Emery [bxb]

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"And for you, I made broccoli salad." Emery slides the dish onto the kitchen table.

"Mm... You're a babe," I groan with gratitude. I reach for it immediately, only to get my hand swatted away by my mom.

"Emery, this all looks delicious. Thank you so much," she gushes.

"Yes, thank you, Emery," my dad echoes.

My folks are over, just to check in on us. I field questions about medical school, my new girlfriend Rola, campus life and studies, while Emery bustles about in the kitchen. He deliberately situates himself in the background, out of my folks' field of view, in order to deepthroat a banana with a gloating gleam in his eye. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, glaring at him when my parents aren't looking.

We enjoy a delicious dinner together in which my parents thank God Emery can cook, or else I'd be screwed.

As soon as they leave, I grab Emery by the scruff of his neck and push him down on his knees in front of me. His fingers work feverishly to unclasp my belt buckle, yanking the zipper down and tugging my jeans and underwear off in one go. My head hits the wall seconds later.