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Jude just had magic, or it was puppy love talking. Probably the latter for you. He was able to convince you to stay longer than you expected. Luckily, you had approved time off longer than your vacation. But the downside is crunch time, because it's around the time Caleb's regular season starts and school starts for him. You will be busy when you get back home.

Jude said that he would do anything, so you told him he was going to have to fly cargo here cause you only packed so much. So you called your sister to pack things you wanted to be in Madrid.

You woke up with a heavy body on top of you. You mumbled as you felt up Jude's back, your hand going through the back of his hair.

"You're heavy as fuck." You whispered against him.

Jude groaned with a deep tone as your voice woke him up. His larger body closed in tighter around you. You moved your hand to the side of his neck. You moved it lightly as his head moved to your chest.

"I have to pee." You said.

"Why?" Jude's voice was deeper and raspier.

"A normal body function?" Your voice became light with questioning.

"No, just stay longer." Jude turned on his side, pulling you with him.

"I have to go."

"We can do it together," Jude said.

"What?"

You wiggled in his arms so much that Jude groaned, letting go of you and turning away from you. You chuckled as you got out of bed, quickly going to the bedroom. You came back to Jude in the same position. You walked closer over to his side.

"Don't you have practice or a photoshoot to do?" You put your hands on your hips.

A deep frown appeared on his face as he opened his eyes. "You want me out of my own home?"

"No, I'm just asking."

"Right." Jude rolled his eyes before turning around again, facing the other way.

"Okay, Mr. Grumpy." You chuckled.

Jude sat up on his hands as he squinted his eyes at you. He leaned over to wrap his arm around your waist to pull you back into bed. He lay down and wrapped his arms around you.

Jude looked down. "I didn't notice this before." He picked at your pajamas.

"Maybe cause yesterday, you grunted like a caveman the whole time." You laughed. "Went straight to sleep after taking a shower."

"I was tired, love." Jude tilted his head. "I have my first game soon."

"Stand up," Jude said. "I want to see you fully."

You looked at him before you smiled, shaking your head. You got out of bed and stood before him. And slowly turned so he could see your pajamas, facing him again, putting your hands on your hips.

"I like the lace, but you know what I like the most?"

"And what is that?" You tilted your head.

"These shorts." Jude's hand reached up to play with the bottoms. You let him pull you closer to the edge of the bed. He put his head on your stomach. His hands came up to massage your ass.

"Jude, what are you doing?" You laughed.

"I appreciate things I like."

Jude lifted his head back, giving you a lazy smile. You took his hands off your butt, getting back in bed. Jude gave you a light frown before he pulled back into your lap. His hands went right back to your ass.

Jude looked down at your chest. "I really do love mornings like this."

You were confused by his words, looking down, noticing your hardened nipples poking against the top. "Of course you do." You rolled your eyes.

"You're a pervert."

"Is it really perverse? If you're my girlfriend."

"I can't deal with a horny you today."

"This is barely horny."

"Oh, I would know." You smiled.

"Hey, you can't use the kitchen incident from the other day against me." Jude

"You literally said, 'Wow, your cooking is always as good as eating you out."

"And I meant that." Jude nodded his head proudly.

"You're so sexy, I can't control what I say." He added.

"Yes, totally." You nodded your head.

You were about to say more when the door opened. Feet pattered against the floor before a smaller dent was made in the bed.

"Good morning, Caleb." You said without looking back.

"Morning," Caleb said quickly.

Caleb nudged himself between one of your arms. Looking between you and Jude.

"You're up to something." Jude looked at him.

"What?" Caleb feigned cluelessness. "No."

"Yeah?" Jude said back.

You wanted out of the way before anything could happen. You got off of Jude's lap, and the minute you did. Caleb jumped on top of Jude, almost putting his full body weight on him.

Oh fuc-"Jude groaned. "My god."

"Caleb, what are you doing?" You asked.

"Nothing, mommy." Caleb smiled at you.

Jude grabbed both of Caleb's arms with his hands. Jude laughed with a breath. "I know what this is."

Caleb laughed loudly as Jude moved his hands to tickle him. You moved more out of the way when they started to wrestle. It ended as Jude pinned Caleb to the bed.

"I can stop right now if you say the magic word." Jude sang.

"No!" Caleb wiggled under him.

"Really? That's too bad." Jude faked looking around as Caleb struggled under his hold.

"Fine!" Caleb said. "Please."

"Thank you." Jude smiled as he let him go.

Caleb lay there as you thought it was over, but it wasn't done. Caleb jumped back on top of Jude, causing him to fall back in bed.

"You're like a spider." Jude wrapped an arm around Caleb's back to move him. But Caleb clutched his arms tighter around Jude's neck.

"I'm going to go." You said as you got up from the bed.

"What? Help me!" Jude said desperately.

"She can't help you," Caleb said.

"You hear this?" Jude was shocked.

"No, I don't." You said as you walked out of the room.

You ignored Jude's shouts of agony mixed with Caleb's laughter. You decided to busy yourself in the kitchen instead. You cooked breakfast while you watched your phone blow up. You might have had a small slip-up in the group chat you were in. You might have said too much about why you're in Madrid. You're backtracking hard in the chat, hoping they can forget what you said.

You turned as you heard footsteps. You turned around to see Jude carrying Caleb sideways.

"You don't know the hidden strength he has," Jude said.

"That's why I don't try it with him." You turned back around.

"He started first!" Jude raised both eyebrows at you.

"I didn't." Caleb stuck his tongue to blow raspberries at Jude.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Jude shook his head.

"Caleb, be nice; we're going to explore today."

"Really? I almost forgot!" Caleb excitedly said.

"Without me?" Jude pouted.

"You have responsibilities." You walked closer to pat his chest. Then you grabbed Caleb, setting him back on his feet.

"I can miss one practice."

"Didn't you just say you have your first game soon?"

"Have fun without me, I guess."

"You will be alright, Jude."

"Caleb." You sighed for the fifth time. "Do you want this face mask?"

"I'll stop moving." Caleb stood still.

"Hold on." Jude grabbed Caleb by his waist to place him in his lap as he sat down on top of the toilet seat.

"We can look alike, remember?" Jude smiled slightly, not to crack the facemask.

"Yeah." Caleb nodded his head.

You bent down, getting closer to Caleb's face. You brushed his face with the facial mask, reminding him to keep his face still.

"That is too cute." You said as you stepped back, looking at Jude and Caleb.

Jude smiled. "You should take a picture."

"Right." You said excitedly.

You grabbed your phone from the counter. "Smile, boys, but be careful cause I'm doing those face masks again."

Jude hugged Caleb closer to his body as Caleb pressed his cheek against his lightly. They both beamed at your camera as you took the picture.

"Cute." You said as you strolled through the pictures.

"Now, Caleb." You looked at him. "After we're done, I gotta finish styling your hair."

"Mommy!" Caleb whined.

"It will be over as soon as you know it."

"Now get up, lovebug so that I can wash your face."

"Can you wash mine?" Jude tilted his head.

You raised an eyebrow. "You are a grown-ass man."

Jude made a shocked noise. "Rude!"

"Mommy's right." Caleb nodded his head.

Jude snapped his head to Caleb. "I'm not buying that candy for you now."

"What!"

"Baby, don't be petty." You shook your head.

"Yeah?" Jude said. "How about no."

Jude bent down towards you, whispering in your ear. "I'm still going to buy it."

"You bend so easily." You laughed lightly.

"He's an adorable kid."

You ended up washing the masks off both Caleb's and Jude's faces, much to your dismay. You looked at Jude's face as you wiped the cleansing wipe across his face.

"I like the facial hair." You said.

"You like it? I was thinking of shaving."

"Really?" You made a sad noise. "You look so fine with it."

"I'll keep it for you." Jude wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you down so he could kiss you.

A loud sigh was heard as you broke apart. You turned your head to Caleb standing at the doorway.

"Can we leave?" Caleb said. "I'm hungry."

Jude laughed quietly. "Our reservation is an hour from now."

"Really?" Caleb said excitedly. "Okay!"

Caleb walked away while you looked back at Jude. "You're good with him."

"Do I?" Jude brought you closer so you landed in his lap. "I try to."

"You're the first man I brought around him in a minute." You confessed.

"Better be on my best behavior then." Jude smiled.

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"Jude." You whined as he buried his head in your neck.

"Stop." You giggled.

"You look so good with my name, love," Jude whispered in your ear.

"This is what a simple jersey does to you."

Jude pulled back to give you a look. "It's more of the person wearing it."

"Stop it, you're crowding me against the counter." You put your hand on his neck.

"Why do you act like you don't like it?" Jude hummed.

"Can you wish me luck for today?" He tilted his head.

"What type of luck?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Any that you can give me." Jude looked at you as his eyes became sharper.

You stared. "Please." You pushed his face, making it turn sideways.

"That rejection was harsh, baby." Jude turned his head back, pouting.

"Cause you want something more." You responded.

"Fuck not even a little?" He played with the top of your pants.

You rolled your eyes. "What do you want, Jude?"

"You."

"And you're revoked." You laughed. "Cause I know what this is."

"It will bring good luck!" He tried to explain.

"Maybe if you win, you might get something." You hummed.

"Oh, you just gave me a great motivator." Jude kissed you on the lips.

"One more thing." You grabbed his arm as you pulled back.

"Those photos you posted?" You said.

"Oh, that." Jude winced. "Posted to my main account instead of my private one."

"Yeah, and now my account is blowing up."

"Sorry, I just decided to keep it up cause I want people to know who I'm with."

"You're fine." You waved your hand. "Wish you would've told me though."

"My friends are blowing up the group chat now." You picked up your phone, showing the locked screen of ever-growing messages.

"Let me see," Jude said. "Can I see it?"

"Yeah." You unlocked your phone for him.

You watched as Jude scrolled through the group chat. "First off, your friends are truly American."

"Jude." You laughed.

"Why am I being reduced to just a British man?" Jude laughed.

"What? Really?" You said, shocked, or pretended to be.

"What? Really?" Jude copied your facial expression. "You knew."

"Who's Shawn?" Jude asked as he read more.

"My friend's current boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "None of us like him."

"Oh?" Jude raised an eyebrow. "There's a story behind that?"

"You're such a slut for gossip." You laughed.

"You said yourself that I was a good gossip partner."

"Mostly cause I enjoyed your facial expressions." You said. "You're very expressive."

"I've been told that before." Jude shrugged his shoulders.

Jude looked back at the messages. "And look out for those Birmingham men?" He repeated out loud.

"That's my best friend." You winced. "She dated a Birmingham man before."

"Damn, she's saying all that?" Jude showed you the long paragraph. "Us Brummies ain't that bad."

"You can learn the lore another day."

Yes!" Jude nodded his head quickly.

Jude handed you back your phone. "You're going to have to teach me some American slang after reading that."

"Well, as long as you teach me yours cause what you call things is totally different sometimes." You added.

"I wasn't that bad."

"Jude, you had me looking up Birmingham slang."

"When you can just ask the source?" He questioned.

"I guess I could do that."

"I can delete the photo if you want me to." Jude went back to the original topic.

"I think I'm fine with you keeping it up." You said. "I'll tell you if I change my mind."

"Okay, love." Jude put his hand under your elbow to bring you closer.

"But I'm also posting something since you blew up the spot." You added.

"I said I was sorry." Jude pouted.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes before kissing him.

"You gotta go before you're late." You pulled back from him. "You smell good, by the way."

"Thank you." Jude smiled, happy you liked it. "A new fragrance I'm trying out."

"That just gave you a boost in your step." You laughed.

"Yeah cause you like it?" Jude nodded his head.

"Go, Jude." You pushed on.

"I'll see you at the game." He kissed you one more time.

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"Caleb, can you sit down for one second?" You huffed.

"I'm sorry, Mommy." He sat back down in the seat next to you.

You sat in one of the private sections of the stadium. You could tell it was filled with families and players' partners. A group of women came up to you to introduce themselves.

"You must be Jude's new girlfriend; nice to meet you."

"We like to hang out sometimes after games; you should come one day."

"Thank you, I only started to date him, so I don't know too many people."

"Oh babe, we can teach you everything you need to know!"

Maybe talking to them was easier than you thought. You got into their circle pretty easily, as they gave you their phone numbers and added you to the group chat.

"I know we're going to see more of you."

"Next time you're back in Spain, we would love to hang out."

You talked to them as they told you more about the team and the coaches. They also told you about some teams from other leagues that have been happening. It made you more relaxed as you fell into a more easy convo with them.

You pulled Caleb into your lap as you got more comfortable in the seat. You were enjoying Jude playing as you could see he was back in his element after the World Cup. You and Caleb pointed out things during the game. Mostly Caleb, as he would tell you things. It was a close game for the first game of the season. The game was almost over before one final goal was scored in the last round. You clapped as Real Madrid won their first game of the season.

You pulled Caleb in front of you as you walked back to the locker rooms. You stood against the wall, waiting for Jude.

You knew Jude was an attractive man; anybody could tell that. Before he came into your orbit. You heard his name mostly from your son, but you had heard your sister say that he was fine as fuck. You never really bothered to look him up, beyond the fleeting pictures you saw.

There was something about post-game that gave him an afterglow. You almost had to hold your breath when he came up to you. His facial features were sharper, and his eyes were sharper and lidded.

It didn't take long until Caleb was trying to get in his arms. "You must like being carried by me?" Jude laughed.

"You're comfortable." Caleb shrugged. "I like it."

It was an innocent interaction between your boyfriend and your son. Your mind was still swirling as Jude's voice rasped from yelling. And that laugh? You averted your eyes when Jude's connected with yours.

"Why are you all the way over there?" Jude looked at you.

"What?"

"Come here." Jude used the hand that wasn't occupied by Caleb's body to beckon you.

As soon as you were closer to him, Jude pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. You melted against his side. His cologne still clung to his body as if he didn't play for as long as he did.

"Hold on." Jude pulled his arm away to adjust his bag. He wrapped his arm back around you as he started to walk. "I'm tired."

"You did so good, baby." You smiled as you wrapped an arm around his hip while you walked.

"Thank you, love."

"You looked so cool!" Caleb said.

"I did, didn't I?" Jude smiled.

"So cool that I should get a gift, right?" Jude looked you in the eyes.

You remembered your convo earlier. You averted your gaze to all. Only to look back to find Jude still staring. You felt your face heat up from the constant eye contact.

"You think so." You said instead, teasingly.

Jude squinted his eyes before he nodded his head. As if to tell you, "We'll see about that." Jude dropped his arm from you, opting to grab your hand as he brought you closer.

"I think so." He said back to you.

When you got back to Jude's place, you told Caleb that dinner would be ready soon. He nodded his head before he went to the other room. You froze slightly when Jude stepped closer to you. His chest touched your back. His hands came to grasp your hips.

"What about me, baby?" His voice dropped lower as he spoke to you.

"What about you?" You said back to him.

Jude's laugh was dry. "Wow, it's like that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"So we're forgetting about our earlier convo?"

You stayed silent, and that was enough for Jude to turn you around before he lightly guided you to the wall. His body encompassed you as he looked at you. His head lowered as he kissed you. Your eyes closed as you felt his soft, full lips against yours. Jude's pressed his body closer to you, pushing your body more against the wall.

Jude pulled his head back. "You remember now?"

"No, I don't." Your smile turned flirty.

"You're a funny fucking girl." Jude smiled, turned sharp. "I have all night and all day to remind you."

"Maybe then I can remember." You told him.

it's early afternoon when you finally wake up, because, for once, production grew a heart. they knew that filming for movie night ran later than usual, so they skipped the morning call and let you all wake up on your own.

if it wasn't for the sharp stabbing sensation in your cheek, you probably could have slept for a few more hours– but with every turn of your head, the feeling remained.

you open your eyes slowly, half-expecting someone to be standing over you, but furrow your brows when you're met with nothing. though, you find the culprit soon enough.

there's something square resting in jermajesty's pillowcase, and when you lean closer all you can see is dark-shading and ambiguous shapes. blinking hard to clear the blurry spots in your vision, you reach your hand inside and pull the item out…

finding the photobooth pictures that you and cairo had taken together. and true to the clips you and everyone else had watched last night, every space where cairo had once been replaced with jagged edges and holes. you press your lips together to hide the smile attempting to show through your flood of emotions. of course, jermajesty had taken something you'd done purely out of spite and liked it anyway– just because it was you.

maybe even stronger than like– cherished, because he'd stored it in his pillowcase. was this the love island equivalent to keeping a photo in your wallet?

you tuck the photo back in its home, climbing out of bed and seeing only two other islanders had remained in the room. still fast asleep. just like the morning before, you rush your routine– washing your face, brushing your teeth, and skipping makeup. once you'd tied a scarf around your head, you left the glam room to find the bedroom the same as when you'd woken up.

deep down, you know what you're searching for– and assuming he's still sleeping, you head down to the kitchen to make breakfast yourself. the kitchen is thankfully empty, giving you all the space to move around as you please. cabinets open and shut with each item you pull out; only getting as far as the pancake mix, a bowl, a pan, and eggs before you hear someone behind you.

it's like he has a sixth sense.

your heart stutters when you turn, seeing him trudging toward you with his eyes basically closed. he raises a hand to rub at one, his mouth turned down at the edges– and his hair the messiest you've ever seen it. the sweats he wears hang low on his hips, showing the waistband of his boxers, and the top of him is bare. he looks so blatantly sleepy, an involuntary sound of affection leaves you in the form of a quiet hum.

when he meets your eyes, still squinting with his eyebrows knitted together, he questions you. "what are y'doing?"

and again, your heart stutters just hearing his voice. "what?" you ask, glancing at the drawer you'd just opened. you pull out a spatula. "makin' breakfast. was makin' extra for you, too."

"why would you do that?"

jermajesty finally meets you where you stand, the sleepy pout he wears pulling down even deeper. being in your space, his hand comes to rest on the small of your back, almost unconsciously.

"i thought you were still sleeping," you reply simply, though you grow confused when his hand applies gentle pressure, pushing you to the side and away from the counter. you follow the direction without a second thought.

"i'd rather you wake me up than make it yourself, mama." jermajesty takes the spatula from your hand, and with you out of the space, starts to open the pancake mix.

"i really don't mind, maj," but your words fall on deaf ears. he continues to pour the mix and ingredients into the bowl. after a few seconds of silence, you continue, "well, can i help at least?"

"mmm," the hum sends your mind into overdrive. "yeah, actually."

"how?"

you watch as he clears a spot on the counter, close to where the stove sits. and maybe you should've caught on to the meaning behind the sleepy, mischievous smile on his face, but you'd been too distracted admiring it to think twice. when he's satisfied with how much space he's cleared, his eyes find yours. two small thumps sound out with the pats of his hand against the counter.

rolling your eyes, but matching the smile he wears, you pull yourself up– kicking your legs and watching him mix silently. having made breakfast every day for the past few weeks, and however much he'd made it before coming to fiji, he moves with such efficiency– muscles in his arms jumping with each rotation of his wrist. you wonder briefly if a camera is catching the hypnotized expression on your face. he sprays the pan when he's done, pouring two perfect circles of the mix and setting the bowl back down.

before you can even blink, he's heading straight back to where you sit. your legs open reflexively, even as his hands come to rest on your knees to spread them himself– sliding up your thighs and wrapping around your waist. you lean up instinctively, unsure of what his goal is until he pulls you forward. toward him.

jermajesty holds you tighter, laying his head on your shoulder and nuzzling the side of your neck. the warmth of him seeps through your shirt, his breath soft against your collarbone. the scent of his body wash and shampoo mixing with the sweet smell of the pancakes warming on the stove.

when you bring your arms around him, your fingers find their way to their favorite place– deep in the strands of his hair, pads of your fingers rubbing his scalp. he sighs as his body practically melts against you.

"wow," you tease, your own voice still thick with sleep and un-use. your feet press against his legs, rubbing up and down. "i wonder what your love language is."

he huffs out a laugh against your skin, making you shiver. "what you mean?"

"i feel like any time you're close to me, you're touching me in some way." you smile when he pulls back just enough to look at you, amusement written all over his face. "very hands on."

"you want me to stop?"

jermajesty starts to move back, just to fuck with you– though he doesn't make it very far; you stop him by gripping the waistband of his sweats and tugging. he comes back without a struggle… and with a shit-eating grin.

"yeah, whatever," you mumble, feigning annoyance at how easily he'd tricked you.

but when he actually grabs your arms and moves them to your side, you let out a disappointed sigh paired with a pout. "relax, mama," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck and stepping back to the stove. "just gotta flip 'em."

once both pancakes are turned, he's right back in your space– maybe even closer. your attention zeros in on the feeling of his hands as they sneak under your shirt, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips.

"was i right? is physical touch your top?" you ask, hoping he doesn't pick up on the breathy tone of your voice.

"wanna know somethin' funny?" he smiles, eyes never leaving yours. you raise an eyebrow in question. "i really don't like people outside of family touching me."

you give him an incredulous look, tilting your head. "you might've came on the worst show for that."

"that's what jaafar said," jermajesty laughs, eyes crinkled at the corners with the thought of his brother. "but it's been different."

"how?"

"you've been the main one touching me since you walked in."

"aww, maaaj, am i the exception?"

you're doing what you do best– masking the way his words make you feel with a teasing statement.

"you keep makin' these same jokes but i'm dead serious." he leaves your legs once again; and the cold air that replaces him nips at your skin. he looks at you as he places the pancakes onto a plate. "yeah. you are the exception."

you're left to ponder over the heavy weight of those words as jermajesty re-sprays the pan; this time pouring three perfect circles of mix. within seconds, he brings your bodies back to its previous position like he hadn't left at all. you bring a hand to his jaw, tracing the sharp angle with your fingers. it makes his lashes flutter as he leans into your caress. he continues to answer your previous question with clarity, "i love when you touch me. i love touching you. honestly, i don't think i could pick one love language when it comes to you… i wanna give you 'em all, and i think id be the luckiest nigga in the world to receive them."

when your fingers near his chin, he wraps his own around your wrist– turning his head to kiss your palm. you go still, breath catching in your throat. through it all, he holds your eyes; and when you finally speak, your voice comes out quieter than you intended. "you make it really hard, you know?" you sigh. "i'm trying to keep my guard up and not wear my heart on my sleeve with you… but i don't even wanna try anymore.

"you make me feel safe to just be and you accept all of me– even the messy parts. you're so patient with me, and i've never–" you swallow, fiddling with your own fingers before jermajesty uses his hand to separate them. the two of your hands rest on your thigh, fingers intertwined. "i've never had someone who makes me want to be vulnerable in every way. you're my exception, too."

for a second, silence surrounds you. it feels like you're looking on from someplace far over your shoulder, in slow motion, as jermajesty's smile gradually drops; his full lips parting ever-so-slightly when his eyes fall to your mouth. you watch his throat work as he swallows before your own eyes betray you, trailing up until they reach the curve of his bottom lip. the space between you feels impossibly small and grows even smaller when you draw closer without either of you realizing.

his free hand lifts, fingers hovering near your jaw like he's afraid to touch you… and in a way, he is. he doesn't want to make any more wrong moves with you; worried that you'll end up agreeing to something you might regret later if he was suggestive in any way. so, he leaves everything for you to initiate and control, dropping his hand back to your thigh.

his eyes flicker to your lips again, quickly, longing to taste you after so long without it. but when you lean forward a fraction of an inch, his minty breath fanning over your lips, and breathe in, the smell of burning batter hits both of you at the same time.

you pull away from each other in sync.

jermajesty squeezes your thigh once before stepping back to the stove to flip the pancakes– which, thankfully, weren't ruined. he clears his throat quietly, "what about your love language?" and throwing you a reassuring smile, "should i guess?"

you're disappointed by the diversion, but answer anyway, the conversation soft as he finishes making both of your plates. when he suggests taking breakfast to the deck, you can't hide the twinkling in your eyes– excited to finally have a good memory in the area of the villa that had only been negative; from the twitter challenge, to being pulled by production, to crying like a baby during casa.

it's nice to write over those moments with the clear blue sky and the blanket beneath you. with jermajesty's shoulder and thighs touching your own. with the way the sunlight catches the side of his face, lighting the brown of his eyes with every glance he throws your way. the casual intimacy of existing beside him like this warming you from the inside out.

you sit for a little longer once both your plates are cleared, mindlessly conversating as you rest your head on his shoulder. after some time, you finally stand, following him toward the kitchen as he holds both of your plates.

but jermajesty stops in his tracks.

when you follow his line of vision, you see him eyeing cairo– who stands in the kitchen, preparing his own breakfast. you look back at jermajesty, then back at cairo, then back at jermajesty again. "you okay?"

"yeahhh," he half-laughs. "i can't go over there."

you blink at him, "uh, why?"

"shit, uh…" he doesn't answer right away– blowing air into his cheeks as he glances at cairo before looking back at you. "something happened last night. we're supposed to keep… distance."

you can't help the laugh that bubbles up in your chest, "what, you put your hands on him or somethin'?"

but, jermajesty doesn't laugh– just silently stares at you as your amusement falters. "maj," you say slowly, your voice dropping. "no fucking way."

"nah, i didn't really get to," he says quickly, pausing as you let out a sigh of relief. "production pulled me before it went too far."

"jermajesty." you groan. "what does that mean?"

"i dragged him out the bed and got taken off the set right after."

"you– what??" your voice pitches higher. "for fucking what?"

but he just shrugs, even as he's slightly terrified of how you'll react. "his bitch ass had you sleeping outside."

and maybe you need to have a long, hard discussion with yourself when you get home– because internally, your chest does this deep flutter. as reckless and unnecessary as it was, there was something about knowing that he'd did that with you as his top priority that made your heart squeeze. he'd known you were being treated less than what you were worth and couldn't let it slide.

then, after it all, had come back from the throes of production to put himself in your place instead. who knew how much convincing it took for production to agree? and you could only guess how many hours you'd been asleep before being woken by him. the tenderness of it made you want to cry.

instead, you keep your expression sober. "i– maj, that's really sweet… and thank you, but you can't do that again." he opens his mouth to respond, but you speak first. "i'm serious. it's not worth you potentially getting sent home. i don't care what cairo does or doesn't do– you shouldn't put yourself at risk like that."

for a moment, he just looks at you, his expression unreadable. then he nods softly, stepping forward to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"yes ma'am. heard you."

once you'd taken the plates from his hands and taken them to the kitchen yourself –without cairo saying a word to you– you find yourself back in soul ties with jermajesty. you'd only been there for ten minutes when he made an off-handed comment about how he hadn't brushed his hair yet.

your eyes light up.

"i can brush it for you," you offer, watching the affectionate expression grow on his face as he looks over at you.

"yeah? you want to, baby?"

it takes you less than three minutes to run to the glam room– grabbing your spray bottle, tangle teezer, small satin scrunchies, and curling cream– and back. you're both in your positions in no time; you sitting at the very end of the soul-ties bed with your legs open and jermajesty sitting on the floor between them.

the domesticity of it has you both in a quiet trance. every time you reach for the spray bottle to wet his hair, you use your hand to protect his face, and every time you brush the tangles from his curls you hold the roots with one hand so you don't hurt him. every so often you hold his head in your hands, urging him to lay his head back completely so that you can press a kiss to his forehead and nose.

when you finally get through every strand and push your fingers through his roots, dragging your nails gently across his scalp, jermajesty feels like he's in heaven.

he lets out a subdued groan first, leaning his head back to give you more access. you comply, lightly scratching closer to the front of his scalp. his eyes flutter closed.

"mmmm," your thighs attempt to press together at his innocent moan, forgetting that you're blocked by his broad shoulders. "that shit feels so good."

you have to shift in your seat as you continue, concentrating your hardest on ignoring every sound he makes. when you're unable to take it anymore, you ask, "would you ever let me play in your hair? like braid it and stuff?"

"told you, you can do whatever you want with me." he mumbles, eyes still closed.

and with that, you start to playfully cornrow his hair. you weren't the best, but you did a lot better on other people than you did on yourself. it feels like hours pass as you both sit in this space you created.

you smile to yourself as jermajesty's head slowly dips to your thigh before snapping upright again, over and over before finally it falls for the last time. you listen to his soft breaths as he sleeps against your thigh.

the temptation to capture him in this moment is so strong that you pull your phone out– taking two selfies with your eyes closed, puckered lips inches from his cheek. you toss your phone behind you and re-focus on his head; un-doing every braid and running your fingers gently though the strands.

unfortunately for him, he's not awake to stop you as you continue to play in his hair– using your brightly colored scrunchies to give him six ponytails... all while snickering quietly to yourself.

but as you reach for your seventh scrunchie, your eyes catch on something fast, small, and eight-legged, running towards where your foot rests on the floor.

poor jermajesty.

because you jump to your feet in an instant with a high-pitched shriek.

jermajesty wakes with a start, still in a sleep-induced haze, and jumps to where you stand on top of the soul-ties bed when he sees the fear written all over your face. he's looking all around the area for the cause, mumbling "what?" repeatedly.

when you point to the floor while gripping his arm and say, "there was a spider…", he looks over with the most blank face he's ever given you.

he opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off by screams of his name and laughter from downstairs. when he furrows his brows and steps from the bed to look over the railing at the center of the villa, he's met with half of the islanders. they point up at him, amused; and deanna aims her phone at him, pressing the red button to start a recording.

jermajesty is confused for a few seconds longer before he catches on, remembering what you were doing when he started to fall asleep, and brings a hand to his hair. he feels one ponytail in the middle of his head before he moves to the right and feels another… then another… then another. he sucks his teeth.

he's ran a hand over his entire head by the time he looks back at you again. he's trying his best to look annoyed, but his smile grows with every second before he starts laughing. you give him an innocent smile in return.

"alright… imma get your lil ass back."

that evening, producers instruct you all to get ready for another villa party/mixer. when you reach the bottom of the stairs with the girls to reach where the boys are waiting, you walk around cairo and beeline straight to jermajesty. his arm finds your waist before you even fully reach him, pulling you into his side like it's second nature.

when you reach the high table, a few of the other islanders flank you both, their laughter infectious as they pull you into conversations and memories. all of your favorite people surround you, drinks in hand as the night stretches ahead– all of you just enjoying each other's company.

but you already knew who was heading your way before she even walks through the entrance.

"hello, islanders! surprise!" ariana calls, sardonically. and as always, she pauses for the exclamations and grumbles that come with her presence. "can you all please gather at the firepit?"

ariana leads the group, the lot of you trailing behind her slowly. jermajesty stays by your side until he isn't able to any longer, kissing your head before heading to the end of the couch. you take the seat next to cairo, as far apart as you can be without being in sarah's lap.

"well, it's time for a recoupling." ariana starts, looking at each of you. "tonight, each girl will choose the boy they want to couple up with. as there are eight girls and ten boys, unfortunately two boys will be dumped from the island tonight."

there are no nerves in your body tonight– completely calm as ariana continues.

"girls, stay where you are. boys, come and join me, please."

the area is quiet, save for shuffling, as the boys follow the directive: lining up alongside ariana. when everyone is settled, ariana turns back to the eight bodies on the couch. "girls, i'm going to ask you to stand up one at a time and tell us who you want to couple up with, and why." and after a pause, she turns to elisa to begin.

to no one's surprise, she gives her speech and chooses keem. when they sit, ariana moves on– calling on kami to stand next. being so far into your time in fiji, it's obvious who each girl will choose. when you're called to stand as the fifth girl– you meet the eyes of cairo, brandon, ruben, aaron, and jermajesty.

"–who would you like to couple up with?"

you take a deep breath before meeting jermajesty's eyes. "i would like to couple up with this boy because we've been on a long journey together. it wasn't always easy between us, but that's what makes what we have real; and through it all, he's shown me what it means to be chosen, no matter what. this boy doesn't do anything halfway… everything he commits to is with all of him, and that kind of passion is rare. he's very intentional and shows up for the people he cares for without any hesitation. in all honesty, liking someone can be scary for me, but this boy makes me feel safe to feel every emotion fully. i've never been happier than i am when i'm by his side. so, the boy that i'd like to couple up with is…" you pause. "jermajesty."

jermajesty is jogging up to you before ariana can even congratulate him, closing the distance between you like he'd been waiting his entire life for this moment. the grin on his face is completely unguarded and so beautiful in its honesty.

when he reaches you, your hands find his face automatically, palms cradling the sharp lines of his jaw and thumbs brushing against the peak of his cheekbones. his eyes– dark, but shining at the same time– search yours for only a heartbeat before you lean in.

the kiss is soft. devastatingly soft. a whisper of lips meeting after what felt like years apart. his hands settle at your waist, fingers curling gently into the fabric of your dress and anchoring you to him. within seconds, the two of you are smiling too big to hold the kiss any longer– so you pull apart... though not too far.

foreheads pressed together, noses brushing, breaths mingling in the small space between you– everything around you fades into the background.

he leans in quickly, giving your lips two short pecks before his hand finds yours, fingers lacing together as he leads you back to the couch. when you sit, his arm snakes it's way around your waist and pulls you even closer– your bodies fitting like two pieces of a puzzle.

jermajesty's still smiling big when ariana calls on him to express how he's feeling. "i'm on cloud nine. as corny as it sounds, when she's not around nothing feels right. it's good to have my girl back."

you lean your head on his shoulder, unable to hide how giddy you feel– unaware of the way cairo glares at the two of you. the recoupling continues with the last two girls, sarah and alexis, choosing the boys they'd like to couple up with.

with the final couples being you and jermajesty, deanna and isaac, asia and simon, milene and shaun, elisa and keem, kami and deon, sarah and ruben, and alexis and aaron, it leaves cairo and brandon single.

ariana turns to them with a look of pity and sympathy, but you can see a small twitch of her lips as she addresses them. "cairo. brandon. you are single, vulnerable… and therefore, dumped from the island." jermajesty lets out a childish, low whistle next to you. ariana looks down before a surprised look crosses her features. "oh, wait– i have one more thing i'd like to say myself."

she allows a chorus of groans, then continues, "earlier, i told you that there would be a dumping tonight. what i didn't say is just how big this dumping would be. because tonight… four more islanders will also be leaving the island." she gestures to the two single islanders. "i'll let you all say your goodbyes to cairo and brandon. and then we will return to the garden, because this night is far from over. i'll see you all soon."

and with a wave, she turns and leaves the villa. the islanders sitting on the couch are slow to get up– deon being the first to make it to brandon and cairo to say goodbye. everyone else staggers in behind him, giving half-assed 'i'll miss you's and 'it was a good run's.

well, everyone beside you and jermajesty. you give each other the same look before standing and heading in the opposite direction. he holds your hand with every step you take in your heels– and lets you sit on the couch in a lounge area first before falling beside you. he wastes no time pulling you into his arms and peppering kisses all over your face.

you only get fifteen blissful minutes together before cairo finds you.

"(name), i was wondering if i could pull you for one last chat?"

can anyone blame you for the laugh that threatens to bubble out of you?

you manage to hold it in, but you don't move an inch as you meet his eyes. pretending to think for an unnecessarily long time, you tap a finger to your chin before you drop it. "say please."

cairo looks irritated instantly, but jermajesty smiles down at you.

"are you deadass?"

"i'm deadass." you reply simply, blinking and tilting your head. "say please, cairo."

"can we talk, please?"

you still don't move from jermajesty's arms. "fuck no."

cairo and brandon leave the villa and within the next half hour, the remaining eight couples are gathered in the garden area– each on their own platform with a whiteboard beside them. the whiteboards have the respective couples' names printed on it, with multiple empty spots in the shape of broken hearts beneath it. ariana gives all of you the run down and none of you speak, the weight of the moment finally pressing down on you.

"islanders, welcome back. i know that was very tough for all of you." and she really needs to work on her poker face, because she lets another smile slip before getting serious. "let's get down to business. here's how it's going to work: in your couples, you're going to choose two other couples that you think are the least compatible. then, face to face, you'll say the names of the least compatible couples and seal the fate by giving them their broken hearts.

you've lived alongside these relationships every day. this isn't about friendships, so trust your instincts and choose wisely. i'll give you all some time to weigh out your options. please discuss in your couples."

you and jermajesty face each other, and he bends toward you so that it's easier to hear your whispers. you dive into it immediately.

"i think that we can both agree deanna and isaac are the most compatible. they've been together since day one." you start, relieved when jermajesty nods and mumbles 'no doubt'. "how are you feeling about sarah and ruben?"

"the same. they wanted to be together from the start and haven't left each other's sides since their first recoupling." jermajesty rubs a hand over his mouth in thought after you state your agreement. "how does asia feel about simon?"

"ahh, i think that she really likes him– even though it's still fairly new. i don't think they're the least compatible of everyone." you bite your lip and meet jermajesty's eyes. "all the bullshit between the three of us aside, how do you feel about alexis and aaron?"

jermajesty gives you a deadpan look, "she said herself she was pushing connections for the benefits. i think it's safe to say she's not here for any of the right reasons."

"okay," you nod at that, moving to link your finger with his in the space between your bodies. "we'll keep them in the back of our minds. milene and shaun?"

"they're new too, but from what i've seen in casa, they formed an actual connection."

"and they've been pretty solid in the villa, too. i think that they're growing closer every day. it'd be unfair to not give them more time." you coincide.

"safe. elisa and keem... i feel like we both agree on them, too." jermajesty states.

"for sure, which leads us to kami and deon?"

you and jermajesty look at each other, silently; as if you're communicating with just your eyes and mind. after a few seconds you shrug, brushing your hands together and throwing them to the side as if to say 'that's that'.

"okay, time's up!" ariana calls. "i'm going to ask each couple to give the names of the two couples they think are the least compatible and seal their fate by giving them their broken hearts– starting with (name) and jermajesty. who are you voting for first and why?"

"we don't think this couple is compatible, because of a certain conversation during movie night. we think that it shows that this connection may have been formed for the wrong reasons…" you state.

"the first couple we're choosing to dump from the island is," jermajesty pauses, "alexis and aaron."

alexis rolls her eyes as the two of you walk over to their whiteboard and place two broken hearts in the slot. once you're back on your platform, ariana asks for your second vote.

"we've chosen this second couple because we believe while everyone else has had deeper conversations, this couple hasn't broken the surface. we believe that the connection may be more… lustful." jermajesty trails, and you pick up from where he leaves off.

"so, the second couple we've chosen to dump is… kami and deon."

you place your last set of broken hearts on their whiteboard and ariana moves on, calling on couple by couple to deliver their broken hearts. it's no surprise that by the end, the only broken heart you and jermajesty receive is from alexis and aaron. but with two couples having seven votes each, ariana begins to speak again.

"alexis and aaron, and kami and deon– please come to the center of the circle." she orders. once the four of them are standing side by side, she delivers the news. "unfortunately, you received the most votes… and are dumped from the island."

she gives each of them the opportunity to express how they're feeling before wrapping it up. "thank you all for sharing your journeys with us. i'll leave you now to pack your bags and say your goodbyes. the rest of you, i'll see you very soon. bye for now."

and you do feel a little sad –for kami and aaron, at least– as all of the girls gather in the photobooth for the pictures that kami and alexis get to take home.

but more than anything, you feel grateful to get more time in the villa with all of the people you've grown closest to.

on top of that, you feel grateful to be a part of the final six couples with the one person you've wanted from the moment you walked through the entrance.

later that night, the two of you are back where you were meant to be all along. there's a lightness in your chest, throughout your whole body, as your head finds its place on his chest and his arms wrap around you.

with his heartbeat steady in your ear, the tension in your shoulders from the recoupling and dumping releases.

your eyes grow heavy with every rise and fall of his chest, every circle he rubs into your back– and you drift off to sleep knowing that when you wake up, he'll still be there beside you.

-

“What’s got you all chipper this morning, Maine?" Tito questioned making everyone turn their heads towards him.

“This is the smile of a man who got some love last night.” He replied with a self-satisfied smirk.

Janet groaned fake gagging whilst his brothers erupted into loud laughter and whistles, knowing grins plastered their faces as they patted him on the back. 

Michael gave a small smile watching the scene unfold, but he refocused his attention on Janet—–he never was one to be interested in sex talk and his brother's manly habits. He believed sex and intimacy was something to be cherished—something to be kept privately between a male and female.

Which is why no matter how many times his brothers tried to pry or be nosey about his and yours relationship, Michael always shooed them off before enjoying you all to himself behind closed doors. He really was the black sheep of his brothers. 

Whilst explaining the cross word to Janet, he felt Jermaine’s hands clap his shoulders as he took a seat beside him. “Hey Mike.”

“Hey maine, how you been?”

“Good. How about you and mrs lover girl?”

Michael felt his face grow warm at the mention of you, he always grew shy whenever you were brought up—his brothers never failed to tease him over it. 

“She’s good, we’re good– she’s comin over tonight actually.” He replied before adding “How’s you and Hazel?” 

“Extremely good as you can tell” Jermaine replied mischievously whilst gesturing to himself with his hands—Michael rolled his eyes with a smile at his brother's cockiness.

“Yeah i can see that maine, whats that?” He asked curiously whilst he nodded his head towards a purplish coloured bruising resting just above Jermaine’s collarbone. 

His brother’s grin only grew cockier before he responded. “That, my innocent lil brother, is a hickey.”

Michael blinked confused—completely unaware of the term whilst his two older brothers Jackie and Tito turned around after the conversation caught their attention.

“A hickey?” Mike repeated, testing out the words still not understanding whilst his three older brothers bursted into laughter—he shrank into his seat feeling embarrassed.

“C’mon mike, you know what a hickey is man.” Jackie said expecting Michael to have been joking but when he saw his younger brother avoiding eye contact he stopped laughing “Oh you serious.” 

“Mike you mean to tell me you and her still ain’t done nun yet?” Tito inquired.

Even though he didn’t like having his brother's noses in his love life—Michael wasn’t a virgin, but he was still relatively new to it all—only having done anything with you maybe once or twice, which is why the concept of hickeys was still something that was foreign to him. 

“I’ve told you guys before, its nun of your business.” He replied, growing irritated by their questioning. 

“He still ain’t done nun yet that's why he avoiding the question.” Tito said, making the brothers laugh uncontrollably again whilst Michael sighed shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Don’t worry Mike, when you finally get one of these you’ll become a man.” Jermained laughed whilst he pointed to the hickey on his neck.

Feeling offended by his words his brows furrowed “I am a man Jermaine.”

“Whatever you say Michael.” Jackie responded between laughter.

“Go get a hickey from her and we might take you seriously.” Jermaine remarked sarcastically, trying to stifle his amusement. 

“Oh you think i can’t?” Michael retorted, sitting up more straight—starting to feel slightly competitive by their doubt.

The three brothers exchanged amused glances—their reactions speaking for them before Michael scoffed standing up to walk out of the kitchen.

“Watch me.”

𓂃⋆.˚  

The sound of lips smacking filled Michael's bedroom. His family were fast asleep in their rooms whilst he was up against his headboard holding onto your waist where you straddled his lap, exploring his mouth with your tongue. 

You arrived at Hayvenhurst for a sleepover a couple hours ago when you had dinner with the family. Michael had been quiet the entire time, barely talking to his brothers the way he usually would, when dinner was over and the two of you headed up to his bedroom—you barely made it across the room before he started kissing you hungrily.

“Baby– keep it down we can’t be too– loud.” He said between the kisses whilst your fingers caressed his fro, tipping his head back to kiss him deeper.

“You started this Mike, you shouldn’t have started kissing me like that.” You whispered against his lips grinding onto his growing erection through his pajama trousers.

“Angel–” kiss “Angel wait– i-i need to ask you somethin.” 

You paused, pulling your head back to look at him. “What's wrong Mikey?”

His eyes flickered away from yours. “Nothing i just…”

“Tell me mike.” You cupped his face forcing him to make eye contact as he exhaled softly.

“What's a hickey?” He asked nervously.

Your eyes widened slightly—expecting anything but that. “A hickey?” You repeated.

“Yeah…a hickey….Jermaine had one when he came home this mornin n they were all teasin me about not knowing.” 

He began to explain the comments they made, the way they laughed, and how Jermaine doubted he could ever get one. 

Understanding flashed across your face as you started to piece everything together—his silence towards his brothers during dinner and the heated kiss he gave you. 

“Well for starters i’m gonna kick their asses for teasing you.” 

He cracked a smile, chuckling slightly at your words.

“Don’t worry baby, I'll tell you all there is to know, okay?” You said softly, caressing his cheek with love whilst he nodded looking up at you with those big doe eyes you fell in love with. 

“Okay so, a hickey is when a person places their mouth on someones skin, and sucks real hard till it bruises—dont worry though, it feels really good, especially if it's on the neck in a sensitive area of the skin.” You explained whilst Michael listened intently, visualising it whilst you spoke.

“Have you…ever received one?” He asked suddenly feeling shy.

“Yeah baby i have.” You responded.

“Oh..” His tone was mixed with slight jealousy—a rare appearance that always made you turned on whenever it happened.

“Wanna give me one mikey?”

His dick slightly twitched in his pants—which you felt because you were still straddling him—at the seductiveness of your voice.

“I-i…i wouldn’t know how–”

“I can teach you. You want me to teach you baby?”

As if hypnotised by your words he nodded turning into complete jelly at the sound your voice. You smirked before adjusting yourself on his lap, getting yourself comfy again before you placed his hands on your waist to hold.

“Good, now lean into my neck and just start off with soft kisses mikey.” You murmured softly as he hesitantly leaned in but started pressing gentle kisses onto the skin of the right side of your neck.

The sweet smell of your natural skin mixed with Cocoa butter made his tense muscles relax completely as he spread the warm kisses around the area feeling the way your own body melted onto him.

“Mmh that feels good baby, okay now make the kisses a little wetter, add your tongue into it.”

He does as told gently placing his tongue flat before smooching onto the skin, he repeated this about five times as your eyes closed and your bottom lip was folded between your teeth trying not to release a moan that was starting to form in your throat.

Growing slightly confident, he trailed the tongue filled kisses across your neck moving to your left side which had you finally release the small moan you were trying to hold back.

“Does it feel good angel?” Michael muttered against your neck seeking reassurance as you nodded rubbing his back urging him to continue.

“Mhm y-yes baby it does…okay now i want you to suck onto the skin, still making it wet but this time suction your mouth baby.” You instructed softly.

He listened, you felt him readjust his mouth before his lips closed over the area in a sucking motion—instantly, he sucked onto your sweet spot that was just where your pulse was and you moaned again, tipping your head back more for him.

“Oh yes…yes baby you’re doing so well, m’so proud of you.” You spoke lowly, slightly feeling breathless.

Hearing the way your responses start to become breathy, Michael sucked onto your neck with more confidence, his tongue swiping all the areas that triggered more moans from you as you started to grind your hips onto his now completely hard crotch.

Feeling your hips move—it was Michael’s turn to release pleasure filled sounds which he released onto the area he was sucking, his hips bucking upwards as the grip he had on your waist became tighter. 

“I love you baby– love making you feel good, I love being good for you.” His hot breath tickling your wet bruised skin as he panted softly against it at the way your clothed core was grinding onto his pajama pants where he was now leaking precum through his boxers.

“I love you too, such a good boy for me Mike, doing so well marking me up—you like marking up your girl hm?”

Michael nodded whilst he groaned against your neck painfully and possessively as he continued to suck on your skin like there was no tomorrow. 

“Aht aht, i need your words Mikey.”

“I do! I love marking you up baby—love marking up my pretty girl.” He responded frantically.

Just as he was about to suck on the other side again, you pulled back slightly, lifting his head up—he whined about to protest before you silenced him with a hungry kiss to his lips the he returned gratefully, his tongue wrapped around yours passionately, neither of you caring how loud your kisses were as you deepened it before pulling away with a playful tug at his bottom lip with your teeth.

“How do you like your work, Picasso?” You teased as you tilted your head back allowing Michael to get a full view of the fresh dark prominent hickeys on your brown skin.

His eyes darkened seeing the outcome of his work, once again you felt him twitch beneath you as you pulled your head back forward meeting his gaze with your lustful one. 

“You liked that mikey? Like seein me all marked up because of you?” You whispered against his lips with a smirk as he nodded rapidly still staring up at you as if he was in a trance. “y-yes i do.”

You pulled back and he leaned in not wanting to escape your warmth but you rested your palm on his chest creating distance. “Now that I've taught you the principles of a hickey, and how it works….its my turn.”

The excitement that filled your boyfriends wide eyes caused you to chuckle gently as he eagerly gripped your waist again pulling you impossibly closer till you were chest to chest.

“Looks like someone's eager.” You ribbed 

“Please, please I need to prove Jermaine wrong—needa wipe that smug grin off his face, all of em.”

Fueled by your own desperation to help your boyfriend succeed, you leaned into his neck—the warm scent of clean skin and faint cologne filled your nostrils before you pressed soft kisses on the area doing the same exact process you taught him—licking his skin gently you smiled against him hearing the way his breath hitched. 

“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel so good.” You whispered before you started sucking on the area.

Michael’s eyes flickered shut as he released a soft shaky moan—so this is what a hickey felt like.

He bit on his bottom lip trying not to moan too loudly but when you started to roll your hips again—resuming your actions from earlier, he buried his face onto your shoulder whilst you moved against him and continued to work your mouth on his skin. You licked it, feeling his pulse quicken against your tongue.

“O-oh that feels so good.” He whimpered, moving his hands to your ass and squeezing a handful—his sudden confidence made you release a surprised sound onto his skin before you continued sucking.

“That’s it baby, grip my ass while i mark you.”

He continued to dry hump with you, neither of you losing the momentum as you panted into his skin grinding your now completely drenched clothed core onto his erect Pajama pants pushing your clit forward and back until you were a moaning mess. You sucked hard onto the skin making sure you left your mark on the very visible area before you released his skin with a pop and switched to the other side. 

Just like he did earlier, your mouth immediately found his sweet spot when you moved to his right side—Michael released a quivering moan tipping his head back to give you more access to the skin as you continued to abuse it, slurping and sucking on it whilst your hips moved on their own accord.

"F-fuck mikey you feel so good against me, so perfect and hard for me baby." You praised.

The two of you were now moaning in unison—completely losing yourselves, Michael’s head was thrown back with drool escaping his lips at how good your mouth felt on his neck and how good your pussy felt dry humping him, your spit trickled down his neck as you sucked hungrily over his adams apple.

“Ngh– oh God— oh baby—” Michael was an incoherent mess his words scrambling over each other as he pushed your hips down on him—harder, faster whilst you were your own disaster still latched onto his neck with tears of pleasure rolling down your face. 

“A-angel, angel im coming— im com— aghh!”

Michael came hard into his boxers his grip on you deliciously painful as he held you tighter, moving your head you bit onto his shoulder just as your own orgasm crashed through you as well whilst you continued to relentlessly rub your overstimulated clit through your panties onto his crotch before releasing his skin from your mouth with a whiny moan. 

After it became too sensitive and too much to handle, your hips gradually slowed down, the two of you panted heavily—both of your eyelids heavy as Michael rubbed your back soothingly with his palm. 

“You okay?” His voice low and soft.

“Yeah, you?” You replied as he nodded with a tired smile formed on his lips, his eyes sleepy but filled with love as they stared at you.

You stared back with matched tiredness and infatuation, brushing your thumb against his wet hickeys—a wide smile of pride painted your pretty face.

“Lets get some rest angel face, you got some showing off to do in the morning.”

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The family's loud breakfast morning routine took place as usual, this time Latoya and Rebbie were there to make sure the pancakes weren’t burnt this time, whilst the brothers—marlon, Jermaine, Tito and Jackie sat at the table playing cards above their cereal bowls.

The loud chatter and bickering filled the atmosphere as the late morning sun shone through the sheer floral curtains of the kitchen. 

Janet was sat up on the counter completing the crossword Michael had taught her how to do yesterday whilst Randy got on her nerves trying to distract her. 

After finishing up the pancakes—Rebbie took the motherly role like always and fixed everyone a plate before she raised her finger and counted everyone in the kitchen then asked. “Where’s Michael?”

As if on cue, the third to last sibling strolled in, his face wearing the same exact expression that his brother had on yesterday. 

He took a seat at the table completely ignoring the extremely loud silence that had filled the air along with the heavy weight of eight eyes being directed at him as he took his plate from Rebbie, thanking her.

“Mike…” Latoya trailed off her lips parted in shock at the sight of him.

Ignoring what was on Michael’s skin, was like trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his entire neck was decorated with massive deep purple—almost black, bruises. They covered almost the whole neck skin, around five to six on each side, each one being larger than the other. 

Michael finally looked up meeting the shocked eyes of everyone before shrugging. “What?”

His brothers looked between themselves before wide massive smiles plastered their faces and they jumped up rushing to Michael with cheers and laughter, playfully slapping him on the back and jostling him whilst his sisters rolled their eyes resuming what they were doing.

“My man!” Jackie exclaimed proudly, ruffling his afro.

“Ain’t no way.” Marlon’s jaw dropped.

“Mike– you out done me. You actually out done me.” Jermaine said, still shocked but filled with excitement.

“Let me see! Let me see!” Randy tried to pull his head back.

For the next five minutes, his brothers continued to joyfully shove him around, demanding answers to their millions of questions that were being thrown at the speed of light whilst Michael tried to hold in his laugh giving them short responses.

Their game of twenty one questions was interrupted when you’d finally come down from his room, you cleared your throat and leaned against the kitchen’s door frame with your arms crossed wearing one of Michael’s old t-shirts—your brown skinned neck mirroring his own, your curls in a high ponytail to proudly show it off.  

Latoya and Rebbie turned to you with knowing grins before his brothers immediately left Michael and rushed to you, they swarmed you with their own shocked questions whilst Michael smiled and watched with a fuzzy feeling inside. 

“Yup, and don’t make fun of my man again.”

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