Jordan Li Dribbles

It’s late. The kind of late where your bones ache with every breath. You had a long fucking day of training, getting your ass beat at Dean Cipher’s sadistic little after school club. You’re pretty sure your ribs are still trying to knit themselves back together as you walk.

You don’t even knock, just push the door open, eager to see them. You freeze when you spot Sam in Jordan’s room. Both of them sitting on the floor in front of the tv. Sam’s hunched over the glass bong, mid-hit, while Jordan sits with their eyes closed, head tipped back against the bed, completely at ease in a way you haven’t seen in a while. It’s almost disarming how calm they look, though you got to admit it pisses you off a little that they look this way with fucking Sam.

You clear your throat. Loudly. Mostly because you’re also a little irked they didn’t invite you. Jordan’s head turns quickly a deathly glare on their face, clearly not expecting you. Their face morphing into a wide toothy grin when they recognize you.

"Baaabby!" they slur loudly, clearly having been at it for a while. You can't help but smile back seeing their glassy red eyes and wide smile, something you haven't seen in a while. You sigh, your backpack dropping from your shoulders as you kick off your shoes, the door clicking shut behind you.

Jordan’s hands reach out to stroke your thighs lazily as you pass them to plop yourself between them, harshly snatching the bong from Sam's lips mid-inhale. His soft "hey" of complaint is half-hearted as his head collapses back against the bed behind us.

You take a deep hit, your body relaxing as the world finally quiets down. Your ribs still feel tender but they should fully heal by morning. Jordan's head falls on your shoulder, their hand gripping your knee, lazily sliding up and down your thigh. Your eyes close slowly, your head resting on top of theirs as the three of you relax against the bed. It feels weird to be this relaxed, almost as if you're just regular college kids instead of constantly being on alert and fighting for your lives.

A high-pitched singing pulls your attention to the TV. "What the fuck are you watching?" you ask, confused while taking another hit. Is that fucking Avenue V? You think to yourself before both Jordan and Sam burst into fits of giggles. You stare at them wide-eyed as they laugh uncontrollably, the puppets still singing on the TV. You can't help but laugh too, clearly losing your mind as well. It feels nice to feel normal.

You don't know how much time has passed. The TV still plays softly in the dark room, casting flickering shadows throughout the room. The only other light being a soft warm amber glow from the small lamp on the nightstand.

Your head rests against the edge of the bed as you smile contentedly, feeling Jordan's small hand on your knee, their fingertips slowly stroking up your thigh, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. The world feels hazy and warm around you, everything moving in slow motion like you're underwater.

Their mouth leaves soft, lazy kisses on your shoulder, the warmth of their lips seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt. They move upward, tracing invisible patterns up your clavicle, to the sensitive base of your neck. You sigh happily as they place a wet, open-mouthed kiss on your pulse point, sucking softly, the pressure just enough to make your breath catch but not enough to leave a mark. Their hand continues its slow, deliberate exploration of your body, fingertips dancing across your skin like they're memorizing every inch of you.

Their lips trail along your jaw, the tip of their tongue occasionally darting out to taste your skin. They slowly turn your head to meet their lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss that tastes faintly of weed and the sweetness of whatever they were drinking earlier. The scent of them, their shampoo, their skin, that indefinable essence that is purely Jordan envelops you completely.

They groan, the sound vibrating against your lips as their arms wrap around your hips. In one fluid motion that is way too smooth for their intoxicated state, they pull you up so you're straddling them, your knees on either side of their hips sitting on their lap. You giggle at the sudden movement, your head spinning pleasantly as you place your hands on their chest, feeling the steady thump of their heartbeat beneath your palms. Your hands stroke upward, across the soft fabric of their shirt, until your arms wrap around their neck, fingers playing with the soft hair at their nape.

Your tongue runs along their bottom lip teasingly, the tip tracing the seam of their mouth. They growl a primal sound that sends heat pooling low in your belly their hands firmly gripping your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as they pull you tighter against them. Your bodies press together, chest to chest, hip to hip, no space between you as your mouths crash together in a messy, lazy kiss that lacks finesse but makes up for it with raw emotion.

You sigh happily into their mouth, the sound swallowed by their lips as their tongue runs along yours, exploring, tasting, savoring. Their hand slips under the hem of your shirt, their palm hot against your skin as it slides slowly up your back, fingertips tracing each vertebra, sending delicious shivers cascading down your spine. Your tongues move lazily against each other, dancing to a rhythm only the two of you can hear, both too tired and too high to do anything else but exist in this perfect moment together.

"Mmm," they groan, the sound rumbling deep in their chest. Their mouth moves to suck gently on your pulse again, their teeth grazing the sensitive spot before their tongue soothes it. Their hands trail softly along your back, mapping constellations across your skin, fingers dipping just below the waistband of your pants before retreating, teasing.

You lean further into them, your body melting against theirs as your fingers tangle in their hair, tugging gently at the roots the way you know they like. A soft moan escapes them as you pull, and they respond by licking a hot, wet stripe up the column of your neck, their teeth grazing over the soft skin just below your ear before their tongue soothes the spot, the contrast between sharp and soft making you shiver.

Their hands run up and down your sides, thumbs brushing along your tender ribs before the pads of their thumbs gently stroke the sides of your breasts through your bra. The touch is light enough to be maddening, not enough pressure to satisfy but just enough to make you want more. You arch into their touch instinctively, your body seeking what your mind is too hazy to articulate.

You moan, the sound quiet but needy in the stillness of the room. Your tongues meet again, languidly exploring each other's mouths, neither of you in a hurry to escalate or end this moment. The room fills with the sounds of quiet wet kissing, soft moans, and the occasional creak of the floorboards as you shift against each other, the fucking puppets still singing softly, forgotten, in the background.

"I'm still here," Sam mumbles next to you. His voice cutting through your bliss like a bucket of ice water. You gasp sharply, breaking away from Jordan with a loud, wet smack as your lips pull apart. You completely forgot Sam was even in the room. Jordan sighs heavily, their forehead falling dramatically to rest against your shoulder, pressing soft kisses against the bare skin where your shirt has slipped down.

"Leave then," Jordan's voice rumbles against your chest, the vibration of their words sending tiny shivers across your skin despite the interruption. Their arms tighten around you possessively, clearly unwilling to let this moment end.

Sam groans again, louder this time, shifting his weight as he attempts to stand. He plants one hand firmly on the floor, pushing himself up only to lose his balance and topple over with spectacular ungracefulness. His limbs splay out like a puppet with cut strings as he lands with a loud thud on the carpeted floor.

Everything is silent, the only sounds are Sam’s soft snores as you both stare at his body limp on the floor. A laugh bubbles up from your chest, starting as a giggle and quickly escalating into full-blown laughter that shakes your entire body. Jordan joins in, their body quaking against yours, their laughter warm against your neck as they hold you.

"Did he seriously just fall asleep?" you whisper, your voice still trembling with suppressed laughter. Jordan's eyes, bloodshot but twinkling with mischief, meet yours. They nod, biting their lower lip to contain another laugh. You shake your head, still giggling at the ridiculousness of it all, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the hairs at the nape of Jordan's neck.

Jordan's attention returns to you with laser focus. Their soft lips find their way to your jaw, pressing feather-light kisses along the sharp line, each touch sending tiny electric pulses through your nervous system. Your eyelids flutter closed as they work their way slowly across your skin, mapping a path from your jaw to the corner of your mouth.

When your lips finally reconnect, it feels like coming home again. Your tongue meets theirs in a lazy dance, both of you too tired and too stoned to do much else but savor the moment. The kiss is gloriously messy, tongues rubbing together without finesse, exchanging soft sighs and quiet moans. The wet sounds of your mouths moving together fill the dark room, followed by heavy breathing and the occasional soft snore from Sam who is unmoving on the floor.

Jordan's hands move to cup your face with surprising tenderness, their thumbs softly stroking your cheekbones in gentle, hypnotic circles. Your hands find their way under their shirt, fingertips tracing abstract patterns across the warm skin of their lower back. Their tongue slides against yours with deliberate slowness, as if they're trying to memorize the taste and feel of you.

You sigh contentedly into their mouth as they deepen the kiss, their fingers tangling in your hair.

The perfect, end to your long ass fucking day.

“Hey,” Jordan whispers into your ear. A small yelp escaping your lips as their breath tickles your neck. Their right arm instantly wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against their chest while their left hand grips your hip tightly keeping you there.

They were in their smaller form, basically the same height as you this way. Their lips right on your neck, their warm breath sending shivers down your spine. It’s been a week since they rescued you from Dusty’s party, and almost a whole month since they last touched you this way. Your body instantly reacting, craving, wanting, needing their touch.

They're so close, so warm their lips ghosting over your sensitive skin. You could feel their lips curve into a smirk as you gasp when their right hand slowly travels up and down your body. Your heart racing, your breathing heavy with anticipation. They knew your body better than anyone else, every part of you was theirs, and its been so damn long since they held you so close.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as their right hand softly caresses under your breast. Gently cupping it, massaging softly before moving to the next. Their other hand slowly traveling down your hips, their fingers gently massaging your skin as they move. Your body craving their touch, arching back into them, silently begging for more.

They continue their actions, softly teasing your skin, leaving you breathless and wanting. Slowly kissing your neck, while their left hand gently grips the top of your thigh. Your knees feeling weak, your mind becoming cloudy. The way they touch you, the way their hands travel up and down your body. Their left hand making its way up your thighs, under the hem of your shirt feeling your smooth skin underneath.

A low chuckle rumbles in their chest as their lips travel up your neck, their tongue dragging across the shell of your ear. Your eyes closing, trying to keep control of your body, as they hold you tightly against their chest. A soft moan escaping your lips as their tongue gently licks up your neck. Their hand traveling up further, their fingers gently tracing the outline of your stomach. You bite your lip, trying not to cry out. God, it feels so good, their fingers slowly tracing patterns along your body. Slowly teasing the skin on your stomach as their teeth tugging at your ear lobe, their warm breath ghosting over your ear.

"I missed you, sweetheart." They say, their voice sending more shivers down your spine. You groan out loud at their confession, letting your head drop further back onto their shoulder, giving in, letting your body feel their touch. Their voice so soft, so tender, you didn't care who was around you or who could hear you.

This was their game. Building up the anticipation, driving you wild until you gave in.

You could feel their smirk on your neck, as they kiss and suckle your skin. They wanted you to give in, and you couldn't deny that you missed them too. You missed the way they held you, how their lips would explore every inch of your body, how their voice would sound as you both were tangled together. They continue their movements, their fingers teasingly tracing patterns along your stomach, their lips leaving love marks on your neck.

“Why have you been hiding from me, baby?” They demand as their teeth nip at the soft skin of your neck, their right hand gripping the top of your thigh hard, digging their nails into your flesh. You whimper at the sensation, bitting your bottom lip, trying to keep your moans in as they played with you in the middle of the hallway.

You been buried with work and school for the past few days, barely having enough time to sleep and eat. You hadn't plan to ignore them, but it happened and now they had you where they wanted. You were putty in their hands, and they knew exactly what they were doing. This game you both played was a dangerous one, and yet you couldn't get enough. The line you had both set, was becoming blurry, but neither one of you seemed to cared.

Their right hand travels up your body, cupping your chin turning your face back towards their face. Their left hand tightening their grip on your thigh as their lips finally meet yours. Oh god, you missed their lips. You missed...them.

Their kiss was hungry and rough as their tongue explores every part of your mouth. Holding you tightly against their body as you melt into them Their other hand slipping into your hair gripping it tightly, holding your head still as they ravage your mouth.

Your body aching, burning for their touch. You turn your body to face theirs, wrapping your arms around their shoulders, pulling them closer, kissing them harder. You missed the taste of their lips, the way their tongue moved in sync with yours. They let out a low groan as they push you up against the wall, their body pinning you against it, their right knee pressing between your legs. Both their hands firmly cupping your face, holding you in place as they deepen the kiss. Your hands gripping their hips, pulling them closer, your body yearning for more. You don't care who sees or hears you. Your body and mind lost to their touch.

After a moment they pull back with a loud pop, leaving you gasping for air. A small smirk tugging at the corners of their lips, as they watch you try and regain your composure. Your face flushed, your heart racing. You were a mess and they love it.

They slowly lean forward, kissing you again, their lips ghosting over yours. "I can't get enough of you." They confess softly. One of their hands travels up your jaw line, their thumb gently stroking your cheek. You lean into their touch, closing your eyes, a soft sigh escaping your lips as their thumb runs across your lips. They press a firm kiss to your lips once more before stepping back.

"Fuck," they groan, looking around the empty hallway. "Come on baby. It's time for you to make it up to me." They say with a smirk, taking your hand, intertwining their fingers with yours, leading you back into their dorm. Your mind fuzzy, your legs feeling weak, your body craving the punishment they promised.

It was Friday night, and you and your friend Aiden sat cross legged on the floor your backs resting against the couch playing video games. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder laughing loudly as you played Call of Duty.

“Bastard, you shot me!” You yelled, your elbow digging into their ribs. “I’m on your team, fucker!” He just laughs and shrugs as you adjust your headset waiting for the next round. You grab your control ready for the next round, exclaiming “Game on, jerk!”

Just as the round was about to start the door to your dorm swings open harshly. The door knob smacking against the wall loudly. Jordan storming into the room, her curled bob bouncing with every angry step.

“What the fuck, Jordan!” You exclaim, quickly taking off your headset to glare at them from the floor, watching as they walked towards you.

They paused mid-stride when they noticed you weren’t alone. “Who’s this?” they asked harshly, pointing at Aiden, who was still playing next to you, oblivious to Jordan’s angry glare and harsh tone.

“Aiden, Jordan.” you say, pointing between them both. “Jordan, Aidan.” you finish, pointing in the opposite direction.

Aiden places his controller on the floor next to him, taking his headset off turning to face you with an amused raise eyebrow. You smile at him apologetically. While Jordan starts to walk towards you both slowly, shifting to their larger form. You rolled your eyes, they had a habit of shifting to their male form when trying to get their point across. Which you found idiotic as they were much more intimidating in their 5’2” form.

“And why is he here?” Jordan says harshly, glaring at Aiden. You shrug, picking up your controller to log off the game.

“What’s with the 20 questions?” you say, with a raised eyebrow. You're being a brat on purpose, trying to see how much you can rile them up as your eyes stay locked on the TV.

Jordan huffs, brushing their fingers through their hair. “You weren’t answering your phone,” he says pointing at the your phone on your floor with his chin, “or the fucking door.” Jordan continues glaring at you now.

“Oh,” you say nonchalantly, picking up your phone from the floor. Well, look at that… you had several messages and missed calls from Jordan. Karma is a bitch, the asshole had been ignoring you whole week.

“Huh…guess I missed them,” you say casually, still staring at your phone. “We were kinda busy.” Aiden snickers besides you, a small smirk on their lips as he looks from you to a very angry Jordan.

“Busy with what?” Jordan says through clench teeth. You turn towards Aidan, giving him a small smile before turning towards Jordan whose burning glare could freeze hell. Fuck, you love their sexy glare. You lean back against the couch, crossing your arms with a mischievous grin.

“See...I would tell you, but I don’t really wanted too.” You say with a playful pout. Aiden’s soft chuckles the only sound in the room. You were enjoying this too much, ridding Jordan up was one of your favorite past times, especially after they ignored you all week.

Jordan glare turns murderous as their eyes trail down your exposed legs. You had a habit of kicking off your jeans as soon as you entered your dorm. Walking around in just a loose shirt and panties. Their eyes linger on your exposed thighs for a moment, you shift to cross your legs feeling a blush spread on your cheeks, your nipples hardening under their heated gaze as you gripped the hem of your shirt lower down your thighs.

Fuck, they were so hot. Their death glare doing nothing but turn you on more. You bit your lower lip, watching their eyes snap up to your face, their darken eyes burning into yours.

Fuck, you love how intense and possessive they are, it made you fucking hot.

See, Aidan had dropped by earlier to return a textbook. You met him a few weeks ago in an art history course you were taking as an elective. He was super sweet and you both shared the same humor and love for video games. He also had absolutely no interest in you as you did not have the right body part, if you get the meaning so when he dropped by earlier you didn't even try to put pants on.

You were in the middle of an epic game session, when Jordan bursted in. Aidan, knew about your complicated relationship with Jordan. He found the entire thing hilarious, he was currently having a blast seeing the famous Jordan Li so fired up. They didn't run in the same circles as Aidan was in Performance Arts and the only person Jordan knew from that school was Emma.

You both glare at each other in silence, while Aidan sat quietly next to you smirking. The tension between the two of you was so thick, that it would have taken a chainsaw to cut through.

Jordan took a deep breath rubbing their hand down their face and releasing a heavy sigh before shifting back to their female form, the change was instantaneous. It was the one thing that always threw you, how fucking quick they could shift. If you blinked you would of messed it, it was amazing.

They stalked towards you, their eyes never leaving yours. They grab your wrist, pulling you up, a yelp of surprise leaves your mouth. You turn to stare at Aidan, who rolled his eyes at the dramatics. You were about to open your mouth to say something to him. But Jordan had other plans, as soon as you stood up, she pulled you towards her and kiss you deeply.

You let out a small yelp in surprise, before kissing her back. She wraps an arm around your waist pulling you closer. Her kiss is rough, demanding, as she bites down on your lower lip. You gasp, allowing her tongue to slid into your mouth. Her hand gripping your ass, your shirt riding up from their grip. You moan, pressing yourself closer against her chest.

You could feel them smirk against your lips, as you melted in their embrace. Your hand tangling itself in their hair, as you deepen the kiss completely forgetting that Aiden was still there as Jordan claimed your mouth and soul.

Jordan rips their lips from yours in a loud smack. Her lips kiss swollen and her eyes burning with a dark need. She turns to Aiden, who still sitting on the floor.

“Fuck off." Jordan said with a glare, her eyes narrowing and jaw clenching in frustration. Aiden laughed, the sound echoing around the room, and stood up with his hands raised in a gesture of mock surrender as he walked towards the door.

"Well this was fun," Aidan jokes, "I'll call you later, darling." he said giving you a wink before leaving closing the door quietly behind him.

"Darling?" Jordan hissed, their fingers digging deeper into your ass.

You roll your eyes, "Jealous?" you tease with a smile.

Jordan's response was to throw you onto the bed, your body bouncing on the mattress. In an instant, Jordan was straddling you, pinning you to the bed. Their dark brown hair falling into her face, the way the light was hitting their eyes made them seem lighter than usual.

"Do I need to fucking remind you that your mine," Jordan says in a growl, their lips capturing yours in a brutal kiss. She sucks on your bottom lip, pulling it into their mouth before letting it go. Your fingers tangling themselves in their hair again, pushing their lips closer. Your hips grinding into theirs, your right leg hooking around their waist to bring them closer.

“Yes,” you murmur into their mouth. You weren't sure if their question was hypothetical, but you loved pushing their buttons.

"Fuckin’ brat," Jordan groans into your mouth, their hands grabbing onto the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. You lifted your arms, as they pull it off. You reach for the hem of their shirt, but they swat your hand away.

"No," Jordan says with a smirk. You pouted, as their mouth attached itself to your neck. Biting, sucking, and licking the skin there. You groan, grinding your hips against their, their left hand moving from your hip to the bed beside your head, as they ground their hips against yours.

"Fuck," you hiss, as Jordan nips at your pulse point.

"Mine." Jordan growls, their right hand moving to squeeze your breast. Their fingers tweaking your nipple, you buck into their hand.

"Yet...you..ignored me all week," You say through gasps as their mouth sucks and licks at your right nipple, their hand still fondling the left. Your back arching off the bed.

Jordan chuckles, "So that why you're being a brat?" they say, as their mouth moves down your body. Nipping, and licking at the your skin on the way.

"Mm," you hum, as they plant wet kisses on your hips. Their hands pulling your panties slowly down your legs as their mouth continues to place kisses and bites on your legs and thighs. They drop on their knees by the bed, pulling your body towards them as they hook you leg over their shoulder. You raise yourself on your elbows wanting to look at them. Your eyes connect as you stare at each other. Both you breathing heavily as you laid fully naked on your bed, your legs open wide while their remain fully clothes.

They cock their eyebrow at you, giving you a mischievous smirk before saying, "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna fuck the brat out of you." You didn't have time to process their words before their mouth was on your pussy, sucking your clit hard.

"Oh, fuck." you gasp, dropping onto the bed as they continue their assault on your clit. Sucking, and flicking their tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You grab onto the bed sheet, throwing your head back. You could feel them chuckle, their fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. They bite down on your clit, and you gasp. Your hand shooting towards their hair, your fingers tangling themselves in their curls as their tongue pushes past your folds and inside you.

"Oh, god....yes!" you whimper, grinding your pussy against their mouth. They moan, their fingers digging into your thighs as their tongue thrust in and out of your pussy. Your back arching off the bed, your hands tightening around their hair as their tongue curls inside you.

"Jordan," you whimper, "Please." Your hips bucking against their face, your grip on their hair tightening as they continue to fuck you with their tongue. Jordan chuckles, their tongue pushing further into your pussy. You whined, their fingers digging into your thighs and you know that you'll have bruises later.

"Please, fuck, Jordan." You moan loudly.

They suck on your clit, their eyes never leaving yours as they continue to fuck you with their tongue. "Fuck, I missed your taste." Jordan says, as their tongue plunged in and out of your cunt. Their voice muffled against your pussy. They breathing harshly against your skin. The sound of them, eating you out loud and obscene and it just turns you on even more.

"You are such a brat," Jordan says through licks, "And I fucking love it." They thrust two fingers inside of you harshly, as your mouth falls open from the intrusion. "Means, I get to punish you." They groan as your walls clenched around their fingers, your hips rolling with each thrust.

"My fucking brat." Jordan groans, their tongue moving along the folds of your cunt, as their fingers moved in and out of your slick entrance.

"Fuck, Jordan!" You cry out, as their fingers curl and twist inside of you. Their tongue lapping at your clit. You grind against their fingers, the pressure building up inside you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, desperate to fall over.

"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers." Jordan says, their mouth sucking on your clit. Their eyes boring into yours, "You look so fucking beautiful, baby. Your tight little pussy, riding my fingers like my dirty little slut."

"Fuck, I'm close." You whimper, your hips rocking faster. You could feel their eyes on you, as their tongue flick at your clit.

"Scream my name, darling," they say with a sarcastic tone, watching as you fucked yourself against their hand. Their mouth sucking on your clit, as their fingers curl and twist inside you hitting all the right places.

"Oh, fuck!" You cried, as the pleasure builds. "Jordan!" You scream, as their mouth closes around your clit and sucks hard. Your orgasm hits you suddenly, and you see white stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your thighs clenching, your body shaking as Jordan continues to lick and suck at your clit, drawing your orgasm out your body jerking from each flick of their tongue.

"Good girl." Jordan say, giving your clit a long lick, "You taste fucking delicious." They give you a shit eating grin, licking their lips. You gasping for air, your legs trembling the pleasure rolling through your body. Jordan slowly pulls their fingers out of your pussy, their tongue following suit. Licking their fingers clean before giving your thigh a soft kiss over the bruises their fingers left behind. They stand up, their eyes meeting yours as they lick their lips slowly. You watch as they pull their shirt off, tossing it to the side, their shorts and boxers following after as they climb up your body. Their naked form crushing yours, their mouth attaching itself to your throat, biting and licking at the sensitive skin, marking you. You release a soft whimper as they bite down hard, sucking the tender skin, before pulling away to stare down at you.

You lift your hand, brushing a piece of her hair behind their ear as they start down on you.

"Darling?" You say with a teasing grin. They can be so petty sometimes.

Jordan scuffs, ignoring your comment leaning down to kiss you instead. Their mouth covering yours, their tongue pushing past your lips. You moan into the kiss, your hand tightening in their hair, while the other wraps around their shoulders pulling them closer. Your hips grinding against theirs.

Jordan chuckles, the noise getting swallowed up by your mouth, as they rock their hips against yours. Their lips trail down your jaw, as they continue to move their hips. Shifting, instantly to their male form. Their rock hard cock, grinding against your dripping wet cunt.

"Jordan," you moan, as their hips rut against yours. You can feel the tip of their cock rubbing against your swollen clit, the sensation driving your overstimulated body insane.

"You want my cock baby," Jordan says, his teeth biting down on your shoulder. "Want me to stretch your pretty little pussy?" Jordan asks, their fingers brushing the hair off your forehead, as his hips thrust against yours, the crown of their dick pushing past your folds, teasing your entrance.

"Fuck," you groan, their hands cupping your breasts. His thumb circling your nipples as their mouth continues to bite and suck at the skin of your neck. You were getting stimulation from all sides, their fingers, their mouth, their dick.

"This what you want, baby." Jordan teases, as their cock pushes past your folds, their crown stretching your entrance before entering you inch by inch. They thrust their hips forward, sheathing their cock completely inside you in a sudden deep thrust.

"Mm fuck," you whimper, as their thick cock stretches and fills your begging cunt. Their hips, rolling slowly as he bottoms out. They still for a moment, allowing you time to adjust, your head tilting up at the full sensation. Your lips parts, eyes close as Jordan rolls their hip, their mouth latching onto the base of your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin.

"God, your so fucking hot," Jordan says, as their hands grab at your thighs, wrapping your legs around their waist. You wrap your arms around their neck, as they begin to rock their hips. They push their cock deep into your pussy, rolling their hips before drag their cock out and thrusting it back in. Their movements slow and steady, oh so very deep.

"Oh god," you moan, as their cock hits every nerve inside of you, their lips still attached to the base of your throat. They bite down on the spot, hard, a deep thrust of their hips as their teeth sink into your skin.

"Fuck, Jordan," you moan, your hand tangling itself in their short brown hair. "Please, Jordan, I need...I need." Your words gargled with each thrust of their hips.

Jordan chuckles, the low rumbled sending shivers down your spine. "What do you need, baby?" they ask, their voice raspy and deep. Their hands tighten on your hips, the thrusting of their cock, slow and deep.

"More," you moan, your eyes close as Jordan buries their dick deep inside your pussy rolling their hips making you feel every inch of him.

"Yeah, baby. You want me to fuck you?" Jordan says, as their hips pull back and snap roughly, back into you. "Want me to fucking own you?" They growl into your ear, as their thrusting become deeper and rougher.

"Yes...fuck, yes" You gasp, as they begin to fuck you harder and faster, their hips slapping against yours, the sound loud and lewd. Their hand coming up to wrap around your throat. Their thumb resting on your quickening pulse, squeezing lightly.

"Eyes on me, baby." Jordan orders, their hips slamming against yours. You force your eyes open, your gaze locking onto Jordan's, their pupils dilated. Their hips still, before thrusting themselves deep into your aching pussy. You gasp, your eyes rolling back, but they tighten their grip around your neck.

"Eyes." They growl, and you whimper. Your hand grabbing onto the one wrapped around your neck, your eyes locking back onto theirs.

"Eyes on me when I fuck you!" They growl, their hips snapping roughly. You whimper, nodding desperately.

"Fuck," Jordan groans as your pussy clenches tightly.

"So fucking perfect." They say, sucking your bottom lip into their mouth as their cock pounds into your pulsing pussy. Your hand tightens in their hair, pulling their lips against yours, your tongue plunging into their mouth.

"Mine," they growl, and you moan into their mouth. "All fucking mine." They snarl, their lips pressing against yours in a rough kiss. Their teeth biting down on your bottom lip.

"Yes…Jordan." You whimper, their thrust becoming more frantic. "Yours, only yours." Jordan groans as you clench around them, their thrust slowing down but deepening with every thrust.

"Fuck…" You cry out, the pressure inside of you building, "Fuck, yes. Yours, baby." You whimper, and they groan. Their hand tightening on your throat, their hips snapping into yours.

"Your going to come for me baby?" Jordan says, as their hips roll against yours, your swollen clit rubbing against their pubic bone. "Come for me, baby. I'm so close." They groan, and you whimper.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful." Jordan says, their hips moving faster, their thrust becoming harder and deeper. Their hand still around your throat as their lips capture yours in a rough kiss. You arch your back, moaning into their mouth as their hips pound against yours.

You cry into their mouth, as your orgasm crashes into you. Your legs shaking, their hips continue to snap against yours, their cock hitting all the right places, driving you wild.

"Fucking beautiful." Jordan moans, their hips slapping against yours as you clench and quiver around their cock. “Fucking, mine!” They say, your body shaking, their hips never stopping, they continue to slam their hips against yours chasing their own release.

"Fuck baby," Jordan groans, their cock twitching inside of you. You whimper, clenching tightly around their cock, milking them. Jordan lets out a loud grunt, as their hips snap one last time before spilling inside of you, their hot cum shooting deep inside you as their mouth desperately presses against yours, your tongues twisting together in a sloppy kiss.

Their hips stuttering, as they fill you. You whimper, your body still trembling, as their hips slow. You could feel their cock twitching, as they continued to spill inside you. Your messy kiss slowly coming to a halt, as their lips leave yours, their forehead leaning against yours.

"Wow," you whisper, and Jordan chuckles softly.

"Yeah," They agree, their hands gently caressing your skin, their fingers tracing over the bite marks and bruises they left behind.

"Sorry," they murmur, placing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.

"Its okay," you say, placing a soft kiss to their lips, "You're hot when your jealous."

Jordan scuffs, but gives you a small smile. They place a soft kiss to the base of your throat, their body dropping more against yours as they nuzzle into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around their shoulders, holding them close, your hands gently stroking their back.

"I missed you." Jordan whispers, their lips ghosting across your neck.

"And whose fault is that, dumbass." you say with a sarcastic scoff, "You're the one who's been ignoring me all week."

"I know." Jordan sighs, their body weight shifting as they raise their head to meet your eyes. "Just, things got super busy this week and I couldn't focus, you're too much of a distraction sometimes." They say sincerely, their fingers brushing across your cheek. You roll your eyes dramatically, but say nothing as you sometimes feel the same way about them, needing a break to focus on school and other shit but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss them either.

Jordan gives you a shy smile, before placing a firm kiss on your swollen lips. Their head dropping back into the crook of your neck. You sigh happily as your finger go back to gently stroke their back, lightly scratching their back with your nails, drawing soft sighs from their lips.

"We should probably shower," Jordan says softly, after a moment.

"Mmm, in a bit." you murmur your fingers continuing to trail patterns on their naked back. Jordan chuckles, shifting to their smaller form as they nuzzle their face deeper into your neck, their hand gripping your hip, holding you impossibly close to their body.

They sigh, taking off their shoes by the door silently walking towards the couch before collapsing on top of you. Their face nuzzling into your neck, their arms wrapping around you as one of your hands runs through their hair, massaging their scalp and the other holding them tightly. They hum softly, releasing a heavy sigh as their body melts under your touch.

"Tired?" You ask, and they nod their head slightly. You press a soft kiss against their forehead, making them sigh again as your hold tightens around them.

"It's been a long fucking day." They mumble, as you massage their shoulders with one hand. Both of you sitting in comfortable silence. One hand continuing to work through their tight muscles, your other running through their hair, scratching softly at their scalp. Listening to the soft noise of the tv, and their calm breaths. You press a few more kisses against their forehead, their arms squeezing you tightly, pushing you both flushed onto the couch.

"That feels nice," They mumble, their nose pressing against your neck, tickling the sensitive skin. You laugh tenderly, your hands pausing to hug them back tightly, rubbing their back up and down. You press a soft kiss on the crown of their head.

They hum, their lips pressing against your neck delicately. Before lifting themselves up slightly, pressing their lips against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. Their body slowly pressing down more onto yours, as your hands roam across their back. Their hands gripping you here and there, as your mouths move against each other’s languidly. Your tongues slowly exploring each other's mouths, as if you hand all the time in the world. You loved these moments. Just laying in each other's embrace, enjoying the moment.

Jordan slowly moves their hands up your shirt, feeling your stomach and sides. Making your breath catch in your throat, as their fingers ghost over your body. Their lips kissing down your jaw, sucking softly before moving lower. Kissing along your neck and collarbone. Your fingers gripping their hair pulling their face back up to yours, pressing another deep kiss against their lips. Your hand running up their shirt, feeling their bareback. Your mouth leaving their's, to press kisses along their jawline and neck. Licking and sucking the sensitive skin, making them release soft noises of pleasure.

Their lips coming back to yours, their kiss rough and desperate before slowing down. Your hand caressing their cheek as their tongue slowly moves against yours. Their hands rubbing up and down your sides, as your mouths continue to lazily move against each other.

Jordan had woken up when you were fumbling with the key on the lock, their eyes barely open as they observe your drunken antics with a fond smile. They pretend to be asleep, enjoying the spectacle of your stumbling entry into the room, drunkenly swaying as you walk.

The room spins slightly as you collapse on the couch, kicking off your shoes and struggling to remove your pants, the alcohol rendering you both clumsy and giddy. From the bed, Jordan watches you with amusement, their smile growing wider with each of your drunken movements. With a mischievous giggle, you shuffle towards them, your steps unsteady. Jordan shuts their eyes tightly, pretending to be oblivious to your approach. In the darkness, you don't notice the subtle rise and fall of their chest as they suppress a chuckle.

Just as Jordan expects to feel the bed shift under your weight, everything goes silent. Too silent. They're about to peek, open their eyes, when suddenly, you throw yourself onto the bed, landing on top of them. Your limbs tangle with theirs in a drunken embrace. A loud giggle bursts from your lips as you clutch onto them.

“Jesus, fuck!" Jordan exclaims, caught off guard by your sudden assault. But their hands instinctively hold onto you as you start sliding off the bed in your drunken state. Pulling you closer, their hand bringing your thigh to rest on top of their hip, you nuzzle your face onto their chest breathing them in.

"Sorry, baby," you slur, your words muffled against their chest as you snuggle closer, sighing happily as their hand travels up your back to stroke your hair. You lift your head to meet their eyes, your vision hazy. They shift a hand to cup your cheek, a soft smile forming on their lips as they look down at you.

You and Jordan had a thing.

You didn’t know what else to call it. All you did was argue and fuck. It was an endless cycle, but oh so fucking hot. You love to provoke them, knowing exactly what buttons to push to get them to pin you up against the wall, no matter what form they were in.

Your body responding instantly when they wrap their hand around your neck, their other hand tightly gripping your hip holding you firmly against the wall. Pulling you up slightly on your tiptoes to meet their lips. Your lips would be bruised from kissing and biting, their tongue licking your lip before sinking their teeth into your bottom lip.

The grip they had around your throat tightening slightly as you moan into their mouth. Loving the way they would plant wet hot kisses down your neck, leaving dark hickeys along the way, not caring who would see them. Their hands would travel up your thighs, their fingers dipping inside your wet folds. Your breath would catch and your body would quiver every time. They would always chuckle softly when they realise you had provoked them for this exact reason. They love to play this game as much as you did. They love to see how fast they could make you squirm, get you all worked up until you were begging for more.

You wanted them. You always did. You want them, and you didn't care where. The dorm room floor, their desk, inside one of the many empty classroom. You just needed to feel them, their cock, their fingers, their mouth, willing to take any part of them. They would never give in right away though. Toying with you, loving how your lips pouted when you begged them to give you more.

They would tease you with their fingers, mouth hot on your neck. Whispering all the dirty little things they could do to you, knowing you would let them. Their fingers would be relentless, working you up, just enough to drive you crazy. Always making you cry out in frustration when they pull back. They always pulled back. Always. Walking away, not sparing you another look. Knowing you would come crawling back to them later.

You always did.

Except, this time you didn't.

It was late. And you hadn’t come to find them. They were angry, frustrated and oh so unbelievably hard. They knew what you were doing. Playing this dirty little game, just as well as they were, so why the fuck didn't you come?

They couldn’t sleep. They had been up for hours thinking about you. Imagining the sweet taste of your soft lips and the low whimpers you made when they nibbled on your neck. The way your back would arch against their hips and how your thighs would tremble when they made you cum.

The images were intoxicating. It drove them insane. They rolled over in bed grabbing their phone off the desk. Scrolling through their contacts until they found yours. Fuck it.

They sent you a text.

You up?

Yup, real fucking classy, Jordan! They say to themselves, sighing resting their phone on their chest. Closing their eyes waiting, trying to get the images of your soft lips around their cock or pussy out of their mind. What the fuck am I doing? they think to themselves. Opening their eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. Their phone suddenly lighting up, vibrating.

What the fuck, you’re calling them? They think to themselves slightly confused, it was 3am. But nonetheless, they pick up, after letting it ring for a few seconds. Saying nothing when they do.

"Maybe, what do you want?" you say after a few silent seconds. Your voice low but teasing. They could hear the playful smirk on your lips. Your turn now to torture them.

"You know what I want." They growled, too hot and bothered to be playing this game now.

"Sorry, baby." You said, so deliciously sweet. "But you brought this upon yourself. Figure it out."

The line went dead. You hung up on them. They could imagine the shit-eating grin you had on your face, and fuck if that didn't turn them on more. They groaned, dropping their phone on the desk, palming their erection through their boxers.

"Fuck this!" they say out loud, quickly getting up walking towards their door. Pausing, when their hand touched the handle. They shake their head, turning back. Shifting into their smaller form, walking into the bathroom instead. Jordan Li does not lose.

It had been a two whole week since either of you even stood in the same room. You thought about them every night, your fingers hovering over their contact on your phone way too many times but you were adamant about staying strong. This was the game, you weren't going to lose. You didn't want to be the first to crack, not this time.

But fuck, you wanted them, so fucking bad. The thought of their fingers inside you, making you squirm and writhe, their mouth sucking and licking. You craved their touch. You missed how their lips and hands explored every inch of your body, knowing exactly how to give you the release you so desperately needed.

It was Friday night and the party was raging, but doing nothing to calm the fire within you. You wanted to forget, the alcohol was helping, but only a little. You were beyond drunk, dancing with a group of girls you barely knew. Your body moving with the music, sweat glistening on your skin.

They were there too, standing across the room. You didn’t notice when they came in at first but you felt their their eyes trained on you, their jaw clenched, eyes dark. Watching how you danced, how your hips moved, and how your body swayed to the music. The hem of your dress dangerously high on your thighs. You knew they were watching, your own eyes meeting their’s a few times, giving them a teasing smile, and playful wink. The glare on their face only deepening each time your eyes met.

You knew they couldn't stand it any more than you could. It was taking every bit of self-control to stay where you were. You turned around, ignoring their stare before you threw it all away. Resisting the urge to crawl back to them at the first sight of them in weeks. You were still conscious enough to know you didn’t want to lose. Choosing to continue this game a little longer, even though the desire and lust for them was consuming you.

After a few songs, one of the girls from the group pulled out a small baggie filled with bright blue pills with a small star in the middle. All the other girls from the group squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. You hesitated; you were already so fucking drunk and high. You had taken something from one of the other girls earlier, wanting to get out of your own head. You had never been this gone before, especially when you were out alone with a bunch of people you barely knew.

The girl with the baggie slowly walked up to you, making a show of it. Holding the small pill up to your lips, with an playful flirty smile. You giggle, smiling back, rolling your eyes playfully. Fuck it! You think to yourself. Slowly opening your mouth, extending your tongue winking playfully at the girl standing inches from you. She giggles as she places the pill on your tongue winking back at you before turning back to the rest of the group to continue to party.

"What the fuck are you doing!" You heard a familiar voice growl in your ear. Your body stiffened, eyes going wide. Not having noticed when Jordan had moved. Their hands quickly turning you around to face them, their right hand roughly gripping your jaw. Their thumb and index finger pressing into your cheeks forcing you to look up at them.

“Open.” They command, eyes trained on your lips, waiting for you to obey. Ignoring the stares and questions from the girls behind you.

You huff, rolling your eyes pressing your lips tighter shut. Ignoring them. Their eyes instantly going up to meet yours when you refuse to obey. Their eyebrows pinching together in further frustration.

“Open.” They repeat louder, pinching your cheeks harder causing your lips to pout. Small whimper leaving your lips.

“Don’t make me say it again, princess.” They growl, emphasizing the last word. Their eyes staring directly into yours. Their eyes dark with lust and something else, almost possessive. You can tell they were no longer in the mood to be playing games.

Yet you continue to stare at them with wide, puppy-like eyes, your lips perfectly pouted. Your eyes glistening from the intense grip they had on your jaw. Despite trying to stand your ground, you still hadn't swallowed the pill. Battling internalling between your own stubbornness and the need to not provoke them further. Finally, with a reluctant sigh, you slowly open your mouth, extending your tongue out. The bright blue pill resting at the tip, staining your tongue blue.

They quickly lift their other hand up, taking the pill from your tongue between two fingers. “I told you not to take shit I didn’t give you myself.” They seethed, crushing the pill in between their fingers, wiping the residue on their pants.

“What else did you take?” They ask, eyes flicking from left to right, looking at your blown pupils, hand still firmly gripping your chin, roughly turning your face side to side.

“It hurts,” you whine, bottom lip trembling. Their fingers were gripping your face way too tight, causing the muscles to start twitching.

“Yeah, well I am not very happy with you right now. So I don’t really care.” They say, not loosening their grip on your jaw. They still looked angry, their jaw set, and eyes glaring. They look away from you, quickly scanning the crowd. The girls you had been with were long gone. Jordan hadn’t recognize any of them.

"Tell me you didn’t come here alone?" They ask, looking back down at you. Voice terribly calm but their eyes showing their frustration. You try to shake your head, but their grip on your jaw tightens, making you squeak out a quiet maybe. They curse under their breath. Shaking their head, letting out a small, humorless chuckle. "Unfuckingbelievable." They say, releasing your jaw. Their right hand reaching down to grab your wrist.

They turn around, pulling you along the crowd. You stumble, legs giving out from underneath you, the alcohol and drugs affecting you more then you had thought. They groan in frustration, letting go of your wrist, quickly bending down gripping your waist and throwing you over their shoulder.

“Jordan, what fuck!” You say, trying to push yourself off them. They ignore you, walking away from the crowd, towards the nearest exit.

"I can't leave you alone for one fucking minute, can I?" They grumble, shaking their head. As you squirm trying to break free from their ironclad grip.

“Stop moving.” They ordered, slapping your thigh before pulling your dress down lower over your ass and thighs as they made their way through Dusty’s house and out the front door. Your body resting limply on their shoulder, no other choice but to let them carry you. Your head too muddy to keep fighting. They walked through the house ignoring the occasional stares from random partygoers.

Once outside, they not so gracefully placed you on the grass, kneeling down in front of you as you sat yourself up. Taking a deep breath of the cold night air. They gently started to stroke their knuckles across your cheek. Your eyes tightly shut, your head spinning from being upside down, and the sudden hit of fresh air.

"Look at me." They say firmly, but the angry tone no longer present in their voice. Your eyes slowly fluttering open, meeting theirs. Eyes unfocused and hazy. Their hand goes back to your jaw, this time, much softer, stroking the skin they had grabbed so harshly before.

"What else did you take?" They ask again, continuing to stroke your cheek with their thumb.

"I…I don't remember," you mumble, your head falling onto their shoulder, nuzzling into their neck. Your thoughts hazy, not sure if it was the drugs, or alcohol, or Jordan.

"You smell nice," you say breathing them in, pressing your nose against their neck. Resting more of your weight onto them, but they don't seem to mind. Their left arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you steady, while their right hand ran through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp. Both of you sitting in silence for a few moments. The only noise the muffled music from the party, and the soft breeze ruffling the leaves.

You hear them release a heavy breath, obviously trying to calm themselves. "I can't fucking believe you," they suddenly say, pulling your head back by your hair to meet their eyes. A slight whimper leaving your lips. "I was going to leave, you know? I was going to let you have your fun, let you think you won. But you can't help being such a fucking brat, can you princess?" The ask, tone harsher than they intended.

They paused, searching your eyes. The small pout on your lips and the glazed over look in your eyes making it hard for them to maintain their anger. Their grip on your hair loosens and their hand coming up to press their thumb against your bottom lip, causing it to pucker slightly. While their other hand travels up your back to hold you by the back of your neck. They pull your bottom lip down slightly, your tongue darting out, tasting their finger.

"Fuck, don’t tempt me right now." They mumble, watching how your lips wrapped around their thumb. Sucking on it softly, your eyes looking up at them, innocent yet hungry. They smirk at your antics, shaking their head. Even as drunk and high as you were right now you were still playing the game.

"I'm going to have so much fun punishing you, baby." They whisper, pulling their thumb out of your mouth. Leaning down to kiss your lips firmly. "But not tonight." They say, lifting you up once again. You instinctively wrapped your arms around their neck, and legs around their waist, whining in protest.

"Let's get you back to your dorm room, princess." They say, caressing the back of your neck. You hum in agreement, closing your eyes, relaxing into them once more. The dorms are only a short walk from Dusty’s run down house.

"Jordan?" you whisper, after a few minutes of walking in silence. Your head tucked against their neck.

"Mhm," they hummed in reply, their hand rubbing comforting circles into the small of your back, making sure your dress doesn't roll up as they held you.

"Thank you." You mumble into their neck. Your arms tightening their hold around their neck, nuzzling more into them.

"Don't mention it. But try not to be so fucking stupid next time." They say, with a slight reprimand in their tone. You can’t stop the laugh that escapes your lips at their remark. Unfortunately, this was not the first time they had to rescue you.

You and Jordan entered your dorm room, the echo of your shared laughter contrasting the previous silence in the dimly lit room. Jordan held the door open as you walked in, heading straight to your closet in the far corner of the room.

Jordan had surprised you with reservations to your favorite restaurant—a place you both frequented, filled with shared memories. You knew this sweet gesture was their silent apology for the busy week they had. However, as you were about to leave, a light drizzle began to patter against their office window, creating a rhythmic symphony on the glass.

Jordan, always the protective one, had been adamant that you wear a jacket. They had seen you shiver in the cold one too many times, and insisted on you being prepared for an unexpected turn in the weather. So, with an exasperated sigh and a playful roll of your eyes, you had agreed to fetch a warmer layer from your closet before stepping out into the drizzling night.

"It's barely raining, Jordan. I could’ve of gone without a jacket!" you yelled from inside of your small closet, searching through the hangers for your favorite coat.

"Yeah, yeah, just get your coat. I'm not about to let you catch a cold again," they respond, lifting a pillow to sit on your bed by the headboard.

"What's this?" you heard Jordan ask. At the sound of their voice, you step out of the closet, turning towards them. Your eyes widen as you see them holding the small lilac knitted blanket that you kept neatly folded under your pillow. Horrified, you rushed towards them, trying to pull the small blanket from their hands, but they were too quick. They jumped off the bed, quickly standing up, holding the blanket out of your reach, a wide grin on their face.

"Babe, do you sleep with a blankie?" they ask teasingly, their grin widening as they see your cheeks redden.

"No," you respond sharply. They raise an eyebrow challengingly, glancing from your face to the small blanket in their hands, a deadpan expression at your obvious lie.

With a dramatic roll of your eyes and heavy sigh, you say, "Ok, maybe. Now give it back," reaching for it again, but they easily avoid your grasp.

"No, no, princess. How did I not know you slept with a blankie!?" They ask, with a teasing smile, waving the said blanket away from your reach.

“Jordan, please!” You plead, stepping towards them again. But they step back, switching growing taller, raising the blanket above their head ensuring you can't reach it.

"Ok, that's not fair!" you exclaim, now standing directly in front of them, your eyes locked onto theirs in a defiant glare. Their vexing smile remained unwavered under your intense glare.

"Care to explain?" they retort, a gleam of amusement twinkling in their eyes. They are looking down at you with a playful, almost teasing smile. Their hand slowly waving the small blanket back and forth, the movement adding emphasis to their words. You can't help but groan internally, a sigh of frustration welling up inside you. You close your eyes for a brief moment, steeling yourself, knowing they won't let the topic go.

"Ugh…fine," you groan, tilting your face up to meet their gaze. "My grandmother made it for me before I was born. I…I've slept with it every day since." You say quickly, your voice trailing off as you look away, feeling embarrassed.

You had forgotten about the blanket, you usually stored it in the back of your dresser whenever Jordan came over. Initially, you were hesitant to bring it to college, but you couldn't bear to leave it behind. You rationalized with yourself that you would only keep it until you adjusted to the new place and schedule, knowing you wouldn't sleep without it. But it’s been two years now, and you still found comfort knowing it was under your pillow, a little piece from home.

You felt vulnerable and a little exposed. No one knew about the blankie, not even your parents who thought you lost it a long time ago. You were supposed to be an adult now, yet the soft, worn-out fabric under your pillow brought you comfort that nothing else had, well, until you met Jordan.

After an awkward silence, you slowly lifted your head to meet their warm gaze, you noticed a soft smile and a glimmer in their eyes, your eyebrow arching slightly in question.

"That's really sweet," they said, as they brought their hand up to gently brush your cheek with their thumb. You felt your cheeks grow warm, not sure if it was from embarrassment or their touch.

"It’s embarrassing," you mumbled, looking down at your feet.

"No, it's not. I think it's endearing. Cute, actually," they countered, lifting your chin to meet their eyes again. You searched their eyes for some form of judgment or mockery, but all you found was the familiar warmth and kindness they only had for you.

After a silent pause, an impish glint appeared in their eyes. Teasingly, they asked, "Do you also have a stuffed animal tucked away somewhere that you cuddle with when I'm not around?" They asked with a playful smirk, a gentle ribbing that made the room feel a little less tense.

Your face quickly turned into a soft glare. "Asshole," you retorted, suppressing a chuckle, attempting to push them away. But they were quicker, pulling you towards them, their arms encircling your waist, the small blanket resting on your back.

"I'm kidding, I’m kidding," they said, their laughter echoing in the air around you. Their eyes were sparkling with mischief and amusement yet full of adoration. They leaned down, their lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"You're still an asshole," you mumbled against their lips, as they broke away from the kiss. They laughed out loud before placing a quick peck on the lips. They held you by the waist as their hands softly rubbed the small of your back, their nose lightly brushing against yours in a tender moment before they stepped away.

"Alright, come on, let's go. I'm hungry," they declared. "And don't forget your coat!" they added, their voice light and playful. They gently took the small blanket, their fingers softly smoothing out any creases as they folded it neatly before placing back under your pillow. You watched them, a soft smile playing on your lips as you put on your coat.

Once you were both ready, they interlocked their fingers with yours in a familiar, comforting grip. They lifted your intertwined hands, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand - a silent promise of affection that sent a shiver down your spine. You had your safety blanket, you had your coat, and most importantly, you had Jordan.

When you first started dating, you noticed a certain hesitation in their behavior. It seemed as if they were always holding back, afraid of causing you harm. They were exceedingly gentle with you, treating you with a delicacy as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at the slightest mishandling. Their actions and touch were calculated and cautious, reflecting their love for you. Yet, it pained you to see how much thought and effort they put into the smallest things in order to keep you safe.

Every action they took seems to be for your protection. They open doors for you, not merely out of courtesy, but out of a deep-seated need to shield you from the world. They open jars for you, seeing an unnecessary risk in a simple task. They prevent you from doing anything they deem dangerous, their definition of 'danger' being far broader than yours. You weren’t the only human on campus but the few incidence with supe and human have left a sour taste for Jordan. Their overprotectiveness only growing.

If someone hugged you a bit too tightly, they immediately step in, serving as your personal protector, reprimanding the 'offender' for their thoughtlessness. If someone sneezes, they ensure the person stays a safe distance away, as if a mere sneeze could shatter you.

While you love them, their constant vigilance can feel like a cage. Their kindness, while well-intended, begins to blanket you, smothering your independence and creating a sense of claustrophobia. But you see the love in their eyes, a love that is as deep as the ocean, as vast as the sky. It's a love that is genuine and caring, a love that sees you as the most precious thing in the world. Every time they look at you, their eyes hold a promise to protect you, to cherish you.

So, you tolerate their overprotectiveness. You understand where it's coming from. You see the fear ingrained in their actions, the fear of losing you. And maybe, just maybe, you can help them see that you're stronger than they think.

It was just like any other day. You were sitting by the Polarity’s statue waiting for Jordan to finish their office hours scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Suddenly, you saw Andre zoom past you on a flashy new electric scooter at a speed that was definitely unsafe.

"Dude, is that new?" You couldn't help but call out, your smile wide and your curiosity piqued as the scooter gleaming under the sun. Hearing your shout, he quickly turned back around, heading towards where you were now standing. The scooter stopping with a dramatic screech that stirred up dust around your feet.

"Yeah, you like it? It's a new toy from dad," Andre replied, his voice full of pride. He dismounted with a youthful spring in his step, leaving the scooter to stand on its own. It hummed softly, like a futuristic machine out of a sci-fi movie, this wasn’t a standard electric scooter. You found yourself drawn to it, your eyes scanning over its sleek design, the fancy built-in gadgets, and the vibrant neon color that seemed to pulsate with life.

Wandering closer, you circled the scooter, your fingertips hovering just above the surface as if afraid to touch. You were intrigued, the childlike wonder in your eyes evident.

Seeing your interest, Andre offered, "Wanna give it a try?" His tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of excitement. You looked up at him, a hint of apprehension flickering in your eyes as you glanced from side to side. It was as if you were considering the potential risks and the thrill of the unknown simultaneously.

Andre noticed your hesitation and, with a teasing grin, he nudged you gently. "Oh come on! Live a little. It’s easy, I'll show you how." His words were a challenge, an invitation to step out of your bubble and embrace the adventure.

After reviewing the basics, Andre tilted the scooter towards you, encouraging you to ride. With a big smile, you stepped onto the scooter and took off. Feeling free, you zoomed past dozens of people, the wind blowing on your face, the thrill coursing through your veins. You laughed, feeling giddy like a child with a new toy. The feeling was exhilarating, it felt like what you imagine flying would be like.

You were so engross in the feeling that you didn't notice the curb and both you and the scooter went flying over the hedges. After tumbling and having the wind knocked out of your lungs, the world spun. Your ears were ringing, and you tasted the metallic tang of blood from your split lip. Despite your body aching, you didn't care, you had never felt so free before.

"Oh shit, are you okay?!" A panicked voice rang out. Looking up, you saw Andre. His eyes were wide, his expression frozen in shock as he stared down at you with concern. Yet all you could do was laugh, lying flat on your back on the grass. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you, his expression softening at the sound of your mirth. The two of you were laughing like idiots, as if you hadn’t just been thrown across the campus.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted your laughter. "What the fuck happen?" Jordan demanded, concern etching their voice as they ran towards you. Their eyes darted over your form, quickly assessing the situation and the extent of your injuries.

"Oh, hey baby!" you greeted them cheerfully, managing to sit up on the grass. Your voice held a tone of delight despite the circumstances. "Andre was just teaching me how to use his new scooter, but the asshole forgot to show me how to brake," you explained, playfully squinting your eyes at Andre in mock anger.

Andre, seemingly unfazed by your comment, flashed you a wide grin. “In my defense I thought that was pretty intuitive!” he declared, shaking his head in a gentle, almost playful manner.

"Apparently not, jerk!" you fired back quickly, laughing at your own clumsiness. You struggled to stand upright, wincing slightly as you felt the fresh bruises forming on your skin. Jordan, immediately reached out to lend a hand. Their touch was gentle, and you appreciated their concern, even though you knew it was fueled by their instinct to protect you, anger and worriedness evident in their eyes.

With Jordan's help, you managed to get on your feet. You took a moment to dust yourself off, brushing away the grass and dirt that clung to your outfit. It was a futile attempt, considering how much you had tumbled, but it made you feel somewhat better. You licked your bottom lip, wiping away the blood from the split, wincing a slight from the pain.

Jordan stood by your side, examining the extent of your injuries until your eyes met with Andre's. There was a brief silence. A small smile tugged at your lips until you both burst into laughter, the sound echoing around you.

“You think this is fucking funny!” Jordan yells shifting, stepping towards Andre clearly pissed off that he was the reason you had gotten hurt. Their voice was harsh, the anger radiating from their body. Andre froze, and took an instinctive step back holding their hands up in front of him, attempting to keep things calm.

“Chill man, it was all in good fun. No harm, no foul.” he replied, taking another step to pick up his scooter off the ground, ignoring Jordan’s angry glare.

“No harm?! She’s fucking bleeding asshole!” Jordan yelled taking another step closer to him. They were beyond mad, you could feel the anger emanating from their body. Seeing the situation escalating, you gently grasped Jordan's arm and tugged, attempting to draw their attention away from Andre.

"Hey, babe," you murmured softly, your tone light and gentle. "I'm okay, I promise. It's just some little scratches and bruises, nothing major." you finished, taking a quick glance down at your injuries.

Jordan didn't respond. Instead, their eyes narrowed, the muscles in their jaw tensing as their teeth ground together. Their expression was cold, dark and their posture rigid, the tension palpable in the air. And Andre did not back down, his own stare turning into a glare.

You tightened your grip on Jordan’s arm, tugging them towards you. You really didn’t want this to escalate into something else. You stepped in front of Jordan, grabbing their chin to turn their gaze down towards you. "I'm okay Jordan," you repeated, emphasizing each word.

Finally, their expression softened as their eyes met yours. There was a mixture of emotions in their eyes. Fear, worry, anger, concern. However, their anger swiftly dissipated when they saw your split lip, their concern for you taking over.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," they finally said, their voice quiet as their hand came down to the small of your back. They began leading you away, but not before shooting Andre a final glare. You gave him an apologetic smile before turning around and allowing Jordan to guide you. They led you back to their dorm, their arm still wrapped around you as they guided you. The entire walk was filled with silence, Jordan's body still tense and rigid, the tension still thick in the air.

Now you sat on the bathroom counter as Jordan cleaned your face with a warm towel. They were avoiding your gaze, their expression hard, their brows furrowed and their lips set in a tight line. The air was heavy, the atmosphere suffocating. You hated the awkwardness, and the fact that they were so upset over something that seemed so minuscule to you.

You sighed and grabbed their wrist, stopping their motions, their eyes finally meeting yours. "Are we just not going to talk about it?" you asked, your tone laced with frustration. They let out a sigh and dropped their gaze, placing the warm towel back on your face, focusing on cleaning your wounds instead.

"Jordan," you pressed, placing your hand on their chest. They looked down at you, their expression conflicted, their gaze a mixture of emotions.

"You could've gotten seriously hurt," they whispered softly. You took a deep sigh, closing your eyes before looking at them. You had been dreading this conversation, but now was a good time of any. You desperately needed to get it off your chest, before you truly suffocated.

“Jordan,” you start softly again, making sure they are looking at you before you continue. “I love you more than words can express, but sometimes you treat me like I am made out of glass. Like any sudden movement might cause me break. You think I’m weak because I’m not like you. But baby, I am human. We get hurt, we bruise, we bleed, and we get back up. Please trust me. Trust that I can take care of myself. That I won't fall apart."

You watched their face fall as you spoke, a mix of hurt and fear clouding their expression. "I know you can take care of myself," they whispered, their tone low, barely audible. "But what if one day you can't? What if one day I'm not around, and you end up hurt or worse?" they continued, their voice cracking, their eyes beginning to glisten. You sighed, and gently place your hand on their cheek, their eyes meeting yours.

"You can't keep me in a bubble, Jordan," you say gently. After a pause, you continue, "I don't need you to protect me from getting hurt. I need you to be there to help me get back up. To support me when I take risks, even if I might fail. I'm not a fragile doll that's going to shatter with a simple breeze. I'm not a damsel who needs constant saving. What I need is for you to believe in me, to trust me to know my own limitations.”

They were silent, their expression conflicted, their emotions heighten. After a long pause, they finally responded, their voice cracking. "I'm scared," they whispered, the admission almost inaudible. They leaned into your touch, their eyes closing, their expression vulnerable.

"I'm scared that I'll lose you. I'm scared that one day I'll wake up and you'll be gone, and it'll be all my fault because I wasn’t there to protect you," they continued, their voice trembling. "I can't lose you."

You felt a pang of guilt for not considering how difficult this must be for them too. This was all new, and their protective instincts were only amplified by the newness. You drew them close, your arms encircling their neck, holding them against you. "You're not going to lose me, Jordan. I'm right here baby, just a little bruised," you tried joked, with a small smile, while tracing gentle pattens behind their neck.

You heard their breathing slow down, and their body relaxed. Their arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly, and they rested their head on your shoulder. You both stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry," they mumbled into your shoulder, their voice barely audible. You shook your head slowly and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of their head, squeezing their shoulders gently.

"I know, baby" you said softly, rubbing their back in soothing circles, "And I love how you take care of me, but I just need you to ease up a little."

Their grip on your waist tightened, their arms wrapping tighter around you. "Okay," they replied, their voice a soft whisper. As they pull back, their gaze was tender, their eyes soft. You couldn't help but smile and press a soft kiss to their lips, the gesture a reassurance that everything was okay. They look at you for a moment before speaking, their voice soft and laced with sincerity. "I promise I'll try my best to be less overprotective." They said their thumb softly brushing over your bruise lip.

"Good, because I really want to use that scooter again," you said with a playful grin. They let out a light chuckle the stress melting away from their body, slowly rolling their eyes at your comment. A gentle smile spreading across their lips as they leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"We'll see about that," they replied. You couldn't help but laugh, at least they were trying. You knew it would take time, their overprotectiveness would not disappear overnight, but at least they were willing to try. And despite their overprotectiveness, they always made you feel safe, secure and most of all, loved. For in love, as in life, sometimes it's the cracks on your skin that allow the light to shine through.

“Well I would if the TA wasn’t so fucking hot,” you say leaning in to kiss them. They roll their eyes, pushing you away playfully. “Yeah, try all you want, flattery will get you nothing from me,” they say slapping your thigh with the paper, "now concentrate."

“Boo, you’re no fun!” you pout, taking the paper back from Jordan to look it over. They laugh, bumping their shoulder against yours. “Wait, you didn’t write these did you?” You ask, holding up the paper towards them, with a raised eyebrow.

They playfully snatch the paper from your hand, chuckling, "No, Brink writes the tests. I just grade them." They rest the paper on their thigh as they glance around the piles of papers on the floor, leaning over you to grab the book next to you. "Alright, let's see. It's actually not that difficult, if..." they start to explain, flipping through the pages of the book.

They continue with their explanation, but your brain was too fried to listen, all you could do was stare at them. Their big beautiful, brown eyes scanning over the page, their eyebrows scrunch together focusing on every word. Their lips moving softly as they read the words out loud, their dimple ghosting their cheek. Strands from their short bob sliding out from behind their ear as they picked up another paper, before turning it towards you.

“You’re not even fucking listening,” they say with a huff, poking your ribs, pulling you out of your daze. You laugh shaking your head slowly, leaning over them to push the loose strands of hair behind their ear.

"I told you. You're a distraction, baby," you say with a smile. Pushing against their shoulder, so they lay flat on their back, your knees on either side of their waist. Papers scrunching beneath the weight of both of you. You smile as you lean over them, placing soft kisses on their cheeks and along their jaw, as their hands grip your waist.

“You’re so fucking distracting,” you whisper against their soft skin, your mouth moving down their neck, nipping gently, leaving small kisses here and there.

They let out a breathily moan, the grip on your waist tightening. You ghost your lips over theirs whispering, “so…so pretty,” kissing their lips softly as you watch their cheeks blush pink. Paper crinkling beneath you, as the kiss deepens. Their hands roaming under your shirt, the touch of their fingertips causing goosebumps to form across your skin. Your own hands roaming under their loose grey shirt, their skin soft and warm under your touch. You pull away slightly catching your breath, tugging at the hem of their shirt urging them to take it off, before removing your own.

Your mouth instantly moves back onto theirs, tongues exploring each other, chest pressed tightly together. Jordan's hands roaming down your back to your ass, gripping it firmly. Your lips trailing down their neck, to their collar bone. Nipping gently at their skin, soothing it with your tongue. Their moans growing louder as you knead their breasts, placing soft kisses on each breast before taking a nipple into your mouth. Tongue swirling around it, as your fingers tease the other. Sucking harder and gently biting down, eliciting a loud moan from Jordan. Their hands in your hair, as you work your way down their body, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses, and gentle bites.

Before coming to a stop at the hem of their basketball shorts. You slowly tugging them down and off their legs, tossing them across the room. You lean forward to place a soft kiss on the front of their boxers, looking up at them, smiling, "so pretty," you say softly. They giggle, covering their eyes with their arm, the pink of their cheeks getting redder. You tug on the hem of their boxers, pulling them down and off their legs, adding them to the pile of clothes building on the floor.

You kiss their inner thighs, nipping gently at the skin. A soft moan leaves their mouth, arching their hips towards you. You smile against their skin, kissing closer and closer, until they whimper. You look up at them, watching their expression, their face flushed and eyes squeezed shut, as you tease their slit. Slowly running your tongue through their folds, their body trembling at the touch. You lick a long stripe through their folds, before pressing your tongue against their clit, rubbing gentle circles.

"Fuck," they moan, tugging at your hair. Your hands grasping their thighs, their soft skin smooth beneath your palms. You suck on their clit, eliciting a string of curse words, from their mouth. Their body begins to shake, their moans growing louder as the speed of your tongue increases. Their thighs tighten around your head, their breathing growing heavier as you work your tongue, their hips bucking, grinding against your mouth. You pull away, their juices dripping down your chin, "so, so pretty," you say. Their cheeks are flushed, their eyes half lidded, staring down at you, lips slightly parted.

You watch them as you slide two fingers inside them, a gasp escaping their mouth. Their hips rock against your hand, as your fingers move in and out, curling upwards, hitting the right spot. Their hands gripping the papers around them as they moan your name, their eyes closed, their lips slightly parted. The sounds of their moans fill the room, as they get closer and closer to the edge. You lean forward, pressing your tongue against their clit once again, licking firm circles.

"Oh fuck, I'm close," they moan, their hands gripping your hair. Their legs begin to shake, as you continue to thrust your fingers in and out of them, your tongue still rubbing against their clit.

"Fuck!" they cry, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body trembling as their muscles contract. You moan as you continue to work your fingers and tongue, letting them ride out their orgasm. You slowly slide your fingers out of them, giving them one last lick, a small whimper escapes their mouth, their breathing heavy.

You slowly move up their body placing soft kisses, as you go. Kissing their chest, their collarbone, their neck, and their lips. Their body still trembling slightly, as you hover over them. You run a finger along their cheek, smiling down at them, "so fucking hot," you whisper, their dimple forming on their cheek as they smile back.

You lean down, kissing their lips once again, their tongue pushing past your lips. You moan against their mouth, their fingers drawing lazy patterns on your exposed skin. They smirk as you break away, shifting in an instant, quickly lifting you up off the floor. "My turn," they say with a wide grin. You wrap your legs around their waist as they bury their face in the crook of your neck. Kissing and nipping along your neck, you giggle at the sensation and tighten your arms around their neck.

They gently place you on the bed, hovering over you. "I fucking love that sound," they groan, kissing you passionately, before returning to the side of your neck. You giggle again as they pepper kisses down your neck to your chest. You pull their hair, bringing their lips back up to yours. You run your fingers through their hair, before running them down their back, feeling the warmth radiating off their body.

They pull away for a moment, looking into your eyes. You can see their brown eyes glowing in the low light. You can feel their hot breath against your face. You could still taste them on your lips, you wanted more. You want to feel them all over your body. Your cheeks get warmer as the heat in your core builds, as they look at you with lust filled eyes.

They gently kiss your lips, savoring the moment, before moving their hand down your bare chest. Lightly caressing your hips, causing goosebumps to rise. Slowly, they fingers make their way back up to your chest, cupping your breast. You moan softly into the kiss, as their thumb runs over your nipple. You can feel them smirk, as they run their tongue across your bottom lip. You gasp, and they take this opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping their tongue into your mouth. They lightly tug your nipple, before rubbing it gently between their fingers.

They move their head up to your neck, sucking the spot behind your ear. The sensation eliciting a quiet gasp. As they continue, their hands run over your body. You moan louder, feeling their tongue slide up your neck to your earlobe.

"My beautiful girl," they whisper. You whimper, feeling them roll your other nipple between their fingers. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby." You let out a loud moan, feeling their hand reach down and palm you through your legging. They rub you slowly, and you squirm underneath them, feeling a damp spot start to form in your underwear.

"So needy," they purr, pulling away from you. You whimper, wanting their hands on you again. You watch as they move to the foot of the bed. You raise your head to look at them, only to see them kneeling down. They slowly begin to pull your leggings down, along with your panties. You lift your hips, making it easier for them to remove them.

"Fuck, baby," they growl, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. They throw your legs over their shoulders, and lean in to place a kiss on your thigh, biting lightly. They leave a trail of kisses, getting closer and closer to your core. You whimper, feeling their hot breath against your pussy.

"Already dripping," they whisper, running a finger up your slit. "You want my tongue on that pretty pussy, baby?"

"Yes," you gasp, feeling them blow gently on your clit. They smile and begin to lick up your slit, swirling their tongue around your clit. You moan loudly, grabbing the sheets tightly. You can feel them smile, as they wrap their lips around your clit, sucking. Your legs trembling, as they suck harder. You grip their hair, as they slip a finger inside you.

"Jordan," you moan, as they begin to pump their finger. They hum against your clit, sending shivers through your body. Your moans get louder, as they slip a second finger in, pumping faster. Their fingers curling, hitting that spot, as they lap at your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you gasp, holding onto their head, keeping them against you. Their moans sending vibrations through your body. You can feel the knot in your stomach beginning to unwind. Their pace quickens as their tongue swirls around your clit. Your hips buck, crying out their name, as they continue. You grip the sheets tightly, arching your back pushing against them.

"Fuck, don't stop," you moan. You feel yourself getting closer. You grind your hips against their face, wanting more. You feel their free hand grip your hip, holding you still, as their tongue presses flat against your clit. You scream their name, feeling the knot come undone, as your orgasm rips through your body. They keep their fingers inside, continuing to pump and lick, prolonging your orgasm. However their tongue didn't stop, even as you whimpered and twitched from their touch.

"J-Jordan, fuck stop," you cry out, your body twitching. They groan against your core as they slow down. They slowly remove their fingers, pressing one last kiss to your clit, sending shivers through your body. They kiss your inner thighs, before standing up, licking their fingers clean.

"Fucking delicious," they grin. "Sorry, baby. You’re just so pretty when you cum,” they say against your lips. You kiss them gently, moaning softly at the taste. They break the kiss and give you a small smirk. "But if you think this is going to get you from study, you are so wrong, sweetheart."

They say pulling away, slapping your thigh as they walk away to gather their clothes from the ground. You turn to lay on your side, still on the bed, watching them. "But I want you," you whine, with a fake pout. They chuckle, walking back towards you leaning down. "Well then, you better study," they murmur against your lips kissing you softly before standing back up and grabbing your clothes from the floor and tossing them to you on the bed.

"Like I said, you're no fun!" you say dramatically, from the bed. They give you a cocky grin, walking towards you. They lean down and give you a long and slow kiss, cupping your face.

"Yet you were screaming my name, a few minutes ago," they say, teasingly before slapping your ass and walking away. You huff in protest, sitting up on the bed, pulling on your clothes.

"You're such a dick," you say, leaning back against the wall. They always had to say the last word.

"You know you love it," they smirk, sitting back down on the floor, watching you.

"Fuck you," you say laughing, throwing a pillow at them.

"Later, baby," they wink, catching the pillow.