Using this as an excuse to write Jonathan Corliss smut bc god I’ve been SLACKING on watching Matt Dillon movies.
MDNI
Cw: SMUT + AFAB Reader, Spoilers for “A Kiss Before Dying”, Heavily inspired by the choking scene iykyk, Light Biting?
The man you met down in the hotel’s bar was meek. Quiet and attentive, Jay Farraday charmed you quicker than any man ever had. Really, all he had to do was smile and place a gentle hand on your back as he ushered you to the dance floor.
In hindsight, inviting any man you had just met — in a bar, no less — up to your room was a stupid decision, but Jay never pushed to get that far. He had seemed genuinely taken aback when you proposed he followed you up and, after being reassured that it was alright, he remained a respectful distance behind you even after the elevator’s doors closed, leaving only the two of you encased alone in it. He had proved himself a gentleman.
What you hadn’t known that night was the real man you invited in.
Jonathan Corliss was not the gentle, handsome young man that watched you unlock your door. He stalked, eyeing his prey and readying to strike. As he shut the door behind him, taking in your form, he swept forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a kiss.
A hand weaved into your hair, twisting through the strands until Jonathan could tug your head back with a single jerk. He pressed another, softer kiss to the corner of your mouth before releasing you, the hand in your hair trailing down your neck then to your shoulder.
“Wanted to do that all night,” he sighed. His fingers toyed with the polyester shoulder of your dress, tracing each minuscule stitch. His voice lowered as his darkened, hungry eyes met yours. “God, you’re beautiful…”
The corner of your lips quirk up. “Charmer.”
Jonathan chuckled. “Oh come on, you know it’s true.” He inched closer until his lips met yours again, slow and passionate as Jonathan’s other hand slid to your waist, his tongue prodding against the seam of your lip.
You hummed, clinging to the thin and crisp fabric of his shirt. Eager fingers made quick work with the buttons, popping them through their holes until it exposed his chest and you could slip your hand in to touch him.
Jonathan broke the kiss with a huff and leaned down to press another to your shoulder. Your touch snaked over his chest to his own shoulder. He wasn’t very muscular but his skin was smooth and felt perfect under your fingers. The hand under his shirt pushed him closer, your nose burrowing in him.
You felt his hand fall from your waist down to your ass. Jonathan stood straighter to whisper into your hair, “Can I undress you?”
“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” you breathed into his shoulder. His hand snaked up to the zipper of your dress and slowly, tantalizingly dragged it down until the full thing fell limp around your ankles. A roughened hand fluttered up your bare side.
Jonathan's eyes never left yours as he uttered, "Beautiful..."
You pulled him in for another kiss, your fingers messing up his gelled hair. The hand at your side shifted up and snuck between your bodies as it found purchase clutching one of your breasts. You moaned softly against his lips when he squeezed.
When he pressed into you, you could make out the large shape of his erection, still hidden under his slacks. Your mouth traveled to his neck and showered the skin in rough kisses as your own hand dipped down to palm his cock.
Jonathan let out a breathy groan against your hair. “Fuck…”
You hummed and suckled his neck before breaking away with a soft pop. You nosed his jaw as you spoke, “Show me.”
He didn’t have to ask what that meant and he certainly wasn’t in the position to deny. Jonathan stayed close as he whipped off his shirt and began to work on his belt. You scattered more kisses to his cheek and neck as he worked his pants and underwear down to his thighs. His erection sprang free from the confines, bobbing against his stomach.
Jonathan captured your lips once more, muffling a groan in a heated kiss before grabbing your hands and pushing you back. “On the bed,” he ordered.
A more gentle push made you sink onto the side of the bed, your eyes never once leaving Jay’s. His hands traversed your body, maneuvering you onto your back, spreading your legs and ridding you of your underwear. Your fingers dug into the white sheets, watching the fire in his eyes when they landed on another naked part of you.
When your underwear fell to the ground, his focus fell to your exposed pussy, his tongue wetting his lips before looking back up to your face.
Your foot reached out and tapped his thigh.
One of his hands fell to your knee and parted your legs further. Neither of you spoke as he lowered himself, your gazes never leaving the other’s until Jonathan gave a tentative lick to your folds.
Your stomach fluttered and your hand unfurled from the sheets to card through his hair. His mouth enclosed around your slit, tongue teasing your entrance as his upper lip brushed your clit.
“Jay…” you breathed, thumbing back a lock of hair that had fallen against his forehead. He hummed, his hands now gripping both your thighs as the tip of his tongue pushed in.
After a few minutes of exploring, he pulled away with a soft smack. His body caged yours as he rose.
With a final soft kiss to your cheek, he uttered, “More?” His hands found yours and held them hostage at the sides of your head.
“Please,” you replied.
Jonathan mumbled an ‘okay’ before one of his hands left to line himself at your entrance. The head, engorged, throbbing, easily passed through your folds. Jonathan eased himself in, slowly sinking into your warmth until reaching his hilt. He let out an airy huff when your hips met.
“Fuck, that feels good.” You nearly missed his words. The hand that had guided him in snaked up your body, fingers brushing your stomach, your breast until it wrapped firmly around your neck. His hips began to move, looking down at your lustful face as he lightly squeezed with each drag of his cock against your walls.
His head fell next to your head and mouthed at your jaw, his teeth grazing the skin every so often. With a harsher squeeze to your neck, he delivered a deeper thrust, your hips pounding together at the force and making you choke out a gasp.
Another hammered thrust. Jonathan groaned into your skin, “So fucking good for me, baby.” His lips met yours in another greedy, sloppy kiss. His thumb pressed deep into your neck.
You didn’t know it then, but ‘Jay Farraday’ would be gone by morning, leaving no trace behind. No number, no card, no poorly written excuse. It was like he never existed in the first place.
When you left your hotel room, you decided to ask the front desk if anyone sharing that man’s name was still checked in and, if so, to give him vague thank you for the night prior.
“I’m sorry but we haven’t had anyone with that name recently. No check ins or outs,” the clerk said after a quick computer search.
Something settled in your gut. The bar you had met him in was exclusive to the hotel’s guests. He wouldn’t have been able to get through the door without a room key.
Something was off about the man you slept with that night, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it just yet.
