imma keep you in mind

Jordan’s gaze, which was initially fixed on his phone scrolling through random Instagram profiles, snapped sharply back to the sidewalk as footsteps, soft but purposeful, punctuated the rhythmic hum of the late night, Marie.

She approached the group like a desert storm, gathering force with each step. Leather pants, black and unforgiving, hugged her curves and squeezed her legs beautifully like a second skin. Her sequined top, catching the soft light of the streetlights, shimmered like a constellation, each sequin a tiny shard of starlight. She finished her look with a cropped jacket and knee-high black boots that clacked loudly against the ground with each step she took.

Her locks, once loose and flowing, were now tamed into innocently fuckable pigtails, a stark difference to her outfit in Jordan’s opinion. And then there was the lipstick, that fucking red lipstick, staining her full lips in a perfect, inviting arch. It was a smile that promised secrets, whispered in the rustle of sequined fabric and the click of her heeled boots against the concrete. Jordan could only watch, mesmerized, as she neared. Time warped and stretched, the hum of the night fading into a distance. This wasn't the Marie he knew that stormed into Brink’s office, whose outfit was simple at best. This was a different Marie, unveiled, a stunning beam striding towards him under the moonlight, her beauty both breathtaking and unnerving.

She stopped in front of them, in front of him, her eyes, the color of molten chocolate, boring into his own with an intensity that threatened to shut him down at this very moment.

“Uh, that’s Jordan.”

Jordan's retort came instantly, laced with sardonic bite. "Yeah, we've met." He couldn't resist the jab, a tiny barb tossed into the simmering tension between them.

Marie, in turn, tilted her head, the playfulness in her eyes belying the sass in her voice. "You gonna reject me from this outing, too?" Her ruby red lips, curved into a teasing smile, daring him to play her game.

Jordan felt a grin tug at his own lips, the familiarity of their snarky dance igniting a spark in his chest. He met her gaze, his eyes sparkling with both heat and amusement. "I'd love to," he countered, his voice low and sarcastic, a delicious rumble that sent shivers down his spine before it even reached her ears.

"No, play nice or I will not share my drugs with you," Andre quickly butted in their little back and forth before it could continue. His voice, dripping with mock seriousness, painted the threat into a playful jab.

Luke coughed awkwardly, the tension draining from his shoulders. "Uh, come on. We'll take my car." He gestured towards the metallic gold expensive car, the only vehicle parked alongside the curb.

“So, this is a four-seater. Don’t know how the rest of you will manage but, good luck!” Luke chuckled, clapping his hands once as he went around the car into the driver’s seat, and before Jordan could fucking blink, Andre stole the front passenger seat yelling "shotgun" as he did so.

Jordan was left awkwardly stranded outside the car as Marie and Cate managed to get into the backseat without him noticing. He watched Marie and Cate's animated conversation through the back window. Their laughter cut through his mind annoyingly, adding to his growing frustration. He cleared his throat, the sound lost in the wind. "So why the fuck aren’t you and Luke sharing a seat?"

Cate, who was mid-sentence, whipped her head around leaning over Marie, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Because Luke wants to drive, and I want to talk to my new favorite person," she declared, gesturing grandly towards Marie who wasn’t paying any mind to Jordan. "And besides," she added with a mischievous look in her eyes, "the backseat wouldn't be nearly as fun without you."

Jordan's lips twitched, trying to suppress a snarky retort. But before he could respond, Cate had turned back to Marie, their conversation resuming easily as if Jordan wasn’t there. With a final, groan, Jordan conceded in defeat. He shimmied towards the backseat but with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Before anyone could react, he scooped Marie up, her surprised yelp muffled by the leather as he settled her onto his lap.

“Hey!” Marie's surprise shriek was swallowed by the leather seat as Jordan hoisted her onto his lap. She squirmed, a flash of annoyance flickering across her eyes. "Put me fucking down, Jordan," she hissed, low enough for only him to hear.

He arched an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Put you down where? Backseat space is limited unless you want to sit on the ground but we wouldn't want to wrinkle that pretty outfit. Besides," he leaned in, his breath warm against her neck, "riding on my lap seems like the VIP experience, don't you think?"

Marie huffed, torn between frustration and a grudging amusement that danced in her eyes. She wanted to say more, but the fight seemed to have left her.

Jordan, sensing victory, wrapped an arm around her waist, the leather of his jacket cool against her bare skin. "Thought so," he purred, the smirk on his lips daring her to challenge him further.

In the corner of his eye, he caught Cate's bewildered gaze flitting between them. Her brows furrowed in a silent question, but Jordan simply rolled his eyes, having no intention of explaining his actions.

From the front seat, André's booming laughter cut through the tension “Alright then fuckers, let’s fucking party!” He clapped his hands together, his enthusiasm infectious.

With a grin, Luke punched the gas, the sports car roaring into the dimly lit streets. Marie, nestled against Jordan, fell silent, her gaze fixed on the city lights blurring past. Then, with a subtle shift, she began to ease away, leaning back against Jordan’s chest and resuming her conversation with Cate. A slow grin spread across his face, pleasantly surprised by the turn of events.

This is going to be a fun night.

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The air in the VIP section buzzed with a luxurious energy. The group's laughter, muffled by plush upholstery and expensive perfume, swirled around them alongside the faint aroma of champagne and cigars. The pulsating beat of the club thrummed through the floor, vibrating up through Jordan's polished boots as he leaned back in his deep leather seat.

Warm, dim yellow light bathed the room in a honeyed glow, catching the glint of diamonds on delicate ears and the flash of gold and silver watches peeking from beneath tailored sleeves. Well-dressed bodies, draped in silks and velvets, swayed to the rhythm, their movements languid and seductive in the subdued light.

Jordan in his own red-and-black embroidered suit jacket that caught the amber hues, played absentmindedly with the sleeves of his jacket. His gaze, however, was drawn across the table, where Marie sat perched on the edge of her seat, shifting around restlessly. The confidence he’d witnessed earlier that night seemed subdued, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty in her deep brown eyes.

“You guys in?” Andre interrupted his thoughts waving a bag of powder in front of the group's faces. Jordan's eyes, predatory, instantly recognized the contents of the tiny translucent plastic. A smirk danced on his lips as he snatched the bag, fingers dipping in with practiced ease. The familiar powder sent a thrill coursing through him.

But before he could retreat into his own private paradise, Marie's voice cut through the haze. "Is that cocaine?" she questioned, her gaze sharp and wary.

"We finished all the coke. It's molly." Jordan replied to her with a smirk, eyes gleaming with a challenge of his own.

She stared at the bag, a storm brewing in her expression: apprehension battling curiosity, fear dancing with a bit of judgment from her eyes. The translucent bag of molly gleamed in the amber light, held loosely in Jordan's hand. Across the white table, Marie stared at it, a mini mental battle playing out behind her eyes.

From the periphery, Luke's voice interjected, a playful glint in his eyes. "Hey, I don't really mess with powders, but I do microdose shrooms." He shook a tiny plastic bag of his own, the contents barely visible in the light.

Jordan's grin faltered for a breath, replaced by a flicker of something sharper. He met Marie's gaze, the challenge still dancing in his own eyes. "So, what do you say, freshman?" he asked, his voice low and suggestive.

"Um… no, thank you." Marie chuckled a bit nervously, unsureness laced in her voice as she looked down, fidgeting with her fingers.

"You know, I could take my glove off and make you," Cate interjected teasingly. "I won't ‘cause I’m all about consent. But I could. So…" Cate smiled a bit "You should." she finished with a laugh eyes locked on Marie’s.

Marie caught between Cate's playful goading and the smoldering intensity of Jordan's gaze, felt a nervous chuckle bubble up. She wasn't a stranger to drugs (she tried weed once and fell asleep before she felt the effects), but she knew this was different. It wasn't just the white powder in Andre's outstretched hand, it was the unspoken game playing out around her, the electricity crackling in the air. Cate’s words hung heavy in the air, a test, an invitation if you will. Marie's lips tightened for a moment, then relaxed into a slow, sly smile.

She smiled a bit then laughed, seemingly convinced before licking her finger and dipping her finger into the powder now held again by Andre.

"Uh-huh." Andre encouraged as the entire group watched her dip her finger into her mouth and swallow.

The pulsating beat of the music vibrated through the group as they all cheered for her. Cate smiled, and a spark of mischief played in her eyes. With a playful giggle, she grabbed Marie's hand, her fingers twirling around Marie's like confetti swirling on a gust of laughter. "Now let's dance!" she declared, dragging Marie, whose cheeks were rosy, onto the dance floor.

Jordan sat rooted at the booth. His gaze, strong and unblinking followed Cate's and Marie’s path as Cate moved the two of them through the crowd, a mischievous glint in her eyes. His eyes drank in Marie. Her every flicker of movement, tracing the graceful arc of her neck, the sway of her hips, the way her laughter danced on her lips. A familiar hunger gnawed at his gut, a primal fire ignited by the vibrancy of her being. It wasn't just attraction, it was fucking territorial, a desire to claim the light she radiated as his own.

Then, as if sensing his focus, Andre's voice materialized beside him, laced with amusement. "I told you," he drawled, taking a sip from his glass as his eyes met Jordan’s over the rim of his drink.

"Yeah," Jordan's response was measured, nonchalant. He forced a smile, a thin, pale thing stretched tight over the simmering need that choked him. "She's cool."

Andre took a sip from his drink. “Look at that,” he muttered to himself. Jordan followed his line of sight. Andre was looking at a brunette sitting by herself at the bar. “I’ll be right back,” Andre quickly finished his drink before quickly getting up and making his way towards her.

Jordan chuckled a bit knowingly. Andre would not “be right back” and most likely wouldn’t be coming home with the group tonight. He watched him saunter off, leaving him adrift in a sea of noise and flashing lights. With a silent sigh, Jordan closed their eyes, letting the music wash over them. In the vortex of their desires, a familiar warmth bloomed, spreading through their limbs. They opened their eyes, and the reflection staring back from the shimmering surface of her drink was her short bob and a sly smirk.

The bass vibrated through Jordan's chest, each beat a low growl against her ribs. She swirled the amber liquid in her glass, eyes scanning the hazed dance floor. She craved the heat of bodies, the tangled limbs of someone lost in the rhythm.

But her gaze, as if guided by some cruel hand, drifted across all of the bodies. And then, landed on her once again. Marie. A fucking vision against the inky shadows, bathed in the warm glow of strategically placed overhead lights. There, she danced with an intoxicating disregard for any of the watching eyes. Her body swayed to the rhythm, a storm of controlled chaos. Each flick of her wrist, each twist of her hip, sent ripples of heat across the dance floor, reaching even Jordan in her secluded booth. It was laced with a sensuality that made Jordan’s throat go fucking dry.

Jordan looked around, catching the suggestive glances thrown Marie’s way, the whispers that followed her like a whispered current. A surge of… something possessive? jealous? Protective? – flared within Jordan. She didn't understand it, just felt it burn hot and bright, fueling the urge to pull Marie close, to claim her attention amidst the crowd.

The liquid in her glass suddenly tasted bland, metallic. She pushed herself out of the booth. The pounding bass vibrated through her shoes as she navigated the sweaty bodies, a path forged by her newfound hunger. This was a dangerous game, she knew it. Playing with fire, flirting with the same freshman she couldn't stand. But the potent mix of disdain, desire, and… whatever the hell else this fucking was, was an aphrodisiac, leaving her reckless and fucking thirsty.

With a saucy grin, Jordan weaved into Cate and Marie’s orbit, her smile an invitation. Her body, now a part of a canvas of shadows, moved effortlessly into Cate's swirls and Marie’s twirls. It looked like a dance of three but Jordan's gaze remained fixed on Marie. Jordan mirrored her steps, a playful copy of Marie's joyous dance. Their fingers brushed occasionally, a shock of electricity sparking between them, bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Cate, breathless and giggling, stumbled against Jordan, seeking her support. It was the opportunity Jordan had been waiting for.

"Why don’t you let me take over," Jordan murmured, her voice low as her gaze raked over Marie's body. Cate, eyes sparkling with mischief, easily relinquished Marie's hand.

"I'm gonna go find Luke then!" Cate yelled, her voice swallowed by the pulsating music and the laughter of the crowd. But neither Jordan nor Marie paid her a shred of attention. Their world had shrunk to the tiny space between their bodies, the music a mere background hum to the symphony playing out in their eyes.

Marie, a whirlwind of giggles and her shimmering top, spun around Jordan, her eyes sparkling like captured stars. "I've noticed you," she confessed, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass. "Watching me, I mean. I noticed you watching me."

The grin that spread across Jordan's face was as bright as Marie’s top shimmering in front of them. "Good. Wanted you to." With a playful tug, she pulled Marie closer, their bodies now pressed flush against each other. The air crackled with unspoken desires, the scent of Marie's perfume, a mixture of vanilla, wood, and something faintly… intoxicating.

The music faded into the background of Jordan’s mind, the molly (and the accumulation of the other fuck ton of drugs they inhaled) finally hitting them. Silence settled between them, comfortable, as they lost themselves in the rhythm of each other's bodies. Jordan spun Marie, a dizzying whirl that left her laughing breathlessly with her back flush against Jordan's chest. One warm arm circled Marie's waist, anchoring her, while the other danced a trail down her side, sending shivers skittering across her skin. It was a slow exploration, a map drawn with fingertips and whispered breaths. Marie mirrored the touch, her hand tracing a path up Jordan's arm, their fingers meeting in a brief, electric spark.

In the lights of the club, Marie's flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes glowed with an almost ethereal beauty. Jordan was adrift in a sea of beautiful sensations, the scent of Marie's perfume, the feel of her hair brushing against Jordan's neck, and the soft sigh of her breath escaping her lips.

The music continued its hypnotic thrum and Marie who was still clinging to Jordan like a vine to a tree, her voice laced with amusement, broke the silent spell Jordan was under.

"I thought you hated me," she quipped, her brown eyes twinkling in the light.

Jordan caught off guard, blinked the dazed feeling from her eyes. "Hmm?" she mumbled, their reply half-hearted, still basking in the afterglow of their dancing.

Her laugh, light and bubbly, tickled their ear. "I thought you hated me," Marie repeated, turning fully to face them, her arms playfully snaking around their neck. She tilted her head, her lips close to their ear, "You seemed annoyed with me yet now we’re dancing. Do you...like me now?"

The question, so simple yet so loaded, snapped Jordan back to reality. She realized with a jolt that they were still pressed together, her heart hammering against her ribs. With a cough, she quickly shifted reverting to their male form.

Jordan met her gaze, then drifted downwards. The heat radiating from her flushed skin was an invitation he could barely resist. "Never hated you," he mumbled, his voice husky with need. Each word lingered, trailing away like smoke as he dipped his head, planting a kiss on the silken curve of her neck.

The touch ignited something primal within him. He followed the line of her pulse with his lips, each kiss a burning question mark against the delicate skin. His teeth grazed the edge, leaving a mark that whispered promises and a hint of possessiveness. The thought of the bruising marks that would rise in the morning only fueled the fire in his veins.

"Can't fucking hate you," he breathed, his words a ragged confession against her skin. "Not when you're pressed against me like this." Every touch, every nibble, was a deliberate claim, a mapping of territory he now craved. He would blame his actions on the the drugs in the morning, but right now he wanted to– no absolutely needed to have Marie at this moment.

He didn't care about the consequences, not here, not now. All that mattered was the intoxicating press of Marie's body against his, the way her breath hitched with each kiss he placed on her neck. He wanted her, every inch, every sigh, and the fucking taste of her surrender.

The lust raging within Jordan couldn't drown out the sound of Marie's soft moan against his ear. He tore his gaze from the tempting column of her neck. Her pretty brown eyes, usually playful, were hazy, swimming with content and the molly.

"Everything looks so pretty," she murmured, her voice a wispy against the club music. Her eyes drifted, tracing the dizzying patterns of the club, before landing back on Jordan's face with a force that stole his breath.

"You're so pretty," she finished, her voice husky with an unexpected vulnerability. And in that moment, the hunger burning within him churned, flaring into something more.

He smiled, a soft curve against the chiseled contours of his face. Then, with a gentle hand cupping her chin, he tilted her face up, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both searing and fragile. The consequences, whatever they may be, could wait. Right now, all that mattered was the dizzying sweetness of her lips, the way her hands fumbled at his shirt, a mirror of the desperate need clawing at him.

His hands flowed downwards, finding their way to her ass before gripping her hard pulling her impossibly close to Jordan. His hands found their way to her ass before gripping her hard pulling her impossibly close to Jordan. Their teeth clashed against one another, his tongue easily slipping past Marie's lips when she let out a moan. "I need you," Jordan growled against her lips. The words were a prayer, a promise, and an admission all in one.

Marie's answer came in the form of a breathy moan against his lips.

His fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, skimming over the smoothness of her belly. Her skin burned under his touch, and the need for more was all-consuming. Jordan didn't know what would come of this, but right now, the taste of her lips was enough to silence the nagging doubts in his mind. His hands found their way back to her ass again before he broke away, his forehead pressed against hers. "You're mine tonight," he told her, the words a low growl against her ear. A promise of things to come.

She nodded, her eyes still hooded, pupils dilated with want. With his hands still on her ass, Jordan pulled her flush against him, letting her feel the hardness of his desire. Marie let out a moan, the sound sending a jolt of pure want to Jordan's already throbbing cock. He wanted her, right fucking now.

"Let's go," Jordan urged, his voice a low growl in the throbbing chaos. With a firm grasp on her hand, he pulled Marie through the dense tide, his movements purposeful despite the blurring effects of the molly. They weaved through swaying silhouettes, navigated around stumbling laughter, and skirted past puddles of spilled drinks with ease.

He didn't need to explain where they were headed. An unspoken agreement threaded between them, fueled by the electricity of their kiss and the insistent buzz of desire. He didn't hesitate, his steps guided by instinct as he led her towards the back of the club, the yellow glow of the restrooms' sign stood in front of them.

Only a few people stood in the dimly lit hallway. The air here was thick with smoke and sweat and felt almost tangible against their skin. As they reached the door, marked with the lone, word “woman”, Jordan paused, his hand lingering on the handle. He looked at Marie, his eyes burning with intensity. The molly glistened in her pupils, blurring the edges of her usual playful gaze, but the vulnerability that had peeked through in their kiss still lingered in her brown depths. He searched for any lingering doubt in her mind but was met with pure want.

She smiled at him and her eyes were sure. Her silent nod was all the confirmation he needed. With a hand on her waist, he pushed open the creaking door, their heated breaths mingling like ghosts in the stale air.

Stepping into the dimly lit restroom, Jordan heard the music fade into a distant sound. The large black tiled floor, chipped and lightly stained, reflected the flickering dimmed lights in the restroom. It was a staggering difference from the club's chaos, yet the air crackled with the same raw energy, intensified by the intimacy of their isolation.

"This is unexpectedly clean for a club bathroom–" Marie mumbled, her voice tinged with amusement. But before she could finish her words, Jordan's hands were on her, pinning her against the cool metal of a stall door.

His mouth claimed hers in a fierce kiss, silencing her words and stealing her breath. It was a kiss that held the desperate pull of their desire. There was no tenderness, no teasing, just raw hunger and a need that consumed her.

Marie, surprised at first, melted into his touch. Her hands, hesitant initially, found their place on his shoulders, clinging as if to steady herself in the whirlwind of his kiss. Her laughter became a shaky moan that vibrated against Jordan's lips, an intoxicating sound in the hushed confines of the restroom.

They pressed against each other, bodies yearning for more. Jordan's hands explored, tracing the line of her spine, sending shivers down her skin. The feel of her mouth beneath his, soft and pliant, was maddening. He kissed her with the kind of hunger that burned through his bones, an ache that would take more than just the night to satisfy. The taste of her lips, the sweetness of her breath, the feel of her curves pressed against him– it was maddening, overwhelming, and so fucking good.

The sound of their breaths mingled with the muffled music, the pulsing beats a rhythm that mirrored their own. The kiss was a claiming, a branding of the soul. He was hers, and she was his, at least for tonight. He pushed his hips against her, grinding his pelvis into the heat between her legs.

Jordan could see Marie's eyes, wide with desire, her lips swollen and parted. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. The dim light of the dance floor illuminated her features, and he could see the desperation and longing in her expression. The taste of Marie's lips lingered on Jordan's tongue, a mix of sweetness and spice. He could also taste the faint hint of alcohol from the drinks they had shared earlier, could feel Marie's breath against his skin, her chest rising and falling with each pant, and her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

"Please, Jordan," Marie whimpered, her eyes tearing with want. She arched her back, moaning softly, her hands tightening on his shoulders.

But instead of giving in to her plea, Jordan leaned in close to her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"I want to see you," he murmured huskily, taking a step back to admire Marie's flushed face and disheveled appearance. Jordan could feel the heat radiating from Marie's body as he lifted her onto the counter, her skin slick with sweat. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs tightened around his waist, their bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace. Jordan could feel her heart racing at his words, her breaths coming in short bursts as she clung to him. Jordan's eyes roamed over Marie's flushed face, taking in the glimmer in her eyes and the pink hue on her cheeks. He could see the disheveled state of her cute pigtails and the way her clothes were slightly askew, revealing more skin. Her legs hung off the counter, exposed and so inviting.

Jordan ran his hands up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her top higher. He leaned in close, his lips grazing against hers as he whispered, "You're so fucking beautiful," Jordan whispered again, before capturing Marie's lips in another heated kiss. This time it was rougher, more desperate. Their tongues danced together as their bodies moved in sync with each other.

Marie moaned and arched her back, pressing herself against Jordan even more. His hands were still roaming over her thighs, pushing up the fabric of her top as he went higher and higher.

"Needed this. Needed you," he murmured, brushing his lips along her jawline before trailing down to her neck.

His words sent a shiver down Marie's spine as she let out a soft moan. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her. The heat between them was thick, consuming everything around them.

Jordan's hands roamed over Marie's body, leaving trails of fire everywhere he touched. His mouth followed suit, leaving a line of hot kisses down the curve of her neck and over the swell of one breast that had escaped from its confines from her top. Jordan felt Marie arch into his touch. He smirked before capturing one hardened nipple between his teeth. She cried out as he nipped and suckled at it until it was pebbled and sensitive. Jordan's fingers fumbled with the button of Marie's leather pants, his mouth still on her breast. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her hands grasping at his shoulders for support. He continued kissing down her body until he reached the waistband of her pants. With one swift movement, he unbuttoned them and pulled them down, discarding them somewhere, leaving her with just her panties.

Marie let out a sigh of relief as the cool air hit her exposed skin. Jordan stood back to admire her, taking in every inch of her body that was now clad only in lacy panties and her shining top. Jordan ran his hands up and down Marie's thighs, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. He leaned in close once again, trailing kisses along the curve of her neck before moving lower to place open-mouthed kisses over each hardened nipple.

Marie moaned softly at the sensation, arching into Jordan's touch. His mouth felt like fire against her sensitive skin as he nipped and suckled at each peak until it was pebbled and sensitive.

"Jordan," Marie gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair as he continued to tease and torment her breasts.

He looked up at her with a smirk on his lips before trailing a line of kisses down her stomach. Marie squirmed beneath him, anticipation building inside of her as she waited for him to reach his destination.

Jordan kissed along the waistband of her panties before slowly pulling them down with his teeth, eyes locked on Marie as he did so. A small gasp escaped from Marie's lips as she watched him remove them, shoving them into her panties (a/n: somehow her boots remained on throughout all of this, I did not feel like detailing that out)

Jordan stood between Marie's legs, admiring the sight before him. She was completely exposed to him. Marie instinctively closed her legs together. Jordan chuckled at Marie's actions, his hands roughly prying her legs apart. "Don't fucking hide from me, freshman," he whispered, smacking her thighs as he leaned down to press a kiss to her inner thigh. Jordan couldn't have her hiding from him after showing him what he needed.

Marie's breath hitched as Jordan's lips trailed higher and higher, getting closer to where she wanted him most. Finally, Jordan's mouth reached her core and Marie let out a loud moan. He teased her entrance with his tongue before delving inside, making her writhe against the counter.

Her fingers grasped at the edge of the counter as Jordan continued to pleasure her with his mouth. He knew exactly how to make her squirm and moan with just the right amount of pressure and speed. The scent of Marie's arousal filled the air, intensifying the passion that was already brewing between them. Jordan's tongue danced around her folds, exploring every contour and fold, savoring the sweet, salty taste of her desire.

Jordan could feel her body tremble, the way her muscles clenched and released in response to his relentless attention. She arched her back, pressing her hips towards him, begging for more. Her breaths came in short, quick bursts, punctuating the chorus of their heavy breathing, the only sounds in the room. Jordan's hands remained gripped on her thighs, keeping them apart anytime she tried to squeeze them shut. He pulled back slightly, giving her a moment to catch her breath before diving in once more. His tongue danced with renewed vigor, teasing and pleasuring her in a way that he knew she'd never experienced before.

Trembling, she reached down to pull him closer, but he resisted, teasing her with his mouth. She whimpered in frustration and need, her hands switching between gripping the edge of the counter and his hair, hard enough to make her knuckles ache.

"Please, Jordan," she begged again, her voice hoarse. "I need you inside me."

But Jordan didn't relent, his focus unwavering. He knew she was so close, and he needed to see her unravel. As Marie reached the peak of pleasure, Jordan suddenly stopped and stood up, grinning devilishly at her frustrated expression. Jordan heard Marie begin to whine, but he quickly shushed her, turning her around and leaning her body against the counter. Jordan began trailing his fingers down her back, sending shivers down her spine. He pressed his hard length that was straining in his pants, against her backside as his hands landed on each of her ass cheeks, gripping them hard. He felt Marie begin to grind against him, seeking friction and release.

Jordan grabbed her hips firmly, stilling her movements, shaking his head tsking with mock disapproval. "Not so fast, freshman," he whispered in her ear. "Gonna take my time with you." Jordan heard Marie whimper at his words, tears building in her eyes in need.

Without warning, Jordan slid two fingers inside her wet heat and Marie cried out in pleasure. He began slowly pumping them in and out of her while his other hand reached around to tease a sensitive nipple.

"Look at yourself through the mirror, freshman. Watch as I make you cum with my fingers, with my fucking tongue," Jordan growled into her ear. Before Marie could even process his words, Jordan grabbed one of her pigtails, pulling her head up to look at herself in the restroom mirror. She saw how flushed her cheeks were, how her makeup a mess from the tears falling from her eyes. But what stood out the most was the look of pure desire and need in her eyes.

"See how pretty you are," Jordan whispered as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her wet heat. Marie watched in awe as he leaned down to lick and suck at a sensitive spot on her neck, causing shivers to run down her spine.

As Jordan pleasured Marie with his mouth, he slid his other hand around to cup one of her breasts. His thumb teased and flicked over a hardened nipple, causing her to moan even louder. Marie's mind was in a haze of pleasure as Jordan's skilled tongue explored her core, but she couldn't help but feel the tingling sensation spreading throughout her body from his touch. Jordan began to kneel down, moving his hand from her breast to spread her ass apart before sticking his tongue in her puckered hole.

"Oh my god!" Marie gasped when she felt Jordan's tongue breach her asshole. Jordan's fingers left her pussy, the other hand helping to spread her ass for him.

"You better keep fucking watching yourself, freshman," Jordan commanded, face still smushed into her ass. Jordan moaned against her skin, the vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure through Marie's body. He couldn't help but insert his fingers into her sopping-wet pussy again. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers inside her pussy, but he didn't let up on his ministrations. He wanted to drive her to the edge and watch her fall over it.

Marie felt herself getting closer and closer to the brink, the pressure building in her core until she couldn't take it anymore. With one final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his tongue against her asshole, Jordan pushed Marie over the edge, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

Marie watched as she came undone in the mirror, every muscle in her body tensing and releasing as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Jordan's grip on her hips tightened as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth and fingers, not stopping until all she could do was pant heavily against the counter.

Jordan stood up and turned Marie around to face him. Without saying a word, he kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. Marie eagerly responded, still high from her orgasm.

"Going in the stall," Jordan lifted her body using one arm with ease, kissing her cheeks as he walked them towards a stall door. "We've been lucky no one has walked in. Don't feel like pushing our fucking luck," Jordan smirked when he felt Marie leaving kisses against his neck.

As they entered the small stall, pushing her back against the wall, locked the door, and pinned her there with his body as he attacked her lips once again. Jordan's hands roamed all over Marie's body, touching and teasing every inch of flesh he could reach. His lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck, sucking and nipping at sensitive spots along the way. "You're making it so fucking hard..." Jordan moaned into her neck, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pressed his body against hers. "To fucking think, Marie."

"Don't think then," she sighed breathlessly against his lips. "Just do."

With that permission, Jordan let go of the tiny bit of restraint he had left and let himself succumb to the primal desire coursing through him. He lifted Marie up off the ground and pinned her against the stall wall, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"Shit, baby. You're a fucking dream," Jordan groaned quickly unbuttoning his jeans and removing his dick from his boxers. He slowly slid the head of his penis into Marie's wet, waiting pussy, never breaking eye contact with her. "So fucking wet," Jordan chuckled lowly, watching as his dick became covered in her pussy juices. "I did this to you?"

Jordan's words only turned Marie on even more, if that were even fucking possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. Every inch of him felt like it was made for her, fitting perfectly inside of her and filling her completely.

"I did this to you," Jordan repeated, almost in awe, before starting to move his hips in a slow and steady rhythm. Their bodies moved together as one, the only sounds in the stall being their heavy breathing and the occasional moan or whispered curse. Marie's hands roamed all over Jordan's body, feeling every muscle ripple beneath her touch. She couldn't get enough of him, couldn't believe she was experiencing this with them of all people, right now.

Jordan's movements gradually became faster and more urgent, his lips leaving hers to trail kisses down her neck once again. He sucked hard on a spot just below her ear that seemed to drive Marie crazy, causing her to arch her back and cry out in pleasure.

Without warning, Jordan lifted Marie off the wall and spun them around so her back was now pressing against the stall door. He thrust into her deeper and harder than before, hitting spots inside of her that made Marie see stars.

Suddenly they heard the restroom door open, followed by laughter. Jordan slowed his thrusts and looked at Marie, who had concern shifting in her eyes.

"What do we do?" Marie whispered urgently, looking back at Jordan with worry.

Jordan shushed her, placing a hand firmly over her mouth as he began to grind against her once more. His movements were so slow and deliberate that Marie almost forgot about the girls outside. Her body became lost in the pleasure of Jordan's touch, her mind clouded with desire.

The sound of footsteps grew closer causing Marie to freeze, her eyes widening. They held their breath as the girls entered a stall near them. Marie could feel Jordan's body tense up against hers, but he didn't stop moving, his hand still covering her mouth.

"You're gonna keep quiet for me, or I'm stopping altogether. We wouldn't want that now would we?"

Marie moaned quietly, her legs shaking as tears began leaving her eyes.

"No fucking crying freshman, nod that pretty head if you understand me,"

Marie nodded vigorously, feeling a rush of warmth spread throughout her body as Jordan removed his hand from her mouth. "Good girl," Jordan smiled, thrusting into her hard. He resumed his previous pace, making sure to be quieter than before. Marie's moans turned into whimpers as she fought to keep quiet, feeling like she was on the edge of an explosion.

Jordan quickly pulled out of Marie and put a finger to his lips, silently signaling for her to stay quiet. They both froze as the two girls began chatting loudly. Marie's heart was racing as she tried not to make a sound, her body still throbbing with need from being so close to orgasm. Jordan was watching her intently, his hand in between her thighs, rubbing small circles on her clit. She bit down hard on her lip, willing herself not to cry out even as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

"I mean he was kind of cute. He turned this coin into a bird, that was fun. But I was thinking “Is that it?' and then just kinda brushed him off. I don't know, being a supe is hot but only when the powers are cool you know?" one of the girls said in the stall next to them.

"Yeah, hard agree. He bends metal, who fucking cares? My dad can bend metal. He's a welder," the other girl responded laughing loudly.

Jordan mentally groaned, getting annoyed by their conversation. These girls are taking way too long to take a fucking piss and his dick was throbbing hard, felt like his dick would explode if it wasn't back in Marie's pussy soon. He looked down at Marie, who was biting her lip and trying to control her breathing.

“Are they talking about Andre?” Marie stared at Jordan, eyes wide. He placed a hand over her mouth again, silencing any other noises she might make.

"Shh," he whispered in her ear, thrusting against her slowly. "Stay quiet for me."

Marie nodded, her eyes wide with arousal as Jordan started filling her inch by inch with his dick again. His pace was slow and deliberate, driving Marie wild with need. She couldn't hold back a moan as Jordan hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her.

"Fuck," Jordan groaned under his breath as he began pumping into her again.

Marie bit down harder on his hand, trying to stifle her moans as Jordan continued to thrust into her. Her body was trembling with desire, but she knew she had to stay quiet or risk getting caught by the two girls in the stall next to them.

Jordan could feel Marie's walls clenching around him, signaling that she was close to orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer and began picking up his pace, thrusting into her harder and faster. Marie's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she struggled to keep her moans under control.

"Shit," Jordan groaned again as he felt Marie tightening around him even more. He could tell she was on the brink of orgasm and he wanted nothing more than to push her over the edge.

"Who's pants are these?"

Jordan's blood ran cold as the question pierced the tense silence. He locked eyes with Marie, her face mirrored his own dawning horror. They had forgotten about Marie's leather pants, carelessly tossed over the bathroom floor in the heat of the moment.

A muffled thump echoed from outside, followed by the sound of a disinterested voice calling out, "Hello? Anyone in here?"

Jordan winced. The other girl, presumably the owner of the voice, was getting impatient. He could picture her, probably young and trendy, scanning the empty stalls with a frown.

"Seriously, who fucking leaves pants in a restroom?" the girl's voice drifted in again, laced with a hint of annoyance.

Then, a gasp. Jordan's stomach lurched. "Don't know, but these are cute," the girl breathed, a hint of awe creeping into her tone. "And they're my size! Score!" A triumphant giggle punctuated her declaration.

Marie's gasp from the stall was audible even above the pounding in Jordan's ears.

“What was that?” one of them asked, but Jordan already had his hand clamped around Marie’s mouth again, pounding into her pussy with no mercy.

"You gonna cum?" he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Fucking getting off with other people here? Like a fucking– ngh–like a fucking slut, shit," Marie couldn't hold back any longer and let out a loud moan into his hand as she came, her body shaking with pleasure. Marie's pussy was clenching so amazingly around him, Jordan had to remove himself from her just to not cum right then and there.

Jordan heard the other girl scoff, “Sara, leave the fucking pants alone. You don’t know where it’s been. Now let’s go. This bathroom is weirdly stuffy,” Jordan heard the sound of retreating heels, clicking against the tiled floor, followed by a disgruntled fine by the other girl. Jordan paused, waiting to confirm that they actually had left when he finally heard the restroom door open and close.

"Thank fuck," Jordan groaned, flipping Marie around so her front was pressed against the stall door, her ass perched cutely in front of him. He began pumping his cock again with his hand, sliding it up and down between her ass, coating it with her juices before resting his dick against her asshole.

"Wish you could see this," Jordan mumbled into her ear. He was in a fucking trance, watching the way her hole opened and closed rapidly almost inviting his dick in. "You're such a good little freshman, aren't you? Letting me do whatever I want to your fucking body." Jordan continued rubbing his dick against her ass. "Gonna let me stick my dick into your ass baby?"

Marie's head turned to look at him over her shoulder, meeting Jordan's dark gaze with a mixture of fear and desire. "I-I don't know," she stammered, her voice unsure. Jordan smirked as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Don't worry, baby," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "I'd make it feel so fucking good for you." He leaned back, gathering spit in his mouth before letting the glob fall from between his lips, landing perfectly on her puckered hole.

Jordan watched as Marie shifted slightly, wiggling her ass in response to him. He felt a thrill of satisfaction course through him; she was responding to him, to his every touch, his every word. He gently pushed the head of his cock against her entrance, feeling her muscles tighten in resistance.

"Next time," Jordan whispered placing his dick back to her pussy. Jordan didn't even know if there would be a next time, but he couldn't resist the temptation of Marie's tight little body any longer. Without warning, Jordan thrusted his dick into her with one quick motion.

Marie's eyes rolled back in her head as Jordan's cock filled her again. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating. She could feel him slowly thrusting into her, his hips moving in time with his hands gripping her waist. She arched her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

Jordan couldn't resist the urge to tease Marie, watching as her body flexed and contorted with each thrust. He ran his hands up and down her back, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. He could tell she was starting to get tired, her body slowly becoming less responsive to his touch.

But Jordan wasn't done yet. He pulled out of Marie and turned her around, her face now looking at him once again, her pussy juices dripping down her leg onto the tiled floor.

"You're such a good little slut," Jordan whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Marie giggled, the constant flipping of her body making her dizzy. "Letting me do whatever I fucking want to you."

Jordan took a step back, admiring the sight of Marie's body on display. He knew he had to end this, his dick screaming at him for preventing his release again, but he couldn't resist one last taste. He dove in, licking and sucking on her wet pussy, his tongue darting in and out, tasting her sweetness. Marie's moans echoed through the stall as Jordan continued to eat her out, his tongue delving deeper into her depths.

"Fuck, you taste so good, baby," Jordan mumbled between licks, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. "I want to make you cum again."

Marie's body trembled at Jordan's words, her arousal peaking once more. She moaned loudly as Jordan's tongue found her sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She quickly became more and more lost in the moment, her mind clouded with lust and desire.

Jordan was in fucking heaven, his tongue devouring every inch of Marie's pussy. The taste of her was amplified due to the molly. He could feel her squirming beneath him, her body begging for more. He knew he had to stop, the overstimulation would probably kill her, but he couldn't resist her taste. His tongue slid up, teasing her clit in a circular motion.

"There you go, baby," Jordan whispered, his voice heavy with pleasure. "Cum for me. Let me feel you go over the edge."

Marie's breathing became ragged, her body shaking as another orgasm built within her. Marie cried out, her body arching up off the stall door as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her juices flowed freely, coating Jordan's face and mouth. Jordan watched as Marie's body trembled in pleasure, her moans echoing through the stall. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in himself, in the fact that he had taken control of this situation and pushed Marie to the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck, Marie, you're such a good girl for me," Jordan mumbled, his voice laced with a hint of admiration. He couldn't help but want more of this.

Jordan stood up from his kneeled position. He slid his cock back into her pussy, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. Marie's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure and desire.

"That's it freshman, give me another," Jordan whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Let me fucking feel you cum for the last time tonight." His voice was a deep, velvety purr, dripping with pure desire and longing for more pleasure. The words slipped from his lips like silk, enticing and commanding at the same time. He wanted to feel her release, to revel in her final moment of bliss before the night ended.

Jordan's eyes were dark with desire, glinting in the dim light of the stall. His muscles rippled with each thrust, his body hovering over Marie's as she writhed in pleasure. The air, filled with the scent of sex, a heady and musky aroma that seems to wrap around them like a fog. The taste of each other lingered on his lips and tongue, a mix of sweat and salt, a flavor that ignited his senses even more. The only sounds in the stall are their heavy breathing and the soft moans and whispers between them. The occasional slap of skin on skin and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together fill the air. Jordan's touch was firm and possessive, his hands gripping Marie's hips as he guided her movements to match his own. Marie's skin was flushed and slick with sweat, her body responsive to every touch and caress.

Jordan continued to thrust into her, his movements growing more and more frenzied as his own arousal built. He could feel his orgasm closing in, the intense pleasure coursing through his body like a wildfire. He knew that if he didn't cum soon, he might not be able to control himself any longer. But he couldn't resist the temptation of Marie's tight little body any longer.

"Fuck, Marie," Jordan panted, "Gonna cum. Gonna cum in this tight... fucking pussy. I need to baby," he begged, his voice shaking with urgency. His cock swelled and throbbed as the pleasure hit him like a tidal wave, his orgasm crashing over him like a storm. Jordan's muscles were tense and defined as he thrust into Marie, his eyes closed in pleasure and concentration. Marie's body was arched and flushed, her skin slick with sweat and their movements synchronized in perfect harmony.

He moaned deeply, his voice echoing in the stall as he spilled his seed into Marie's pussy, filling her with his aggression and desire. His body trembled with the intensity of his climax, every muscle and nerve on fire with pleasure as he spilled himself inside her, claiming her with every pulsing throb of his cock.

Marie let out one final moan, her body trembling with pleasure as the aftershocks of her own orgasm still lingered within her. She wrapped her legs around Jordan's hips, pulling him closer to her as he got lost in the feeling of his own release. The stall was still and quiet, the only sound being the faint beating of their hearts mixing with their ragged breathing. "Holy fuck," Jordan muttered, a dazed smile on his face.

As Jordan's orgasm continued to pulse through him, he could feel Marie's body begin to relax beneath him. Her legs loosened around his hips, and her arms slowly fell to the side, her fingers gripping the stall door for support. Jordan gently pulled out of her, his cock twitching as it left her wet, swollen pussy. He watched mesmerized as his cum spilled out from her pussy, dribbling down her inner thigh.

Jordan took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. He dipped his finger into her cum filled wetness, bringing it to her mouth.

"Here, taste it," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Marie looked up at him, her eyes hazy with lust and exhaustion. She slowly opened her mouth, letting Jordan's finger slide inside. She tasted the mix of their fluids, their sweat, and the chemical aftertaste of the drugs they'd taken before. It was a mix of bitter and sweet, a taste that she knew she would never forget. Jordan quickly helped Marie fix herself up before adjusting his own clothes and zipping up his pants.

"Yeah, we're fucking doing that again," Jordan smirked when Marie could only nod, still dazed.

Chapter 2: "just smile"

Summary:

what could have happened at the Met Gala had the events of chapter one actually occurred.

Notes:

posted part two (now part 4) on my Tumblr ages ago and genuinely forgot to update it here. was gonna post it on here about a week ago when I suddenly really wanted to recreate the gala scene. This time were in Marie's pov! Smut is not as long but I felt like it wouldn't make sense if it were. this chapter is more sad but not really? (lack of better wording). if I feel like this chapter does not fit the other ones I'll eventually post, I'll remove (maybe make it it's own thing idk)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“Marie! Over here!”

A barrage of camera flashes erupted, momentarily blinding Marie's vision in a mass of blinding white. Loud voices from every direction, calling for her name, desperate for one look from Marie’s mesmerizing brown eyes. Journalists and news reporters moved around her, their hungry eyes fixated on her and Dean Shetty as they stepped onto the gala's floor. Despite the overwhelming attention, Marie looked like a professional, kept a perfect smile, her gaze unwavering as the cameras took pictures of her. She was fucking nervous though. Having all of this attention on her is not something she can quite get used to.

Marie continued through the mass of people, her smile as practiced as it was genuine. Each wide grin from the crowd elicited a reciprocating one from her, and grateful "we love you Marie!"s were met with equally rehearsed "thank you so much!"s – her mind remembering the media training session Dean Shetty had put her through just hours prior.

"Come, Marie," Dean Shetty's voice cut through her thoughts, her hand gently ushering Marie away. "There are a few key people I'd like you to meet."

But the "key people" quickly blurred into a relentless carousel of outstretched hands and business cards. "Here's my card," they'd repeat, their eyes gleaming with opportunism, not genuine connection. One even thrust a phone in her face, muttering something about an NFT, whatever that was. Each interaction felt so scripted, so fucking draining.

Behind the smile, a cold dread bloomed in Marie's chest. Every question about her "parents" – gone, a tragedy she held so close – felt like a fresh wound. Yet, the charade continued, the lie clinging to her like a gilded shroud, telling everyone that her parents were fucking Doctors Without Borders. The weight of it all – the attention, the facade, the suffocating expectations – threatened to pull her under. "Everything is becoming so overwhelming," she thought, yearning for a single moment of genuine connection in this sea of calculated smiles.

Exhausted from what felt like an eternity of uncomfortable small talk and disingenuous greetings, Marie finally found refuge with Dean Shetty in a less populated corner.

"Pretend I don’t know your age," she smiled, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You did great out there."

“Yeah,” Marie sighed, her voiced tinged with weariness as she took the glass and followed Dean Shetty when she began to walk. “I don’t know… lying about my family felt pretty shitty.”

Dean Shetty’s playful expression softened a bit. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a hushed murmur. "These people don’t want to hear the truth, and you don’t want to say it" she gave her a pointed look.

Marie's gaze drifted past Dean Shetty and the swirling mass of bodies, finding solace in the distant, starlit sky glimpsed through a window. Dean Shetty's words echoed in her ears, each syllable a truth she desperately wished wasn't. The world craved a fairytale, a narrative woven with threads of happiness and perfect families. Telling them the truth, the raw, jagged mess of it all, would shatter that illusion, leaving behind shards of pity she couldn't afford.

The truth was a festering wound, hidden deep in files no one can find. It was the hollowness that followed her everywhere, the absence that screamed loud in her mind. She will always remember the day it happened, the deafening silence that replaced the warmth of laughter, the suffocating emptiness that settled where love once resided. The lifeless bodies that were her parents, the blood splattered on the walls and pooled on the floor, the look of absolute fear on her sister's face. Fear of her. Telling the truth meant reliving that nightmare, exposing the vulnerability she guarded fiercely.

But it was also a burden, a secret that weighed her down, a constant reminder of the life she'd lost. Each "thank you" for her " performance " felt like a fresh thorn, each fabricated story a betrayal of the ghosts she held close. The line between her carefully constructed persona and the fractured person beneath blurred with every interaction, leaving her teetering on the edge of a breakdown everyday.

A prickling sensation crawled up Marie's spine. Like a spotlight suddenly aimed in her direction, she felt a singular gaze burning through the crowd, pinning her with its intensity. She instinctively looked up, meeting the steely brown eyes of Jordan Li briskly walking past her with their parents in tow. The air seemed to crackle with the unspoken tension between them, and a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her.

She knew better than to expect for her and Jordan’s “relationship” to continue after– well after everything. Within two weeks after their hookup in the club bathroom, Professor Brink was killed in a murder suicide. When thrust into the unforgiving spotlight of national television, Marie chose a narrative of carefully curated lies, a script that was fed to her over the truth. She painted herself as the God U’s lone savior, proclaiming to the world that she had single-handedly stopped Luke's bloodthirsty rampage when in reality Marie, gripped by fear, had fled leaving Jordan to fight Luke alone. It was Jordan who faced Luke to protect the school. To protect her .

Their pleas, Jordan's call for help, echoed in her mind, fueled by the constant replay of that

fateful day. Fear had been her accomplice, driving her to flee instead of standing by Jordan. Now, the mask of heroism she wore felt suffocating, every accolade she received a shard of truth piercing her conscience.

Jordan's hatred was a bitter pill to swallow, yet she understood it all too well. Their grief, raw and untamed, mirrored the guilt festering within her. Could she justify her actions based on their pain? And to top it off, Marie took their spot in the rankings, an added benefit she got for lying. Fuck Marie didn’t know what to do.

“Lucky Jordan doesn’t have laser eyes,” Dean Shetty's voice cut through her thoughts. “Be careful. With Luke gone this free-for-all for number one is gonna get ruthless, and you have a target on your back.”

“Me?” Marie questioned, a bit confused. “I’m just a freshman,” Marie added, stammering a bit.

Dean Shetty's smile turned reassuring.“Keep doing what you’re doing, you could be the first top ranked freshman in history.”

Marie couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face from hearing that. She’d be able to prove to the world, prove to her sister that she is a good person.

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Marie fidgeted with the lace trim of her crimson gown, itching to escape its confines. “Can’t wait to get out of this fucking dress” she thought, longing for the comfort of her everyday clothes.

"But in darkness, stars can truly shine. Like Marie Moreau, the Guardian of Godolkin." Marie felt the heat of the spotlight as its beam sliced through the shadows, pinning her. Dean Shetty's voice, once a murmur that she was able to drown out, now amplified to a booming sound that echoed through the banquet hall. Every syllable hammered against Marie's skull, each praise laden with a bitter aftertaste. The entire night had been a gilded cage, each smile, each posed photograph, a sacrifice offered at the altar of their grand narrative.

Her mind churned. Every mention by Dean Shetty of her name, once a source of pride, now scraped with the rough edges of resentment. She wanted to scream, to tear off the red gown and flip off this fucking charade, but the price of her silence remained etched in clear, unspoken promises. The recognition she wanted, the future she craved , depended on this “masquerade”.

So, she smiled, a fixed expression that tugged at the corners of her mouth, a ghost of the genuine joy it once mirrored. Applause thundered around her, a deafening storm she endured with an unwavering posture. Each clap felt like a hammer blow.

Dean Shetty's voice rose to a flourish, "Let's give Marie, and the stars like her, the future they deserve" The pronouncement landed with a sickening thud. Each hand raised in applause felt like a pointed finger, each donation a reminder of the debt she owed this fabricated persona. "A donation to the #ThinkBrink Foundation," Dean continued, clapping her hands loudly, "will provide long overdue upgrades to the combat gym and recording studio! So please, open your hearts, give generously. Right Marie?"

Marie's smile deepened, morphing into a breathtaking cascade of beauty. A soft, melodic chuckle escaped her lips, adding a touch of genuine charm.

As Dean Shetty's final words echoed through the hall, the applause slowly subsided, leaving a soft murmur in its wake. Marie relished the dimming of the spotlight, the return of shadows offering a blessed reprieve from the scrutiny of everyone around her. Dean Shetty joined her at a nearby table, their champagne flutes clinking as they both took a sip. A video honoring Professor Brink played on the large screen, a solemn montage of his laughter, lectures, and moments with students. Each image flickered like a silent accusation, a reminder of the lie Marie clung to.

During the montage, a picture flashed across the screen. Professor Brink, beaming warmly, with Jordan by his side. Their bright smile, untouched by the killing of Brink that now haunted them, pierced straight into Marie's chest. Guilt lanced through her, an unwelcome feeling to the want that stirred within her for Jordan. Marie tore her gaze away from the screen, unable to bear the weight of Jordan’s smile any longer. The atmosphere around her suddenly felt suffocating.

When the video ended, the room immediately was lively again, which Marie felt was odd considering the overly sad video that was just played. Dean Shetty leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I just knew you’d be great at this, Marie. Bet you scored a million in pledges,” she said, a calculating glint in her eyes. “You’re a fucking superstar. You saved my ass,” Dean Shetty sipped her champagne thanking Marie.

“Your ass needed saving?” she echoed, unable to keep the question from escaping her lips.

Dean chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. “A dean’s whole job is raising money.” she said, taking another sip of champagne. “After Golden Boy, the donations were going down the toilet. And so was I.”

Her voice dipped even lower, almost conspiratorial. “But then one look at that smile of yours and their wallets just cracked right open.”

“Good.” Marie managed after a beat of silence, the word scraping dryly against her tongue. “I’m glad I could be useful to you.”she added, the last part laced with a bitterness she couldn't entirely mask.

“Oh!” Dean Shetty, oblivious to the undercurrent of resentment in Marie's voice, let out a dismissive chuckle. “So useful. You’re fantastic, excuse me.” Before Marie could respond, Dean Shetty glided away, her smile switching on like a practiced light as she approached another guest, likely with the sole purpose of securing another hefty donation.

Marie watched her go, the champagne in her glass suddenly tasting flat and metallic, realization washing over her like a cold wave.

A surge of anger, hot and unexpected, pulsed through her. Anger at the fabricated narrative, the exploited grief, the donations lining Dean Shetty's pockets, and using her so Dean Shetty can save face. It was all a fucking sham, and she was fucking sick of playing a part in it.

With a sudden movement, her fingers flew to the pink and blue pin adorning her dress. With a sharp tug, she ripped it free, the metal glinting accusingly in the dim light. She tossed the pin onto the table, it landing with a dull thud. Leaving it behind, she walked away, wanting to step outside to get some fresh air.

Just as she reached the edge of the crowd, a voice snagged her attention. "Hey Moreau," Jordan called out, their voice tinged with amusement. They were seated across from Cate who was watching her with a tilt of her head.

Marie sighed, the weariness settling heavier on her chest. The last thing she wanted was to be drawn into an impromptu confrontation, especially not with Jordan. “I'm not in the mood, okay?” she said, her voice tight with barely suppressed emotion. “You can attack me in the morning."

She turned to leave again not wanting to deal with whatever shit Jordan felt like throwing at her at the moment.. Their smirk held a familiar edge, laced with the biting sarcasm that had once drawn her in but now felt grating.”I’m surprised you can walk straight with everyone’s tongue lodged up your ass.”

Marie's retort came sharp, laced with the frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “Leave me alone,” she snapped, her voice tight with barely contained anger. “You don’t know shit about me.” But her words seemed to go in one of their ears and out the other, failing to deter them.

Jordan leaned back in their chair, a smirk playing on their lips. “Brownnoser, one-upper.” hey drawled, their voice dripping with mock concern. “Mommy and Daddy’s perfect little hero.” The words were like a lit match tossed into a tinderbox of Marie's suppressed emotions.

“Yeah, well that’s definitely not me,” she choked out, each word laced with bitterness. Because my parents are dead. Because I killed them” he confession hung heavy in the air, raw and unexpected. “You happy?”

Jordan's smirk faltered, a flicker of surprise momentarily replacing their usual self-assured expression. But it was quickly masked again with that same fucking smirk. "Bullshit," they scoffed eyes trained on Marie.

Marie felt a wave of despair wash over her. Taking a shaky breath, she forced herself to meet their gaze, her voice shaky. “I didn’t know I had powers until my first period,” she began, the words raw and jagged on her tongue. “I couldn’t control the blood and it sliced through my mom’s body,” The memory, vivid and horrifying, flashed before her eyes, the scent of iron still strong in her nostrils. “Dad came in. Same deal.”

Across the table, Cate, who had been silent until now, spoke up, her voice laced with disbelief. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,”she choked out, her gaze shifting to Cate. “I’m the last person who thinks they’re a hero. I fucking hate myself half the time.”The anger rekindled in her, fueled by the fucking injustice of it all. She turned back to Jordan, her eyes blazing with defiance. “And I just spent the entire night being dragged around like a show pony, so I’m not in the mood for your shit.”

“Hey,” The tension that hummed between them seemed to soften slightly at Cate's gesture. With a hesitant glance at Jordan, Marie searched for any flicker of disapproval, any indication that this conversation wasn't welcome. But Jordan's deep brown eyes, usually sharp and observant, remained downcast, offering a silent permission. Taking a deep breath, Marie sighed and hiked up the red of her dress, its folds rustling as she lowered herself onto the chair next to Cate.

Cate leaned forward, her gaze sincere as she met Marie's. "I was nine," she began, her voice quiet yet carrying a weight that filled the space between them. “My parents were setting up the tent. My little brother kept kicking at my shins, so I grabbed him by the arm and I told him to go away and never come back.”

A tremor ran through Cate's hands, the memory still raw beneath the surface. “So he did,” she whispered, her voice tight with emotion. “He just walked right into the woods.” Cate's eyes, filled with unshed tears, locked with Marie's. That was the first time my powers showed up,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know,”

“Jesus.” Marie let out a gasp, the horror of the situation settling heavy in her stomach.

“There was a… search party.” Her voice shook as she continued, “Dogs. You know? It went on for weeks. But… nothing.” Cate nodded, her brow furrowing with the memory's pain. “My mom never touched me again.” she pursed her lips. “Neither did my dad.”

Silence descended, thick with the weight of shared pain and unspoken understanding. Marie stammered, searching for the right words, “I had no idea. I’m so sorry,”

“It is not your fault.” Cate's gaze held a firmness that chipped away at Marie. “Your parents shot you up with a dangerous drug when you were a baby to make a buck off you.”

“No, my parents weren’t like that.” she whispered, the denial catching in her throat.

“Yes, they were.” she countered, her voice laced with a controlled anger. “They did this. You didn’t. Don’t spend a fucking minute crying over them.”

Each word landed like a hammer blow, shattering the carefully constructed narrative Marie had clung to. Tears welled in her eyes, for once not for the parents she remembered, but for her innocence stolen, her trust betrayed.

The silence stretched taut after Cate's revelation, heavy with the weight of their shared vulnerabilities. Then, from across the table, Jordan broke the stillness.

"I killed my grandpa with my powers," they said, their voice surprisingly quiet, devoid of their usual smirk.

Both Marie and Cate whipped their heads towards Jordan, concern and confusion etched on their faces. Cate spoke first, her voice laced with disbelief. “No you didn’t”

Jordan met Cate's gaze, their expression molding into a small smirk. “Yeah, I know. I was just feeling left out.”

Cate rolled her eyes, but the gesture lacked its usual bite. Marie, however, surprised both of them. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, the sound like the chiming of distant wind chimes.

Seeing Marie's smile, a genuine one that reached her eyes, Jordan couldn't help but feel a sliver of pride. They had intended to lighten the mood, to break the intensity with their usual sarcasm, but the raw emotions swirling between them had caught them off guard. Marie's laughter, unexpected and authentic, felt like a tiny crack in the heavy cloud that had descended upon them.

Marie sighed, draining the last drops of champagne from her glass. A small smile played on her lips as she looked at Cate and Jordan. “Gonna to head out now. Want to get some fresh air before Dean Shetty fucking needs me again.”

Turning to leave, her eyes met Jordan's. A flicker of something unreadable flickered in their gaze before a smirk settled on their lips. Ignoring their scrutiny, Marie navigated the crowded hall, dodging outstretched hands and nagging questions with practiced smiles and polite "excuse me"s.

The cool night air washed over her as she slipped outside, rounding a corner and venturing further away from the gala's crowded noise. The music dimmed to a distant thrum, replaced by the hum of crickets and the gentle rustle of leaves. Leaning against a brick wall, she gazed skyward, the sky dotted with twinkling stars.

Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply, relishing the quiet and letting the clamor of the evening fade. A sense of peace settled over her, only to be broken by a voice beside her.

“Feels nice out here,”

Eyes still closed, Marie sighed. "Why did you follow me, Jordan?" she didn’t have to see them to know it was Jordan.

A hint of amusement tinged their chuckle. “I can’t get some fresh air too?” Jordan leaned against the wall beside her, mimicking her pose.

A comfortable silence settled between them, a welcome energy from the chaos back inside. The only sounds were the crickets and the distant laughter from the gala, carried on the breeze. Marie sniffed, surprised by a sudden coughing fit. Opening her eyes, she saw Jordan nonchalantly smoking a cigarette, the faint scent of smoke curling around them.

Feeling her gaze, Jordan met her eyes. “What? Want a smoke?” they offered, flicking their cigarette pack open.

Marie laughed, shaking her head. "No thanks, I'm not a smoker."

They tossed the cigarette to the ground, extinguishing it with a decisive stomp. After a moment, Jordan spoke, their voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

Confused, Marie turned to them. "Sorry? For what?"

Jordan hesitated, their gaze flitting to the ground before meeting Marie's with a newfound vulnerability. "About your parents," they mumbled, their voice barely above a whisper. "Didn't know."

The weight of their words hit Marie like a physical blow. She closed her eyes, a strangled sigh escaping her lips. "Of course you didn't," she whispered, the pain raw in her voice. "Never told you. Don’t worry about it."

A silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Jordan seemed genuinely conflicted, their brow furrowed in concern. "If it makes you feel better," they began, offering what seemed like an ill-fitting attempt at compassion, "I had to parade myself around like a slut to sponsors while drooled over you like fucking dogs."

Marie forced a smile, shaking her head gently. "It doesn't, but thanks anyway."

"You know," Marie began, her eyes locked on the distant city lights, "Dean Shetty told me to 'just smile' when I asked her what I needed to do at this gala. Was nervous as shit. Felt like great advice then, could just "pretend". But," she stopped, her voice catching, "I'm so fucking tired of smiling. Just... so tired of fucking pretending."

Her confession hung in the air, a stark contrast to the glittering facade of the gala they'd left behind. Jordan remained silent, their gaze searching hers, waiting to see if she would continue.

"Then don't" they offered simply, gaze locked on hers. "Don't smile, don't pretend. Just don't"

Suddenly, Jordan stepped closer, their deep brown eyes holding her gaze with an intensity that made her breath hitch. "Marie," they said, their voice soft yet firm. "I'm sorry."

Their eyes seemed to search hers, seeking forgiveness, understanding, something she wasn't sure she could give. But as Jordan leaned closer, their head tilted up in pleading, their lips hovering tantalizingly close, a tiny spark ignited within Marie.

A tiny flicker of connection, a recognition of shared pain buried beneath their carefully constructed facades. As their lips met in a soft, hesitant kiss, the apology hung in the air holding the promise of something more. Maybe understanding, maybe solace, maybe even the wary beginnings of something fucking genuine amidst the chaos surrounding them.

The kiss was brief, but it left a lingering heat on Marie's skin and a tremor in her heart. Pulling away, she met Jordan's gaze, her own eyes clouded with uncertainty. "It's okay," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

The air crackled with unspoken questions and lingering desire. Stepping back, Marie met Jordan's gaze, searching for any sign of doubt, any hesitation. But Jordan's expression held something different – vulnerability, a tentative hope reflected in their deep brown eyes.

"Is this...?" Jordan started, their voice uncharacteristically soft, almost hesitant. They gestured vaguely to themselves, the implication hanging heavy in the air. “Okay?”

Marie took a moment, processing the question, not understanding at first. With a quiet smile, Marie met Jordan halfway, offering a simple nod. Their lips met again, this time with a deeper understanding, a whispered acknowledgment of the vulnerability they’d shared. The tentative exploration of before turning into something richer, fueled by curiosity and a growing sense of familiarity. Marie’s hand moved up Jordan’s arm, fingers ghosting over the smooth skin, their touch sparking shivers beneath the fabric.

Jordan, emboldened by the silent permission, deepened the kiss, tilting their head to deepen the angle. Their kiss tasted like the night air, crisp and cool, but also laced with the sweetness of unspoken desires. It felt like a drug. It was fucking euphoric. A soft moan escaped Marie’s lips, a sound lost in the quiet hush of the night. It felt different, kissing them in this form, a shift in both perception and sensation that danced along the edges of her awareness. She was leaning down instead of up. They felt smaller in her arms. Yet at the same time, it still felt the same as last – the pull, the connection, the spark that flickered between them.

They pulled away slowly, breathless, foreheads resting together. The city lights below seemed impossibly distant, the gala they left behind easily forgotten. Only the quickened thud of their hearts filled the silence.

Jordan’s eyes, shimmering in the moonlight, held a question she didn’t need to ask. They knew she knew.

“Want to get outta here?” Jordan murmured, their voice husky with unspoken desires and unspoken promises.

“Yes please.”

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"How do you take this fucking dress off," Jordan groaned against her lips, fumbling with the straps of Marie's dress. Their laughter filled the room, mingling with the hushed anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

Marie giggled, her breath warm against Jordan's cheek. "There's a zipper Jordan" she whispered, her fingers deftly moving behind her back and slowly pulling down the zipper of her gown.

As the dress finally slipped off Marie's shoulders, pooling at her feet, she stepped out of it gracefully, leaving her standing in nothing but her lace undergarments. Jordan's eyes devoured her hungrily, their desire palpable. With a flicker of mischief in their gaze, they slowly backed Marie towards the bed.

They sank onto the plush mattress, their lips never parting as they explored one another with a reckless abandon. Each touch was imprinted with a thousand whispered apologies and promises for a new beginning. The weight of their shared pain melted away with every caress, replaced by an intoxicating hunger to be consumed by each other.

With a gentle pull, she broke away, a soft apology forming on her lips. "Wait," she murmured, her voice husky with the remnants of the kiss.

Jordan met her gaze, a question swirling in their deep brown eyes. Marie, her fingers nimble despite the passion lingering in her touch, began unraveling the intricate design of her hair, removing more than one hair tie as her locs were free from the intricate hairstyle.

"Much better," she sighed, the tension leaving her shoulders with her hair cascading around her. Wrapping her hands around Jordan's neck, the gesture now felt more natural, intimate. She leaned back in, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Now," she whispered, her voice a breath against their skin, "where were we?"

Jordan's lips curled into a mischievous smile, mirroring Marie's playfulness. Their hands traveled slowly down her sides, tracing the contours of her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Marie shivered, an electric jolt coursing through her veins.

With a sudden surge of desire, Jordan rolled them both over so that Marie straddled their hips. The air crackled around them as Marie gazed down at Jordan, their eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own.

She leaned in, capturing Jordan's lips with a newfound determination. Their kiss was fierce and passionate, a tangle of tongues and teeth that spoke volumes without uttering a word. Marie's fingers danced along the curves of Jordan's body, memorizing every dip and line as if this would be their first and last time together.

But deep down, she hoped it wouldn't be. She'd blame her thoughts on the amount of alcohol she consumed tonight. But she was too focused on the sight in front of her.

Jordan quickly discarded their clothes haphazardly on their dorm room floor, kneeling over Marie in just their underwear. Their bob swayed as they leaned in to kiss Marie's neck, fingers curling around her bra straps pulling them down.

Marie gasped at the feel of Jordan's lips on her skin, and looked up at Jordan through heavy-lidded eyes. Their breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Jordan's eyes locked onto hers, their gaze intense and filled with desire. "God I–" they began, their voice hoarse with need. "I need you, Marie. I need this."

She hesitated only for a moment before nodding, her weakness for Jordan overpowering her reservations. They kissed again, more urgently this time, the passion and longing between them undeniable. As their lips met, Jordan's fingers deftly undid the clasp of Marie's bra, freeing her TITTIES TO THE COOL AIR.

Marie arched her back slightly, her nipples pebbling immediately in reaction to the cool air.

"So beautiful," Jordan murmured softly before leaning down to take one of Marie's nipples between their lips.

Marie moaned, threading her fingers through Jordan's hair. Jordan's tongue was warm and wet against her nipple, flicking and exploring with expert precision. Marie could feel their breath against her skin, heating up the cool air and sending a shiver through her body. Her fingers tangled in their hair, pulling them closer as she yearned for more. Jordan continued to tease her nipple with their tongue, their lips brushing against her skin in a intense dance.

Her resistance crumbled away like a brittle wall. She wanted this, needed it. Needed the comfort, the passion, the connection that Jordan was offering. She wound her arms around Jordan's neck, pulling them closer, deepening the kiss.

She could feel the other woman's body trembling over her, matching her every move.

"Jordan," she breathed, gasping for air as their lips parted.

Their bodies melded together in passion, a feverish dance of tongues and skin. Jordan's hands traced the curve of Marie's back, moving lower until they reached the waistband of her underwear. With a quick tug, they were stripped away, leaving her completely exposed.

Marie's breath caught in her throat as Jordan's fingers glided over her skin down there, tracing the contours of her thighs. She could feel the heat radiating from the other woman's touch, and the desire simmering beneath the surface.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, they were lost in the hunger that danced between them. Jordan leaned up to give Marie a kiss again before their eyes finally locked on Marie's wetness.

"Fuck," Jordan began tracing their fingers on her clit. "Can't wait to have this again," they muttered in a hushed voice, their eyes never leaving hers.

Marie shook her head, her eyes filling with tears as she gazed into Jordan's depths. "Please," she whispered back, her voice quivering. "Please, Jordan."

Marie gasped in delight, feeling a finger slowly push into her warm, slick depths. Jordan's intense gaze locked onto Marie's, their fingers slowly dipping into her slick depth, moving in and out with a mesmerizing rhythm. Drops of sweat glistened on their skin, catching the dim light from the bedside lamp.

Jordan continued to move their fingers inside her, matching the rhythm of her moans with each thrust. Their breaths became increasingly heavier as they found themselves lost in the moment.

Jordan's lips traveled down Marie's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and nips before reaching her collarbone. They sucked on the sensitive spot, eliciting a gasp from Marie's lips.

"You're so beautiful," Jordan whispered against her skin, their fingers never ceasing their movements inside of her.

Marie closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure building up inside her. She wrapped her arms around Jordan's neck, pulling their lips closer for another passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, mingling with the taste of the champagne they had earlier drank, as if cementing their souls together.

She arched her back as Jordan added a third finger, stretching and filling her in ways she had never experienced before. Her hips began to move in time with their thrusts, seeking more of that incredible sensation.

"Please," she begged, not knowing exactly what she was asking for but needing more of it nonetheless.

Jordan gave an understanding nod before leaning down to capture one of Marie's nipples between their lips again. Their free hand trailed down Marie's body until it reached the bundle of nerves between her legs. They began to rub slow circles over it with their thumb while keeping up the steady rhythm with their other hand.

Marie's back arched off the bed as pleasure coursed through every inch of her body. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to release with each passing second.

"Fuck," Jordan muttered, watching intently as Marie writhed beneath them. "Come baby,"

And with those words, it all became too much for Marie to handle. She exploded into oblivion, every muscle in her body tensing and releasing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

"Jordan," she cried out, grasping onto them tightly as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

For several moments, they simply laid there, catching their breaths and basking in the aftermath of their passion with Jordan watching her from above. Finally, Jordan pulled their fingers out before bringing them to their lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied smirk.

"You taste so good," they murmured, dragging the tips of their wet fingers slowly across Marie's lips. "Need to feel you," they sighed, moving their hands down to spread Marie's thighs wide open when she began to subconsciously close them.

They lined their own pussy over Marie's own dripping one, their lips parting for a brief moment as they locked eyes again. Their desire was palpable, the electric connection between them thrumming hard..

In one swift movement, Jordan sliding their wetness over Marie's own, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her back arched, her fingers digging into Jordan's hips as her inner muscles tightened around Jordan.

"God, yes," she moaned into the air, their bodies swaying rhythmically, pulsing together. Marie bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest in desire. She felt their clit grinding against her own, pleasure surging through her. Jordan's lips found Marie's, their tongues twining together in a passionate embrace. The sounds of their bodies, wet and slick, mingled with the gasps of pleasure that escaped their lips. Their hips moved in sync, matching the rhythm of their hearts, and the tempo grew faster, more intense.

"Look so pretty spread open for me," Jordan whispered, their voice thick with lust.

"Fuck," Marie hissed, feeling herself losing herself in the sensations. She moaned into Jordan's mouth as their bodies collided, their pelvises grinding together with a wet slap. The pressure built inside her, the surge of pleasure overwhelming her body. "You feel good?"

Marie could only nod in response, her mind hazy with the overwhelming sensation of Jordan's body pressed against hers. She felt the wetness growing on her inner thighs as their bodies collided, and the air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat.

Jordan's breathing was heavy now, their chest rising and falling rapidly as their hips moved. "Good," they grunted. Their thrusts were getting sloppy now "Cause you feel so good Marie, you feel so fucking good," they groaned, their voice hoarse with need.

She reached up, her fingers tangling in Jordan's hair, pulling their lips down to hers for another searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, and Marie felt a surge of desire wash over her. She wanted this more than anything, wanted to be closer to Jordan, even as her body trembled with need and desire.

Their pace quickened, their hips moving faster and harder, their bodies slapping together now. Sweat dripped down Jordan's forehead as they moved fast. Jordan's breaths came in short gasps, her eyes locked onto Marie's, her grip on the other woman's hips tightening with each thrust.

"Feel amazing," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. Marie's moans echoed in the room, her body arching up to meet each of Jordan's thrusts. She could feel her own orgasm building, the tension in her muscles growing with each passing moment.

"Fuck, I'm so close," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Jordan's eyes widened, the sight of Marie's pleasure pushing her closer to peak. She quickened her pace, their hips slapping wetly against each other.

"Come for me, Marie," she urged, moving one of her hands in between their bodies to rub against Marie's clit. "Let go."

"Oh, fuck," Marie cried, her body trembling as the most intense orgasm of her life washed over her. Her muscles clenched around Jordan, her nails digging into the other woman's skin as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Jordan's own orgasm was just moments away, the visceral sight of Marie's pleasure almost sending her over the edge. She thrust harder, their bodies moving in perfect sync until she was crying out too, her own release shaking her to her very core.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still entwined, both of them panting heavily as they tried to catch their breath. Their chests heaved with every breath, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

"That was..." Marie began, her voice hoarse from her orgasm. She trailed off, feeling their steady heartbeat on top of her.

"Jordan?" she looked up to see that they somehow managed to fall fast asleep on top of her, soft snores leaving their mouth.

Marie smiled a bit, not having the heart to push them off her.

I'll deal with it in the morning.

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Notes:

I spent two hours rewatching the #ThinkBrink episode just so I can accurately copy dialogue omg. doing the same shit for episode 4 OMFG

hope you enjoyed! truly hope I post the other parts before Friday. they're practically done anyways.

Chapter 3: yeah but...

Summary:

what would have happened had Emma came in a little later

Notes:

this was supposed to be posted at 10:00 pm est. recruited my friend to post it at that time. she forgot.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

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“Look, I-I don’t have any money, uh, but Vought gave me a bunch of free shit I don’t use so…” There, a lone bench, stood Marie, engaged in conversation with none other than… fucking Rufus? ‘ What the hell is she doing with that creep?’ Jordan thought to themself.

Normally, Jordan wouldn't spare them a glance. Had it been anyone else talking to that dipshit they would’ve just rolled their eyes and kept moving but fuck it was Marie . And seeing her with fucking Rufus sparked a bit of curiosity in them. What would cause her to talk to Rufus? They couldn't hear the conversation from their distance, but Rufus's greasy words was unmistakable, sending shivers down their spine.

“Or there are other ways you can thank me,” Jordan rolled their eyes before walking away. That pervy tone in Rufus's voice, the way he leaned in closer to Marie, made it feel like they were watching a predator circling its prey and Jordan wasn’t going to watch Marie fall for his fucking trap in front of them.

A pang of unease gnawed at Jordan's stomach as they saw Marie talking to Rufus. "She'll be fine," they muttered, more to convince themselves than anything else. Yet, their feet betrayed them, turning their walk towards the training gym into a detour behind a conveniently placed pillar.

Anger fought with self-deprecation inside them. The fuck were they doing, playing some kind of fucking spy just because Marie was talking to a creep like Rufus? Annoyance at his greasy presence simmered within them, but a new, unwelcome emotion flickered alongside it – concern for Marie. It was stupid, laughable even. They'd hooked up twice, sure it was really great fucking sex, but genuine worry for her? It didn't sit right.

Squatting low to avoid being seen, Jordan peeked around the pillar. Marie sat beside Rufus, her brows furrowed in what looked like frustration, yet she continued the conversation. Dumbass they thought as they continued to watch. The sight did nothing to quell the unease brewing inside them. This was fucking Marie, the girl who was a bit too independent and quick with a barb, yet stuck in a situation that clearly rubbed her the wrong way. So why the fuck is she still talking to him.

"Uh, hey, you okay?" A random student, face unfamiliar, peered at them with concern. Jordan's annoyance flared, hot and immediate.

"Just admiring the campus architecture," they replied, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Fascinating, really. The way this pillar looks exactly like the others. Now fuck off."

The student blinked, clearly confused. Jordan, momentarily distracted, glanced back to see that Marie and Rufus had disappeared with not a single trace of them every being at that bench. Panic, cold and sudden, gripped them.

“Look at what you fucking did,” Jordan groaned adding a quick “get the fuck outta my way” as they began to make their way to the where they hoped Marie would be.

“The fuck did I do?”

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You better be fucking in here Marie they cursed internally as they banged loudly on Rufus’ dorm door, Jordan's heart raced with worry.

“Fuck off, I’m busy,” they heard Rufus say from inside his door.

“Rufus, open this goddamn door you piece of shit,” they yelled, their voice rough with urgency. Jordan's concern was at an all time fucking high now; seeing Rufus and Marie entering his dorm together raised all the fucking red flags.

Fuck this they cursed internally as lost their patience and forcibly kicked the door down. They stepped in just in time to see Marie sat on the floor blood splattered all over her face. They stopped dead in their tracks once they saw Rufus cowered in a corner holding his… well what once was his dick.

The air crackled with tension as the last echo of Rufus' shout faded. Jordan blinked, the adrenaline draining away, leaving behind a stunned silence. Marie remained frozen on the floor, eyes wide and unblinking.

Clearing their throat, Jordan extended a hand towards her. "Nice work," they offered, their voice low. "Come on."

Relief washed over Marie's face as she grasped their hand. Pulling herself up, she wobbled slightly, the adrenaline leaving her shaky. Jordan steadied her, their touch lingering a beat too long, sending a spark through them both.

As they walked towards the door, Jordan couldn't help but add, “Piece of dickless shit,” looking down at Rufus in disgust who was holding his dick in pain.

“Are you okay? That was fucking dope. How’d you do that?” They question quickly, replaced by their frantic search through their duffle bag. Finally, they grabbed a clean towel, gently pressing it in her hands to clean the blood splattered across her face.

The touch seemed to jolt Marie back to reality. "No idea," she mumbled, voice shaky as she wiped her face clean. The shock was evident in her trembling hands and wide eyes.

Marie, still shaken, spoke, her voice noticeably shaky, "Should we call someone?" she asked after hearing Rufus yell “oh my dick” from his dorm.

Jordan, frustration simmering beneath their concern, scoffed. “No. The guy’s like walking Rufenal, blowing pheromones on anyone who gets too close. Fuck him.” They paused for a bit, feeling the frustration take over their concern for Marie. “What were you thinking, asking him for help?”

Marie sighed, rolling her eyes a bit purposefully looking ahead. “I can’t just do nothing,”

The anger simmered in Jordan's gut, turning their blood to ice. As they walked away from Rufus's dorm, Marie's naivety grated on their nerves like nails on a chalkboard. “You are unbelievable,” they spat, irritation twisting their features. “I would kill to be number two again. I would kill you to be number two again. You’re really gonna throw it all away?”

Marie stopped short, her back stiffening. “I’m not throwing it all away. I’m not, but Emma’s my friend!”

Jordan scoffed,“What happened to ‘you don’t owe anyone anything, and to leave you the fuck alone?” repeating her words from just a few days ago.

Shame flickered in Marie's eyes, momentarily dimming the defiance. “Maybe I was wrong.”

“Maybe you’re an idiot.”

Marie narrowed her eyes, stepping closer, her gaze unflinching. “You know what. You’re full of shit. You know I’m right, you’re just scared.” Her voice held a quiet intensity that saw right through their false ass bravado.

The accusation struck a chord, sending a jolt of anger and something else, something deeper, through them. Jordan leaned in, their voice low and dangerous. “Tek fucking Knight is on campus.” they hissed, their eyes boring into Marie's. “If he finds out what you’re doing, you’re lucky you end up in prison. He fucks people up.”

“Since when do you care about anyone not named Jordan?” Marie scoffed, but a flicker of concern betrayed the bravado in her eyes.

The question hung heavy in the air, a truth Jordan couldn't deny. They did care. About her. The realization settled in their stomach, heavy and unwelcome. But admitting it aloud was not something they planned on doing anytime fucking soon.

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Jordan's gaze drifted down, drawn to the curve of Marie's lips, the vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. Words failed them, but their lingering stare spoke volumes, a silent plea for her to understand their true feelings.

Marie, sensing the shift, quickly averted her gaze, heat rising in her cheeks and began walking away from Jordan, eyes focused on the ground.

As Marie rounded the corner, leaving the conversation, leaving them, Jordan couldn't resist a parting comment. "Fine," they called out, their voice laced with mocking. "Next time I won't rescue you then."

A beat of silence, before Marie's voice, clear and amused, floated back. "You didn't."

Jordan turned around, a playful smile lighting their features. "Fuckin’ did!"

"I exploded his dick!!" Marie countered, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she turned to face them fully.

A grin stretched across Jordan's face, relief washing over them like a cool wave. Their banter, familiar and sharp, was like a comforting feeling amidst the fucking chaos of their emotions right now. "Because I distracted him," they added, a hint of smugness in their voice. "Tag team cocksplosion, all right?" They made a theatrical gesture with their hands, slowly backing away with a playful smirk.

“Fucking weirdo!”

Jordan chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in their chest as they continued their retreat. The adrenaline thrumming through their veins was slowly fading, replaced by a warm, satisfied feeling. Their heart felt lighter, a fact they blamed entirely on the adrenaline. Or maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the spark of laughter exchanged with Marie

As they walked further away, the image of Marie's smile danced in their mind, brighter than any city light. "She's cute," they admitted to themselves, the words catching them pleasantly off guard. The revelation brought a warmth to their cheeks.

As they passed Rufus' dorm once more, a prickling curiosity tugged at Jordan. They paused, peaking through the area that once held his door. Rufus lay sprawled on the floor, clutching his dick, a grimace contorting his face, tears leaving his eyes in waves.

They walked in slowly, feet creaking against the floor. They squatted to his level, head tilted sideways in a menacing way. Rufus flinched, his eyes widening in surprise and apprehension.

“If you ever,” they began, their voice low and threatening, “Go near Marie again, you’ll lose much more than that pathetic excuse of a dick. Fucking got that?” Jordan stared at him menacingly.

Their words hung heavy in the air, carrying the weight of their abilities and the threat of retribution.

Jordan held his gaze for a beat longer, searching for any hidden defiance. When they found none, they offered a curt nod.

“Good.” Turning away, they left Rufus huddled on the floor, the silence echoing their unspoken warning.

Fucking prick. Should’ve just killed him.

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The air in the lecture hall hummed with anticipation as Jordan slid into their usual seat. Two days had passed since their encounter with Rufus and Marie, and every stolen moment had been consumed by thoughts of her smile, the brightness in her eyes, the way her voice dipped a touch when they argued. They fucking wanted to approach her, talk to her, fuck even a simple "hi" would suffice, but their voice seemed to desert them at the sight of her presence when she walked past them in class.

Across the room, Marie was being ushered to a side conversation by the Dean, her voice punctuated by her subtle gestures. Jordan tried to eavesdrop, their ears straining to catch snippets of the conversation – was she in trouble? What was Dean Shetty asking her about? Better not be about fucking Rufus. When did their concern for her become so potent, so all-encompassing?

They watched as Marie walked to her seat, far from their own, the change in her expression was stark. They noticed frustration replacing the smile that she had when she first walked in the classroom. A desperate urge to reach out, to offer comfort, battled with their fear of being pushy.

Their gaze locked for a fleeting moment, and Jordan quickly looked away, heat rising in their cheeks. Just then, the Dean's booming voice filled the room, announcing.

“Okay everyone listen up,” she began, her voice carrying a weight of anticipation. “We are fortunate to have a guest lecturer who revolutionized the field in superhero crimefighting. So, please, welcome a son of God U, Tek Knight,”

A camera crew scurried in, their lens fixated on the figure who followed – Tek Knight. His presence was intimidating – tall, imposing, with a steely glint in his eyes that held secrets that Jordan felt would be uncovered real fucking soon.

Jordan's eyes glazed over as Tek Knight launched into his lecture. Every self-righteous word felt like nails on a fucking chalkboard. They'd had enough of Tek Knight's self-important persona back at God U, his relentless interrogations about Professor Brink's and Golden Boy– Luke’s deaths leaving a bitter taste in their mouth. To Jordan, he wasn't a hero, just a glorified fucking reporter that always had a camera crew in tow, fiending on misfortune and peddling fabricated stories.

The air in the hall seemed to crackle with Tek Knight's smug pronouncements, each one fueling Jordan's simmering irritation. There was something inherently unsettling about the man, a darkness lurking beneath his polished exterior. Something truly fucked. Maybe it was his piercing gaze that seemed to dissect everyone in the room, or the calculated smile that never quite reached his eyes. Whatever it was, Jordan instinctively recoiled from him, a innate sense of unease prickling beneath their skin.

With that realization, they easily shut him out. Tek Knight's words became a distant drone, thoughts drifting off to better things, what they would eat later, taking a nap, or–

“Marie Moreau,” Tek Knight boomed, drawing the eyes of every student towards her.

“So, Ms. Moreau,” Tek Knight continued, after Marie settled in a chair in the center of the lecture hall, all eyes now scrutinizing her. “You stopped Golden Boy’s rampage.”

“Not just me,” Marie replied, her voice calm and steady despite the spotlight. “There were others.”

“Andre Anderson,” Tek Knight said, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Golden Boy’s best friend. Whom I notice, uh… has skipped class today. The two of you make a good-looking couple.”

A jolt of annoyance surged through Jordan at his words. The suggestion that he and Marie might be a couple fueled a familiar resentment. Good-looking, maybe, only because Marie would be doing all of the fucking work. Marie? Stunning. Andre? Not even fucking close.

As if reading their mind, Marie's gaze met Jordan's across the room, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes.

"We're not together," Marie stated firmly, her voice ringing through the hushed classroom.

“When you start out, you want to establish a baseline,” he explained, his gaze wandering around the classroom “and build a rapport. Ms. Moreau’s body language is open, and she’s maintaining good eye contact.” his gaze focusing back onto Marie.

"Walk me through that day, Ms. Moreau," Jordan watched with growing unease as Tek Knight rose from his chair, his movements predatory. They felt a pit forming in their stomach, a premonition that things were about to get uncomfortable.

Marie crossed her leg over the other, her stance surprisingly relaxed despite the mounting pressure. "I went to see Professor Brink," she began, her voice unwavering. “Luke had already killed him. We fought. He killed himself. I’ve told this story a lot.”

The air crackled with tension as Tek Knight's gaze sharpened, scrutinizing Marie. “But, uh… not the whole story.” His voice held a sinister edge, laced with accusation. “Why were you going to see Brink?”

“I wanted to discuss my class schedule,” Marie responded easily.

“Lie. Pupil dilation,” he declared triumphantly, a smug smile twisting his lips. “See it? It’s a classic sign.”

The pressure mounted, palpable even from where Jordan sat. They could see Marie's face lose her confidence, hands clenching in a tight fist, her nervous energy radiating through the room.

“Why were you really there?” Tek Knight continued his line of questioning. “Was it to talk about his distaste for you?”

“Bullseye.” He circled her like a predator stalking its prey. “Heart rate just elevated. Professor Brink only admitted students with impeccable qualifications into Crimefighting. Your powers are, um… nasty. There’s no way he would admit you.”

Marie's jaw tightened, defiance flashing in her eyes. “And yet here I am.”

“Ah,” Tek Knight's voice dripped with mockery. “So, not being good enough is a sore spot. What are you hiding? What do you know?”

Everyone in the room leaned forward, captivated by the unfolding drama. Jordan felt a knot of anxiety tighten in their stomach.

“Nothing,” Marie snapped, her voice trembling with desperation. But the fear was evident, raw and exposed. Tek Knight had her in a fucking bind.

“He was gonna expel you, wasn’t he?” Tek Knight's voice was ice-cold, his words dripping with accusation. Each syllable felt like a needle jabbing at Marie, probing for a weak spot in her carefully constructed facade.

“No!” she cried out, desperation creeping into her voice. But it was a denial tinged with uncertainty, a tremor in her resolve that Tek Knight was quick to exploit.

“Pretty convenient that he was deep-fried that very same day,” he continued, his voice laced with a twisted smirk. “Were you in on it with Luke?”

“No. I didn’t do anything.” Marie protested, her voice rising a notch in pitch. But with each denial, her confidence seemed to crumble.

“Now or then?” Tek Knight pressed, his words coming fast and furious, leaving no room for her to breathe.

Caught in the spotlight, Marie stammered, her mind racing to find an escape route from the verbal maze Tek Knight had constructed. “Then. Now. Both” she blurted out, the words tumbling over each other in a panicked rush. The fuck was she doing? Jordan thought, leaning forward Each utterance chipped away at her carefully constructed defenses, revealing a raw vulnerability she couldn't hide.

“Which is it?” Tek Knight pressed further, his eyes narrowed like a predator closing in on its prey.

Finally, the dam broke. “I-I couldn’t stop Luke,”she admitted, her voice trembling with both fear and anger. “Yes, I went to Brink’s because he kicked me out. I saw Luke, and I fucking ran. And the only reason I’m still alive is because Jordan Li held him off long enough for me to get away.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, a stark confession that sent shockwaves through the classroom. As if on fucking cue, all eyes turned to Jordan, who felt the weight of a hundred stares pinning them down. A conflicting storm of emotions raged within them - relief that Marie had finally told the truth, but also so much fucking anger at her reckless fucking admission, and a annoyingly familiar, protective instinct towards her vulnerability.

“Jordan’s the hero,” her eyes caught theirs before looking to the ground. “Not me.”

“And that’s how you break a witness, folks.” The applause from the class washed over Jordan like white noise, their focus solely on Marie. Her words echoed in their head: "Jordan's the hero. Not me." They could only watch Marie grabbed her bag with a haste bordering on panic, her face unreadable, and disappeared out the classroom door.

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“What the hell was that back there?”they demanded, pushing their way through the opening.

Caught off guard, Marie stumbled back, her face flushed a mix of anger and weariness. “I said the truth? Finally?” she retorted, her voice laced with defiance. “A-And now Tek Knight’s probably gonna crucify me and I’m gonna get expelled.”

Jordan stormed past her, planting themselves firmly in the middle of the room. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Yeah, you did,” Marie shot back, her voice rising to meet Jordan's. “Like… several fucking times, actually.”

“But I didn’t want you to bury yourself in the process. You keep doing the dumb thing.”

The last comment hit its mark. Marie's shoulders slumped, and she sank onto her bed, her defiance replaced by a heavy sigh. “Fuck. You’re welcome.”

Jordan, seeing the immediate hurt in her eyes, softened slightly. They let out a breath, trying to control their own rising temper. “I don’t mean you’re stupid. You’re fucking smart. So what’s your angle?” They couldn't understand what had possessed Marie to fucking throw herself, and by extension Jordan, onto the chopping block during Tek Knight's “lecture”.

Marie lifted her head, meeting Jordan's gaze with a newfound intensity. “My angle is that… sometimes people don’t have an angle. Sometimes, they’re just actual human beings.”

Jordan blinked, taken aback by the simple yet profound answer. They had always seen Marie as a calculating individual, someone who played her cards close to her chest. But this raw vulnerability, this glimpse into the motivations driving her actions, was unsettling yet strangely refreshing.

Turning away for a second, Jordan stared out the window, trying to find some semblance of clarity. “You said I was scared,” Jordan finally spoke, their voice slightly quieter than before, laden with a tinge of vulnerability. They recalled the earlier exchange, Marie's accusation now holding a different weight.

“I was just talking shit,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “Okay? You’re the one who actually fought Golden Boy,”

Jordan met her gaze, their own filled with a raw honesty that they couldn't hide. “Yeah, but…” they stepped closer, their voice barely above a murmur, “I’m so fucking scared.”

The fear they confessed wasn't just about Golden Boy or fucking Tek Knight. It was a deeper fear, an uncertainty about themself, about what they thought they for sure fucking knew… about the fucking pounding attraction towards Marie that threatened to unravel fucking everything.

Marie met their gaze with a calm determination. “Don’t be,” she said simply, her words carrying a quiet strength that surprised Jordan. (cue 'Moment' by Victoria Monet here. inserting the vibes into your mind)

In that moment, fueled by an “unexplainable” impulse, Jordan stepped closer, their form shifting. As they grew taller, their once soft features sharpened. They leaned down, hesitantly meeting Marie's lips in a tentative kiss. This time, however, it was different. Different from the ones they shared before The kiss was filled with a yearning, tenderness, honesty .

They pulled away, a nervous laugh escaping their deeper, male voice. "Um, sorry," they stumbled. “That’s not what you meant,” they took a small step back from Marie.

"Yeah," she breathed, pulling away slightly, "no..."

The word seemed to hang in the air, unfinished, lost in the storm of emotions swirling between them. But before doubt could creep in, Marie's hand lifted up, resting behind Jordan's neck, pulling their face back down to hers. This time, she took charge, meeting her lips with theirs.

The room spun as Jordan swept Marie back into their arms, their familiar rhythm effortlessly reemerging. Jordan wrapped their arms around her, walking with her backwards until she was firmly pressed between their chest and the bookshelf. The closeness was intoxicating, their bodies just inches apart.

As they paused, Jordan couldn't help but pull back slightly, mesmerized. Marie's flushed cheeks painted a captivating picture, her eyes reflecting the fucking want in their own. In that moment, she wasn't just beautiful, she was fucking captivating , a whirlwind of fucking everything amazing in life, wrapped in one stunning package. Just for them.

The desire in her eyes mirrored his own, a silent agreement that fueled the next move. Jordan leaned in again, their breath mingling before their lips met in a searing kiss. It was a slow, then a fucking wildfire, their tongues dancing with a newfound urgency. Each touch sent shivers cascading down their spines, leaving them breathless and yearning for more.

Pulling away for a fleeting moment, Jordan traced the outline of her jaw with their thumb, the warmth radiating beneath their touch fueling their desire. "You're so fucking beautiful," they gasped, pulling away slightly just to see her better. Marie's face was flushed, eyes locked on theirs, sparkling with a mix of desire and a touch of playful defiance.

Jordan captured her lips again, lifting her up in their arms, wrapping her legs around their waist as they carried her towards the bed. The air crackled with electricity, the anticipation of what was to come driving them both further into the depths of their desires.

Marie's delicate hands tangled in Jordan's hair, her touch igniting a fire within them that burned hotter with each passing moment. The weight of their connection, of the unspoken love and vulnerability, hung in the air, creating a space between them where nothing else mattered.

As they reached the bed, Jordan gently placed Marie down, their eyes never breaking contact. They took a moment to appreciate the sight before them—the way her hair framed her face, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath, the anticipation in her eyes that mirrored their own.

Without hesitation, Jordan climbed onto the bed, their body hovering over Marie's. Their lips collided once more, hungry and passionate, a symphony of desire and longing. They moved together effortlessly, their bodies perfectly attuned to each other's rhythms. Every touch, every caress was filled with an intensity that sent waves of pleasure coursing through them.

"Can I take this off?" Jordan pleaded, hands slightly tugging at her jacket.

"Please," Marie whispered, her eyes never leaving Jordan's.

Jordan quickly removed Marie's jacket as she simultaneously kicked off her boots, revealing the delicate curves of her body. Their hands slipped underneath her shirt as their lips moved to the curve of her neck.

A low growl escaped Jordan's throat, the sound a perfect harmony to the pounding of their heart. The scent of her skin, a mix of passion and something uniquely Marie, filled their nostrils, intoxicating them further. They felt Marie's breath hitched as their hands found their way to her chest.

"All of this. All of you," they moaned into her lips. "All fucking mine," they lifted her shirt over her head, lips immediately pressing open mouthed kisses onto her chest.

Jordan's hands traced a path down her sides, the light scratch of their fingers against her skin sending shivers through her body. They cupped her hips, their fingers digging into her flesh as they pulled her closer, their lips never leaving her chest.

"Mine," Jordan whispered, their lips trailing down her stomach, their tongue teasing the sensitive skin just above her navel. They felt Marie squirm beneath them, as their fingers slipped underneath the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down in one quick motion, leaving her legs exposed and vulnerable to their touch.

Their lips continued to trail down, tonguing her navel, then moving lower, until they reached her underwear. Jordan gave her a soft kiss through her underwear, before kissing towards her thighs, biting lightly at her inner thigh.

They enjoyed as Marie squirmed restlessly beneath them, as they continued to kiss and bite her thighs.

"Jordan," Marie breathed out, her voice barely audible. The feeling was overwhelming, the desire between them building with every passing second. "Please."

Jordan smiled, leaning up, becoming face to face with her pussy again.

Jordan slowly pulled down her underwear, revealing her nakedness to them. They exhaled sharply, their breath catching in their throat at the sight before them. The pulsing heat between her legs called them.

Without another moment's hesitation, Jordan leaned forward, their tongue darting out to taste the wetness that glistened on her skin. Marie gasped, her hands threaded through Jordan's hair as her hips bucked instinctively. They couldn't hold back their moan at the taste, rich and salty, filling their senses with the intoxicating allure of her desire.

As they continued to lick and suck, teasing her folds with the tip of their tongue, Marie's breaths became shallow and quick, her hips jerking uncontrollably with each touch.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Jordan... please, more."

Jordan's eyes rolled back at the feel of her tugging their hair. They quickly shifted into their female form, a hand leaving one of Marie's thighs and making its way in between her legs, fingers joining Jordan's tongue in a joint effort to make Marie squirt on their fucking face. They pushed in deeper, curling their fingers to hit just the right spot inside her. Marie's back arched, her hands gripping the bed sheets as her hips bucked wildly.

"Oh God, yes," Marie moaned, her voice echoing through the room. "Oh my God!"

Jordan's fingers continued to pump in and out of her, their other hand moving to her clit, gently stroking the sensitive nub. Marie's moans grew louder, more desperate, as pleasure washed over her in waves.

"Fuck, Jordan, I'm going to cum, please don't stop," she begged, her voice barely audible.

Jordan smiled, feeling the warmth of Marie's climax building between her legs. Their fingers continued to piston in and out, their tongue flicking against her clit with each movement. They could feel Marie's muscles tighten around them, the walls of her pussy gripping their fingers and tongue as she neared the peak of her orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh–" Marie cried out, her hips bucking harder against Jordan's face as she squirted her juices all over their mouth and chin.

Jordan savored the taste of her cum, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh, enjoying the sensation of her orgasm still pulsing through her body. As Marie's trembling subsided, they slowly pulled away from her, their fingers now covered in her sweet release.

With a soft smile, Jordan leaned up and kissed Marie gently on the lips, tasting her own flavor on their sweet mouth. Marie returned the kiss, her lips still swollen and flushed from their passionate meeting.

"You taste so good baby," Jordan groaned, eyes closed, head pressed against hers.

Jordan reached down to remove their fingers that were still between Marie's legs, savoring the sight of her wetness glistening on their skin. They brought their hand slowly to their mouth, gently licking off the remnants of her pleasure.

"God I'm so fucking hard right now," they moaned, hands dipping into their own cargos feeling how wet they fucking were.

"But you're..." Marie trailed off, observing them in their female form.

"S'okay, you won't get it," they laughed a bit as they shifted into their male form again.

They leaned down again, pressing kisses along Marie's jawline. "I want you," Jordan whispered against her neck, their voice filled with urgency and longing. "I want to be inside you... please, Marie. Let me make you mine."

Marie's eyes fluttered open, her breaths still shallow and rapid. She looked into Jordan's eyes, a mix of desire and tenderness reflected in their depths. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Jordan. Please, make me yours."

Jordan smiled, the expression lighting up their face. They quickly removed the rest of their clothing, revealing their hard, throbbing erection. Their eyes locked with Marie's as they slowly grabbed her hand, wrapping her hand around their dick.

"Fuck," they groaned, their eyes rolling back for a moment as Marie's touch sent shivers down their spine. "Take me, baby. Show me just how much you want me."

Marie licked her lips, her eyes never leaving Jordan's as she slowly stroked their length. She felt the heat radiating from their body, the pulsing veins and the throbbing tip, all begging for her touch. She adjusted her position and leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive tip, making Jordan's breath catch in their throat.

"Yes, that's it, baby," Jordan moaned, their hips bucking slightly against her mouth.

Marie gently swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the taste and texture. Jordan's breaths grew heavier, their hips bucking against Marie's mouth.

Jordan let out a low growl, their fingers threading through Marie's hair, gently guiding her movements. Marie slid her lips further down Jordan's dick, her tongue swirling around the pulsing veins, tasting the salty sweetness of Jordan's precum. She could feel Jordan's breath quicken, their hips thrusting slightly against her face, their desires growing more intense.

Jordan quickly pulled back, breath staggered from the sensations Marie was giving them.

"Gonna fucking cum from just–" Jordan caught their breath. "Who fucking taught you that," they breath out a laugh. They leaned down to kiss Marie again, pulling her towards the edge of the bed. Her lower half was now hanging off the side of her bed, legs sprawled and exposed.

Jordan adjusted their body, positioning themselves at her entrance, their dick glistening with pre-cum. Their eyes never left Marie's as they positioned themselves at the entrance of her pussy. They leaned in, the tip of their dick pressing against her, and then slowly, oh so slowly, pushed inside her.

"Oh fuck, Jordan," Marie cried out, her hips bucking instinctively as the sensation overwhelmed her. Jordan paused for a moment, allowing Marie to adjust to the feeling of their dick. They forced their eyes open, not allowing the amazing squeeze of Marie's cunt around them take away from the glorious fucking sight in front of them. As they held themselves inside her, they felt Marie slowly adjusted, Jordan began to thrust, their hips moving in a steady rhythm. Each time they pulled back, the head of their dick glistened with Marie's juices. As they thrust forward, they could feel her pussy gripping their dick, her muscles contracting around them, pulling them deeper with each pass.

"Oh, fuck, Jordan," Marie moaned, her voice echoing through the room. "You feel so good inside me."

Jordan let out a low growl, their eyes rolling back in pleasure as they picked up the pace of their thrusts. They gripped Marie's thighs, lifting her lower half closer to them, fucking her harder.

Marie let out a desperate whimper, her nails digging into the sheets as her body was thrust into submissive ecstasy.Their hips slapped against Marie's ass, their dick sliding in and out of her with ease.

"Fuck," Jordan gasped, their body trembling with each thrust, their pace increasing with each passing second. They leaned down, their lips finding Marie's, their tongues intertwining as they kissed passionately.

Marie met Jordan's kiss with urgency, her hands gripping their neck, pulling them closer. Their bodies moved in sync, their breathing synchronizing as they reached the peak of their arousal.

"Oh, God, Jordan, I'm close," Marie whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies slapping together.

Jordan groaned, feeling the warmth of Marie's climax building within her. They reached down, their fingers finding Marie's clit, gently stroking the sensitive nub as they thrust. Marie's moans grew louder, more desperate, as pleasure washed over her in waves.

"Jordan I'm–," Marie gasped, eyes rolling back as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed beneath Jordan's, her pussy clamping down on their dick with an intensity that set Jordan's nerves alight.

"Fuck, Marie!" Jordan cried out, feeling the heat of her climax wash over them. They thrust harder, faster, trying to ride the wave of pleasure with her. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

Marie's orgasm peaked, her body trembling beneath Jordan's as she let out a scream of pure ecstasy. Jordan felt the warmth of her climax wash over them, their own arousal building to its peak.

"Fuck, Marie," Jordan grunted, their voice hoarse from the passion of the moment. "I'm so close, baby, I'm gonna fucking cum." Jordan's body stiffened, their pace slowing as they fought to hold on to the intense sensation for just a little bit longer. They thrust one more time, their dick pulsing inside her, and finally, they came, their load spilling deep within her. Feeling their cum spill into her, they let out a contented moan. Marie's legs wrapped around Jordan's waist, pulling them closer to her, bodies stilled joined together. Their breathing was heavy, and they leaned in, their foreheads touching as they savored the aftermath.

"God, Marie," Jordan whispered, their tone filled with gratitude and affection. "I love–" they quickly stopped themself from saying those words too soon. "That was fucking amazing."

"Marie smiled, running her fingers through Jordan's hair. "That was."

A door slammed open, the jarring sound ripping through the charged atmosphere.

Both heads snapped up, their passionate embrace broken. In the doorway stood Marie's missing roommate, Emma, frozen in a pose of horror. Her eyes, wide as saucers, darted between them like a startled deer caught in headlights.

"Oh my God!" she squealed, her hand flying up to cover her eyes. "A lot is happening!"

Notes:

hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 4: sit on my fucking face

Summary:

what would happen if they got the chance to date

Notes:

woah title name is insane Jesus. anywho had a party scene in here I ultimately just removed cause it just reminded me of stuff I've written a few times now. trying to limit redundancy so if i it’s a little sudden between marie chatting with emma and the next scene, that’s why 😛. the later half of this is a copy paste from my Tumblr cause this part has technically been up for awhiiiileeee now lol.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Professor Thompson's final words "Remember, essays due Sunday, eleven AM sharp, not PM! I don’t want to get a bunch of emails claiming you all forgot this time" reverberated through the lecture hall, bouncing off tired foreheads and landing smack on Marie's already overflowing plate. An internal groan rumbled through her gut as she envisioned her weekend buried in the library's uncomfortable chairs and bright lights. Another damn essay. she grumbled to herself, shoving textbooks into her backpack with resignation.

But just as she was about to melt into the mass of departing students, a voice snagged her, stopping her in her tracks. "Moreau," it drawled, laced with its signature blend of amusement and something… else. She looked up to find Jordan perched at the TA desk, eyes glued to their laptop but gaze somehow managing to hold her attention.

"What’s up?," Marie questioned, feeling a bit confused as to why they were holding her after class.

"Got a minute?" they continued, looking up from their computer screen, tilting their head towards her, a hint of something unreadable glinting in their brown eyes. "Wanted to discuss your last assignment with you.”

"Sure no problem.”

“Great, won’t take long” Jordan smiled at her, gazed locked on hers as they stood from their seat to lean against their desk, arms crossed.

The silence stretched, punctuated only by the muffled thud of closing textbooks and the soft voices of student’s talking to one another. Marie's throat constricted, every nerve ending buzzing with the unspoken question hanging in the air. She tasted the anticipation on her tongue, ready to break the silence, when a buzzing voice interrupted, shattering the fragile bubble they'd woven.

"Hey Jordan, can you help me out with the essay due this Sunday—" the student begins, their voice echoing in the sudden intrusion.

Jordan's eyes flicker to Marie, then back to the student, a steely glint hardening their gaze. "My office hours are in an hour," they interrupt, their voice firm, leaving no room for argument. "You can come then."

The student hesitates, their brow furrowed in protest. "But you are helping her out—"

"The fuck did I just say?" Jordan groans, a hint of exasperation creeping into their voice. "Leave. Now."

The student, cowed by Jordan's sudden assertiveness, mutters a disgruntled apology and slinks out of the classroom. Jordan lets out a low sigh of relief, muttering a barely audible "finally" before striding over to the door and locking it with a decisive click.

“So,” Marie began, playing with the straps of her backpack on her shoulders. “Was there a problem with my assignment?”

“Huh? No it was great, aside from a few minor details it was fine,” Jordan smiled, hand running through their bob, walking over to Marie.

Marie's eyebrows furrowed. “Why am I here then? ”she asked, her gaze flitting to the door, then back to Jordan, who seemed to be inching closer with each passing second. A delicious shiver danced down her spine, warring with the confusion in her mind. “I’d like to take a quick nap in my dorm Jordan,”

Jordan's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Because," they drawled, their voice husky, "just needed to have you in private."

Before Marie could react, Jordan closed the distance between them, their hand finding hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. Marie's back met the edge of the desk, effectively cornered. Then, with a smirk that sent shivers down her spine, Jordan leaned up, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. Tongues tangled and moans leaving their mouths. Jordan's hands roamed Marie's body, tracing the curve of her spine, sending shivers skittering across her skin. Their fingers dipped beneath her sweater, brushing against the heat of her bare back, a touch that drew a gasp from her lips, swallowed by the hungry press of their kiss.

With a groan that rumbled in her chest, Jordan shifted into their male form, lifting Marie, her legs finding hold on the edge of the desk. She gasped, the sudden shift fueling the fire between them. Her skirt hiked up, revealing her smooth brown thighs, an invitation met with a possessive squeeze of Jordan's hand. His other hand cupped her face, tilting it for a deeper angle, their kiss deepening, desperate. The air of the classroom was replaced by the taste of each other, the frantic rhythm of their hearts drumming against the silence.

“Look so good in this fucking skirt,” Jordan moaned against Marie’s lips, wrapping her arms around their neck. “Wore it for me?” their hands easily slinked between her warm thighs, fingers pulling her panties to the side.

Marie couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All her senses were lost in the whirlwind of Jordan's touch, the assertiveness of their body pressed against hers. The scent of their skin and the taste of their lips drove her wild, her heart pounding in her chest as she whimpered into their mouth. She didn't know how long they kissed, time seemed to slow down, only to be accelerated by the burning passion between them.

With a lustful growl, Jordan slowly inserted one finger into her drenched core, curving it to hit her sweet spot. Marie moaned loudly, clinging to Jordan as he began to move his finger in and out, his thumb rubbing circles on her sensitive nub.

"Fuck, hold on–" Marie whimpered, pleasure overtaking her. "Jordan, wait."

"What's wrong," Jordan stepped back a bit from her, his eyes still locked with hers.

"We can't do this right now," she sighed, catching her breath, the words tasting like ashes in her mouth. "We don't have time."

Jordan raised a brow, stepping back into her space, shifting into their smaller form. “What do you mean?” she questioned, her voice a husky whisper against her neck. " I got an hour of freetime and I know you have no more classes for the rest of the day,” she whispered before trailing kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, causing her to arch into Jordan’s touch.

"Emma," Marie breathed, pulling away from them, her hands playing with the rings on their fingers.. "I promised to grab lunch with her after this class.

“Fine, twenty minutes then. God knows I’ve made you cum in less time,” Jordan smirked, fingers running to push Marie’s skirt up again.

Marie swallowed hard, the taste of them clinging to her lips. "Jordan," she murmured, her voice laced with both regret and a lingering spark of desire, "no. Emma's waiting." She hopped off the desk, reaching for her backpack, the material suddenly feeling rough and grounding against her fingertips. She reached for her phone that was lighting up with multiple text messages from Emma asking where tf are you and we gotta go before the line gets too long Marie.

“You could just tell her were–” Jordan stopped their sentence short at the pointed look Marie gave them. An exaggerated groan escaped Jordan's lips. "Alright," she conceded, walking over to Marie, her hand reaching to linger on her hip, a promise of unfinished business. "But," she added, her eyes glinting with mischief, "tonight? No fucking excuses, Marie. Come over to my dorm,”

Marie couldn't help but smile, anticipation bumping in her chest. "Fine," she agreed, the word laced with a sweetness she didn’t try to disguise. As Jordan stepped back, their gazes lingered, a silent agreement thrumming in the air, before they turned to sit back at their desk.

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Emma's thumb scrolled across the phone screen as she switched quickly between Marie and Jordan’s instagram profiles. “You guys could literally be the campus couple right now. I don’t know why you guys aren’t capitalizing on it.” she declared, finally stopping on a photo of Marie and Jordan. “After ‘you know whos’ died, this campus needs something else to talk about.”

Marie nearly choked on her iced coffee, patting her chest to soothe her soul. “Emma!“You can’t just say things like that!” she exclaimed, swatting Emma playfully on the arm, ignoring her “ow” .

“I’m just saying. You’ve guys been dating for like what? A fucking month now? There shouldn’t be only one couply picture on your pages,” Emma countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Only you care about that,” Marie chuckled, taking a bite from her pizza.

“And? What about it,” Emma shrugged nonchalantly. “You two are hot. I like seeing hot people together. Fucking sue me.”

“Speaking of!” Emma spoke again quickly, “You’re coming to that party with me right?” she looked at Marie with hopeful eyes.

“How does that relate–”

“Answer me,” Emma cut her off, eyes squirting.

Marie looked away, averting her eyes from Emma’s pouty one’s. “Uhh.”

"Marie!" Emma whined, throwing her head back dramatically. “You fucking said you would!”

"I know, I'm so sorry, Em. But I promised Jordan I'd have dinner with them tonight," Marie sheepishly smiled, feeling torn.

“You are always with Jordan. What happened to my Marie time?” Emma exclaimed. “Nope, you are going out with me tonight. You can either convince them to come, or they can cry and pout alone in their dorm. Either way, I’m happy,” Emma smiled.

“But–”

She leaned forward, a finger pressed against Marie's lips to silence her protests. “It’s final,” Emma smiled at Marie, before returning to her lunch with a satisfied smile.

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Laughter tickled in the night air as Marie leaned against Jordan, their breath misting in the crisp summer air. The sidewalk felt tilted beneath them, the soft city lights glistened in their double vision. They'd ditched the party early, the bass still thrumming in their chests, and now stumbled down the moonlit road, their fingers intertwined with one another. Thankfully, Emma wasn’t mad at all, her mind occupied with some random girl she was tonguing down when Marie told her they were leaving.

“Easy there, baby," Jordan teased, her voice slurred in a way that sent a delicious shiver down Marie's spine. The nickname, so simple, held a warmth that made her want to curl up in the curve of Jordan's blue embroidered jacket.

"Mmm, perfectly fine," Marie slurred, poking Jordan's shoulder with a playful, but slightly clumsy, nudge. The memory of a few hours ago at the party, a blur of limbs and laughter, brought a flush to her cheeks. "Actually," Marie continued, her voice suddenly thick with lust “Wait, I really wanna fuck you. Let’s fuck.”

Jordan suddenly stopped under a streetlamp and Marie quickly followed, its harsh glow catching the soft glimmer in Jordan’s eyes. They were half-lidded, mascara smudged into weirdly charming streaks, and Marie felt her breath hitch. Even with everything appearing tilted off its axis, Jordan was so fucking beautiful.

Before she could even formulate another drunken declaration, Marie's lips were met with Jordan's, warm and insistent. The taste of champagne and laughter bloomed on their tongues, a sweet intoxication.

“You’re cute.” Jordan's laugh was a soft purr. "How could I fucking say no to that?," she breathed, her hands creeping under Marie's jacket, fingers leaving sloppy drawings on her skin. The cool air sent shivers down Marie's spine, leaving her dizzy with the heat blooming in her core.

Marie giggled, biting a lip between her teeth. “Come on then!” she smiled, dragging Jordan by her hand, running with them down the road.

With a laugh, she yanked Jordan forward, and they both took off down the moonlit road, their laughter echoing in the stillness.

Their run wasn't exactly the most graceful, fueled by laughter and tipsy stumbles. Marie, with her hair cascading down her shoulders in a dark wave, would occasionally stumble, only to be caught by Jordan's steady arm, their fingers lingering a touch longer than necessary. Jordan, her usually calm demeanor softened by the night and the company, would lean in close, whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down Marie's spine.

Every lamppost became an excuse for a quick detour, their laughter punctuated by stolen kisses, sweet and lingering. Under the warm glow of the streetlights, Marie's eyes, usually an alluring brown, shimmered with an intoxicating mix of amusement and desire. Leaning against a brick wall, Jordan traced the curve of Marie's cheek with her thumb, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through Marie's body.

“Come here,” Jordan grinned, wrapping their arms around Marie’s waist pulling her close, bringing their lips to hers.

Marie melted into the kiss, her heart racing beneath her chest. Their lips moved in sync, their breath mingling in the night air as time seemed to stand still. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in this embrace. She felt Jordan's sneaky hands make their way underneath her top, grabbing onto her boobs.

Marie let out a small moan, her eyes rolling as she let herself be swept away in the moment. Jordan's touch was both exhilarating and comforting. As their lips met once more, she could feel Jordan's breath warm against her skin, a subtle reminder of the desperate yearning that had been lingering between them for far too long.

As their kiss deepened, Marie felt Jordan's hands become more bold, skillfully finding their way into the waistband of her jeans.

"We're not having sex outside Jordan," Marie smiled, breaking away from the kiss, with a satisfied sigh.

"Why not," they whined, pulling Marie closer by her belt loops when she took a step back from them.

"We are literally a minute away from your dorm," She replied, the corners of her lips turning up into a grin as she started to make her way towards Jordan's dorm again.

"Boo," she heard them whine from behind her. She didn't need to check behind her to know they were following her, despite their whining.

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Laughter, warm and bubbly, spilled into Jordan's dorm room as the door swung open. Marie stumbled in first, clinging to Jordan's jacket like a life raft, her face flushed with their shared kisses from their longer than anticipated walk home. Jordan, a symphony of giggles, followed close behind, her cheeks painted cherry red with a map of Marie's kisses.

“Fucking finally,” Jordan groaned, collapsing onto the bed with a soft thump. The mattress moaned in welcome, engulfing her in its pillowy embrace. Marie wasted no time, draping herself across Jordan like a human blanket, her own laughter still bubbling over. Jordan's arms snaked around Marie's waist, pulling her close, a silent "stay" whispered in their tangled limbs.

Their lips met in a soft but heated, lingering kiss, the taste of alcohol and something sweeter swirling on their tongues.

"Want your pussy on my mouth," Marie mumbled, her breath tickling Jordan's cheek.

“Jesus Moreau,”Jordan chuckled, the sound muffled against Marie's shoulder. "Take me out on a date first fuck," she laughed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Marie's back.

Marie’s eyes, half-lidded and bright, crinkled at the corners as she smiled before half-heartedly rolled her eyes. “Shut the fuck up and take your fucking jeans off,” Marie’s hand impatiently found its way to the button of Jordan’s jeans.

“Love it when you speak dirty to me,” Jordan groaned, lifting Marie’s face so their lips could meet again.

Marie moved to sit up, situating herself on Jordan’s waist as she peeled off her jacket, taking off her own as well. Laughter bubbled as they fumbled with each other's buttons and zippers, hastily removing clothes while Marie continued to leave red lipstick stains on Jordan’s cheeks and neck.

Jordan let out a soft groan, feeling the warmth of Marie's breath against her sensitive skin as she slowly trailed kisses down from her bellybutton to her hips. The way Marie's hands roamed over her body, grazing her skin and sending shivers up her spine, added to the intensity of the moment. Jordan moaned softly, her hands trembling slightly as she reached down to lift her shirt up and over her head, revealing her taut midriff and smooth skin. Marie watched her with admiration, her own excitement growing with each passing second.

She traced her fingertips along Jordan's chest, gently brushing against her nipples and making the woman gasp. Marie leaned closer, her gaze never leaving Jordan's face as she took one of her perky nipples into her mouth, sucking and tugging gently. Jordan's breath hitched, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull as pleasure coursed through her veins.

Marie continued her exploration, moving down Jordan's toned abdomen with each kiss, her touch becoming more assertive. Jordan arched her back slightly, a mix of anticipation and desire in her posture. Marie's hands slid across her pelvis, brushing against the waistband of her jeans, causing her body to tremble with anticipation. Her eyes fell upon the glistening wetness that awaited her. She dipped her head, kissing the outline of Jordan’s pussy lips before parting them with her tongue. The sweet, salty taste flooded her senses as she lapped gently, savoring the depth of Jordan's arousal. Jordan's hands clenched the sheets, her back arching further with each stroke of Marie's tongue.

"Fuck Marie," Jordan moaned softly, lost in the sensations coursing through her body. Marie had an uncanny ability to read her body and know exactly how to touch her, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Marie smiled happily, as she continued to suck on her clit, loving the way Jordan squirmed beneath her.

"You taste so good," Marie whispered sexily, her voice reverberating in Jordan's ears. The heat between them was undeniable, their skin glistening with sweat, and their breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Jordan groaned, her hips bucking involuntarily as Marie's tongue danced around her most sensitive spots, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.

Marie absolutely loved the feeling of Jordan's thighs wrapped around her head, pulling her in with those strong legs of her. She loved looking up at Jordan. Loved seeing her struggle to keep her eyes open as Marie pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. She loved the sounds Jordan made, whether is came from her upper or lower set of lips, Marie fucking loved it all.

Marie's fingers glide effortlessly along Jordan's inner thighs, teasing and titillating her as she worked her tongue. Jordan arched her back, her body begging for release. She could feel Marie's own breath, hot and heavy, against her skin as they became completely immersed in each other. Jordan's moans grew louder, her defenses crumbling as she let herself be fully consumed by the pleasure Marie.

"O-oh shit," Jordan moaned, eyes rolling behind her head as she bucked her hips against Marie's face, hands leaving her sides to grab Marie's hair, pulling her closer.

Marie's fingers delved deeper, probing the damp folds and finding the entrance to Jordan's core. The sensation was overwhelming, causing Jordan to moan deeply and thrust her hips towards Marie's mouth. Marie moaned against her, increasing the rhythm of her tongue against the sensitive skin.

As the intensity grew, Marie's own arousal built, the need to climax just as strong as the desire to bring Jordan to her peak. The sound of their combined moans filled the room, mingling with the slick sounds of skin on skin.

Jordan's body pulsed with the electricity of her desire, her mind swimming in the pleasure. She knew that if she didn't reach the edge soon, she might not be able to take it much longer. But as Marie's tongue delved deeper into her core, Jordan felt a rippling wave of release building within her, the intensity growing with each flick of Marie's tongue.

Marie's fingers slid in and out of her, hitting that spot inside her that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel Marie's breath on her clit, her lips wet and warm. She squeezed her muscles, trying to hold on to the pleasure as long as she could. But it was too much. She was going to come, and she knew it.

"Oh, fuck Marie, I'm going to cum," Jordan cried out, her body trembling, as her world seemed to melt away with the intensity of the pleasure. She continued to fuck her with her fingers, her tongue lashing against her clit, coaxing her over the edge until she could feel Jordan's muscles spasming beneath her.

Jordan's orgasm was intense, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her moans filled the room as she rode out her climax, her hands still holding onto Marie's hair. Marie continued, lapping up her wetness happily, pushing Jordan to feel the extent of her orgasm.

"Marie fucking—fuck relax," Jordan shivered as she felt another orgasm build up from Marie's continued stimulation.

Marie smiled, her fingers still working their magic within Jordan's core. She knew that Jordan was close, and she loved nothing more than pushing her to that edge, over and over again. She loved the way Jordan would grip her hair, the way her body would tremble, the way her moans would get louder and more desperate.

"Fuck Marie," Jordan begged, her voice hoarse with desire. She could feel Jordan's climax building, and the anticipation sent shivers down her spine.

Marie's tongue danced along Jordan's pussy lips, teasing her, leaving a trail of wetness that Jordan couldn't resist. She thrust her hips forward, wanting to feel Marie's tongue deep inside her.

"Please, Marie, oh... fuck me," Jordan begged, her body shaking with need.

"Planning to," Marie mumbled against Jordan. "I want you to cum again first. Squirt on my face please," Marie begged, sliding her tongue along Jordan's length before flicking her clit with the perfect rhythm. Jordan's hips bucked, her body trembling as she felt Marie's tongue explore her sensitive spots, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Oh god," Jordan moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. Jordan's body tensed, her back arching off the bed, her eyes screwed shut as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Marie smiled happily, knowing that she was about to push her over the edge once again. She increased the tempo of her fingers, moving them in and out of Jordan's pussy, and her tongue danced a rapid rhythm on her clit.

Jordan's moans grew more urgent, her body convulsing with pleasure as she felt the familiar buildup of her climax. Her head threw back, her hair sticking to her face as her legs parted wider for Marie, inviting her deeper.

The sound of wet slurping filled the room as Marie's fingers continued to work their magic, her tongue never leaving Jordan's pussy. Her fingers stroked Jordan's inner walls, finding that sweet spot that pushed her over the edge.

The room was filled with the sound of Jordan's moans, her back arching off the bed as her body trembled with pleasure. As she approached her peak, the sensation of Marie's fingers and tongue working in tandem with the rhythm of her own body sent her over the edge. Her muscles clenched, and a gush of liquid erupted from her pussy, coating Marie's face and chest. Jordan shook uncontrollably, her arms and legs trembling as she cried out in pleasure.

Marie's eyes widened with delight as the sight of Jordan's orgasm unfolded before her. Jordan's orgasm was intense, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her moans filled the room as she rode out her climax, her hands still holding onto Marie's hair.

As Jordan's orgasm subsided, she lay panting on the bed, her breathing still heavy with lust. Marie climbed up to lay on top of her, their bodies still sticky with sweat and desire, and they shared a passionate kiss.

"God. 'Fucking enjoyed that," Jordan murmured, running her fingers through Marie's hair.

"I can tell, sprayed it all over my face," Marie giggled, leaning in to kiss Jordan's mouth.

"Speaking of, come sit on mine," Jordan grinned wickedly against Marie’s mouth, slapping her ass.

Marie grinned, happily obliging. As she climbed up, she was staring at the sight before her. Jordan's face, still flushed from her recent orgasm, was glistening with sweat, and Marie's face was covered in Jordan's orgasmic splatter. Marie giggled, "You always want me sitting on your face," she said, giggling as she sat down on Jordan's face. Jordan's hands went to Marie's ass, pulling her closer as she spread her legs apart. The taste of Jordan's most recent orgasm mixed with the anticipation of her own arousal sent Marie's desire into overdrive.

She sat completely on Jordan's face (just the way Jordan liked it) and Jordan immediately began to lick and suck at Marie's entrance, eager to taste her musky juices on Marie's skin.

Their bodies moved in sync, Marie's hips thrusting against Jordan's face, and Jordan's tongue probing and exploring. The slurping sound filled the room once again, a mix of wet skin on skin and saliva-soaked tongues.

Jordan's fingers crept between Marie's legs, her wetness trickling down her inner thighs. She knew exactly how to pleasure Marie, and the sight of the other woman's pleasure only fueled her desire.

"Oh yeah, right t-there," Marie moaned, her body shaking as she tried to push herself closer to Jordan's face, desperate for more friction.

Jordan obliged, reaching down and rubbing her thumb in a circle around Marie clit, thrusting her tongue inside Marie, twirling it around and around, enjoying the way Marie's body began to shake with pleasure. Jordan loved the way Marie's moans of pleasure vibrated through her body. Jordan's hand moved expertly between Marie's legs, her fingers glistening with Marie's juices as she rubbed her thumb in a circular motion against Marie's swollen clit. Marie's body writhed and shook with pleasure, her flushed skin and dilated pupils betraying her arousal. Jordan's face was a picture of concentration, her tongue flicking in and out of Marie's entrance, her lips glistening with saliva.

Marie's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Jordan's face as she felt her own climax building. The sound of their bodies moving together, the wet slurping filling the room, and the smell of their excitement in the air, it was too fucking much, too fucking intense. The room was filled with the heady scent of sex, a mixture of musky arousal and the tangy aroma of Jordan's recent orgasm.

Marie's body shook and arched as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through her, her moans echoing off the walls. As her orgasm peaked her hands gripped the sheets as she rode out the intensity, her hips writhing and grinding against Jordan's face.

Jordan continued to lick and suck at Marie's entrance, her tongue probing deep inside, her fingers massaging Marie's clit in a circular motion.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," Marie cried out, her muscles tensing as her orgasm built. Jordan's tongue moved in sync with Marie's movements, lapping up every droplet of her arousal. Jordan's mouth filled with the taste of Marie's arousal, a mixture of sweet and musky flavors that she can't get enough of. The tang of Jordan's saliva mixed with the taste of Marie's wetness, creating a delicious and addictive combination. Jordan's tongue never stopped moving, her fingers continued to explore, and Marie's body shook with pleasure, her moans growing louder and more urgent.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," Marie cried out, her body trembling with the force of her climax. Her orgasm was intense, the pleasure washing over her in waves as her muscles clenched and released, her body bucking against Jordan's face.

Jordan reveled in the sight of Marie's orgasm, her body shaking and trembling, her face contorted in pleasure. Jordan continued to lick and suck at Marie's entrance, prolonging her orgasm until it finally subsided, leaving Marie panting and exhausted. Marie collapsed, falling next to Jordan, arm covering her face. As she caught her breath, Jordan couldn't help but admire Marie's beauty. Her long dark locs were tousled and spread out on the pillow, her skin flushed with pleasure. Jordan traced a finger down Marie's cheekbone, savoring the feeling of her smooth skin against her fingertips.

"You are so beautiful," Jordan whispered, gazing into Marie's deep brown eyes.

Marie blushed but didn't say anything in response. Instead, she leaned in for another kiss and this time it was slow and sensual. Their lips moved together in perfect harmony as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. As they kissed, their hands roamed over each other's bodies once again.

Jordan felt herself getting aroused once more as Marie's hands found their way to her breasts. She let out a soft moan as Marie squeezed them gently before moving down to caress her inner thighs.

Without breaking the kiss, Jordan rolled over so that now she was on top of Marie. She could feel the heat radiating from between her legs and knew that she needed release once again.

Her mouth moved down to trail kisses along Marie's neck while one hand cupped her breast and the other slowly stroked between her legs. She could feel how wet and ready Marie was for her touch. Jordan flipped Marie around so her ass was facing the air.

"Gotta eat your ass. Just once," Jordan whispered, her voice husky with desire, eyes glued to Marie's cheeks.

Marie moaned in anticipation, her body quivering with excitement. Jordan's hands moved to Marie's ass, spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her dripping entrance and puckered hole.

Jordan grinned, sitting down in between her spread legs, grabbing Marie's hips and dragging her lower body up to her face. Jordan locked her arms underneath Marie's thighs, hands on either side of Marie's cheeks as she spread her apart. Her legs interlocked over Marie's head, keeping Marie in place preventing her from moving.

Jordan's face hovered right above her hole, her tongue extended, eager to taste the delicacy that was waiting for her. She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of their shared arousal, the musky sweetness that was uniquely theirs.

As Jordan licked her way up from the entrance, she felt Marie's muscles clench and release, a clear signal to her that Marie was ready to be pleasured once again. Jordan's tongue traced the delicate curve of Marie's ass, her lips brushing lightly against the skin there, sending shivers down Marie's spine.

Jordan slowly made her way back down, teasing Marie with each touch until she finally reached her hole again. Tongue flicking, Jordan traced the outline of Marie's puckered hole, lingering for a moment before eagerly dipping her tongue inside.

Marie moaned loudly at the sensation, her body arching downwards, pushing her face deeper into the sheets. Jordan smiled, her eyes never leaving Marie's puckered entrance as she continued to explore. She used her tongue to circle Marie's hole, feeling the delicate muscles clench and release as she probed deeper.

Jordan's hands moved back to Marie's hips, gently guiding her hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Marie's moans grew louder, her body bucking away Jordan's face as her orgasm built.

"Stop moving Marie," Jordan growled, her eyes never leaving the sight before her. "Let me finish this."

Marie whimpered, but she stopped moving, her body trembling with anticipation. Jordan's tongue never stopped moving, her lips clinging to Marie's entrance and her fingers kneading her ass.

The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, the wet slurping echoing off the walls.

Jordan's fingers played with Marie's clit, teasing and tormenting, her tongue licking and probing. The taste was intoxicating, the mix of sweat and desire and the musky arousal that filled the room. Marie's hips bucked, her body twisting in pleasure as her orgasm approached.

Jordan licked faster, her tongue darting in and out of Marie's hole, her hands gripping Marie's hips, pulling her closer.

"Oh, fuck," Marie gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper as she felt the wave of pleasure begin to build. Her body shook with the intensity of it, her hips bucking wildly against Jordan's face as her orgasm came to the edge.

Marie was completely at Jordan's mercy, her body trembling and writhing as Jordan continued to lavish attention on her most sensitive areas. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, the wet slurping and the sound of skin on skin, along with the rhythm of their hearts beating wildly.

Marie's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her climax. Her muscles clenched and released, her hips bucking wildly against Jordan's face as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. She cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain, her body shaking with the force of it all.

Jordan gave one last slap to Marie's ass before letting her go, allowing her to collapse onto the bed in a heap of sweaty, satisfied flesh.

Marie lay there, panting heavily, her heart racing from the intensity of her orgasm. She looked up at Jordan, who was still between her legs, her face glistening with the remnants of their lovemaking.

Jordan grinned, a look of satisfaction and pride on her face. She knew she had given Marie something special, something that would stay with her for a long time.

"You're welcome," she said, a playful smirk on her face. "Come on, let's take a shower." Jordan smiled, dragging Marie up from the bed with her.

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and we're done!

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letciatxs on Chapter 1 Fri 05 Jan 2024 07:54PM UTC

omg i won so bad with this one, can't wait for the second chapter!!

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jazell (Guest) on Chapter 1 Sat 06 Jan 2024 04:32AM UTC

This was so crazy , i loved reading this ! Can't wait for female Jordan. Thanks for writing this !!

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RebelJae on Chapter 1 Mon 08 Jan 2024 12:13AM UTC

Damn👌🏾👀😍💦

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Daydream (Guest) on Chapter 1 Thu 11 Jan 2024 03:44AM UTC

I love ittt 🥰

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RebelJae on Chapter 1 Sun 14 Jan 2024 08:01PM UTC

Definitely need to see that FemJordan chapter💦🤤👀🔥🔥

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Kay (Guest) on Chapter 2 Sun 04 Feb 2024 01:31PM UTC

I really like this chapter, especially how vulnerable they were, you captured Marie's thoughts so perfectly. I can't wait to see the other chapters and hopeful to seeing them officially start dating🙂

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Dayday (Guest) on Chapter 2 Sun 04 Feb 2024 03:22PM UTC

Can't wait for more

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RebelJae on Chapter 2 Sun 04 Feb 2024 04:24PM UTC

This was soooooo good. I genuinely would have preferred this version over that ThinkBrink episode. Cannot wait for the next update 👀👌🏾🤤

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H A N (notviban) on Chapter 2 Tue 06 Feb 2024 01:20AM UTC

i really enjoyed the emotional development between the two of them this chapter. the sexual intensity was already there, but the added understanding between them makes the tension even thicker. also wanted to let you know bc the typo made me giggle, [freeing her titties to the cool air] is in bold caps 😂

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1. minthandsoap on Chapter 2 Tue 06 Feb 2024 06:01PM UTC
  
  thank you ❤️❤️❤️ and ik my friend pointed it out to me two days ago lolllll 😭 imma keep it in cause it makes me laugh
  
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Ana (Guest) on Chapter 2 Tue 06 Feb 2024 06:39AM UTC

Oh you ate ! The attention to details with the dialogues and the fanfic itself is amazing too 🤩

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H A N (notviban) on Chapter 3 Sat 10 Feb 2024 09:39PM UTC

love that i'm not the only one who thinks of victoria monet songs in relation to limoreau, moment specifically is in all my ship playlists for them 😂 also love "s'okay, you wouldn't get it" in response to jordan being hard bc i got it the moment they said it lmaoo. if straps could cause pregnancy i would become papa the rolling stone within a year

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RebelJae on Chapter 4 Sat 10 Feb 2024 11:25PM UTC

🤤👀👌🏾🔥

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fangirlFi on Chapter 4 Tue 04 Jun 2024 01:33PM UTC

you’ve actually changed my life

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