie, where’s the wedding?” Michael’s hand was shaking as he gripped the phone in his hand. He leaned on the wall, breath caught in his throat.
His best friend. The love of his life. The person who kept him sane was about to get married. To someone who’s not him.
“It’s near the Anderson’s car company, that one big venue.” Before Jackie could mutter another word, Michael slammed the phone back onto the receiver.
“Let’s get her.” He mumbled to himself, rushing out of the door.
You stared at your reflection. Beautiful. Hair done, makeup to the nines, dress hugging your figure perfectly.
“Baby, smile.” Your mom said, pinching your cheek. You forced a close mouthed smile, it wasn’t even close to reaching your eyes.
You felt nothing. Not a single ounce of joy was evident in your body. Anybody who saw you would’ve expected you to be jumping for joy.
Yayyy, you’re getting married.
To the wrong man.
You were here because of an arrangement. An arrangement for the two royal families to make their mark in the world. Build a legacy and keep the public happy.
Bullcrap you didn’t want to be involved with.
All you could think about was Michael. Your bestfriend, the one who heard you complain almost everyday about this wedding.
The one who would clear his schedule just to tend to you in a moment of weakness. “The cameras are rolling okay, I need you to suck it up.” Your mom whispered, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear.
You fought the urge to roll your eyes, sharply swallowing down the venom wanting to jump out.
A few moments later, everybody was staring at you. Arm wrapped around your father’s, cheeks burning from your harsh smile. Multiple cameras set up, directed towards you.
Audience full of royalty, peers, and family you’ve never seen. There stood the man you were signing your life too. A smile on his face as if the connection you publicized was real.
The piano began to play ‘Here comes the bride’ and you took a breath before you and your father walked down the white runner.
Gasps, tears, and smiles filled the audience’s faces. Every step felt like impending doom, fear of seeing this is what your life is about to be. The camera caught every expression. Every step. Every breath.
You made it to the end and your dad gave a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Proud of you.” he muttered. He stood off to the side as you carried yourself to stand in front of the groom.
He held a smile just as fake as yours. You knew he didn’t want to be here just as much as you. You felt sorry for the both you, being in a situation neither of you asked for.
The officiant began to speak, and you began to zone out. Words of the officiant went into one ear and out the other as you stared blankly at the man across from you. The smile was burned into your face, twitching slightly from discomfort.
All you could think about is Michael. God, you wish it were him.
“Do you take Mr. Smith to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The question made you snap back, eyes looking at the officiant. You opened your mouth trying to get the words out but it felt as if your body physically rejected it.
“I—”
“WAIT!”
Multiple gasps spread through the crowd as heads whipped towards the entrance. Your heart dropped seeing Michael standing there, black wrinkled suit, curls framing his face perfectly.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Your mother grumbled, eyebrows tightly clenched. Michael wasted no time, speed walking towards you, knowing security will be at his throat any second.
Michael heaved, shaking from all of the eyes and cameras on him but he knew what he signed up for. He swallowed, even in the midst of this mess, you looked beautiful.
“Michael?” you whispered, underneath your breath. “I can’t live with myself if I let this happen, I love you.” He expressed. “GET HIM.” Your father demanded the hefty guards, pointing sharply at Michael.
The groom was stunned, not knowing what to do at the moment. His chest heaved, looking at his parents, to you, to Michael. “I can’t let you do this!” The guards took ahold of his arms, dragging him towards the entrance.
“WILL YOU TAKE ME TO BE YOUR LAWFULLY WEDDED HUSBAND?” Michael yelled, sending the venue into a heap. People were standing from their chairs, the cameras were catching every angle, and some people were even fainting.
Tears flowed down your face, and you dropped the bouquet your mother handed you. “I DO!” you ran towards Michael and wrapped your arms around him. The guards stopped in their tracks, debating on letting Michael go.
“I love you so much.” he whispered in your ear. Filled through the screaming and ruining your own family’s legacy, you’re right where you want to be.
Both families were confused, more infuriated that their downfall was being displayed on national television. A sharp tug was felt on your arm, and you turned to see your mother. “Dressing room now.” She gritted through her teeth.
You swallowed, searching her face, seeing the fury in her eyes. Any other time you would’ve listened but you were so tired. Your dream man was here for you, giving you the chance to leave the life you hated. You would be a fool not to take it. “No.”
She gasped at your public defiance, looking around the room with a stiff smile. A awkward chuckle left her lips as the room fell quiet. She wiped her palms on her skirt, and clenched her jaw. Everyone watched as she walked towards the altar.
Her hand reached out towards the officiant, signaling for the mic. The cameras whirred as they turned towards her, zooming in on her, anticipating her next words. The officiant handed her the mic with a shaky hand.
A loud clearing of her throat and she finally lifted the mic to her mouth. “Excuse me everyone. We clearly are having some difficulties so the wedding will be off until further notice.” The venue emitted into a series of shock.
Your mother thrusted the mic to the officiant’s chest, not hiding her anger. She practically stormed off to the dressing room, leaving you, Michael and everyone else in a tense atmosphere.
The officiant tapped the mic, seeing if it was still on. “So…do I marry you guys now?
The rolling waves lapped at the shore as both you and Michael sat on the sand of the beach. You didn’t even care about your wedding dress that began to gather clumps of sand.
“How are you feeling?” Michael asked you, stroking his index across your knuckles. “Relieved.” You sighed, your head found surface on his shoulder.
“I’m just glad you’re finally mine.” He laid a kiss on your forehead. After the big blowout, the cameras continued to air you and Michael’s last minute wedding. Of course, infuriating half of the families in there but they had enough respect to not leave.
Michael stroked the diamond ring on your finger with his thumb, the one that he had buried in his pocket just for this. It was a gamble to buy it, not knowing if you would say yes but you were worth every penny.
summary: during breakfast Randy Jr reveals the two of you have the house completely to yourselfs
contains: heavily 18+, mdni!, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex wrap yo will don’t be silly, size kink if you squint, belly bulge if you squint
notes: this is somewhat rushed..
you tossed and turned for what felt like hours
“why THE FUCK would he do that”
you thought to yourself endlessly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and aggravation
by the time morning came you were dead tired, you could assume that you only got three hours of deep sleep but the smell of something being cooked downstairs immediately woke you up
out of curiosity you put your ear on Jermajesty’s door…nothing so you cracked it open and took a peep inside…empty room and a neatly made bed
you did the same with Jaafars room door…nothing
you did the same with Randy’s room door…nothing
you thought nothing of it and shrugged it off, the smell of cooked meat was distracting you so you headed downstairs and walked into the kitchen expecting to find someone standing over the stove or food on the counter but…nothing
you turned your head and looked outside the large kitchen window to see Randy Jr standing outside on the back patio in front of the grill, shirtless and a cigar hanging out his mouth
you stood still and let your eyes helplessly tracing his bare chest and shoulders, before trailing down to his v line disappearing into his shorts
you snapped out of it, blinking your eyes as you slid the glass door open and stepped out onto the patio to join him
he looked up from the grill and blew cigar smoke in the air “morning” he said and gave you a smile
“morning” you replied, you looked around the quiet backyard. “where did the others go? they’re rooms and empty”
Randy Jr. turned a couple of sausages on the grill, then taking another puff of his cigar, letting the smoke drift away before answering
“they left out early” he said “some excursions they had planned. somewhere on a boat or the mainland, they actually won't be back until…at most tomorrow afternoon”
“tomorrow?” you repeated, a sudden wave of relief washing over you. on one hand, it meant you didn't have to face Jermajesty and the embarrassment of last night, on the other hand, it meant you were completely alone…with Randy Jr
“yeah, just you and me” he said as he turned back to the grill, picking up a clean plate from the side table. he piled it high with perfectly grilled sausages, thick-cut bacon, and a side of toasted bread he'd kept warm. “hm, you look a lil beat”
“you can tell?” you muttered, taking the warm plate from him
“a little” he chuckled, grabbing his own plate and gesturing toward the outdoor dining table. “come on, sit”
you both sat down on the comfortable patio chairs. the small talk came easily, you teased him about smoking a cigar at 10 in the morning, and he defended himself by saying there was no better pairing for grilling and he on vacation, then he asked how you were liking the house, and you kept your answers casual, somewhat pretending like last night didn’t happen..at all
as you ate, you couldn't help but notice how relaxed he was but he always had this calming effortless, grounded charm that was incredibly easy to be around.
he finished off a piece of bacon and set his fork down, leaning back in his chair. his eyes locked onto you, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“since we've got the whole place to ourselves today,” he started “what do you say to watching a movie in the cinema room downstairs later”
you looked at him, he had a lazy, confident smile on his lips, the sun catching the sharp lines of his chest. the lingering frustration from last night was still there, but looking at Randy, a very different, exciting kind of anticipation started to bloom
you took a sip of your orange juice and smiled back.
“yeah” you said softly “i’m down”
afternoon rolled around and the bright morning sun had faded into a lazy, overcast glow. after showering and changing into a fresh, comfortable set of loungewear, you headed down to the basement
the theater room was pitch-black except for the massive projection screen glowing at the front of the room. Randy was already there, he had changed into a pair of soft gray sweatpants but still shirtless
you walked in and took a seat on the large plush couch, settling down a couple of feet away from him. Randy glanced over, noticing the gap between you
“you can sit closer” he murmured “i don't bite”
you let out a little giggle at his comment as you slid across the cushions until your side was pressed right against his warm ribcage. without a second thought, Randy draped his arm over your shoulders, pulling you securely against his chest. his thumb began to slowly stroke your shoulder, sending a shiver right down your spine
as the movie played, the dark room felt increasingly intimate. the unsatisfied tension from last night with Jermajesty was still humming under your skin, making you hyper aware of Randy’s warmth and the heavy scent of his cologne
leaning into his side, your hand naturally found its way to his thigh and yu began to mindlessly rub his lap, your fingers gently tracing the soft fabric of his gray sweatpants as you focused on the screen
he didn't object, his grip on your shoulder tightening just a fraction as his thumb continued to caress your arm
but as you shifted your weight to get more comfortable, your hand slid a little too far inward
your fingers brushed directly against his lap, your palm flattening against his dick. even through the thick cotton of his sweatpants, the contact was unmistakable. he was semi-hard, and in that brief, accidental second, you caught a very clear feel of just how thick and large he was
you instantly pulled your hand back as if you'd been burned “shit- my bad i didn’t mean to do that” you stammered, now putting your hands in your lap
Randy didn’t tense up at all. he chuckled and looked down at you, his eyes full amusement
“don’t worry ‘bout it” he murmured smoothly, brushing it off as he pulled you just a little bit closer “nothing to apologize for”
as the movie continued to play, the memory of what you’d just felt in his lap was the only thing you could think about sending a pulse of heat straight to your core plus the frustration from last night was officially bubbling over, and you couldn't focus on the screen if you tried.
you shifted against his side, turning your head to look up at him. “i don't wanna watch this anymore” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
Randy’s eyes drifted away from the screen, locking onto yours in the dim light “what do you wanna watch then?”
instead of answering, you slid out from under his arm and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs so you were looking directly down at him.
the change in position brought you very close together and through the thin fabric of your shorts and his sweatpants, you could feel him instantly twitch and harden beneath you
Randy’s hands instinctively came up to rest on your waist
“i don't know” you whispered, tilting your head slightly as you looked down at his lips
Randy’s eyes fluttered to your lips and back up to your face, he placed a hand on your waist, while his other hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, guiding your mouth to his
the moment your lips met, the restraint in the room completely evaporated
you let out a soft whimper into his mouth, arching your back and pressing yourself harder against his lap, your hands tangling into his short hair. Randy groaned deep in his throat, his tongue sliding past your lips and into your mouth, faintly tasting cigar from earlier
his grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your hips as he began to roll his hips upward, meeting your pressure with a slow grind
the kiss grew deeper, the last of your hesitation melting away in the dark room, you let out a broken whimper, your hands moving from his hair down to his shoulders
he pulled one hand from your waist, his palm sliding up your ribcage, his thumb brushing the side of your breast through your shirt, the casual touch made your your back arching instinctively to press yourself into his hand
he tore his mouth away for a fraction of a second, immediately burying his face in the crook of your neck. he began to leave a trail of wet kisses along your jawline, his teeth nipping lightly against your skin
with his mouth busy tracing your throat, Randy’s hips rolled upward again, he met you with a slow, heavy grind that had you rubbing perfectly against his dick, even through the layers of your clothes
his hands slid down to cup your hips, his fingers digging in firmly as he guided your movements, setting a rhythm that had you whining softly
“Randy” you gasped out, your fingers digging into his shoulders
“i've got you” he rumbled, as he nipped at your collarbone, his hands sliding under the hem of your top
he pulled back just enough to look at you “would you mind…if i taste you?” he asked
your brain momentarily short circuited at the sheer boldness of his question “what?” you gasped out, your voice breathless and barely a whisper
Randy gripped your hips and gently guided you backward and back met the plush cushions of the cinema couch. Randy slid down your body, settling between your knees
his hands slid under your thighs, lifting your legs and draping them over his shoulders
“i said..i wanna taste you” he murmured, looking up at you from between your thighs
“yeah” you whispered, slowly nodded
Randy’s hands slid up your calves, gently squeezing the back of your knees to keep you relaxed and open for him.
he pulled your shorts and panties off in one swift motion “so pretty..”
he leaned down and slid his tounge inside you, making you shiver and grip the cushions beneath you. he started lapping you up, but he didn't go fast or rough, he kept it incredibly soft and slow
his tongue moved in lazy, agonizingly deliberate strokes, tasting you with a pressure that made your hips instinctively twitch upward. he traced your sensitive folds with the tip of his tongue, swirling slowly around your clit
“Randy...” you gasped, your head rolling back against the couch cushions. you arched your back, your fingers digging deep into the fabric
he let out a low, muffled groan against your pussy, he ignored your silent plea for him to go faster, deliberately keeping the rhythm torturously slow and soft
Randy leaned in deeper, his tongue flattening out as he began eating you out incredibly, really good. he knew exactly what he was doing, his tongue swirling and pressing against your clit with a perfect, heavy pressure
“oh my god... Randy” you whimpered, a broken, breathless moan escaping your lips as your eyes rolled back
hearing your reaction only seemed to drive him deeper, he gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you perfectly still as his tongue picked up the pace, lapping at you with a heavy friction that had your entire body trembling
“right there... shit, right there” you cried out, your hands flying to his hair, tangling your fingers in the short strands to hold him close “don't stop, Randy, don't stop...”
a low muffled vibration rumbled in his chest against your inner thighs, acknowledging your praise but not slowing down for even a fraction of a second. he kept his tongue moving exactly where you wanted it, drowning you in a wave of pleasure
your hips rolled helplessly, trying to push closer to his mouth. you were so close your chest heaving as your breath came in shallow, desperate gasps
“Randy, i'm gonna...” you cried out, your voice cracking as your fingers clenched in his hair, pulling him against you
he locked his jaw and continued the current motion he was doing
your entire body went rigid. a loud, unfiltered moan released from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you in violent, pulsing waves. your thighs clamped tightly against his shoulders, your back arching completely off the couch as you rode out the orgasm
Randy stayed right there through every single pulse, his tongue continuing to lap gently at your sensitive skin, riding out the storm with you until your cries faded into ragged, trembling breaths.
slowly, your hips settled back onto the cushions. Randy slowly pulled back, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath, he sat on his knees between your legs, looking up at you, his lips were wet, his dark hair slightly messy from your fingers, and a very pleased smirk was plastered across his face
you lay there for a long moment, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, your body still tingling from the aftershocks
Randy watched you with a quiet smug smirk on his lips softening into something much hungrier. he shifted, sliding back up the couch and sitting upright against the plush cushions. he reached down, his large hands wrapping around your waist, and easily pulled you up to sit straddling his lap once again
you looked down at him and slid your hands down his chest, tracing the sharp lines of his abs until your fingers reached the waistband of his gray sweatpants. Randy’s hands rested on your hips, watching as you slowly pushed the fabric down
his dick sprang free, fully erect, thick, and pre cum glistening at the tip. up close, seeing just how big and heavy he is made you bite your lip, you looked down at him and then back it
“you sure about this?” Randy questioned, you didn't answer with words, instead you lifted your hips, aligning your entrance with his tip
Slowly, deliberately, you began to sink down and man…he was incredibly thick, filling you out so completely that your eyes rolled back. Randy let out a deep groan, his head falling back against the couch as his eyes closed
“fuck” he muttered as you took him all the way to the base
you gripped his shoulders for leverage and began to lift yourself, starting a slow, rolling rhythm
“Randy...” you gasped out, your voice cracking as you paused for a second, your hips resting against his lap. you looked down at him, your eyes wide and glossy with tears of pleasure “s’too big”
“too big?” he tilted his hips up slightly, burying himself even deeper, making you let out a high-pitched whimper. “it’s not even in all the way”
he laid his hands flat and firm against your waist, sliding it in deeper and began to drive up into you, thrusting his hips upward with a force that had you gasping for air
you clung to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as your moans echoed loudly in the dark theater room. the slick, wet sounds of your bodies filled the air, completely drowning out the movie still playing silently on the screen
then he suddenly slowed down
he stopped the hard, deep thrusts, instead, he kept his flush against yours, grinding his weight in slow, agonizing circles that kept his dick deeply buried inside you, twitching against your tight walls.
you let out a frustrated whine, your hips twitching on his lap, trying to force him to keep moving “fuck…keep going”
he chuckled and pushed himself deeper inside, you arched your and squeezed his shoulders
“you just said I was too big” he murmured, his voice dripping with playful tone. he slowly pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the very tip to brush against your folds “is this better? less deep?”
you let out a frustrated fake laugh and looked at him “please don’t play with me right now”
he tilted his head to the side and gave you a cocky smirk “what?” “put it back in”
“how much you want it” he teased, brushing his tip against your clit in tiny, agonizingly slow circles “ask nicely” “you’re so irritating”
he turned his head and leaned his ear closer “i’m not hearing you ask nicely” you sighed
“i want it. please, Randy” he smirked, giving you a little nod “want what?”
“i want you all the way inside me” you pouted “please Randy…i just want you to fuck me” “that's what I thought” he mumbled
his hands gripped your hips and slammed you down on him, burying his entire length back inside you in one heavy, explosive thrust
the relentless friction of his thickness stretching you open was sending wave after wave of intense pleasure straight to your core. your fingers digging deep into his back as his hips drove up to meet yours with a heavy, wet rhythm.
“fuck! Randy...it's so much!"you cried out, your voice entirely breathless and raw. “it’s so fucking big!”
“too big?" he growled, his voice dropping into a dirty, gravelly register. “i thought you could handle it…tell me how good this big dick feels inside you”
“it feels so gooood” you whined, a high-pitched whimper escaping your lips as his crown brushed your deepest spot.
he paused for a fraction of a second, keeping himself buried to the hilt, letting you feel the absolute fullness of him “tell me where you feel it. how deep is it inside you?”
trembling, you pulled one hand away from his shoulder and pressed your palm flat against your lower stomach, just above your pelvis.
you gasped, your eyes rolling back as he twitched inside you, he smirked at your reaction as a idea came to his mind
“get on your feet” you blinked down at him, your brain completely fried from the pleasure, looking at him with utter confusion. “huh?, i can't... my legs are literally shaking”
“i got you, get on your feet for me” he repeated,
completely confused but utterly at his mercy, you slowly pushed yourself up. your knees trembled violently, you slowly pushed yourself up into a standing squat, your knees bent, planting your feet flat, still completely straddling his lap
rising onto your feet meant your hips lifted, pulling you almost entirely off his dick, leaving only the very tip of him inside you.
the sudden loss of warmth made you let out a desperate, disappointed whimper but before you could even complain, Randy reached up.
his hands wrapped securely around your hips and he pulled you straight down with a sudden, powerful jerk while simultaneously driving his hips upward.
“ah—!”
the sudden change in angle forced him even deeper into you, the gravity of your own body weight burying his thick dick to an impossible depth. now you definitely felt it in your stomach
“yeah, look at you” Randy growled, looking up at you from below, his chest heaving as he stared at your completely ruined, ecstatic face.
“look at how fucking deep it is now”he held you securely by the hips as he began to pull you down and push his hips up in a relentless, vertical rhythm.
every single plunge was incredibly deep, your knees buckling with every impact as he ruthlessly claimed you from below, the wet, heavy sounds of the friction echoing loudly in the dark room
“fuck! fuck! fuck!” you screamed, your head tossing back as you clung to the back of the couch for dear life. “it's too much!“
“hold on to me” he commanded, his hands digging into your hips as he picked up the pace, his chest heaving as he rammed up into you
“take” thrust “it” thrust “all” thrust
he shifted his grip slightly, his thumbs digging into the dimples of your lower back, guiding you into a faster, more punishing rhythm. the slick, squelching sounds of your bodies colliding grew frantic, completely filled the room. the tension building so rapidly in your lower stomach that your legs began to shake violently.
“oh my god! m’so close!” you screamed, your fingers digging into his shoulders now, trying to pull him closer even as the depth of his thrusts made you want to escape.
“come on then” he commanded, his eyes burning into yours. he delivered three, four, five brutal, bottom out thrusts, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper “let me feel you cum”
you let out a broken, high-pitched moan as your walls clenched around him in a tight. the orgasm immediately hit you, snatching away all your strength.
at the feel of your tight, pulsing release, Randy lost the last of his restraint. he let out a couple of huffs, his head snapping back as he delivered one final, incredibly deep, driving thrust
be held you tightly against his hips, his body locking up as he came inside you, his thick dick pulsing deeply against your cervix as he filled you completely
for a long, breathless moment, the only sound in the theater was your matching, ragged breathing. slowly, your knees buckled completely, and Randy caught you, gently guiding you back down into his lap as you both melted into the plush cushions of the couch, tangled, exhausted, and utterly spent
hou lay across his chest for several minutes, your forehead resting in the crook of his neck as your heartbeats slowly synchronized. the heavy, lingering scent of sex and sweat enveloped you both in the quiet, dim glow of the basement screen. Randy’s hand rested gently on the middle of your back, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles against your bare skin while he caught his breath
“you okay?” Randy murmured
“my legs hurt so fucking bad” you mumbled into his skin, your voice muffled
a quiet, chest heaving laugh vibrated against you “you were trying to tear my shoulders apart with your nails, but I'll take the credit for that”
“nigga you asked for it” you chuckled softly, wincing slightly as you shifted on his lap. rvery muscle in your legs felt like complete jelly, and the sensitive, swollen ache between your thighs was a vivid reminder of just how deep he’d been
“come on. let's get you cleaned up”
before you could offer to walk he scooped you easily into his arms, carrying you bridle style out of the theater room. you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face against his warm collarbone as he carried you up the basement stairs and down the quiet hallway to your assigned room
he kicked your bathroom door open with his foot and set you down gently on the edge of the marble counter. while you sat there catching your bearings, Randy reached into the deep soaking tub, turning the handles to start a hot bath. he tested the water with his hand, adjusting the temperature until it was perfect
once the tub was half full, he turned around, picked you up under your arms, and carefully lowered you into the steaming water
a long, involuntary sigh of relief escaped your lips as the hot water enveloped your tired, aching muscles. you leaned your head back against the rim of the tub, closing your eyes as the warmth soothed the throbbing heat between your legs
“feel good?” he asked, leaning his bare back against the bathroom vanity and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at you.
“unbelievable” you whispered, opening one eye to look at him
“ood cause if I had to carry you back downstairs, I was gonna charge you a valet fee” he joked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips
you let out a soft laugh, splashing a little bit of water in his direction “you're terrible”
“I just spent the last hour giving you a full body workout" Randy chuckled, dodging the splash of water, he walked over, grabbed a bottle of bubble bath from the counter, and casually poured a generous splash under the running faucet. “besides, i think i earned some rest. though, knowing Jermajesty and the guys, they’re probably out hiking right now thinking we’re up here playing board games or something”
you giggle as you thought about the contrast between Jermajesty leaving you cold the night before and what just happened in the basement
“yeah... board games” you murmured, stirring the suds around with your toes
“tight” Randy smiled, stepping over to sit down on the closed toilet lid next to the tub so he was at eye level with you
you leaned back against the smooth porcelain of the tub, resting your arms along the rim and letting the suds swirl lazily around your shoulders. fhe steam was doing wonders for your sore muscles
“so” you started, tilting your head with a small playful smirk as you picked up a handful of bubbles “do you do this for every girl you fuck?”
Randy leaned his elbows on his knees, bringing himself closer to the edge of the tub, his eyes locking onto yours
“every girl?” he echoed, his deep voice carrying a quiet laugh “first of all, i don't just fuck ‘every girl’ and second, no, carrying someone up two flights of stairs and running a full bubble bath is premium service, you're getting the royal treatment because we’ve been friends so long”
“premium service, huh?” you teased, blowing a tiny patch of foam off your palm in his direction “do I need to leave a tip, or was the workout in the basement payment enough?”
“definitely payment enough” he chuckled, watching the foam float past him “in all seriousness though... no, i don't usually do all this but you're not just 'every girl,' are you?…plus i feel bad, your legs were shaking a lot”
the sincerity in his tone caught you off guard for a second, making your chest flutter in a way that had nothing to do with the hot water
“smooth Randy” you murmured, biting back a smile as you looked up at him through your lashes. “real smooth”
“i only speak facts” he said smoothly, leaning back with a wink. “now relax you got about twenty minutes before this water cools down, and I plan on making sure you're fully rested before the rest of the house comes back tomorrow to ruin the quiet”
Hi babes I just wanted to say I loved you’re writing so much !! Especially the smut🫣🫣🤭(that shit be making my coochie twirl and run 🤭) but i have like 2 requests for a Jackie fic (I’m not good at explaining so bare with me😭) so basically reader and her sister are fans of the Jackson 5 and they finally are able to go to one of their concerts
reader is obsessed with Jackie (heheh I’m obsessed with Jackie fine ass) but anywho reader was in this cute ass outfit I mean she looked delicious like a Twinkie like she could be stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey 🤭 okay but anyway Jackie fine ass had lowkey being eyeing her all night she thought she was being delusional at first until Jackie had one of the security guards to bring her back stage and they start fucking like wild animals ( I’m sorry I like reading about nasty shit🫠) um my brain went out mid-way so you can finish the rest🫠😭
groupie
summary: idk js look at the request
warnings: heavily 18+, mdni!, oral (m receiving), pinv, unprotected sex wrap yo will don’t be silly, interruption, Jermaine mentioned 
notes: lowk took me a week to finish bc i lost motivation
“wait should i shave?” “shave for what” “like what if one of the members pull me on stage or take me to the back” “girl your crazy”
“HEARRRRT BREAK HOTEL “HEARRRRT BREAK HOTEL” you, your sister and thousands of others screamed jumping up and down to the song
yes you loved the jackson’s but you had your eyes locked on one person and one person only..Jackie.
he was moving with a passion, his skin glistening under the stage lights, a perfect smile plastered across his face. at one point, during a synchronized dance break, he stepped toward the edge of the stage right in front of your section. you screamed his name, jumping up and down frantically
suddenly, his eyes swept over the front rows and dead stopped right on you.
he gave a slow, deliberate wink before sliding back into formation with his brothers.
your heart did a flip. you grabbed your sister’s arm, shaking her wildly. “did you see that?! Jackie just looked at me! he literally just winked at me!”
your sister laughed, barely audible over the roaring crowd. “your being delusional! there are ten thousand girls here! he was looking at the whole section!”
you tried to tell yourself she was right. don't be stupid, you thought, he's a star. but as the night went on, you couldn't shake the feeling. every time Jackie ran to your side of the stage, his gaze inevitably found yours and It felt very intentional, like he was plotting something
when the final encore ended and the house lights flickered back on, the crowd began the slow, sluggish march toward the exits. you and your sister were collecting your things when a massive, burly man in a black SECURITY t-shirt stepped directly into your path.
your sister froze, but the guard looked straight at you.
“you” he said “J wants to see you backstage. Just you.”
your sister's jaw dropped so fast it practically hit the floor and before you could even process the shock, the guard parted the metal gates, gesturing for you to follow. you gave your sister a frantic ‘I'll call you!’ look and stepped into the VIP corridor.
the noise of the arena faded into a dull hum as you were led down a maze of concrete hallways, finally stopping in front of a dressing room door with JACKIE taped across the front. the guard knocked once, opened it, and nudged you inside, shutting the door firmly behind you.
Jackie was standing by a vanity mirror, throwing a white towel over his shoulders. he turned around, and up close, he was so handsome. the stage makeup was gone, leaving just his raw, striking features
“glad you made it” he said, a slow, confident smirk spreading across his lips. “I was watching you out there all night, you're hard to miss”
"I... I thought I was being delusional” you breathed out, your heart hammering against your ribs. he shook his head and chuckled
Jackie shook his head and chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “that’s cute. so is your outfit,” he said, shamelessly looking you up and down, his eyes lingering on the bright yellow tie-front top and denim shorts.
“oh thank you, i heard it was your favorite color” you explained “it is…it suits you well” he replied
he walked over to the couch in the corner of the room, casually tossing his towel aside, and patted the empty cushion right next to him. you swallowed hard and walked over, sitting down on the edge of the cushion, keeping a tentative few inches of space between you.
Jackie looked at the gap between you and raised an eyebrow. “why are you so far away?”
“I’m nervous,” you admitted honestly, fidgeting with your fingers together in your lap.
“don’t be,” he said softly. his hands got ahold of your waist and pulled you right across the cushion and onto his lap making you gasp softly as your thighs settled over his
as you two started talking, any remaining distance completely vanished. Jackie was very touchy and hands, his thumb traced slow circles against your bare waist, and his other hand casually rested on your thigh, his fingers gently squeezing the denim of your shorts. every time he spoke, his breath brushed against your neck, making you shiver.
“so, tell me” Jackie murmured, his eyes locked onto yours as his hand slid up to toy with a strand of your hair. “what's your favorite song?”
You bit your lip with a playful smirk “wondering who”
Jackie paused, a genuinely surprised but deeply flattered smile breaking across his face. hearing you name his specific solo track clearly hit the right spot. “oh really? you're a real fan, huh?”
“I guess you could say I have good taste," you teased, leaning in just a fraction of an inch closer.
his eyes darkened, dropping down to your mouth
“can I kiss you?” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly with desire and a bit of leftover nervousness
Jackie’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling your hips against his. he leaned in, his lips hovering only a couple of millimeters from yours.
“you can do a lot more than kiss me” he whispered back
and with that Jackie closed the remaining distance, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, deep kiss. It started out gentle, a lingering taste that made your head spin, but as you let out a soft sigh into his mouth, the pace shifted. the kiss deepened into a heavy, intoxicating make-out session, your tongues tangling as the heat between you completely ignited.
as the kiss grew hungrier, Jackie’s hands began to roam with a sudden urgency. his palm slid up from your waist, smoothing over your ribs until he was boldly feeling your chest, mapping out your curves through the thin fabric. you whimpered against his lips
without breaking the kiss, his fingers found the knot of your yellow top. with one tug, Jackie pulled the tie loose. the fabric parted easily under his hands, falling open and completely exposing your chest to the cool air of the dressing room
Jackie slowly pulled his lips from yours, his breath coming in short, gasps as his eyes traveled down to your exposed chest. the heavy silence of the dressing room was filled only by the sound of your heartbeats
he looked back up, locking his eyes onto yours, a wicked, knowing smirk spreading across his face. “you are absolutely beautiful” he murmured, his hands gently tracing the sides of your waist, his thumbs smoothing over your bare skin
you flushed under his intense gaze, leaning forward just enough to brush your nose against his. “you're not so bad yourself, Mr. Jackson” you teased softly, the initial nervousness completely gone, replaced by a surge of bold confidence.
Jackie chuckled “is that right? just 'not so bad'?@ He leaned in, nipping playfully at your lower lip. “I think you like what you see”
“maybe I do” you whispered back, a slow smile spreading on your lips.
you took a deep breath, looking down at his lap, then back up to meet his eyes with absolute certainty “you know…I’ve always wanted to do this”
you smoothly slid off his lap and sank down onto the carpeted floor, kneeling right between his legs. Jackie’s breath hitched, his hands instantly gripping the edges of the leather as he watched you.
you didn't hesitate as your fingers flew to the fastening of his pants, unbuckling them and slowly sliding the denim and his underwear down past his hips. as his already hard dick freed itself, hitting right above his belly button you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Jackie was leaning his head back against the sofa cushions, his jaw clenched as he watched your every move.
you leaned forward, wrapping your hand gently around his base, and leaned in to place a soft, lingering kiss right against the tip of his it, making him let out a quiet chuckle
you kept your eyes locked on his as you opened your mouth and leaned forward, sliding your lips around his dick
Jackie’s hands immediately flew to your hair, his fingers tangling in it as his hips gave an involuntary twitch upward. he groaned, his head dropping back against the sofa cushion. “you’re so good at this... look at you”
you took him deeper, swirling your tongue around the head, determined to show him just how much of a fan you really were.
“yeah, just like that, sweetheart,” Jackie praised, his voice thick and strained with pleasure. he gently guided the rhythm of your head, his thumb stroking your cheek as you worked. “you’re a natural. fucking beautiful.”
suddenly, the heavy dressing room door clicked and swung wide open. “yo, sig, we gotta-“ Jermaine’s voice cut through the room as he barged in, completely oblivious until his eyes landed on the two of you on the floor.
panicking and reacting on pure instinct, Jackie’s hand instantly gripped the back of your head and shoved you all the way down, his tip was now in the back of your throat and your face right into his lap to hide you from view. you were caught completely off guard, your nose pressed against his thigh as you tried to breathe.
“Maine! Knock!” Jackie snapped, his voice tight as he tried to sound casual while keeping you firmly pinned down.
Jermaine blinked, a smirk quickly spreading across his face as he realized what he’d interrupted. “my bad, man…randy said you were in here resting..look, the bus is leaving in thirty to go back to the hotel”
“yeah, I’ll be out in a minute, get out,” Jackie grumbled.
Jermaine chuckled, shaking his head as he backed out of the room and shut the door behind him.
the moment the latch clicked, Jackie immediately let go of your head. you came up instantly, gasping for air, your chest heaving. as you wiped your mouth, a thin line of spit and his pre-cum stretched from your bottom lip
Jackie looked down at you, his eyes a mix of amusement and intense arousal. “damn, I’m sorry ‘bout that baby, you alright?”
you gave him a hum and nodded and stood up on your feet. you unbuttoned your denim shorts and slid them down your legs, stepping out of them completely.
as you stood there in just your top and your underwear, Jackie’s eyes widened
printed in big, bold custom letters right across the front of your underwear was: I ❤️ JACKIE.
Jackie chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at the print, absolutely loving it. “you really are a fan, aren’t you?”
you smiled cheekily and swung one leg over his lap and straddled him, sinking down to sit right on his thighs. the warm friction of skin against skin made both of you let out a soft gasp
Jackie’s hands immediately clamped onto your hips, steadying you as you lifted yourself up just enough to align his fully hard dick with your entrance
holding his gaze, you slowly lowered yourself down, taking him in all at once.
“fuck...” Jackie groaned, his head snapping back against the couch as his grip on your waist tightened, his hips gave a sharp jerk upward, burying his dick completely inside you
you threw your head back, arching your chest as a breathless moan filled the dressing room. resting your palms firmly against his chest, feeling the heavy, rapid thumping of his heart beneath your hands, you began to lift and sink onto him,
“look at you...” Jackie choked out, opening his eyes to watch your body move over his
he met every roll of your hips, lifting his lower body to drive deeper into you, making the leather sofa creak beneath the sudden, wild momentum
the rhythm quickly picked up, every movement drove him deeper, and Jackie couldn't keep his hands still for a single second
“so tight... taking all of it like a good girl” Jackie rasped out, his eyes dark and heavy with pleasure as he stared up at you
you arched your back, letting out a sharp moan as his hips twitched beneath you, hearing the name he gave you sent a whole new wave of heat straight to your core
“you like that? .. you like it when i call you a good girl” Jackie said with a wicked, proud smile across his face as he watched you move on top of him
he pulled his hand away from your waist, bringing both of his hands down to firmly grip the soft flesh of your ass. his fingers dug into your skin, locking your hips firmly in place against his
instead of letting you dictate the slow, grinding pace, Jackie completely took over
he anchored you against his lap and began thrusting upward from the couch with relentless, punishing speed. the sudden shift in momentum kicked the breath right out of your lungs. he drove into you hard and fast, his hips snapping up into yours
the quiet dressing room was quickly filled with the wet, heavy sound of skin slapping continuously against skin
“mngh-Jackie! —oh my god!” you cried out, your head throwing back as you clung to his shoulders to keep yourself in place. you couldn't even form a full sentence let alone thoughts, completely overwhelmed by feeling that made you go weak in the knees
“your taking my dick so good” he grunted, his voice strained and breathy as he hammered up into you, his grip on your ass never loosening. he pulled you down against him with every single upward thrust, making sure he was hitting the deepest part of you over and over again
the sensation was blinding, you could barely keep your eyes open. Jackie held you locked against his pelvis, his hands squeezing your hips as he maintained his hungry pace. every time he snapped upward, his chest heaved, a fine sheen of sweat glistening across his dark skin under the dim lamps of the dressing room.
“fuck m’so close!” you sobbed out, your fingers digging into his shoulders, you couldn’t hold back the high, breathy whimper that escaped your lips with every heavy impact
“i know baby, i know” he rasped, his eyes fixed entirely on your face as you unraveled above him. hearing your desperate cries only pushed him further over the edge
he shifted his angle just a bit upward, driving straight into you with three hard, sharp thrusts and that was all it took
l your entire body went rigid. the intense, overwhelming wave of your orgasm crashed over you, washing through your veins and causing your inner muscles to ripple and clench tightly around his dick. you fell forward, burying your face into the warm crook of his neck, your chest heaving as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through you
Jackie let out a low groat as your tight, “pulsing” release triggered his own. his fingers dug deeply into your ass, pinning you firmly down against him as he bucked upward one final, deep time, pouring his warm cum into you completely. he held you locked there, his body shuddering beneath yours as he rode out the tail end of his release, his chest rising and falling violently under you
for a long moment, the only sound in the room was the harsh, heavy sound of your synchronized breathing
Jackie slid his hands up your back, wrapping his arms securely around your frame and pulling you tight against his chest. he pressed a kiss to the side of your sweaty temple, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh
“damn..” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with sheer exhaustion and raw satisfaction “you really are something else”
after a few moments of catching your breath, the reality of the post-show exhaustion set in. Jackie gently squeezed your waist, a lazy, contented smile playing on his lips.
“come on baby” he murmured, as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. “let's get cleaned up before Jermaine comes knocking again”
he carefully helped you off his lap, his hands guiding your hips until your feet hit the floor. your legs felt like jelly, but Jackie was quick to grab a soft, damp towel from the nearby vanity. he gently wiped down your thighs, taking his time to be tender and attentive, making sure you were completely taken care of. he then quickly cleaned himself off, pulling his pants back up and buttoning them with practiced ease
you picked up your clothes from where they had been carelessly tossed across the dressing room floor. sliding back into your custom panties and pulling your denim shorts back on, you stepped over to the mirror to fix your disheveled hair
as you reached down to grab your yellow top and tie it back into place, you noticed Jackie standing right behind you in the mirror's reflection. he was leaning against the edge of the vanity, arms crossed over his chest, watching you dress with a thoughtful, almost expectant look in his eyes
“so..” Jackie started, his tone nonchalant, though there was a clear spark of hope in his dark eyes. he stepped closer, reaching out to gently help you knot the front of your top
“so?” you asked, looking up at him with a grin
Jackie cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful smile crossed his face. “i was just thinking... our next stop is only a few hours away, and the tour bus leaves tonight” he rested his hands lightly on your waist, pulling you an inch closer
“how about you come along for a while? you know... keep me company on the road?”
your eyes went wide “are you serious? Yes! absolutely yes!” you blurted out, not even taking a second to hesitate or think
Jackie laughed, his grip tightening playfully around your waist as he pulled you in for a quick, triumphant kiss. “i'm very serious, baby. i don't think i can let you go after tonight”
“okay, okay” you said, your heart racing all over again as the excitement settled in. “i just... i'd definitely have to let my sister know first so she doesn't think i got kidnapped and i'll need to go home and pack some clothes or something!”
Jackie smirked, looking completely unbothered as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a sleek gold pen and a piece of paper from the vanity, quickly scribbling down a set of numbers and a address
“consider it done" he said smoothly, sliding the paper into the front pocket of your denim shorts, his fingers trailing lightly against your hip. “call your sister, head home, pack whatever you need, and have a cab take you straight my hotel, don't worry about the money, i'll handle all of it. just make sure you're on that bus with me by morning”
he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours one last time, deep and promising “now hurry up, before i change my mind and make you miss the bus entirely”
A/N: I got this from my baby @youluvyanni ! she did Michael go read hers its so good!!!! Enjoy lovelies <3
"You look beautiful y/n" your mother whispers in your ear. Looking at you in the mirror, rubbing your triceps up and down. A planted smile on her face.
You smile back but don't feel it. "Uh momma can you give me some time alone please" turning around making eye contact with her. She nods before leaving you alone.
You turn back to the mirror, observing every part of your outfit. then staring down your left hand. You break, a shriek of pain releasing from your mouth, falling to your knees.
Your sobs coming out uncontrollably as you shaking your head, not accepting it. The door opening gently, letting your two friends peeking.
Their eyes widen from shock, quickly running to you on their knees. Rach rubbing your back as you continue let them out, a hand coming to your heart, feeling it beat faster by the second.
"What is it baby? what's wrong?" Yanni asks you, looking down. You stare down the soaked carpet, your head shaking in refusal once more.
"I....I ca-can't." you mutter out, your breath short, gasping for air. The two looking at each other in a worried face.
"What can't you do y/n? you have to talk to us." Rach's voice coming out gently as she leans you up to meet their eyes.
"Jackie. Jackie is the one I want. Not Lucas." your voice cracking at the mention of his name. You feel your heart ache with every moment and promise to each other soon to be thrown away.
"my heart won't let me do it. I can't do it" you mumble out, touching your rapid beating heart. patting it, "It won't let me do it. not to my baby." you rant on, the patting on your heart getting more faster aggressive.
"oh y/n sweetie..." Yanni sighs out, coming close hugging you, bringing your hand down from your heart, intertwining it with yours.
Rach leaning into the hug to, the back rubs never stopping turning into swirls. Your sobs appearing once more, when you hear your mother scream for you.
"Y/N!! IT"S TIME FOR YOU TO WALK BABY!" she screams before coming in.
You three sitting at the vanity, allowing them to fix your old tear strained makeup.
You look at your best friends, before nodding off, walking to meet your father.
"There's my baby" he says smiling, his arm waiting for you to intertwine it. "Here I am" your voice coming out straining.
He looks at you eyebrows furring together, your eyes meeting his, mouth going to an instant pout, "I know baby....I'm sorry" he says rubbing your forearm.
"Daddy he ain't him. he ain't him and you know it." You rant out, in a whisper, looking around avoiding his eyes.
"look at me." your dad mutters watching your eyes look up before looking down at your bouquet. "y/n look at me." he says once more firm.
Your glossy eyes meet his, "oh my baby" he says, looking at your eyes. Giving you a close tight hug.
Your bouquet shakes in your trembled hands, eyes scanning everywhere avoiding lucas's eyes.
Your brain working on automatic, saying the words you're supposed, saying your last "I do" before having to mean it seriously.
The officiant looking over to Lucas, "Lucas do you take y/n to be your lawful wedded wife for richer and poorer from this day forth?" "I do" your mother giving mini claps excitedly.
"Y/n do you take Lucas to be your lawful wedded husband for richer and poorer from this day forth?" he asks you. Your eyes finally meeting lucas's before looking down at your bouquet.
"She does!" your mother says behind you, nodding quickly flapping her fan toward her face. "well she has to say it" the officiant replies.
All eyes falling on you, gulping down, before looking around, making eye contact with other in the crowd. "I..." SLAM!
The front door of the church opened, Jackie marching down, getting pulled back by Jermaine, "Jackie man yo-" "I can do the hell I want man" he says putting a hand to his face.
"I've tried time and time again, to tell myself that you would better here without me. I've tried everything baby. writing songs, driving around, going out, but I can't. Because it all ends up leading to you." he rants on.
He walks closer, pointing to his chest, "Baby I need you, I need you y/n." making strides to the alter, "the hell you do" your mother stood up.
"M'sorry mr and mrs. l/n but I want her. Y/n I love you, I want you forever, I want you to be my wife" he raves. The groomsmen guarding him from you and Lucas.
"So if you'll have me, Jackie Jackson to be your lawful wedded husband to love, care and honor." "whatcha doin man!" Lucas yells out throwing his hands up.
"PLEASE Y/N BABY! PLEASE" he yells out, getting closer to the door, you look at your mother, then Lucas. " I DO!" you yell out, releasing your touch from Lucas, "I'm sorry Lucas..." you say before running over to Jackie.
Your tears slipping away, as you finally meet him, lifting you, wrapping your arms around his neck planting your head in his shoulder. uncontrollable sobs leave you. A hand rubbing your back, soothing you, "I got you baby...I'm here, it's okay angel" he whispers in your ear.
You pull away, meeting his eyes, "Missed you s'much sig...so much" you mumble out, a pout filling your face. He chuckles, wiping your tears away.
"WAIT SHE SAID IT! SHE SAID I DO" your mother yells out, "WHOSE GETTIN MARRIED?" the officiant yells out.
You two look over at the officiant before making eye contact, nodding at each other. “Us! We are!” Jackie yells out. You two walk hand in hand to the alter, Jackie making room for himself.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you hu-" the crowd roaring as Jackie's lips clash into yours, leaning down, lifting a leg up pointing your heels.
You two pull from each other, he picks you up spinning a circle jumping up and down.
𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓇𝓃༯ Going to the Orlando metro area with my man and my best friend.
𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒾ℊℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂༯ Fulfillment, meaning, and peace. Also to become an actress but also a figure for other black women and guide us till I can't anymore.
𝒮ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓉༯ I literally can't choose but artist that I'm rarely gonna skip are: Miguel, Beyoncé, Megan Thee Stallion, Iyla, & Arctic Moneys.
OMGGGG YAYYY i can YAP — ty for thinking of me 🥹!
ೀ hair color: copper (ginger)
ೀ favorite color: lavender purple .ᐟ
ೀ favorite drink(s): matcha, tea & GINGER ALE .ᐟ
ೀ one thing you love about yourself: im conceited—everything, lol jk : my willingness to help evb .ᐟ
ೀ if you can be an animal, what would you be?: a cat
ೀ dream place to visit: china or rome .ᐟ
ೀ one thing you’re looking forward to: celebrating my fren’s august birthdays .ᐟ
ೀ my biggest dream: becoming a neurologist & publishing research on tbi & colon cancer .ᐟ
ೀ songs on repeat: okayy by latto, kiss n tell by aespa, church by mariah the scientist & f*ck swag by nettspend .ᐟ
npt: @bloomflix @satorusdreamer @kireampie @yoonsucks @swvness @toorufairy @tokkushin @chequiiita @fadingalmondhandszine @antholoji @yuucide @daflex @evfers @chosayi @valberryboos @sugurusbeloved +++ anyone who would like to join i didn’t tag evb lol!!
ty for tagging me riri!! i'll answer on my personal blog 🙂↕️
𑣲𝄞 hair color : black
𑣲𝄞 favorite color : alice blue & pink
𑣲𝄞 favorite drink(s) : horchata & dr pepper
𑣲𝄞 one thing you love about yourself : hmmmm my fashion sense (its not consistent at all and thats why i love it)
𑣲𝄞 if you can be an animal, what would you be? : a possum :D
𑣲𝄞 dream place to visit : india and ireland
𑣲𝄞 one thing you're looking forward to : to finally be rid of church boy forever :D
𑣲𝄞 my biggest dream : to finish and graduate college. and become a counselor 🥹
𑣲𝄞 songs on repeat : free by 6lack, radar by lil hero, 3:16am by jhené aiko, champagne coast by blood orange, when the night calls by blood cultures & fantasy by dye (i never get tired of this song)
np tags but i lowk wanna get to know some of yall a little better : @lorelays @hysterotic @porcalinecunt @qrtem @thelibrarianangsti @chaoslibra @koretholics @lunebrew @wildflowersandbarley333 @kunaiiikittennn @bloomflix @spacedust-alley @feuillmorte @nyajiro
hair colour: dark brown (my roots are black tho they're growing out lol)
favourite colour: pink, blue, dark brown, white
favourite drinks: any kind of smoothie, apple juice, lychee tea
one thing you love about yourself: naturally have a lot of empathy?
if you can be an animal, what would you be?: a humpback whale (bc i like them but also i kinda wanna mess with orcas)
dream place to visit: wherever whales are, i wanna see a whale in this lifetime
one thing you're looking forward to: traveling with my friendss
my biggest dream: creating a safe space for queer people and being happy with my friends and and uh seeing a humpback whale irl
songs on repeat: kiss n tell - aespa, when it rains - paramore, crash out - tinashe, switchblade - beabadoobee, deep love - split end, さよならロストジェネレイション - asian kung-fu generation, anyway - ephraim, 明弦音 - MyGO!!!!!
no pressure tags! @pushingpesticides @cerezasefimeras
1. Hair Color: Dark brown
2. Favorite Color: Sage green
3. Favorite Drink: Pomegranate lemonade
4. Something I Love About Myself: I’m extremely outspoken about my politics and refuse to shut up
4. What Animal Would I Be?: Red panda
5. Dream Visit: Sri Lanka, birthplace of Theravada Buddhism
6. Looking Forward To: COLLEGE!
7. Biggest Dream: Living to see the fall of the powers that be
8. Songs On Repeat: Notos by The Oh Hellos
@l0velyl4vender, @shypervydolly, @sweatyfuntrash, @licoriceisback, open tags
౨ৎ˚ hair color: still black from when i combed out my locs
౨ৎ˚ favorite color: plum
౨ৎ˚ favorite drink: coca cola!
౨ৎ˚ one thing you love about yourself: my face :)
౨ৎ˚ if you could be any animal what would you be?: a jag
౨ৎ˚ dream place to visit: italy
౨ৎ˚ what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?: this fall semester
౨ৎ˚ your biggest dream: being a rich woman, traveling the world, no kids
౨ৎ˚ song that's permanently on repeat: crush by solange, damned by miguel, be like a woman by chris rainbow, i belong to you by rome. i can’t help it by michael, IDK IDK I CANT PICK ONE 😫
🍫summary: One thing Randy will have you is FOLDED!
🍫“Dick so good, got me all in my feelings, got me forgettin’ we not relationship dealing - SupahBadd
It was a random Tuesday night, it was a late night and unfortunately you were up studying for your exams. The more you scrolled through the reviews the more you were ready to check yourself into a mental asylum.
Your eyes struggled to stay open as if they carried 10 pound bricks, your back was sore from being hunched over the screen, and if you saw the word ‘finals’ one more time, you were going to break your laptop. In the midst of your spiraling weakness, a buzz sounded from your phone, screen lighting up.
It was two in the morning so you were a bit confused but once you saw ‘R.J’ you already knew.
Randy Jr.
He was just your sneaky link, nothing crazy. You met at an off-campus party and got along well which led to a night at his apartment. You mutually agreed to keep it casual, too busy and stressed for a relationship.
You didn’t feel like dealing with someone else when you struggled to deal with yourself.
You unlocked your phone, pressing on the notification and reading,
“What you up to?”
You debated on responding, while the bright laptop screen practically yelled at you to lock back in.
Clearly your laptop didn’t scream loud enough as you picked up your phone to respond.
“Just studying, whats up?”
The grey bubbles appeared in no time.
“Can I slide?”
That damned question. If he comes over you know exactly what you’ll be up to, but you need to study. Well…you do understand most of it.
Maybe a little relief won’t be so bad…
“Come on, look at me, mama.” Randy grunted above you. Looking at him was something that felt physically impossible in that moment. Your eyes felt permanently stuck to the back of your head.
He filled you to the brim. So full that you had to remember to breathe. The way he was stuffed inside of you made your brain void of everything else. Not a single care about an exam, not a single care about the R.A down the hall, only his dick.
His fingers lightly tapped your cheek, hips still pistoning in you. The tapping brought you back for a small moment, eyes shifting forward to look at him.
“Thank you, mama. Can you keep looking at daddy?” He cooed. His palms found place on the back of your thighs, holding them down to keep you spread open for him. Your knees were damn near touching your ears, and he only pushed deeper. Absolutely folded.
You nodded—not without struggling—and attempted to keep your eyes on him. He looked heavenly from this angle, thick eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his biceps that naturally flexed.
He was so fine.
“Nngh—Randyyy.” You moaned, back arching against the sheets. “I know baby, you doin’ so fuckin’ good.” He swung your legs over his shoulders, leaning down into a mating press.
You could’ve lost your mind in that moment. The way his tip nudged against your g-spot had you planning a wedding in your head.
Maybe a green wedding dress? Who should be the flower girls? Big or small wedding?
You would be sick to your stomach right now, if you found out some other girl was experiencing this.
“Fuckkkk, waittt.” You cried out, hand pressing against sculpted abdomen. “Shhh, you can take it. You been stressing right?” His voice could’ve soothed you to sleep if it wasn’t for him digging you out.
“Y-yes.” You whimpered, finally getting the small reminder of your exams but that didn’t sit in your head for too long, diminishing with every stroke from Randy.
“Exactly so let me take care of you.” He delivered a soft kiss to your cheek. The tenderness made your eyes roll back, and you fought the urge to say I love you.
Good dick just does that to you.
“Randy, I’m gonna cum.” You moaned. “Yea?” He sat up, angling his hips till his tip kissed your g-spot making your legs shake. “FUCK!” You cried, palms pressing against his abdomen.
“Move.”
One simple demand that you did not bother listening to. He gathered your wrists into one hand, holding them in the air as he rolled his hips against yours.
So how should you propose to him?
“Cum for me, mama.” He said. The knot in your stomach broke, releasing and creaming all over him. He thrust you through your orgasm, refusing to take his eyes off the bliss on your face.
You clenched repeatedly around him, chest heaving from the waves of pleasure. "Mhm, keep takin' that dick." He muttered, pace not faltering. Your legs shook from overstimulation, your back arching towards him.
"You creamin' all on me, fuck!" He groaned, listening to the wet squelch of him pumping into you. You felt brain-dead at this point, body jolting with every pump, hyper-aware of the thumb stroking your thigh.
"You look so pretty, mama." Oh, he knows what he's doing. You couldn't help but clench around him practically keeping him stationary inside of you. Maybe it's a good thing you can't speak because you would have absolutely told him to nut in you. Baby trapping doesn't sound too bad right now.
Maybe he was thinking of you the same way. Probably not, but the way he's looking at you, you couldn't help but wonder.
You felt his large body weigh on you, burying his nose into the crook of your shoulder. Another ball of heat began to unravel in your stomach as you smelled his sultry, cedar wood cologne. You were quite literally covered by him, and it only made your maddening obsession worse.
You were so hyperfixated on the feeling of him thrusting and stretching you out, you didn't realize your orgasm overtook you once again. Shaking underneath him while he peppered wet, gentle kisses on the side of your neck.
At this point the only thing you were thinking is, where is the nearest ring store?
