JAY-JAY POV
My alarm started ringing again.
Damn it.
I slapped around blindly for my phone, but before I could find it, Keifer groaned and buried his face deeper into my neck like a grumpy cat.
"Jay, stop that damn sound," he mumbled, voice rough and sleepy.
I finally shut the alarm off and looked at him.
His hair was a mess.
His arms were wrapped around me like I was a pillow he paid for.
And he was still nuzzling into my neck like he planned to live there permanently.
"Get up. We have school," I said, poking his shoulder.
"But Jay—" he started, already sounding dramatic.
"Keifer, we have school today," I said firmly. "And I also have my tennis match today. We can't be late, na."
He groaned like I'd personally ruined his entire life.
Then he tightened his arms around me.
"Five minutes," he muttered.
"No."
"Three minutes."
"No."
"One."
"Keifer."
He finally cracked one eye open, glaring at me like I was the problem.
"You're evil," he said.
I rolled my eyes. "Get up."
He didn't move.
Of course he didn't.
Instead, he shifted like he was about to lower the blanket.
"Keifer, stop," I warned.
"Fine," he said—
and then immediately ignored the meaning of the word fine by suddenly climbing on top of me
"Keifer!" I yelped, pushing at his shoulder. "Stop!"
"Please, baby," he murmured, already kissing my neck like he had zero shame. "Just some kisses."
I tried to wriggle away, but he followed, lips brushing my skin
"Keifer," I said, trying to sound stern even though my voice cracked, "we will be late."
"No, we won't," he said confidently, kissing the edge of my jaw. "Your alarm is set to six o'clock, and school starts at eight today because of the festival."
He kissed my earlobe, and I nearly jumped out of my soul.
"We won't be late," he repeated, voice soft and smug. "Please, Jay. Just a little."
"Fine. Just kisses. No sliding insides," I said, pointing a warning finger at him like a strict teacher.
He nodded immediately — way too fast — with that big, stupid, satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"Alright," he murmured, leaning closer as if he had struck gold. "Only kisses."
He gently pulled down the blanket, and the coldness of the room caused my nipples to harden.
His lips tinged with desire instantly.
"Keifer," I warned softly.
"Just kisses," he answered, his lips kissing against my collarbone, more like a sucking, before trailing down to take my breast into his mouth, beginning to suckle it.
"Keifer," I gasped in pleasure.
"Hmm," he whispered softly.
He continued to caress my breast with his mouth while his other hand gently pressed against my other breast.
Then out of nowhere he put his dick in my clit
"KEIFER" I yelled
"Sorry baby he had other plans" he said smiling
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KEIFER POV
"Keifer, stop," Jay-Jay warned, but her voice was already breathy. I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest as I pulled the blanket down further.
The sight of them made my mouth water.
"Just kisses," I promised again, though we both knew I was lying. I lowered my head and took one perfect peak into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder when I heard her sharp intake of breath. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away.
"Keifer," she gasped, arching against me. My hand slid down her stomach, tracing patterns on her skin as I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Her hips began to move against mine, seeking friction.
I shifted slightly, aligning our bodies. My erection pressed against her entrance, and I felt her tense for a moment before relaxing again.
"I thought you said just kisses," she whispered, but there was no real protest in her voice.
"I changed my mind," I murmured against her skin, nipping at her collarbone. I pushed forward slightly, just enough to tease her entrance. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
"Please," she breathed, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I thrust into her slowly, savoring the way she stretched around me. Her back arched off the bed as I filled her completely.
"God, you feel so good," I groaned, beginning to move. I set a slow pace at first, wanting to draw this out, but Jay-Jay had other ideas. She met my thrusts with her own movements, urging me faster.
"Don't tease," she panted, digging her nails into my shoulders. "I need more."
I obliged, picking up the pace until the bed was rocking against the wall. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies meeting, her moans, and my harsh breathing. I changed angles slightly, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out.
"Right there," she gasped, her body tensing. "Don't stop."
I thrust harder, deeper, feeling my own release building. "Come for me, baby," I urged, reaching between us to rub her clit. Her body convulsed around me as she cried out my name, and that was all it took to push me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her as I came, waves of pleasure crashing over me.
We lay there for a moment, panting and tangled in the sheets. Finally, I rolled off her and pulled her against my chest.
"See?" I said smugly. "We're not late."
Jay-Jay just groaned and buried her face in my neck.
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JAY- JAY POV
This asshole did it again.
And the worst part?
I didn't even stop him.
This was the third round
We were tangled up in the blanket, breathless and messy, when my phone started ringing.
Mia.
Of course.
"Hey," I answered, trying to sound normal —
and right then Keifer decided to kiss my neck like he had zero respect for my sanity.
"Jay, where are you? Hurry up!" Mia said.
I opened my mouth to reply, but Keifer bit my neck lightly, and I nearly dropped the phone.
"Yeah— I'm coming. Bye, Mia," I said quickly and hung up before she could hear anything suspicious.
I turned to him. "Keifer. Get up."
He just hummed, still half on top of me. "Jay…"
"Look at the time," I said, pointing at the clock.
7:30 AM.
His eyes widened a little.
"Gago, you said it would be quick!" I snapped, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around myself like armor.
He had the audacity — the AUDACITY — to shrug.
"It was quick," he said, completely unbothered.
I threw a pillow at his face.
He caught it, smirking. "You're cute when you're mad."
"KEIFER, WE HAVE SCHOOL."
He stretched like a cat. "We can still make it."
"No, you can still make it. I have a match today!"
That finally made him sit up.
"Oh. Right. The match."
"Yes, the match!" I said, scrambling out of bed. "Get up, get dressed, stop being annoying!"
He grinned, leaning back on his hands. "You love me even when I'm annoying."
I glared. "Right now? Debatable."
He laughed and finally stood up. "Fine, fine. I'll move."
But as he walked past me, he leaned down and whispered:
"It was worth it."
I nearly threw the whole blanket at him.
I stomped into the bathroom, grabbed my tennis outfit, and got ready as fast as my half‑awake brain allowed. When I finally looked in the mirror—
My neck.
Marked.
By that asshole.
I groaned, leaning closer. "Keifer, I swear—"
I grabbed my waterproof foundation and started covering the marks like my life depended on it. I had a match today. I needed to look like a functioning student athlete, not someone who—
Just then, warm hands slid around my waist.
And lips brushed my earlobe.
I jumped. "Keifer!"
"Why are you covering those marks?" he asked, voice low, like he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear me say it.
I turned around, glaring at him.
"I have a match," I said, tapping my brush against the counter. "And I can't go around looking like I spent the night with my boyfriend."
His smile grew instantly.
And his ears—
Oh my god.
His ears were still red — which I was absolutely going to tease him about later — when he cleared his throat and said, "Jay, let's go."
Then he walked straight into Percy's room like he owned the place.
"What are you doing?" I asked, following him with my bag half‑zipped.
"I have to change na," he said, already grabbing one of the outfits he kept there like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I rolled my eyes. "You basically live here at this point."
He smirked. "I don't hear you complaining."
I threw a hair tie at him.
He dodged it, laughing, then disappeared into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later, he came out looking like he hadn't just caused chaos all morning — hair perfect, shirt crisp, bag slung over his shoulder like he was in a school commercial.
"Ready?" he asked.
"No," I muttered, but we left anyway.
We reached school, and the moment we stepped out of the car, the noise hit us — students everywhere, decorations for the festival, music playing, teachers yelling instructions.
Keifer stretched his arms over his head. "See? We're not late."
I glared at him. "We're almost late."
He leaned down, whispering, "But we made it."
We headed straight to the gym, the noise already loud from warm‑ups and people rushing around.
"Jay, you're so late, let's go," Ben said, jogging toward me
Before he could even reach for my hand—
Keifer slid in front of me like a human shield, wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and pulled me close.
Ben stopped mid‑step.
His jaw tightened.
His eyes narrowed.
He looked like he wanted to throw a racket at Keifer's head.
I pretended not to notice.
We walked inside the gym, Keifer still glued to my side like he was claiming territory.
The referee's voice echoed through the space:
"Now we need Jasper Jean Mariano and Emma Oliver!"
My stomach flipped. That was me.
Keifer turned me toward him, hands warm on my shoulders.
"Good luck, babe," he said, kissing my temple—
then my cheek—
like he didn't care who was watching.
I felt my face heat up instantly. "Thanks," I said, trying to sound normal.
Ben made a noise behind us that sounded suspiciously like a scoff.
Keifer smirked.
I grabbed my racket and stepped toward the court, heart pounding—not from nerves, but from the way he said babe like it was the most natural thing in the world.
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