tay

the villa was buzzing with electricity, sun-kissed bodies, fresh tans, and the smell of the girls perfume and the guys cologne. you stepped out of the black truck, with a sleek black two-piece that hugged your curves, deliciously. you skin glowed under the lights of the villa and you face was glowing even more with anticipation and excitement about being apart of love island usa.

the first game ariana madix introduced to the cast members was a kissing booth game that featured three, colorful doors. each had a different text above them saying:

doggy, missionary, cowgirl

the girls were lined up on one side the doors while the boys were lined up on the other side. most of the girls gravitated toward missionary are doggy, as for the guys. but you? you chose cowgirl, smirking to yourself. fitting.

zach stood on the boys side, heart hammering. he is tall, charming, with that cheeky grin and curly dark brown locks with that intoxicating british accent that made you notice him first when he entered the villa with the rest of the boys. he’d picked the cowgirl door without hesitation, lips pulled in a shy grin. miss madix announced the rules: opens the door, meet your match, seal it with a kiss. simple yet deadly.

one by one, the doggy and missionary doors were opening. moans and cheers erupted as the girls behind those door was locking lips with their boys. then it was zach’s turn.

he pulled the door open.

there you were.

your eyes met his and for a second the sounds of the villa went quiet for you. you tilted your head, lips curving into a slow, confident smile. zach’s mouth parted, his usual smooth-talker persona cracking as he took you in, gorgeous, and standing there like you already knew exactly how this was going to go.

“fuck,” he breathed, half-laughing, half-stunned. “this is… yeah. hi.”

“hi zach,” you said, voice low and teasing. the other islanders were hollering, but you only had eyes on him. you stepped forward, hand slid on this chest, and felt the way his breath hitched. “so you like a girl on top, huh?”

he swallowed hard, nodding before he could stop himself. “guess the secret’s out.”

you didn’t wait for him to lead. you cupped the back of his neck, pulled him down to your height, and kissed him like you owned him. the kiss was deep, slow, and a little filthy, your tongue brushing his just enough to make his hands grip your waist like he was already imagining it. when you pulled back, his pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed darker than the Spanish heat could explain.

the rest of the night blurred into drinks, confessions, and stolen glances. zach couldn’t stop finding reasons to be near you, wanting you to dominate him again like you did with the kiss. by the first coupling, he was standing in front of you, voice a little shaky but certain, very certain.

“Ive wanted to be with you the second i walked through that door.” he confessed

you smiled. “good choice.”

the days that followed were pure obsession on zach’s part. zach was hooked on you. he brought you coffee and pancakes in the morning while you were with the girls, doing your makeup. when he sat the pancakes down he only have a chance to say, “here you go, love.” before you grabbed his neck and pulled him into a steamy kiss. as the kiss progressively got hotter, your hand around his neck got tighter as he started to whimper.

it seemed like both of you forgot there were people around. when you finally pulled away, his cheeks were flushed and eyes blown.

“well that was something.” bea says, dabbing her concealer with her beauty blender as the other girls made their comments and started laughing. zach smiled bashfully before scurrying away back downstairs into the kitchen.

“nah for real, y/n. you have him whipped.” trinity says, as she checked herself out in the mirror. you didn’t reply, just grinned and continued your makeup. meanwhile zach was in the kitchen with the guys, having a mental breakdown over the kiss, cheeks still hot.

kc had noticed the look on zach’s face. “you good, bro?”

zach’s heart quickened at the question, it reminded him of what made him not so good. “uhm yeah, mate.” it wasn’t convincing at all but zach didn’t care.

back to you, though. you on the other hand had one mission: you wanted to ride him, so bad. that’s putting it very bluntly but it was the truth. ever since the first night, you were dying to make zach crumble. you wanted to see that glint in his eye when you take control.

but he was going to have to work for it.

from that moment, the teasing began.

you loved it. loved watching zach’s eyes follow you everywhere, poolside, during group chats, even when you were just stretching on a sunbed in a tiny bikini. you’d straddle his lap during one on one conversations, grinding subtly against him until he was hard and squirming, then pull away with a sweet kiss and a whispered “not yet, baby.” you’d trace your nails down his chest in the morning while everyone else was around, low enough that only he felt it, and murmur, “be a good boy.”

by day three, zach was losing his mind. he was desperate, constantly pulling you into corners for heated kisses, whispering pleas against your neck. “please mommy… I need you.” his thick accent, drowning in your ears.

but you just smile and pat his cheek. “patience.” at that point it was like he could cum just from you patting his cheek.

he tried to flip the script on day four. flirted shamelessly with one of the new bombshells during a group game, laughing a little too loud, touching her arm, throwing you glances like he thought it would make you snap and fuck him right there. it backfired spectacularly.

that night, at the shared bed. you whispered everything you weren’t going to do to him, thighs pressed against his, breath on his ear. he got whiny, hips twitching against you, voice cracking.

“but mommy, that’s not fair. i was just missing around. im sorry, I only want you. please.”

you loved every second of his desperation and the way he whimpered when you denied him again, the way he buried his face in your neck and begged so prettily. “been thinking about this since the the first time I saw you. been so good…”

but you made him wait longer.

by night six, it was safe to say zach was a high mess. the would find himself not being able to sleep at night. this night was another one of those nights. around 3am, he slipped out of the shared bed carefully, trying not to wake you. his cock was painfully hard again, throbbing against his shorts from the hours of teasing. he padded to the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping the cold would help.

it didn’t.

he stood at the counter, downing the water, but the ache only worsened. he started to pace the villa kitchen, bare feet against the cold tile, running his fingers through his messy, dark curls. soft, frustrated whimpers escaped him as he adjusted himself, the denial making every brush of fabric torture. “fuck..”

you woke up moments later, the bed cold beside you. you smiled to yourself, knowing the effect you had on him. you followed silently in just an oversized t-shirt that barely covered your ass, your brown skin catching the dim moonlight filtering through the windows.

there he was, pacing like a desperate man, hard and obvious in his thin shorts, muttering under his breath.

“zach,” you said softly, voice laced with amusement and authority.

he spun around, eyes wide and glassy with need. “I couldn’t sleep. It hurts.“

you stepped closer, and the second your fingers brushed his arm, zach let out a pathetic, needy whine, his whole body shuddering as if even that small touch was electric. any physical contact after days of teasing was driving him crazy; his cock twitched visibly, and he leaned into you desperately.

you cupped his face, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. the moment your lips connected with his, he thought he was going to pass away. he started to moan and whimper in your mouth, not minding the other islanders. he kissed you back like a starving man, tongue eager and messy, but you controlled it, nipping his bottom lip and pulling back just enough to leave him chasing your mouth with another desperate whine.

even his hands were desperate, groping the flesh of your ass, pulling you against him and rubbing his hard cock on your stomach through his shorts.

you pulled away, backing him against the kitchen island before sliding down to the floor, tugging him with you. “poor baby. All pent up because you’ve been impatient.” you pushed him onto his back on the cool tile, straddling him immediately. “no more waiting.”

you stripped his shorts off quickly, then your panties, leaving the oversized tee alone. zach’s hands hovered your thighs, trembling. “please.”

you wrapped a hand around his throat, squeezing firmly as you sank down onto his aching cock in one smooth, wet glide. zach’s head knocked back, jaw slacked. his broken moans we’re loud but the islanders must’ve been extra tired. “oh fuck mommy! yes, finally—ahh, you’re so tight, so warm… been dreaming about this for days!”

you rode him hard right away, hips rolling and bouncing with dominant rhythm, nails digging deep into his chest and leaving long red scratches. zach was vocal, the pent-up frustration pouring out in whimpers, gasps, and loud cries.

“mommy—mommy, please—feels too good, I can’t hold it—choke me harder, use me!” his hands gripped your thick thighs desperately, nails biting into your soft skin as he tried to anchor himself, leaving little crescents that only spurred you on.

you tightened the grin on his throat, chasing your release as the band in your stomach was building. as you clenched around him, zach was already reaching his end. “yeah, that’s it.” you cooed, obviously effected by the teasing as well.

zach’s voice cracked into desperate, loud babbling. “mommy fuck, mommy, I’m gonna— shit, I’m so close already—please let me cum, I’ve waited forever—mommy!”

his whole body seized when you rode him through that final deep grind. he came so hard it looked painful—back arching violently off the kitchen floor, a wrecked, loud wail tearing from his throat as his cock pulsed and spilled deep inside you. “mommy! fuck—cumming—oh god, mommy, mommy—yes!” His hips jerked erratically, nails digging bruises into your thighs, toes curling, body shaking uncontrollably through the longest, most intense orgasm the teasing had built up. He kept moaning and whimpering through every wave, completely lost and overwhelmed.

you rode him through every aftershock until you came too, moaning low as you clenched around his pulsing length.

afterwards, zach lay boneless on the kitchen floor, panting and sweaty, pulling you down onto his chest anyway. he pressed sloppy, grateful kisses to your neck and shoulders, voice hoarse. “I’m so obsessed with you, m’ never making you jealous again. I’m yours completely, mommy. use me anytime.”

you hummed, smiling against his skin, nails tracing the fresh scratches on his chest.

the bustling set of the “michael” movie hummed with controlled chaos, cameras, lights, crew members darting between takes, and the faint echo of michael jackson songs buzz in the background. you and jermajesty had been invited to visit the set that day and to tell how proud of jaafar you two were. you were like family to jaafar, practically his sister so that automatically gave you a all-access pass.

jaafar was already in character, looking like the icon his uncle is. he was dressed in a identical outfit michael had when he was maybe 17 or 18 years old, still in the jackson 5 era. once jaafar laid his eyes on you and jermajesty, he grinned at you both as he hurried to give a tour of the set. he showed off many different things like, the vintage props, different rooms and even the makeup trailers where most of the magic happens.

“man, this feels surreal. I’m happy to be honoring my uncle.” he expressed while glancing at his brother who gave him a warm smile. you smiled at his words as well, face filled with an admirable yet proud expression.

“we’re so proud of you, far.” jaafar gave you a big smile before bringing you into a hug, shifting left and right on his feet, cradling you. jermajesty came behind you two next, hugging you and jaafar at the same time time. during the hug, jermajesty had pressed up against your ass, crotch brushing against you over and over. you ignored it for the time being, because the moment was too sweet so it definitely wasn’t the time nor the place.

jaafar finally pulled away, smile not faltering. “you two enjoy the rest of the set. i’ve got another scene in ten.”

jermajesty nodded, his hand brushing the small of your back as jaafar walked off. as soon as jaafar’s figure was out of view, jermajesty slid his hand down the back pocket of your jeans and spun you around to face him, earning a surprise yelp from your throat.

his voice dropped low. “i’ve been thinking about you since we walked in here.” you were pulled flush against him as he gripped your ass, tightly, you had no choice but to feel his hardness grow in his pants. “c’mon. quick detour.”

he guided you through a side door into a dimly lit storage room, tucked between some props and tapes and racks of costumes. the door clicked shut. before you could say anything, jermajesty’s lips were already on yours. his goate rubbed against your skin as his mouth got hot and hungry against yours. his tongue slipped past your lips as he backed you into a prop table, hands roaming your body greedily.

“jermajesty.. we are on s- hmm- set.” you tried to talk while jermajesty’s lips and tongue was caressing your pulse but it was insanely difficult. you didn’t even know why you tried to be reasonable, the heat pooling between your thighs betrayed you.

“that’s exactly why we gotta be quick and quiet.” he says, pushing the narrative further. he nipped at your skin while finger worked on the button on your jeans, opening it in one swift motion. “I’ve been wanting this pussy allll day.” he cooed.

he then dropped to his knees, yanking your jean and panties down in a quick motion. your glistening folds were already wet for him, which was nothing new. he he lifted one of your legs on the table, making you balance on one leg while leaning against the table. he buried his head between your thighs with no hesitation, tongue lapping at your clit with expert fingers pushing in your soaked entrance, curling just right. you bit your lip, trying to conceal your moan with one hand cupping your mouth while the other was gripping his shoulder. the sounds of his mouth filled the quiet room, just slurping and sucking.

“fuck.. you taste so good, baby.” he groaned quietly, looking up at you with a dark glint in his eyes. your hips buckled into his face, face scrunched up in pleasure. you were close but he began to pull back. you didn’t protest because you knew what was coming next.

he stood, freeing his cock from his sweats. it slapped, heavy against your thigh, flushed and leaking pre-cum. “turn around, baby.”

you spun, hands resting on the edge of the table, back arching and ass pushing out for him and knee hiked up on the dress. he rubbed the head of his dick along your slick pussy lips, circling the tip on your clit, teasing you a bit. he then, thrust in one big, deep stroke. you both gasped, him at how tight you were, you at the stretch. he filled you perfectly, bottoming out with a low grunt.

“fuck baby, why are you so tight” he whispered, hotly in your ear, one hand covering your mouth while the other gripped your hip. he started to fuck with deep, controlled strokes, hard enough to make your eyes roll back, but quiet enough to not draw attention. the sound of skin slapping was muffled by the angle and his body pressed tightly against yours. your pussy clenched around him with every thrust, creamy ring forming around his cock.

you moaned into his hand, pushing back against him. he angled his hips to hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl, balls slapping softly against your clit. “tas’it take this dick. just like that.” he breathed, voice strained, trying to hold back. sweat beaded on his skin as began to pound into you faster, the table creaking beneath you.

your orgasm hit you hard. your walls fluttered around him as waves of pleasure coursed through your. you whimpered into his hand, body shaking. jermajesty followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a choked groan, hips stuttering as he filled you with hot pulses of cum.

he stayed buried in you for a second, both of you catching your breath. finally, he pulled out slowly, a trickle of cum spilling on your thigh which jermajesty wiped with a tissue from his pocket. he put his clothes back in place before helping you as well.

“just wait till we get home.” he says, kissing you softly this time.

you hummed, replying to his remark.

he led you back into set like nothing happened and the people around you tow didn’t know anything happened as well.