Dear María

We’ve been packing my stuff for the next week. I don’t have a lot of stuff, and already arranged the transportation of my things, and I decided to rent the house and try to see if someone wanted to buy my car, which I doubted but ended up being lucky and an old couple bought it.
We went back to Baltimore soon enough and I started to look for a job.
When my parents split, I discovered my father was some kind of millionaire, so due to this, the judge said he had to pay all my stuff until I was 25, so even if I worked (which I did), I still had my father’s money to relie on. However, with Jack and the whole moving-in-a-whole-new-continent thing, that meant finding a job if I didn’t want to be kicked out of the U.S. but that was easy because I found a job at a tattoo and piercing shop next to a coffee shop in Thames Street, plus an extra job as an art teacher assitant who worked in an apartment near our house.
Our house. God, I loved the sound of that.
Also, I also had my youtuber ‘job’ which payed pretty well.
So, anyways, we were watching Aladdin, cuddling on the couch with a blanket over us, and Olivia asleep on the floor, when someone knocked the door.
“Stay here” I said before Jack could stand up.
I walked to the front door and opened it, revealing a ginger man with a long beard and saw a truck in front of our house which read ‘John & Harry’ and a logo with a house in a box.
“Good afternoon, hmm… is María Mussons in here?” the man asked.
“That’s me” I smiled, “I guess it’s the moving company?”
“Yes. I’m Harry” he smiled at me and I felt Jack behind me.
“Do you guys need any help?” he volunteered.
“Hmm, actually a bit of help would be nice” the guy chuckled softly.
A thing I really have into considderation with employers is confidence; I don’t like them to be too formal because if you ask something you immediately feel like a douche when the other one replies with such a formal and serious tone. On the other hand, employers (take a waitress, for example) who treat their customers informally, but still with manners, make you feel comfortable because there was some kind of odd confidence there.
“I’ll help as well” I smiled, “We’ll finish sooner”
We walked out of our house, Jack was wearing his dark grey sweatpants and his ‘Who the fuck is Jack Barakat’ shirt, while I was wearing his Ravens hoodie, which reached my mid thigh, and my underwear. We helped to carry the boxes inside and waved off Harry and the other guy, who I supposed was John. We started to carry the boxes upstairs and opening them.
Jack had already left me my space in the closet for my clothes, which I insisted I’d use another one, since that was too small but he just said we’d wait and see. To my surprise, my dresses and my favourite T-shirts fit in there, and I managed to fold my hoodies so I could put them in the drawers.
“Jaack” I sang, holding up a T-shirt.
“Yes, baby?” he turned to me and smiled.
“Remember this?” I smiled at his, pointing to my RCD Espanyol shirt, the one I wore the day Jack stayed in Barcelona and he made a small sexual reference about our sports steams.
“How could I, my little parakeet?” he smirked and walked to me, pulling me into a hug.
“My raven” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him lonvingly.
We had a small make out session before returning to unpacking, I only had to organize my underwear, which was in the box Jack was opening.
“Oh my god!” I turned around and saw him holding up some lace black panties and a matching bra in his hands, “I didn’t know you were such a fan of lingerie, Mari” he whistled.
“You still haven’t taken a proper look at that box” I smirked.
He looked at me for a second and held the box, overturning it so all my panties and bras were spread on our bed.
“Holy fucking shit” he gasped. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
He started to hold up sets of underwear and some whistles and hisses came from his lips.
“I have a thing for lingerie, as you can see” I walked to him, making sure to move my hips swiftly.
“Can’t wait to see you wearing all of those” he gulped when I put my hands under his shirt and started to draw small and soft circles on his back with my fingertips.
“And you will” I said in a sexy voice.
I took off his shirt and turned him so he was in front of me. I started to follow the lines in his Jack Skellington tattoo with the same soft moves, my eyes following my fingers. I felt Jack staring at me and noticed how he bit his lip.
“Wanna see which set I’m wearing right now?” I whispered in his ear.
“Shit” he growled.
I smirked and felt something press against my skin. I looked down and saw an evident tent forming in Jack’s pants. I looked at him with an innocent smile before he crashed our lips together hungrily and quickly laid me on the bed and removed his hoddie. I pulled his sweatpants, along with his boxers, down and he looked at the lace and semi transparent black underwear and bit his lip.
“Damn” he breathed, “Since when are you wearing these? I’ve never seen you wearing this!”
“I always wore them, but at the time you got to see them you were more focused on going inside of me” I caressed his cheek with my hand.
“True enough” he made a facial expression which matched his words and then added, “No wonder why I want to undress you, you’re gorgeous”
I chuckled and he started to kiss my lips passionatelly and asked for entrance. I gladly granted him entrance and our tongues were in battle for a few seconds until he licked my roof, making me moan, and unhooked my bra, pulled my straps down and threw it across the room before moving down to my jawline, sucking and biting everywhere and making my moans louder. He moved to my neck, where he licked and kissed and sucked everywhere, sure leaving bruises behind and started to move down, leaving a trail of kisses and lovemarks, to my breasts. He looked at them for a few seconds and when our eyes met, he started to blush, his eyes dark and filled with lust, and started massaging them gently, then he played with my nipples with one hand, the other massaging my breast as he began to lick and suck everywhere.
“Jack” I moaned.
“Shit, babe, I didn’t even start fingering” he chuckled with a low voice.
“Just skip that bit, please, for today. I need you” I pleated.
He smirked and moved down to my panties, pulling them down with his teeth to my knees and I kicked them off. Jack hovered over me and reached to the nighstand, opening a drawer and looked for a condom, when he opened it, he rolled it over his dick and positioning himself with my entrance. I nodded and he thrusted in and out of me merciless.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby” he grunted and put my leg over his shoulder, quite high, making me feel a small pain, but it was coated with pleasure everytime he thrusted.
He was hitting my g-spot everytime, making me scream and felt some tears well up in my eyes, all of pure pleasure.
“Jack” I whimpered-slash-moaned.
“You’re so hot when you say my name like that” Jack thrusted inside of me quicker and harder, his movements a bit sloppy. I moved my hips with his to create more fiction and felt a strange thing inside of me, but I let it slip.
“You’re enjoying this, huh?” he groaned. I only moaned, “You slut” my arms went to his back and scratched his back, surely leaving red marks behind. I’d normally dislike people calling me names, but when you were having such a good time with the most perfect person in the world, those words were like a bite in a sweet spot: sweet and passionate, but rather kinky and hot.
“Shit, I-I’m so close” I moaned, my legs around him tighter to add extra friction.
“Yeah, me too” Jack grunted.
We both came, but it felt strange this time, and we rode out of our orgasms and Jack collapsed next to me.
“Tomorrow the pink set” he smirked.
I threw a pillow at him and pecked his cheek, he pulled me into his arms and I fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

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Title credit: Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and The Diamonds.