18+ warning! (btw, there is mention of hair pulling here. If you are one who has unpullable hair, disregard that factor)
CW: oral sex (jimmy!receiving), vulgar language, graphic content
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You were getting ready to go out with your homegirls for the night. Secretly, you didnt wanna go. You wanted to stay inside and chill with your man, and do something else...it was ovulation week after all. But you made an agreement with your girls, especially since you never stepped out with them anymore. Ever since he put a ring on it.
You looked in your fully body mirror and did a fit check to yourself.
A sparkly dark purple body-con dress, thin heels and icy jewels that matched perfectly. As you're examining your outfit, you see your fiancé, Jon, come in the room behind you.
He leans back and scrunches his face. You turn around to see wtf his problem was.
"What?" You said was sass.
"Where you goin'?" "Boy what?" "Where you goin lookin like that?"
You roll your eyes and look down at your outfit.
"Im going out with my girlfriends tonight boo I told you that..." You explain to him. He looks at you like your crazy.
"Man thats bullshit, you aint say none of that shit." He says with a little stern tone in his voice.
"Jon yes I did!" You said harshly in response, knowing damn well your forgetful ass probably didnt tell him when you and your friends planned it. But you were stubborn, you didnt like to admit you were wrong.
"First off, you said you was bouta stay in so I don't know where you running off too all of a sudden! Second off, who you tryna look good for?" He says, folding his arms and leaning back to check you out.
You roll your eyes and put your hand on your hip. You were deep down happy he was being stubborn.
"Im not tryna look good for anybody Jon, were going to the club, what I look like turning up in like sweats-" "Hollup now, CLUB?! Oh yeah now you're def not going out."
You smack your teeth and stomp your foot in annoyance.
"Babe, clubs are for single women who aint got no dignity...what business do you got going over there?- Like;"
He puts on his funny ass girl voice that he always did to exaggerate or make fun of you.
"Heyyyy gurlllll im lookin to find a new dude while old dude at homeee"- Come on now."
You sigh. He was right. Clubs werent for engaged 30 year olds like both of you are. But you promised them.
But you took a second to look at him standing there, shirtless in loose sweats that were a little too big on his, so the line of his boxers poked out. He had just braided his hair yesterday too, so even though he was just lounging around the house, he looked so damn fresh.
