⟡ ┆ content warnings. established relationship, idol!au (for jay, reader is unspecified), lots of pet names (they're in love, your honor)
⟡ ┆ note. first fic here, wrote this for my best friend and her love for jay, hope you like it <3
(smut warnings under the cut, minors do not interact)
⟡ ┆ smut warnings. unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of masturbation (both f. and m., but no on screen action), unhealthy aftercare practices? (don't be like them, go pee after sex)
You stir awake — dazed and disoriented — as you hear the door to your bedroom open slowly, your body floaty with leftover sleep, your limbs yet somehow weighed down by an invisible force, blankets and pillows covering you to shield you from the outside world, surrounding you with a toasty warmth. The cracked-open door allows for the brightness from your hallway to invade the room, illuminating the familiar body standing in the doorway, blocking out most of the outside lights and keeping them from completely blinding you. Through squinted eyes you observe your boyfriend stepping into the room, quietly closing the door behind him and shuffling his way over to the bed, careful and calculated movements as he sits down on the bed. A small smile steals its way onto your face as you watch him: clearly trying everything in his power not to wake you up — and clearly completely oblivious to the fact that you already are just that.
After pulling off his shirt and discarding his pants, Jay lifts up the duvet, crawls underneath it and turns towards you, jumping slightly when he comes face to face with your crinkling eyes peeking at him over the blanket you have pulled up to under your nose.
"Did I wake you?" he asks quietly, hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he smiles tenderly at you, taking you in — your body all curled up, hair sprawled out over your pillow, your feet peeking out from underneath the side of the duvet, covered in the pair of fluffy socks he got you for your birthday last year, the color slightly faded by now after taking countless tumbles in the washing machine due to you wearing them more often than you'd like to admit.
You hum quietly in reply, "Yeah, kinda. But it's alright, at least I get to see your face one more time today."
He chuckles slightly at that, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him and press a kiss against your forehead, taking notice of the fact that it's well past midnight and therefore a new day, "Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but it's already tomorrow. If it helps, that means I was the first thing you saw today...and this just now was the first kiss I gave you today."
"Alright, alright...whatever you say," you giggle quietly, your lips curling into a smile at his words as you slightly shake your head at his silliness, pressing the side of your face against his bare chest, the warmth of his skin a nice contrast to the chilly air in your bedroom.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, his intoxicating scent filling your nose with each inhale, remnants of his cologne still lingering on his skin, the familiarity of it slowly lulling you to sleep. Your limbs grow heavier with each passing moment as you find yourself getting pulled back into the slumber you were previously awoken from, hope of a few more restful hours of sleep taking root in your mind.
However, Jay seems to have completely different plans: littering small kisses onto the crown of your head before lifting your hand to press a soft kiss against each of your fingertips just to lay it back down onto his chest to use his own hand to trail over the outside of your thigh. The shirt you wear to sleep rides up as his nails gently graze over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he continues his journey upwards until he rests his hand against your ribcage, fingers just so brushing against the underside of your breasts, his touch causing your nipples to stiffen, your own body betraying you, composure already slowly slipping from your grasp.
"Baby...we should sleep, we both have to get up early tomorrow," you weakly try to convince him — as well as yourself — your voice fading more and more with each word until it's nothing more than a whisper breathed against his burning skin.
You've always hated to admit the effect Jay has on you.
There is nothing wrong with being attracted to someone you're in love with, of course not, especially not when you're with someone as loving and attentive as Jay. And truth be told...sex has never felt as amazing as it does when you're with him. But at times you feel almost a bit pathetic about the speed of which he manages to rile you up, turning you into complete putty in his hands, utterly compliant to him and his every need — whatever he wants to do, whatever he asks of you, you're more than willing to give him everything you have.
One glance in your direction has the potential to have you squirming in your seat, a simple brush of his fingers against your skin results in your underwear clinging to your soaked center. One even just slightly suggestive text sent to you when he was halfway across the world and you know you'd be spending your evening writhing on your bed with your vibrator as your companion, yearning for him to be the one to pleasure you instead, to replace the device pressed in-between your legs, whether with his fingers, his tongue or his cock, you quite frankly couldn’t bring yourself to care as long as it was him.
Pathetic. Absolutely Pathetic.
At least that's what you consider yourself and your behavior to be.
To Jay, however, it's nothing more than the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed.
Knowing the effect he has on you turns him on beyond belief. It's not like he was any better than you either way like that one time he had to excuse himself from rehearsals just to spend the next couple of minutes locked in a bathroom stall, fisting his aching cock, desperately chasing his release while taking in the selfie you had sent him just a few minutes before, muffling his moans by biting down on his closed fist to muffle his moans. It wasn't even an overly sexy one, you hadn’t thought much when you had taken it and even less so as you had hit the send button on your phone, simply wanting to show your boyfriend your outfit of the day as you were getting ready to meet up with a friend. However — due to the angle — it showed off just enough cleavage to rile him up to the point where he might as well be comparable to a horny hormonal teenager who just discovered the depths of internet porn for the first time, thoughts of his cum spilling over your tits clouding his mind as it instead dribbled over his fingers as he leaned, panting, against the wall of the bathroom stall.
You could be doing the most mundane things like loading the dishwasher and before you know what's happening you're finding yourself bent over the kitchen counter, getting pounded into next week simply because your boyfriend gets turned out by essentially everything you did — whether it be you doing the laundry, watching a movie together with him or even such simple things as getting dressed in the morning.
You're both just as down bad as the other, either of you so insanely in love with each other that even after months of being together it still feels like you're only mere weeks into dating, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. While some people might call it pathetic or maybe even a bit concerning and codependent, Jay and you simply had two words for it: in love.
Regardless of how turned on Jay could get you and how much you're cursing yourself for what you’re about to do, you still make yourself turn around in his arms, hoping that he will stop his onslaught with your back towards him and realize that the wise thing would be to let you both sleep so you wouldn't be completely exhausted in the morning once your alarm would ring.
Unfortunately — or maybe fortunately after all – Jay's not going to be stopped by the change of position, if anything feeling your ass pressed right against the growing bulge in his underwear riles him up even more, and lucky for him your new position ends up giving him even more access to your body than before.
Like they have a mind of their own, his hands start wandering over your body, one slipping further up, fingers toying with your perked nipple, giving it a sharp tug that has your legs clenching together before settling on pinching and twisting it, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. The other is busy teasing the hem of your underwear, fingers slipping underneath just to let it snap against your skin as he lets go of the hem again. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier, transforming into huffed out pants with each passing second, legs twitching slightly in anticipation as you internally cuss your body for betraying you like this. With his chin he pushes your hair away from your neck, lips brushing over your clammy skin, the motion — despite the heat surrounding you — causing shivers to run up and down your spine.
Jay gently nibbles on your earlobe, his breath tickling your skin as he lowly whispers into your ear, "You're saying you want to sleep but your body is telling a completely different story. So, which one shall it be, my love?"
Your mouth falls open before you can even think about an answer, a quiet moan slipping past your lips as the man behind you starts sucking on your neck while simultaneously rolling his hips against your ass, his cock dragging oh so deliciously between your cheeks.
"Please..." you whimper weakly, the only reply you can muster in that moment, much to your boyfriend's amusement as he jumps right onto the chance to tease you even more.
"Please what, sweetheart? Come on, use your words like the big girl I know you are."
The groan that builds in the back of your throat is nothing short of desperate as you grind back against Jay, searching for even the slightest bit of relief. Your dreams are crushed by your boyfriend before you can get as much as a small taste of what you're searching for, his hips pulling back and his fingers pausing their assault on your sensitive nipple, hovering over it just close enough for you to feel their heat without actually giving you the satisfaction of getting to feel their touch, "Words, baby. Or I'm gonna stop and we'll go to sleep like you were so set on just a few minutes ago."
"N-no, please," you manage to pant out, squeezing your eyes shut as you attempt to calm yourself down a notch, at least enough to give him the answer he's waiting for, "Please just...shit...please fuck me, please, Jay."
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he mumbles into your ear, lips brushing against it, maneuvering a bit awkwardly to push your underwear down your legs before sliding his hand slowly towards your glistening cunt. He lifts your leg once his fingers grip the inside of your thigh, granting him easier access to your soaked core. Rather than doing the predictable thing and giving you your much carved relief by taking out his throbbing cock to finally fill you up, he instead tenderly runs two of his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness on them and using it to rub slow and agonizing circles on your clit, your legs twitching in response as a needy, desperate whine leaves your lips.
"Patience, baby," he coos gently, his fingers pressing lightly into your weeping sex, getting your hopes of sweet relief up again just before pulling them out again, thoroughly getting you riled up for him. Your chest heaves up and down with each trembling breath you take, your head rolling back against Jay's chest as you pray to every deity known to you for your boyfriend to stop teasing you and just finally — finally — wreck you the way you need him to. Fingers move back to tease your clit, just to stop in the last possible moment and pull away, letting you believe your prayers are actually being answered just to let you crash down once more. You bite your lip to suppress an impatient whimper as Jay shifts slightly behind you, pulling his briefs down just enough to free his dick and run the burning hot tip through your folds to gather your silky wetness on himself. Even through bitten lips, noises of desperation make themselves known loud and clear in the otherwise silent bedroom as you push your hips back as much as his strong grip allows you to in hopes of him finally fully sliding into you.
"So desperate for my cock you can't even wait a minute, huh, sweetheart?" he rasps in your ear, a shiver running down your spine at the rasp in his voice.
The moment you feel him enter you, your walls stretching around him to make room for him, a sigh falls from your lips before you can even get the idea to stop it, relief flooding your system as he's sliding into you until his hips are pressed firmly against your ass, fully sheathed inside you. Jay's breath fans over your skin, beads of sweat collecting in the dip of your collarbone and sliding down the swell of your breasts and still, despite the warmth, your skin manages to erupt in goosebumps everywhere he meets you. His chest is smooth against your back, muscles rippling underneath your touch as you hold onto his arm to ground yourself the moment he starts shallowly thrusting into you, fingernails leaving crescent shaped marks on his honeyed skin. Slowly he pushes into you, his pace growing steadily, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he continues rocking against you. Lewd noises reverberate through your bedroom, skin slapping against skin, moans and whimpers tumbling past your lips.
Jay isn't able to stay quiet either — he isn't even trying to if he's being completely honest with himself — groaning into your ear with each thrust, panting soft words of praise interrupted by the occasional curse pressed against your skin, only spurring both of you on even more. His hand wanders from your hips towards your pussy, fingers hovering just above your clit, enough to feel their presence — their warmth — but not close enough to actually touch you. You know he's teasing you, and he knows you know, but you cannot find it in you in the slightest to be mad at him, not when he keeps pushing into you the way he is right now, not when he's hitting all the right spots inside you, spots you didn't even realize exist within you until he first fucked you, effectively setting your body alight with pleasure, spots dancing in front of your vision with each push of his hips.
"Feel-feels s'good, Ja-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, tossing your head back as his fingers start rubbing circles on your needy, puffy clit, immediately finding the right speed and pressure to get your walls to flutter around his cock, each pulse, each spasm sending another burning wave up your boyfriend's spine.
In a hopeless attempt to muffle yourself, embarrassed by the loudness of your own moan, you press a hand against your lips — only for Jay to reach for your wrist and yank it away from your mouth, not even giving you the slightest chance to try and silence yourself.
"Don't. I wanna hear everything you have to give to me," he growls, increasing the force of his thrusts almost as if to emphasize his point, "every sound, every little whimper or moan. Let the whole world know who's making my girl feel this good."
Your back arches at his words, walls clenching and contracting around him in sync with your racing heart, molding themselves to his girth as you reach behind yourself. The knot inside you twists and tightens, your muscles twitch with the electric shocks running through your whole body every time the tip of his cock nudges against that one spot deep inside you. Your fingers bury themselves in Jay's dark hair, desperately tugging on the strands causing his hips to stutter at the slight sting of his scalp — not an unpleasant sensation to him, on the contrary, the pleasurable pain sends a wave of desperation over him, chasing his own high at renewed hunger.
Your chest rapidly rises and falls as the coil inside you grows taunt, constricting with each passing second until it finally snaps, catapulting you straight over the edge. Your whole body buzzes, almost vibrates at the overload, breaths coming out in sputtered pants as you let out the most pornographic moan that has ever passed your lips. Your boyfriend's name spills past your lips in an endless mantra, one you cannot stop, not that you even considered it in the slightest. Your back curves into Jay's front as his arm reaches to pull you closer, panting into your ear as his hips lose their rhythm. His release follows closely, a choked groan of your name echoed into the room, hips stuttering to a halt as he spills deep inside you, the warmth of his cum washing another wave of pleasure over you, rendering you unable to catch your breath before he gives you a few more shallow, languid thrusts — ones that send you almost into overstimulation.
Carefully he pulls out of you, even if he wants nothing more than to stay buried deep inside you, drift off with you in his arms and your warm walls wrapped around his cock. He knows the cleanup in the morning is something neither of you can afford with your current schedules so he does the sensible thing, the smart thing.
You, however, can’t help but whine at the loss of contact as his dick slides out of you, your aching walls fluttering around nothing, leaving behind a wet mess of your mixed cum running out of your sex, coating the skin between your legs — not that you particularly care about that in this moment.
Turning around to face him, you're greeted with a big smile, the one that always sets off the butterflies in your stomach, sweat glistening on Jay's skin and his dark hair sticking to his forehead as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss against your lips. Your eyes stay closed after he pulls away, a sudden wave of sleepiness overcoming you.
"Alright?" he murmurs as he plays with your hair, a quiet hum coming from you in response, both to his question as well as in reaction to him playing with your hair.
He can’t help but smile to himself as he looks at you, contently lying in his arms as the after sex glow radiates off your skin. He turns slightly, reaching behind him to grab a package of tissues from your nightstand, gently pushing you onto your back and spreading your legs to wipe away at least part of the mess between your legs, saving the rest for a proper clean up in a few moments — or in the morning judging by the sleepiness on your face, not that it would be the healthy thing to do but neither of you could bring yourself to care about the potential aftermath of that decision.
Opening your eyes slightly to peek at him, his smile greets you from between your legs before he scoots back up to you again. Your arms wrap around his neck at an instant, tugging him in for a kiss as you get lost in the warmth of each other once more.
Yeah, cleaning up would have to wait until the morning, consequences be damned.
⟡ ┆ content warnings. established relationship, idol!au (for jay, reader is unspecified), lots of pet names (they're in love, your honor)
⟡ ┆ note. first fic here, wrote this for my best friend and her love for jay, hope you like it <3
(smut warnings under the cut, minors do not interact)
⟡ ┆ smut warnings. unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of masturbation (both f. and m., but no on screen action), unhealthy aftercare practices? (don't be like them, go pee after sex)
You stir awake — dazed and disoriented — as you hear the door to your bedroom open slowly, your body floaty with leftover sleep, your limbs yet somehow weighed down by an invisible force, blankets and pillows covering you to shield you from the outside world, surrounding you with a toasty warmth. The cracked-open door allows for the brightness from your hallway to invade the room, illuminating the familiar body standing in the doorway, blocking out most of the outside lights and keeping them from completely blinding you. Through squinted eyes you observe your boyfriend stepping into the room, quietly closing the door behind him and shuffling his way over to the bed, careful and calculated movements as he sits down on the bed. A small smile steals its way onto your face as you watch him: clearly trying everything in his power not to wake you up — and clearly completely oblivious to the fact that you already are just that.
After pulling off his shirt and discarding his pants, Jay lifts up the duvet, crawls underneath it and turns towards you, jumping slightly when he comes face to face with your crinkling eyes peeking at him over the blanket you have pulled up to under your nose.
"Did I wake you?" he asks quietly, hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he smiles tenderly at you, taking you in — your body all curled up, hair sprawled out over your pillow, your feet peeking out from underneath the side of the duvet, covered in the pair of fluffy socks he got you for your birthday last year, the color slightly faded by now after taking countless tumbles in the washing machine due to you wearing them more often than you'd like to admit.
You hum quietly in reply, "Yeah, kinda. But it's alright, at least I get to see your face one more time today."
He chuckles slightly at that, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him and press a kiss against your forehead, taking notice of the fact that it's well past midnight and therefore a new day, "Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but it's already tomorrow. If it helps, that means I was the first thing you saw today...and this just now was the first kiss I gave you today."
"Alright, alright...whatever you say," you giggle quietly, your lips curling into a smile at his words as you slightly shake your head at his silliness, pressing the side of your face against his bare chest, the warmth of his skin a nice contrast to the chilly air in your bedroom.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, his intoxicating scent filling your nose with each inhale, remnants of his cologne still lingering on his skin, the familiarity of it slowly lulling you to sleep. Your limbs grow heavier with each passing moment as you find yourself getting pulled back into the slumber you were previously awoken from, hope of a few more restful hours of sleep taking root in your mind.
However, Jay seems to have completely different plans: littering small kisses onto the crown of your head before lifting your hand to press a soft kiss against each of your fingertips just to lay it back down onto his chest to use his own hand to trail over the outside of your thigh. The shirt you wear to sleep rides up as his nails gently graze over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he continues his journey upwards until he rests his hand against your ribcage, fingers just so brushing against the underside of your breasts, his touch causing your nipples to stiffen, your own body betraying you, composure already slowly slipping from your grasp.
"Baby...we should sleep, we both have to get up early tomorrow," you weakly try to convince him — as well as yourself — your voice fading more and more with each word until it's nothing more than a whisper breathed against his burning skin.
You've always hated to admit the effect Jay has on you.
There is nothing wrong with being attracted to someone you're in love with, of course not, especially not when you're with someone as loving and attentive as Jay. And truth be told...sex has never felt as amazing as it does when you're with him. But at times you feel almost a bit pathetic about the speed of which he manages to rile you up, turning you into complete putty in his hands, utterly compliant to him and his every need — whatever he wants to do, whatever he asks of you, you're more than willing to give him everything you have.
One glance in your direction has the potential to have you squirming in your seat, a simple brush of his fingers against your skin results in your underwear clinging to your soaked center. One even just slightly suggestive text sent to you when he was halfway across the world and you know you'd be spending your evening writhing on your bed with your vibrator as your companion, yearning for him to be the one to pleasure you instead, to replace the device pressed in-between your legs, whether with his fingers, his tongue or his cock, you quite frankly couldn’t bring yourself to care as long as it was him.
Pathetic. Absolutely Pathetic.
At least that's what you consider yourself and your behavior to be.
To Jay, however, it's nothing more than the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed.
Knowing the effect he has on you turns him on beyond belief. It's not like he was any better than you either way like that one time he had to excuse himself from rehearsals just to spend the next couple of minutes locked in a bathroom stall, fisting his aching cock, desperately chasing his release while taking in the selfie you had sent him just a few minutes before, muffling his moans by biting down on his closed fist to muffle his moans. It wasn't even an overly sexy one, you hadn’t thought much when you had taken it and even less so as you had hit the send button on your phone, simply wanting to show your boyfriend your outfit of the day as you were getting ready to meet up with a friend. However — due to the angle — it showed off just enough cleavage to rile him up to the point where he might as well be comparable to a horny hormonal teenager who just discovered the depths of internet porn for the first time, thoughts of his cum spilling over your tits clouding his mind as it instead dribbled over his fingers as he leaned, panting, against the wall of the bathroom stall.
You could be doing the most mundane things like loading the dishwasher and before you know what's happening you're finding yourself bent over the kitchen counter, getting pounded into next week simply because your boyfriend gets turned out by essentially everything you did — whether it be you doing the laundry, watching a movie together with him or even such simple things as getting dressed in the morning.
You're both just as down bad as the other, either of you so insanely in love with each other that even after months of being together it still feels like you're only mere weeks into dating, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. While some people might call it pathetic or maybe even a bit concerning and codependent, Jay and you simply had two words for it: in love.
Regardless of how turned on Jay could get you and how much you're cursing yourself for what you’re about to do, you still make yourself turn around in his arms, hoping that he will stop his onslaught with your back towards him and realize that the wise thing would be to let you both sleep so you wouldn't be completely exhausted in the morning once your alarm would ring.
Unfortunately — or maybe fortunately after all – Jay's not going to be stopped by the change of position, if anything feeling your ass pressed right against the growing bulge in his underwear riles him up even more, and lucky for him your new position ends up giving him even more access to your body than before.
Like they have a mind of their own, his hands start wandering over your body, one slipping further up, fingers toying with your perked nipple, giving it a sharp tug that has your legs clenching together before settling on pinching and twisting it, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. The other is busy teasing the hem of your underwear, fingers slipping underneath just to let it snap against your skin as he lets go of the hem again. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier, transforming into huffed out pants with each passing second, legs twitching slightly in anticipation as you internally cuss your body for betraying you like this. With his chin he pushes your hair away from your neck, lips brushing over your clammy skin, the motion — despite the heat surrounding you — causing shivers to run up and down your spine.
Jay gently nibbles on your earlobe, his breath tickling your skin as he lowly whispers into your ear, "You're saying you want to sleep but your body is telling a completely different story. So, which one shall it be, my love?"
Your mouth falls open before you can even think about an answer, a quiet moan slipping past your lips as the man behind you starts sucking on your neck while simultaneously rolling his hips against your ass, his cock dragging oh so deliciously between your cheeks.
"Please..." you whimper weakly, the only reply you can muster in that moment, much to your boyfriend's amusement as he jumps right onto the chance to tease you even more.
"Please what, sweetheart? Come on, use your words like the big girl I know you are."
The groan that builds in the back of your throat is nothing short of desperate as you grind back against Jay, searching for even the slightest bit of relief. Your dreams are crushed by your boyfriend before you can get as much as a small taste of what you're searching for, his hips pulling back and his fingers pausing their assault on your sensitive nipple, hovering over it just close enough for you to feel their heat without actually giving you the satisfaction of getting to feel their touch, "Words, baby. Or I'm gonna stop and we'll go to sleep like you were so set on just a few minutes ago."
"N-no, please," you manage to pant out, squeezing your eyes shut as you attempt to calm yourself down a notch, at least enough to give him the answer he's waiting for, "Please just...shit...please fuck me, please, Jay."
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he mumbles into your ear, lips brushing against it, maneuvering a bit awkwardly to push your underwear down your legs before sliding his hand slowly towards your glistening cunt. He lifts your leg once his fingers grip the inside of your thigh, granting him easier access to your soaked core. Rather than doing the predictable thing and giving you your much carved relief by taking out his throbbing cock to finally fill you up, he instead tenderly runs two of his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness on them and using it to rub slow and agonizing circles on your clit, your legs twitching in response as a needy, desperate whine leaves your lips.
"Patience, baby," he coos gently, his fingers pressing lightly into your weeping sex, getting your hopes of sweet relief up again just before pulling them out again, thoroughly getting you riled up for him. Your chest heaves up and down with each trembling breath you take, your head rolling back against Jay's chest as you pray to every deity known to you for your boyfriend to stop teasing you and just finally — finally — wreck you the way you need him to. Fingers move back to tease your clit, just to stop in the last possible moment and pull away, letting you believe your prayers are actually being answered just to let you crash down once more. You bite your lip to suppress an impatient whimper as Jay shifts slightly behind you, pulling his briefs down just enough to free his dick and run the burning hot tip through your folds to gather your silky wetness on himself. Even through bitten lips, noises of desperation make themselves known loud and clear in the otherwise silent bedroom as you push your hips back as much as his strong grip allows you to in hopes of him finally fully sliding into you.
"So desperate for my cock you can't even wait a minute, huh, sweetheart?" he rasps in your ear, a shiver running down your spine at the rasp in his voice.
The moment you feel him enter you, your walls stretching around him to make room for him, a sigh falls from your lips before you can even get the idea to stop it, relief flooding your system as he's sliding into you until his hips are pressed firmly against your ass, fully sheathed inside you. Jay's breath fans over your skin, beads of sweat collecting in the dip of your collarbone and sliding down the swell of your breasts and still, despite the warmth, your skin manages to erupt in goosebumps everywhere he meets you. His chest is smooth against your back, muscles rippling underneath your touch as you hold onto his arm to ground yourself the moment he starts shallowly thrusting into you, fingernails leaving crescent shaped marks on his honeyed skin. Slowly he pushes into you, his pace growing steadily, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he continues rocking against you. Lewd noises reverberate through your bedroom, skin slapping against skin, moans and whimpers tumbling past your lips.
Jay isn't able to stay quiet either — he isn't even trying to if he's being completely honest with himself — groaning into your ear with each thrust, panting soft words of praise interrupted by the occasional curse pressed against your skin, only spurring both of you on even more. His hand wanders from your hips towards your pussy, fingers hovering just above your clit, enough to feel their presence — their warmth — but not close enough to actually touch you. You know he's teasing you, and he knows you know, but you cannot find it in you in the slightest to be mad at him, not when he keeps pushing into you the way he is right now, not when he's hitting all the right spots inside you, spots you didn't even realize exist within you until he first fucked you, effectively setting your body alight with pleasure, spots dancing in front of your vision with each push of his hips.
"Feel-feels s'good, Ja-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, tossing your head back as his fingers start rubbing circles on your needy, puffy clit, immediately finding the right speed and pressure to get your walls to flutter around his cock, each pulse, each spasm sending another burning wave up your boyfriend's spine.
In a hopeless attempt to muffle yourself, embarrassed by the loudness of your own moan, you press a hand against your lips — only for Jay to reach for your wrist and yank it away from your mouth, not even giving you the slightest chance to try and silence yourself.
"Don't. I wanna hear everything you have to give to me," he growls, increasing the force of his thrusts almost as if to emphasize his point, "every sound, every little whimper or moan. Let the whole world know who's making my girl feel this good."
Your back arches at his words, walls clenching and contracting around him in sync with your racing heart, molding themselves to his girth as you reach behind yourself. The knot inside you twists and tightens, your muscles twitch with the electric shocks running through your whole body every time the tip of his cock nudges against that one spot deep inside you. Your fingers bury themselves in Jay's dark hair, desperately tugging on the strands causing his hips to stutter at the slight sting of his scalp — not an unpleasant sensation to him, on the contrary, the pleasurable pain sends a wave of desperation over him, chasing his own high at renewed hunger.
Your chest rapidly rises and falls as the coil inside you grows taunt, constricting with each passing second until it finally snaps, catapulting you straight over the edge. Your whole body buzzes, almost vibrates at the overload, breaths coming out in sputtered pants as you let out the most pornographic moan that has ever passed your lips. Your boyfriend's name spills past your lips in an endless mantra, one you cannot stop, not that you even considered it in the slightest. Your back curves into Jay's front as his arm reaches to pull you closer, panting into your ear as his hips lose their rhythm. His release follows closely, a choked groan of your name echoed into the room, hips stuttering to a halt as he spills deep inside you, the warmth of his cum washing another wave of pleasure over you, rendering you unable to catch your breath before he gives you a few more shallow, languid thrusts — ones that send you almost into overstimulation.
Carefully he pulls out of you, even if he wants nothing more than to stay buried deep inside you, drift off with you in his arms and your warm walls wrapped around his cock. He knows the cleanup in the morning is something neither of you can afford with your current schedules so he does the sensible thing, the smart thing.
You, however, can’t help but whine at the loss of contact as his dick slides out of you, your aching walls fluttering around nothing, leaving behind a wet mess of your mixed cum running out of your sex, coating the skin between your legs — not that you particularly care about that in this moment.
Turning around to face him, you're greeted with a big smile, the one that always sets off the butterflies in your stomach, sweat glistening on Jay's skin and his dark hair sticking to his forehead as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss against your lips. Your eyes stay closed after he pulls away, a sudden wave of sleepiness overcoming you.
"Alright?" he murmurs as he plays with your hair, a quiet hum coming from you in response, both to his question as well as in reaction to him playing with your hair.
He can’t help but smile to himself as he looks at you, contently lying in his arms as the after sex glow radiates off your skin. He turns slightly, reaching behind him to grab a package of tissues from your nightstand, gently pushing you onto your back and spreading your legs to wipe away at least part of the mess between your legs, saving the rest for a proper clean up in a few moments — or in the morning judging by the sleepiness on your face, not that it would be the healthy thing to do but neither of you could bring yourself to care about the potential aftermath of that decision.
Opening your eyes slightly to peek at him, his smile greets you from between your legs before he scoots back up to you again. Your arms wrap around his neck at an instant, tugging him in for a kiss as you get lost in the warmth of each other once more.
Yeah, cleaning up would have to wait until the morning, consequences be damned.
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