warnings. top!reader, amab!reader, blowjob (reader receiving), deepthroat attempts, reader has a big dick (on vinny's part), frottage, virgin!jay, caught-in-the-act kink (mentioned only), semi-public sex, anal sex, possessiveness
a/n. Me? Depriving you guys of smut? Never
Vinny Hong
Your relationship with Vinny is one of the slowest, you need to persist in not giving up halfway when he puts a wall between you. And even when you break down those barriers, there's still more on the other side. He's all for kissing, at first policing your touches and your hands that travel further and further. Vinny is hungry for this, there’s no masking the way he melts against you when your lips meet, but he’s equally scared by that fact. It takes calm to move forward with him — the first and only time you cornered him and let him feel how excited he made you just by kissing, he kicked you, even though he was just as hard. It was instinct and purely your fault, he said.
So it's an unhurried progression; you reassure him by giving, without expecting anything in return. And when Vinny finally feels comfortable enough to see you naked, he simply stops, making no move to continue the blowjob he was going to give you. Your cock is inches from his face, which you’re not sure if is blushing or pale. The head is red and dripping, twitching just in anticipation of being in his mouth.
"What happened?" You ask, already out of breath even though you've barely started, arms resting on the wall in front of you, the wait killing you. But you learned to have the patience of a Buddha, push too hard and Vinny would run away.
“Why the fuck are you so big?” Vinny throws back, glancing at your cock with an attention that makes you want to apologize for your size. “That’s going to dislocate my jaw.”
It takes a bit of convincing for Vinny to even try. His eyes still argue even as his mouth gets full. He's careful about it, spending several minutes just focusing on the sensitive head before trying to put more in his mouth. His lips stretch pornographically around you and you can see his jaw tightening with every inch.
After gagging a few times, he pulls back, coughing and giving you a glare, blaming you for being so big that it triggers his gag reflex. You say he doesn't have to take it all if he can't and that seems to have the opposite effect since now Vinny is doing his best to show that he can take your dick all the way if he wants. (he can't).
The mere sight of it almost makes you cum. Vinny is clumsy and stiff in his first blowjob and if it isn't the hottest thing you've ever seen. Even though you already anticipated the answer, you still try, control almost slipping through your fingers, "C-can I fuck your mouth?"
Vinny pulls your cock out of his mouth so he can respond, the mixture of pre-cum and saliva glistening on his lips. The wet pop will be stuck in your head forever. "No, you're going to suffocate me," he is firm in his answer. He then looks at where your fists press against the wall, almost making a hole in it. "But you can grab my hair if you want." You do so without any convincing.
No amount of gagging is enough to embarrass him into stopping, and maybe not on his first try, but he'll get there eventually, training his throat until he can swallow your cock. He's proud like that.
Shame won't let him practice on some vibrator, so you're his test subject and Vinny isn't happy when instead of standing still and quiet, letting him learn to swallow your cock, you start moving. If you don't want him to look for another source of learning, it's best to be patient and keep your desire and orgasm under control. Give small hints, but nothing too direct. Let Vinny figure out the rest on his own.
(He doesn't say it out loud, but he wants to learn, he wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel.)
The subject of anal sex is still taboo, though. He'll need more time to let you get close to his ass. But you're in no rush, there are so many more things you want to teach Vinny.
Jay Jo
Jay is so organized and keeps control over everything in his life that it shouldn't surprise you that much, but the way your addition to his life seems to disrupt the normal functioning of his flow amuses you, while also stressing him out. You're the chaos in Jay's life, which has been going off the rails for some time now — but you end up derailing it.
Your stoic boy. Your rigid virgin boyfriend who aside from embarrassment whenever you made sexual innuendos still spent hours awake researching anal sex. A walking contradiction.
Even Jay is surprised by how much he likes you. How every touch of yours sets him on fire and he can't stop thinking about your kisses and your hands all over him.
He's secretly a pervert who masturbates practically every night while thinking about you. Like a drug, Jay becomes addicted to you. He's easy on you: mouth falling open as soon as you get too close in anticipation of a kiss, kissing you sloppily with an enthusiasm that belies how tense he feels. His cock is equally sweet to you, already knowing its owner well.
"See, your body knows exactly who it belongs to,” you say with an easy laugh, hands circling Jay’s hips, thumbs right next to where a tent stretched across his pants.
Jay blushes furiously, throwing an arm over his face, hair messy on his bed. Lips red and marked by your teeth. You wanted to devour him whole.
It only took a little kissing to get him rock hard and leaking for you.
"You're the one who keeps rubbing against me," Jay accuses. "It's a perfectly normal physiological reaction to physical stimulation."
"Yeah, sure, smart boy, whatever you say," you say, rocking against him.
"Don't be condescending to me."
"Condescending," you repeat. "I love it when you talk smart to me."
Jay gasps as your erections rub together. He immediately bites his bottom lip, trying to swallow all the sounds of pleasure. His bedroom door is locked and you're home alone, but the possibility of being caught, interrupted, excites him, you know it does. Jay loved to pretend to be demure and chaste, but he would always give you the filthiest looks at the worst moments and then blame you for not knowing how to control yourself.
He was all for forcing himself to stay still and biting pillows while you made his toes curl in ecstasy. Something about forcing himself to be quiet, fearing being heard, always made him come harder.
You lick his neck as you slide your fingers inside his pants. Jay jumps and gasps when you touch his hot, bare skin. "Let's see how many times you can cum before your mother gets home."
Joker / Hajun
Joker has no instinct for self-preservation when it comes to you. He doesn't fall in love easily, his heart doesn't open up to just anyone. But when he does, he is the most generous lover and the most naive in parts.
There is nothing you can ask of him that he wouldn't give you.
Joker only has eyes and ears for you. Your word is truth and your wish is his command. He doesn't care about anyone else's opinion but your and what turns you on, turns him on too. He's good like that. So there's not a bone to stand in his overheated body when you corner him in the bathroom after a particularly tough fight.
Joker anticipated your concern, it was one of the reasons he never liked it when you was there to watch him take and throw punches. But you were at every single match.
You unwrap the bandage from his fists and wipe the blood away with a frown that, despite not being meant for him, still makes him feel things — excitement and dread. You touch him as if you fear hurting him, making sure nothing is twisted or broken and no teeth have been lost. After checking that Joker was fine despite the bruises, however, a key turns and you have him so tightly in your grip that it almost hurts.
Joker tries to avoid looking at his reflection in the mirror, mouth open, split lip bleeding again and hair damp with sweat falling in front of his eyes. But then he finds your eyes, possessive and angry behind him, nails digging into his hips as you pounds into him, again and again.
The preparation was quick at best, not enough to keep him from feeling the penetration in his stomach.
"Does it hurt?" You ask, muffled voice reverberating in the bathroom. Outside, the inconvenient person had given up on knocking on the locked door. Joker nods, drunk on pain and pleasure. "Good."
One of your hands wraps around his neck, and the pressure alone is enough to make his legs go weak.
"I hate seeing you hurt, I hate seeing these marks left by other people on you," you continue, never stopping to fuck his brains out like you hate him, like you're fucking obsessed with him. "I'll cover them all with my own marks — scratches, bites, hickeys, my fingerprints. I'll paint your skin with my touch, so you won't forget who you belong to."
He deeply desires this. Never let him go. Remind him who owns him. Mark your ownership on him, from the inside out.
If Vinny had a crush, you bet he would never say anything about it but his actions would speak loud enough.
Like how he carries yout stuff with a grunt, how he walks you home, and how he, just a little, is softer with you compared to everyone else.
He doesn't know how it happened himself, but he ended up waiting for your text almost every 10 minutes. Which he found weird, because he never really cared about online chit chats before.
He may not admit it but he's much softer with you, like using softer tone for example. He does it automatically, sometimes he doesn't even realize it.
But his blush gives him away the most! Whenever you are as much as standing too close to him, his cheeks are already heating up! (Sung teased him about it a lot)
It's also easy to notice his jealousy whenever he sees you with other guys. He acts territorial sometimes, goes quiet and sizes up a guy, observing him like a darn predator.
But if you confront him about it, he'll deny it. Him? Having crush? Nah, no way....right?
𖧷 𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐎
Now Jay, especially in his nerd era, is just as much as tsundere as Vinny, just a bit less aggressive.
I'd say it's much, muchh harder to guess what Jay is thinking. Maybe his hard gaze will make you insecure, maybe you won't mind, but one thing for sure—you wouldn't know how he's thinking of you exactly.
He's good at keeping to himself overall, so it wouldn't be hard for him. And yet, he still wouldn't be able to resist stealing glances at you during classes, or when you are talking to another guy.
Jay doesn't really like helping others out in homework but you? Oohh he definitely would help you out in everything. In fact, he'd hesitantly offer if you need him to help you and silently would celebrate if you accept the offer:)
He would be such a BIG listener for you! You can yap about everything to him and he would genuinely listen.
Jay found himself remembering everything you mentioned about yourself. Why? He's not too sure. But what he knows is that, you're constantly on his mind.
𖧷 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
Owen definitely isn't tsundere. He would be much more honest about his own feelings for you than Vinny & Jay. But doesn't mean he can't get bit shy!
He's not afraid of you finding out that he has crush on you but he's terrified of your rejection. Yet, that doesn't stop him from flirting with you, winking at you, walking you home and hugging you.
I'm actually 100% convinced that this mf will have playlist of songs that reminds him of you. And he listens to them one by one, every single day, while imagining him and you together.
Your #1 fangirl frfr.
It's actually pretty easy to tell that he loves you. He's all smiley with you, soft blush resting on his cheeks, how he glares at every single guy that dares to talk to you—that's why he gets upset when you play oblivious to his feelings.
He makes sure his crew knows to don't fuck with you, or else they will have to answer him personally.
𖧷 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑
Now, Oliver IS shy. He's not exactly most honest about his feelings for you, but it still got obvious to Clover and Poel.
Oliver would be nervous around you, especially if you two are standing too close.
Oh but he'd be such a gentleman. Opening doors for you? Pulling out a chair for you? Walking you home? Giving you his jacket when you're cold? Consider it done, dear.
You wouldn't know but he scrolls down through your pictures on Instagram and spends almost an hour just admiring you, blushing at your suggestive photos and smiling at cute ones.
He quickly realized that he had crush on you. I mean, it was obvious that he couldn't stop thinking about you! You were always in his head, nonstop.
It got so pathetic that he had dream about you. He dreamt of you kissing and he has never felt so embarrassed before after waking up. Little did he know that he hoped it wasn't just a dream...
𖧷 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑/𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊
Joker? The infamous underground fighter? The literal destructive powerhouse? Having a crush???? He couldn't believe it either. I'm gonna be honest, he was kind of in denial and thought those feelings would just pass. But no! Oh he was so wrong.
He found himself thinking about you almost every single minute. Your smile, your smell, your beautiful eyes, your humor, your body—he genuinely thought he was going crazy.
He thought he was hiding his feelings well until Wooin and Hyuk found out. (He got teased to death, even blackmailed).
Joker would be strangely softer with you. Not all smiles and giggles, but his gaze would be softer and he would be much less vulgar.
Another gentleman. He loves how you smile at him when he opens door for you, or when you ask if he will be fine himself when he gives you his jacket in cold weather.
Your #1 guard dog. He punches all creeps away. But he tries to don't expose you to violence:3
But noo, he doesn't have crush on you, lol! He just can't help but touch your hair and put it back of your ear, he just can't help but stare at you like you're prettiest sight he has ever laid his eyes on, he can't help but blush when you touch him even slightly—totally not a crush haha!
shameless smut. overstim. dumbification (sorta). needy!reader. big dick Jay. wrote this on my school computer btw lmao
You used to be so shy.
The kind of girl who’d flinch when he reached for your hand. Who got overwhelmed from just his pinky brushing yours beneath a table. You’d blush if he kissed your cheek too long, stammered when his fingers slipped beneath your shirt.
But now—
“More—nngh, p-please—Jay, need you—”
You couldn’t even speak straight.
Face down in the mattress, drooling into the sheets, hips up and trembling, legs twitching from how many times he’d already made you cum. Your thighs were slick, your cunt a soaking mess—his cum and yours smearing sticky between your legs from earlier rounds.
Jay knelt behind you, silent. Composed. Breathing slow, cock already in his hand again—thick and flushed, still wet, still hard. Stroking himself lazily, watching your body twitch every time you whimpered.
“…You’re sure?” he asked softly, like you weren’t already wrecked. “You’re shaking.”
His hand smoothed down your back gently, then grabbed your waist and adjusted you like you weighed nothing—lifting your hips higher, spreading you wider, positioning you exactly how he wanted. You gasped at the strength in it, how easy it was for him.
“C-Can take it,” you babbled, already rocking your ass back toward him. “W-Want it so bad, want you inside, want it again—please—wanna be full—”
Jay didn’t say a word.
He moved.
One big hand slid under you—gripped your inner thigh and pushed it out even further, forcing your legs open wide. The other grabbed your waist, held you still. Then you felt him—hot and heavy, cock pressing right against your entrance again. So big it made you gasp.
You moaned instantly, hips jerking.
“S’big—fuck, Jay, y-you’re too big, I can feel it—” you whimpered, slurring. “It doesn’t fit, never fits—f-fillin’ me up too much—”
“You’ve taken it before,” he murmured, leaning over you. “You’ll take it again.”
And he pushed in.
Slow. Deep. Merciless.
You sobbed into the sheets, cunt stretching open around him, your back arching as your thighs trembled violently. Your hole clenched around him like it was trying to fight the stretch—but he just held your hips tighter, groaning low as he bottomed out.
Your breath broke on a cry.
“S-So full—‘m so fucking full, Jay—oh my god—too deep—s’too deep—fuck, fuck, your cock’s too big—”
“Then stop running,” he said calmly—and slammed into you.
You screamed.
His thrusts were rough now—heavy, brutal, making the sheets slap beneath you. Every drag of his cock punched another moan out of you, and you couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop crying. But you still pushed back on him, greedy and messy, drooling and cockdrunk.
“Want more,” you whimpered. “M-More of your cock, please, want it deeper—fuck, Jay, wanna be split open—want your cum again—”
He exhaled sharply—then grabbed you and moved.
He dragged you up by the waist and flipped you onto your back in one fluid pull, manhandling you like a doll. You gasped, dazed, legs flopping open as he shoved his knees between yours and settled back in, one hand pinning both your wrists above your head.
He looked down at you, sweat-slick and blank-eyed, chest rising and falling steadily.
“…You don’t even know what you’re saying,” he whispered, voice low. “Look at you.”
You were crying again.
“Wanna be full,” you whined, eyes glassy. “Want your cum in me, all of it—please—‘m begging, Jay—want you to break me—”
He shoved back in.
Your entire body arched off the bed.
You screamed. Loud, high, throat going raw. The stretch, the pressure, the way he fucked you now—ruthless, fast, grinding in deep like he was trying to knock the air from your lungs.
One hand held your wrists, the other was already back on your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your hips buck. Your cunt gushed around him, soaking the sheets, and he just kept going—blank-faced, calm, eyes glued to your shaking body.
You babbled nonstop now.
“Too much—too deep—‘m gonna cum again, oh fuck, please cum in me, Jay—fill me up again—wanna feel it leaking—wanna be stuffed so full it won’t come out—please—please—”
He groaned, a low sound against your throat.
Then both hands grabbed under your knees and folded you completely in half, his cock driving in so deep your breath caught. The position made your moans come out high and broken, like little choked hiccups, your brain melting down with every thrust.
You came again—harder than the last. Squirting this time, twitching under him, clawing at his arms. Jay fucked you through it, still relentless, still silent except for the sound of your bodies slapping together.
And finally, he stilled.
Groaned.
You felt his cock twitch deep inside.
Felt it when he came, warm and heavy, spilling into you again. Filling you so full your body twitched around it, stretched and stuffed to the brim.
But you didn’t stop begging.
“More,” you whimpered, lip trembling. “Jay—Jay, again, p-please—m’not done—wan’ it again—want you to cum in me again—‘til it leaks—‘til it drips down my thighs—please—don’t stop—”
Jay kissed your jaw, soft.
Then?
He pulled your leg over his shoulder and slid back in.
imma add more characters…
should i write for lookism...breathe if no...don't breathe if yes
hmmm one piece too
AND THIS FUCKASS FANDOM IS DYING AGHHH COME BACKKK
fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | hyuk/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | SLOW BURN! | all characters featured are 18+
author's note: hi everyone! i'm sorry for ghosting you for months. school has been so stressful that i didn't even get a chance to read updates from wind breaker. BUT I'm back! thank you all for reading my story!
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✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a strange tightness in my stomach. It was like I was about to throw up. I glanced around, trying to figure out where I was, and then looked down at where I was lying. I was on a soft mattress on the floor, my black shirt lifted slightly, exposing my stomach. My joggers were barely hanging on, the drawstring untied. I held my head and turned to the side.
My eyes widened. "What the—" I quickly covered my mouth, afraid of waking the person next to me. He was lying on his stomach, facing my direction, deep in sleep. His arms were wrapped around a pillow.
Why am I alone with Jay?! Panic surged through me. Even though I was dizzy, I managed to sit up. I frowned when my foot hit something—like a body. I felt a wave of relief when I looked down and saw June sleeping at our feet. Shaking my head, I fixed my hair. My gaze fell on Jay again. He looked so peaceful, fast asleep. Unlike when he’s awake—he’s intimidating, unapproachable.
My heart raced again, and I quickly averted my eyes, rubbing my temples. Did I do something terrible last night while I was drunk? I bit my lower lip, struggling to remember what had happened.
We already know.
I know something they don't.
Can you stay away from me from now on? Please?
"Holy shit. Oh, please don’t tell me—" My eyes went wide, and I scrambled off the mattress, trying to be careful not to wake the two of them. Once I was out of the room, I saw Dom sleeping on the floor, clutching Yuna in his arms. Aria was also fast asleep, mouth open. I scanned the room for Minu and Mia, but when I spotted them, I was surprised to see they were already awake.
Mia was making coffee for herself and Minu. They hadn’t noticed me yet, too busy chatting and smiling. What a lovely couple. When will I ever experience something like that? I sighed and immediately looked for my stuff.
"Demitra, you're awake!" Mia’s sudden voice startled me. I forced a smile and nodded, still searching for my bag, which Dom had apparently slept on. "Come join us. What do you want? Milk? Coffee? Or milked coffee?" she asked cheerfully.
"Water is fine," I said, giving her a small smile.
"Water in the morning? Are you an alien?" Minu joked. I chuckled and shook my head, pointing at my stomach.
"If I drink any of what Mia mentioned, I'll end up in the bathroom," I said, making them both laugh.
When Mia handed me the glass of water, I caught the two of them exchanging glances. It was as if they were communicating silently. These friends really had a habit of doing that, even when it was so obvious. After taking a sip, I set the glass down on the counter and crossed my arms, leaning against the sink.
"I know you two know something. You’re way too obvious," I joked, raising an eyebrow at them.
Mia looked flustered, her eyes darting to her boyfriend, as if silently begging him to speak for her. "W-Well, yesterday, Principal Nick told us something about you. About you being a professional rider—"
I burst out laughing. "Professional? Please, did Nick really say that?" I asked in disbelief. "I’m not. Let’s just say I’m an expert."
"But it's the same thing!" Mia jumped in. I just shrugged.
"It’s not," I said, still chuckling.
Minu suddenly grew serious, putting his glass down. "Why didn’t you tell us you're famous in England? As the underground princess? And that you’re friends with Owen from High Calvary!" he said, catching me off guard. Did Gramps really tell them everything? At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if he also mentioned my favorite food.
"Ew, don’t ever call me that again," I cringed. "And I’m not friends with him. I just know him." I avoided their gazes, just as I noticed Yuna stirring awake, probably overhearing our conversation.
"That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard in my life."
"Minu!"
I laughed as Mia scolded him. She gave me an apologetic look, clearly embarrassed by what her boyfriend had said. "You can ask him if you want." Please don’t.
"You beat him once," Yuna chimed in, despite just waking up.
"I don’t remember that," I replied, playing dumb. She just scoffed at me. "And, going back to what you said earlier, I’m not famous. I was just known in the underground. And that was years ago, so yeah, I’m not relevant there anymore," I said with a laugh, brushing it off.
"Stop being humble, Demitra," Minu said, and I just shot him a glare. "But the main point is, you're stronger than everyone else. I don't even understand how you lost to Jay. No offense to my best friend." He added, but my eyes widened when I saw Jay standing by the now-open sliding door.
"You're overthinking it," I replied, picking up my bag. "Even if you say I’m strong, biking isn’t my thing anymore. I’ve already told you that. I only got back into it to help you guys out." Everyone went silent at my words. "I did have fun helping you, though. Just make sure you explain things to your friend Shelly when she finds out about that video circulating. She's going to freak out seeing her 'clone' on the screen." I glanced over at Jay, who was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, watching me closely.
"Why do you sound like you’re leaving us after this?" We all turned in surprise to see Dom awake, scratching his head and clearly just having woken up.
"We still want you to be our friend, Demitra," June said softly, his eyes gentle, making my heart ache a little. I laughed to mask the emotions stirring inside me.
I knew they wouldn’t understand, but I needed to keep my distance. Nick already knew I was in Korea, and it wouldn’t be long before he told Shelly. The last thing I wanted was to run into her at school. Call me bitter, but I was only trying to protect myself. I couldn’t afford to get hurt again, especially not after being betrayed by my old friends.
"I appreciate it. We’re still friends, you know. And I’m not leaving." At least, not yet.
They made sure I had breakfast before I could even mention going home. As expected, Dom wouldn’t stop pestering me about how it felt to be famous in England, even asking for tips on how to beat international competitors, knowing I had beaten plenty in races before. Mia and the others, on the other hand, kept trying to pry into how I knew Owen, but I kept dodging the topic. The whole time, I could feel Jay’s eyes on me, and it was driving me crazy. Our conversation from last night kept replaying in my mind, making me avoid him even more.
"Last question, how did you learn to ride a bike?" Aria asked, stopping me in my tracks. The face of a man who had been absent from my life for so long immediately flashed in my mind. His earrings were the one thing I always remembered whenever he crossed my thoughts.
"From my dad," I said, half-truth, half-lie.
"Damn, I wish your dad could teach me!" June exclaimed.
"Never again. I’ll never take lessons from dads again. The last time I did, I nearly died from how hard Shelly’s dad pushed me," Dom said, practically on the verge of tears. I feigned surprise, though I knew all too well how strict Mark could be.
"Oh, Jay, where are you going?" Aria asked when she saw him stand up.
"Home," he replied shortly, not even glancing in my direction.
"Why don't you and Demitra leave together? So she has someone to walk with," Yuna suggested, and I nearly choked. Out of all the people who could’ve said that, it had to be her. I quickly shook my head.
"Then let’s go," Jay said coldly, addressing me directly. My mouth fell open in shock before I glared at him.
After saying my goodbyes to everyone, I hopped on my bike. I saw Jay already outside, waiting for me. I sighed before riding over to him. He was adjusting his helmet when he spoke.
"You should have told them you're leaving," he said, catching me off guard.
"What?"
His tired eyes looked straight at me. "You lied to them. Don’t just disappear without saying goodbye," he said before pedaling away.
My jaw dropped as I quickly followed him.
"What makes you think I’m leaving?"
"You literally said it last night."
I clenched my jaw, trying to think of an excuse. Hurry up, Demitra! Think of something. "I have no reason to leave, Jay," I lied, but he didn’t seem to care. His indifference made me even more annoyed. "Maybe you didn’t understand what I said last night. Why would I leave? I don’t have any enemies at Sunny High."
"Do you really want to talk about this?" he asked, his eyes locking onto mine. A chill ran down my spine.
"Yes! Tell me, Jay. Why would I leave?" I fired back. If you really don’t know anything, prove it. You’re hiding something. I could tell last night when you tried to act like you didn’t know. I’m not stupid.
He shook his head and sighed. "Stop asking me questions only you can answer," he said coldly. "If anything, I should be asking you that. Why are you leaving? Is there someone you’re scared to run into?"
His words struck a nerve.
"What the hell is your problem?" I snapped, making him stop. "I’ve had enough of your riddles, Jay. Just tell me what your issue is with me. You keep dropping hints about things you think you know, and it’s driving me insane. You keep looking at me like you’re waiting for something, and now this? Agreeing to walk me home after I literally told you to stay away from me?"
His expression shifted into something unreadable. "I don’t have a problem with you—"
"Then stop messing with me. If you know something, just say it. Tell me, what exactly did you hear from Nick?" I demanded, stopping my bike and glaring at him. His jaw tightened as he took a deep breath.
"I only told you what I heard last night, nothing more." He was lying again. What the hell? I nodded slowly, scoffing in disbelief. Ignoring him, I pedaled faster, trying to get away. Why does he keep messing with my head? What does he really know? From the way he talks, it's as if he knows everything about my secret.
I veered off the main route, taking a different path to put more distance between us. Thankfully, he didn’t try to follow. I wasn’t in the mood for another race with him. It took me 30 minutes to reach the park. I parked my bike and dropped myself onto the grass, frustrated. I held my head in my hands, trying to shake off the haunting memories.
"Is it true, Nick? Shelly’s engaged to Owen?"
"Yes, Demitra. Why? Didn’t Owen tell you? Aren’t you two close?" Nick had approached me, but I stepped back, covering my mouth. My body trembled at his words. After all this time, Owen is engaged to my friend? And Shelly knew? They both kept this from me?
Tears, which I had been trying to hold back, finally spilled over. "Demitra, why are you—" Nick began, but I cut him off.
I gripped my hair tightly, burying my face in my knees as the tears streamed down. I couldn’t understand why I still felt so much pain after all these years. I should’ve moved on by now. I should’ve forgotten them, but why was this happening to me? Why do the people I’ve been trying to forget keep coming back? My heart tightened painfully in my chest.
"I didn’t let you go just to see you cry."
I froze at the voice. Lifting my head, I saw Vinny leaning against his motorcycle, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. I quickly looked away, wiping my tears.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the race?" I changed the subject.
"It seems you really don’t care about the Sabbath, huh? The race ended a while ago," he said, lighting a cigarette. He even offered me one, but I shook my head. He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised I wasn’t smoking.
"Did they find out?" I asked quietly.
"See this?" He pointed to a bruise on his cheek. "That's your boyfriend’s doing," he said before tossing the cigarette, even though he hadn’t taken a puff.
"I don’t have a boyfriend," I shot back, giving him a glare.
"Wooin is a smart guy. No one can fool him," he muttered, staring straight ahead at the road. "They’re pissed. Not just at me, though."
I sighed. "I’m sorry. You fought because of me," I apologized, feeling guilty.
"We were already fighting long before this, even without you," he said casually, lying down on the grass. "So tell me, why are you here? Did Hummingbird finally kick you out after using you?" He looked at me sharply.
"You know your friends aren’t like that," I said, meeting his gaze with equal intensity.
Note - Special thanks to @dzvelinaskebiyars and @shintaru for the idea <33
Jay was stressed, he was pent up, with all of the arguments he had with his mom and the pressure shes forcing on him, he couldnt help but run away and come to you, his comforter.
Poor baby, you knew all of the problems he was facing right now and you wanted to help him, but how will you do so? Simple
Jerk It all off~♡
You knew he was a virgin, make sure he was comfortable, you opened up a suggestion of jerking off all of his stress. He was relunctant at first, knowing it was highly inappropriate but coudlnt deny... It sounded good.
After thinking about it, he hesitantly agreed, but you had to make sure, telling him he didnt have to do it if he didnt want to and you werent forcing him, he nodded leaning "Please, j-just... Be gentle..." He said in a nervous tone.
You gave him a nod, like a promise. Slowly, he pushed down his pants, his 11 inches slapping against his stomach, his angry red tip all leaky and needy— Needy for your touch and love.
You couldnt help but stare im shock, he was big BIG, "Dont stare at it like that..." He said softly, his face and ears reddening. You looked at him, trying to calm down "Sorry jay... Youre just..." He turned to look away from you "Too big?" He said in a shy tone "No, no! Its the right size my baby." He looked at his cock, then back at you "A-are you sure?" You nodded and he trusted you.
You held his cock, making him whimper softly "Mngh...~" You stroked, slowly and carefully while he watched your hands, "It feels good...~" You smiled at him "You like it?" He nodded, his hips bucking slightly.
You noticed this and picked hp the pace a bit more, this earned you a strained groan, his throwing his head back as his cock twitched, he was close. Dangerously close.
"W-wait... I... I feel something~" He looked at you worriedly, you caressed his cheek softly "What is it?" You asked softly, his hips stuttered "My stomach feels... Feels warm...~" his breath hitched "I-i feel something rising... I feel close...~" His voice turning needy.
You picked up the pace, making his hips buck "I-i feel weird, wait— Please, wait, i-i..." his cock twitched "Its— Its g-gonna come o-out~" his cum soon started spurting out, his head was thrown back while his hand held your wrist and the other grippign his hoodie.
"It feels so good, s-so good..." He said while looking at you, eyes glassy and needy "M-more, please...?"
He was fucking your hand for almost a few minutes now, the room filled with obscure sounds of wet squishy squelnching sounds paired with the rooms lingwring musky scent.
"I-im, im close again..." He whined, drool leaking over the corner of his mouth "Im so close, so close..." He said as his thrusts got sloppier and needier "Can i cum, p-please?~" He begged softly, his glasses were foggy now almost slidding off the tip of his nose as beads of sweat fell down his face.
"Hold it in for me, will you baby?" He nodded vigorously, like he didnt know what he was getting into but he wanted to obey you— He needed to because he loved you so much. "O-okay..."
A these few more thrusts just made his balls more tighter, getting him more needier and whinier "P-please, i- Uhn!~ I-i cant- I cant hold it in anymore!~" He moaned "I-im gonna break!~"
"Cum for me." His eyes rolled back again, getting more glassier as his cum explodes, thrusting up one last time as your hand tightened around his cock.
Because of the intesity of his orgasm and the exhaustion, he passed out, but atleast he got his mind breaking stress relief (iykwim).
