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housewarming // jey uso x plussize!reader ღ

ღ pairings: jey uso x plus size!reader, jey uso x black fem!reader

ღ summary: you just bought your first home. and your best friends think you need someone to break it in with.

ღ warnings: 18+ only, mdni, nsfw, softdom!jey, smut, unprotected sex, profanity, alcohol use, drunk sex, mention of sex toys, mention of lube, fingering, spanking, p in v, creampie, friends to lovers

ღ word count: 6,233

author’s note: this is my first time finishing anything in a very long time. and my first time writing smut in years. please be gentle with me, i’m re-learning everything. lmao

“this is so nice, girl. i’m so proud of you.” your friend lyla said to you, referring to the new house you both were standing in. it was your first home purchase, and boy was it a big girl one. you decided to stick it out with apartment living until you could afford the closest thing to your dream home. with 4 bedrooms, three baths, a fully finished basement and a kitchen snatched out of a home magazine, you figured you’d done pretty well for yourself.

“thank you. even with being settled in, it still feels so surreal, ya know. this is my space to do whatever i want with.”

“and whatever you want in it with whoever you want in you.” she let out a laugh after speaking and you smiled while rolling your eyes in response. you both took a seat on the couch, you in the corner of your sectional with her to the right of you, as you continued to talk.

“girl, i am not thinking about that right now.”

“why not? it’s the best time. you have a great career, a nice car, and a beautiful home. having someone to share it with is the last step for you.” before you could respond, your doorbell rang.

“that’s jey.” you said, moving to stand from the couch.

“jey? i didn’t know he was in town.” lyla leaned back slightly, giving you a look that could only mean trouble coming from her. you decided to overlook it.

“he has a show here on monday. flew in early to see the house.” you left the living room and walked down the short hallway past the dining room to your front door, making sure jey was on the other side of it before opening it.

as soon as he came into view, his lips curved into that smile that you knew and adored so much.

“my favorite girl.” he used his left arm to pull you into a tight hug, making the gift in his other arm apparent to you. “congratulations on the new house. this is from me and the fam. mostly from me, though.” he pushed the basket towards you as you smiled. you accepted it, looking over what was inside of it as he grabbed his suitcase and stepped inside the house. he made sure to lock the door behind him. inside the basket was champagne, two glasses, your favorite candle from bath and body works, flowers and another bottle with a label that you couldn’t make out.

“aw, thank you, jey. that’s so sweet.”

“of course. i couldn’t show up empty-handed.”

“i appreciate it. c’mon, lyla’s in the living room.” you led the way back into your living room with jey not far behind, his eyes glued to you instead of the new house he was in.

you sat your basket of goodies down next to the gift layla had brought you, an unconventional housewarming basket of her own. luckily, she buried the more adult items behind the bottle of wine and home decor items she picked out for you. you scooted back to the corner of your sectional, leaving more than enough room for jey to sit on the couch to the left of you.

“hello, jey. how you been?” lyla asked him. his gaze shifted from you to her as he sat down.

“you know me, i’m good as long as my people good. how about you?”

“i’ve been good. just proud of our bestie and everything she’s done all by herself. i told her that maybe it’s time for her to focus on finding someone to share it with.” jey glanced at you as you playfully rolled your eyes, not really wanting to talk about the next thing while you were still celebrating the now. he picked up on it, his eyes shifting back to lyla before he responded.

“well i’ll be here whenever i’m in town. she can share it with me.”

“then she’ll never be able to bring a guy back here.” lyla pointed out, smirking at jey when you couldn’t see. he smirked back in her direction as he leaned deeper into the couch, shrugging as they had their own little silent communication about something that you were completely unaware of.

the three of you sat in your living room talking for about a hour. well, you and lyla did. you had turned on friday night smackdown so jey could keep up with whatever his brother, jimmy, was doing tonight. but he was too preoccupied with looking at you. watching your mouth when you spoke, your eyes as you laughed, your hand when you placed it down on the couch just inches away from his thigh, and your plump ass whenever you’d get up slightly to shift to another position on the couch. you’d always been fidgety when staying in one spot for too long, but your friends didn’t mind. they were used to it. it gave jey more of a chance to see all of you, anyway. there wasn’t an inch of your body that his hooded eyes hadn’t been roaming over as he sat back, comfy on your couch. and you had no idea, but lyla knew. she always knew.

“well, i better get going. it’s date night with the hubby.” lyla announced, grabbing her purse and draping it over her shoulder as she stood. you stood up as well, taking jey’s gaze with you.

“i’ll walk you to the door.” you spoke, scooting past jey and making your way out of the room without a second thought.

“bye jey. don’t drool too much on the new couch, okay.” lyla was just out of earshot for you as she teased jey. he gave her one of those dreamy smiles, like he had been in a daze before she spoke to him. they shared a quiet laugh.

“goodnight, lyla.” he responded.

“mhm. don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” like waste a night alone with a girl as great as our best friend is what she was thinking. he nodded as she left the room, knowing exactly what lyla would do from all of the stories you shared with him over the years and made him promise not to tell.

a few minutes later, you were back in the living room, in your previous spot. jey was now engrossed in what you thought was his phone. he was actually mindlessly scrolling as he contemplated his next move for the night.

he was insanely attracted to you. had always been attracted to you. before he even knew your name, he was certain of one thing and that is the fact that you are fine as hell. pretty, thick, and carried yourself with such class in a laid back way. you knew what you wanted and what you were too good for, but you weren’t snobby or stuck-up about it. and that just attracted him to you more.

regardless of the attraction, he really did come into your friendship innocently. he had no intentions of ever stepping over that line with you. but as he spent time with you over the years, in both public and intimate spaces, you peeled your layers back for him and showed him the person you are at your core. the more he learned about you, the more he found himself wanting to learn more about you, and his feelings just grew deeper over time.

now he was in too deep and trying to figure out how to stay above shore.. or drag you down to the bottom of the ocean with him.

“you want to get a drink and listen to some music?” the sound of your voice snapped jey out of his thoughts.

“yeah.. what you got?”

“c’mon, i’ll show you.” you stood from your spot and scooted past jey as he allowed his eyes to fall on your backside once again. he really couldn’t help himself.

he stood to follow you to your connected kitchen, past the massive marble island in the middle of the room to your walk-in pantry. you flipped the light switch and turned to the right of the room, causing jey to do the same to look at your small collection of alcohol.

“damn, girl! you got some of everything.” you laughed at his outburst as he reached over you to get a better look at the bottles that were stacked in front of one another in a section of your pantry. you took notice of the heat that was radiating from his body and his large hand that sat gently on the small of your back as he leaned in closer.

you had never said this out loud, but jey is probably the sexiest man you knew. have ever known, honestly. and definitely the closest male friend that you’ve had. he’s the only man that even dares to get as close to you as he does, or put his hands as confidently on your body as he does. and you allowed it because, again, he’s the sexiest man you knew. and as someone who has been single for the better part of the last four years, sometimes you got a little touch starved and jey unknowingly helped you with that whenever he visited.

“i see you got cody’s in here.” he wrapped his other hand around the unopened bottle of wheatley’s that cody sent you as a housewarming gift. “let’s crack that open.” he reluctantly backed away from you and walked back into the kitchen, sitting the bottle on the island as you followed him.

“you know i’m a tequila girl, but cody was nice enough to send it so i’ll try it out.” your statement made jey’s eyebrows furrow and his lips stretch into a frown.

“he sent it? how the fuck he get your address?” you could tell by his tone that he was clearly surprised and probably a bit confused at cody not just asking him for your info. he’s the reason that cody even knew that you bought a house, and the reason you two even met at all.

“he slid in my dm’s and asked me to email my info to his team.” you replied, giggling at jey’s quick side eye to you.

“yeah and the email better be all he got- you got shot glasses?” you turned on your heels to open a cabinet behind you, grabbing two shot glasses and rinsing them out before sitting them in front of jey. he was already twisting the top off the bottle of vodka when you did.

“and what if he got more than that?” you asked. jey continued to pour two shots for the both of you.

“then brandi gon’ whoop yo’ ass, and i’mma whoop cody ass and everybody gon’ be getting they ass whooped.” you laughed out loud as you leaned into jey’s arm, making him laugh as well. it was this moment that made you realize how much you had missed him these past couple of months. texts and facetime calls just weren’t enough when it came to your best friend. you needed to see him in the flesh and feel the warmth of both his body and his company.

he grabbed one of the shot glasses, which prompted you to do the same. the two of you turned slightly to face each other and clinked your glasses together before downing both shots. you had closed your eyes and braced yourself for the harsh burn you’d known vodka to have, but it was surprisingly smooth. yeah, you still felt the warmth of the liquid travel down your throat and into your chest, but it wasn’t bad. good job, cody.

when you opened your eyes, jey was already looking at you.

“that wasn’t bad.” you spoke, breaking the silence.

“yeah, his brand is pretty good.” he sat his shot glass down before walking over to your fridge and pulling the doors open.

“okay, rude. why are you in my fridge?”

“because i know you well enough to know you stay stocked with pineapple and orange juice- oh shit! you got my minute maid flavor?” jey’s face had lit up like a kid in the candy store seeing the carton in the fridge with his picture on it.

“yeah, i got the last three at walmart. it took forever to find, you’re selling out everywhere.”

jey grabbed the carton and sat it on the island before closing the fridge. he walked to your cabinet and grabbed two regular drinking glasses before rinsing them and sitting them next to the vodka.

“and now you’re dirtying up my dishes. worst housewarming guest ever.” you said, jokingly.

“why, cause i know how to break in a house? just trust me, mama.” he poured two shots of vodka into the first glass and your eyes damn near popped out of your head.

“two shots is crazy, jey. we just had one already!” you exclaimed. getting drunk tonight was not in your plans.

“it’s friday. the fuck you gotta do tomorrow?” he asked while repeating the same steps in the other glass before topping it off with his tropical juice flavor.

“well i was planning on waking up without a hangover.” you replied, smartly.

“we’ll order some food, you’ll be aight.” he was already putting the juice and vodka back in their respective spots, leaving you to put the shot glasses in the sink.

“order food? um, are you paying? cause i just bought a house and my pockets are a lil tight.” he rolled his eyes as he grabbed both glasses of the homemade drink he came up with.

“yeah, im paying. it ain’t like you ever do.” he left the kitchen and walked back to your living room to take his previous spot, sitting the glasses on the coasters on your coffee table. without hesitating, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and gave it to you so you. he always let you pick the food when you were together. it really didn’t matter to him what he ate as long as you were happy with it. he would only choose for you if you were one of your “i don’t know what to eat” moods. and he always paid, without a second thought. you don’t know when was the last time you fake offered to pay for food when he was involved.

you settled on chinese food, ordering from a place that you both loved in the past. jey had been watching you while you did the entire process, mesmerized at how the soft glow of his phone seemed to only highlight your beauty in the now dark living room. you turned to give him the phone back and caught him staring this time. your lips curved into a small smile. it’s not like you didn’t notice him watching you sometimes. with being plus size for your entire life, it was hard to not feel someone’s gaze on you. you were used to being the center of attention, whether it be for negative or positive reasons. but having that experience also made it easier to overlook when it happens and go about your day anyway. and you definitely overlooked jey’s gaze most of the time out of habit. he didn’t mind. he liked stealing glances at you whenever he could without having to explain why.

“i want to make a toast.” jey tore his eyes away from yours and leaned forward to grab both glasses, handing one to you. you swirled it around as best as you could without spilling it because he did not mix the vodka in like you preferred. he’s in for a surprise when he reaches the bottom of his glass.

he turned to face you on the couch, hooking his arm around yours like you two were a newly married couple. he smiled very proudly at himself and you giggled at his silliness.

“i’m proud of you, babygirl. you amaze me with how much you accomplish all by yourself. you never complain, and you never ask for anything, even though you deserve the world. and any man would be lucky to have the opportunity to give it to you... cheers to your new home. and every new beginning.” your heart swells at jey’s words, his gaze never faltering away from your own as he spoke. you both took a sip from your glasses, arms entangled and faces inches apart from each other.

the pleasant taste of the tropical juice was the perfect balance to the vodka, making the drink much tastier than you expected. jey’s face was still sitting so close to yours that you could feel his breath as he looked at you. and, for a moment, you let your mind wander to imagine what else of his could taste good—

“did lyla get you a basket too?” it wasn’t until you heard his voice that you’d realized he was no longer entangled with you or even facing you. he was now leaning over with his drink on the table, as he grabbed the housewarming basket that your other best friend gave you today.

“oh, um, there’s some.. interesting things in there.” you tried to warn. it was too late, seeing as the first thing he pulled out after reaching into the basket was a pair of red lace panties. he used both hands to spread them apart, causing you to reach over and snatch them from his hands.

“okay, don’t get too nosy.” you told him.

“what kinda freaky shit y’all got going on? lingerie in a housewarming basket?”

“she’s really serious about me ‘breaking in’ the house with someone. there’s a whole vibrator and a rose toy in there.” you almost whispered the latter to him, still feeling a bit embarrassed about it. you didn’t know why, you’re both grown, but you’d be lying if you said your cheeks didn’t heat up when jey pulled those panties out of the basket.

“no lube? good thing i was thinking about you, then.” he said, sitting the basket back on the table. your eyebrows furrowed as his statement registered. then you remembered the small purple bottle with words that you couldn’t make out earlier. you sat your glass down to grab it from the basket and bring the small bottle up to your face to scan the label. the words ‘water based lubricant’ in white ink was on the front.

“i don’t know what y’all horny asses got going on, but i am not your personal sex experiment.” you said, chuckling before placing the bottle back where it came from.

“we just want you to get the most out of your new home, baby. you deserve it.” he responded.

“and i appreciate it, but i don’t even know who i would wear or use any of this stuff with.” you told him, honestly. jey bit his lip as he hesitated to respond, the liquor in his system going ‘fuck it’ as he decided to press the issue.

“who do you want to use it with, mama?” his gaze stayed steady on you when he asked. he was leaning back on the couch again, glass back in his hand as he took a long sip of his drink. his tongue slipped through his lips to lick up any extra that was left there. his eyes were hooded, like he was already drunk, but you doubted that was actually the case in this moment.

“i-i’m not dating anyone right now.” you admitted.

“who said you had to be dating them?” his words hung in the air as you looked at each other. you didn’t know what to say to his question as you were suddenly very aware of the possible implications behind it and the tension that was present between you two now. you wondered if he felt it, too.

little did you know, he always felt it. he was just waiting for you to catch on.

“um, do you want a tour of the house?” you stood before he was able to answer. he followed you as you exited the living room area and walked to each room on the main floor. he paused to pick up your food order from the front porch and drop it off in the kitchen before you showed him the basement.

both of you had been sipping your drinks as you walked from room to room, feeling yourself fall more under the influence with each step. you explained to jey what your vision was for each room, and which room would be “his” when he visited. because you knew he’d be over a lot, just like he was when you lived in your two bedroom apartment. he seemed to really love the house, admiring the fixtures and the amount of space in each room.

but the tour didn’t provide a big enough distraction for you. jey’s toast still rang in your head, his heartfelt words working with the liquor in your body to soften you up. and each time you brushed his arm or he gripped your waist to keep you steady, it just added to the heat that was now pooling between your legs. you weren’t sure what had gotten into you, but you were definitely blaming cody’s vodka.

“damn, and you got a king bed now?! that lil queen bed in my room ain’t nothing compared to this. i gotta try it out.” you held up your free hand to jey’s chest, stopping him in his pursuit of your bed. he hadn’t even given you a chance to flip the light on before attempting to hop into it. the soft light of the night sky coming in through the window was the only thing illuminating the room enough for you to see him.

“not with your airplane clothes on. you can try it out later.” you told him. he kissed his teeth, setting his now empty glass on your nightstand before stripping until he was in nothing but his grey briefs. of course they were grey. he walked back to you, leaving minimal space between you as he looked down into your eyes like he always does, holding his arms out slightly at his sides like he was asking for approval.

“this good enough, mama? or i gotta take these off too—“

“that’s fine, jey.” you blurted out, knowing he was drunk enough to actually strip butt naked just to lay in your bed.

he chuckled at your outburst before he climbed into your bed, melting into the mountain of pillows and blankets that you loved to have. it took everything in you not to let your eyes roam over his body when he closed his eyes and couldn’t see you taking in his almost nude frame or the print in his thin briefs.

“you just gonna stand there? or you gonna lay down with me.” he asked, now with hooded eyes open as he stretched out an arm to create a space for you. you downed the rest of your drink before setting the glass next to his on your nightstand and climbing into your bed with him.

he wrapped his arm snug around you, gripping your thigh with his other hand to drape your leg over his waist. your breath hitched and you stiffened at the movement, making him rub your thigh in response, something he’s been known to do to soothe you.

“relax, mama. it’s just me.” his warm breath fanned your face, the scent of vodka and pineapple still lingering on his tongue. cuddling with jey isn’t something that was new to you, but cuddling with a near naked jey definitely was. especially when the alcohol in your system was making you hypersensitive to your senses. the warmth of his touch, scent of his cologne, and breath on your skin was all beginning to be too much. and to make matters worse, you could feel him getting harder by the second under your thigh, making you gasp. and jey definitely took notice.

“aren’t you hungry? don’t you want to go eat?” your attempts to do anything else but be in this bed with him were becoming desperate as the seconds passed.

“in a minute. let’s just lay together for a bit. i missed spending time with you.. did you miss me?” you looked up to see him staring down at you.

“you know i always miss you.” you told him truthfully.

“oh yeah? how much?” he inquired.

“i count down the days until i can see you again.”

“yeah? what you miss about me?” he asked, loving the thought of you thinking of him just as much as he thinks of you when he’s on the road.

“your jokes, your laugh, your company… your touch.”

“you like when i touch you?” you nodded, not trusting your voice in this moment. the hand that was rubbing your thigh traveled up slowly, almost like he was giving you the opportunity to stop him before he got to your ass, giving your left cheek a firm squeeze before he spanked you. something he’s wanted to do since the day he met you.

“jey..” what was meant to be apprehension came out as more of a moan. this only encouraged him to keep going while he had the opportunity. his next move was trailing his hand up your side to cup your jaw before bringing his lips to yours in a gentle but hungry kiss. you let yourself kiss back, granting his tongue’s entry into your mouth. you wanted to feel every part of this moment. every squeeze, every spank, every swirl of your tongues in each others’ mouths. even if you might regret it in the morning.

jey’s hand found its way back to your ass, squeezing it yet again and almost forcing you to moan into his mouth.

“you want me to keep touching you?” his hand was now inching around to the front of your pants, playing with the part of the elastic band that sat just under your belly. he was asking for permission, of course, but that’s not what made the butterflies at the bottom of your belly flutter so hard. it was the fact that he knew you wanted it because you would’ve stopped him a long time ago if you didn’t. he knew you too well to not realize that immediately. he just wanted to hear you say it.

“yes.” your voice was just a whisper but it was all he needed to reach behind the elastic band of your pants and slowly push his hand inside. he found your clit like it was second nature and teasingly rubbed it through the lace of your thong, causing you to let out a whimper that made his dick jump in his briefs. he slid his fingers into your panties, trailing two fingers up your folds to feel just how much he was affecting you. he groaned at your slickness drenching his fingers in mere seconds.

“fuck, baby. you this wet for me? i did that?” he asked. all you could do was nod, opening your legs a bit more in anticipation for what your body was begging him for. it was like he read your mind when he finally went back to your clit, rubbing it in small but firm circles and sending shocks of electricity down your spine. it’s been years since you’ve had anyone’s fingers but your own touching you in such intimate ways. you didn’t remember it feeling quite this good, but that’s probably because this is the first time it’s been jey’s fingers doing it for you.

the liquor had done its job in relaxing your mind so you wouldn’t overthink this moment. you knew it was wrong. or, at least, you knew it felt like it should be wrong. he’s your best friend and he’s always just been your best friend. no matter how attracted you were to him, you didn’t want that dynamic to be ruined. but you couldn’t deny that his touch was setting your body on fire and making you ache for more. he shifted to turn towards you and your body clung to his. you were like putty, shaping into whatever form he wanted you to take. your soft moans and heavy breathing filled the silence in the room as his eyes remained glued to you.

“why you never told me you wanted me to touch you like this? look at you, melting in my fuckin’ hands.” he spoke directly in your ear as his fingers sped up, chasing the build of your orgasm for you. your moans were getting louder the closer you got to the release that you were desperately needing. jey’s dick was hard as a rock just from hearing you make the sounds he’s prayed to hear from your lips for years now.

without warning, he slid his middle finger into your entrance, making you gasp. he damn near growled at how tightly you gripped his finger as it slid in and out of you, realizing that he definitely had to stretch you out if the two of you were going all the way tonight. and he was in no position to turn back unless you asked him to. but you already had no intentions of doing that now. in your mind, you had already crossed the line. so what would stopping do other than make you yearn for his dick even more?

his pace was becoming relentless as he curved two fingers inside of you to hit your g-spot and drive you absolutely crazy under his touch. your back arched as he hit it repeatedly. the overwhelming and almost unfamiliar feeling of pleasure made you grab his forearm to slow his movements. but his speed was steady. he wasn’t going to let up no matter how much you pushed it away. he loved seeing you unravel at his every movement.

“fuck, jey. i-“ you were panting like a dog in heat as you tried to get his attention.

“you what, baby?” his sultry voice was nothing but a distraction as he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit while he finger fucked you. your legs had fully fallen open by now and your nails were clawing his arm. you couldn’t control your moans as they left your mouth and you had no idea when you had closed your eyes, but you peeled them open just to meet jey’s gaze. his look of lust and admiration at the state you were in underneath him being enough to send you over the edge.

“oh fuuuucckk.” you moaned louder than you think you’ve ever moaned as your orgasm hit. you pulsed around jey’s fingers as he slowed down to ride out your high, only removing his fingers to get a taste of you by sucking his fingers clean.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to have you like this.” his admission was accompanied by him pulling your tank top down, making your full breasts spill out. you removed the straps from your arms and allowed the top to bunch around your waist and give him full access to your hardened nipples. he moved so that he was on top of you, his hands gliding up to grab both breasts and knead them like his life depended on it. he took one of your nipples into his mouth without a second thought, sucking and twirling his tongue around it before doing the same to the other one. your fingers were entangled in his curls as he devoured your breasts, treating them like they were his last meal. the moans falling from your lips sounding like praise to his ears.

he removed his mouth from your breast with a loud ‘pop’ and caressed your body, hands traveling down to show love and attention to every part of you. he caressed the parts of you that men in your past would often avoid, whether on purpose or subconsciously, like your round belly and rolls of fat that gathered at your sides. but jey wanted every inch of you to feel loved by his touch. this only made the need to feel him grow more as he sat up to slide your remaining clothing down your legs. he tossed the fabric to the floor once he discarded them, his patience wearing thin. he needed to feel you just as bad.

he pulled his briefs down after stripping you. and once you saw what he was working with, your breath caught in your throat. jey was so much bigger than any other guys you had been with. in length and width he was putting those other men to shame and you were worried that you couldn’t handle it. he chuckled when he saw your expression before moving back between your legs and kissing your forehead.

“relax, mama. i’ll take it slow.” you felt the tip of his dick between your folds, his hips rolling against yours to rub the length of his dick between them as he let out a guttural groan. his lips were back on yours, hungrier than before. his tongue exploring your mouth with no reservation as he continued to roll his hips between your legs. the sensation was almost agonizing as your center clenched, desperately wanting to be filled. you felt him align himself at your entrance and broke the kiss to let out another gasp at the pressure alone.

“jey, i don’t think it-“

“it’ll fit, baby. just relax for me.” he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, making you melt into him all over again. every part of your skin now hypersensitive to his touch and adding to the ecstasy of the moment. “i love you, mama. i would never hurt you. just open up for me, baby.” he said between kisses, sucks, licks, and bites to your neck. he slowly slid his dick into your entrance after, the stretch making you reach for his back to dig your nails into as you let out a borderline scream.

“breathe.” he instructed. and you tried to best to remember to. he took his time pushing every inch into you and giving you time to adjust before he bottomed out. he pulled out to repeat the process, only increasing his pace after he felt you taking him in more comfortably. quickly establishing a rhythm that had you wrapping your legs around his waist and singing his praises in loud moans that were music to his ears.

“oh, fuck jey.” you moaned. “you feel so good.” all remaining reservations that you had about this were out of the window as his hips rocked into yours with purpose. the pleasure of feeling him hit the deepest part of you over and over creating a knot in the pit of your stomach that was begging to burst. you briefly thought of the women he’s had flings with over the years, the ones who couldn’t seem to leave him alone when he wanted nothing to do with them. and especially the ones who couldn’t accept his friendship with you no matter how many times he said y’all were platonic. is this the dick he was giving them the whole time? now you finally understood what drove them all to madness.

“you gripping me like this pussy mine, baby. it’s mine? you mine?” he said through strained breaths, fighting the urge to let go too soon. you felt even better than he had imagined in his fantasies. you were tighter, wetter, softer, and your moans were more intoxicating. if he let himself fall under your spell too hard he knew he would bust early and ruin the moment.

“fuck, i-it’s yours. it’s y-yours. i’m yours, jey.” your response almost sent him over the edge, making him sit up and place his hands on the back of your thighs, bringing your knees to the sides your chest. he stretched you so wide that the new angle had you seeing stars rolling your eyes to the back of your head. he rolled his hips into yours so sloppily you could feel that his release was near and so was yours. the knot in your stomach wound tighter and tighter until you screamed his name at the burst, your pussy fluttering around his dick until he was emptying inside you. the sensation of his dick throbbing and pumping his fluids inside you only making the aftershock of your orgasm better.

he slowly slid out of you, hissing at the heightened sensitivity of his dick before laying beside you and pulling you close to him as you both caught your breath. you were on a high now that the vodka from earlier couldn’t even reach. you were spent, dazed and on a high from the way jey made you feel, but still completely ready for wherever this new experience would take you. cause there was no way in hell that it was ending here. not if you had anything to say about it.

“i could use that chinese food right about now.” he said into the stillness of the room, you both sharing a laugh as you laid there in the dark. in a split second you were back to the warmth and familiarity of your connection. and as you explored whatever you were now, you hoped that would remain.

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