#xblack reader

"head just a spin, liquor spill to the floor!" it was sudden when a warm presence suddenly found it's way to your rear end, crotch meeting your ass. a gasp falls from your lips before you quickly spin around to confront the person who decided to invade your personal space. all the breath inside of you is stolen as you make eye contact with the dark skinned man, his eyes searing into your skin and making your body suddenly grow warm. What nelly said? it's gettin hot in here. standing over you in his whole 6'4 glory, onyankopon jackson glares down at you with furrowed brows and an amused smile. your eyes drop to his bare chest gently tracing over the tattoo that rests above his collar bone that reads 'faith' paired with a gold ankh chain. your body's reaction to his presence is astonishing, thick thighs clenching under the material of your shorts, your skin suddenly tingling under the heavy assessment of his eyes and the hairs on your body standing at attention. it's as if your body recognizes his presence—which it does, even when you first met, you were immediately drawn to him. weird. eye contact has always been something you valued, something that ony knows as he continues to peer down at you with his deep bourbon colored eyes. was it possible to get drunk off of eye-contact? as if he knows what he's doing the god-sent man quirks a thick eyebrow at you, flashing you a small smile and allowing you to glimpse at his pearly white teeth, sharp canines slightly teasing you. begging you to run your finger along it's sharp edges. why did everything about him have to be so perfect? "whatchu doing bending all a that ass over in front of these people?" he finally graces you with the deep timbre of his voice, words falling off of his lips like sweet nectar. your eyes immediately drift to his plump lips, handing on to each syllable that leaves his lips as if they could somehow sate your deep desire. suddenly he leans down so his lips are beside your ear, big greedy palms latching unto the naked skin of your waist. "you showin out?" it takes everything in you not to moan at his sultry tone, a shiver racing down your spine and a new wetness pooling in the seat of your bathing suit. ony draws back, smirking at the way your lashes flutter from the effect he has on you. sucking your teeth you fold your arms over your chest, a way to somewhat gain your composure before looking up at the man from beneath your lashes. eyelids dragged down from the effects of mary-jane and brown irises swimming in pink. you're cute trying to act intimidating in this state. "bending what ass—boy please i'm not even doing too much." he hums, amused by your sassy mouth. a hand comes up to toy with the strings of your bikini top that rests between you breast, slightly tugging on them. "mmm, where that demented ass white boy you got?" he means reiner. it's hard not to give a reaction to the nickname that he conjured up from him, but at the same time you don't blame him. reiner is part of the reason why you two stopped speaking, after one too many arguments that revolved around you and ony's closeness. you remembered the day, reiner gripping you too hard and ony seeing the bruise which ended up in a bloody fist fight. after that you had to sit the dark-skinned man down and explain why the friendship wouldn't work out due to the respect you had for your relationship. granted the blond had an abundance of issues but he had every right to feel paranoid about the ‘friendship’ you and ony had. the multiple stolen glances and subtle touches that you two shared when you thought no one was looking, it was enough to drive the man up a wall.

that’s in the past though. you’re broken up now and the man is in therapy—he also has a sweet caring boyfriend.

you hit ony’s in his chest, not moving your hand from the firm muscle after. “that’s ignorant. he has dissociative identity disorder and he’s bipolar, he is not demented.” ony smacks his lips together while rolling his eyes with a nod of his head, not at all interested in a thing that you’re saying.

“mhm, yeah. crazy-ass. where he at?” the look he gives you after he asks that question makes you know that he knows. he knows that you and reiner broke up—but he's trying to be slick. twisting your lips, you give him a look. sleek eyebrows raised and almond eyes narrowing a bit. the smile that he flashes you, all teeth real pretty, only confirms your assumption. he knows. "don't play onyankopon, you want something ask for it." that's one trait he loves about you, you're bluntness. though it makes you have a bit of a smart mouth, he doesn't love you any less. the grip he has on your hips tighten and he begins to sway you to the music, spinning you around so that your back is to his chest. his crotch in line with your ass. your bodies move in sync, a slow whine slowly turning into desperate grinding. he brings his lips to connect to the side of your neck, trailing kisses up until he reaches the skin just below your ear and sucking. you feel yours knees buckle immediately, acrylic nails pressing into the muscular arm that wrapped itself around your middle, trying your best to stifle the moan that threatens to be released. "tryna love on you tonight, you got let me?" your hips don't stop moving. you can feel how hard he is, how his cock strains against the material of his swimwear, begging to be let free. you push your ass against it deliberately, smiling cutely when you hear his retaliating groan. his hands tighten against your hips—forearms bulging in an effort to hold his composure. "cut that shit out before I bend you over right here. m' not playing with you." it's a threat but you're pussy gushes at the thought, ony knows as much when you look at him over your shoulder. eyes all bright and shiny, and your plump glossed lips parted like the idea of that wouldn't bother you. 'shit she tryna kill me.' he shakes his head with a scoff, grabbing unto your arm. before you know it you're collecting your things from your friends and waving them a shy goodbye as ony drags you to his car. they give you knowing looks with a cheeky grin, knowing that you have been waiting for this for a long time. you can feel the adrenaline and arousal rush into your veins with each step you take. it makes you feel a bit shy. you don't think you've ever wanted anyone as much as you want ony. when you both reach ony's black mercedes, you're hesitant to go inside. suddenly becoming aware about the things you're about to do after yearning for him for so long. you shift on your feet as ony opens the back door, quickly scrambling to get inside so you don't seem weird. you're suddenly sobering up when he enters the backseat, sliding in beside you and closing the door before looking at you with half lidded eyes that roam your figure. "you good?" "mmm, nervous." if ony wasn't so close to you he would have missed the words that fell from your lips. he's quick to grab your hips and plop you in his lap, squeezing your sides reassuringly. "don't gotta be nervous, mama. we don't have to do anything." you're immediately shaking your head, grabbing onto his shoulders with a pout. you need this. "I want to on'. you're just a lil intimidating." the dark-skinned man sighs as you rub the nape of his neck. your body grows warm as he uses his thumbs to rub circles into your hip, both your nose rubbing as you lean closer. he doesn't make the first move, waiting for you to take the initiative in case you change your mind. it takes you a second before you lean in, connecting your plump lips to his plush brown ones. the high that you felt before doesn't compare to this. you push all your love and devotion into his mouth, opening up so that his wet muscle can explore. sighing when he sucks on your tongue and tilts your head so he can kiss you deeper. so that he can make you feel his passion. you kiss until you're out of breath, moving away from each other with labored breaths, forehead connecting as one. you shift on his lap so you can get comfortable unconsciously rubbing your pussy against his cock, which grows harder by the minute.

the groan he lets out gets you wetter and wetter, it makes you feel a little concerned. ony swears you want to kill him when you bite your lips and grind against him, your pretty breast jiggling slightly as you continue to move against him making his mouth water. "yeahhh. hump that shit, baby." he guides your hips, lifting up to meet you halfway sending a pleasurable shock throughout your body. as you continue to rock ony kisses you. they trail from the corner of your lips, to the plump of your cheeks, your forehead and finally to your lips. you grip his shoulder tightly as his cock bumps into your clit, letting out a broken cry. "on, want you." he chuckles gruffly. weren't you the one who was nervous a minute a go? "m'right here mama." you shake your head, curls bouncing as you continue to move in his lap, connecting your lips to his. "n-no, ony. I want you, inside." ony sucks in a breath suddenly becoming weak to you. he's quick to set you beside him, kissing your sweet mouth when you cry out a protest. his fingers find the band of your shorts, sliding them down your legs with a heavy breath. he can only describe what greets him as heavenly. your thighs spread, and in between them lays your sweet fat pussy puckered up in the material of your bikini bottom. with his bottom lip tucked into the top row of his teeth he slides the material to the side, licking his lips when he finally sees your pussy. it winks at him invitingly, sticky residue pushing out of it slowly as he runs a finger through it, his eyes meeting yours when you let out a pretty gasp. toes curling from the simple touch. "this what you been keeping from me?" he whispers, fingers moving up and down along your slit. hypnotizing him. "fuck, you this wet just for me?" you let out a little 'mhm' unable to conjure up any sentence. with a quick move ony has your bottoms off, moving in between your legs so he can have more access in the cramped space. he presses a finger into you and you sigh, body slumping against the seat of his car. your hands move to your breast, removing them from the material of your top to toy with your nipples. "put it inside, ony. please I need it." he's quick to comply, sleeping his finger in with ease and moaning at the warm spongy feeling that greets him. your pussy gushes around his finger as he plunges it in and out, another one moving to rub at your little nub. "you so fucking pretty, shitt look at that." he speeds up all while rubbing your clit, making you let out a breathy moan. the sound causes him to rub at the hard-on that strained against his pants, a raspy groan leaving his lips from how pretty you sound. breaking apart from some simple finger fucking. "you get this wet for that crazy-ass white boy?" he mutters, looking up at you as your face twist in pleasure. if you didn't feel so good you would have smacked him for that comment. a hot mouth find its way to your jaw, nipping at it meanly. "hmm? asked you a question baby." you're shaking your head with a gasp, turning your head so you can kiss him while your fingers twirl your now erected nipples. "mm-mm, only for you on'. p-promise-oh!" you choke on your words, trembling slightly as the brown-eyed man adds another finger to your wet cavern. repeatedly plunging in and out, while his thumb rubs against your clit. instantly your back arches off of the seat. ony feels as if he can cum from this alone. watching you break apart on his fingers, grinding desperately as you chase a relief. his brown eyes darken as he watches the way you squirm, your nipples pulsing under the abuse of your fingers. it makes him smile "mhm. shoulda had you like this when you said that dumb shit about distance. hurt my feelings baby. tell me you sorry?" his name falls from your lips in a whine and gasp, trying to make sense of what he was saying as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. it doesn't help when he manages to speed up his motions again, your hands one preoccupied with your breast now latching onto his arm. "s-shit. ony, please!" a squeak leaves your lips as he br

brings a hand down to swat at your sloppy cunt harshly. teary brown eyes meeting his deep brown bourbon coloured ones as you repeatedly nod your head. “what I say?”

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry, baby please!”

you’re body is restless beneath his as you hiccup on moans and grind on his hand. knees knocking against his head as you arch your back the deeper he reaches in your safe heaven, pretty plump lips molding into an ‘o’. it’s beautiful—your beautiful. ony thinks this moment will be stuck in his head forever, how could it not?

a strained breath leaves his lips as he tilts his head down to look at where your leaking all over his fingers. you begin to clench down on them, letting ony know that you’re close. “you there mama, hmm? you so fucking pretty.” his eyes have hearts in them, and his hips twitch against the seat of the car. he needs to be inside you.

“cmon beautiful, know you’re them. lemme see you gush around my fingers.” the heat from his touch burns into you’re skin, almost marking you. you’re desperate to feel it, desperate for him to sink into you and take you.

“I am onya, p-promise you am.” he smiles at that. his beautiful fucked out girl.

it takes one final thrust of his fingers for you to come undone, an addictive moan flying from your lips. broken, beautiful.

you feel as if you could melt into the seat of onyankopon’s car, as if you’re floating away on a cloud of pleasure. your hips lift up into his hand and your nails leave indents in his arm, it’s a wonder they haven’t broken off.

ony moves the curls from your face and leans down to capture your lips in his, breathing you in as he continues to pump his fingers into you. allowing you to ride out your high.

it takes a second for you to recollect yourself, breathing heavily as you come down from your high. you’re suddenly startled when you feel a small tap on your ass, slowly opening your dreary eyes to see ony looming over you.

he’s so beautiful. his forehead shines with sweat as his chocolate eyes meet yours, having you in trance. his gold chain moves with his chest as it heaves and his abs contract with each breath that he takes. “you okay?” your head feels heavy but you nod anyway.

“mhm,” you reach out from him, twisting your fingers into his chain to pull his lips against yours, tapping the back of your foot against his back. “want you to fuck me.” he shivers at that and you smile coyly. blinking up at him through your lashes as he clenches his jaw and exhales through his nose.

with a scoff that sounds dangerously close to a laugh he swats your ass two times which causes you to gasp and giggle. “slow your ass down. this dick ain’t going nowhere but inside you.”

you bite your lip, reaching out your hand to slip it under his swim-shorts until you feel his cock jump against your hands. he says nothing, only watches you through lidded eyes, bucking his hip into your hands.

“you’re so thick, on.”

and he is, you can barely wrap your hands around it. from what you can feel too he’s long, you have to wonder if it doesn’t hurt. will it fit inside you?

your both moving, adjusting your position so it doesn’t feel cramped. ony pulls down his shorts and his dick springs free, slightly twitching when he gives it a pump. you admire it for a second, you're assumptions were right. it is long—but it's pretty. the tip is pink, with angry veins trailing down the pretty brown skin and into a neatly trimmed bush of hair. your mouth salivates at the sight, immediately imagining what he would taste like. before he can catch you quickly avert your eyes, trying your best to hide a smile. he tilts his head against the seat and looks at you. “i don’t have a condom.” suddenly shy from the attention he gives you, look down at your hands in your lap and rub your lips together. “can’t you pull out? i’m clean.”

the man huffs a breath, laughing lowly. he swears that he must be dreaming, there’s no possible way that this could be real. he takes a moment to look at you through narrowed eyes, watching the way your hands twitch as if to reach for him.

“shit…come here.” he reaches for you, smiling prettily at the way your hands eager climb his lap. “ready?” his hands rub your ass comfortingly, deep brown eyes softening as they take you in. you nod reaching for his hand that holds youur waist before you begin to sink down, down. hissing slightly at the stretch.

“fuuuckk.”

pulse racing you look down at the dark-skinned man, his beauty is blinding as his face twitch from the pleasure. your hands latch unto his shoulder to seek some form of solidity before you begin to move, only to be stopped by the firm hand planted on your hip. “gimme a second mama, feel like im bout to nut.” he grumbles, tilting his head back and letting out a deep breath. you giggle at his reaction, watching him smile with his eyes closed and giving you a quick swat to your ass.

“mm, you ain’t gon be laughing when you pop out a baby in nine months.” your giggles cease immediately, and ony lets out a hiss when he feels your cunt clench around him. he opens an eye to look down at you in disbelief. “shit, fucking freak. you like that?” he smirks when you nod your head, leaning down to kiss you at the corner of your lips.

grinding his teeth, ony takes on more deep breath before he shifts his hips, bucking up into you. you’re not given a moment to recover as he holds your hips down and begin fucking up into you. “don’t worry, mama. In due time.” it’s a promise, he’s serious as he seals the deal with a kiss and another thrust of his hips.

your head drops into the junction of his shoulder between his head and neck as you let out siren-like moans and whimpers. you let him know how good your feeling, and claw at his back when he hits a specific spot. “r-right there baby, you feel sooo good.”

his pulse speeds up when you lick his neck, groaning when he feels you beginning to fuck him back, bouncing your body against him. “yeah, making you feel good?”

your tummy clenches with each sharp thrust he delivers, moans never ceasing as he gives you pleasure again and again and again.

“mhm! thank you ony..” you’re babbling now, jerking against him harshly as if you were malfunctioning from all the pleasure you’re receiving. he can’t complain, he isn’t any better with your snug pussy hugging him so tightly.

it was if you were made for him with the way you clamped down on him, allowing him to ravish you the way he pleases. your body is lax in his grip, relaxing under his touch.

he would even go as far as to say it recognizes him.

It wasn’t that it was a secret. Honestly it really couldn’t be, being a Mensa member is public record. But you also didn’t broadcast it anymore.

You were smart, incredibly so and you had been your entire life. It was your preschool teacher who suggested the test to your parents. She thought you’d benefit from skipping a few grades but your parents need to test you first. Your entire family had been thrilled at the idea of a little genius being amongst them and when the results came back, the excitement intensified.

Your intelligence suddenly became an unexpected party trick. Parents, Grandparents, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins and even friends began showing off your skills to other people.

At age six when most kids are stumbling their way through first grade, learning how to read and write proper sentences. You were not only learning but mastering algebra and reading entire novels in a week.

At age seven your teachers began complaining. Believing that elementary school wasn’t the place for you, so your parents pulled you out of school all together. Signing you up with all kinds of tutors and private teachers. Then in hopes of keeping you somewhat social your parents began signing you up for community clubs and local sports teams. Pushing you to interact with child your own age. It didn’t work out very well. Every playdate, game, or event was met with resistance and tantrums from you. So they stopped trying.

At age eight money got tight. The any savings your parents had was going towards furthering your education. It was tense, and you started spending a lot of time at your grandparents while your parents fought. Your grandmother who had previously been a librarian, gifted you your first ever library card. Books became your best friends, relying on them to keep you company rather than people. People were confusing, unpredictable, unnerving. Books were easy. Each one had a beginning, a middle, and an end. A protagonist and an antagonist. You knew what to expect from them.

By age nine you were a high school graduate. That same year also came with an official diagnosis. You were autistic, suddenly every ‘quirk’ or ‘weird thing’ you did made sense to your family. But the world made even less sense to you. Then that ‘party trick’ of yours grew stale. Family members who used to look at you with pride when you would recite your favorite monologues from memory now looked at you with pity. As if they thought you were sick. As if they thought you were suffering.

With that diagnosis came your family’s favorite cop out. One you absolutely hated. Where you were incredibly book smart, you were terrible with people. Social situations made your skin crawl. Suddenly it felt like every day was a walking performance from the moment you woke up until you went to bed at night.

At age ten your grandfather introduced you to plays. Told you about actors and actresses who got to pretend to be someone else for just a little while. And to you it sounded like a dream come true. So you became invested, spending every waking moment you had researching, reading, watching plays. Dissecting movies and tv shows. Continuity became a passion project. Any moment you had to focus on anything else felt like a personal attack on the psyche.

Between the ages of eleven and sixteen your grandparents began taking you to free acting seminars. Comedy shows, improv classes, creative writing lectures. Some for kids some of them open to all ages. Script writing became an outlet for you and as it would turn out, people actually found you to be incredibly hilarious.

Over the next several years you would go to college to get multiple degrees and certificates in:

•Play & Screen writing

•Technical Design & Production

•Directing

•Flim Studies

•Cinematography

And of course to make your mother happy, you also got degrees in Business, Social Sciences, and Psychology. A fall back plan she called it, in case my “play write fixation” didn’t amount to anything.

Eventually you stumbled upon StarKid Productions, where you work from 2018-2023. During that time you were completely behind the scenes. You barely spoke a word to anyone unless you had to. To nervous about saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It was at StarKid that you met your best friend.

You and Angela quickly became inseparable. She never minded that you didn’t always make eye contact or that sometimes talking was hard for you. One days when you wanted to just listen she’d talk to you for hours, on days when the world got to be to much. She’d sit quietly on the other end of the couch and just exist with you.

When Angela started working at Smosh, you saw her less. But then in 2023, they had an opening for a new writer. So you joined her at Smosh. The atmosphere of the office was nothing like you had ever experienced before.

Suddenly you were in this space that felt comfortable. It didn’t feel like you were taped on top of an already perfect picture, it didn’t feel forced, or scary. It felt like home in a way that finally made you realize what home meant.

In that space, you met Damien. Quickly connecting with him on a different level to your connection with Angela. You fell for Damien so fast that you didn’t even realize he’d fallen for you too. It took you both months to realize the attraction was mutual and when you did, you went on a date.

Damien took you to the zoo where you guys spent the whole time rattling off animal facts. After the zoo you went to the planetarium, queue even more info dumping. The date was finished and a quiet little hole-in-the-wall cat book cafe, where you had the best sandwich of your life. You became official pretty soon after that.

Around the end of 2024 was the first time you showed up in a Smosh video. It was a livestream sketch event where fans instantly seemed to latch onto you. They loved your personality, your jokes, and your relationship with the cast. You weren’t on camera much after that, appearing mainly on Smosh Mouth or Reddit Stories. But fans absolutely adored you.

All of that lead to today. You didn’t have much to do today so you were sort of hanging out around the office. Helping with costumes, helping cast members write TNTL bits, going over camera angles, busy work.

That was until about an hour ago. Spencer had to go home because he wasn’t feeling well and they needed someone to fill in on an Beopardy video. You were hesitant at first, given that up until now this was the only Smosh show you hadn’t done yet. But you knew fans had been requesting it and it would be with Damien and Angela. So you said yes.

“You’re gonna do great.” Damien smiled bumping his shoulder against yours reassuringly and you nodded. You sat in between your boyfriend and best friend at the black table with a red buzzer in front of you.

And now remember how you said your IQ wasn’t a secret? It isn’t! Honest, but you also hadn’t broached the topic with anyone in years. People you met just thought you were smart and people who knew about your degrees just thought you were motivated.

“Yeah, just have fun.” Angela added before Courtney who was directing the video announced that filming would begin soon.

“Hello and welcome to another episode of Beopardy!” Shayne announced causing everyone in the room to cheer. He gave it a moment before he introduced us.

“The theme of today’s episode is…Are you smarter than the internet. Where our contestants with answers trivia questions about random categories picked my our editors. Today we have Damien!”

“Hey, I’m Damien and I’m pretty good with facts.” He shrugged earning scattered applause and laughter from the audience of our co-workers behind the camera.

“The ever mysterious but always wonderful, Y/n!” Shayne announced and you waved at the camera letting out a shy hello.

“And finally, you know her, you love her! Angela Giarratana!”

“I am so excited to be here! Hi!” Angela practically yelled as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders. You leaned into her touch pressing your head against hers with a smile.

“Today our categories are: Pop Culture, Sports, Smosh Lore, Decades, and Nerd Out Trivia.” Shayne explained before quickly going over the rules and the game began.

Half way through you were currently in second place. Damien had 1000 points, you had 950 and Angela had 800.

“Uh, can I do Smosh Lore for 300?” You asked and Shayne quickly pulled the card off the board.

“Which cast member currently holds the record for most Beopardy wins?” Shayne read out and Damien quickly hit his button.

“Damien?” Shayne asked and your boyfriend tilted his head in thought before hesitantly guessing a name.

“Is it Courtney?” Shayne shook his head and Angela pressed her buzzer

“It’s Chanse!” She exclaimed immediately

“Y/n?” Shayne said signal that it was your turn to guess.

“Is it Angela?” You thought out loud, the girl beside you immediately looking at you with wide eyes.

“No way!” She denied only for Shayne to laugh and her head immediately snapped towards his direction.

“It’s not me!” She yelled so Shayne turned the card around to reveal her name printed on it.

“OH MY GOD! This is so crazy!” She shrieked completely surprised by this.

“Um I’ll do Nerd Out of 200.” Angela laughed nervously. You watched as Shane reached for the card, reading it in his head before he read it out loud.

“Which country has the most islands in the world. Bonus points if you can give me a number.”

“What?!” Angela exclaimed slapping her hands on the table in shock. The question wasn’t one any of us would realistically know. But oddly enough, you knew it.

Hesitantly you pressed your buzzer with a shy smile.

“Y/n?” Shayne announced causing Angela and Damien to look at you.

“Sweden. And it’s like 220,000 I think.” Shayne’s eyes widened at your words and he nodded his head.

“That’s correct!”

“How did you know that?!” Angela exclaimed while Damien smiled proudly in your direction. You only shrugged not having a real answer. You’d read it in a book once and just never really forgot about it.

“Pop Culture for 100?” You asked

“What is the best-selling book series of the 21st century?” Shayne read and all three of you were quick to press your buzzers.

“Who was first?” Damien asked as you all looked over to the camera.

“It was Angela.” Courtney replied after going back to check the footage so everyone then turned their attention to her.

“Um, I want to say like twilight or something but I feel like that’s wrong so I’m gonna say….Harry Potter?” She nervously suggested

“It is Harry Potter.” Shayne agreed

“Last question, Smosh Lore for 500.” Shayne announced grabbing the card and reading it over.

“Okay so this is absolutely insane! Not even I knew this fact.” He laughed causing the three of you at the table to lean forward in anticipation.

“Which members of Smosh became one of the youngest members of Mensa International at just 3 and a half years old?” Shayne read out and you felt your entire body freeze. It wasn’t a secret, you weren’t hiding it. But suddenly the idea of everyone knowing felt light a giant weight on your chest.

“We have a Mensa member at Smosh?!” Damien gasped excitedly.

“Wait what’s Mensa?” Angela asked confused as she looked around for clarification.

“It’s a nonprofit organization for people in the 98th percentile of IQ. They are as close to genius as you can get. Gosh I wonder what their IQ is. Man that’s so cool.” Damien rambled his hands moving to cover the wide and incredibly excited smile on his face. You noticed Shayne studying you and you hesitated. You knew that he knew it was you, your name was printed on the card in his hands. Of course he knew it was you. You could practically hear your heart beat in your ears as you began tuning out Damien’s excited rambling and Angela jokes about it secretly being her.

Your hands clenched then unclenched repeatedly as you took a deep breath before pressing your buzzer.

“It’s me.” You announced and suddenly the room went quiet.

“It’s you?!” Damien practically squealed, you nodded your head as Shayne turned the card around so everyone including the camera could see it.

“Yeah, I uh, my IQ is 146 so like 16 points higher than the minimum Mensa requirement.” You explained. Nervous about the response you’d receive. Sometimes it’s positive other times not so much.

“So you’re like a Stuff Expert?” Shayne joked, laughter filled the room and suddenly all the tension left your body.

After the video was posted and word traveled through the office, Shayne’s joke actually became a running bit.

‘The Stuff Expert’ became a character you would play on Bit City and several other Smosh segments. A quirky scientist who loved talking about random facts whenever possible. You also became a regular of Beopardy, sometimes it would be you verses the rest of the cast or crew in special episodes called ‘Are We Smarter Than A Genius’. For episodes you weren’t in a new rule had been implemented where they could phone an expert one time per episode.

Funny enough, they didn’t even phone you every time. Sometimes they’d call Damien, or Spencer, or even Ian. Now instead of being a ‘Party Trick’ it was just you having fun with your friends again.

This thing that you had formerly been ashamed of was suddenly a super power again. You were a whole person at Smosh and not just a brain.

It was nice, it was comforting.

Sooo I kinda forgot my idea for this like halfway through, that’s why the ending kinda sucks.

I was in a writing flow state and then I got interrupted, then suddenly the idea was gone. 😅

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You fire.

The shot rips through the room, deafening, the bullet slamming into the wall just inches from Baz’s head. Plaster explodes. Dust rains down. Cath screams from somewhere down the hall.

Craig flinches back hard. “Jesus Christ!”

Your ears ring, but you don’t lower the gun. Your hand is steady. Too steady.

“That’s not the point!” you scream, chest heaving, eyes wild. “You don’t leave him. You don’t ever leave him!”

Baz stares at the smoking hole in the wall, then back at you. His face is pale now. Real fear, not anger.

“He was late,” he says, voice tight. “I had to go. Would you rather both of us be locked up?”

You step closer, gun still raised. Close enough that he has to tilt his head to look at you.

“You let this happen,” you say, quieter now, and somehow that’s worse. “You made a choice. And you chose yourself.”

Your finger tightens on the trigger again. Craig moves, slow, hands up.

“Hey. Hey,” he says carefully. “This isn’t—”

You turn the gun and smash it down into the coffee table instead, hard. Wood cracks. The recoil jolts up your arm. Pain blooms, sharp and hot.

You don’t react until you feel it.

Blood drips from your palm, splattering onto the floor. Not much. Enough.

You stare at it like it’s someone else’s.

Baz takes a step forward. “You’re bleeding.”

You look up at him, eyes glassy, furious, devastated. “Good.”

Your voice drops, hollow and wrecked. “Maybe now it’ll hurt the way it’s supposed to.”

The room is dead silent. No one moves. No one breathes.

You lower the gun at last, your arm trembling now that the adrenaline’s fading.

“He trusted us,” you say. “And you left him.”

You turn away before anyone can stop you, blood trailing behind you as you walk down the hall, shoulders squared, spine rigid, already breaking apart where no one can see.

You, Baz, and Deran were going over the job, tossing around ideas even though you weren’t going to be joining them. Your input was still sharp as ever, and they knew it.

“Wow,” Smurf said, glancing at J. “I’d step over you if I saw you in the gutter.”

You laughed, and you couldn’t deny—he looked like absolute hell.

She continued, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Hope that means you slept well, baby.”

J nodded, still half asleep. “How about those sheets, huh?”

His confused eyes turned toward you all. “Five hundred thread count,” Baz answered. You added with a grin, “Just tell her you noticed.”

“They’re great. Thank you,” J said, a shy smile finally breaking across his face.

“Only the best for my boys,” Smurf said, then glanced at you. “And girls.”

You blew her a quick kiss, and she winked in return.

Smurf turned back to juicing. She told J to grab something to eat, and you muttered under your breath to Baz and Deran, “Think he’s actually gonna do it this time?”

“Hell no,” Deran whispered, earning a chuckle from you.

And then… Craig stormed into the kitchen. Naked. Completely.

You froze, and then just shook your head.

He rounded the island, yanking the juicer out of the wall. “What’d I say!? If you woke me up again—huh!?”

“Just do it already,” you muttered, trying not to laugh.

“Do it already, man,” Deran chimed in, smirking.

Craig spun toward you all. “Yeah? Yeah? Where’s that hammer?”

You slid it out from under your seat, rising to your feet. “Here.”

“Can’t you just smash it on the floor?” Baz egged him on.

Craig’s eyes narrowed. He knew you weren’t taking him seriously. “Oh, you don’t think I’ll do it? No, I'm gonna do it!”

The chaos unfolding in front of you felt like a reality TV show—ridiculous, absurd, but oddly entertaining.

Eventually, Craig calmed down and set the juicer back on the counter. This became a morning ritual, and you couldn’t help but grin at how predictable it had gotten.

You set the hammer back on the table as J politely declined breakfast. He had school to get to, apparently.

What a weird kid. Lord knows you’d skip school for a good meal, no questions asked.

“Your mom just died, man. Free pass,” you teased, leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, there’s a six-foot left at San Onofre,” Smurf added, still cutting fruit. “Isn’t that right, Craig?”

Craig nodded, sipping his drink. “Should be killer, man. You should come.”

“You surf?” you asked J.

“I get by,” he shrugged.

“Are you guys going too?” he asked, pointing to you and Baz.

“No,” Baz said, nursing his drink. “I stayed the night. Gotta check on my kid later.”

J nodded in understanding. “I gotta do some shopping, but might stop by.”

“Oh, give my love to Cath and the baby,” Smurf added.

“Will do,” Baz replied.

You scratched your head, letting out a small sigh. “Smurf…”

She hummed for you to continue.

“Is it okay if I borrow your Jag?”

Silence.

The kitchen seemed to shrink. Only the sound of Smurf chopping fruit filled the air. Everyone else exchanged wide-eyed looks.

“Yeah, of course, baby,” Smurf said finally.

You raised your eyebrows, a grin tugging at your lips. 1 in a billion chance—and you got it.

“Seriously? How come when I ask you say no?” Craig whined, and you mimicked a crying baby, smirking as everyone laughed.

The morning chaos carried on, but for once, you felt like you had the upper hand—and it felt damn good.

Your legs dangled off the edge of the roof as you sat beside Deran, the hot shingles warming your skin. J hovered just behind you, hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets, watching everything like he was afraid to blink and miss it.

Baz dove first.

A cheer ripped out of your throat before you even realized it. You pushed to your feet as Craig climbed up to join you, cracking his neck like he was about to perform a sacred ritual.

“Let me show you how it’s done real quick,” Craig announced.

You rolled your eyes. “Day’s not getting any longer, is it? Hurry up.”

Deran scoffed, already moving. He sprinted, launched himself off the edge, and sliced clean into the pool.

“Please,” you said, brushing imaginary dust off your shoulders. “That was weak. Watch how the queen does it.”

You worked the crowd shamelessly, arms in the air, soaking in the noise. Smurf joined in from below, clapping and shouting, “You go, baby!”

You leaned toward J, voice low. “Watch how the professionals do it.”

He scoffed, but there was a smile there now. Real. Unguarded.

Down by the pool, out of your earshot, Baz glanced up at the roof. “You sure she should be up there?”

Smurf didn’t answer right away. Her eyes tracked you, measuring. Calculating.

“She’s been alright today,” she said finally. Then, firmer, like she was convincing herself as much as him. “She’ll be alright.”

You backed up to the far end of the roof, heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with the jump. You took a breath, then another, letting the noise wash over you.

Run.

Your feet slapped against the shingles as you picked up speed, a yell tearing loose from your chest as you launched yourself into the air. You tucked, flipped, and hit the water clean.

The pool erupted. Cheers, splashes, laughter.

You surfaced grinning, slicking your hair back as you swam over to Baz. “Can’t beat that,” you laughed.

He shoved you under the water, just enough to make a point.

You popped back up and swam toward Cath, lifting Lena onto your shoulders. She squealed, grabbing onto your hair as you steadied her.

“Look, Lena,” you said, pointing up. “J’s gonna go.”

The chanting started immediately. Loud. Relentless.

J stood on the roof now, nerves written all over him. Deran hyped him up from the side, shouting encouragement he probably didn’t even hear.

Craig stepped behind J.

Then ran.

J barely had time to yelp before Craig tackled him, both of them disappearing over the edge and crashing into the pool together.

Water exploded everywhere.

You laughed so hard your chest hurt, Lena shrieking with delight above you, the house alive for a moment like nothing bad had ever touched it.

And for just a second, suspended between noise and sunlight, it almost felt true.

Your phone rings for the fifth time, and by now the sound feels like it’s drilling straight into your skull.

You grab your purse from the passenger seat, fingers digging through it until you find your phone. The screen lights up.

Two missed calls from Smurf. One from Craig. One from Deran. One from Baz.

Your jaw tightens.

You scroll through the texts, thumb moving faster the more you read, until one message stops you cold.

Deran: y/n, please. It’s an emergency.

Your chest tightens. You don’t hesitate. You hit call.

He picks up on the second ring.

“y/n—y/n, where are you?” His voice is tight, rushed. Not panicked. Worse. Controlled.

You straighten instinctively, like he can see you through the phone. “Why? What happened? Is everything okay?”

There’s a pause. You hear him breathe out.

“Yes and no,” he says. “Just—when can you get here?”

You put him on speaker, fumbling for your seatbelt as you start the car. Your hands are already shaking, though you don’t know why yet. “I’m at my place. I can be there in six minutes.”

Silence.

Too long.

You glance at the phone like it might explain itself.

“Deran?” you say.

“Okay,” he finally answers. His voice cracks just slightly. “Okay. Just hurry up.”

The line goes dead.

You stare at the screen for half a second before tossing the phone onto the seat. Your heart is pounding now, loud in your ears, every instinct screaming that something’s wrong.

Really wrong.

Your mind starts racing, filling the silence with worst-case scenarios. Craig. A job gone sideways. Blood. Sirens. Someone not breathing.

You shove the car into drive and pull out hard, tires chirping as you speed toward the house.

Whatever’s waiting for you there, you already know one thing for sure.

They didn’t call you like this unless it was bad.

Your heels clack against the pavement as you step out of the car. The sound is sharp, impatient, too loud for how quiet everything feels. You don’t lock the door. You don’t look back.

You cut through the garage and into the house, the air inside immediately wrong. Heavy. Still.

“Hello?” you call out. “Craig? Deran?”

Your voice echoes back at you, unanswered.

“In here,” Baz calls out.

You follow his voice down the hall, each step slowing without you meaning to, like your body already knows before your brain catches up. The living room opens in front of you and you stop dead at the bottom of the stairs.

Everyone is there. J. Craig. Deran. Baz. Smurf.

All of them turned toward you. All of them too still.

“What’s going on?” you ask, the words thin, stretched tight as wire.

No one answers. No one needs to.

Your eyes catch on him like a snagged blade.

Andrew. Pope. Alive. Real. Sitting there like he never vanished from your life, like six years didn’t rot away in concrete and steel. Like you didn’t carry his absence in your mouth every time you breathed.

The room tilts.

Your stomach flips so hard it feels violent, like betrayal, and before you can stop it you’re folding in on yourself, hand braced on your knees as you retch. Whatever you ate earlier comes up ugly and burning, splattering onto the floor. You gag again, dry this time, your body trying to purge something much deeper than food.

No one moves. You can feel them watching.

When you finally straighten, your mouth tastes like acid and shock. Your hands are shaking. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, eyes still locked on him.

Pope looks at you like he’s been punched clean through the chest.

And just like that, everything you buried claws its way back to the surface.

Smurf rushes over to you, murmuring, “My poor baby,” as she guides you away. Her arm wraps around your shoulders, steady and practiced, and you let her lead you without resistance. Your eyes never leave his. Neither do his leave yours. Three years and nineteen days. No letters. No calls. No proof he still existed outside your head. Just the thin, stupid hope that one day you’d see him again.

Smurf brings you into your bathroom and sits you down on the toilet. She wets a rag and gently wipes your mouth and chin, cleaning the bile from your skin. You don’t flinch. You don’t help. You just let her do it, like you’re somewhere else entirely.

Everyone knew about you and Pope. How close you were. How tightly the two of you were bound. How close he came to losing his mind when you were laid up on a hospital bed, half-dead and not waking up. Smurf knew it better than anyone. She liked it. Two destructive people orbiting each other meant leverage. It meant she knew exactly where to press if she ever needed to break you.

You don’t hate Cath. You actually like her. You watched Lena when Cath couldn’t. Took her out, spoiled her, pretended things were normal for a few hours at a time. But none of that erased the resentment sitting heavy in your chest. You knew Cath cheated on your brother. That wasn’t what poisoned you.

It was who she cheated with.

Pope.

And that was something you would never forgive. Because you knew he loved her. And now that he was back, it felt inevitable. Marriage. A life. Something solid you were never meant to touch.

Smurf notices the distance in your eyes and smiles softly. “Oh, honey,” she says, smoothing your hair, “you know Pope loves you. Don’t let Cath stop you from getting what you want.”

Your eyes lift to meet hers

You don’t answer. Your gaze drops to your hands, to the scar that still carries too many memories to count. Your thumb brushes it once, absent, like you’re checking it’s still there. A quiet sigh leaves you before you murmur a thank you and step past her, heading back into the living room.

Eight eyes snap to you the second you enter. You can feel it, the way they look at you like you’re either made of glass or wired to explode. A fragile doll. A ticking bomb. Maybe both. The urge to leave claws up your throat, sharp and immediate.

Then you hear J mention something about going to his girlfriend’s place.

“C’mon,” you say, already moving. “I’ll drive you.”

J turns, mouth opening, probably to refuse. You cut it off before it can breathe. “I don’t care. Get in the car, Joshua.”

You don’t wait for an answer. You don’t look back. Somewhere behind you, you hear Baz tell him to just let you drive, but you’re already walking through the garage, the sound of your footsteps louder than anything else in your head.

The drive to Nicky’s house was quiet except for the click of the blinker, the distant honks, radios bleeding through rolled-down windows. On any other day, it would’ve been calming. The water to your right, salt in the air, the road stretching easy and familiar. On any other day.

J sat stiff in the passenger seat, stealing glances like he was waiting for something to break. The way his eyes kept flicking to you started to crawl under your skin.

You pulled to the curb and put the car in park. The engine ticked as it cooled.

You turned toward him with a slow breath. “Is there something you wanna ask me?”

He swallowed, eyes dropping to his hands. “No. I mean—” He hesitated, then looked up. “I was just wondering if… if you’re okay.”

You stared through the windshield for a beat, then leaned forward, resting your forehead against the steering wheel. Your fingers tightened around it.

“Pope was like my guard dog,” you said quietly. “And I was his.” You straightened just enough to speak again. “We didn’t go anywhere alone. Ever. If I was breathing, he was nearby.”

Your voice didn’t shake. That almost made it worse.

“The night I got shot,” you continued, “he was ready to die right there with me. If I didn’t make it, he didn’t see a point in sticking around.”

You turned your head slightly, catching J from the corner of your eye. “You love Nicky?”

“Huh?”

You leaned closer, your tone sharpening. “Do. You. Love. Nicky?”

He blinked, startled. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

You studied him for a long second, then nodded once. “Good. Then don’t ever let her doubt it. If you love her, you show her.”

You leaned back and started the car.

“Call me if you want a ride home.”

J nodded, muttered an “okay,” and climbed out. You waited until he shut the door before pulling away, the road swallowing you whole.

"Hold still." You spoke softly as you grabbed the G6, carefully afraid even breathing on it would cause it to snap in half, leaving your boyfriend probably having a seizure on the ground with no warning.

Okay, maybe you were a tad bit stressed about it.

You turned over to your zoned out boyfriend, it almost seemed like the steam from his hot shower was projecting off his body.

You sighed.

"Blue." You spoke softly and he swiftly turned his head to you, his kind eyes filled with love tracing over your face.

He trusted you so much.

You inhaled as you turned his damp body manually to the side, your nails ghost over his already expired CGM, you grabbed his muscular arm tightly in order to keep it steady.

You applied an appropriate amount of force and pulled out the G6, you hard a sharp inhale of air from his clenched teeth.

"You've been doing this for years, Blue." You tease him, as you grabbed the fresh G6.

"Don't hurt any less!" He argued, his charming accent giving his voice a deep, attractive cadence. You cleaned the previously occupied spot with an antiseptic wipe.

You chuckled, sitting on the couch on your knees. You bit down on your lip hard, in concentration waiting for a familiar CLICK. Like the ones you heard your boyfriend or Dixie do.

"S' not that serious sweetheart." He spoke softly, his eyes softly gazing at you.

"Oh, yes it is!" You argued. "You could have a seizure, or slip into coma. If this doesn't go in." You grunted, finally hearing that familiar CLICK giving your body the feeling of immense relief. You hear a wince from Blue, as he probed at the moniter.

"Oh, you big baby!" You teased hitting him with the manual, softly. A soft sprinkle of water hits you with each motion.

"Least I wasn't stressin'." He mumbled.

You chuckled, as you discarded of all the trash.

"You were brave." You smiled, mockingly as you laid a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled against your lips, as he returned the soft kiss.

You wipe off some transfered droplets off your head and continue to clean up.

“hmmm..dammit, I can’t sleep”. You thought to yourself. Here you were just staring up at what you’re assuming is the ceiling in the somewhat darkness of your bedroom. The only light is coming from the moon through the curtains. Turning over on your side the red numbers *5:33a.m* stare back at you…damn.

You tried the old tactic of counting sheep.

That didn’t work.

You tried counting backwards from 20.

That..didn’t work.

You looked over to the man sleeping so peacefully, who looks so comfy with one arm behind his head the other on your hip..Levi Ackerman. “damn him!!!” A jealous thought popped in your head. How dare he right?

*gurgle gurgle*

“What the fuck…great..I’m hungry” you thought. “Ooh we do have chips. And dip. Omg” a small giggle bubbled out but you quickly covered it with hand. “Ok operation Get a late night snack without waking your boyfriend go!” You’ll workshop the name later. The first part is getting out of bed without waking him. Easy. Slowly you shimmied your body closer and closer to the edge of the bed, trying to stealthy move his hand off your hip.

Thank god he wasn’t gripping it like usual.

Once you felt his hand slide off you kind rolled onto the ground and waited. Holding your breath trying not to breathe to loud so you could listen. Levi shifted a little in bed mumbling something then started softly snoring again.

Phase 1 completed now onto phase 2: sneaking out. After the coast was clear you stood up and as quietly as you could tip toed toward the door. Despite not loving the idea of sleeping with the bedroom door open you were thankful it was tonight. Levi insisted the door always be open just in case they needed to escape for whatever reason or a burglar. “Whatever” that thought actually slipped from your lips…oops.

You quickly covered your mouth, hands shaking slightly. You couldn’t believe that just happened!! Standing still as if that would help if Levi woke up you didn’t a muscle, just watching to see if he would.

Coast was clear.

With that you put a little bit more pep in your sneaky steps and made it out the bedroom, down the hall (still covering your mouth) until you were in the safe zone. The Kitchen. Quietly you grabbed the bag of sour cream and onion chips from the pantry along with the dip and walked over to the kitchen table to sit and enjoy your late night prize.

Was it crazy to sit in total darkness while munching chips? Probably. But you didn’t care. Right as you were about to eat another..

CLICK

the room was suddenly as bright as the sun, you jumped in the chair while still holding the dip covered chip to your lips…and saw you were caught red headed. Levi stared at you with the most disappointed, annoyed, and sleep deprived expression.

“Are you fucking kidding me. Ya look like a damn raccoon in the garbage. Idiot” his arms folded his chest. “Fuck are you doing? It’s 6:am” honestly what could you say? Your heart was beating fast.

“Why are YOU awake at 6am?!” You tried to redirect the conversation

“Because my wife isn’t in bed. She’s in the kitchen being a feral animal” he huffed.

“Oh..WELL…I was hungry baby!!” You whined dramatically. You looked at the chips then back at him and slowly pushed them toward him on the table. “want one? We can forget this happened and never speak on it if you join me..” Levi just sighed heavily and sat at the table. To your surprise he actually did eat one as he continued staring at you.

“Come back to bed. Now. Brat” he stood up and turned toward the hallway. You stood up still holding the bag of chips.

“Without the damn chips! if you bring those to bed and get crumbs in it you’ll be sorry”

“Ugh fine” you pouted then stuffed three more chips into your mouth before putting them back in the kitchen then followed him back into the bedroom.

Mission accomplished.

“GIRLY POP” you laugh as you roll your eyes getting out of your bed to meet Jack down stairs in the living room. “What’s up Jack, how was filming?” You asked while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands on your ass while he kissed all over your face. “It was good, happy we’re almost finished finally” he said sitting the two of you on the couch with you on his lap facing him.

“I have a surprise for you though.” he explained with his hands outlining your hips. Confused you tilt your head  “A surprise, what is it?” “Well since I've been working and stuff I decided to rent out a cabin for a couple of days, it's big as hell and it has a lake and hot tub so get ready for some late night adventures” Gasping you pull him into a hug pressing a kiss onto his lips. “You didn’t have to do that Jack I would have just enjoyed your company here.”  

Shaking his head he lays a kiss to your cheek “It’s fine we need this and you deserve it baby, thank you for sticking by me through this.”, “I packed of a bunch of clothes for you, all we have to do is get in the car.” “Jack be foreal are we really going to a cabin right now?” you asked, thinking this was too much to be true. You remembered how one time he told you that he was taking you to a disney cruise but in reality he took you to a beach and taught you how to ride a surfboard with a Mickeymouse head on it. 

You really hope he was being serious because you were not trying to have your time be wasted. “This isn’t the “disney cruise, okay, we're actually going to a cabin” Nodding your head you decide to trust him. Getting up you two made your way to your bedroom to make sure he didn’t forget anything, surprisingly he didn't so you guys made your way into his white tesla and are now on the road. The ride wasn’t super long it was about an hour. On the way there you guys talked a lot. You were able to tell him about what's been going on at work and with your friend group. 

He told you a little about the movie and about new music that he wanted to make and some celebrity gossip which was very entertaining. As the ride came to an end you pulled up to the cabin that was surrounded by trees and a lake in front of it the sunlight reflecting onto it beautifully. You also noticed how there were already two cars in the driveway. Turning to Jack you ask him “Are there already people here?”, “Yeah you know I had to bring my people with me.” 

Rolling your eyes you buckle your seatbelt back in. “Take me back home.”, “What do you mean?, let go inside.” Shaking your head you respond “No i’m not going in there. I don't feel like being surrounded by a bunch of people whether they're your friends or not.” Sighing Jack ran his hands down his face before reaching over and unbuckling your seatbelt. “Comon don’t do this right now the same way you say you haven’t been able to see me they haven't been able to see me either it wouldn’t be fair to them or you. “

“I really don’t care Jack, you should have thought about that before you did this, now look at you.” Groaning Jack turned toward you, his hand covering your thigh. “Why are you acting like this any other time you have no problem hanging out with our friends, now all of a sudden you don’t want to be around them? You really make no sense to me.”  

“I could literally care less about anything you're talking about right now, take me home or i’m going to get an Uber” you started unlocking your phone and going to the uber app right before you felt your phone being snatched right out of your hands. “Your not getting a fucking uber and i’m not takin ungrateful ass home ethier so deal with it.” “I’m ungrateful because I want to spend alone time with you? Whatever.” You said crossing your arms against your chest. 

“You wanted to be alone with me baby?” Jacked asked  as he ran his hand up and down your thigh your breath heightened as you feel his rough hands on your smooth skin. Looking straight ahead you say nothing, not wanting to give in too easily. “Huh. You don’t hear me speaking to you?’ he asked as he reached over, unbuckling your shorts that you had on along with your panties. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to talk, I'll get something out of you one way or another.” Using his hands he moves your body towards his seat to where the back of your head is now  facing the window and you're sitting sideways in your seat (a/n I really hope this makes sense since the reader is facing Jack instead of being across him.) 

With your bare core out Jack spreads your lips with his fingers before he closes his mouth around your clit, his tongue moving in a regular speed causing your head to tilt as you covered your mouth with your hands so no sound would escape from you. Jack saw this and moved his tongue against you faster as you used your other hand to grip his hair pulling him closer to you as your hips moved at their own pace meeting Jack’s pace with his tongue. 

The need you had to moan was unbearable. Your body felt hot as you could hear your boyfriend’s tongue move against you which caused you to get even more turned on as you felt your body start to shake. Two fingers enter you as you meet Jacks eyes as plunges his fingers in and out of your before his takes your cliit in his mouth again feeling you come undone against him as you gasped for air. 

He didn’t care though not even when you tried to pull him away from you he kept going. “Jack stop, baby i’m done!” you said as you felt him licking up the creamy substance that had escaped you. “You done fighting with me y/n?” He asked his head now laying on your stomach ,you nod still trying to catch your breath. “C'mere and sit on my lap pretty.” He commanded, pulling his seat all the way back unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out of his boxers. 

Reaching over you put both legs on the side of him straddling him as you guide the head of his cock into your entrance. You both sigh as you ease him inside of you, missing him inside of you. Grabbing your hips Jack moves you along his cock make you take all of him and when you got all the way inside of you he threw his head back with his eyes closed shut. 

“C'mon give it to me Jack” you pleaded as you moved your hips toward his thighs starting to burn a little bit. “Fuck this pussy is way to fucking good to me pretty.” he groaned as he started to move his hips from under you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you attach your lips to his neck as you feel him starting to twitch inside of you. 

“Your going to make me cum so hard baby fuck” he exclaimed when he felt you cleching around him as you were appraoching your second orgasm. “Cum inside of me, fill me up with all of your cum” you said as you started to cum squeezing your eyes closed until you saw white feeling Jack fill you up with his cum as you tried to to control your breathing. 

Jack rubs your back and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. “Next, time we’ll go on a trip with just the two of us, I just wanted to be able to please everyone at the same time, next time I got you though, maybe we’ll actually go on a disney cruise this time” Hitting his chest you laugh as he places a kiss across your cheek.

*Ring*