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It would be a lie to say Jordan wasn’t competitive. You had to be when you were a student at God U.
Complacency was for the performing arts kids. And Jordan wanted more than some recurring role on a Vought Plus show. They wanted everything the world itself had to offer. They wanted brand deals, the social engagement, the trophies, the movies, and, more than anything, a spot in the seven. Their whole life had been carved out to one day take on the mantle as one of America’s top superheroes. Nothing less than that would be enough for Jordan, nothing but winning. This thought process trickled down to everything they did, from their studies to their training, to even their romantic conquests.
There wasn’t a person that Jordan set their sights on that didn’t end up going home with them. Whether it was some top ten groupie, someone who was experimenting, or someone who simply hadn’t stood a chance against their charm. Jordan’s bed was never empty unless they wanted it to be.
That was until Marie.
She was so difficult.
If Jordan said the sky was blue, she would say it was green just to spite them. Luke had made a joke that whenever they were in the same room it was like oil and water. And maybe that was true, maybe they were just too volatile to be together. Whatever feelings Jordan held for her, they could never share a space without ending up in some sort of argument. That had to be for the best, something Jordan could live with. Or that was at least what they told themselves each time they ended up making out at some party, their hands pulling at her waist, her hips, trying to get her closer to them, as close as they could get without being physically inside of her.
That’s how the week had been going, an argument, a hookup, and pretending like the other didn’t exist immediately after.
Marie stood at the center of the dance floor, hips swaying to the beat as someone came up from behind her. This was what college life was supposed to be like, and she had every intention of experiencing every part of it she could. She turned to meet the face of some cute freshman.
“My name’s Evan,” he yelled over the music. Her hands moved to wrap around his neck, and he took it as an open invitation to put his on her hips. “Nice to meet you, Evan,” she smiled and as the record played, his hands danced their way to cup her ass.
Somewhere in a corner, Jordan leaned against a counter with a vodka and redbull in their hand, eyes sharp and directly on Marie. They downed their drink, letting the liquid rush down their throat, crushing the cup in their hands and tossing it aside as they began to move to the floor. He knew what was happening, she was trying to make them jealous with whoever the fuck she was dancing with.
Fuck that.
If anyone was gonna grab on her it wasn’t gonna be some idiot who barely cracked the top 100.
Jordan moved through bodies until their shoulder knocked straight into Evan with such force, he staggered back, “watch where you’re fucking going” he said. Jordan turned around, “the fuck did you say to me,” they took a step so they were in his face looking down at him. “Wanna try that again, fuck face?”
There was a bit of a pause before Evan realized who he was talking to, he put his hands up and backed away, weaving through the crowd in embarrassment. Jordan shifted to their female form, a cocky smile on their face, “pussy.”
“Jesus Jordan, what was the point of that?”
Jordan turned to Marie, taking her in up close for the first time in the night. She wore a little black dress and fishnets that her thighs were busting out of. Jordan took their time looking her up and down, they wanted her to know they were checking her out. “Because I can, and because maybe I like being an asshole,” they said as their hands found their way around her waist. Marie couldn’t help but laugh, “at least you’re aware you’re an asshole.”
They began to dance, and for the first time in a while, it felt like they were something of a couple. Jordan’s hands roamed over Marie’s body with comfort, as if their hands belonged in each place they touched. Marie moved with ease, her fingers playing with the ends of Jordan’s hair as they swayed. While they danced, both of their eyes found each other. It was as if everything around them melted away, and only they remained.
Jordan’s heart was blasting through their chest. She had to be an angel, no one with eyes that big and brown could be anything but an angel.
“What’s wrong Li, you nervous? And don’t try to deny it, I can feel it.”
Jordan rolled their eyes, “So what, I don’t need blood powers to know how much you wanna kiss me again.” Marie scoffed, “That was a one-time thing.”
“You said that a few times.”
“And I meant it.”
Jordan moved closer, her lips inches away from theirs, “Did you, Moreau?”
Whatever inhibitions Marie had, she let go of, closing the gap and crashing her lips into Jordans. She let out a soft moan as their mouths moved. Jordan’s hands grabbed at the meat of her ass, closing whatever little space was between them.
Jordan swallowed every whimper that left her, getting drunker off of it than any bottle of alcohol could. They wanted more, they needed more. Weeks of pretending like she wasn’t getting to them, like she didn’t invade the deepest parts of their mind had started to make them lose their cool and fray at the seams.
Jordan pulled away just for a moment to take her hand and pull her off to some dark and quiet enough corner. They pushed Marie up against a cold wall as her fingers pulled Jordan by the belt loop closer to her. Jordan grabbed at her thigh, Hiking it up and breaking the already tight fishnets around the area. Their hands were climbing higher and higher toward her panties. They could almost feel how wet she was, how amazing she tasted, and the sounds she’d make. And they were fully prepared to take her down right there. And then suddenly, Marie pulled away.
Though her cheeks were flushed and she was out of breath, Marie smirked, “I did.” She stepped around Jordan, and Jordan turned to watch her walk away. As pissed as they were (and they were really fucking pissed), she looked so fucking good when she was walking away.
✰ ★ ✰
Any ‘training’ Marie had done was by herself in her old gymnasium. She’d push dummies and school chairs around, trying to create some sort of setting for her to be able to test her powers. Trying to see how far she could whip her blood, and how much she could use before she started to feel dizzy and lethargic.
But training at Godolkin was something else entirely. Marie consistently felt inadequate in comparison to her other classmates. They had black belts, were competent in hand-to-hand combat, and learned how to fight in real battles against superpowered weapons and superpowered people.
And no one was better than Golden Boy and Jordan Li.
They would go round after round, Brink barking at them from the sidelines. Luke was stronger, but Jordan was quicker. Jordan played the offense but Luke would stay on the defense. Whenever Jordan won a match, Luke would win the next two.
Marie had fallen on her ass quite enough for the day, she grabbed a water bottle and walked over to Cate and Andre who were sitting on the bottom of the bleachers.
“How long do you think they’ll go at it?”
Cate rolled her eyes, “they could do this for hours. Once, I had to wait here until fucking midnight because Jordan had learned some Queen Meave move and had to get it down to show Brink.” Andre chuckled, “Jordan loves it, the rush, and the adrenaline. And they know Luke won’t hold back against them. The rest of us are good, but they’re something else.”
Marie watched them as they sparred. Jordan’s arms instinctively moved to block a punch from Luke, only to turn and shift in an instant, throwing a wave of energy at Luke that caused him to lose balance. Seeing the opening, they shifted again, running and jumping to punch them hard, pushing Luke right out of the ring.
“Match, Jordan. Go again,” Brink yelled.
As Marie eyed them, she noticed a giant grin on Jordan’s face. Sweat dripped down their forehead, arms bulging out of their short-sleeved shirt. They moved so swiftly, even when they hit the floor they would hop back up with grace. She could never take that away from Jordan, they were good. They were better than good, they were number two.
Brink called the match, “Alright alright, that’s enough for today. Jordan, remember to support your back leg when you go for that jump, shoulders back so you don’t strain. And Luke, your patterns are getting readable, break the rhythm,” He patted both their backs, “Get out of here, we’ll go again tomorrow.”
Marie turned her head, had it been too apparent that she was watching? Did it matter? She had nothing to hide?
Right?
In the corner of her eye, she could see both of them walking over. Jordan was downing a bottle of water, hair slick with sweat, and suddenly Marie was very aware of her body. She rubbed her hands against her basketball shorts, were her hands sweaty? She had been sparring, that’s why.
It had absolutely nothing to do with Jordan fucking Li.
And as if they could hear her thoughts, “You and the mat seem to be in a committed relationship, the way you can’t stay off it” She made a face at them, “What the fuck would you know about a committed relationship?”
Jordan scoffed, “A lot more than you.”
He brushed past her, leaving her cheeks reddened and warm. They made her blood boil. It was like any time she tried, there they were to remind her they were a thousand steps ahead of her, that she would never catch up. It was almost like they liked knocking her down a peg, which was ridiculous considering Marie was fifth on the rankings.
She grabbed her training bag and made her way to the lockers.
“Stupid Jordan… ‘you and the mat seem to be in a committed relationship’ shut the fuck up,” she said to herself as she peeled her tank top off.
“I spent all day letting some chick with a tail whip me while they’re reenacting Dawn of the Seven for fun.”
She made her way to the showers, wrapping her hair in a bun to keep it from getting wet. Halfway through her rinse, she heard the door slam open. She poked her head out of the curtain but didn’t see anyone. She waited to hear footsteps but there were none, maybe she’d imagined it?
She grabbed her things and headed out of the shower, making her way back to her things. She shimmied into her underwear and her bra when she heard footsteps. Her head popped up again, “hello?”
“Hello,” a voice said back. And not just any voice, Jordan Li’s voice. Marie grabbed her shirt and tossed it over her head, if she had to be topless or bottomless, she would feel a lot more in control if her tits weren’t out. Right when she pulled her shirt down, a clean and fem Jordan walked from behind the row of lockers. “Nice undies number 5.”
Marie rolled her eyes, “If you’ve come back to make any more digs at me, save it for tomorrow, I’m not in the mood.”
Jordan let out something of a small laugh or chuckle, “When are you never not in the mood.” Marie shook her head, “I’m being serious.”
“Right, serious. You’re such a serious person, serious people have panties with kittens on them all the time.”
Marie looked down, noticing she was wearing her kitty undies. She cursed herself in her head, she shoulda thrown her sweatpants back on, tits out would have been better. “Is there a reason you're here or are you just stalking me?”
“Yeah because I have nothing better to do than chase after your prissy ass.”
“You said it, not me.”
“God you’re so self-absorbed, the sun doesn’t rise and set on you on your ass.”
Marie looked up from her bag, “are you fucking kidding me. Meeee? Self-absorbed. I can’t believe you. If anyone is self absorbed it's you. You don't care about anybody but Jordan.”
Jordan instinctively took a step forward, “And who should I care about? Maybe I should just sit back and let the rest of you walk all over me, or maybe I’ll take a page out of your book and be so helpless that someone has to come and save me.”
This caused Marie to take a step of her own, “I don’t need you to save me, I don’t need anyone to save me.”
“Good, 'cause I won't.”
“Fine, then don’t.”
“Princess, damsel in distress, Indira’s little pet.”
Marie was furious, her ears were bright red, and goosebumps raised all over her skin. She had never wanted to strangle someone so badly. “That’s tough talk coming from you, what are you besides Brink’s rottweiler, he yanks his leash and you run to him like the dog you are. I bet it makes you feel important too. I mean how else would you hold on to number two if not for him pulling strings to keep you there.”
Jordan clenched their jaw as a flash of white-hot rage went through them leaving their hands twitching. They hadn’t even noticed how close they were to her until they realized they could smell her body wash, vanilla, and coconut.
Fuck.
Their eyes flickered to her lips.
Fucking fuck.
Did she notice? Maybe she hadn’t noticed. Jordan opened their mouth to speak, but before they knew it was covered by Marie’s. Her nails dug into Jordan’s arms, pulling them towards her with vigor.
Jordan’s hand moved to her chin, pulling her mouth down just a bit so they could push their tongue into her mouth. Marie sucked on it, whimpering into the kiss as her hands found their way to Jordan’s waistband causing Jordan to shudder. A symphony of sounds began to climb the walls of the locker room as Jordan pushed Marie against the locker. The kiss became sloppy, Jordan moved their mouth to her jaw, trailing kisses to her neck. And once they reached the soft area they began to suck and nibble, leaving a constellation of marks in their wake.
Something about it set Jordan ablaze, knowing that the very next day, Marie would have to wear their marks like a necklace. A clear sign to anyone who happened to see that Marie, despite what anyone thought, belonged to them.
Jordan dragged their tongue to her collarbone, painting her skin with soft little bruises. They moved downward, hooking their fingers into the waistband of the panties they’d so cavalierly made fun of, the panties they’d wanted to rip off of her the minute they’d seen her in them. Without command, Marie stepped out of them feeling Jordan’s hands move up her thigh once again. But this time, Jordan stood up and grabbed her waist, and spun her around, bending her over with force.
“Is this what you wanted Princess, to be bent over for me,” Jordan rasped, standing over her as their fingers brushed over her slit. Marie whined in response, trying to back up into Jordan’s hand. Their finger dipped into her folds, just so they could feel how wet she was. And god was she wet, slick, and ready for them to do whatever they wanted.
But Jordan couldn’t let her have it so easily, “beg.”
Marie made a confused sound, her head popping up. “You heard me, you want it so badly, then beg.”
Something defiant flashed across Marie’s face, but the feeling of Jordan’s fingers so close to her clit made whatever rebellion in her melt into compliance. “Please…”
“Come on Moreau, you can do better than that. Aren’t you teacher’s pet, beg like a good girl and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
Marie let out something of a whine and a sigh, “Jordan touch me, I- I need you, please, pl- please touch me.”
Jordan leaned down, their lips right next to ear, “Aww, pretty princess-” and then they stood up. “Unfortunately, Luke and Andre are waiting for me, I just came up to grab my shit.” Marie pulled herself up, “wh-what?”
“I take it back though, the undies are kinda a vibe, I think I’ll keep them. Have a good day, Moreau,” Jordan pocketed her panties, grabbed their gym bag, and made their way to the door. Marie stood there, her heart beating out of her chest.
“Asshole” she shouted, but Jordan was already long gone by then.
✰ ★ ✰
As many jokes as people wanted to make, Jordan took their job as Brink’s TA seriously.
A big part of Jordan’s job as a TA was to make sure Brink’s day ran as smoothly as possible. This meant making sure his meetings lined up for the day, that his driver could pick him up and bring him to and from, and setting up the material for his morning and evening classes, amongst a litany of other things. They took pride in this, Brink had never had an assistant in the past. The man preferred to handle his affairs himself, but Brink had always told Jordan that he saw something in them, and he vowed to make sure Jordan’s future would be a great one. So what if part of their duties included fetching coffee from Jitter Bean or a Vought-A-Burger for him once in a while?
While most of Godolkin slept, Jordan was up bright and early to begin their day. He stood tall in green cargo pants, brown combat boots, and a cream jumper to keep warm from the morning chill.
The campus was something of a beauty when there was no one on it. The statues of the seven were more than just monuments, they were almost alive, shimmering in the first light. The trees swayed gently, carrying the wind and the smell of spring with it. Jordan wasn’t a person who was very intimate with peace, the feeling seemed to evade him, but they could taste just a second of it when they had mornings like this.
They swung by the cafeteria and swiped themselves a cup of coffee before making their way to Brink’s office. Brink wouldn’t come until 9 (8:45 if something urgent came up), which gave Jordan time to get ready for the day. They answered an army of emails, responded to faxes (a task they hated, why the fuck do we still send faxes), and went over the schedule for the day.
It was around 7:52 when Jordan heard someone coming down the hall. He stood up, a twinge of confusion on their face. Brink was never up this early unless something was wrong, even so, it was always best to be on high alert when Brink was around. Brink said having your guard down even for a second was the difference between life and death (a well-known quote from his book), so he tested Jordan often. Their reflexes had to be more than just quick, they had to be stellar. Even a second off meant disappointment, a bullet wound Jordan could handle, but disappointment, that was fate worse than death.
Jordan stood tall, hair falling in their face a bit, but as they turned their head, they realized it was just Marie. They raised an eyebrow at her, “What are you fucking doing here?”
Marie rolled her eyes, “Fishing, obviously, I’m looking for Brink. His Office hours started at 7. It’s almost 8.”
Jordan snorted, “Hate to break it to you princess, but at seven the only place Brink is his bed. He doesn’t get in till 9.”
“Jesus, are you being serious.”
“Very.”
Marie huffed, which caused Jordan's heart to jump a little. Even when she was annoyed (especially when she was annoyed) she looked so fucking good. She stood in baggy blue jeans and a long-sleeved V-neck that fit her like a glove. She had curves in all the right places, her nipples poking through her shirt begging to be in their mouth. And her hair had those little charms dangling off of them that caught the light, gleaming and glittering. Jordan hadn’t realized they were staring, they must have looked like they were in a trance because Marie’s head tilted slightly at them, “Are you okay?”
Jordan hummed, clearing their throat, “Yeah, I’m cool.”
Marie smiled something mischievous, and for a second Jordan forgot how to breathe, “If you say so Li.”
Maybe it was because it was early as fuck, or maybe he just didn’t wanna lie, but they had no trouble saying, “You look nice is all.”
This caused Marie's cheeks to go red, she found it a bit hard to look at them now as she was overly aware of their gaze. “You’re still an asshole,” she said as she walked over to their desk. Jordan smirked, “I know.”
“Why are you here so early if he doesn’t get here till 9,” she asked, her fingers playing with the trinkets on his desk. Jordan let his hands loose from behind their back and walked around the desk to stand next to her, he disguised it as trying to put back the paperweight she moved, “I’m technically always here this early. But, Brink’s getting his classes next semester ready, which usually means he’ll be doing a lot of press about it to rack up money and new students for school. It all has to be sorted out before the end of this semester.”
Marie watched Jordan talk, and she was paying attention. But something about him talking about something so passionately caught her off guard. Their conversations spanned from either bickering or Jordan correcting her about something (which then led to bickering). Even the more quiet vulnerable conversations, the ones where they put their weapons down for a moment to be raw and unmasked together felt different than this. This felt almost… domestic. “Soooo, is it your job to do all of that for him?”
“Basically, he doesn’t have any other employees.”
“Wait, like, even outside of the school?”
Jordan nodded, “it’s just me.”
Jordan had half expected her to say something snarky, he would have but, instead, she looked over at them, her hand resting on his, “That sounds like a lot of work, make sure you’re not overdoing it.”
They hated that, how with such simple words she could make them feel shy or worse, giddy. Butterflies were for preteens who had never gotten their dicks wet. They weren’t for people like Jordan, people who had tried very hard to escape crush culture since they’d stepped foot on God U soil.
Fuck gunshots, and disappointment, butterflies meant feelings, complicated and intricate feelings. Butterflies meant that as Jordan stood there, basking in her presence and the feeling of her hand on theirs, they had the overwhelming sense of what they could only describe as peace. Peace was dangerous, especially when it came at the hand of someone who could so easily ruin them.
“You worried about me,” Jordan joked. Marie let out a small scoff, “No, not in the slightest.”
Jordan turned to face her, “I don’t believe you.”
She turned to face them and something in the air changed. She took in the sight of him, she could tell they had tried to put their hair back quickly before they left this morning because strands of it fell lazily in their face. Their eyes looked tired but even so, there was a spark in them. All of their resistance and noncompliance, and yet something soft sat there, something delicate.
She’d only ever admit it to Emma, but Jordan Li was so fucking pretty. It drove her crazy even then that they could make her heart race with just a look. Surely they’d have to have known what they were doing. Surely it had to be purposeful, right? They’d wanted her to be reduced to mush with so much as a shift in their gaze. And it was working, because her breath got caught in her chest just for a second as they stood, stuck, waiting for the other to break.
her chin jutted in defiance, “I’m… not… worried… about… you…” her finger jabbed into their chest with each word. Jordan moved to grab her hand, their eyes holding each other. She moved her other hand, but they’d grabbed that as well with their free hand.
Soon she had both her hands at either side of her on the desk, Jordan standing in front of her, their hair almost covering their eyes. She couldn’t hide the gasp that left her, or the breaths she’d let out afterwards as she looked up at them.
She pushed herself up on her tippy toes, chasing their lips just a bit, before he closed the gap. Marie let out a breathy moan as she drowned in the kiss. Their hands moved to cup her cheeks, their thumb caressing her softly as the kiss turned into something more hungry, more animal. She closed her eyes and let herself be overwhelmed by them, and god was it good to give in. Her hands laced around their neck, fingers tangling with the ends of their hair.
Jordan let out a soft moan, and when Marie opened her mouth they pushed their tongue in, letting her suck on it, small whimpers leaving her as their hands moved to roam over her body. She wrapped her legs around them, feeling their length press against her stomach and she clenched instinctively, suddenly aware of how empty she was, of how long it had been since they’d been inside of her. And there was an intense craving for them, for them to fill her up and make her fall apart under them.
The longer they kissed the more frantic it became, grabbing at each other like they needed each other more than they needed food or air. Jordan would never get tired of this, of their lips on hers, of the way she felt in their arms, the way she reacted to their touch.
And fuck, the sounds she made.
Every little gasp and whine went straight to their dick, it twitched in their pants begging to be let out. Her hands moved under their jumper, sending goosebumps to their skin.
As stupid as it was, she could make it feel like they’d never been touched before like it was a brand new sensation that they’d never experienced. And what a wonderful experience it was, to be touched by Marie Moreau.
Her hands began to move down as their mouths continued to work. She fidgeted with the drawstring of their cargo pants, and when she finally pulled it free she slipped her hands in rubbing the bulge that rested there. Jordan let out a sudden groan. It was ridiculous how they had to stop themselves from pushing up into her hand, desperate for the friction, desperate for her to touch them.
Marie pulled away from the kiss taking a big breath, a trail of spit connected to their lips, noses still touching. She palmed them through their boxers, listening to the sounds that came out of their mouth. “I miss this,” she whispered to them. Something deep and scruffed came out of them in response, followed by something that almost sounded like a whine.
She could tell they were becoming impatient because they had started bucking their hips, grinding into her hand. Her free hand moved to Jordan's chin, pulling them back to her lips, which he gladly accepted.
“You feel so good,” Jordan said in between kisses. They’d lost their breath, but they would have happily suffocated right there and then.
“Jordan! Call Ashley at Vaught, we have a fucking problem and I want it sorted out before 11.”
The sound of Brink’s voice struck like lightning. Marie hopped off of Jordan’s desk trying to make sure she didn’t look as fucked up as she felt. Jordan tried to pull their pants up, hands running through their hair so they could look somewhat presentable. As Brink strolled in, he took one look at the both of them, raised an eyebrow, and then turned his head back to his office, “Call Ashley.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that, Sir.”
Brink let out a sigh and then walked into his office.
Marie couldn’t help the giggle that left her, her mouth forming a tight-lipped wide smile. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny” Jordan said, his smile smaller, more embarrassed. “He didn’t see anything, we technically didn’t get caught.”
Jordan looked at her like she was crazy, “I have a giant fucking boner right now, that he made eye direct contact with, we most definitely got fucking caught.”
Marie laughed, leaning into them. Jordan’s hands moved around her waist and her hands found their way to their chest. Jordan looked down at her, “You owe me for that.”
“Excuse me, you left me high and dry a few days ago.”
“I believe it was you who started that, I was just following after you.”
“So you admit that you left me high and dry.”
“You drive me fucking insane.”
“The feeling is fucking mutual.”
“Glad we agree, your place or mine?”
✰ ★ ✰
Marie had found herself in Jordan’s dorm room more and more over the past few days due to Emma and Sam being on demon time (a term Cate had to explain to Marie very recently).
At first, it was very strange, Jordan and Marie technically weren’t a couple. They had hooked up plenty of times, and they spent time together, and somewhere between the arguments and the petty fights, she found herself actually enjoying their company. But spending the night felt like something reserved only for ‘girlfriends’, and Marie wasn’t that.
Still, whenever Marie saw a sock on her dorm room handle she would hike it to Jordan’s and flash them her puppy dog eyes and they’d let her in. The first time it happened, Marie made a big deal about sleeping on their futon.
But Jordan wasn’t having it, “I’m sleeping on the fucking futon, and you’ll sleep in the bed. End of the fucking discussion.”
But the next time Marie was there, it was after a session with Brink had gone on well into the night. Jordan had left the door unlocked and Marie crawled into their bed, tired and sore, and a bit needy. Jordan pulled her into their arms and the futon wasn’t touched again.
Marie had been looking forward to crawling into her bed after her long day of classes, forensics was kicking her ass. But as she walked down the hall, she could hear them. Emma wasn’t kidding when she said she was loud. She hadn’t even had time to sneak in and grab some clothes. She sucked her teeth and made a mental note to tell them to start taking their sex marathon to Sam’s dorm.
She sent a text to Jordan asking if she could spend the night. They replied that it was fine but they were running out to class so they’d leave the door unlocked for her.
Being in Jordan’s room when they weren’t there was strange. She sat on their bed, eyeing the room and the things in it. She had looked around before of course but now she had free range to really look. There was a shelf of trophies, soccer and karate, A picture of their family in a small dingy frame, and a few photos of them with Cate, Luke, and Andre. A bong sat on their dresser, with a rolled-up bag of weed next to it, and a pile of condoms, a few of which had fallen to the floor.
It was funny, so much of Jordan’s life seemed so organized and out together, but Marie had to admit, Jordan’s room was a mess. And now that she thought about it, she realized it was always a mess. She didn’t know when they’d be back, but she figured she should shower now before everyone came back from classes and the communal showers became crowded.
With no clothes of her own, she made the executive decision to take something from Jordan’s clean hamper. She fished through it for a moment and finally found a large hoodie she could use. She grabbed that and made her way to the shower.
Jordan on the other hand sat slumping in a chair listening to Professor Goodwin go on about criminal statistics. Anyone who enjoyed this class deserved to be shot in the back of the head execution style.
Professor Goodwin was a mouse of a man who consistently seemed to be suffering from a cold because he was always sniffling every 2 to 5 minutes. His voice was grating and he went on long personal tangents about his life that often had nothing to do with the source material. But you didn’t get top of the class without a little struggle.
Instead of falling asleep, Jordan thought about the fact that when she got back to their room, Marie would be there. She had been there quite a bit lately. They weren’t complaining, it was nice to not sleep alone. And Marie had the wonderful talent of not needing things to be cut and clear. Sure, their relationship at the moment was confusing and messy but that didn’t mean they couldn’t cuddle every once and a while.
Cuddling with Marie was something spiritual. She burned hot, so holding on to her was like sleeping with a furnace. It would have driven someone else crazy, but Jordan was always cold. Her fingertips always sent shivers down their friend's spines anytime they grazed them, “Fuck Jordan, why are you so fucking cold.”
“I’m probably Anemic if you’re really asking but if not, then the answer is my soul is dead and cold.”
Jordan had only ever slept next to one other person in their life, and they’d been turned off by the fact that Jordan sometimes shifted in their sleep. But Marie didn’t mind, she could fit herself no matter what size or shape Jordan took on. And sometimes, they weren’t sure if she was aware of it, but dead in her sleep she’d kiss Jordan’s forehead and say goodnight.
Jordan had a fat ass smile on her face, and it had nothing to do with Professor Goodwin.
Back at the dorm, Marie had finished her shower. She threw on the Hoodie and stepped into her slippers and as she walked back she used a large scrunchie to put her hair into a loose ponytail. As she stepped back into Jordan’s room, she was greeted with the way they smelled, Like a mixture of vanilla and mint. She crashed into the bed, grabbing her laptop and pulling it up to the bed to keep herself entertained.
Some time passed and she heard the door open, she looked up to see Jordan in a tank top and black sweatpants. “Sorry for the wait, Goodwin kept going on and on abou-” they stopped, their eyes settling on her. “What,” she asked.
“Are you wearing my hoodie?”
“Oh, yeah sorry about that, when I got out of class Emma was already… busy. So I couldn’t grab any of my things. Is this okay,” her eyes looked down at the hoodie and then up at them. They couldn’t help the smile that came to their face, “and what if I say no? You gonna take it off” they taunted.
Marie rolled her eyes, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“I actually would,” Jordan admitted. Marie's cheeks reddened, and she turned to look back at her laptop. Jordan put their bag down, grabbed clothes and a towel, and went to shower themselves.
She wouldn’t say it out loud but Marie liked this. She liked hearing the door open and seeing Jordan come through, the way their eyes would perk up at the sight of her. She liked how normal this felt to her, how easily they’d found something of routine with each other. She didn’t know what that meant for their relationship, it always felt like poking a bear whenever either of them tried to make what they had something more. At some point, Marie had told Emma that maybe what they had was all that it could be (a sentence that almost sent Emma into cardiac arrest).
Jordan came back, a towel wrapped around their waist, “You never shower in the boy's area” Marie said, noticing that they had shifted. Jordan grabbed a different pair of sweatpants, letting his towel fall to slip into them.
“Justine is in there and Brink says he doesn’t wanna see me getting into any more fights this semester so… I’m avoiding her and her split ends until September.”
They made their way to bed, crawling up behind her, lazily throwing an arm around her waist. They pulled towards them, which made Marie let out the smallest giggle.
“You’re so fucking cute.”
“No, You didn’t have to manhandle me like that, you could have asked me to back up.”
“Back it up on me if you want to, princess, see how that ends for you.”
Marie couldn’t help herself, she backed herself up, her ass pushing straight into their dick. Jordan’s hand slipped up to grip her waist keeping her where she was. But she still managed to wiggle just a bit under their grasp. “You’re such a brat.”
Marie gasped, “I am not.”
“What do you call someone who does the exact opposite of what you tell them to do?”
“Strong-willed, resolute, determined-”
Jordan sat up, halfway over her, “Those are all fancy words for brat.”
“I’m not a fucking brat, I just don’t listen to you. I listen to everyone else perfectly well” she admitted emphasizing ‘you’. “Whatever brat.”
She turned to face them, “Take it back.”
Jordan rolled their eyes, “No.”
Marie sat up, “take it back,” she said again, but it came out something like a whine. Jordan sat up in protest, “No.”
Jordan couldn’t help but admit that she looked cute, she was so serious. Her eyebrows knitted together, she was genuinely bothered by this. There was nothing like finding a new button to push when it came to her. Something new that they could use to get under her skin. Jordan was a messy person, they were aware of that, they could admit, that driving Marie crazy was the best kind of foreplay there was.
“What are you gonna do about it, brat,” he spat, inching a bit closer to her.
She had a full-blown pout on her face, she really was fucking cute. And there was something about her being in their room, in their room, looking at them like all she wanted to be called a good girl that sent them into overdrive. After weeks of almosts, of being so close to the end zone, each time sweeter than the last, Jordan had decided that they’d had enough of almosts.
She must have had the same idea, because they moved at the same time, colliding into each other in a frenzy. Marie let out a relieved sigh as they kissed. It felt like coming home every single fucking time. She could never get tired of kissing Jordan, of the way her blood seemed to vibrate as if everything inside of her was on high alert.
Jordan laid her down, his hands moved immediately under the hoodie to roam over her bare skin. She wasn't wearing a bra, so he cupped her breast, massaging the flesh with a good amount of flesh. Their kisses found their way to her ear, nipping at her ear lobe and making her back arch slightly. They took the opportunity to pull the hoodie from under her and helped her out of it, tossing it to the ground. They turned their attention to her nipples which had turned hard from all the stimulation, so he sucked on one and played with the other. His tongue flicked and sucked and when he was finished he nibbled on it just a bit. Marie let out a small yelp, her breath hitched as he moved on to the other nipple.
He couldn’t leave it lonely.
So they gave it some attention. They made sure to suck it just the same as the other, their tongue swirling around the swollen nub, nibbling just a little just to hear make the sound again.
“You make the prettiest sounds, you know that, Moreau?”
Marie let out a whimper at their words, she clenched at them, which made her feel embarrassed. He watched her squeeze her thighs together, but they weren’t having that. They pushed her thighs apart, putting themselves between them. Their hands went to the backs of her legs and pushed them up. Jordan shifted, “you’re gonna stay right here, and if you move, then I’ll stop, understand,” she said. Marie let out another whine, “Uh uh, words princess, do you understand? Are you gonna have to get off by yourself” they threatened.
“I understand, I understand,” Marie panicked.
Jordan smirked, “See Moreau, you really are a brat, but that's okay, I can fix that.”
Jordan’s head dipped low as they dived right in, they licked from top to bottom, finding her swollen clit and sucking on just a bit before their tongue began to flick at it at an unforgiving pace. Marie’s hands flew to Jordan’s scalp, gripping their hair for dear life as she yelled out. She was trying so hard not to close her legs, her thighs were shaking, but it felt so good.
Jordan felt themselves getting wetter and wetter by the second, every moan that left Marie went through them like water. It was the best feeling knowing that they were responsible for giving her this kind of pleasure. Jordan’s head dipped again as they dragged their tongue up and down her folds again. They danced around her opening, she was so wet already and the mix of their spit and her slick made the whole ordeal nothing but a giant mess. They pulled away just for a bit, Marie quickly moaned in protest, but Jordan stuck their fingers in their fingers in their mouth quickly so they were wet and slippery and then returned to attacking her clit. As they did, they slipped one finger inside of her. Her back arched softly again. Her hips would jut, trying to push herself into Jordan’s fingers. Jordan pulled away again, “does princess wanna fuck herself on daddy’s fingers?”
Marie looked up at them, dumb and needy, she managed to nod quickly. But all Jordan said was, “You know what I want.”
And Marie did know what they wanted, so she gathered all her strength, “Please let me fuck myself on your fingers, need it, need you, please Daddy, I’ll be good for you, I’ll be so good.”
Jordan hovered over Marie, a finger still inside of her, “Aww, pretty princess, are you gonna listen to Daddy so I can make you feel good?”
Marie nodded her head like her life depended on it, and she had no shame. The weeks of edging had gotten to her too, each time made her want them that much more. She wasn’t above begging and if she was being honest, it only made her that much more turned on.
“Good girl, go ahead baby, fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers.”
Marie moved her hips, trying to get as much of Jordan’s finger inside of her as she could. She bucked her hips, letting out little whimpers, and then as she was moving Jordan pushed in another finger. Marie let out a mewl, but she couldn’t stop, she was riding a high and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to her climax. “Jordan, I can’t- I can’t” she called out.
They leaned down, starting to move their fingers to meet her thrusts, “yes you can baby, just a little more, keep going for, Daddy.”
Tears dotted her eyes as she felt Jordan’s fingers hit spots that felt like heaven. Each time Jordan pumped their fingers, Marie bounced her hips trying to get even more friction, but soon her thrusts became messy and she reached her peak. She grabbed at Jordan’s blankets, as she rode out her orgasm. Jordan’s fingers still going inside of her, because there was no way they were gonna pass up on overstimulating her, not when she looked so pretty when she came.
Jordan soon slowed and then pulled their fingers out. They brought it to their mouth, sucking on one, and then leaned down to give her the other. Marie sucked on it obediently, a sigh leaving her as she did, “You taste so good baby, and you're still so wet.”
She pushed her hips up, her eyes looking up at them. Jordan pulled their fingers out of her mouth, “What's wrong princess?
Her cheeks got red, she put on a pout to try and combat it. “D-daddy didn’t cum.”
Jordan couldn’t help but laugh, “You just wanna get fucked, don’t you. You’re such a slut, Moreau.”
Marie didn’t say anything, which made Jordan chuckle even more, “Yeah, you want daddy to fuck you till you cry, you miss it, you want me to fill you up again? Pretty princess, how can I deny you.”
Jordan sat up, peeling out of their boxers. They shifted as they grabbed a condom. They were already hard, looking over at Marie waiting on the bed, legs spread, pussy wet and needy. Jordan ripped the condom open and rolled it on.
They lined themselves up and slowly pushed into her. This wasn’t the first time, but it had been a while. She wrapped around them so tightly, and each time they moved she clenched down on them. Jordan let out a breath at the feeling, “fuck princess, you feel so fucking good.”
Their arms were on either side of her head, she wrapped her legs around their torso and they began to move. They set a steady but hard pace. Each stroke pushed the headboard into the wall. The sound of Jordan’s grunts, her screams, and their skin making contact filled the room.
“Jor-Jordan, please, please-” Marie barely got out between each thrust. “Please don’t-dont stop.”
Jordan leaned down, their lips touching hers. She welcomed the kiss, her arms wrapping around their neck and hanging on. She moaned into their mouth, and they swallowed each and every one of them. When they pulled away, they picked up their pace.
Marie was starting to lose herself in the euphoria, she couldn’t see straight, why was her vision blurry? Was she crying? And sure enough, she sniffled and felt tears drop down the side of her face.
“Aww my pretty princess,” Jordan leaned down to kiss both of her eyes. “You’re doing so fucking good, you’re taking me so well baby. I’m so proud of you.”
“Tha-thank you. Thank y-you,” she managed to get out. “Thank you for,” Jordan asked, he wanted to hear the whole thing. ‘Tha-thank you for fucking me.”
“You’re such a good girl, look at you, ruined for me” Jordan praised. His pace was unforgiving, and they could feel themselves reaching their peak. They started to chase it, using Marie’s body as a vehicle for their own pleasure. Her nails dug into their skin, and they barely felt it so they kept going, rushing head-first into their orgasm.
“Fuck Moreau, fuck” they said, groans leaving them as they began to cum. Marie wasn’t too far behind them, as they rode out theirs, she had reached her. Her back arched, and Jordan leaned down, taking her nipple into their mouth to push her over the edge. Jordan’s thrust became sloppy, losing the consistency in their rhythm. They slowed before coming to a complete stop.
They held themselves over here for a few seconds, breath completely gone. But they managed to find the energy to pull out of her, they took care of the condom, and they fell back on the bed, they shifted once again. Marie rolled over, throwing a leg over the other. Jordan smiled, scooting over just a bit so they were face to face.
“See, I’m not a brat,” Marie said. Jordan snorted, “Yeah you are, you’re a giant brat. But you’re my giant brat. Even at your brattiest, I don’t think I could ever get tired of this. And not just the sex, but this. Looking at you, holding you, being in your space. Even when you get on my nerves, and you really get on my fucking nerves. But, I’d take you at your worst, Moreau, the good and the bad. All of it.”
Marie's face softened a small smile on her face. “So are we doing this, like really doing it?”
“You told me not to be scared, so I’m gonna listen to you, cause every once and a while, you’re right.”
Marie gasped, “Oh my god, wait, let me grab my phone- I have to record this, can you repeat that-”
Jordan laughed, “You’re an asshole, Moreau.”
“Always, Li.”
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