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puck-luck · 3 months ago

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my lovely andy, may i order a mocha with peppermint (frat!jack👀) and cinnamon (breeding kink👀) for jack hughes please ?

- @bewaryofpity

frat!jack i love u u r so easy for our reader i knowwww u easily succumb to dirty talk and i LOVE IT

thank you for requesting viki!! i love u!!

From the outside looking in, it appears that Jack is the one in control. He’s the one who has your back against the wall, wrists in one hand above your head and locked against the wall, and your legs wrapped around his waist. They would think his head is bowed because he’s sucking on your neck.

Not that he’s mouthing against your skin in an effort to stay quiet. Not that he’s whimpering at each new syllable that graces his ears. Not that he’s got his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock in an effort to stave off his orgasm.

The boys in the house seem to think that their fraternity president has you wrapped around his finger. Sure, the first time that you hooked up with him, you were bent over the sink and Jack was pounding into you. It was evident from the second time you had sex with Jack that it was something more to him, and then you reassured him when he needed you to take charge.

Your dynamic has been a bit… flipped. It teeters and totters back and forth, admittedly so. Sometimes you’re the one who has Jack pleading, like now, and sometimes he’s the one muffling your begging in a pillow because “you’re going to wake up the whole frat house if you keep whining like that.”

The power is heavily in your hands today.

Why?

It’s your second week on the pill. In your research, you learned that it takes a week to take effect, but you decided to play it safe and wait another week before telling Jack that he can fuck you bare without shelling out $60 for a Plan B every time he comes inside of you. You think it’s, like, a thing for Jack.

And you are rapidly being proven correct with each keen that leaks out of him.

Jack is still right now, his chest inflating and deflating at a nearly violent rate with each breath he sucks in and lets out, his index finger and thumb forming a makeshift cockring around his base.

“I’m going to milk you dry,” you continue in a low voice, mouth poised right next to Jack’s ear.

Jack’s teeth actually chatter.

“You’re going to fill me up until your cum is dripping… down… my thighs.” You purposefully slow your words and overenunciate, feeling Jack vibrate against you from trying to restrain himself.

He swallows hard.

“And I’m going to take it, Jacky,” you promise. “Come inside me.”

Jack’s grip on himself loosens, just enough for you to take advantage of it.

You squeeze his cock, flexing your entrance and digging your heels into the small of his back until his length has disappeared inside of you, curls at his base flush with your wet folds.

He scrambles to right it, to find a way to prolong this, but his palm lands on your stomach. You know he can feel himself inside of you, especially at this angle, because you can feel his handprint against your inner walls.

“Feeling my belly already, J?” you tease. “You haven’t even put a baby in me yet.”

His mouth drops open and his teeth bite into the meat of your shoulder, his moan crawling up his throat and washing over your body. His hips jerk unconsciously, pulled forward by an invisible force, even though there’s nowhere left to go. He can’t fuck into you any deeper, can’t get any closer to your womb, but he wants to. He’s trying.

Your voice is sultry and you press a kiss to his jaw. “Let’s practice,” you whisper. “Fuck me full.”

It’s a flood. A waterfall of cum splashes deep into your core, uninhibited sounds escaping your trembling boyfriend. “Babe, baby, fuck,” Jack curses. “You’re– I’m going to die if you talk like that every time.”

You roll your eyes fondly. “So you want to fuck me bare, but now that you’re fucking me bare you can’t handle it?”

Jack kisses up the side of your neck. “I,” he pauses and clears his throat, “I just need to get used to it. Practice makes perfect.”

“Oh, I bet we can make something perfect,” you muse. You brush Jack’s hair back with your freed hands. “Wanna go again?”

Jack laughs. “Can’t yet,” he expresses. “But I’m staying inside you until I can.”

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tourturestarradio · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀

“𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞! 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚”

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Prompt: Deadpool x kind reader x Wolverine

Warnings: sexual jokes, jealous Logan, jealous Wade, suggestive

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You woke up to a knock at your door slowly getting up you peeked out your peep hole seeing Wade also looking through your peep hole.

Opening the door Wade greeted you hugging you tightly “honey bun! My favorite sweetheart! My amazing baker! Love of my-“ you blinked in confusion “um Wade” you called out, he looked down at you “yes?” “Could you not shout please” Wade nodded “right I forgot it is pretty early”

You walked over to your couch plopping down as Wade went to your kitchen “hey Honey bun!” He called out, “yes?” You hummed clicking on your tv “do you think you could help me with something!” He walked back into the living room “yeah…yeah sure” you yawned, Wade sat down beside you wrapping his arms around your torso pulling you into his lap.

“So…you’re a baker right?” You glanced at him a chuckle leaving your mouth “yes I am” he nodded playing with one of your hands as your other one flicked through different channels.

“So I was scrolling on the internet trying to blow one off when I saw this great absolutely beautiful cake idea….and I was wondering if you could make it for me?” You nodded “sure what is it?” You asked looking at him “cinnamon roll cookies.” You stared at him trying to make sure you heard him correctly “what?” He shook your shoulders “please Honey bun! It’s would be great!” You grabbed his wrists “alright…”

Getting up you looked down at him “when do you need it?” He grew excited “yay! Okay, um by tomorrow ” “Wade!” You whined, he grabbed your shoulders “first, don’t whine my name like that it’ll turn me on, second pleaseeeee! It’ll be great!” He rested his chin on the top of your head poking where your nipples would be “I miss your eating your desert….that could mean two things” You grew flustered swatting away his hand.

“F…Fine but I’ll need to go to the store first” you hummed, Wade gave you a cheesy smile “thanks honey bun bye now!” He hurried out of your apartment as You sighed.

Waving bye to him you yawned “Alright bye Wade, if you want you can help out and tell Logan I said hi!” He shut the door leaving you alone, you started to get dressed for the day.

Leaving your apartment you went off to the store.

Your eyes scanned the shelves trying to find the right ingredients you only need two more things why were they so hard to find?! You felt a light tap on your shoulder turning around you spotted a taller male with black hair he was kinda handsome “am I in your way? I’m sorry” the male shook his head “no but were you muttering about brown sugar?” He asked.

You gulped embarrassed that you were muttering to yourself in public “oh um yeah I can’t find that or cinnamon for some reason?” You frowned, the male looked in his basket “if you want you can take mines” he offered a friendly smile on his face.

You shook your head “no, no it’s alright” he handed the brown sugar to you “no it’s fine you can take it” he stated you grabbed the bag “you sure?” He chuckled and nodded “yeah I’m sure you probably need it more than me” he reassured, a smile graced your face “thanks you’re a real life saver” He waved you off “oh stop just trying to help, I’m Jackie by the way” you placed the sugar in the cart “I’m Y/n” you replied.

You both made friendly conversation a few laughs being shared between you too “so what are you making these for?” He asked, you placed the cinnamon in your cart “making cinnamon roll cookies for a friend he has a sweet tooth” the male seemed to make a face at the word ‘he’ leaving your mouth.

But he ignored that and nodded “sounds delicious, reminds me of the cinnamon rolls I had at this cafe a while ago” he stated, you glanced at him “oh what cafe” he thought for a moment “(cafe name) they have really good desserts” you perked up at the mention of your cafe “that’s my Cafe!” He laughed “you’re lying” you shook your head “nope just opened it a month ago glad you like my stuff” you smiled nudging him with your elbow.

He blushed lightly, you bought your things “hey um you need help carrying that?” He asked you nodded “yes that would be nice thanks” he carried your bags luckily the apartment wasn’t far from the store.

He helped you bring your things up to your apartment “alright thanks Jackie hope to meet you again” you stated placing your things inside “wait um Y/n…” you looked back at him “would you wanna grab a drink later maybe around 9 maybe 9:30?” He asked.

You blinked “oh I don’t know I gotta start working on these-“ “please it’ll be great I promise” he hummed, you thought for a moment “alright that’s if I can get these finished before then” he nodded a smile growing on his face “wanna trade numbers?” You nodded pulled out your phone.

“Okay bye Jackie” you gave him a side hug shutting your door, he walked away a grin plastered on his face. You sighed “okay let’s get started.”

You wiped the sweat from your forehead as you carefully wrapped the cookies checking the time you saw it was close to 9 o’clock. “Oh no” quickly you pulled off your clothes to go freshen up.

You slid on your party dress it was a dark red and backless, you hadn’t worn it in a while so it was a little smaller the end of the dress just making right below your ass.

You put on some jewelry and styled your hair, sliding on your kitten heels you grabbed the tray of cookies and your purse. Going over to Wades apartment you knocked lightly on the door, it opened revealing an annoyed looking Logan.

His eyes went wide seeing you “Y/n uh what…what are you-“ “hi Logan! can you give these to Wade I gotta go” you hummed texting Jackie Logan stared at you.

You were already hot enough seeing you in that outfit really made him feel a little hot “where are you headed?” He asked, what did you need to be this dressed up for you were already sexy as is?

You glanced up from your phone “hm? Oh I’m going on a date” Logan felt a harsh jab in his chest “…a…date?” He questioned, you nodded “yes so can you give these to Wade please-“ “peanut who are you talking with- oh my ragging boner, Honey bun?!” Wade shoved Logan aside “you got all dressed up just for me” he placed his hand on his heart “that’s so cute but that’s gonna be off in a matter of seconds” he said taking the tray of cookies.

You shook your head “oh no um I’m going on a date” you explained, Wade froze “I’m sorry what?” He looked confused “I’m going on a date but tell me how the cookies taste bye see you in a bit.”

Wade stopped you “wait, wait, wait, you’re going on a date?” You nodded your head slowly “yep so I have to go-“ Wade frowned “but we were supposed to hang out…” he sounded so heartbroken, felt that way to.

You sighed “I’ll be back in a bit we’re just getting drinks” you explained, Wade waved you off “no, no go be with your Prince Charming that’s more important than me, than us!” He pouts grabbing Logan’s arms who quickly swatted away his hand.

You frowned “it’s not like that Wade” You looked at Logan for help but he also looked hurt, Wade flopped down on the couch like a deflated balloon Huffing you walked in “fine. I’ll stay.”

Wade shot up hugging you “great! I knew you wouldn’t leave us for that incel loser!” You rolled your eyes “I feel bad for just bailing on him, he was pretty sweet” Logan rested his hands on your hips coming up behind you “trust me sweetheart I can treat you much better than him” Wade corrected “we can” You gulped feeling the heated tension rise.

You tilted your head “really?” Wade’s eyes were trained on your lips “really.” Logan’s hands traveled up and down your sides “then show me?” You hummed Wade smirked “challenge excepted.” He hummed.

Jackie called your number again but still it went straight to voicemail “fucking bitch…pick up the phone.” Just as he requested you answered only it was you it was a males voice “sorry Y/n can’t come to the phone right now she’s a little occupied at the moment but leave a message!” Jackie opened his mouth to speak when he heard moans in the background of the call.

“Ha…Harder Logan! Please, pl…please! Fill me up” Right before he hung up he heard the other voice speak “hey save some for me! Sorry Jackie’s but she’s taken already- Beep!” The phone shut off leaving Jackie stunned.

He threw his phone “fucking two timing whore!”

Logan glanced over “was that him?” Wade laughed “yep” Logan petted your hair “could have let her answer” he joked, Wade shook his head “hey you know it’s rude to talk with your mouth full!”

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A/n: IM OBSESSED WITH X MEN AND DEADPOOL RN RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHH

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lowrisemiller · 4 months ago

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ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴊᴇꜰꜰ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🐇˚

one-shot! | masterlist | 2.4k words | kissing, yearning, & fingering |

jackie’s first time with a girl

The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and something vaguely floral—Jackie’s perfume, no doubt. I hadn’t even heard her come in. One minute I was hunched over the counter peeling a blood orange, the next, she was in the doorway like she’d always belonged there.

“Hey,” she said casually, like it was normal for her to be here when Jeff wasn’t.

“Hey,” I replied, trying not to sound surprised.

Jeff had run out to grab something from the hardware store, muttering something about needing a new wrench for Dad’s busted sink. I’d offered to go instead—college had left me with more free time than I knew what to do with—but he insisted. I wondered now if it was on purpose. He always did have a suspicious way of playing matchmaker with people he shouldn’t be playing with.

Jackie walked further in, her ponytail swinging, lips glossy and pink. She was wearing shorts and Jeff’s varsity hoodie, like some dumb badge of commitment.

“You always look like you’re thinking about something tragic,” she said, half-teasing, as she leaned against the counter across from me.

I shrugged, peeling another slice of orange. “It’s my resting college face. Very intellectual.”

She grinned. “So, how’s it feel to be back in good ole Jersey?”

“Like I’ve time-traveled. Everything’s the same. You, Jeff, Mom’s casserole. Even the weird fridge magnet shaped like a lobster.”

“Hey, don’t insult the lobster.” Jackie plucked the orange slice from my hand and popped it in her mouth without asking.

I stared. “You’re bold.”

“I’m bored,” she said through the citrus. “Jeff’s been playing too much NBA 2K and not enough ‘pay attention to your girlfriend’ lately.”

I didn’t say anything to that. I wasn’t going to comment on my brother’s lackluster boyfriend skills. He was lucky someone like Jackie even looked at him twice—hell, everyone knew it. She had this… shine about her. Perfect teeth, effortless hair, a voice like she knew exactly what you were going to say before you said it.

And right now, she was watching me too closely.

“You don’t like me, do you?” she asked suddenly, not in an angry way. Just curious.

I blinked. “What?”

“You always look at me like you’re trying not to look at me. Like I’m made of glass or something.”

“That’s not true.”

Jackie gave me a dry smile and turned to the fridge, pulling it open like she owned the place. “You know what I think?” she asked, rifling through leftover takeout containers and string cheese sticks. “I think you’re afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” I said. Too quickly.

Jackie pulled out a cold can of soda and shut the fridge with her hip. “It’s okay. Most people are. I’ve been told I’m… intense.”

She popped the tab and took a sip. Her eyes didn’t leave mine.

“I don’t think you’re intense,” I said. “I think you’re performing. There’s a difference.”

Jackie’s brow lifted. “Ooh. The psych major speaks.”

I hadn’t told her I was a psych major.

She must’ve seen the flicker on my face because she smiled again—smaller this time, a little less polished. “Jeff talks about you a lot. You’re kind of his hero, you know?”

I rolled my eyes. “He needs better role models.”

“No. He doesn’t. You’re the realest person in this house.” She stepped closer and set the soda down. “Which is why I wanted to ask you something.”

There it was. The shift in the air.

I stood up a little straighter. “Okay?”

Jackie’s fingers played with the hem of her sleeve. “You’re… out, right?”

My stomach did a small somersault. “Yeah.”

“Did you always know?”

I studied her face. The casual tilt of her head didn’t match the tension in her hands.

“Not always,” I admitted. “I knew something was different when I was thirteen, watching Valley Girl and realizing I didn’t care about Nicolas Cage at all.”

Jackie snorted, relaxing just a little. “Deborah Foreman is hot.”

“Exactly.”

There was a pause. Not uncomfortable, exactly. Just heavy. Like the room was waiting for something to drop.

“I think I like girls,” she said quietly.

I didn’t breathe for a second.

Jackie’s voice had changed—smaller now, hesitant. Like if she said it too loud, it might not be true.

“I don’t know,” she added quickly, like backpedaling might save her. “I mean, I’ve only dated guys. But sometimes, I look at someone and I think, God, I wish I could just be close to her. Like really close. But not in a friend way. Not in the way I’m supposed to.”

I nodded slowly. “That sounds pretty gay to me.”

Jackie let out a short laugh—relieved, but almost embarrassed. “God, don’t say it like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m dating your brother.”

That part sat between us like a cracked plate.

I didn’t move. “Do you love him?”

Jackie looked down at her soda. “He’s… nice. He’s good to me. And sometimes, I think that should be enough.”

“But?”

She looked up. Her eyes were wide and a little too bright. “But I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to. Not the way I imagine I would if it were someone else. Someone who… saw all the weird, hidden parts and didn’t get freaked out.”

I leaned back against the counter. My heart thudded.

“Jackie,” I said gently, “are you telling me this because I’m out… or because it’s me?”

She looked at me like I’d caught her in a dream.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “Maybe both.”

My breath caught.

Jackie stepped closer, her voice low. “I think about you sometimes. I know I shouldn’t. You’re Jeff’s sister, and you’re older, and… you’re not supposed to be part of this equation.”

She paused.

“But then you walk into the room and I feel like the air gets heavier. Like there’s something electric just waiting. And I hate it. But I love it.”

I felt like I was suspended in time, like one move could set off a domino line of things neither of us could undo.

“You’re not crazy,” I said softly. “But you are playing with fire.”

Jackie smiled. “I think I’ve been on fire for a while now. I just didn’t have a name for it.”

She was close enough that I could smell the hint of her lip gloss and shampoo, something expensive and soft. Her hand brushed mine where it rested on the counter. Just barely.

It was like touching a live wire.

“I won’t do anything while you’re still with Jeff,” I said, though my voice was shakier than I wanted it to be.

Jackie’s eyes searched mine. “But if I wasn’t?”

I swallowed. “Then I might let you kiss me.”

The front door clicked open.

Jackie stepped back immediately, as if she’d never moved at all. She grabbed her soda, sipped it casually, and turned toward the hallway.

Jeff came into the kitchen with a new wrench in hand. “Got it. The guy tried to upsell me on a whole set—can you believe that?”

“Shocking,” I said, voice even.

Jackie smiled at him, just like she always did. But when she glanced back at me, there was something new in her eyes.

A secret.

One we now shared.

It had been three days since Jackie almost told me everything.

Three days of pretending. She still came around like always, still looped her arms around Jeff’s waist, still laughed at whatever he said like it was the funniest thing in the world. But I saw it. I felt it. The difference. The way her eyes lingered on me when she thought no one was watching. The way she avoided being in a room alone with me.

Until tonight.

The doorbell rang just after eight. I was alone—Jeff had picked up a night shift at the car wash, said he’d be home late, probably not until after midnight. I wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not Jackie.

But when I opened the door, there she was.

No makeup. Damp hair, like she’d just showered. Bare legs and an oversized hoodie—my brother’s, I realized after a second. Her arms were wrapped around herself like she was trying to keep something in.

“I was walking,” she said. “I didn’t know where I was going, and then I ended up here.”

I opened the door wider. “You okay?”

Jackie shook her head. “Can I come in?”

I stepped back and let her in without another word.

She moved like someone who wasn’t sure she was allowed to take up space. The TV was still playing something dumb and low in the background, but the room felt suddenly louder, heavier. She stood there for a minute, then sat on the couch, curling her legs up beneath her.

“Jeff’s at work,” I said as I turned off the TV. “It’s just me.”

She nodded slowly. “Good.”

I sat across from her, nervous energy crawling under my skin. “You want something? Water?”

“No,” she said softly. Then: “I broke up with him.”

My heart stopped. “When?”

“Last night. He came over, and I just… said it.” She looked down at her lap. “I didn’t say it was because of you. But I think he knew. Part of him, anyway.”

I stared. “You did?”

She finally met my eyes. “Yeah. I couldn’t keep pretending. Not with him. Not with myself.”

Silence fell like dust. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t believe she’d done it. Jeff wasn’t perfect, but she’d been safe with him. Comfortable. Whatever existed between her and me—it was new. Dangerous.

“I was scared,” she said, voice trembling a little. “But when he left, I didn’t feel guilty. I felt… relieved.”

She stood up then, crossing the room slowly, eyes on me. “You said if I wasn’t with him…”

My breath hitched. “Yeah?”

Jackie stopped in front of me. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her sleeve. “Then you might let me kiss you.”

I stood up too. We were inches apart.

My voice was barely above a whisper. “I remember.”

She looked up at me like I was the last thing keeping her grounded.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” she said. “I didn’t know how much I wanted something real until I looked at you and realized—I couldn’t go back.”

My hand lifted to her face, thumb brushing her cheek. She leaned into it like it was the only thing holding her up.

“Tell me to stop,” she said, breathless. “If you don’t want this—”

But I kissed her before she could finish.

She melted against me like she’d been waiting years. My hands slid down her back, under the hem of her hoodie, pulling her closer until our bodies pressed together. Jackie gasped into my mouth, her hands fisting in my shirt like she was afraid I’d pull away.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

We stumbled backward toward the hallway, bumping into the wall, the doorframe, laughing in between kisses. My bedroom door swung open and we fell into the bed, tangled, breathless.

Jackie pulled her hoodie off slowly, eyes locked on mine. Underneath was just a thin tank top, no bra. She climbed into my lap, straddling me, and cupped my face between her hands.

“You feel like a dream,” I whispered.

“So do you.”

Her lips found mine again, deeper this time, slower. She kissed like someone who wanted to memorize every part of it—every gasp, every moan, every shift in breath. My hands roamed her thighs, her hips, her back. She was warm and soft and trembling.

“Are you sure?” I murmured into her neck.

Jackie nodded against my skin. “Yes. I want this. I want you.”

I rolled her gently beneath me, kissing down her throat, her collarbone, my hands sliding under her tank top to feel the heat of her skin. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her back arching.

It was slow. Intimate. Steady. We learned each other in pieces—each touch, each sound, each whispered plea unfolding like a secret too long buried.

We had all the time in the world.

I pulled her closer.

Jackie then started to roll her hips against mine but it was hard and stiff. Like she was forcing it or most likely from the nerves.

“Hey hey you're so tense, I thought we weren’t rushin’?”

I had a firm ringed hand on her hip.

“I just thought it would be good?” Jackie said with uncertainty.

Yep, nerves.

“Oh sweetheart, lay down for me. Please?”

In an instant Jackie found herself laying on the plush mattress. My hands roamed up and down her clothed sides slowly and softly.

“Tonight is gonna be about you, alright? Let me take care of you.” I whispered softly in her ear.

Jackie nodded slowly and I continued running my hands along her perfect body.

Jeff’s sweater was discarded as soon as we stepped foot in my room so now she was left with just a tank top and some small cotton shorts.

Hot.

I could see her pebbled nipples through the thin fabric. I couldn’t resist and squeezed one of her boobs in my palm.

It’s accompanied by a tiny high-pitched huff that slips from Jackie’s lips.

“Oh?” I teased, a cheeky tone in my voice.

Jackie huffs again and smiles. “It’s hard not to get turned on when you’re touching me,” she says, quietly defending herself.

“Good,” I whispered, as I placed a soft kiss on Jackie’s neck.

A few short seconds pass and Jackie starts to shift her hips a little bit, almost like she’s trying to press into something that isn’t there, and I know Jackie must be feeling it.

“You want me to keep going?” I ask, genuinely. If Jackie wants to stop, we stop.

Jackie bit her soft plump lips and pretended to be in deep thought for a second, then she smirked up at me.

“I like the way your hands feel, don’t you dare stop Sadecki.”

And with that I continued my ministrations on her chest.

Jackie’s hips kept bucking into mine so I finally moved down her body and slipped her tiny shorts off.

“Aw baby, these are cute,” I jutted my head at her white lace panties. “You wearin these for me?,” I teased and smirked down at her.

She averted her gaze from mine and looked at the glowing lamp on my desk.

I gripped her chin gently with my thumb and pointer finger and turned her face back to where it was.

“I like them, can I check if you’re all wet for me?”

Her cheeks turned tomato red but she nodded anyway.

I don't’ believe in god by any means, but Jackie Taylor must’ve been an angel sent from Heaven.

When I went to peel her panties off they practically stuck to her because she was so slick and wet, all for me.

I was flattered.

I slotted a finger between Jackie’s lower lips, dragging wetness up to her clit and began petting over it slowly. Jackie instantly sighs into the touch.

“Feels good,” Jackie affirms, exhaling.

It only takes Jackie a couple minutes to finish, with my finger expertly circling her clit and occasionally tapping against it. I kept placing sweet little kisses on Jackie’s neck and shoulder, rubbing Jackie’s hip with my free hand, gently massaging a boob, brushing Jackie’s hair to one side, whispering little words of praise in Jackie’s ear…

“That’s it. There you go. Pretty girl…. You’re doing so good. Go ahead and finish. Come whenever you wanna.”

Jackie shakes lightly as she orgasms, pressing her head back onto me as it rolls over her, curling into herself as she finishes. I held her through it, opting to draw circles around Jackie’s clit so I don’t overstimulate her.

“That feel good sweetheart?,” I whispered in her hair.

Jackie nodded.

“God you’re good at that” Jackie breathes out, chuckling.

“Well, I’ve had a bit of practice,” I retort, also chuckling.

Hours later, they curl up on the couch together and watch one of those dumb action movies that show on TV late at night. Jackie rests her head in my lap, cuddling up to me as I rub Jackie’s back.

Jackie brushed a hand down my arm and whispered, “I don’t know what I am. I just know that when I’m with you, it feels like the truth.”

“Thats all i need”

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