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jack plays luv is dro out loud on the studio speakers, blocking out any other sound other than the smooth melodies of the song. he nods his head along to the beat and mumbling the lyrics.

"this a hit, fasho," woyne says, taking a hit of the blunt thats being passed around. all of his friends nod in agreement and jacks spins halfway around in his chair. after he did the video with babyface ray for the remix, hes wanted to do another video for his own song.

so far, he only has the route 66 video, the tyler herro video, and the way out video from his album. he's thought about doing one for luv is dro and already best friends, but he doesn't know which to do first.

"this would make a fire video," nemo says, nodding at jack, as if he just read his mind.

"i know, bro. i need to do another one," jack says. "but i gotta get shit worked out for this song. it needs to be done right," he adds. he wants to pay homage to static major, and not just make it about himself. he wants to make it organically and authentically, as if static major was there with him too.

nemo nods understandingly and the blunt gets passed to jack, who passes and hands it to urban who gladly takes it. "i'm thinking about doing already best friends, too," jack says, leaning back in his chair, resting his elbows on the armrests and putting his fingertips together.

"that would go crazy. all i hear is miami," woyne says. all of them chuckle and jack looks up at the ceiling, imagining doing the video. he has a pretty clear idea of what that video would look like.

"let's do it, then," jack says, in a very fuck it manner. "i'll call chris and get it sorted out. clear your calendars soon." he says. he receives  several words and noises of confirmation from his friends and they listen to the rest of the song.

jack texts chris about his idea for the music video, and then puts his phone in his pocket, spinning around in the chair.

twenty minutes later, urban, druski, and sierra walk through the studio doors. "look who i found," he says, slinging his arm over her shoulders. jack looks up from his phone with his eyebrows furrowed until he notices sierra and smiles.

"what are you doing here?" he questions, a smile on his face. jack stands up from his chair and walks over to her. she shakes her head and gives him a quick kiss.

"i'm here to see you," she says. jack smiles at her and kisses her again.

"where's mine?" druski asks when sierra and jack pull apart. jack winks at him and says 'come get it'. sierra rolls her eyes and greets the rest of the guys in the studio, giving them all quick hugs because she knows every last one of them. when her and jack met, they were all present and by default she was the homie.

"how you been?" nemo asks, dapping her up instead. "you still in school?" he asks.

sierra nods. "i'm good. i graduate in may," she says, earning words of encouragement from everyone around her.

"that's what i'm talking about, sierra," woyne says. she gives him a quick hug and looks around the room for an empty seat. jack beckons her over and pulls her down onto his lap. he used to be embarrassed to be so 'lovey' with her in front of all of his friends, and it was surprising to sierra when he kissed her twice in front of all of them.

jack wraps an arm around her exposed midriff and rests a hand on her side, gently stroking the exposed skin. she looks down at him and puts her arm around his neck, running the back of her hand against the side of her neck. "hey," she says.

"how was your day?" he asks, looking up at her lovingly.

"it's good—i got something for you, it's in druski's car," sierra says, kissing his forehead. "it was supposed to be a surprise, but i want to give it to you now." she says excitedly, getting off of his lap and holding out her hand. jack grabs it and she pulls him up, an excited look on her face.

jack only looks at her strangely. he hasn't asked for anything that he won't just buy for himself. they went shopping the other day, and they both got a few things. he doesn't recall pointing anything out that he didn't end up buying in the end.

"drew, let me see the keys," sierra says. druski pats all of the pockets on his vest, and then on his legs before finding them and handing them over. "thanks." sierra pulls jack out of the studio and then out of the building.

"whatd you get me?" he asks, letting go of her hand to hold onto her by the waist.

"it's a surprise."

jack only smiles and sierra unlocks druski's car and opens the trunk. a box and a small bag sit in the back, and she hands him the bag first, taking a seat on the ledge of the truck. jack pushes the box out of the way and sits down next to her, glancing at her before looking into the bag and seeing three small boxes.

he pulls out a flat square box and gently shakes it, putting it up to his ear to see if he can hear anything. sierra scoffs, "just open it!" she says urgently.

"okay, okay, i'm going," he says, pulling the lid off. a silver, cuban link prada bracelet glints off of the streetlights and refracts onto sierra and jack. "yo, this is fire!" he says, pulling it out of the box and handing her his wrist.

sierra clasps the bracelet on his wrist, grateful that he likes it. "thank you, sierra," he says, kissing her.

"there's more," she says, pulling away from him and cutting the kiss short. jack shakes his head and pulls out another box of the similar shape. he opens it and finds a pair of large diamond earrings, very similar to the ones he saw when he was snooping through her bathroom.

he smiles at her like he knows why she bought them for him. "look familiar?"

"mhm."

he opens the last two gifts; cologne and a very expensive varsity jacket. "thank you, sierra," he says genuinely, putting the stuff down. sierra nods and kisses his cheek. jack snakes his arm around her waist. "let's just get this elephant out of the way: who did those earrings belong to?" he asks, a small smirk on his face.

sierra bites her bottom lip, trying not to laugh. "you really want to know?" she asks. jack nods, but he isn't actually sure if he wants to really hear the answer.

she dramatically takes a deep breath. "they're yours," she says at last. when jacks face doesn't change, she lets out a loud laugh. "i'm serious!"

"no you're not. who do they belong to?" he asks, squeezing her side.

"you!" she laughs. jack frowns.

"that's not funny, sierra. what do you mean they're mine?" he asks in confusion.

"it's very funny and they're yours, and they've been in my house for a few months. i'm pretty sure you left them there a long time ago," she says. jack looks up at the roof of the car, trying to remember what she's saying. "the fact that you don't believe me kind of hurts. you really think i let another man get that comfortable in my house?" she questions, pinching him.

jack yelps and swats at her hand. "when you say it like that, i feel bad. i'm sorry, baby. but you sure they're mine? i don't remember leaving anything there—i thought i got everything when we split," he says, rubbing her side.

"i found them, like, in december," she says, putting her arm on his shoulder. "how long have you been wanting to ask me that, though?" sierra asks, looking up at him.

jack lets out a light laugh. "since the day i found them," he admits. sierra smiles and kisses his jaw, and then his lips. "you don't know how bad i want to fuck you, right here in this car." he says, looking into her eyes.

sierra can only nervously laugh and act like his words had no affect on her. "how mad you think he'd be?" jack asks, referring to druski about fucking in the back of his car.

"you want me that bad?" she asks, her cheeks aching from smiling.

"you seen yourself?"

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sierra sits between jacks legs, panting and squirming as he slowly pushes two fingers in and out of her. she holds onto his thigh, bucking her hips slightly when he hits her spot. "just relax, princess," he mumbles in her ear, kissing right below it and nibbling on the lobe. jacks moves his lips down to her neck and sucks on her skin.

she draws in a shaky breath and rests her head against his shoulder, drawing her knees up and open, spreading her legs open further. "good girl," he mutters, adding another finger.

"jack..." she whimpers, pressing her back into his chest.

"what, baby?" he asks, kissing her lips, practically drinking her moans. she weakly runs a hand through his hair. "talk to me." he says, groping one of her clothed breasts with his free hand.

"i need you," she breathes, grabbing ahold of his wrist. jack stops his movements and pulls his fingers out of her, but he's not done with her yet.

sierra closes her eyes and tries to regain her breath. "im not done with you," jack states. sierra lifts her head and looks at him with pleading eyes. "i just want you to sit on my face." he says.

"jack, no," she says. they've done this only one time before, and it ended up with jack having a sore neck and he wasn't able to look left and right for a few days. she felt so guilty that she could barely talk to him. "i don't want to hurt you."

"but i want to be hurt," he says cheekily. sierra scoffs and rolls her eyes, crawling out from in between his legs. jack lays flat and holds out his hands for her. "get on up here, girl." he says, reaching out for her.

she bites her bottom lip and looks at him, ready and waiting for her to sit on him. it's tempting, with him being so eager, but the prospect of her breaking his neck is too high and having to go from horny to nurse mode is not in her plans for the night. but getting ate out is.

"fine," she says, crawling over to him. jack smiles like he won the best possible prize to win in the world and helps position her right above his mouth.jack grabs her by the hips and fully puts her on his face when she hovers above him. 

sierra gasps as she feels his tongue dart side to side. she grabs onto the headboard for support as she cries out his name. her legs feel like jelly beneath her, but she ignores the ache for the pleasure outweighs them pain.

jacks fingers dig into her thighs and sierra rolls her hips forward, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. the knot forms in the pit of her stomach and she tries not to close her legs around his head. sierra lifts up slightly so she won't suffocate him, but he just yanks her back where she originally was. "jack, i'm gonna come!" she moans, dropping her head and letting out a string of curses.

her mumbles something beneath her, the vibrations of his voice making her whimper. he keeps licking and sucking on her most sensitive parts, and unable to take it anymore, sierra releases all over him.

sierra quickly crawls off of him and collapses on the bed next him. she hears jack take deep breaths next to her, and she lifts her head to check on him. his face is red, but he's able to move everything, so she'd call it safe. "are you okay?" she mutters, putting a hand on his chest.

"never been better," he says, sitting up, a smile on his face. his face glistens with her juices and his beard is damp. sierra feels embarrassed being all over him like that, but the ache in her legs forces her to forget about it momentarily. "i'll be right back." jack says, rolling out of the bed and going into the bathroom.

sierra doesn't know if the throbbing of her core or her legs hurts worse, and it's almost too much for her to think about without wanting to just pass out.

seconds later, jack comes out if the bathroom with a towel in his hand, wiping at his face. "don't tell me you're tired," jack says, gently whacking her leg with the towel.

"just give me a minute," she says, licking her dry lips. sierra rolls onto her side, turning away from jack. he gets into the bed next to her and drags his fingers up the back of her leg. goosebumps form the closer he gets to her middle and he smirks to himself. "jack..." she whispers as he teases her entrance with the tip of his finger.

jack doesn't respond and instead pushes two fingers into her. sierra immediately clamps her thighs together, halting his movements and capturing his hand between her legs. "okay, stop, i'm sorry, chill!" jack laughs when his hand starts to hurt. "i'll stop! i swear!" he says, trying to pull his hand back. sierra opens her thighs the slightest bit and lets him take his hand back and then presses them back together.

leaning down, jack kisses her shoulder and puts an arm over her stomach. he kisses her neck and jaw and sierra lets out a shaky breath. "jack," she whispers, grabbing his hand and moving it lower, even though she isn't fully recovered. "i need you." she says.

he kisses her shoulder one last time before sitting up. "how you want it?" he asks.

sierra gives him a lazy smile and sits up, grabbing a pillow. she places the pillow underneath her stomach as she gets on all fours and puts an arch in her back.

behind her, jack rids himself of the rest of his clothes and then grabs a condom. he quickly puts on the contraceptive and grabs onto her hips, pulling them up higher in the air. before he puts it in, he kisses her lower back.

jack slides into sierra and she lets out a whimper, immediately grabbing onto his sheets. "lift your head up, sierra," he groans, pushing in further until he's buried in her. sierra gasps and does as he says, and jack captures her neck in his hands. "you're doing good, baby." he encourages, slowly stroking in and out of her.

every time she tries to drop her head, jack literally picks it up and holds it in place. "jack, i can't take it!" she cries, trying to crawl away from him. her legs shake and her core has its own pulse.

he lets go of her neck , letting her head drop, and grips tightly onto her hips. "you wanted this shit—take it," he grunts, speeding up his thrusts. sierra screams out his name and jack presses on her lower back. "dont run from me." he says, slapping her ass.

sierra pants heavily and grips onto his sheets like a vice. she feels like she's being stretched and ripped apart, like he's in her organs doing reconstructive surgery. "fuck," he moans behind her and his hips stutter. "this pussy mine?" jack asks, grabbing onto her neck again.

"yes!" she cries, pushing her hips back against him. "jack, i—" she cuts herself off by crying out a string of curses when he lifts her up and holds her against his chest, never stopping his thrusts or letting go of her neck.

"i'm close," he groans in his ear. sierras jaw drops and she throws her head back against her shoulder. her mind is a blur as she comes again, feeling it run down her legs and onto the bed. "shit." he mumbles, releasing into the condom. he sloppily kisses her cheek before letting go of her and setting her gently on the bed.

jack pulls out of her and grabs the towel and starts cleaning her off. sierra flinches when he cleans in between her thighs, and then he discards the condom. he comes back places a kiss on her forehead. "you alright, baby?"

"i think i felt you in my stomach, for real," she says, her eyes low and glazed over. she knew that as soon as she said it that she'd regret it because jack gives her a shit eating smirk. "don't get ahead of yourself." sierra mumbles.

"oh, you want round two? cause i could go all night," he says, pushing her legs open. sierra eyes fly open and she sits up quickly for someone who was basically just half dead.

"no!" she says, weakly kicking him the stomach.

"that's what i thought," he says, grabbing her foot and kissing the inside of her ankle. sierra sighs and leans back against the many pillows. "hey, when is your spring break?" he asks, remembering the music video he wants to shoot.

"end of march," she says. jack nods and kisses her her calf and then crawls up behind her and cuddles her tightly to his chest.

"you wanna go to miami?" he asks. sierra quite literally perks up and rolls over to look at him with big eyes.

"yes!" she says excitedly, placing a kiss on his lips. "can deja and jasmine come?" sierra asks, running a hand through his hair. jack nods and she squeals excitedly. "oh my gosh, i need to go shopping!"

"hold on, i'm going to miami to work, not party every night," jack says. sierra makes a face that says then why ask? and he rolls his eyes. "look, where i go, you go. thats that." he says.

sierra scoffs at his words. "boy, bye! i'll shake my ass across the entire city if i want," she says matter of factly. jack laughs and kisses her lips.

"i know. but i'm really going to shoot a video with chris brown—wanna be in it?" he asks. sierra has only been in one of his videos—thru the night—and on the sidelines for the others. given the nature of his videos, her mom was against the idea of her becoming a vixen, and heavily disagreed with the topic of her starring in any of his projects after seeing the warsaw video.

"doing what?" she asks, an eyebrows quirked.

"shaking ass," he says cheekily. sierra rolls her eyes but smiles despite herself.

"we'll see."

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