MELO....

Playboyxjake has fallen in love with the schools prettiest gril y/n. Too bad for jake, she's an anti romantic. What will jake do to win her heart 😔

This is definitely canon. I feel like jake would always try to get her attention and find out what she likes, and listen to her deeply so she feels welcome around him. Even tho he wants to he'll try to take it slow but mr.jake isn't good at that for too long. Eventually y/n will crack down and take him!!😭he'll be so damn happy and would cherish her with everything in him!!!

I might turn this into a ff too! I keep y'all updated on it If I decide to :).

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Babysitter reader x dark wonbin

So reader is babysitting wonbins younger sibling. Since wonbin is not much of responsible adult(according to his parents). So they hire you

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon fingering, smoking, stoner!wonbin x babysitter!reader

wonbin can feel your irritation burning into the side of his face. his lip quirks, smoky puff exiting past the small sliver between his lips and around the joint he held between two fingers.

“that’s what you want to talk about?” he says, amused. he holds the blunt in front of his face, “this?”

you look away, “she’s a child.”

“come on,” he chuckles, slouching against the couch you were both seated on, “it’s not like it’s a hard drug.” it’s his turn to look at you, observing the inflation of your chest as you take a deep breath, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. “I’m just having fun.”

he works his way back down, lingering on your plush thighs. his hand slithers towards you, causing bumps to rise on your skin as he gropes the flesh.

you crane your head, meeting his eyes, “don’t touch me.”

“relax,” wonbin rolls his eyes. “you’re so tense,” he mumbles as he gives your thigh another squeeze, enjoying the feeling beneath his fingers.

he takes another drag, “you shouldn’t be here anyway.”

“why not?” you retort. “you couldn’t keep her safe on your own. you’re always high.”

“I can still do a better job than you,” he shrugs, “it’s not easy for me to get taken advantage of.”

“what?” you snap, shoving his hand off your thigh.

he rolls his eyes again, sitting up, “if I’m incapable of caring for my own sister because I’m “oh so high’ it shouldn’t take much effort to take advantage of you.”

“I can defend myself,” you say, starting to stand when you feel his warmth inching closer. his hand locks around your wrist, a tug bringing you back towards him. you try to yank it away, following his movements as he began to get up.

“what’re you gonna do?” he mocks, lips hovering over your neck as he began to push you towards the wall. his hands glide down your body, slipping into your pants and curling to cup your sensitive heat.

you shove your shoulders towards him, closing your thighs. “see? I barely did anything and my hands are already down your pants.”

your hands firm fists, a noise of frustration filling the air as his finger slid along your folds, the tip prodding at your hole teasingly. you feel his grin against your throat.

“you’re getting wet,” he laughs through his nose. “do you like this?”

you shake your head, jolting towards him, breath catching in your throat when he finger slips inside. “stop it,” you swirl your hips to pull away but it only pushes his fingers deeper inside.

he lightly shakes his head, “defend yourself. you said you could.”

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be gentle

Genre: Hurt/comfort, romance, roommate! au, angst, Beomgyu x reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: None

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: Beomgyu comforts his roommate after yet another break-up.

Please like and reblog if you enjoy! Feel free to request anything <3

It happened again.

This felt like such a recurring factor in Beomgyu's life. Another heartbreak he would have to live with. Another heartbreak he would have to watch and observe as you tore yourself apart of people that didn't matter. Lovers that didn't matter.

He stood outside your room a lightly knocked on the door for the third time. He could hear the sniffling sounds from your room that you tried to conceal with little effort. It was only so much he could bare.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft.

He was always soft, Beomgyu. Always gentle. He never raised a hand to you. Respected your privacy, respected your space, your time, your energy levels. Granted he was the person you probably spent the most time with without even realising it. Living with him was a breeze. It was so easy because he was so agreeable, so easy to get along with.

And he knew exactly how you ticked. Especially with regard to romance. And, if he was asked to judge, he would say that he isn't too impressed. Your track record of picking the right partner has been unimpressive, to say the least. Cheaters, assholes, gaslighting maniacs. Beomgyu couldn't believe he watched you time and time again bringing a new person into your life that he could see was not the right vibe. You attracted the wrong type of person, that was for sure. And he was another strike off the list.

You continued to sob into your pillow, even with the kind pestering of Beomgyu from the other side of your door.

"I got you a takeaway," he sounded again from outside your bedroom, "I'll leave it out here on the floor for you."

He knew what to do. He set the food down, all nicely unpacked by him, with your favourite sauces on the side and a napkin which could double up as a tissue for wiping away those persistent tears.

And then he would wait. In the living room, he would wait, legs propped up on a footstool as he watched the drama that played on the tv. His eyes were glazed over, not taking in the plot of the drama or the dialogue between characters. His mind was elsewhere.

It would take about 10 minutes for you to have finished your meal and emerge finally from your room. By that time, you would be wrapped up in a blanket-cocoon as you shuffled to the living room, plopping yourself to the seat next to Beomgyu. You didn't look at him, even if you felt his intense gaze on you.

Your roommate was stubborn at times. He almost always got his way, but, infuriating as it was, you couldn't hate him for it. Not ever.

He paused the tv and continued to look at you. By that time, you turned your head away shamefully.

"Talk to me."

It was an instruction that you didn't want to comply with. You turned to him meekly, with glazed, red eyes from all the crying.

"There's nothing to say," you sniffled, "you know what's happened."

A helpless feeling took over Beomgyu as he saw the tears prick up in the corners of your eyes. It was enough to make his heart clench for you. It was enough to turn him angry. Angry at the people who had screwed you over time and time again. Furious at the frequency of such awful people in your life, and such bad decisions on your part. It was only so much he could bare.

He turned his gaze away so you didn't see the anger in his eyes.

"You're so gentle, Gyu."

The sound of your voice perking up again echoed in his brain.

"So, so gentle."

You sounded tired; emotionally exhausted from the hours of crying, the days you spent fretting over someone useless, the months you spent pining over a person who was bound to break your heart in the first place.

Beomgyu was tired of this too.

"I don't feel gentle, Y/N. Not now," Beomgyu confessed honestly, glaring at the ground, "how dare they treat you like this."

The tears, by this time, had stopped flowing. You had very little in you left to feel, and yet there was a nagging feeling you couldn't get rid of. The feeling of curiosity for the man who sat next to you.

"I sure know how to pick 'em," you joked bitterly, sniffing once more and reaching to grab a tissue from the side.

When you turned around, your eyes locked with Beomgyu's. His eyes were like the moonlight; a milky shine glimmering in the deep brown pools of his iris' as you swam in the hopeful delight of his gaze. You felt the intense emotions convey just through his eyes alone. The hurt he felt with you, the frustration of the same painful occurrence, and the protective urge he had over you. You felt safe under his gaze. You felt safe just by being with him. And that was something you couldn't say about any other person you had been with.

Lifting his hand to your face, he cupped the side of your cheek tenderly. His long bangs caught elegantly between his eyelashes as he gazed downwards at you. There were so many colliding emotions rippling through his system, it was almost overwhelming. How could he provide comfort, solace, shelter and reassurance all at once? How could he do all this when the only thing he wanted to do was kiss you?

You waited for him with eager eyes, to do whatever he must with you.

The softer side of him took over. As you closed your eyes, he leaned down slowly, and it was as if time stopped. His lips landed on your nose; a cute, small whisper of a kiss that you had never quite experienced before.

He pulled away bashfully and gazed downwards at his hands. Your eyes fluttered open, and a small smile pulled at your lips.

Never had anyone treated you with such kindness. It was a different feeling. A feeling you wanted to chase after and explore.

But you knew in your heart that no one would give you this feeling again. Not a soul could display this much compassion.

No one else but him.

idc if this is harsh because some people are truly pissing me off so badly. never have I seen a fandom with so many stupid people in it.

in any large group of people there are bound to be people who throw out unacceptable ideas. they have been shut down by the entire fandom and we're extending ourselves in 10 different directions to ensure we shut down every negative thing we see in addition to our work and irl.

but yall dont care about that because you only care about your narrative, so yall will never mention all the people who shut down stupid ideas.

full disrespect intended, if you're not boycotting then you know nothing except a stray tweet or comment. so stop spreading panic and misinformation.

we are also praying and on edge that people don't do anything stupid because we cannot control every single individual. so dont twist this.

3 BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS WITH MY MAN JUNHYEON!!!!

3 - "I'm bored" ; "let me fuck you then"

금준현- Junhyeon //best friends to lovers //unprotected sex

You were lying on Junhyeon's body looking at the phone without any interest in what you saw, your friend the same, bored but without saying a word, he was almost asleep when you made a movement above him, sitting up immediately "I' m bored" you said with a subtle pout on your lips, sly. Being discreet was not something that Junhyeon had as a higher quality, so he looked at you: "let me fuck you then" the phrase came out casually, as if by chance they were used to it, well, maybe yes, it had been weeks since you guys had left that half-stage best friends so you could hook up sometimes, nothing much beyond intense making out, but you felt so bored and obviously you said yes, so it escalates pretty quickly. Now Junhyeon is between your legs, your fingers sliding down his sweaty back, marking the skin, junhyeon meows like a kitten, moving his hips in the most comfortable direction, arms below your body to give firmness "fuck" you dedicated, he's kissing your shoulders and neck, sometimes slowing down to suck and play with your nipples, making your back incurve by the way he did everything so masterfully "feels good?" He asks subtly, his eyes shining in your direction, wanting to capture your beautiful reactions "y-yes" you said so desperately, moving your hips towards him for the simple fact that he stopped what he was doing "please continue" you she pleaded, smiling as you felt his lips on yours, and then moaned as junhyeon started to move again, delivering what you needed, open mouth kisses he started to suck and sigh against your lips as he started to feel he was close to the edge "fill me" you whisper between your lips "that was fucking hot-shit" he responds still with his lips still close to yours, thrusting, bumping against your hip, leading "cum with me" he asks subtly and lowers his face to fit on your neck, alternating speeds, containing his sensations as you take in all of your pleasure, letting go, slowly feeling the heat rise "I-I'm almost there" you alert junhyeon who grunts in response and then lets it all out , you moaning and moving your hips simultaneously to the limit.

Jungkook live on Weverse ✨✨

my baby lives in shades of cool

noooooooooooo i know bestie jay already has a part 2 but i neeeeeeeed a part 3 it was sooooooongoooooood

more of this—> and this—> warning. coercion, manipulative pervert bestie Jay, he’s nasty ;o, unprotected sex, breeding

THIS IS THE LAST PART! no more after this🩷

“So, you fucked.”

It’s not that Jay’s surprised, he’s not even all that bothered, but he is curious.

He’s seen Sunghoon around the locker room, he knows he’s bigger than him. There’s no way the photos he sent you fulfilled your expectations.

Trying to hide a frown, you nod, twirling the straw in your drink. “We did, I don’t know. After the pictures and everything I felt crazy.”

“Crazy how?” Jay leans in, voice low, shoving his half eaten plate of food aside. He wants to ask more, of course, really grill you and interrogate, find out if you saved the pictures he sent you. But that could incriminate him, too suspicious. He has to keep it cool.

You shrug, leaning back with a tired sigh. “Like.. he’s hot, don’t get me wrong. Super hot. I guess I pictured it going differently.”

“Well darling,” he chuckles, grabbing the receipt before you can even think to. “That doesn’t really help me solve this dilemma for you.”

“Jayyyyyy.” Ah, you whine so cute, he doesn’t even hesitate to pay for your meal. Waving the waiter back over while you’re distracted fidgeting with your fingers. “You know how it is, when someone’s too good looking.. they have to have some type of flaw.”

Dragging his eyes down your upper half, he bites down on his lip, wanting to disagree. There’s no flaw when it comes to you, because he’s looked, searched high and low. You’re perfect for him, even if you don’t get that yet.

“Get to the point here babe, he’s good looking but his stroke game sucked?”

“I wouldn’t say it sucked.” You grimace, giving yourself away the more you search for something to distract your hands with. Choosing a napkin to shred into pieces. “I think.. maybe I had higher expectations because it was so hot through the phone.. but he—we, I didn’t even get to finish.”

Jay gasps, clutching his chest, jaw hanging loose. “Shut up!”

“I’m serious!” You whine again, resting your head against the booth. “Like, he didn’t even take me inside, just bent me over in the backseat..”

Backseat fuck? Please be joking. His teeth grind thinking about it, you’re better than a car fuck. You deserve a bed encrusted with diamonds and gold, a shrine to display your body. 

“That’s,” his tongue drags along the backs of his teeth, huffing a laugh. “That’s unbelievable. That guy talks a big game in the locker room. I knew he was full of it, probably jealous cause I don’t have to lie about my reputation.”

There’s a flicker of curiosity that passes your face, head tilted to the side. “What do you mean? Like, he’s competing with you?”

Jay laughs, slotting his card back inside of his wallet. “Could be. Always thought he held a grudge when he got nothing but bench warming done during the first season. Whatever, either way.” Slowly peering up, he locks on your intrigued gaze. “Could never be me. I’d rewrite history with my tongue inside of your pussy, leave you shaking harder than a fucking earthquake in Japan.”

The bottom row of your teeth appear first, juicy lower lip hanging loosely, pupils dilating. “Hah—wha—“

“I mean,” crossing his arms to purposely flex his biceps, he shrugs. “You know, if it wasn’t you. Any other girl, sure.”

“Excuse me??”

He scoffs, brushing you off. “Ugh, that’d be like fucking my sister.”

“Jay! Don’t say that!” You have the gall to look offended, glaring at him.

“God, he just went straight to fucking, huh?” He whistles, head shaking. “Couldn’t even eat you out or open your pussy up first?”

“Jay!” It’s cute how you still somehow find the audacity to glance around as if anyone nearby can over hear. Putting on this silly act of shame, as if you weren’t getting plowed through in the backseat of a mustang on your knees less than 24 hours ago.

“Seriously, such a shame.” A loud click of his tongue resounds, standing up, making extra effort to adjust his jeans. Cock shape fitted right against the crotch of his pants, not missing the way you can’t stop yourself from getting a look. “You always end up with these duds that could give a fuck about you cumming or not.” Throwing an arm around your shoulder, he leads you out to his car. Staying a step ahead even so to make sure he gets to the passenger door before you.

“Well, like you said,” you shift awkwardly, leaning against his car as he gets the door for you. “You have a reputation and apparently I’m too much like your fucking sister to even consider letting me experience that.”

Bingo.

Jay grins to one side, a cocky but charming smile, tapping the roof of his car. “It’d be too weird, you’re my best friend.”

He turns and moves closer, barricading you against his car with his palms flat on the hood behind you. “If we fucked, if I fucked you.” He licks his lips, gaze traveling down your face slowly, ending on your lips. “Showed you how it’s really supposed to be, how good it can feel. I don’t know babe.”

He sighs, moving in closer for your lower halves to press together. “How are you going to look me in the eye after I’ve had my dick so deep inside your pussy, make you feel that shit in the back of your throat.” 

“Jay, that’s—“

“Can you really have a conversation with me again without dripping between your thighs, without focusing on my tongue and all the ways I made you scream with my mouth latched on that pussy?”

“Oh.”

“You’re thinking about it, huh?” He has to laugh again, a deep ‘hah-hah-hah’. 

How can you not? He’s so fucking disgusting.

“Maybe.”

“Yeah well,” patting your hip, he pushes you to get inside the car. “Keep dreaming darling.”

“You’re staying over right? My parents won’t be home until super late.” You say suggestively, thighs clamped together tightly.

“I’ll stay as late as you’ll have me babe.” Jay’s smooth, he’s real smooth. You know he is, but maybe it’s how unsatisfied last night left you, dragging your ass home after getting fucked in less than 5 minutes. Maybe it’s the way your best friend uses one hand to drive you home, pats your thighs while you crack jokes and mess up song lyrics. 

“Jay, we’re best friends.” 

“Uh, yeah.” He snorts, pulling into park. “Stating the obvious?”

“Why don’t you talk to me about girls much? I tell you everything..” you head to your bedroom together, jumping onto your bed with him in tow. “Like, I don’t even think I know what your type is? You literally know my body count, probably better than me.”

He does, he can name your first kiss, time and place. The first guy that fingered you, first one that ate you out, first that got to fuck you. He can name them all, and none of them have been him.

“My type..” he sits next to you, pulling his favorite pillow of yours to his chest. Hugging tightly for the scent of your shampoo permanently drenched through the cotton to emit. “I like..” looking at you from the corner of his eye, he reaches for your knee, thumb caressing. “Cute girls, that play extra dumb with me. Pretty face, you know..” he fully turns to look at you, pinching your chin with his other hand. “Like yours, and well,” he nods, continuing down your body, hand dropping to your chest. “Nice body, not too fit, curvy in the right places.”

“Jay..”

“Basically you.” He smiles, a forced smile. A smile to hold up this act and not crush under the weight of the truth. Because if you wanted to know the truth, no bullshit, he’d rip his heart out of his chest for you and let you break him in half. He’d empty his soul if you asked, whatever your wish is, he’d figure out how to make it come true.

“You know.” It’s easy to grab his hand, there’s no fear or shyness. Even with your heartbeat fastening, stomach fluttering. “It’s stupid but whenever I get a crush I always end up comparing them to you. Like Sunghoon right, he’s got that crazy jawline, and I’d think about how yours is still sharper, more angled.” 

Instinct has him straightening his spine, jaw muscles flexing, lifting his eyebrows up playfully. “I definitely have something you can’t compare to any of them..”

“Show me then.” You urge just as playfully, swinging your hands. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jay sits up onto his knees, thighs smushed together in the position, jeans squeezing around the muscles. “Think you can handle it?”

“I think I can.” 

He’d swoop at the chance to make fun of you if not for how fast your expression shifts. Eyes gone hooded, lips pouting out and parted open, unabashedly ogling his pronounced size. 

As much as he wants to keep up his confident image, he’s screaming inside. The horny teenager that started jerking off to the thought of you years ago after seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time coming out of his dark gloomy cave to shout at the top of his lungs. This is it, this is his chance.

“Don’t say ‘damn!’ when you see how big I am.” Leave it to Jay to break the tension with a corny line, making you smack your face and groan. His shoulders bounce, unzipping himself and shoving his jeans under his ass. “I’ll let you do the honors.”

“Stopppp.”

Despite moving closer, he can sense how nervous you are now. The way you continue to look around and play with your hair. He rolls his eyes and grabs one of your hands right before you can toy with your earring. “Quit fucking around.”

To be fair, it’s not technically the first time you’ve seen his dick. Albeit that was years ago, and he’s grown ten times in size since the days you’d rinse off together quickly after hours at the pool. Even back then Jay was never very shy about his body, clearly carrying that confidence into adulthood. 

“Are we about to fuck?” You’re asking jokingly, allowing him to direct your hand to his covered bulge, gripping around yours to make you squeeze him. 

“Only if you let me hit it raw.”

“Jongseong.”

“Serious, I’ll eat you out for hours.” The stern tone you say his full name in does nothing to deter him, nothing can now that he has you this close. Even if you didn’t want to at this point, he wouldn’t be able to stop. The thought makes his cock jump, groaning and gripping your hand around him harder. “Suck my cum right out of you, spit it back down your hole only to suck on your clit again. Get you nice and numb with my mouth, have you begging for me to eat your ass next.”

“Are you always this depraved?” There’s that fraudulent shame again, the prudish act as if he can even count the dicks you’ve taken with 2 sets of hands. The way you cower and flush lets him know all he needs to know, leaning in to press his lips against your cheek. 

“I’m worse baby, exactly what you wish they all were.” Whispering huskily, he shoves your hand inside his boxers, thrusting up against your palm, eyes fluttering shut.

“Oh my God.” You gasp, fingers trembling, inspecting the girth you can barely wrap around completely. 

“Tell me how wet your pussy is.” Jay’s hands roam down your body, squeezing your waist on his way to your hips to hike up your shorts; scrunching the material up between your thighs painfully.

“Shit, you’re—“

“Do they ever get you this wet?” There’s arrogance laced throughout the question, smirking against your cheek. “I can hear it.”

It’s embarrassing because it’s true, clenching your eyes shut with another rough tug on your shorts. The sound of your cotton underwear rubbing against your cunt plays obscenely. Little splatsplats, squeezing more slick from your excited hole. “Answer me.”

“J-jay.” Oh fuck you’re already whimpering. Not even the voice messages you sent moaning could compare to this, vibrating through his ear, shooting shockwaves straight to his cock. He has to swallow hard, growling deep in his chest. 

“That’s not good enough.” Rough calloused guitar playing hands slap your exposed buttcheeks, shorts wedged up in-between. “Who gets you wet like this?”

“Y-you do, s’only you.” 

That’s it. That’s what he wants to hear, what he needs to hear. Coughing back a moan, he twists your body fast, even catching your breath as he knocks your back to his chest and dives in to cup your cunt. “Shit. Fuck.”

The hard pads of his fingers find your clit, chin hooked over your shoulder watching his hand disappear inside. The way you chant his name between struggling breaths has the veins lining his forearm flexing, rubbing figure eights on your bundle of nerves. “Little clit all hard for me.” 

“Ahh—don’t say that!” 

He’s had enough of this modest act, groaning as he grips your shorts and panties to one side. His hand draws free to land a few heavy palmed hits between your thighs, rocking against your ass that bounces up and down upon impact. “Don’t you dare tell me what I can and can’t say, do you hear me?”

“Jay, fuck!” He hardly gives you a chance to breathe properly, shoving your chest down onto the bed, he hooks onto your ruined shorts. It’s this moment that has him floating, slowly rolling the material down your hips, exposing inch after inch. Perky ass bouncing with each new tug, lighting his erection up with pure heat. 

The amount of wet arousal that greets him could save a country from dying out of thirst, releasing globs of slick the second he exposes your hole. Jay can’t stop the round of curses that fly out from there, shoving your bottoms and panties all the way down to your ankles. He makes a place for himself between your legs, freeing himself of his jeans and briefs. “You’re sure about this.”

Because I’m not going to stop, even if you scream. No matter how much you cry and claw.

“I’m—“ your head turns, neck twisting back to look at him with your pretty sweet eyes. Eyes that look at him as if he holds the entirety of your universe in his hands. “I’m—want it. Want you to.”

“I know.” Bending over on your back, he gathers your hair away from your face, kissing up and down your cheek. Pecking a saliva wet kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Because you’re a fucking slut. You know what sluts love?”

Tears well up in your eyes, glittering at him so prettily, accepting how right he is about you with a small shake of your head. 

Jay sits up, fully mounting your backside, scratching his blunt nails from your lower back to your waist. He grips around tight, forming a belt choking your breath out with his firm hold to keep your head against the bed. Your shoulders and tits pressed down, ass high up on the air, pussy on full display.

The fat blunt tip of his cock presses to your hole, rolling your eyes up instantly. “Sluts like you..”

He breathes raggedly, gaze passing from the whites of your eyes, down your spine, over his veiny hands constricting you, gliding over the ripples rolling up your ass down to where his cock teases at your entrance. “They love to get fucked.”

It’s as if your mind goes completely blank when he’s fully inside. Mouth hung open pouring out copious amounts of drool, dead gaze staring out ahead, pussy clamped tight around his size. You’re every bit of the brainless whore he’s ever wished for, taking the entirety of his cock with only one full thrust. Wetness splatters all over the lower half of his stomach and thighs, immediately falling into a heavy neck-breaking speed. Hips clap down on your ass, fat cock burying in deep, hitting your g-spot full on. 

“Wish you could see yourself right now.” Jay rasps, pounding into you harder and faster. “Perfect little slut, my perfect little fucking slut.”

“Yesyesyes!” 

“Keep screaming for me like that.” It’s music to his ears, the claps of your wet skin against his. The cries between your moans, the broken way you keep repeating his name. “Who fucks you,” he pants, lost in his pleasure, lost in your pleasure. “Who fucks you as good as your best friend?”

Your walls immediately clench around him, pushing out a wet gushing sound on the next thrust in. Jay grunts, digging his nails into your skin to hurt, desperate to leave some marks behind. “Speak up!”

“Jay! Jay! You! Youyouyou!” Your screaming can hardly break through the sound of your wet pussy taking his thick size. 

“Sucking me in so good, how is your pussy this fucking good.” He’s rambling nonsense, stealing glances at his cock diving in and out, cunt skin stretched around his girth. Tip kissing your cervix at this angle so so good, just right. “You’re gonna cum for me.”

It’s not a question, but an order. His weight comes down on your ass, lifting up onto his feet to climb up and fully mount you, palm slapping down on your nape lodging your face against the bed. “Cum for me right the fuck now!”

He barrels in at a pace that has your toes curling, eyes at the back of your skull, gasping for breath between his weight landing down on you full force. Each bury of his cock hits right where you need as if Jay memorized the map of your insides somehow. “I’m—I’m cu—“

The most intense wave of pleasure cuts you off, scrabbling to grip onto your bed sheets, knees sliding down. He fucks you through it, moving down with you where you lay flat on your stomach, cock drilling in and out past your orgasm. “T-too deep!”

“Like it deep.” Jay grits, slamming in rapidly. The hand on your nape unrelenting, ass clapping back against every thrust he gives. He bears down harder through your screams of over sensitivity, pressing his toned chest down on your back. 

He’s filling you to the brim, stuffed full, continuously striking the place that feels so fucking good deep inside of you. “Dumb fucking slut.” Jay huffs, breathily laughing, watching your ass begin to fuck him back. “All you needed was a real good dicking.” He adds with a whip-like snap cracking down on your ass. Stinging and heating up your flesh.

“Uh—mhm—please!”

“Fuck you’re seriously cumming again.” He groans, squeezing his eyes shut, digits digging through the back of your hair to grip. “You feel so fucking good.”

Everything hits him hard. He’s inside of you, he’s finally fucking you, he’s making you his. Cock drunk, obsessed and desperate, everything he’s ever dreamed of. It’s so worth it, all the humiliation he’s put himself through, so worth it when his dick starts pouring out strings of white inside of you. So deep inside of you. 

“Fuck.” Forcing himself to keep his eyes open, he leans in to lick up your tear stained cheek, pecking the side of your nose. Hips rolling as he empties out inside of you.

Right now, right here in your room, the bed he’s cuddled with you on for years. He’s here, he’s inside of you, and it's still not close enough. It will never be enough when it comes to you.

As much as it pains him to pull out, he fully intends to lick you clean, to spend the next hour with his nose pressed to your clit. 

After he turns you over to look at him, strips your top off, swipes his thumb across your chin to clean off the drool. “Jay..”

“I know.” Sucking his digit clean, he bends down to kiss you, chest hallowing when you kiss back. “I know, and I’m nowhere near done with you yet baby.”