Let’s Play Pretend

This is beautifully written but the audacity of this man?

Promise Not to Promise Anymore

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of cheating, angst

Word count: 2448

A/N: This is an idea that I’ve been struggling with for a while, I’m so glad I’ve finally been able to get the words to sort themselves out. Special thank you to @krirebr for helping me so much with the process. Without you literally nothing would ever be posted here 😂. (Yes I am aware that I barely post…I’m working on it!) Any feedback that you could leave would be really appreciated. ❤️

The day had been uneventful, boring, normal. But something about the day had your skin crawling. You weren’t sure what had set you off, and yet here you were pacing. Something you only did when you were anxious.

Your phone chirped with another notification, probably one of your socials. Your anxiety had you reaching for it immediately. Seeing the name of your ex pop up on the screen had your stomach dropping immediately. Neither of you had reached out in months. The man who had blustered out of your life as fast as he had blustered in was texting you.

You threw the phone onto the couch without reading the notification. Sure you could find out immediately what he wanted if you actually read the text, instead you screamed into the throw pillow. Your mind began to run with all of the possibilities of why this man would choose now to text you. Did he want money? Was he dying? Was he texting just to let you know how little you meant to him?

The last one, it was definitely the last one.

You stood from the couch and glared at the small black rectangle that had ruined your otherwise boring day. Your phone chirped again, and you physically recoiled from the sound. Deciding a drink would help with whatever it was your ex wanted you dazedly walked to the kitchen. When you opened the fridge, your gaze immediately found the bottle of wine you had bought on a whim on the weekend. Something the lady at the grocery store had recommended since you looked so lost in the wine section. Grabbing the bottle and bypassing a glass was the best way to handle this conversation you decided.

You sat on the couch, taking a long pull from the neck of the bottle before reaching for your phone. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves you unlocked the phone screen and tapped on the messages icon. There was his name in big bold letters: Andy. You hesitated as your finger hovered over the message, you could see his second message clearly Are you too busy to talk now? Maybe you could just not read it. Or read them and never respond. Or read them and respond later.

You hated every single one of those options, because you knew as soon as you opened these messages you’d be responding immediately. You took another long pull from your bottle, and placed the phone back down beside you. You needed your mind to stop. The thinking, the over-thinking, it was too much. You flipped on the TV to distract yourself and curled up like a cat. Your phone chirped again from under a throw pillow, and you pointedly ignored it.

You weren’t ready to deal with Andy. You had thought when he ended things that you would never hear from him again. Devastated. That was the only word you could use to describe how you felt after he left. You still didn’t even understand why he had ended things, only that he clearly hadn’t felt as strongly as you did about him.

There was another chirp that had you sighing and grabbing for your phone. You had to deal with it, or he wouldn’t stop. That was Andy. You pulled up the messages anticipating at least a double text, but completely unprepared for all the messages he had sent you,

I know this is out of the blue, but I need to speak to you.

Are you too busy to talk now?

Please Honey, I need to talk to you.

It’s important.

Honey…

Of course, the man could double text you, but would refuse to supply what he actually wanted to speak to you about. You typed out several potential responses before deciding on something polite but to the point.

Andy, I can talk. What’s going on?

You didn’t have to wait long for Andy’s equally to the point response.

Can I call you?

You stared at the message for a moment. You knew you couldn’t hear his voice, it would take you right back to where you were. All those months ago when he broke your heart. All the hurt, and the anger, it would be right there.

As you debated what to say, your phone began to ring. The man had absolutely no patience. You stared at his name, and without thinking answered the phone.

“Hello…” You sat and waited for him to say his peace, how bad could it be.

”Honey, I’m sorry.” You shuddered as Andy’s voice came through the phone. You forgot how his deep timbre had always made you feel comforted, and safe, and warm. “How are you doing? I know I shouldn’t be…I don’t…Are you okay?”

You hesitated before you answered. Months ago you would’ve known exactly what to say to Andy to make him feel better. Now it felt like you were talking to a stranger. “I’m fine Andy. Why are you hammer messaging me?”

Andy chuckled lightly, and you smiled at the lilting notes. “You haven’t changed.” Your eye twitched at that comment. “I just, I needed to hear your voice, Honey.”

”So you messaged me repeatedly?” You could hear the annoyance in your tone, which meant that Andy could hear it ten times louder.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this…” Andy trailed off and sighed. You huffed and pulled the phone away from your ear for a moment so you could murmur your annoyance to yourself.

”Just say it Andy, why did you reach out? Why are we on the phone?” You pulled at the threads on the throw pillow under your arm.

“I miss you.”

You felt the air leave your lungs. You couldn’t have heard him right. He missed you? No, no he was dying, or broke, or literally anything else.

“You-what?” You spluttered out the only thought that came to your mind.

Andy chuckled nervously, “I miss you. I miss your smile, and your laugh. I miss the way your forehead pinches when you’re focused. I miss the way you would take care of me. The moment I ended things? I knew I had made a mistake, and so I told myself that it was kinder to you, to just move on.”

You sat there in silence, shocked at his sudden declarations. “Why, why did you end things? What happened? Andy, I loved you so much, and then out of nowhere you just up and ended things.”

You heard Andy sigh on the other end of the phone. You could picture him scrubbing his hand down his face and scratching at the beard hairs on his chin. His nervous habit. “I got scared, I think.” He chuckled again, “I know it’s not a good excuse…”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s a terrible excuse Andy. What scared you? That I loved you? That I wanted to be a part of your life? Please tell me, what exactly scared you so badly that you ended the best relationship I’ve ever had?”

You slapped a hand over your mouth. You hadn’t meant to let all of that out.

There was a long drawn out silence. “I think it was how strongly I felt about you. I was…scared of what that meant. Before I met you I thought I knew what love was. I was sure I had felt it. But once that feeling truly hit me? I couldn’t actually function.” Andy sighed again, “This isn’t coming out right.”

You took another long pull off of your bottle of wine. You let Andy’s words roll over in your mind. Could he actually be telling the truth? His love for you was so strong that he got scared. It just didn’t seem right, there was something else, there had to be.

“So what you’re saying is, our love was too much for you?” Your tone rang with annoyance and a little bit of desperation. You remembered any time you had tried to get something out of Andy that he didn’t want to tell you, how carefully you’d have to tread, otherwise he would shut down. As much as you wanted to tell him off, end the call and block his number forever. There was still a part of you that needed to know the real reason, so before Andy could respond you continued. “Andy, as much as I love this game of cat and mouse we’re playing, where it’s like pulling teeth to get information out of you,” You heard him softly chuckle on the other end of the line, “I just need the truth, maybe it will hurt me, maybe it won’t but I need it.”

There was a long silence on the line. Although it made you nervous and want to say something to fill it, you sat and sipped on your slowly warming wine while you waited for his response. Your bluntness would have one of two effects: either he would fold and tell you what you wanted, no needed to know, or he would shut down and it would be months, if ever, before you heard from him again.

His heavy sigh preceded his response, “You’re right, and wrong.” He paused as if he was gathering his thoughts. “It is true that the feeling of love between us scared me, but it’s also that it scared me so much that…”

”That what?” You knew what he was going to say, felt it deep within your soul. Your heart was about to be broken by Andy Barber once again, and what was worse, you had practically asked him to do it this time.

”I slept with someone else. It only happened once, but it was before I ended things.”

“I see.” It was all you could get out. You could feel the twisting in your chest again, the anger burning behind your eyes, the tears welling and choking you with their strength.

”I’m so sorry Honey. As soon as it was over I knew I had fucked up. But I also knew if that I couldn’t be with you still, it wasn’t fair to you.” You could hear the pleading in his voice, and it only made the anger burn stronger. Like his words had lit a match and poured kerosene over top.

“So you called me now, to…what? Make yourself feel better?” Your breathing was hard, almost panting in your anger.

”I don’t know why I’m calling. I just know that I’ve regretted that decision ever since. I miss what you brought to my life: the pure joy, the love I could feel down to my core.” Andy’s voice was strained. It was only then that you realized he was crying.

”Are you drunk Andy?” It was the only time you had ever seen him cry, when he had one too many with the boys after work.

”No, I swear. I promise Honey, I haven’t had a drink tonight.”

You took another sip of wine. Contemplating the truth in Andy’s words, the burn of his betrayal. This was just too much.

“Well I’m glad you’ve finally told me the truth Andy. Even if it is months later.” You hugged your throw pillow to your chest as you prepared yourself to say the words that you knew would hurt him as much as they would hurt you. “I can’t forgive you, for any of it. Please, just leave me alone.”

Before you could second guess your decision, you hung up the phone. You stared blankly at the TV screen, not even remembering what you had put on in the first place. What shook you from your reverie was a dull thud from your door. Like someone had just planted their forehead against it.

You stood and quickly crossed the room to check what the noise was. It was only once your hand was on the handle you knew: Andy. You unlocked the door, and twisted the handle slowly, knowing the man who had destroyed you not once, but twice was standing on the other side.

When your eyes connected with his, you could feel all of the love, joy and affection come flooding back. It took everything within you to not jump into his arms and sob until you had nothing left. Instead you gripped the doorframe like it was the only thing holding you up.

”Honey…” Andy’s voice was just above a whisper, so quiet that you weren’t even sure you heard it. His hands reached out and thumbed at the tears quietly streaming down your face. “Oh Honey, I’m so sorry.”

With that he pulled you against his chest. You could smell the high end cologne he wore to work, and the underlying scent of pure Andy. The warmth of his chest and his arms wrapping around your back had you losing all control. You sobbed with abandon into his neck, no words leaving your lips. Andy scooped you up and walked you both into your apartment. Using his foot to shut the door behind him.

He sat down on your couch, with you tucked against his chest and began murmuring quietly to you. You couldn’t make out most of it, but did catch the odd word. “Shh Honey.” “I know, I’m so sorry.” “Just let it out, okay?”

When you finally felt like you could cry no more, you pulled your face from Andy’s neck. You could feel how swollen your eyes were, in fact your whole face felt puffy. “I still don’t forgive you.”

Andy let out a full belly laugh at your meekly spoken words. To which you glared at him and crossed your arms across your chest.

”Okay, okay.” He wheezed in a breath, “I’m sorry Honey. Please just give me a chance to make it up to you. Even if that means I don’t get to feel your love again, let me just try to make this right.”

You reached out and stroked his cheek. Feeling his soft skin contrast with the roughness of his beard. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, see the grayness of his skin. “I need time Andy.”

He sighed, and let his eyes flutter shut. “Of course Honey, whatever you need.”

You reluctantly stood from his embrace, “Please leave Andy, I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

He nodded solemnly. Andy stood, he moved to hug you, but you took a few steps out of his reach. He nodded again before heading for the door.

”Honey?” His back was still to you.

”Yeah?”

”I still love you, more than anything. And I promise to do everything I can to show you that.”

”Andy, maybe we should both promise not to promise anymore.”

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Jaskier did not shiw his ankles?! 😲😲 The audacity, the indecorum!!

Geralt trying to be respectful but there's only so much a man can take

People call Geralt old fashioned, as if just because he’s nearly a century old he doesn’t understand modern sensibilities. But that’s not it. He understands perfectly well that the world changes, but he still thinks there’s some value in a certain sense of decorum.

Jaskier, however, has no decorum whatsoever.

As if it wasn’t bad enough that he goes around with his doublet undone, showing off a lacy undershirt beneath – because that’s the fashion now, apparently, and young people these days have no problem with that sort of thing – there are even times when he removes his doublet entirely, leaving Geralt to deal with a lot of billowy shirtsleeves and uncomfortably transparent fabric.

It’s hard not to look, okay, when there’s all of… that on display. (Broad shoulders, the firm swell of his chest muscles, a tangling of dark hair that you want to dig you fingers into -)

It’s even worse when Jaskier choose to roll his sleeves up past his elbows (revealing the soft, pale skin of his forearms which aches to be kissed). Worse still when Jaskier continues to gesture wildly as he talks, hands flicking back and forth in Geralt’s field of view, constantly flitting distractions of skin and joints and blue veins barely visible.

Geralt steels himself. It’s just Jaskier being Jaskier. It doesn’t mean anything. He ought to be ashamed of his… blatant ogling. It’s unbecoming of a man his age.

“… Geralt? are you listening?” Jaskier snaps his fingers in front of Geralt’s face and his attention is caught by the delicate lines of his wrist, the scent of lavender emanating from his pulse point, the faint, faint sound of blood throbbing beneath the skin.

He schools his face into a carefully neutral frown. “Hmm,” he says, hoping that will induce Jaskier to drop it.

Jaskier narrows his eyes but says nothing, soon distracted by throwing himself onto the room’s single bed. “My feet are killing me,” he complains, one hand pressed to his forehead dramatically. “And it’s all your fault for making me walk everywhere.”

Geralt averts his eyes as Jaskier removes his boots and peels off his socks, damn him. Some things were not meant to be done in company.

Jaskier thrusts one foot toward Geralt and wiggles his toes. “Give me a foot rub?” he says, as if that was something you casually asked your friends to do.

Geralt makes the mistake of glancing over and is greeted by not only the elegant arch of his foot, but also a shapely, fine-boned ankle and the soft, inviting swell of a calf.

He feels light headed. His heart is pounding. This is beyond the pale, even for Jaskier. His ankle is right there. It’s indecent. It’s scandalous. It’s downright shameful.

Geralt commits the sight to memory for… later consideration.

“Come on,” Jaskier wheedles. “Help a fellow traveller out. I’ll call for a bath and we can share the tub while you massage my toes.”

The… the audacity. The impropriety. The blood is roaring in his ears. He thinks he might faint.

He sets his face into his most intimidating grimace and growls, “Fuck off, bard.”

Jaskier just laughs, high and light. “Oh, Geralt, you really are too much fun.”

Geralt pouts. He doesn’t see what’s so damn funny.

Everyone always wants to talk about Hook or Pan. Everyone always wants to debate which one is good and which is evil - who we’re supposed to follow and who we aren’t. The Peter Pan mythos has pretty much shrunk down to nothing but Hook and Pan (Hook, SyFy’s Neverland, Pan, OUAT, etc). Occasionally Tinkerbell factors in (Hook, Disney’s Tinkerbell, OUAT, etc). There’s one character, however, that always gets sidelined - which is puzzling since they are the main character of both the play and the book. That character is, of course, Wendy Darling.

Peter Pan is Wendy’s coming of age story. Wendy who decides to run away from home. Wendy who realizes that she must grow up - and that there’s no shame in that. Wendy who sees Peter as deficient and sees Hook as empty and decides that, no, she doesn’t want to be a part of that. Wendy gets the adventure she’s always wanted and she turns away because she realizes that it’s lacking. She’s the only one who truly sees the hollowness of being young forever. Barrie even says “You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than other girls.”

People always debate on who the hero is. When they learn that Peter could be horrid they assume it has to be Hook. Of course, the answer is that neither of them are the hero. Wendy is the hero of the story. You’re not supposed to be like Peter, who kept every good and bad aspects of being a child and can’t tell right from wrong. You’re not supposed to be Hook, either. He let go of everything childish and loving about him and became bitter and evil. They’re both the extreme ends of the scale. You’re supposed to fall in the middle, to hold onto the things about childhood that make it beautiful - the wonder, the imagination, the innocence - while still growing up and learning morality and responsibility. You’re not supposed to be Hook. You’re not supposed to be Peter Pan.

You’re supposed to be Wendy Darling. 

READ. EVERY. WORD. OF. THIS. Account of a medical team out in St. Paul last night.

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Where can I order a Jake for me?

Never Have I Ever…

Pairings: Jake Jensen x female reader (not My Best Friend, Jensen verse)

Warnings: explicit sexual content- oral (female receiving), explicit language, talk of past inadequate lovers, asshole ex-boyfriend, a dash of angst, pinning, pussy worship kink (is that a thing?) praise kink, implied smut, Jake being the fictional boyfriend we all deserve (18+)

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: this is not JJ x sunshine from My Best Friend, Jensen.

This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

'But like... never?' Jake asked, squinting in disbelief, ‘never?’

'Um... no' you shrugged, embarrassed at your admission, 'can you hand me that folder?'

You had been paired with Jensen for a huge project at work and had gotten to know him over the past few months. You'd even consider him a friend at this point. And it was a good thing, since you were now sitting cross-legged on the floor of your office, folders spread all around you as you spilled-your-guts to him about the most embarrassing part of your love life. Or lack of love life to be exact.

'OK... so like some guys can't find the g-spot... with their...' Jake cleared his throat and cocked his head slightly down towards his lap, 'but not even with his fingers or tongue?'

'I don't know...' you said, face burning with embarrassment as you tried to hide behind a folder.

'You don't know?' Jake asked, going silent while he processed your words, 'wait... did he ever go down on you?'

You were silent, chewing at your bottom lip, pretending to run the numbers again as you avoided his question. Your gut turning painfully as you worked to keep your breathing steady. This was a mistake.

'Y/N?' Jake's voice was raised in disbelief, leaning over to catch your gaze, 'hey?' His voice softened, the concern in his tone made your heart ache.

'It's not a big deal, Jake' you tried to brush it off like it didn't bother you. It's what you always told yourself at least. But deep down you knew you were lying. And something told you Jake did too.

'Not a big deal?' He choked, 'your dumbass ex boyfriend never gave you an orgasm... never tasted you and you're trying to tell me that's not a big deal?'

'Tasted me?' You squeaked, you could feel the heat wash over your face in waves, the warmth reaching your ears.

'Hell yeah, tasted you' he said from his chest, 'I love tasting the woman I'm with... laying her out, spending as much time as I can between her sweet thighs, making ‘em tremble, making her scream my name. It gets me so fuckin' hard.'

'Oooh' you managed a shaky breath as you felt an ache build deep in your belly. An ache that was too deep to reach with your fingers or your vibrator. You whimpered when Jake looked up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips.

'It really is one of my favorite things about being with a woman' he continued, as you eyes flickered to his lips, discreetly pressing your thighs together for some much needed relief. You shifted in your work-appropriate sundress, bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you hung on his every word.

'It's intimate and soft and beautiful... making a woman fall apart in your mouth' he said, his voice low and warm as you squirmed, arousal pooling in your panties.

'It's my fault, really' you offered, absentmindedly, still staring at that perfect-pink-pout, 'the ex always said I couldn't relax enough t-to cum.'

'What? Oh, fucking come on' Jake practically snarled, rolling his eyes and punching the floor as he leaned back against the base of your cushioned arm chair, his head hitting it with a soft thud.

Jake's reaction made you startle as your thoughts were pulled back to your work project and the time.

'Yeah... well' you coughed, clearing your throat uncomfortably, 'maybe if we ever finish this project I'll loosen up enough to meet a guy...'

'That's bullshit' Jake grumbled, 'please tell me you know that's bullshit' his glasses were off and he was pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing his tired eyes in frustration.

'Y/N...' he sighed, putting his glasses back on and giving you an incredulous look, 'this has nothing to do with you...'

'You don't know that' you said, eyes prickling with tears as you busied yourself with putting papers back in folders and started stacking them neatly beside you. It was well past time to call it a night.

'I do' he sighed, leaning his elbow on the seat of your chair as he angled his long lean body towards yours, 'that asshat shoulda been working to relax you... you know… get your pussy ready so he can take you apart over and over... and over' he emphasized, suggestively.

'Well there was never even one over... so there couldn't be multiple overs...' you snorted, 'um... remind me why you're single again?' You teased.

'Why are you?' He shot back, but his voice didn't have his usual playfulness to it.

'I told you... frigid bitch' you smirked, your self deprecating sense of humor usually earning you at least a pity chuckle from Jake, but this time he remained stoic, unspoken emotion burning in his eyes.

Jake took a deep steadying breath, his jaw clicking as he smoldered with an emotion you hadn't seen from him before... Anger.

Jake was angry. He was fuming in fact. And for the first time since you had started working on this project, you wanted to be anywhere else then with him.

You finished stacking the rest of the folders with no help from Jake, leaning on all fours to reach the ones farthest from you. You swear you heard a low rumble in his chest when you leaned just over him.

'Well... um... I'll see you tomorrow' you stumbled over awkward words as Jake pushed off the floor, rising slowly to his feet. It was the first time you realized just how much taller he was then you.

He still hadn't said a word, was just glowering down at you with a smolder that made a tingle snake up your spine, your heart hammered against your rib cage. You shifted uncomfortably, the slick in your panties making your thighs stick together under your dress.

'Y/N' Jake growled your name as you moved to get up, he offered you a hand and you accepted, tired legs wobbling a little, regaining your balance as you smoothed your hands down the length of your dress, a nervous habit.

'I'm sorry... I...' you began, but Jake was pulling you into his chest as he ducked down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as if he needed you to breath. His large hands tentatively framing your face, his action a contrast to the burning need he felt for you. You leaned into the kiss, needing him just as much as he needed you.

'I wanna taste you' his voice was low as he took the time to explore your mouth, sitting down and pulling you, still standing, between his thighs.

You nodded against his lips, carding your hands through his hair as your tongue swept into his mouth. Jake groaned, gripping at your soft curves before his hands smoothed down your hips. Your breath hitched when his warm fingers cradled one of your knees, gently opening you up.

Jake pressed his forehead to your belly, shivering you could feel the warmth of his kisses chaining over the fabric that covered your thighs. Your hands went to his broad shoulders as his fingertips softly traced up your bare legs. You held your breath when his finger hooked into the string waistband of your panties resting low on your hips.

'This OK?' He asked, staring up at you, the cool blue of his eyes dancing with desire.

You bit your bottom lip, nodding your answer as your entire body trembled with anticipation.

'Need ya to use your words, pretty' he goaded, 'been waitin’ so long to taste you... fuck, can't tell you how many nights I left here rock-hard just dreaming about this sweet cunt on my tongue' he has tugging your panties down your legs as a breathy yes was pulled from your throat, a chant on your lips.

Jake groaned when he got your panties off your body, stuffing the delicate ruined fabric in his back pocket.

'Smell even sweeter then I imagined' he hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to your cloth covered clit, pausing there to inhale your scent.

You whimpered, impatiently, wiggling your hips and grinding up into his face, seeking any sort of relief for your swollen bundle if nerves.

'Still not a big deal, baby?' He teased as a sob escaped your lips, you trembled, knees weak as you fought the urge to collapse.

'Shhhhhh' Jake cooed, 'I got you, pretty' he smiled softly, removing his glasses and tossing them to the side table before taking the hem of your sundress and bunching it up to your waist, he hooked your leg behind the knee and slowly brought it up over his shoulder, never breaking eye contact with you as he gave you time to adjust to your new position. He didn't even flinch when your nails dug into the meat of his broad shoulders, trying to steady yourself.

'Gonna show you just how much of a treat you are' his words came in hot puffs over your mound as you stared down at him, body tense with nerves.

Jake's nose ran up the length of your folds before diving right in, sucking your pearl into his mouth in a messy kiss that stole the breath from your lungs.

‘Fuck, taste so good’ he hummed his appreciation, a man starved.

The chorus of moans Jake was pulling from you was heaven to his ears. They started soft and timid as you rocked over his strong tongue but soon enough you were grinding into him, needing more.

'Oh, god, Jake' you gasped, 'please....please' you whined, not even sure what you were pleading for until he speared into your center, fucking you with his thick tongue.

Your body jolted forward, catching yourself on the back of the chair when he added a finger to where his tongue was fucking into you. Jake groaned possessively as his finger curled into your spongey walls and hooked into a spot that made you see stars.

'Fuck, Jake' you choked, squirming as the pressure in your belly built hot and heavy.

'Come on, pretty' Jake praised, 'doing so good for me' he said, licking a thick strip up your folds as he palmed his impossibly hard cock.

'I can't' you whined, overwhelming pleasure flooding your senses. You gasped when he took handfuls of your ass, rocking your hips into his mouth as he sucked your pearl with a harsh flick of his tongue.

You sobbed when the coil in your belly snapped, unraveling as a warmth washed over your entire body and you collapsed into Jake's chest utterly sated as your heart kicked against your rib cage.

Jake pressed his wet lips to your dewy crown, smirking when he noticed the tear stains streaking your cheeks. You were completely wrecked in the prettiest way possible.

'You wanna see what real pleasure tastes like?' He murmured against your temple, gripping your ankle and shifting you until you were straddling his lap.

'Yes' you panted as he crashed his lips to yours, the tang of your arousal still on his tongue as you felt his heavy length press against your sensitive mound, making you cry out.

You groaned, breaking the kiss too soon as you pressed your forehead to his, suddenly feeling self conscious.

So... that's cumming?’ you whispered against his lips, the corners of your mouth curling into a shy smile.

'Oh, pretty' his laugh was warm, 'that’s just a taste…wait until you're making a mess on my cock.'

You whimpered, pressing a hard kiss to his lips before pulling back and helping him with his glasses.

‘That’s better’ he smiled up at you, ‘hi, pretty girl’ Jake said.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck, butterflies fluttering in your chest. You sighed, tired and happy as you lazily ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, ducking down for a soft, shy kiss.

‘Thank you’ you whispered, suddenly feeling the weight of every asshole you ever dated all at once.

‘Hey, it’s OK’ he soothed, ‘you did so good, baby… so good’ he smiled caressing your cheek as he wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

‘Can I…’ he started and stopped, ‘can I make you cum again?’ he asked, ‘I'll take you out to dinner first' he offered, flashing you his boyish grin.

‘Why wait for dinner’ you sniffled, smiling down at him with a soft giggle as he wrapped his big arms around you, pulling you into the first of many filthy kisses.

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really want to get fucked in missionary so he can put his forehead against mine and make eye contact while he thrusts in fast and pulls out slow, mouths only an inch apart, breathing heavily, reaching so deep that i can feel him in my lungs—

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