❛ PLAYING GAMES ❜ —𝘫𝘦𝘵 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
➺jet makes you mad for flirting w/ your friend and he knows a good way to make himself shut up for you
( CW)— swearing, angst, friends with benefits, f*ce-sitting, kissing, toxic!jet???
➺word count ➤ 2.8+
➺author’s note. jet’s a real bitch but don’t we love him for it <3
There’s nothing easy about Jet, and the idea doesn’t even sustain itself at all due to him being the leader of an entire group of rogue delinquents. Yet it’s simply because it wouldn’t be ethical to, being hard launched into an unforgiving world taught him that kindness only cosigned for weakness, and it’s just not his place to be remembered as the nicest person in someone’s life. Constantly at odds with the world and himself as well made his heart steady, maturing into nothing but a vessel of last resort only when he needed it most. It isn’t often, clearly.
You, made him feel like it happened every single time you decided to come around. Evoking such a deep swell of warmth hot enough to melt back that icy choke held over his heart, a defense mechanism going worthless at the mere thought of you, it had him scared.
“Bout time you showed up.”
Resting his back comfortably against one of the more thicker trees presented right next to his tent, his arms crossed expectantly. Head tilted to the side with a lax expression upholding itself on his face, you had to roll your eyes at the sight.
You had a real bone to pick with Jet anyways, it gets truly exhausting attempting to ignore the unrelenting pang of jealousy that springs up out of you catching him throwing suggestive shots at anyone other than yourself. And usually, you’re able to chew him clean out about it when it’s all over and fuck him good to remind him why exactly he continues to lurk around you. You were used to it, but it never failed to bring the worst of your thoughts and feelings, and of course words.
It didn’t matter how much the man dragged his gaze to outline the silhouette of your figure with all the attention in the world, your gut flipped completely and dropped when witnessing him trying that behavior out on your best friend, Katara. Now you weren’t going to jeopardize your friendship with her over a man, spirits forbid, because none of the rest of the group even knew you and Jet were messing around.
Jet, on the other hand, knew good and damn well that was your best friend, which is the sole reasoning behind that bitter attitude you couldn’t help but to hold onto for the whole day.
“Hush, I actually had shit to do before I came here. I was also debating on whether I should waste my time on you or not.”
His eyelids lowered a smidge more as a knowing smile tugged on the corners of his lips, straightening up his neck to signal his very real attention on you. Those words stuck on him a bit, and you could feel he grew worlds more interested in what you had to blow off your chest in the moment.
“And yet here you are.”
A flash of disappointment crossed your features for a few seconds, more of irritation than ever, something in him told him it wasn’t necessarily at him though. More so towards the thought of your skewed morals winning over that thought process and actually finding yourself on the way to their campgrounds. Finding yourself in front of the man that continues to push your buttons, and eventually nudging you entirely too far by messing with your best friend. Whether it was an undeniable fact or his ego proved to be unclear, but Jet certainly wasn’t dumb when it came to you.
You were his favorite subject, always catching his undivided curiosity and passion. He could read you with his eyes, and his tongue, each time your body shifted, there’s an undeniable speech of words behind it. It was up to him and time to decode what the meaning behind those very words were, even if it takes a while.
“Well you’re in for a rude awakening if you think it’s because I want anything else other than answers.”
Silence overwhelmed the space between you both for a moment, letting your words effectively drown down his smile and unserious body language. Jet didn’t have a choice of brushing you and your emotions off this time, not if he wanted to keep you around for longer.
“Here you go, I can’t think of a real time when you’re not upset.”
“Wow, okay, well have you considered that flirting with other people will not in fact make me the happiest on the planet?”
“It’s about Katara isn’t it?”
“Congratulations, you’re self aware! Now what the fuck was up with that?”
Jet huffed out a defeated chuckle turning around to catch sight of anything else other than you.
“Man, you really put in so much of your energy into acting like this, and we’re not even together.”
And unfortunately, he was nothing less than right. That first night, when he found himself buried to the hilt inside of you, his tip gnawing at the surface of your cervix in slow, tight circles; with those kiss-stung pair of lips resting along the shell of his ear, you promised to him. Nothing more than this, just this. Allowing for your tongue to flow along the gentle arches of hardness found on the inside of his right ear, swirling and descending to poke at the opening just above his earlobe.
Not a thing in the world other than bodily satisfaction was guaranteed at the end of the day, and while you were aware of this, he brought it up in a way that was a real sore to your emotions. There laid no hidden exceptions for what you two had going for yourselves, Jet proved to take that part extra seriously. From what you could observe on the surface anyway.
A deliberate touch that gently glided up the landscape of your skin had your hairs standing on end, being so laced up in your thoughts you hadn’t realized Jet effectively walked up to you just to meet each other’s eyes better. So he could get a better look at you and how your body would just dip in and roll out into a shape good enough to make him desperate to get lost, and drunk in between your thighs. Seeing heat in your eyes, your gaze, only made him even more eager. You seemed to spill out hotter when you were upset, cum easier, like your body turned that attitude into pressure.
“You mad at me pretty girl?”
A toothy grin stretched across his lips, his right arm constricted around your waist as his left hand gripped your face to prevent you from moving your gaze anywhere that wasn’t him. Your lashes unintentionally bat at him as you tried to tear your eyes away from his own, knowing if you looked long enough your stomach would flip upside down and the fine line between your bitter resentment and the raw feeling of lust would simply erode away.
And it did once he backed you firmly into a tree behind the both of you, his smile fading as he expected a real response out of you, not a silent treatment.
“I said, are you upset with me, pretty girl?”
Your body reacted with such intensity, it almost made you melt from your own warmth alone. Mouth running abnormally dry just thinking of the pitiful ‘yes’ you could only think to muster, if acted upon, he gets to ride in the pleasure of knowing he’s got you read like he’s the author of your book. Lowering his lips to rest on the sensitive, mutable flesh that presented to be the crook of your neck, that happened to play with every nook and cranny that was the pit of your want.
Jet found it hard to articulate how much he had resting on his chest, and dick. He twitched pondering on how he needed to try something different on you. Feeling the need of knowing how you tasted in truly the most depraved, greedy way possible, learning what it’s like to have your clit kiss a trail of slick up the expanse that would be his face. Cupping your ass and sticking his tongue in past your opening that would flutter over and over, ready to be filled with something. Anything, some fingers, a dick, just, something.
Pants growing worlds tighter as the moments proceeded on, teeth tugged on the skin at the area below the start of your jawline. Licking his way up the side of your face until he caught on to your lips in a hurried kiss. Jet allowed himself to get lost in the hungry rhythm your lips would urge him into. Letting both tongues act with a mind of their own, hugging in a fit of heat coming from both of your mouths, sharing a part from the other to get a good taste of what passion really meant. It bit into your nerves, crawling along the expanse of your spine, tying your stomach up in knots once he lifted you off the ground and carried you effortlessly back to his tent.
Staying mad at Jet was impossible when he could just have your face shoved into his chest while he buried himself deep enough within you to make you forget how to properly breathe. Him and that ruinous charm would devor anyone’s reasoning mind shamelessly, leaving them a thoughtless, morally tainted body of flesh. Ready to be made by his will, his wishes. You learn to do nothing but crave it after a while, your soul left a wrecked mess without that voice, that presence. How did you survive without it? That dangerous question that formulated within your conscience was only the outcome of its disastrous effects on what it does to a person.
Truly undergoing a mental debate between your self-respect and your body’s needs, it all seemed to come crashing over once you found your body settled over his mouth. The spirit of his breath haunted your whole being, running through your veins, chewing up every waking thought, lips hovering by your sex in temptation.
“Jet, are you sure? Ive never done this before.”
“I’m as sure as you are wet, undoubtedly.”
Making a point, he allowed for his calloused hands to find contact with the gentle flesh that was your hips, giving them a comforting squeeze prior to backing you down on the flexed tip of his tongue. Teasing the subtle nerve endings playing around the area that made up your entrance. Aiding you to thrust your lower half up and down on it shallowly, he was fucking with you. Almost silently mocking you for your reluctance to have his face smashed up against your pussy, apprehension to display desperation of some sort and lecture him on just how nasty you’ll get for what he had to offer.
Letting those inhibitions melt away, your breathing evened out and your lower half loosened that stiffness pent up within it, laying your clit flat on top of his tongue. Jet breathed out a long noise of approval leaving you to believe that he indeed wasn’t joking about setting yourself down to rest on his mouth, naked and open to his whims. Stiffening his tongue welcoming the jerking back and forth motions you let yourself fall into over time, friction overcoming your tight bundle of nerves in a way that urged drool to seep out the corner of your mouth. Leaving you greedy for the grind against the texture of his tongue, your head lolled on back despite your body still rocking itself to your orgasm.
Your mind degraded itself down to nothing more than fluff, taking in the wet sensations splitting down rhythmically along your slit. You reacted viscerally to his tongue diving in head first, swelling up inside of your cunt so easily and spreading apart your stubborn walls. His eyes snapped open to make sense of the sight hovering over him, catching a satisfying glimpse of your breasts raising and falling with the flow of your breathing pattern. Nipples stiff from the weight of lust breathing its energy down on you, mouth strung open releasing syllables that constructed your moans, Jet’s body grew tight as his blood pumped harder and harder just by watching you.
Hands desperately flying to gripe at your own supple breasts, without much thought process behind it your body pushed into Jet’s tongue carving you out in a wide circular motion. Gasping air in to fill up the constricted state of those lungs you possessed just behind your unmoving chest, it’s impossible to keep the swirl blurring your conscience over at bay taking in his tongue like that.
“Don’t stop!” pleaded itself beyond those stung lips like a lewd prayer. Snaking through your velvet canal just to curl deliciously against the spot that straight up knocked chills to ghost across every inch of your skin. You begged and cried for him to stay on that particular spot, your whining only made him even more motivated to taste you up even further until you actually came on him.
Jet took advantage of you leaning over to rest on your forearms to deepen the experience of your pleasure, growing a sense of knawing animality bubbling up within, he took his arms to constrict around your midsection to plant you down on his face altogether. He had nothing to breathe in other than your own scent and he couldn’t argue with that whatsoever. And he prompted you to bob up and down on his tongue like it was his dick, being fucked open with just his mouth alone left you sopping wet and hot all over.
Eyes dropping to the back of your head, he hooked in you so far it stripped any sort of words, sounds of what was soon to be elicited from your throat. Each and all times you plopped your pussy back down on his face, his nose prodded into the tip of your clit, juices flowing out without restriction leaving splatter over the expanse of his face and chest. You crept down the jugular of his neck, collecting in the cups of his collarbones, he couldn’t dare try to get away from you and all that silky essence pouring from your body as if it were nectar presented by the heavens. A groan bellowed through the tent, rattling your hairs, and echoing hard enough to quake your bones.
Each palm scooped up no less than a generous handful of your ass, adjusting the accuracy at which you rode yourself on his tongue. Gosh you were a fucking mess, if your mind hadn’t smoothed over all the way before, it fully did now. Earning a series of louder moans due to the sweltering mixup of Jet’s own noises and his working his mouth in ways that left an impression of shock on you. Of course he’s eaten you out before, yet he was more of a receiving creature, rendering him a little selfish. But who were you to ever refuse to drop to your knees and take in a mouthful of him? Due to growing accustomed to pleasing him, that is.
Your toes bunched back against one another the longer the intensity filed slowly, and traveled towards your sex. It can be felt conjuring up your calves, in your thighs, and steadily undoing the knots linked up in your pelvis. Beads of sweat accumulated on your forehead, building up a dewy complexion to shine off of you in the light of the lantern just a foot away from you two. If Jet could fully take a look at you against the light, he’d for sure call you his favorite nickname for you ‘pretty girl’. Knowing in his mind that you melted to the very ground each time he calls you pretty or beautiful because you really were. Jet doesn’t just lie, in fact it’s almost impossible if he gained nothing from lying.
Seriously, as of now however, he was far too close to bringing you over that peak. Running his tongue in and out of you to such a degree you fell, wholly weak on top of him and too chewed up to lift some of your dead weight off of his face. Honestly, he probably liked that.
He, himself, was ready to pass out from the lack of air he was getting in over the amount he lost, yet it only drove his tongue in deeper. Massaging your g-spot in loose circles, nose doing the dirty work of catching over your slit expertly and all you could do was tremble. Readily pushing your floor out and clenching back to lead yourself to finish, hard, but euphorically. Pushing to give rise to a long, needy keen, contracting your abdominal muscles together, with thin spurts of squirt accompanying it all.
Jet shoved you off of his face to take in a deep breath of air, gaping freely without your body blocking it from him. The air grew thick due to the silence embracing the atmosphere between you two, being around Jet long enough made you consider that he was waiting on you to break it first. Clearly you didn’t.
“I’m starfishin’ tonight, so, don’t wait too long…might even fall asleep.”
But again, Jet wasn’t easy, and it never failed to irk your entire being because of it. It irked you, yet it enticed you just as much.
