Jayklickin imagines

House Party

I decided to write this one from your perspective rather than it being like from the narrators perspective so yeah if you guys like the way I write this one I'll write more like this.😛

Jay and I haven't been out in a whileee, yeah we've gone to all his shows and everything which technically counts as being out but we haven't gone to a party and had fun together in some time.

I recently saw one of those ghetto ass party flyers on Instagram and decided we should go because why not? And they'd love to turn up with the Jayklickin.

"Omg we should match outfits", I say thinking of how cute it'd be and how many compliments we'd get.

"Wait whatchu mean...?", he asks.

"I don't mean like MATCH match I mean we should like color coordinate like we both wear black or red or something like that", I explain because he's thinking too deep into things. "Ouu we could match shoes tho".

Jay and I have a lot of matching shoes because I think it's cute to match shoes and he doesn't mind because at least he can make sure I have good shoe game this way (even though I have great taste regardless).

"Ohhh, aight bet let's just go with black that's easy", he said once he understood what I really had in mind when I said "match".

He looks through his dresser and closet to find an outfit while I sit in front of the vanity and do my makeup before getting dressed to avoid dropping any makeup on my outfit.

Since we're wearing all black I decided to do a dark makeup look. I did black smoky eyeshadow with winged eyeliner and wispy lashes and used a dark brown almost black lipliner with some lip gloss on top.

"You better hurry up before we stay home bruh", he says tryna rush me. Ugh he's such a homebody he needs to get out and I'm definitely not bouta let my hard work on my makeup go to waste.

"Alright bro damn I just gotta get dressed and do my hair, my hair will be fast I swear", I say tryna convince him but we both know my hair is gonna take a minute...

I hurry up and pick out a cute little bodysuit to match the all black color scheme and sit back down at my vanity to do my hair.

I promised my hair would only take a minute so I decided to not do something extra with my hair and just quickly curled the ends so we could leave.

"Wait omg what shoes are we gonna wear", I had just barely remembered that we were supposed to match shoes.

"Uhhh you wanna wear 4's?", he asks.

"Yeah I have the Oreos, Black Cats and the Royalty ones", I say listing off all of my 4's with black bases.

"Royalty's is gangsta", he says so we both put them on.

Before heading out I feel like the outfit would be cuter if I threw on some gold hoops since the shoes have gold on them.

*in the car*

"Should we stop and grab our own bottle or just go right now", I ask because I'm not a fan of sharing with a bunch of randoms.

"Imma stop and get a bottle of Henny", he says as we pull into the Kroger parking lot.

I wait in the car while he runs inside and scroll on my phone while I wait. But when I look up this nigga came back with two bottles instead of one like he said.

I don't even bother asking questions until we pull up to the party and he only brings one with him inside.

"Why'd you only bring one of them?", I ask because why buy two if we're only drinking one.

"We can drink the other one at home", he says.

"Alright", I say before we walk in.

I'm lowkey awkward at events so I'm definitely not helping Jay in any way by being as quiet as him. He is a celebrity though so there's no need for us to go up to anyone when they come up to us on their own.

After a while we open our bottle so we can actually loosen up a little and have fun like everyone else here. Since we drove Jay only drank a little and insisted on me drinking however much I wanted.

After a few shots I felt more and more lovey dovey, I couldn't resist kissing all over his pretty face and forced him to dance with me even though he's not really the dancing type.

To be honest he wasn't even dancing he was just my designated catcher anytime I felt like whining and grinding or twerking...

"Come here, ma", he said while holding my waist and guiding me over towards the kitchen.

He pulled me close and kissed me for a long time making my knees go weak. I was so drunk I couldn't help but touch and rub him all over the only thing stopping me from taking it any further was him. He had to remind me that we were in public and in someone else's kitchen...I had completely forgotten.

I'm ngl I was just gonna keep this one a draft bc I had no idea how to end it but atp fuck it I hope y'all liked this mess of a story.😭