Can you write a story about Jackie Jackson and his girlfriend spending the day together but the brothers keep cock blocking and teasing him the whole day? Jackie and reader haven’t seen eachother in a few weeks now so they want to take advantage of the whole day but they keep getting interrupted lol cute fluffy stuff with angst pleassseeee
my very first request eveeeer, im so excited! i hope you like it, and the delay? i think you'll notice the little moments i was stuck on what to do, haha
anyway, i really liked the result and i hope you guys do too <3
⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
Her boyfriend was finally back.
Ever since his group with his brothers was becoming something big and very well-known, Jackie had been increasingly absent – not that she judged him, she knew it was important for the boys and their family, since everyone's main goal was to leave that small town, but being away from him for two long weeks was certainly torturous.
She and Jackson had been together in their early school years, little kids who didn't really understand what the desire to hold hands and exchange drawings meant, and now they had become the school's sweethearts, known immediately and obviously to everyone. Everyone knew that you and he were together, and that your destiny carried one thing, the certainty, not the "if," but the "when."
She had barely cared about the chemistry class and Miss Harper's tedious words when the only thing she could follow was the repetitive ticking of the clock; it was today! Mom had talked to her father and after many scoldings, he let her spend the afternoon at her boyfriend's house, not sleep, never sleep.In a way, they had never really gotten there. Sure, sometimes the kisses went a little deeper than necessary and his hands went under her shirt fewer times than she'd really like to admit, and well, her cheeks still flushed when she remembered the time Jackie sat her on his lap.
But leaving that behind, today was the day! She was sure – what better opportunity than the feeling that would die when she was finally in their arms and the freedom from her parents to stay at the Jackson's house without worrying about the scolding she might get? Everything was perfect.
A few days ago, she and her best friend had gone to the mall during lunch break, and with the change she had faithfully saved up during those days by smuggling sandwiches from Amy's house, they entered the Victoria's Secret store as if they were entering illegal territory, looking around as if one of their mothers might magically appear there.
The lingerie was under her uniform now, pink and delicate, like someone who knew exactly what she was trying to insinuate with it, but in a way, the reality was still innocent.
Her stomach was cold. Would Jackie want it too? Was he too tired?She didn't have much time to dwell on the possibilities when the bell rang, and exchanging a small smile with Amy, she ran to the school exit, ignoring the people from the film club who called her name a few times.
She almost threw herself onto the bicycle, barely caring about the backpack on her back. She knew the way to the Jackson's house like the back of her hand – and besides the afternoons she'd spent simply chatting with Katherine about mundane things, she still remembered when they used to walk there after school.
Jackie had dropped out of school for music, and despite her worries, he had given his girlfriend the certainty that it would all be worth it.
A block past school, her eyes widened when she saw a tall figure in the yard of the small house. He lived on the street below hers and was waiting for her, just as he had promised in their last phone call. The girl was almost run over when she lost her rhythm, and melting into an excited giggle, she gave up on the bicycle in front of the Jones' house, running towards the boy.
Jackie looked impeccable, wearing a white Beatles t-shirt and orange bell-bottom trousers cinched at his hips with a leather belt – her afro perfectly styled and a smile that almost made her legs give way. Bracing for the attack he so desperately needed, he opened his arms, cursing the seconds before she simply pounced on him.
Arms wrapped around his neck, the girl lost her footing the moment his strong arms encircled her waist.
Finally, finally, finally.
Jackie smelled so good, was so warm, and seemed simply meant to hold her in his arms. The curve of his neck was made for her face, and his waist molded to be wrapped around her legs — they were one, without half or leftovers, simply molded by the hand of eternity for each other.Holding his girl tighter than he really should, Jackson buried his face in her hair, that completely messy ponytail carrying the minty scent of the shampoo she used to wear, the sweet lavender perfume of her uniform, and that scent her skin carried, so her and so perfect.
Swaying her from side to side, he chuckled excitedly as her legs released him, swinging behind her "Jackie!" She sounded completely muffled by his neck, and leaning in to kiss anything in sight, he pressed his lips to her temple, breathing deeply into her presence.
And like a little start button being pressed, she pulled away, searching his eyes. Jackson wanted to laugh when he noticed the tears glistening in her small eyes, and without much ceremony, he leaned in, stealing a long-awaited kiss.He had spent nights thinking about it, needing her lips after having to endure Marlon and Michael being the most energetic children he had ever seen, after long nights of rehearsals and Joseph's scoldings.
Finally being in his girl's arms was a reward from the universe.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, simply enjoying the warmth of each other's mouths when she pulled away, pressing small, smacking kisses against him "Mhm, i'll guess" he said, putting her back down "Someone missed me?" And his heart simply melted at the smile she gave him.
"Missed?" The girl giggling, moving her fingers to cup his face, testing whether the figure before her wasn't just another one from her countless dreams "I thought i was going crazy! I dreamt about you every day, i slept in the shirt you gave me, and your mother must be tired of seeing my face"
Katherine had mentioned in one of her calls to her boys how his girlfriend had been keeping her company during this time, and Jackie remembered very well the serious tone her mother used while telling him not to dare hurt her.How could he even? This little thing had simply cast a spell on him.
"And you said the shirt was silly" he teased, poking her ribs with his index finger, leaning in to steal another quick kiss from her flushed lips "But it's good to know i'm still keeping my presence even when i'm not here" And smiling, Jackie simply pressed his cheek against hers.
Their silence lasted long enough until two pairs of small voices bellowed the girl's name as if she were one of the Beatles.
Well, her boyfriend wasn't the only Jackson who loved the girl.
"You came!" Michael shouted excitedly, not caring about his brother's arms, grabbing the girl's arm before Marlon could get to him – and with a cheerful laugh she turned to the little boys "I told she'd come, Marlon, i told ya!"
And him? Well, he was too busy grabbing the girl's back to answer his younger brother with anything other than his tongue sticking out.
"Yo guys!" Jackie sounded offended seeing his girlfriend being attacked by the little boys, especially Michael, who was now surrounded by her arms as she crouched down on the grass to get to his level "What i told you two to at least give us five minutes!" And despite his offended words, the older one couldn't contain the smile that spread across his lips as he watched the girl of his life simply being loved by his baby brothers.
Marlon was like a baby koala clinging to her back, his chin watching his brother with a mischievous look, and Michael hidden in her arms as if that was his place; they obviously knew the girl loved them.
"Leave them, Jackie" she said smiling, getting up and taking them with her, one hand trying to balance the boy's legs on her back and the other carrying the youngest of the Jacksons "We missed each other, didn't we, boys?!"
And that chorus of "yesss" from them was completely ridiculous.
"I tried to hold them back, but Michael runs too fast" A sullen Jermaine appeared in the doorway, closing it carefully, knowing his father hated it when it was slammed, and even when he wasn't home, it was a habit "And Marlon bit my leg" The older boys stared at the little boy, who simply played dumb.
Walking towards them, the teenager looked at his older brother's girlfriend with a smile and a quiet "Hey, i finished reading that comic you gave me" And with that, she raised her eyebrows curiously.
"Iron Man is still better"
"You're hopeless, Maine" She shook her head in a feigned disappointment before approaching him, dropping her two little paws to hug the teenage Jackson, who, despite rolling his eyes as if forced to do so, surrendered to the hug a little too easy.
"Okay, okay, everyone said 'hi' now i can have my girl" Jackie gave the boys a light tap on the back, who looked at him sullenly, but he didn't give in, only indicating with his head for them to go inside.
Jermaine, who had his cheek resting on her shoulder, made a point of rolling his eyes at his brother "Calm down, man, she's not going to run away" And seeing that he had elicited a giggle from her, the boy made sure to let a smile appear on his own lips.
Frowning, the older brother flicked his forehead.
"Go check on the boys and stop being such a loudmouth"
And glancing at her boyfriend, the girl subtly raised her eyebrows "Poor things, they missed me" And shaking his head, the taller boy walked towards her finding the backpack on her shoulders with a familiar touch, removing it.
"Poor me" Jackie's voice was lower as he dropped the object to the ground, searching the side of her face with his lips "You should see how much i missed you" And that whisper in her ear was more than enough for the girl to lose any drop of empathy for others that ran in her blood.
Her eyes gleamed at her boyfriend, teeth sinking into her lower lip."Could you show me?"
Jackie thought he would never hear those words from his sweet girl, and he froze for a few seconds, analyzing her face as if trying to find something beyond that nervous certainty that shone with the red of her cheeks, and at that moment, he cursed having heard those words in his own backyard.
His eyes watched intently as she reached for his hand, her slender, trembling fingers guiding him toward her own shoulder, and when Jackson's thumb could reach the collar of her polo shirt, he wanted to send the world to hell and simply grab her right there. That pink strap, a small trace of the lace that outlined the curve of her shoulder and practically glistened against her skin tone, made his mouth dry.
Where had she learned to be like this? Where had she gotten that? God help him, he definitely wanted to see what that sudden boldness had done to his little thing that was too shy to let him take a step further.
His hand molded the side of his girlfriend's neck with an almost trembling touch, hesitant as if a more abrupt movement would break that moment between them.
"I could?" He smiled mischievously, leaning towards her, but before Jackie could steal a few more seconds of air from his lady, Jermaine's voice cut through the air.
"Ma said she's going to the market!"
And he rolled his eyes, letting out an irritated snort that resulted in a laugh from her.
"And what does that have to do with me?"Jackson furrowed his brow, pressing himself against the half-open door with a bored look.
"She told you to come in and watch the boys, i need to finish my schoolwork and i have, like, a two-week pile, okay?" And he turned, slamming the door.
"Maine is the most insufferable pre-teen in the world" he grumbled, letting his hand fall toward the girl's before bending down to pick up her backpack "Couldn't he at least cover this for me? Damn"
Shaking her head, she walked beside him toward the wooden door that had become more than familiar to her "Let him study, some music stars want to graduate too, y'know?"
And as a way to tease him, her shoulder subtly bumped against his, and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
Katherine appeared in the doorway, completely flustered, little Randy clinging to his mother's arm, his eyes tearful and his mouth open "Oh Jackie, son!" Approaching the boy, whose expression immediately tightened into one of concern, she looked at him with a tender face "The milk ran out and i only just realized it now, your father forgot to buy some this morning, and it's almost Randy's bedtime, could you please watch him for me? Michael and Marlon are playing, and they're with Jermaine, it'll be quick, i just—"
Her eyes fell on her, who nodded slightly embarrassed.
"Oh, darling, i'm sorry to interrupt your moment, but it'll be quick, i promise" And without waiting for a reply, the Jackson matriarch pressed a kiss to the forehead of the little boy, who continued to melt into a soft sob.
"I just got here and i already have to babysit" And placing his hand on his brother's back, he continued "Come on Randy, i'll put a tape in the tv for you"
And the girl's eyes softened as she observed how easily Jackie handled everything – she knew that in a way, he was the one who truly assumed a paternal role in the lives of the boys who obeyed him with a respect born entirely of love, instead of fear.
She knew he would be a great father; in fact, he practically already was.Closing the front door behind her, the smell of coffee immediately greeted her. Katherine did an impeccable job of making that small space feel familiar and cozy, always so organized and smelling of cleanliness.
"I'm hungry" Randy complained once more as he wiped his face on his little yellow sweater, stopping in front of the kitchen as if something might suddenly be served in front of him.
Jackie looked at her girlfriend in a silently apologetic way, the corners of her lips lifting in pity. This shouldn't be like this; they should spend the afternoon together and enjoy each other's company after weeks of loving and embracing.
"Go be with Michael and Marlon, okay? i'll see what i can do"
And instead of kisses and playful touches, the young couple's goal now was to find something that the little Jackson would eat, which, on top of everything else, wasn't an easy task considering Randy was the pickiest child in the family.
Opening one of the cupboards next to the refrigerator, the older boy exhaled heavily, immediately catching the girl's attention. Walking behind him, her fingers touched his shoulders with such familiar gentleness that it melted him effortlessly.
Turning around, Jackie gave a small smile.
"I'm sorry 'bout that" And using his fingers to brush away a few strands of hair that fell across her face, he studied her for a few seconds, wishing he could memorize every little detail of that beautiful face for all eternity "If she had at least asked me, i would have said no, but you see? I don't even have a choice"
Shaking her head, she leaned towards him. "You're her only support, it's difficult to give her a choice in these moments" And brushing the tip of her nose against his, a small smile played on her lips "And how could she not? You're so responsible and grown-up now, oh so serious"
Jackson chuckled, resting his body against the lower part of the lockers, one arm around his girl's waist "Am i? Or are you just trying to compliment me?" And he leaned in, pressing his own mouth to hers in a momentary kiss.
Pulling away subtly, however, she murmured the words to him "A little of both" And eliciting a convinced sound from him, the Jackson raised his free hand, seeking to mold her small face closer, finally sealing them in a kiss.
He couldn't help but think of the moments before, of that sinuous pink lace that had caressed his eyes like one of the most beautiful gifts he could have, and that thought itself made his mouth more demanding against hers, which certainly surrendered to his touch.
With her hands resting beside his hips, gripping the counter with the last of her self-control, the girl let herself take the initiative, pressing her tongue against his lips – a contented sigh escaped Jackie, accompanied by a murmur of contentment.
This kiss was slower, deeper.His hand, which had been holding her waist, made its way under her uniform, feeling her soft, warm skin as if she could finally experience the warmth of the sun after years of winter. Ignoring the way she lost herself in the rhythm of the kiss when the tips of his fingers caressed her stomach, he pulled away, searching for her eyes.
They were still close, mouths pressed together, breaths mingling, and he could clearly see those dilated pupils as if she had just downed a shot of alcohol. His beautiful girl was too sensitive for her own good.
"What were ya talking about before?" And Jackie's fingers moved up, dangerously high, and he was surprised when she didn't say anything. No "not here" or "the boys" as usual – and that suddenly made him a little more anxious about it all. This newfound freedom was too exciting for a boy who hadn't touched his girlfriend in two torturous weeks.
He felt her ribs, felt her lungs expanding in a fascinating way and —
"Jackie! Jackie! Jackie!" Marlon yelled down the hallway as if announcing the end of times, and they moved away with such violence that the girl fell backward into the poor refrigerator, which rattled on impact "I want to eat too! Randy said Mom went to the market and you were in charge, i want some too!"Jackie wanted to strangle Marlon.
"Are you two starving? What is that, man, it's not even three!" He sounded a little more breathless than he intended, and running his fingers across his face, the air escaped heavily "I don't even know what to give him, don't bother me too"And letting out a discontented sound, Marlon rolled his eyes, walking away with heavy steps.
Searching for his girlfriend with his eyes, the Jackson let out one of those sounds — tiredness, anger, boredom — that mixed all the emotions he carried in his chest, letting his forehead fall onto her shoulder. It was a losing battle trying to have a moment alone with all those children there.
"I wonder how ma and Joseph managed to do us, god lord" And that phrase elicited a loud "Jackie!" from the girl, who made one of the most disgusted faces she could muster, denying it as if the mere thought was too terrifying to even threaten to become a thought "I'm serious"
And even though he tried to remain serious, that little laugh that escaped her immediately brought a smile to his own lips. He had missed those moments so much, when everything seemed irrelevant compared to her touch, and resting one hand on the refrigerator, he leaned in, stealing a scent from her neck.
"Do you think she'll be long?" The question snapped him out of his little trance, and nodding, the boy didn't dare move.
"She always uses the excuse of going to the market to disappear for a bit, Randy keeps driving her crazy every day that passes" Looking into her eyes, Jackie remained silent for a few seconds, trying to think of some possibility of privacy that the small house could offer – while his innocent girl simply ran her fingers through his hair, gently scrunching his afro.
"We could always go to the movies when she's here, later"
And he shook his head, his expression tightening into something more pious "I don't want the movies, i want you, i want to talk to you" And he took a step forward, trapping her between his body and the wall that divided the kitchen from the hallway "I haven't seen you in two weeks, don't you dare try to put us in a dark room with some random movie"
She gave a mischievous little smile.
"Even if it's a different kind of dark room?" And Jackie parted her lips, but no sound came out.
"Who are you and what have you done with my sweet girl?" And letting out a weak laugh, he moved his hands to her waist, fingers gripping the cotton fabric of her uniform as she looked at him proudly "Should i worry about what happened these past two weeks or simply believe that you missed me to this extent?"
And abandoning the most innocent expression she knew, the girl replied "Worry about what? I just been thinking about you"
Those words hit Jackson in a strange way, and even now, hours after hearing them, he simply couldn't let them go. Watching her sit on the floor away from her shoes and intently observing the papers Jermaine was showing her, he couldn't help but ponder what he could do.
She had given him every possible sign that tonight could be the night, and he was simply staring at her like the biggest fool in the universe, watching her help his younger brother with some math homework – when had he become so cowardly? The same boy who climbed her window during summer vacation to have a kiss now had everything he wanted and was waiting for the universe to be merciful to him?
Oh no, he wanted it, and he was going to make it happen.
Dragging his arm away from Michael – who was practically passed out after getting bored enough with the news channel – he crawled to the edge of the sofa, tilting his head to watch what the pair of students were doing.
Jermaine had already given up on his own lesson, his cheek resting on his palm as he simply nodded without really paying attention to her explanation about the value of x, or something like that. And letting out a lazy yawn, the Jackson said "Mhm, don't you want to do it for me and i give it to the teacher? It would be a great gift for your favorite brother-in-law"
And with a wry expression, the girl searched for the little Jacksons, encountering the cutest scene of all – Michael was lying curled up like a baby next to Jackie while Marlon and Randy shared a cushion near the arm of the sofa, melting into a mixture of tiny legs and arms.
"Don't let him blackmail you, ma" And earning an annoyed look from his brother, the older Jackson stood up, using the remote control in his hand to give Maine a light tap on the head, who immediately complained "And you, stop bothering my girl!" Shaking his head, the girl gave her boyfriend a disapproving look, closing the notebooks in front of her, searching for the bluish pencil case to store the pens that had been scattered around.
The teenager looked at her as if he expected her to verbally defend him.
"I was just helping him" And standing up, she preferred to ignore Jermaine sticking her tongue out at his older brother before it melted into one of their arguments that always ended with one of them trying to defend their own honor in a fight on the ground.
Heading towards her shoes, she slipped her feet into her black Mary Janes effortlessly, her eyes fixed on the half-open window. It was getting dark, and she knew that if she didn't go home soon, her parents probably wouldn't let the Jacksons' phone rest.
Jackie was about to give Jermaine a light tap on the back of the neck when he noticed her girlfriend's heavy sigh, immediately understanding the reason for her discomfort.
"Do you want to go back now?" And with that question, he moved towards her, placing a loving hand on her lower back, thumb gently trying to push away the worry that gripped her beautiful face.
"Want is an exaggeration, but yes, Mom must already be at the door waiting for me" And that thought alone brought a grimace to the boy's face. He had nothing against her parents – nothing specific to be exact – but something about their serious expressions and harsh words didn't sit well with him. He specifically remembered the day she insisted he introduce their boyfriend to her father, a former war veteran who looked at Jackie as if he were the very reincarnation of evil.
And it was no surprise that even after a trembling handshake and a certainly uncomfortable dinner, their relationship had more rules than a military academy.The privilege of having her in his home was one he carried with pride, since in that environment of white walls and beautiful paintings, the last thing he could dream of was going upstairs. Nodding, he was the next to adjust his shoes, understanding that insisting was out of the question now.
"Look the boys, Jermaine" And nodding a few times, the teenager looked at the girl with a slightly more restrained smile.
"Bye" he said, waving, clearly feeling proud at the affectionate look he received.
"Bye Maine, we'll finish the lessons tomorrow"
The young couple's fingers met immediately in a lazy intertwining as their coordinated steps led them toward the front door. The afternoon was set with a yellowish hue in the sky and the streets were empty; Katherine was probably on her way back considering Joseph would be arriving soon.
Opening the door for her, Jackie sighed when they were finally alone again.
"You know, today didn't go at all like i planned" he admitted, throwing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close as they walked in the opposite direction from where her bicycle still lay – he made a mental note to put it away when he was walking back home.Gaining a pair of curious eyes, the older one continued.
"I was planning, y'know, to spend the whole afternoon in my girl's arms and vice versa" He stuck the tip of his tongue out at her, trying to disguise his annoyance with a playful gesture "I knew we wouldn't have the room – we never did, but i thought that at least once the boys would understand that i needed you"
And for a few moments she didn't answer, her eyes falling to his feet as her thoughts wandered. She agreed, obviously, their house was small enough that intimacy was practically impossible, but denying that she wasn't upset about not having more time alone was a lie.Raising her fingers to his that rested on her shoulder, she finally sighed.
"I think they're too small for this" she sighed "I understand they missed me too, but it's kind of frustrating wanting to be able to do things that simply take two of us and at the same time depend on everyone around us" And resting her cheek on her boyfriend's shoulder, she practically hummed in a lower tone.
Approaching her house, they both frowned when neither the image of the grumpy old woman nor her father's crimson car could be seen. And feeling a chill of nervousness run through her, she detached herself from her boyfriend's arms, climbing the white stairs with slightly clumsy steps.
"Mom?" And she looked back at Jackie with that worried face that made him walk ahead of her impatiently, taking the initiative to open the door to observe the meticulously organized house completely empty – except for the small orange kitten that purred silently at the foot of the stairs.
"How weird" Jackson said, noticing all the lights were on, and his eyes caught the figure of his girl as she scanned the entire room with her gaze.
That piece of paper with the strawberry jam drawing that Mom had gotten at the market weeks ago, marked with a black pen in beautifully formal handwriting;
"Your aunt is having the baby, your mother and i are going to the Jesus Memorial.
Lock the doors and go to bed before midnight.
And the Jackson's eyes widened as his girlfriend turned to him with the biggest smile he'd seen in hours, his fingers releasing the door with a slightly loud bang as she showed him the note, which took him a few seconds to read because of her anxious jumps.
Jackie practically attacked her with an eager kiss that cried out for relief, the kiss he'd been thinking about for two long weeks finally able to be expressed without curious eyes or the anxiety of being caught. His large hands held her waist, keeping her where she was so that his mouth could press firmly against hers, her head tilting towards his as the only sound in the room was that of their lips colliding.
The girl threw her arms around his shoulders, letting her fingers get tangled in his curly hair, ensuring that he wouldn't pull away from her under any circumstances. A clash of teeth and they smiled against each other's mouths, before melting again in that sinuous, desperate exchange.
Without much effort, he turned her against the wall, one hand resting beside her face while his tongue demanded attention – testing her mouth as if it were the first and last time.
Melting into a low sound, her fingers found the nape of his neck effortlessly, needing to cling to something. Jackie had never kissed her in such a demanding way, and keeping up with his pace was certainly difficult when her whole body seemed to have melted into a trembling, needy mass.
Hearing that small sound from her awakened something obscene in him, and releasing her lips completely breathless, the Jackson stared at his girlfriend with an adoration bordering on obsession, pupils exploding in a glow that reflected her face, his chest rising and falling as his lungs begged for air.
She unconsciously squeezed her own legs together – And God, the almost mocking smile he gave her at the sight altered her brain chemistry. "How lucky we are" he whispered, his voice hoarse from the previous exercise, making the girl's stomach churn in the best possible way "Why don't you take me to your room and show me that nice thing you mentioned earlier, mhm?" And using his fingers to brush some fingers away from her face, Jackson felt a wicked pride at seeing how flushed his girl was.
She could try to be calm and direct, and well, she knew how to tease him, but he knew his little thing like the back of his hand to know that she was ready to run the second he let go, something he wouldn't dare do for anything in the world.
"Come here" he sounded, and before he could really get an answer, he used his arms to lift her off the ground with ridiculous ease "Pretty girls shouldn't have to put in this much effort, should they?" And letting out an embarrassed giggle, she simply put her arms around the older boy's shoulders, accepting to be carried in that bridal style.
"I didn't know you were this strong" she said in a low tone, watching his steps on the stairs, purposefully ignoring the stare she received in response "Sorry, i'm nervous" And he simply laughed as he pushed open the bedroom door with the tip of his foot.
The girl's room was like a sanctuary of innocence – baby blue walls adorned with random posters, mostly featuring a young Paul McCartney who threatened the Jackson within her heart daily. Her double bed was in the middle of the room, impeccably adorned with white blankets and pillows that seemed too inviting at that moment.
Jackie carefully placed the girl on the floor, closing the door behind her without bothering to look at it. The cream-colored carpet in her room reminded him to immediately remove his shoes, and observing the act – she did the same, a little hastily tripping over her own ankles.
She was so cute, a bundle of nerves and trembling fingers that made him simply want to jump on her again.
"Can you, um, can you sit down?" The girl offered eagerly, rushing to lock the door with an anxious turn of the key that carried a pink pom-pom with it "So i can, you know?" The Jackson smiled, as if wanting to hear it so he could "Go ahead, Jackie" And melting into a laugh, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"As you say, ma'am" And obediently sinking onto her mattress, the boy rested his hands on his own thighs, not making the slightest effort to disguise the reaction his body was having to all of this. He knew that it wasn't the first time she'd seen him like this – he liked to tease her by showing his body reaction to her, and he knew exactly how shy she would be about it
.And like an old story, the more than present sign of the bulge in the boy's pants was enough for the girl to feel her blood boil in every part of her body, but especially her lower parts. She moved in front of him, a little shaky, her legs seemingly not fully obeying her brain, but even so, Jackson's heavy breathing was what encouraged her. He wanted this too; he found her beautiful, well, she hoped he did.
A pair of awkward fingers was all Jackie remembered seeing before the surprise of her lifting her own shirt made him forget any thought other than the way her skin practically glowed against the light of the room, and he had to restrain himself from opening his mouth in shock. The waist he loved to trace with his hands, now perfectly in view, awakened a needy possessiveness that made his fingers tremble.
Those beautiful breasts, molded by pink lace that left nothing to the imagination, made him unconsciously move his own hips against the covers; she was panting. He could see it. The small, perfectly shaped mounds on her skin called to him, and raising his fingers toward her, he called.
"Come here, mama" Deep enough that she chose herself before obediently walking toward the older one, settling between his legs with a shy little smile that made it all the more irritatingly perfect "That's it, god damn girl, you've been hiding this from me all this time?"And without much ceremony, his fingers circled her, the warm touch of their skin sounding like an electric shock between the two young people.
Leaning down, he pressed his forehead against the upper part of his girl's stomach, breathing her skin like an addict who can finally have what he's been craving. She was hot. In every sense of the word, he simply wanted to grab that girl and hide her from the world in his arms.
Feeling her fingers gently touch the nape of his neck, his eyes closed, taking advantage of the moment to press a kiss to her navel – a smile forming on his lips as he felt the shiver of her skin.
"Did you like it?" she asked, and he wanted to laugh, genuinely laugh as if he'd heard the greatest joke of his life. The love of Sigmund's life presented to him in the most delicate lingerie, and those eyes that held the stars themselves asking if he liked it? Silly girl.
And not daring to answer, he simply closed his fingers against the curve of her waist, holding her more firmly so he could trace a path of slow kisses down her stomach, alternating between quick pecks and small kisses that soon melted at the touch of his tongue. Her breathing changed, and he knew he was doing the right thing when he left a small bite on her skin. Feeling the way she was trembling, the Jackson's fingers slid down her legs, making sure to give her ass a light squeeze before easily guiding her thighs, lifting her onto his lap.
The weight of their bodies felt right, too right for both of them to let out an intense sigh of excitement at the sensation of their new closeness.
Looking up, he leaned searching for her lips – a calmer kiss, but one that felt infinitely more intimate now that she could feel how his body reacted to hers. Jackie seemed big, he felt big, and the idea of simply sitting there, even over his clothes, on the concentrating of all his pleasure, made her head spin. Her hands molded his chest, feeling the muscular shape of her boyfriend with a slow caress, taking care to admire every little detail of his skin with the slow dragging of her nails.
And that's when he did it.
The hands that had previously held her thighs had silently moved to her hips, and with a tempting firmness Jackie dragged her hips against his. It was a pleasure capable of making one swoon, like a whole line of coke, and so addictive that she found herself imitating the same movement seconds after him – it was obscene, dirty to think that she was rubbing herself against his cock like someone desperate.
But that was the thing, she was desperate.
Desperate for this warm sensation that made her body vibrate, for this closeness to him that became more addictive with each passing second, she loved Jackie, infinitely, and something about that kind of intimacy seemed to be a silent confirmation that he at least thought the same about her.
Her forehead pressed against his with a low sound as the boy moved his hips, grinding against her in a way that felt too deep for two people fully clothed. Her fingers digging into her boyfriend's shirt, the girl barely noticed when a low moan escaped her, hesitant and shy, but there.
And the smile that spread across his lips was immediate, and even trying to cope with his own torture of pleasure, Jackson murmured, "That's it, sweet girl – keep going mama, nice and slow" Using his hands to rhythmically guide her hungry and anxious movements, which she obviously obeyed, following that slow back and forth "See how much i missed you, mhm?"
And with a shy look she searched for the boy's bright eyes, not bothering to break that somewhat awkward angle they had; their foreheads pressed together and noses close gave a loving feeling to the moment, as they shared the same air.Shaking her head, a small giggle escaped, a low, trembling sound that was quickly silenced by the boy's mouth pressing against hers, stealing any straight thought she might have dreamed of having.
Depending the kiss, her fingers moved to Jackson's beautifully sculpted jaw, forcing him to lift his own head towards her.Jackie exhaled heavily, one hand searching for her hair, holding it exactly where she should be. Taking advantage of the position, her hands became bolder, caressing his face with firm thumbs and medium-length nails gently scratching his dark skin – she was all over him before he could even think. Her hands moved greedily over the boy's chest, feeling what was all hers, fingers tugging at his shirt as if it were a right simply to be revoked.
Obeying immediately, their kiss was broken by the fabric being lifted along with Sigmund's arms, who smiled as he watched his girl simply drool at the sign of his body. He knew he was hot, come on, the days at the gym had to have some result, hm? And having this beautiful lady practically staring at his chest as if it were the most beautiful of banquets was more than he could pray for.
"Oh god" she whispered, so breathless that he wanted to laugh, her hand dangerously resting on the boy's muscular stomach making him bit his lower lip at the movement "You're hot"
And he raised an eyebrow.
"Thanks for the news, miss" And with a weak laugh, he used his own hands to adjust her on his lap, making the new proximity press their skin together. And as she said, oh God, they knew the moment their feverish bodies finally touched without anything creating a thin layer between them, that they were completely lost.
Searching again for the nape of her neck, he added "And who are you to call me hot when you look like the very vision of heaven here, mhm? All nice and pink like a damn princess just for me" His fingers caressed her back in circular motions, simply enjoying her well-hydrated skin before the tips of his fingers teased the clasp of her bra.
"Did you buy this just for me?" And she nodded, her face too hot and embarrassed to admit she'd been smuggling lunch money for weeks just to surprise her handsome boy "Am i right, Mama?"Ah, right, voice, she certainly had one.
"I, uh, yes, i did it" She sighed, feeling her own hand pressed between their stomachs, her eyes falling on the dirty scene of her breasts pressed against Jackie's skin — it was a contrast surely from heaven and hell "I don't know what you like — I tried, but i thought this one was pretty, so, y'know? It was the least..."
"What do i like?" He asked, leaning down to bury his face in her neck, intoxicated by the scent that simply emanated from his beloved "I think you didn't understand that you could be dressed in a damn potato sack and you'd still be the most beautiful girl in the whole place" And to emphasize his words, he pressed a heavy kiss where her blood pumped wildly.
"I just want to say one thing" The small whisper sounded against her skin, and well, the Jackson could ask for the deed to her house in that low, breathless tone and she would hand it over without a second thought "I loved seeing you like this"
And his lips moved to her shoulder, pressing a few arrhythmic kisses "But don't go spending your money on me, mhm?" A few more kisses
.Jackie was nudging the lace strap with his nose while continuing that little attack on her shoulder, fingers squeezing wherever he could reach "If you want to wear something pretty for me — for you, just tell me it'll be yours, you know that, yeah? All the money i earn is yours, just say so..."
And even if she wanted to retort, to say that it was insane to say, it was practically impossible when her body was having an anxiety attack from having less and less of the lace on her. A small sound was heard as he finally freed her from the small lock, and for a split second the two remained silent. It was a big step, and this night was full of them to be truly reasoned through.
Her skin immediately prickled as the air of the room made contact with her breasts, softly hanging from the pink lace and free to the boy's eyes. Swallowing hard, she had to fight the urge to cover herself. She never thought too much about that part of her body that she so normally encountered in the mirror, but now, under Jackie's bright eyes and unreadable expression — she herself didn't know what to think.
He, however, seemed to have had his ground pulled out from under him and his house turned upside down.
It was the only thing he could think about, he needed to — he would steal this girl from the world and simply hide her for himself.
His thumbs, oh so gently, caressed the curve of her ribs, testing the weight she carried, and his breath trembled, feeling how warm she was there, how soft her skin was, and the feeling that all of this was only his brought him a possessiveness capable of turning any eyes green.
"God damn" And he didn't fight the smile that spread across his lips at her giggle; his body felt so light, and he was so happy. It was one of the rare times he simply was. Without the pressure of rehearsals, without having to walk slowly so as not to irritate Joe, without the responsibility of taking care of the boys.
He was simply a guy with the girl he loved.With a small act of boldness, she pressed her fingers into his shoulder, forcing him to lie down on the bed. And Jackie? Well, if she wanted to simply use him and throw him away, he would gladly do so! The dumbass grin plastered on his face made that more than clear.
Focused on the beautiful pair of eyes in front of him, he didn't wait long before taking them in his hands, holding them firmly – his eyes searching for any disapproval from his girl, who watched him intently, trying to decipher what she truly felt at that moment. The first squeeze was hesitant, testing the waters of how she would feel about it.
And that heavy breathing, her eyes closing. To say his whole body throbbed with pleasure would be to diminish the intoxicating desire that almost made him lose it.Her fingers rested on his chest seeking comfort as her body seemed to melt into his, and the thoughts that immediately surged through the Jackson's mind didn't help his situation – this beautiful girl sitting on his lap, giving him a view of the most beautiful pair of boobs he had ever seen in his entire life? He definitely wanted to rip her pants off as quickly as possible and show her the best of that position.
"Your hands are so good" she practically whimpered, face tilting to the side, causing a few strands of hair to cover her eyes. A small sound escaped his throat as Jackie's only concern was to lean in at her collarbone.
The first kiss was soft, a gentle seal of lips between her breasts, and another one right on top of her heart. He paused for a few seconds feeling how it desperately pounced against his lips, his hands sliding to her waist, holding her there.
"Yeah, baby?" And with that soft question, he continued his little attack simply loving the way her breath caught in her throat at certain moments before returning slower and more disordered "They're all yours, just so you know" he murmured against her skin before parting his lips, taking one of her breasts completely.
The sensation was otherworldly.Accompanied by a breathless moan, she simply couldn't contain that desire that made her bones tremble and her insides burn. Her hips dragged against Jackie's, who gasped against her skin – both seeking relief with the greatest possible contact. He held her tightly while his tongue caressed her skin.
The movements were anxious, without a set rhythm, but good enough for a sound to escape him, and that small moan that sounded so hoarse from Jackson made her feel a kind of twisted pride. She barely knew what she was doing, but to elicit a moan from her beautiful boy? She wanted to devour that sound and discover what other sounds he was capable of producing.
The sound he did while sucking her breast was obscene, something wet that was subtly interrupted when he managed to put his whole mouth on it – eyes closed as if he were exactly where he wanted to be.
Squeezing him with her thighs, the girl found herself in a slow back-and-forth rhythm, seeking to relieve that maddening heat between her legs. And trying to follow her own rhythm, Jackie thrusted shamelessly, showing exactly how good all those tireless rehearsals had been for her.
The way she could feel the exact shape of his cock was shameless, and those pants didn't do much to hide how big it was, frighteningly and addictively – it was an feeling that caused a desire similar to hunger, no, to starving, she needed more, she needed the heat, the size, of him.
A breathless moan escaped Jackie's lips as she paused her movements for a few second "Oh, love...hmph, fuck girl – you can't just..." And he rested his forehead against her shoulder, murmuring words oh so quiet they were barely audible, his lips releasing a heavy breath.
But she didn't stop; in fact, she only increased the intensity of her movements.His eyes closed as her hips continued to rub against that sweet spot, and letting his face fall back, the boy parted his lips, letting out nothing but a gasp of air "Right there...Fuck – Ah!" He seemed about to say something, but then stopped, lost in the intensity of his breath.
It was divine to see how the Jackson was reacting, his body was so hot it emanated heat, and his hips had a rhythm of their own, pushing against her almost desperately while his large hands gripped her tightly, his movements faster – losing that coordinated back-and-forth motion.
"Ah mama...There, keep on – Fuck, don't stop" repeated her name almost like a mantra, holding his girl with a possessiveness bordering on aggression, which soon melted into a panting groan that sounded almost painful from his chest, his voice caught in his throat, his gasps of breath.His hips trembled with a few stronger thrusts before slowing down, his fingers guiding her down as if he needed to feel her more and more.
And the girl? Well, to say she was completely enchanted was an understatement.
Jackie, in that state, had simply become her religion – she could devote herself to the way his eyebrows tightened in an almost painful expression and worship the spasms his hips gave daily.He was so beautiful, but so much more perfect melted into that simply magnetic expression.
Letting out a final gasp, the boy let his body fall onto her bed. lazy and melted.
"I – i just, damn it...!" He gasped, his chest rising and falling, a few strands of hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, adding a dirtier, more intimate touch to everything "M'sorry baby...I just, hell, i didn't think i was that close"
And that brought a curious look to her face, which took her two embarrassing seconds to understand what had happened before her lips parted.
"You just...?" And with a laugh at her genuine surprise, Jackie nodded, bringing her arm to cover her eyes for a few seconds, trying to regain what little self-control she still had.
"Yeah, i came in my pants like a damn teen" The boy's lips twitched into a cheeky little smile, too mischievous to be considered truly embarrassing "What did two weeks without you did to me? Lord"
And all that atmosphere melted into a giggle that bubbled from her chest, her body melting into his, equally lying on her boyfriend's burning skin "That was fast" And the Jackson looked at her as if he had just received a whole slap in the face.
"Wow, thanks for the compliment, girl, come on, get off me!" And he threatened to push her away, but she refused with a louder laugh, clinging to his body for her life.
"It was a joke!" Smiling, she let her arms wrap around the boy's shoulders, squeezing him tightly "It was cute, actually" And still trying to catch his breath, Jackie closed his eyes, simply shaking her head.
"Can you just shut your pretty mouth, my princess?" And he could practically feel her energy emanating in waves towards him, which made it difficult to maintain that little scene. For a few seconds, they remained there, sprawled on the crumpled blankets, trying to regulate their own breathing, simply suffocated in that intimate and silent atmosphere.
Imitating him, the girl closed her eyes for a few seconds, letting her face hide in the curve of his neck, deeply inhaling Jackie's scent, far from any alteration of perfume and completely him.
Letting his fingers rest on her bare back, he pressed his cheek against the girl's messy hair.
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