༝in which , how kk , azzi & ju would react when u are too loud during sex.
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J.W -
JUJU IS three fingers deep in you you both are in bed, back to chest juju holding one of ur thighs up , the other hand burried in ur cunt ur face ? flushed and ur holding jujus wrist.
which ur lucky she even let you hold.
, youre slick has soaked her fingers ur legs and damn girl .. ur freshly washed sheets
, the sounds of it loud in youre dorm which each slap of her palm against ur clit ur feeling every emotion into one you have been holding it like juju has instructed you too.
but it gets to a point.
the second she curled her long fingers in you , ur body began to stutter and you shout out a "fuck it feels so good!" its loud. raw. but hey.. id want everyone to know im getting fingered by juju watkins to.
juju snorts quietly with a smirk even tho u went against her words. u definitely filled her ego on how good she really makes u feel.
"shh baby.." she cood a gentle laugh following as she kissed ur neck.
A.F -
AZZI IS currently sucking ur clit , her hands stroking ur thighs with mm's of pleasure from ur taste.
youre hands are in her wet pretty curls — back arched. ur grinding on azzi's post practice face her jaw doing wonders as your slick coats her face.
you have been letting out little whimpers. not because u have to. but because just incase kk or paige come in youll be able to hear so u and azzi can stop.
but fuck.
azzi fudd was an eater.
her tounge did swirls on ur bud before sucking and then doing slow licks oncebmore.
and damn. homegirls jaw didnt lock once.
she was mid suction when you shouted, "azzi baby fuck!" that shit was loud. like silence whole dorm complex loud. but did you care no?
and azzi definitely didn't.
she went faster with anything with a mumble face deep in ur pussy,
"let it out baby."
K.A -
UR NIGHTGOWN is pushed up to ur hips, ur gripping the sink for dear life. kamorea has her 8 inch clear silicone buried in u , butterflies are fluttering in ur stomach.
kk's hands are sprawled on ur hips — ur ass recoling every time she bottoms out, you have been biting ur lips — ur mm's at rythm with each slap of skin.
you have been taking it.
longer than u normally would.
okay u admit it you cum fast.
but when ur girlfriend is kk arnold. you obviously are pleasured.
kk did one more hard thrust before u let out a groan — "ahhh fuck!" before you burry youre face down embarrassed.
kk took ur neck lifting u up. , she wanted to make eye contact with you before she stopped causing u to whine.
"keep those pretty noises for me. only me okay baby?"
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Welp, here’s damn near 5.3k of J/ack A/bbot working himself to the ground and making things so much worse for himself 😅
Thanks for your patience on this one! Hope you enjoy and ok what you think! More than happy to write more J/ack. ~KB
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Friday - 6:30am
If you weren’t totally accustomed to it, the constant chaotic buzz in the ED would be enough to drive you crazy. On the bad days, it could pierce through the metaphorical shield that even the veteran staff had built for themselves.
And that is exactly how Jack Abbot found himself at the nurses station at the end of his shift. His eyes were closed as he tried to will the headache away. His throat had stung whenever he swallowed in that telltale way that he was getting sick, but true to fashion he decided to ignore it in hopes it would go away.
“Dr.Abbot.”
He opened his eyes and huffed a sigh, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch at the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, what’ve we got?”
Charge nurse Lena looked him up and down, “Are you okay?”
Jack sniffled and blinked himself back into it, “Yeah, sorry. Headache. What’s up?”
“The CT results are back for your patient in South 5.” She said, handing over some papers.
“Thanks, I’ll take a look.” He nodded briefly, turning around as his eyes fluttered shut and his head snapped towards the ground. “TszCH! H’eTSHuh!”
Robby, who happened to be walking in for his shift, jumped out of the way with arms in the air.
“Whoa, say it, don't spray it brother!”
For someone who spent 90% of their waking hours running an emergency department, Jack could sometimes be a little lackluster when it came to covering.
The younger man straightened out, clearing his throat and sniffling against his wrist. “Sorry, caught me off guard.”
“No worries,” Robby chuckled, looking his partner up and down, “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Jack said - at the same time Lena said, “headache.”
Jack shot her an unamused look and turned back to Robby, who was looking at him expectantly with a raised eyebrow.
He sighed, “I think I’m coming down with something but it’s nothing, really.”
“Probably one of the bugs going around the ED.” Robby frowned.
“Probably. It’s my day off today, so I’ll just rest up and be good by tomorrow night’s shift.”
Robby hummed, taking in Jack’s appearance more fully. “Okay well, let’s run through the handoff and then you can go home.”
“In that case, I believe this belongs to you now.” Jack forced a smile and handed Robby the CT results he was holding on to.
The two men did a quick round through the ED as Jack gave Robby the run down on the current patients and various things to keep an eye on as attending physician.
Not fifteen minutes later, Robby was back at the nurses station where Dana was starting her takeover as well.
Jack appeared shortly after with his backpack slung over one shoulder, coughing against the back of his wrist. It was that stupid tickle he couldn’t seem to shake.
Now that he was off duty, he could really take stock of how much worse he felt compared to the beginning of the shift.
“Hasta Lavista, suckers. I’m going home.” He mustered as much humor as he could on his way out.
Robby walked closer, putting a gentle hand on the small of Jack’s back, being careful about PDA. He leaned in, lowering his voice.
“Hey, get some rest, hmm? If you need anything, call me.”
Jack nodded in defeated silence, and Robby turned back to what he was working on.
“He looks like Hell.” Dana muttered, looking up from her clipboard.
Robby sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “He’s… not feeling well.”
“Poor guy. I keep telling him you two work too hard.”
“Put a reminder for the night shift not to call him in for anything later, will you? He needs his rest.”
“You got it, Cap.”
***
Thanks to living close to the hospital, Jack was able to be home, showered, and in boxers and a black tee by 8am. His prosthetic was propped against the wall, and he’d switched to his forearm crutches.
The warm spray of the shower definitely eased some of the tension he was carrying in his joints. He sat on his shower chair for a little longer than usual, letting his body relax and hoping the steam would magically get rid of the congestion that he could feel settling.
Once he felt he had washed all of the ED germs off of himself, he shut the blinds in his bedroom and drew the blackout curtains. Second only to Robby, those blackout curtains were probably the love of his life as a night shift attending.
He had crawled into bed, and pretty soon after his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
***
Friday - 4pm
When he woke up again, it was almost 4pm. He’d slept a full 8 hours - far more than he normally would - and yet, he still felt absolutely exhausted.
The first thing he noted was how gross his head felt. He was completely stuffed up now, but his nose must’ve been running in his sleep. As it turns out, not grabbing a second or even third pillow was a fatal error. His nostrils were certainly paying the price, remnants of dried mucus around the edges and his throat scraped raw.
He sat up slowly and blinked past the fogginess in his head to grab his crutches, the initial reason for waking up demanding his attention: his bladder.
Jack made his way to the bathroom and relieved himself. As he finished washing his hands, he took in his appearance in the mirror.
“Ugh, fuck…”
His skin tone had gotten at least 2 shades paler and he could practically feel the weight of the eye bags that had materialized in his sleep.
Whatever thoughts he was having about vanity and appearance in that moment were immediately brushed aside by the tickle flaring in his sinuses as he buried his nose into his left shoulder.
“ii’TSCHk! Eh’tSHh!” His breath hitched again, but the third sneeze evaded him.
This was horrendous. He’d seen and dealt with so many extreme illnesses and injuries in his line of work that he forgot how painstakingly awful the common cold could be.
He ripped off a few squares of toilet paper and blew his nose, coughing at the tail end.
‘Fucking fantastic,’ he thought to himself as he walked to his kitchen, ‘first day off in two weeks and I’m fucking sick.’
He filled a glass with water and set it aside, opening the cupboard where he kept his medications. He shook 2 Tylenol out of the bottle and swallowed them, wincing past the sore throat.
He was on his way back towards the bedroom when he stopped dead in his tracks. He pulled the collar of his shirt up over his face with a sense of urgency.
“Ek’TSSH! T’sSCH! … H’itCHiew!”
He sniffled wetly, making a face at the damp spot that was left on his shirt. Shoving the box of tissues from the table under his arm, he coughed his way back to the bedroom.
Jack eventually flicked on the police radio that lived on the opposite nightstand and turned the volume down. He just needed some kind of white noise to take his mind off of how disgusting he felt.
Being more mindful this time, he also made sure to grab an extra pillow out of the closet. He propped himself up as he got back into bed, wiping at his nose with another tissue.
Blinking turned into small periods of resting his eyes, and before he knew it he was asleep again.
***
Friday - 7pm
“…eed backup on scene. Multiple victims needing rescue and assistance.”
Jack jerked awake, coughing against his wrist. Who was talking???
“Two suspects from the stolen vehicle on their way to the hospital in police custody…”
Oh yeah, his police radio was still on. He must’ve fallen asleep.
“Multi-vehicle accident caused by the stolen car, including a public bus and three civilian vehicles. Extracting victims now. Two DOA, everyone else being sent to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.”
“Shit.” Jack hissed, rubbing a hand over his face. He picked his cell up off the nightstand and checked for missed calls from the hospital.
Any kind of mass-casualty event like this is an all hands on deck situation, and yet there were no missed calls or messages from any of the crew at The Pitt.
Swinging his leg to the side of the bed, he started prepping to attach his prosthetic. He’ll just throw on a clean pair of scrubs and he could be there in twenty minutes to help.
All hands on deck, that included him.
**
In the ED, things were definitely ramping up. Day shift had been getting ready to finish their last minute charting or clock out and go home when the call had come in about the MVC and having all casualties from said accident diverted to the PTMC.
“Alright everybody, change in plans.” Robby commanded the room. “Day shift, you are now assessing and assisting. We have multiple incoming traumas and need to make sure we are treating the most time sensitive and serious injuries first.
Night shift, you’re on triage. This will be led by Dr.Shen and Dr.Elliot. Dr.Crus and I will be going around and helping where we’re needed. If you aren’t sure about something, ask a resident. Again, this is an all hands on deck situation, understood?”
There was a hushed roar of “yes” and “yes, Cap” before everyone split up as ambos started arriving with victims.
***
Friday - 8pm
When Jack arrives, it’s sensory overload. Everything is loud and bright, and his nose is incredibly sensitive from this stupid cold.
He’s back in a clean set of black scrubs, white undershirt barely peeking out from the neckline. His backpack is slung over his left shoulder, hand gripping the strap. His right arm, however, is preoccupied.
As he walks up to the hub, he has to stop, ducking into his elbow.
“N’xxt! H’xxTCH!”
Lena and Dana look up almost simultaneously, sensing his presence before anything.
“Absolutely not.” Dana scolded. “Abbot - go home.”
“Come on, Dana…”
“Don’t ’Dana’ me. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you see patients like that.”
Jack looked to Lena for help, but she shrugged in agreement with Dana.
“I’m already here.” He sniffled, gesturing to the chaos, “and you could clearly use the help.”
She looked around and huffed a sigh, “Fine. But you wear a mask at all times, and if Robby catches you, I had nothing to do with it.”
“Deal.” He gave a half smile, pulling a mask from the box she was holding out and looping it around his ears. “You won’t even know I’m here.”
**
After masking up, putting his backpack away, and washing his hands, Jack made his way out to the extremely busy ED floor. He wasted no time jumping into action.
“How can I help?”
“Oh! Dr.Abbot, can you assist with this?”
Mel was struggling to calm down a young girl in her early 20’s. The girl was screaming in a clear state of shock.
“My arm is numb! Why is my arm numb?? Oh my god am I paralyzed?!”
“Passenger of one of the vehicles,” Mel explained, “took an air bag right to the face and presenting with… Dr.Abbot?”
Jack was listening, but his eyes were half lidded as he stared off in the distance.
“H’xxTCh! H’XT!”
His head bobbed slightly as he stifled behind the mask.
“Uh, Bless you.” She paused awkwardly, unsure if she should continue.
“Eh’TSCH! Sorry, continue.”
The last sneeze was more productive than expected and left his nose dripping uncomfortably behind the cover of his mask.
He instinctively moved his hand up to wipe his nose, but stopped himself remembering both the mask and the scrubs preventing it.
“She presented with head trauma from the air bag. One small laceration to the forehead. And now numbness in the left arm.” Mel continued on.
A tear rolled down the patient’s face past her C Collar.
“Hey, we’re gonna get you taken care of, okay?” Jack reassured the patient, maintaining eye contact.
He clicked on his pen flashlight and looked in her eyes, flicking the light back and forth a few times.
“We’re gonna order you an MRI to check for any spinal injury. That’ll tell us if it’s whiplash or something more serious, but you’re in good hands with Dr.King.”
“Thank you.”
Now it was Mel’s turn to give her a reassuring smile.
Jack nodded politely, “Good work, Dr.King. Excuse me.”
He sighed as he turned around, walking with purpose toward the bathroom. Picking an empty stall, he locked the door and removed the mask, grimacing at the mess.
He trashed it and grabbed a handful of toilet paper, blowing his nose a few times. When he emerged from the stall to wash his hands, he started to question the decision to come in. Helping people was in his DNA, but he’d only been here half an hour and could tell this was going to be a rough couple of hours.
“Hey Dana?”
She locked eyes with him and went into mama bear mode. “I told you - mask at all times!”
“I know.” He coughed into his elbow, “Had to trash it because it was…dirty. Can I snag a few more?”
She handed the half empty box over. “Take them all. I’ll get more from storage.”
***
Friday - 9pm
It was a little after 9pm when Santos approached Robby, who was finishing with a trauma patient being sent up to CT.
“Hey Robby, have you seen Dr.Abbot?”
“Jack?” The attending blinked in confusion a few times, unsure why he was answering this question. “Jack is sick, he’s at home?”
Trinity made a judgmental expression before she could stop herself.
“Unless I hallucinated him, he was just assisting with this patient. I need an attending to sign off on the results.”
“Let me see that.” Robby snatched the file and did, in fact, see Jack’s name on the orders.
He stormed over to the nurses station, chuckling in frustrated disbelief and shaking his head.
“What the hell did I tell you guys?! One simple fucking request.”
All the nurses looked up, Dana stepping forward, “I know you’re not taking up that attitude with us, Robinavitch. What are you yelling for?”
“Which one of you called in Abbot after I explicitly made a note not to bother him? All of a sudden, none of you can read?”
“Hey hey hey! Knock it off, Robby. They didn’t call me, I came in myself.” Jack came rushing over when he heard the commotion, practically throwing himself in front of Dana and the nurses.
“Why the fuck did you come in? You should be resting!”
“Because I heard about the mass casualty event on the radio and knew it would be all hands on deck.”
He tried to hold his ground, locking eyes with his partner as long as he could before the tickle in his nose made itself known again.
Jack twisted to the side, burying his head in the crook of his elbow again. “N’xxt! X’TCH! … h’xtCH!”
“Bless you.” Robby frowned. Jack knew he didn’t like it when he held them in like that. “Do you have a fever?”
“N’do.” The younger man grabbed a couple of tissues off the desk and blew his nose.
“Are you sure?” Robby reached the back of his hand toward Jack’s forehead.
Jack pulled back, dodging the temp check. “It’s a cold, Michael.”
“Yeah,” Robby grumbled, “Sounds like a pretty bad one.”
***
Friday - 11:30pm
It’s a few more hours before the ED starts slowing to the typical amount of busy. The MVC victims are all taken care of or awaiting test results.
The med students from Day Shift have all slowly gone home, leaving only Robby to tie up some loose ends.
Robby is calmer now, but can see Jack is really struggling. He’s leaning against the nurses station, resting his head in pillowed arms. Every so often a cough wracks his body and Dana rubs his back.
She’s got her things and plans on heading out as soon as they do. Robby walks over, finally tapping out. He gives Dana an apologetic smile for the outburst earlier and mouths ‘thank you’ to her for looking after Jack. She nods at him in quiet acknowledgement and heads to her car.
“Hey you,” Robby leaned down to try and meet Jack’s eyes. “What do you say we get the hell out of here? I’ll give you a ride home.”
Jack looks up, his nose red and raw, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
***
Jack piled into the passenger seat of Robby’s car, his backpack in the footwell. He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes for a moment.
Robby got in the driver's seat and closed the door, pausing as he buckled his seatbelt to look at Jack.
“How are you feeling?”
Jack just shook his head no, eyes still closed. Not good, then.
“Achey?”
This time, Jack nodded before his brow furrowed. He pitched forward with little to no warning into a closed fist.
“Ng’tCH! H’xTCH!! Sorry…”
The apology was breathy and helpless, making the older man frown.
He reached over and put a hand on the nape of Jack’s neck, instinctually rubbing gently with his thumb.
“You don’t have to be sorry, Jack. But I don’t want you to stifle them anymore, it’s not good for you.”
“Sorry. Still on ED autopilot I guess.”
He rifled around in the glove compartment for some napkins to blow his nose while Robby started the car and backed out of the PTMC parking lot.
It wasn’t a long drive to Jack’s place by any means, but it was long enough to give Robby some time to fill the silence.
“Hey, I’m sorry I made a scene earlier about one of the nurses calling you in...”
“You keeping tabs on me now, Robinavitch?” He could hardly muster a smile, but the tone was joking.
“Not tabs.” Robby insisted, “I was just worried about you. Wanted to make sure you got some rest.”
“I appreciate that, but it’s not your call, babe.” Jack softened, “However. I think you happened to be correct this time, though. I feel like shit.”
“I’m sorry.” Robby glanced over, “We’re almost at your place.”
“It’s after midnight. Do you want to just stay the night?”
They periodically switched off whose place they stayed at depending on the circumstances. Robby knew he had his own drawer at Jack’s. But he also knew he had to be up again in roughly 5 or 6 hours and didn’t want to wake his partner up or make him feel obligated to play host when he was sick.
Robby sighed, rubbing the back of his own neck in contemplation.
“I’ve gotta be up again in a few hours. I’ll probably go back to mine for a nap and a shower. But I’ll come by tomorrow after my shift? See how you’re doing.”
The younger man nodded in understanding as they pulled up to his driveway.
“Thanks for driving me.” His words were already rounded from congestion again.
“Any time.” Robby gave a sympathetic smile and kissed the top of his head before letting him get out of the car. “Get some rest. Remember to hydrate!”
Jack gave a weak thumbs up in response. Once his back was to the car, he winced as he walked up to the house. Just bringing his key to the door was taking a toll on him. Everything hurt and he was fucking exhausted.
After the door was unlocked, he turned and gave another sad wave toward Robby, who was waiting in the driveway until he made it safely inside.
There was an ache deep behind his eyes now, and he felt like he weighed a ton. The bedroom was the first priority. He grabbed a clean t-shirt and groaned, sitting on the edge of his bed.
He stripped off the scrub shirt and tossed it to the side, putting on the fresh tee in its place. He groaned in pain as the fabric touched his sensitive skin. Everything felt prickly and sharp. Even his hair hurt.
Taking care of his prosthetic was next. He carefully removed it after taking off his scrub bottoms and shoes. He put on some clean socks and pajama pants and all but collapsed into bed.
It wasn’t ten minutes before he was dead asleep, the fever already starting to run its course.
***
Saturday - 12pm
Jack woke up wishing he hadn't. A part of him had forgotten that this much of his body could hurt at once - skin, head, throat, muscles, face. To top it all off? He was fucking freezing.
He knew he had a fever because once chills set in for him, it was usually game over in terms of hoping he could beat it.
Desperate for a change of scene, he slowly and painfully got out of bed. He grabbed one of the grey hoodies from the closet, quickly putting it on, even though it still hurt against his skin.
He brushed his teeth and used the bathroom before using his crutches to head to the couch, grabbing a blanket off his bed on the way.
Jack used the throw pillows to prop himself slightly against the armrest of his living room couch, jacket zipped up to his neck and blanket over his lower body.
“Eh’TCHuh! TschIEW!”
He scrubbed at his nose with a sleeved hand. Sneezing definitely hurt more today than it did yesterday. Really, everything hurt more than it did yesterday.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Taking it out, it had one missed call and several missed texts from Robby. Jack knew he should call him back, but also doesn’t want to worry him with 7 hours left in his shift.
**
Robby is between patients at the hub staring at the wall of blue message bubbles on his phone.
12:21 am
Home safe! Get some rest. x
6:43 am
Morning handsome. I hope you’re feeling better. I’ll try and get out as soon as shift ends today.
9:38am
How are you doing?
11:45am
Outgoing call to Jack
12:09pm
You still sleeping? Text me when you wake up. I love you!
“What are you looking at over here?” Dana teased as she walked over with a fresh chart.
“I haven’t heard from Jack today. Just worried about him.”
Dana softened. “I’m sure he’s okay. Probably catching up on his sleep debt.”
Her words were reassuring, but seeing as Jack usually didn’t sleep more than 4-5 hours at a time, this was extremely unusual.
As he was contemplating, his phone lit up with a goofy picture of Jack, vibrating with an incoming call.
“Speak of the devil. What did I tell you?” Dana nudged him playfully.
The attending clicked the green icon and held the phone to his ear, lowering his voice slightly.
“Hey baby, how are you f-”
“ii’TSCH! At’CHuh! ..hhh… hih… H’ATSHiew!!”
Robby pulled the device away from his ear, exchanging a concerned look with Dana, who heard the outburst through the phone.
“Bless you! Times three.”
“Thag’ks snff! Ugh I can’t stop.”
The older man could just barely make out the undeniable squelching sound of Jack rubbing his nose aggressively on the other side of the line.
Dana matched Robby’s frown without looking up from the paper she was writing on. She was pretending not to overhear the entire conversation, but in her defense, the volume on Robby’s phone was so loud, she couldn’t miss it.
“Sorry baby, I’ll be there in a few hours. Do you need anything?”
A short coughing fit tore through Jack, sounding deeper and wetter than Robby would have liked. Even Dana looked up from the paperwork to wince.
A pained, “no” was all that came out after the fit had died down.
“Try to get some more rest. I’ll be there soon to take care of you. I love you!”
Dana heard Jack’s muffled “love you too” and waited for the End Call tone before she scolded Robby.
“You are not making that man wait another seven hours in that condition. Get your things. I’ll call Shen. Go take care of Abbot.”
“I…” Robby looked at his charts, shrugging with uncertainty.
Dana snatched them from him and looked them over.
“Langdon! You got time to pick up two more?”
He looked at Mel, who was working with him, and back to Dana, “Yeah, sure. We’ll take them.”
“Would you look at that?” She turned back to the attending. “They’re capable people. Shen is on call today and we have enough backup to call if I need it. Go.”
“Okay.” Robby sighed, already heading to get his things “Thank you!”
“You got it, Cap. Give Abbot my best.”
***
Saturday - 1:30pm
It’s a little over an hour later when Robby gets to Jack’s place. He’d stopped at the store on the way over for a few supplies.
Backpack over his shoulder and grocery bags in hand, he unlocked the front door, making use of his spare key. He toed his shoes off at the door, and headed towards the kitchen.
“Jack?”
He called out softly in case his partner was sleeping - a theory quickly put to rest by the coughing that erupted from the couch.
Jack props himself up on one elbow, patting his chest. He looks awful - nose red, hair disheveled, and the unmistakable flush of fever dusted across his cheeks.
“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work.” He rasps.
“Dana sent me to check on our favorite patient.” The older man chuckled as he placed the grocery bags on the kitchen island and washes his hands.
Jack pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. “She worries too much.”
Robby takes in the state of his partner and the living room, “I’d say the concern is justified. Is your thermometer still in the bathroom cabinet?”
Jack nodded, leaning back against the armrest of his sofa. He still has his hoodie on and a blanket draped over his legs.
With little notice, he clamped his elbow over his nose, bobbing up and down on the pillows. “M’ptch! Eh’TSSH! Hih!…. Hi’TSCH!!”
“Bless you! You sound like shit.”
Robby returned to the couch, thermometer in hand. His own jacket sleeves are rolled to his elbows, and his stethoscope is around his neck.
“Open.” He prompted Jack by holding the device to his mouth and pressing the ON button.
Jack obliged, taking the thermometer in his right hand. He turned away from Robby to sneeze two more times in rapid succession before placing it under his tongue.
“Jesus, Jack.”
Robby perched on the edge of the couch, running a hand through his partner’s grey curls. They’re damp with sweat at the roots, and the heat coming off of him was evident.
“Have you been like this all day?”
Jack nodded, sniffling thickly.
With one organic motion, he went from stroking Jack’s hair to resting the back of his hand on his forehead. The thermometer beeped and Robby slipped it out to look at the reading. Fever glazed eyes look at him expectantly.
Robby shook his head disapprovingly, turning the screen around, “102. No wonder you feel so bad.”
He set the thermometer on the coffee table and motioned for Jack to sit up. Robby’s fingertips gently trace Jack’s jawline, noting that his glands were a bit swollen. He then moved his thumbs inwards, softly pressing on Jack’s cheeks.
“Ow!” Jack pulled back reflexively.
Robby tutted in disapproval, “Well, I’m officially diagnosing you with a sinus infection.”
“I could’ve told you that before you started pressing on m’by face.” Jack grumbled, “I’m a doctor too, you know?”
Robby sighed, “I told you not to stifle so much. It traps the bacteria.”
“Noted.” Jack rolled his eyes before starting that god awful coughing again.
“That doesn’t sound good, Jack.”
“It doesn’t feel good, Michael.”
“Smart ass.” Now it was Robby’s turn to roll his eyes. “Lean forward. Let me listen.”
Jack turned himself so he was at a slight angle facing away from Robby and leaned forward. The older man removed his stethoscope and put the ear pieces in, placing the chest piece on Jack’s back.
“Deep breaths.” He instructed, as if Jack wasn’t familiar with this inside and out.
They repeated this a few times, Robby moving it around Jack’s back and chest to get the full picture. Robby could hear some slight wheezing and crackling. Not good, but not nearly bad enough to trigger his PTSD around respiratory illnesses.
“Two for two - sounds like bronchitis, but I want to keep an eye on it so it doesn’t get any worse.”
“Lucky me.” Jack’s voice was dripping with sarcasm as he leaned back on the couch again, arms crossed. “What’s in the bags?”
Robby looked over his shoulder towards the kitchen, remembering his shopping.
“Oh, I got some ingredients to make you some soup later. I also got some nighttime cold medicine to help you sleep.”
The younger man couldn’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness. If he got too stuffed up or chesty, it made it super hard for him to sleep - and evidently, Robby knew that.
“Thank you,” he quickly uncrossed his arms, ducking into tented hands, “eh’TSHH! Hih! ii’KSHTT! Ugh, sorry I’b so gross right n’dow.”
He grabbed a handful of tissues and blew his nose, though it didn’t do much to relieve the overall congestion.
“You know I’ve seen worse.” Robby started unloading the groceries, “I got you something I think you’ll like.”
“Is it a swift and merciful death?” Jack quipped.
“No, it’s a humidifier. Should help to clear you up.”
“Sounds promising.”
After putting the soup ingredients away, Robby set up the humidifier with some distilled water that he also picked up. He placed it on the coffee table by the couch and turned it on.
“Lean over this, I’ll get you a towel.”
Jack sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees and hovering over the mist. When Robby came back, he had a towel in hand that he draped over Jack’s head.
“Breathe that in for a while, I’m gonna make a phone call.”
“Okay.” Jack coughed, holding the towel tented over him.
Robby stepped into the other room and placed a call to Dana, who he has on speed dial. She picked up on the second ring.
“Robby, how’s the patient?”
“Double whammy - chest and sinus infection.”
“Poor guy, I bet he’s miserable.”
Robby sighed, “Yeah, he’s pretty uncomfortable. I’m actually calling to say he’s going to be out for the next week.”
“I should hope so.”
“I’m also gonna need the next 2-3 days off. I wanna make sure he gets past the worst of it before going back to work.”
He can practically hear Dana grinning on the other end of the line.
“Good on you, Robinavitch. We got ya covered.”
The tension left his shoulders as he sighed with relief that things would be okay while they were both out; something that’s almost never happened.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it, Cap. Now go tend to that boyfriend of yours.”
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Fandom: Warframe
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Genre: first time
Summary: After reading @agoddamn's incredible story sublimation, I started thinking about what falling in love with Loid would look like from Albrecht's POV. This fic is the result. It also became a place for me to explore and develop various headcanon's I've had about what life was like in the turbo-eugenicist pre-Void era Orokin Empire.
Albrecht Entrati made no indication that he had heard the grumbled remark as he slowed his kaithe from a ground-covering lope to a gentle amble. The ferrous Martian sand swirled around the kaithe’s legs in a russet cloud and was carried off by the hot, dry wind. Just ahead, the coalition of kavats was swirling around their quarry. Their movement was fluid, unceasing, but between their shifting bodies one was still: Kalymos. Her white hide and obol-disc collar were unmistakable, even at distance. She crouched, her powerful jaws locked around her prey’s throat.
The displeasure the other participants in the day’s hunt seemed to have over Kalymos’s prowess in the field puzzled Albrecht. She was unrivaled in the field, yes, and none of the others who had brought their hunting kavats along had seen their animals make a kill yet. But in his experience other Orokin preferred to spend their time in chatter and socializing amongst themselves, and the sport of the actual kill was only a secondary concern and momentary entertainment.
Grand Censor Timoleon’s master of the hunt was already off of her kaithe and wading into the throng. The knot of kavats broke apart somewhat, growling their displeasure as the rest of the hunt attendants came forward to leash them. Kalymos remained, one gold-trimmed ear locked on Albrecht.
“Lord Entrati,” the woman bowed deeply as his kaithe halted a few paces away. She indicated Kalymos with a sweep of her arm. “It is your honour.”
Even the most well-trained kavats would have dispatched their victim by now, but Kalymos was not most kavats. She waited.
In contrast, the man around whose throat her jaws were closed groaned and wheezed. Albrecht wondered what his crime had been. There were only scraps of clothing left on his body—scoured by the sand and scalded by sol; nothing to offer any clues to his previous occupation. Even the tattoos on his face that marked his clan and tribe were unintelligible beneath the dirt and blood of the chase.
Request: “Hi! I wasn’t sure how to do this but I saw you were taking fanfic request... so if possible could you write one about Pride and Prejudice. My OTP is obviously Lizzie and Mr. Darcy but I don’t really mind you can do whatever” ~ @ericainhiding
Pairing: William Darcy x Elizabeth Bennet
Warning: None
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{A/N: Hey Guys so this is one of the first fanfic reqests I got and I finally finished it! Sorry it took so long to finish but I finallygot some free time.}
“Darling if you keep pacing you’re going to make me sick,” Lizzie calls from her spot in the lounge not once looking up from her book.
“Well what do you expect me to do? Wait for it to just hit you, I refuse to just be a sitting duck. For heavens sake thats what we've been doing for ten months.” William stops in the middle of the entryway framing to stare at his wife, “And how are you so calm?”
“Because I know that when the time is right you will end up being more calm than I,"
Striding into the lounge William takes a seat next to Lizzie.
"And how might I ask do you know that?
"Because Jane and Charles have been through this twice and you were more calm about it then the three of us." Closing her book Lizzie sets it in her lap.
"I have faith in you Darcy, you should too....beside you can't doubt yourself right now about being calm because between me, you, Jane, Charles, and Lydia this child is going to need someone who's levelheaded."
Lizzie looked at Darcy cupping his face with her left hand.
"Elizabeth have I ever told you that you might have a little to much faith in me?"
She nodded chuckling.
"Darling, you need to start seeing yourself as the person you are because you right now are amazing. Not only as a husband but already as a father."
Smiling at Lizzie, Darcy kisses her forehead as he places a hand over lizzie's bump.
"Love?" Darcy moved to rest his head on top of Elizabeth's, as she wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you fo-"
"You're welcome Darling." William could feel Lizzie's smirk as they sat there in each other's arms,
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"Because I don't need to know." Chuckling to himself, Darcy started to hum a tune known all to well by the both of them as they sat with eachother awaiting their next adventure.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, More to come
Characters: Jack Kelly, Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon, Elmer (Newsies), Mush (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Romeo (Newsies), Mike (Newsies), Ike (Newsies), Medda Larkin
Additional Tags: Modern AU, Child Abuse, eating problems, Slow Burn, if I can
Summary:
Jack's new foster brother is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, with a cat. Race could really use a break from his home life. Everyone is an asshole.
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A/N: Dean has to chose between saving Sam or his little sister. The story follows the fallout from his decision.
Word Count: 1,563
Warnings: Angst
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You and Sam looked around the hallway you were standing in; there was nothing special about it. Just a hallway of what appeared to be an abandoned factory. Glancing over at Sam, you nodded at each other, silently communicating that you should move.
The two of you were looking for Dean who had been taken by a djinn who fed off of fear. Sam had killed it a day ago but Dean never woke up, which led to where you are now; walking in Dean’s nightmare, trying to find him so that he could wake himself up.
You had just turned the corner when you heard a voice chuckling from what sounded below you. Sam heard it too because he looked at you before walking to the railing to view what was going on below you.
Your eyes widened as you took in the scene; the dream’s version of you and Sam were each tied to a chair while Dean stood five feet in front of you. A man, a demon with black eyes showing, stood off to the side a few feet away.
“The hell?” You heard Sam say next to you.
“What is going-” You began but stopped when you heard the demon begin to speak.
“Alright Dean, choose. Do you want to save your brother, the one you raised and spent your entire life looking after.” The demon paused, “Or your little half sister who you didn’t even know about until the apocalypse? Your choice.” He said while handing Dean a gun, “You better choose quickly, otherwise I might just kill them both.”
Holding the gun in his hand Dean kept looking between the dream versions of you and Sam.
“Dean would never choose.” Sam said while standing next to you, “He’d rather shoot himself; come on.” Sam grabbed your hand and began to pull you, however the two of you stopped when you heard the dream Sam begin to speak.
“Save Y/N Dean, I’ll be fine. We’ve both died too many times. Save our sister.” Sam begged Dean.
Dean stood there, staring at the gun, “I’m sorry Sam.” Dean said, shaking his head, his voice cracking as he looked up at his brother, “I can’t.” Slowly raising the gun up Dean pointed it at you.
“DEAN! NO!” The dream Sam yelled while fighting against his restraints.
“Dean, no. Please no.” The dream version of you said as you began to cry, “De please.”
“I’m sorry Y/N.” Dean said as a tear fell down his cheek, “I can’t-It’s Sam.”
“And what am I?” Dream you asked.
Dean didn’t respond, instead he aimed the gun, “I’m sorry.” He said as he pulled the trigger. The dream version of you went limp in her chair while the dream Sam screamed and fought to get to you.
“I’m so sorry Y/N.” Dean whispered while tears streamed down his face.
Next to you Sam stood in shock, his mouth agape.
You clung onto Sam’s hand as silent tears flowed down your cheeks.
Dean had to choose who to save; he chose Sam.
“Come on.” Sam said as he gripped your hand and pulled you along with him. You descended the stairs, making loud noises which caught Dean’s attention.
“Y/N? Sam?” He asked, glancing back and forth between the real you and the dream versions.
“It’s a dream Dean.” Sam told him, getting straight to the point, “It was the djinn, it fed off your fear. We killed it but you gotta wake up.”
“Y/N?” Dean asked, looking at you, but you refused to make eye contact, instead you were staring at the dead version of yourself.
“Dean!” Sam yelled, “You gotta wake up! It’s not real!”
“It’s not?” Dean replied, confused.
“No, if you wake up this will all be over.” Sam told him.
“No it won’t be.” The demon said, cutting into the conversation. Suddenly the dream version of you and Sam were moving, once more grabbing Dean’s attention.
“He can’t just wake up.” You said silently.
“What?” Sam questioned in an annoyed tone, he just wanted to get out of there.
“With-” You cleared your throat so you could speak stronger, “With Charlie the only way Dean and I got her to wake up was if she faced her biggest fear. Dean has to choose to kill the dream version of you instead.”
“That’s-” Sam began but Dean stopped him.
“She’s right, Charlie had to let her mom die before we could wake up.” Dean said sadly.
“Okay, so...shoot the dream version of me, not me. The one tied up.” Sam clarified while pointing at the version of him who was strapped in the chair.
“Sam, I don’t know if I can.” Dean said sadly.
His words tore at you, he had no problem shooting you in his dreams but he couldn’t shoot Sam.
“Dean, just do it. Y/N and I will be in the other room, just, hurry. The longer we’re here the worse you’re getting.” Sam told Dean before grabbing your hand and walking into another room of the factory.
Once Sam closed the door he instantly brought you into his arms, holding you tight. You gripped him back as you tried your hardest not to break down over the fact that Dean would always choose Sam over you.
As if he already knew what you were thinking Sam kissed your head, “I can never, and will never, choose between you two. We will all die before I hurt either of you. Dean, he-he could never-” Sam didn’t get to finish his sentence because a gun going off in the other room interrupted him.
Suddenly you woke up in the motel room that you had been staying at during the case. Sam shot up as he awoke and looked over at you, “You okay?” He questioned. You simply nodded your head before looking next to you where Dean was sleeping. You had refused to leave his side after you had saved him, choosing to sleep next to him just in case.
Now it all felt wrong.
Being there felt so wrong.
How could you stay when your own brother was willing to kill you if it meant saving your other brother.
You were staring down at Dean when his eyes slowly opened. He was disorientated at first, but as his gaze locked with yours it all came rushing back to him.
The djinn.
The dream.
Having to choose between saving you or Sam.
How he always saved Sam.
“Y/N...” Dean said as he sat up.
“Take it easy Dean.” You replied softly as you helped him lean back against the headboard.
“How long was I out?” Dean asked.
“About two days, we were starting to get worried.” Sam told him as he came to stand next to the bed.
Dean placed his hands on his face before moving them to rub his hair, “God it felt like longer. I had to choose so many-” Dean began but stopped himself when he realized what he was confessing.
Sam tensed when he heard Dean’s words, he had lived through that more then once, meaning Dean had continuously chosen to kill you rather then to kill Sam.
You felt your heart drop at Dean’s words, “You had to choose between me and Sam so many times, right?” You said in a quiet voice.
“Y/N, I-I.” Dean started but he didn’t know what to say.
“It’s okay Dean.” You told him softly, “Sam’s your brother, I’m barely even your sister.”
“No. Y/N, no it’s not that.” Dean said sternly but you just shook your head.
“It’s okay.”
“No Y/N, it’s not okay. You mean so much to us, you’re our sister. Half sister, hell even if dad wasn’t really your father, you are still our sister. You mean as much to us as we mean to each other.” Sam told you as he looked you in the eye, but you only shook your head.
“No, I don’t.”
The next morning while Sam was on his run you got out of bed, having opted to sleep with Sam instead of Dean like your normally do it was easier to sneak out of bed and move around without waking the oldest brother. As quietly as possible you grabbed your stuff out of your bag and changed in the bathroom. Quickly throwing your belongings back into your duffle, you placed your phone on the motel table before hiking the bag further onto your shoulder.
“Where are you going?” Dean’s groggy voice asked you.
Turning to look at him you saw that his eyes were still closed, “I’m gonna go get breakfast. Sam’s on his run and should be back soon.”
“M’kay.” He responded, “We’re gonna have to talk about it today, you know that right?” He asked sleepily.
“I know, just go back to bed.” You told him.
“Mhmm.”
Assuming Dean was done talking you opened the door but stopped yourself from walking out when you heard his voice again, “You are my little sister. I promise you, you’ll never get hurt when you’re around me. My dream, it’ll never happen.”
“We’ll talk about this later Dean.” You said angrily, you didn’t want his apologies, you didn’t want anything, you just wanted to put as much space between you and Dean as possible.
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in which , riley hadent seen her sisters girlfriend whom she had liked since eleven.. what happens when a family trip comes and they see eachother once again?
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RILEY RANORIE had been inlove with her sister's girlfriend ever since she had been eleven years old.
paige has always been around, the whole ranorie family loved her — i mean attended all of paiges games. kissed the ground she walked on.
her older sister ramona and paige had been dating since freshman year in highschool.. — they argued all day, all night.
hushed whispers . voices low when people walked by in hallways or hell even in paige's dads jeep.
and then somehow, minutes later they were right back in each other’s space like nothing ever happened at the ripe ages of fifthteen.
and they knew to hide it well so to everyone?
they loved eachother which wasnt a lie but a perfect couple? hell no.
ramona was perfect.
she was a star ballerina , her name kept the family close and alive attending play after play.
she lived the life you would see in movies.. just not the lesbian part.
homegirl was beautiful. her grades? outstanding she applied herself and you could always tell she put time into herself.
riley could see why paige loved her and why they became what they became.. paige was an exception.. paige turned ole ramona out. ramona wasn't gay. she was in love with paige.
riley loved ramona to. who didn't love ramona ranorie.
riley wasn’t much different. just… quieter.
she was an anxious ball of nerves, her stutter making everything she said feel harder than it should’ve been.
people were drawn to her at first — something soft about her, something gentle.
but she’d throw you off just as fast.
still, riley was sweet. she always was.
RILEY REMEMBERS when she met paige , ramonas freshman year.
paige was coming over after school toto watch movies and just be paige and ramona maybe take photos ? i dont fucking know. and her dad would get her after work,
this particular day riley was sick at home and the living room was her dungeon. had a bowl of chicken noodle soup on her right , dayquil to her left — ginger ale + her heated blanket over her head her fresh dominican blowout fucked and whatever nickolodian would come on.
the lights were dim and riley felt like she was dying. riley was halfway chowing down the homemade soup when... she heard jeys jingile and laughter then revealed a very pretty cacausian , she had her pin straight blonde hair free, white lebron big slam shirt, blue shorts white nike crew socks and her multicolored vans.
rileys eyes widened the eleven year old had never seen someone so gorgeous in her life.
the girl didn't notice riley as she was to busy toeing off her shoes and laughing with ramona but she finally turned and with a quiet oh noticed riley.
they had never met before. just heard eachother on facetimes and riley heard her parents talk about her. but wow. words didnt do justice.
"you alive?" her southern voice teased.
ramona noticed to. she tilted her head. riley did look like death.
riley blinked quickly licking her lips pulling the blanket tighter over her skinny body , "i.. i.. yes .. j.. just sick." she finally breathed out.
paige walked up to her and riley was hit with this scent of detergent , paige placed her hand on rileys forehead like she had known her for years.
yall just met today.. but okay.
paige frowned. "ur burning up." she surveyed.
riley nervously shrugged her braces sticking out.
paige raised an eyebrow , ramona came from the kitchen handing her a fresh cold glass of orange juice. "wheres mom and dad?" she asked , unintentionally cleaning up rileys mess of a living room throwing away plates ect.
riley sighed , "m..mommys at the grocery store.. d.. dads....a.. at .. nanas house." she managed.
paige glanced at her
paige removed her warm palm, "i hope you feel better riley.. we can stay down here with you?" paige suggested turning to ramona who was opening a window , hands on her hips , one hand putting a lock of hair behind her ears which really cool she had three piercings.
holy fuck. she knows rileys name.
yes because of ramona but let her be delusional.. she is eleven this the the sexiest fourteen year old shes ever seen okay?
ramona looked back, "yeah." she agreed with a nod. , "oh by the way.. paige.. riley.. riley paige." she gestured between the both of them.
riley was still in lala land when paige glanced back at riley with the most gentlest smile. riley waved braces caught between her lips.
they stayed down stairs with her, ranona being strict and making riley wash her hands with every sneeze, just being a big sister.. refilling her drinks feeding her.. paige getting to know riley asking about her favorite shows. it was.. a day.
that night paige hugged her sick and all.
it never left rileys head.
as they got older they grew a bond,— ramona and paige had went to uconn together still having that perfect couple persona. riley abd her parents moved to conneticut to be closer to ramona.
paige and riley didnt talk much at first.. and fhen?? during sophomore year paige would literally talk to riley all the time. they would play fortnite .. bake.. and now? around paiges senior year she got badly distant.
maybe the draft? her and ramonas fights?
it hurt riley. to her core. so riley eighteen years old decided? she would stop trying to with paige. i mean she really is just her sister in law.
well this year is the ranorie family's cabin trip.
and paige bueckers will be in attendance.
RILEY PULLED into the cabin with a sign. she could faintly hear her parents laughter.
riley wore her white tube top, her green baggy nike sweats pants her hair was fluffy and placed in a low ponytail sunglasses low on her nose.
this trip was gonna be three whole days.
she didnt wanna see paige. and she damn sure didnt have time to hear ramonas mouth.
being back in minnesota was fine. it was just.. to many memories in minnesota.
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ꕀcontains jujux!domfem. smut. fluff. f3cesitting. juju being juju. biceps.
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in which , jazmine happened to be scrolling on insta and she saw her boo showing her biceps.
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JAZMINE WAS minding her business okay? she had just got home from her swim meet. beat the opponent team. she didnt think when she was scrolling on instagram and just liking and just scrolling past everyones dump she would see her girlfriend flashing her biceps!
when she saw it she scrolled past it she immediately scrolled back up.
now jazmine knew.. yes her girlfriend was focusing more on her arm work with this torn acl.
but holy fuck. never in jazmines nine months and twenty five seconds of being her girlfriend she thought would see that yummy yummy ass muscle she personally loved jujus legs she loves when juju lets her rid— nvm.
she saw juju naked half of the time. they literally showered together last week and you mean to tell me juju was hiding allat?
jazmin , locs freshly retwisted now in a low bun she wore some neon pink lace panties had on one of juju's big ass team usa t shirts.
she patiently waited. and waited.
she sat butterfly position on the couch her freshly clipped nails fighting to masturbate to it, her pussy was practically aching at this point.
she tried to focus on the vampire diaries but honestly all she could think about was seeing her girlfriend.
FINALLY SHE heard the keys jingle and the door click open the pain pattering outside. jazmine smirked. "hi my love." juju calmly greeted — shooting her keys in the bowl making it in with a clink.
juju's toed off her turbos and jazmine finally stood. and when jaz saw juju she was a deer in headlights.
juju , bun low. red nike compression tee that hugged her b cup, black sweatpants and as always.. her white nike socks.
genuinely does she wear any other socks?
jazmine opened her arms with a big smile. juju squinted raising an eyebrow but she walked slowly over towering over jazmine arms warm wrapping around her womans waist.
jazmin sighed taking in juju's cocoa butter smell.
weirdly.. her sweat smells good.
her hands wrapped around juju's neck and she let out a gasp of suprise as juju lifted her up effortlessly.
"ju!" jazmine whispered in suprise. juju smirked. "hm?" she hummed , hands cradling her ass as jazmines legs were tight around juju's trained waist.
"ur knee—!" jazmine began her hand gently strokly jujus face in a worry , "shh" juju hushed leaning in gently pressing her lips to jazmines.
there kisses were quiet over the rain. jasmine sighed into jujus mouth tlting her head stroking the nape of juju's neck , head falling back lazily.
juju started to inch down to iazmines neck placing gentle kisses with her glossed lips thanks to her woman.
jazmine smiled. "i saw u flexijg ur biceps.." she hummed from pleasure.
juju huffed in jasmines neck. — "you did?" juju calmly asked as her grip tightened on jazmines ass.
the brownskin licked her bottom lip before gently taking the back of jujus head and pulling it back to make eye contact.
juju hooded soft admiring her. , "can i bite it?" jazmine asked her doe eyes widened stroking jujus neck.
juju puckered out her lips with a squint.
why is jazmine like this..
"bite it?" juju questioned.
jazmine nodded.
juju looked stunned for a second. but she got turned on. she thought about it for a second looking away pondering her life decisions before looking back at a very pretty jazmine and nodding.
jazmines pearly whites came out showing all thirty two her head slowly went down and she took a bite of her girlfriend muscles.
juju didn't since of pain she just watched her bite into the thick muscle she did a quiet whimper at the stinging sensation— when jaz pulled away and kissed her bite mark she looked at juju blinking slowly with a head tilt, drool trinkling at her mouth.
juju at first was reluctant. but now she was badly.. badly turned on.
jujus eyebrows slightly furrowed, "baby.." she whined. jazmine hummed at her name being called.
"youre drooling."
"you want some?"
juju submerged her bottom lip in a bite before nodding slowly.
jazmine got down from jujus hold taking her wrist gently , juju blinked slowly letting herself be led to the bedroom
jazmine pushed juju's shoulders back and jujus knees buckled and she layed back softly on the mattress.
jazmine straddled jujus lap , she took jujus jaw gently she maintained eye contact even tho she was nervous out of her ass especially feeling juju rub on her thighs , her thumb rested on jujus bottom lip.
she watched jujus long pink tounge dart out lazily jazmine gathered salvia in ber mouth then let a thick warm glob touch jujus tounge.
juju closed her mouth with a swallow followed by a hum of pleasure.
jazmine leaned down to jujus three whole pierced ears , "i want.. to sit on ur face baby.."
juju shivered, "okay." her hands moved up to jazmines ass with a gentle squeeze at the fresh.
HERE THEY were , jazmine was naked , her belly button piercing glinting in the moonlight. juju still had on her sports bra but her black panties were thrown. on the floor.
the brownskins heart thumped. she had only ever sat on jujus face once.. she here freshman year. and it felt amazing. juju shouldnt know how to eat pussy like she does.
jazmine straddled juju's toned face kness sinking into the mattress on both sides of juju's head.
jujus hooded eyes fluttered up at her. lashes wet she took jazmines beautiful pussy in. it was trimmed and the prettiest thing juju seen.
the 5'2 girls sore pussy inches away from jujus glossed lips , jujus hands slid up jazmines ass to guide her to her mouth.
slowly jaz lowered herself, the touch made the woman shiver. juju's hot breathed over her clit than thw wet press of her tounge.
jasmine gasped rocking slowly forward as juju's mouth took her in jujus tounge swirled around the bud gripping tighter on the womans ass.
jazmine felt every wave of pleasure shoot through her spine.
"fuck yes just like that ju.." jaz moaned , freshly clipped nails going down to jujus hair for leverage. she settled more of her weight thighs made for judeas face.
her ass covering jujus cheeks and nose with dripping slick, juju down below hummed of pleasure from how good the woman tasted.
jazmine felt her stomach turn to knots as juju sucked and licked her clit back to back
juju smacked her ass slightly urging her girlfriend to go harder. jazmine groaned rolling her hips in circles chasing her cum she knew was coming..
jaz wet doe eyes fluttered as she looked down at jujus hooded eyes. — "youre so good for me baby.." the brownskin cood a moan following not to short.
the sounds of jazmines slick loud over the sounds of deuce eating in the kitchen.
jazmine road a few more strokes , her moans in rythem with jujus tounge as then? she stuttered holding jujus face as she stopped her shaky breathe loud cum rushed out of her and her body shaked, juju held her there licking her through the aftershocks.
JAZMINE HAD slid off with the held of juju and rolled over pulling the covers over her and juju, bodys.
juju glistened lips smirked at her watching jazmine curdle on her chest her hands stoked down jujus biceps as juju gently kissed her head.
jazmine closed her eyes. her pussy still throbbing with a nice sensation.
"i really like these biceps." she hummed.
juju snorted looking down at her stroking her sweating edges with her manicured index.
"you do?"
"mhm."
juju sighed with a slight click of her tounge. "well it takes alot of weight lifting to get em.. so you should start tomorrow."
jazmine opened her eyes squinting at juju.
juju laughed before jazmine rolled over now annoyed.
