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Summary: Jason rails fem!Reader. That's it.
Tags/TW: Porn absolutely no plot, smut, PIV sex, referenced oral (fem and male receiving), fingering, squirting, using panties as a gag, sex in the bathroom, on the counter sex. Jason being a little tease and mean. Fem!Reader
A/N: I can't come up with titles.
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“On me,” Jason grunted behind you. He took hold of your now messy hair and pulled you up to look at them in the mirror.
You let out a loud, strangled moan as you watched him continue to roughly take you from behind.
His dark eyes met yours in the mirror. “Focus on me.”
You dug your nails harder into the smooth surface for a stable hold as your body kept lurching forward from his hard thrusts.
Your legs shook each time he shoved his cock deep inside you as if it were his life’s mission to rearrange your guts. He only began to fuck you after he was satisfied with burying his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy and clit until he came away with his face completely soaked in your cum.
His clothes were undone haphazardly to allow him space to feel your naked back and backside pressed to his. His dark curls stuck to his head as he thrusted and his mouth fell open to let out his soft moans and pants.
Jason had only lifted your skirt and yanked the upper half of your dress down, inadvertently trapping your arms to your sides before he ripped your pantyhose apart.
Your hands scrambled for a hold, and you could only grab onto him. A choked sob of pleasure left you when he angled his cock to resume abusing that little spongy spot inside you that made you see stars.
Tears streamed down your face as you cried out for Jason. You were getting closer, and your mind was falling apart way too quickly. A sudden fear came over you that if you came again, you’d actually go insane and only be addicted to sex with him.
Your knees were buckling, and your heels hit the floor as you tried to upright yourself. It didn’t help that he was trying to shove his thick cock deeper into you.
He twisted your skirt tighter in his fist, as if using it as his reins to keep you close to him. “If you’re going to say my name,” Jason whispered, “You should say it louder. So everyone can hear how good I make you come.”
Your eyes rolled back into your skull, and you nearly slammed into the mirror in front of you. You hung your head as you continued to moan and whine helplessly.
He bent forward and slowed his frantic thrusting to grinding against you. Jason kissed your cheek and then your neck before he spoke.
“Need something, princess?” He asked so sweetly it made your burn with wanton humiliation because of his thick cock still trapped inside your aching cunt.
You turned to him and were met by a soft kiss on your lips. “‘M— ‘m ‘bouta c-come…” You whispered, carefully pushing on his hips. “‘M gonna come…”
Jason kissed you hard again and then began to move again. “Then come for me,” he said right before he dragged himself back, nearly taking himself out, and then burrowing back inside you. “Come for me, princess.”
Jason made quiet shushing sounds in your ear and moved his hand from your jaw. He even stopped moving, letting you gasp for air.
Your legs were shaking so bad that you had to stand on your toes to not let your heels clatter around on the floor.
Before you could ask him what he was doing, he slipped a piece of fabric between your parted lips. You made a small and confused sound, looking up at the mirror. It was your pair of panties.
Jason pulled out of your pussy slowly, and you keened a loud, but mercifully muffled, moan. You could still taste the tang of your cum and his spit stained in the fabric, and you bit back a heated whimper as more drool pooled in your mouth.
He turned you around and lifted you up so you were sitting on the sink. You let out a louder sound of concern, but he just held your thighs and kissed you around your panties.
Jason wore a sloppy smirk on his face and winked. “I’ve got you. Just hold onto me, okay, princess?”
You made an incredulous sound, but it died away when he let go of one leg to take hold of his cock, stroking it carefully in his hand.
Jason even slapped the tip against your swollen clit a few times, punching out a soft whimper with each wet slap and making you blush darkly.
You tried to close your legs, hiding the way your pussy clenched at the sensation, glistening in the dim light. He just laughed smugly and kissed your burning cheek.
“Aw, don’t act shy now, princess,” Jason cooed in a faux honeyed voice. He bumped his nose against your cheek, and you hesitantly looked at him under your lashes.
“You weren't like this when you were on your knees choking my cock down your pretty throat the other day,” he hummed and batted his lashes at you. He even dared to lick his lips as he smirked wider.
“God, you tasted so sweet after that,” Jason moaned. “Makes me want to let you take my cock like that every day.”
Your entire body felt like it was on fire. You avoided his eyes and tried to pinch your thighs harder together to hide how your pussy began to drool at the memory.
Jason wouldn’t let you hide from him as he took his free hand and wrenched your legs open. He squeezed your thigh in his other hand tightly. He spread your puffy folds with his fingers and rolled his thumb on your swollen clit, forcing a muffled squeal out of you.
He rubbed it faster, and you dug your nails into his jacket, curling into him.
You couldn’t move your hips freely and just continued to make desperate sounds behind your panties as he slid his fingers in you, fucking your hard with his calloused digits. He cruelly angled his fingertips into your sore sweet spot, instantly making your legs shake again.
You pulled on his jacket and looked up at him tearfully, begging around your soaked panties between your teeth.
“You want me to fuck you?” Jason asked. You nodded urgently. “Yeah? Do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy with my cock? Hm?”
You were close to genuinely crying out of frustration as you nodded again.
“You want me?” Jason asked, leaning close to your lips.
You nodded again and choked up a broken “Please!” behind your panties.
“Come on my fingers then,” he ordered softly. “If you come now on my fingers, I’ll pick up where we left off. I’ll fuck you on my cock.”
His fingers began to curl and scissor your velvety walls, and he wasn’t stopping. He sucked on your neck and bit at your skin, whispering hotly in your ear every single obscene fantasy he had of you. From fucking you on every surface of his apartment to fucking you in his Red Hood gear.
Your head spun wildly, and your stomach fluttered even harder than before. You screamed behind your panties as you came hard on his fingers when he rubbed his fingertips frantically into your sweet spot. Clear liquid squirted out of you as he ravaged you on his fingers.
You barely caught yourself on the sink and panted heavily behind the soaked fabric, your breaths leaving as broken whimpers.
Jason pulled his fingers out, moaning as he licked every inch of them clean. He kissed your lips before he lined himself up and pushed in without any more preamble.
Jason ruthlessly fucked you as if his sole mission was to fuck you or die. He held onto your thighs and began to fuck you at the same brutal pace as before.
His thick cock was stretching your pussy open, and forcing you to accommodate every inch of him. The veins traveling along his cock were grinding into every sensitive part of your pussy, and you started to sob with how dizzying your ecstasy was.
You grabbed onto the front of his shirt, and he pushed back inside you. You clawed at his chest and whimpered from how full you were again, your toes curling in what was left of your torn stockings.
He resumed his animalistic pace, and you didn’t have room to protest as more wanton moans escaped you. You scratched up his chest, and sounds that resembled his name rumbled from your lips alongside soft sobs of pleasure.
Jason drank up all your sounds and moaned as if it were the finest wine he’d ever had.
You cried and mewled his name before your pussy clenched around him, coming hard on his cock. You nearly ripped his shirt with how hard you were pulling on it, and your vision flooded with stars. Your entire body felt like it was a rubber band stretching to its absolute limit and then snapping.
The wild look in his eyes made your entire body burn with molten arousal. His hair fell onto his face, and his cheeks were flushed with his exertions. His mouth dropped open with his own moaning and panting, drunkenly babbling about how good you felt around him.
You prayed to God that you’d make it out of here alive as you were getting railed.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you came again with a pitiful whine.
His hips stuttered, and it took a few more harsh thrusts for him to come as well, slamming his hips so hard into yours that the wall behind you shook. Jason buried his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder and moaned loudly as he came inside you.
Jason was breathing raggedly as he pulled out. He shakily helped you down and had to pin his body against yours so you both wouldn’t fall. Your legs were completely useless to you now.
It took a few staggering breaths for you to settle back down.
You felt a calloused thumb wipe your lips, and you looked up to see Jason, smiling so triumphantly.
His entire mouth was still covered in your lipstick. His brilliant smile still lingered on his face as he thumbed your mouth off.
“Had fun, sweetheart?” Jason asked.
You clung to him as he took your ruined panties out of your mouth. A thick string of drool clung from your tongue to the fabric, and he wiped your lips delicately, smearing your lipstick all over his thumb.
Jason kissed you sloppily, missing your mouth most of the time and just kissing your face.
You kissed him and hugged your arms tight around his neck. Jason kissed your back and smoothed his hands up and down your back, massaging your hips when they trailed down.
“I love you,” you said.
Jason made a small, desperate sound and chased your lips. “I love you too.”
every time you and rafayel had sex, you’ve always had this thought at the back of your mind — that rafayel had insanely pretty moans. you tried holding back for so long, but in the end, you gave into your desires and decided that you’d do anything to hear him again — that sweet, honey-like voice of his as you ruin him.
“haah—feels s’good, baby.” he moaned, fingers tangled in your hair as you went down on him, bobbing up and down on his pretty cock. you hummed a response, sending vibrations down his length as your tongue swirled around his tip. “s—shit—jus’ like that..” he sighed, breathing heavy and uneven.
you wanted to hear those pretty whines of his, so you decided to move slower, at a teasing pace to get a reaction out of him. your tongue worked slowly around his tip while your hands stroked his shaft unhurriedly. “fuck.. stop teasin’ baby..” he whined, his other hand fisting in your hair too. you didn’t listen — unyielding as you continued tormenting him with your pace.
“ahh—so slow—can’t take it anymore—“ he shoved your head deeper, biting his lip as he took matters into his own hands. you gagged when his tip met the back of your throat, aggressively being pushed down his length. you quickly took back control, placing both hands on each side of his thighs as you started moving on your own. loud and wet slurping noises filled the room, but that’s when it started getting overstimulating for him — his hips bucking into your face as his head throbbed violently inside your mouth. “‘m close—gonna cum—!“
you moved faster — went deeper — having him hit the back of your throat every time. and even when you felt that warm liquid shoot down your throat, you didn’t stop. you kept going — swallowing every bit of him. and now, his pretty whines drowned out every sound in the room. “stop—baby—i jus’ came—!” you kept him at the back of your throat for a moment before moving again. and when you did, his moans turned into breaths — gasping for air as his hips relentlessly jerked towards you.
and when he harshly tugged your head off, you glanced at him with glassy eyes before your face was glazed with his cum. “shit—sorry, baby..” he panted, reaching out to wipe it off your face. but before he could, you licked the corner of your mouth, tasting him with a smile that told him that you weren’t done yet.
you guessed that he couldn’t control it, because you let out a victorious chuckle when he was suddenly hard again.
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Summary: Rafayel wakes up his darling
ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Tags/TW: smut, PIV sex, edging, overstimulation, squirting, somnophilia. Fem!Reader. Rafayel being a meanie. Rafayel whimpers. Fem!Reader is also a freak.
A/N: Good morning (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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“Good morning~”
His deep and gravely morning cooed in your ear.
You couldn’t respond, your voice cracking from sleep and from the overwhelming pleasure melting your still foggy brain.
You grabbed at Rafayel's arms wrapped around your waist, pitching a long whimper when he slowly pushed back in, the deeep and loong stretch making your eyes roll into the back of your skull. Your back arched, and you pushed back into him, burying your nails into his arms.
Every nerve in you was alight, and you were hypersensitive to every sensation. Especially his thick cock grinding hard into your sweet spots, burying so deep inside you that you couldn’t breathe.
“Aren’t you going to say it back, darling?” Rafayel kissed your ear. “Hm?”
He didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by your desperate clawing at his arms or squirming from his heavy cock splitting you open again.
You gasped for breath, trying to rack your brain quickly to respond and tell him off for waking you up. “Goo-ahh!” A sudden, harsh thrust forced you to break in a loud whine.
“God, I love the sound of your voice,” Rafayel whimpered in your ear, picking up his pace. Each thrust of his hip forced a breathless moan from you. His arms tightened around your body, forcing you to stay still and take his morning treatment. “God, I love it so much. I love hearing your voice every morning.”
You began choking on your moans, squirming harder against him and the bed, trying to get away from the ramping pleasure and catch your breath.
“Please! Please, gonna come!” you whimpered.
“Yeah? You are?” He rolled you onto your front, using his body to pin you tight to the sheets.
You screamed into the pillow and clawed at the sheets when your pleasure spiked hard. Your head was spinning even more wildly.
Rafayel kissed the back of your neck and sighed softly, “You get to come when you tell me ‘good morning’.”
You sobbed, sinking your teeth into the pillow as Rafayel fucked you harder, knocking the breath out of your lungs each time the thick head of his cock punched your sweet spot.
The bed was squeaking loudly, barely muffling your sounds, pitching higher as your head got more fuzzy, spinning wildly as your orgasm crested.
Just as you were about to come, he stopped, pulling back. You clenched the pillow in frustration and glared at him over your shoulder.
“Say it, cutie,” Rafayel fluttered his lashes at you sweetly. “Say it, and I’ll let you come. Hm?” He slowly rolled his hips and buried his cock back in you.
Your frustration spiked again, and you tried to glare at him, but it was moot when your eyes rolled back into your skull again from the sensation of the rotund head of his cock pushed into your sweet spot.
“How ‘bout you play along and tell me ‘good morning’, princess?”
A high-pitched whine involuntarily left your throat at the pet name. You lifted your hips slightly, arching your back to feel him slide in deeper. Your thighs trembled more with each slow drag, taunting you to a maddening high.
Rafayel's thick cock was splitting you open so deliciously early in the morning as the hard veins of his cock were etching their shape into your walls.
“Please,” you whined, your voice muffled in the fluffy pillows. “Please, I wanna come! I wanna come!”
“What do you say, my love?”
“Guh—!” Your voice broke. “Good morning, honey! Good mor—!”
You didn’t get to finish when Rafayel slammed all the way into you, burying all the way to the hilt. You screamed into the pillow, your back snapping into a higher arch to accommodate his girth.
You were reduced to nothing but a whimpering and whining mess, squirming on the bed from the overwhelming pleasure wracking through your body.
You began sobbing loudly into his pillows, each sharp thrust of his hips making your cries pitch higher and higher until you bit onto his pillows to muffle your screams. But it wasn’t quite enough to hide all of your cries of ecstasy.
Rafayel didn’t let up, though. He kept nailing your sweet spot with deathly accuracy, hellbent on his personal mission to make you come so hard you couldn’t think anymore.
“I miss you,” Rafayel moaned and kissed your shoulder, still ruthlessly rutting into you. His voice cracked in tiny whimpers as he rut hard into you. “I miss you so much. Missed you and this pretty pussy so much. It’s been too damn long, baby.”
Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you came. You hugged the pillows tight as you screamed his name, your nails sinking deep into the cloth.
A wild, fluttering sensation rolled through your stomach as clear liquid squirted all over your thighs, soaking into the bedsheets. He didn’t stop.
Rafayel wrapped his arm around your front and played with your clit, whimpering loudly into your ear when your pussy snapped tighter around his cock. “Fuck, oh fuck, that’s it! Wan’ you to come on my cock again. Again!”
Your cries pitched louder as electric pleasure bolted through your veins. Tears streamed down your face, soaking into the pillows as you came again, your head spinning wildly as your orgasm took over.
You slumped on the bed, pinned under his weight. A broken moan punctuated each hard thrust, sending your body rocking back and forth wildly.
“Not done,” Rafayel kissed your cheek, turning your head and kissing your mouth sloppily, not caring that you couldn’t quite kiss him back, only whining into his mouth.
“Not done with you yet,” Rafayel groaned, slowly rolling his hips into you and dragging each inch of his still-hard cock against your overstimulated walls. “Wanna make you come again. Wanna make you feel so good.”
You tried to kiss him back, bringing your hand up and holding the back of his head. The messy tangle of tongue and lips got Rafayel riled up just enough to start rutting into you hard again. Your fingers twisted tightly in his hair, holding onto him tight as he picked up the pace again.
He moaned into your mouth when you pulled on his hair. He moved his arm down to your front and hoisted you up. He positioned you so your chest was pressed against the wall.
Your hands scrambled for purchase on the headboard and the wall. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your lower back with one hand while the other gripped your hip tightly.
“Gonna come on my cock. You’re gonna come on my cock one more time.”
Rafayel couldn’t see the smirk that grew on your face, too focused on fucking you senseless.
You knew damn well it wasn’t going to be ‘one more time’. You just gave in to the pleasure and moaned sonorously as your lover continued to fuck you.
rafayel had you on your knees, face shoved into the soaked sheets, ass high and trembling while his cock slammed into you with brutal force. every thrust made a filthy, wet shluck as his cum from the last round spilled out and got shoved right back in. “haaahhh—fuck, listen to that,” he groaned, yanking your hair back until your throat arched. “my cock’s stirring your pussy like it owns you.”
you choked out a broken moan, drool spilling from your mouth onto the bed. “ahhhnnn—s’too muchhh—rafayel—”
he yanked harder, growling against your ear. “too much? no, baby. not enough.” he spat straight into your open mouth, watching it drip down your chin. “swallow.”
your throat worked around it, and he smirked before shoving three fingers past your lips, stuffing your mouth full while still pistoning inside you. “mmphhh—gkkkhhh—” you gagged, spit bubbling around his fingers. his cock slammed into your cervix, forcing a scream through your clogged throat. “hnnghh—aaahhh!”
rafayel’s eyes darkened with hunger. “so messy. can’t even breathe without my cock, huh?” his free hand slapped your ass hard enough to sting, red marks blooming under his rings. then again. smack. smack. each strike made your cunt gush harder, slick dripping down your thighs. “hnnhhh—ahhhhnnn—!” you wailed, clenching around him, juices squirting onto his thighs.
“fuckkk—” he hissed, pulling his fingers from your mouth only to grab both of your hips and started pounding into you fast and hard, making your eyes roll back and legs shake. “hhaahhh—rafayel—! it’s too muchhh—gonna break—”
he groaned loudly, grinding deeper, his cock drilling into your raw pussy in a brutal rhythm that had you sobbing. “break for me then. you’re just a doll, remember? dolls are made to be used.”
when you came, it was violent—your body shaking, squirting all over the sheets while your throat let out a raw, guttural scream. “aaaahhhhhh—hahhhhnnnn—!” your cunt milked his cock desperately, sucking him in deeper as if begging for more.
rafayel groaned, losing himself in the mess. “god, look at you—spraying everywhere like a dirty slut. bet you’d let the whole world see you like this, huh?” he slapped your cunt, watching you gush again, overstimulated and ruined. “nnnnnnhhh—ahhhh—n-no—only you...!” you babbled, but he only chuckled, hips slamming harder, cum shooting deep until it spilled down your thighs.
he didn’t even pull out—just ground himself inside your overstretched hole, cum frothing with your slick. “mmm, still twitching. not done yet, cutie. i’ll fuck you till this bed breaks.”
I'm genuinely so upset and disgusted rn, using valko as a scapegoat to avoid accountability for valid issues regarding the game is not only cowardly but immature. It really shows how greedy and apathetic infold has gotten.
Not only that, but the blatant racism is absolutely insane, valko was just the slightest bit tan and the CN 'fans' couldn't handle that. The colorism is so gross to see. I was so excited for valko I fully intended on downloading the game for him. Also, not to mention the fact that this is going to just reinforce that CN players can pressure infold into anything and that it doesn't matter what global players want.
And that's the part that's making me lose my fucking mind.
We lost an entire section of the MAIN STORY.
The livestream literally told us Valko's release was going to reveal more about the Aethercore—one of the biggest mysteries in Love and Deepspace and something that's been central to the plot from the very beginning.
So now what?
You think they can just delete him and nothing changes?
Do people genuinely think you can rip out an entire story arc without consequences?
Everything that was supposed to be revealed through Valko now has to be rewritten, redistributed, or outright cut. The main story is going to have to be retconned. Future updates are going to have to be reworked. Characters may have to be rewritten just to fill the gap he leaves.
If you're celebrating this because you "won," I sincerely hope you understand what you've actually cheered for.
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Summary: Fem!Reader is older than Sylus and is feeling a bit insecure about everything that comes with age. Sylus goes to reassure Reader.
Tags/TW: smut, PIV sex, kinda voyeurism, against a window. Fem!Reader. Reader calls Sylus 'daddy'. Mention of fertility concern.
A/N: This is a repost of an old work but it's just Sylus.
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“Sylus?”
“Yes, my love?”
You twisted the sleeves of his jacket around your fingers. The comforting scent of his cologne in the fabric did a little to calm your nerves. Since being engaged to Sylus, you’ve been trying harder to be more transparent with him about your concerns. Sylus had already done so much letting you into his world and being upfront of all the dangers that you will face because you stayed by his side. You didn’t want to keep him in the dark from your feelings.
“I uh… I overheard some rumors lately.” You said.
He closed his book and focused on you, his scarlet eyes glowing in the dimly lit office. “It must be pretty bad if it’s got you worked up, love. What’s it about? Who said it?”
You frowned deeply and twisted the fabric tighter around your knuckles. “They’re about me.”
Sylus’ face darkened. He sat there silently before he got out of his seat, approaching you. You weren’t scared of him. You knew his anger was directed elsewhere.
“Who was stupid enough to do such a thing?” He asked.
“It… it wasn’t just a single person…” you muttered. You looked at your hands, balled tightly into fists. “I heard that… I heard them say that I’m far too old for you. My ex… they know him. They say that you shouldn’t be involved with someone who is all… someone who is all ‘empty’ inside.”
Sylus’ jaw flexed and his eyes blazed brighter in his fury.
You still didn’t look at him. You focused on the indentation of the fabric pulled taut over the diamond ring Sylus gifted you. It was smaller than the ridiculous boulder your ex forced on you, but it was far more elegant and prettier.
Sylus had carved your ring with his complete love and adoration.
A love that you felt was better placed in someone who could give him something more worthwhile to his dynasty.
“You should marry someone younger. Someone prettier. Someone who can give you lots of children. Someone who won’t get white hair so fast and so wrinkly. Someone like…” you trailed off, watching in shock as the giant man lowered himself to his knees, still holding your hands tenderly.
“I won’t marry someone else for the sake of raising children,” Sylus gently told you. “I don’t care for that. I don’t care about marrying someone who’s younger for appearances either. I don’t want to marry you for children, I want to marry you because I love you.”
Your eyes welled with tears and you held onto him tighter.
“And so what if you will have white hair and wrinkles? Have you seen me, darling?” Sylus smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
You laughed softly and squeezed his hands. “I just… I’m just worried that others will talk… they’ll look down on you somehow for marrying a divorced woman like me.”
“Let them,” Sylus shook his head. “Let them talk. Let them look down at me. Because at the end of the day, I’ll be busy looking up at you.”
Your vision blurred even more and you pulled Sylus to his feet. You pushed yourself up on your toes and kissed him. “Yes. Yes, I will marry you, Sylus.”
“You look radiant, my love,” Sylus kissed your neck. You couldn’t turn away with his giant hand holding your face. You could only watch as he pounded you from behind. Your engagement ring shining in the reflection of the window.
You whined loudly. In five minutes, his clients were coming over to discuss new business plans. You were terrified someone would walk by the window of his giant meeting room but also devastatingly turned on by the chance that someone would come by and see you getting absolutely plowed by your fiancé.
And the thought of them walking through the door?
You blushed hard at that.
“You’ve heard those rumors, but I’ve heard much more,” Sylus growled, nipping your ear. “I’ve heard all sorts of filth and fuckery. I’ve heard of their envy,” he panted, shoving his cock deeper inside you. He shoved you up more against the glass, nearly pressing your body flush to the crystal clear window.
“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Sylus panted harshly. “And your sweet little pussy’s gotten so wet,” he licked the cone of your ear. “You want them to see, don't you? You know they’re all jealous that I get to have the ‘sexy piece of milf ass’ and they can’t?”
You gurgled his name in a loud moan.
“You like that idea, huh? You like it if they see you fall apart on daddy’s cock, don’t you, mommy?”
Your eyes rolled back while his cock drove harder and deeper into your overwhelmed cervix, relentlessly battering your insides. “Y-yes, daddy!”
“Anything for you, mommy,” Sylus hummed, thrusting harder.
Your knees buckled and Sylus had to pin you to the window, squishing your boobs against the cold glass.
Oh to be railed so hard that you're incapacitated and unable to verbalize anything but make tiny little whimpers of their name, toeing the line between begging them for more and for mercy on your poor body.
Only for them to ruin you even more and watch in pure glee as you fall apart more from their treatment, mimicking your whiny moans as they watch your eyes roll into the back of your skull.
They only continue to bully your overwhelmed sweet spot, not caring that fat tears are streaming down your cheeks and seeming to get off more than you are just by staring at your face twisted in pleasure.
They genuinely get off more from your pleasure than from their own.
They don't even care anymore that they're sore, tired, or cramping up, as long as they can wrench out more and more of that beautiful pitchy cry of their name from your swollen lips. As long as they can be marked with your come and be claimed by you. And they can mold your insides to perfectly accommodate them and only them from now on.
They don't care that you will no longer be able to use any of your toys or your own fingers to give yourself pleasure anymore. To hell with their own schedule... why waste money and time on those things when you have your lover, right here, to take care of you?
Something, something… A man who eats 🐱 for his pleasure, and he has you talk about your day at the same time but stops whenever you stop to moan and only lets you come when you finish your story or beg for it properly… something, something…
(MDNI) which pet name makes you clench the hardest - ft. Nanami
"Y-you're not gonna finger me properly? No? Okay…"
Taking a deep, shuddering breath in, you tried not to fuck your hips downwards so that you could chase the pleasure Nanami's fingers refused to give you. The blonde was half-sprawled on top of you, barely hovering with one firm bicep framing the side of your head.
How long had it been since he had come home from work and initiated spicy time with you, as you liked to call it? One hour? Two?
Time was nothing but a blur as Nanami worked two thick, deft fingers inside of you — rolling the pad of his thumb over your pert clit in tight circles.
But he had no intention of making you cum. Not yet, for he had a little experiment he wanted to try out first.
"Let me try something," he murmured, fingers still buried knuckle-deep inside of your cunt.
You nodded, brows knitting in the middle. But then Nanami spoke once more, his voice taking on a low timbre that sent heat rushing to your cheeks.
"Baby."
Your pussy clenched — just a little — around your husband's fingers. As expected. Nanami chuckled, mentally logging down the exact pressure that had squeezed at his pruning digits.
"Love?" he asked this time, thin brow raised.
You shook your head, lips tightening into a thin line so that you could suppress the breathy sounds threatening to leave you. Your body gave you away, however, giving Nanami another squeeze — harder this time.
"Stop," you whispered, your pussy now beginning to thoroughly coat his fingers in a glossy sheen of your slick.
"That's not quite right," Nanami observed, shifting himself upwards ever so slightly. His lips were against your ear now, voice low.
"Sweetie."
Clench.
"Honey?"
Squeeze.
"…darling?"
At that, your body tensed, pussy fluttering wildly around his fingers. Nanami was quick to notice the way your lips parted, a chorus of gasps and pleas leaving you. Then, your hand came up, tightly gripping Nanami's wrist in a desperate attempt to get him to move.
"There it is."
"Please, Ken. Move your fingers. I think 'm— I feel like I'm close."
"Already?"
You shook your head, face screwing slightly in embarrassment, which prompted the man to chuckle.
"Ah, I suppose I've been mean enough, darling." Nanami's voice lowered, dropping an octave as he punctuated his words with a firm curl of his fingers inside of you. He watched as your back arched, both of your breathing turning heavier when he came to his final conclusion.
Your favourite pet name he had for you was darling, and there was no doubt about it.
And so Nanami began fingering you, properly now. It was the most talkative he had ever been, with lips nipping against your ear as he talked you through the sudden burst of pleasure hitting you all at once.
"Oh, my darling," he crooned, voice smooth but laced with increasing hunger. "Is this too much? Do you like it when your husband coddles you like this?"
"Yesyesyes— wait, no. D-don't call me that—"
Nanami's fingers continued to stroke inside of you steadily, your arousal dripping down his wrist by now with each deliberate thrust. With each purred pet name sent your way, your walls squeezed involuntarily around him, before you could even register what he had just called you.
"Seems like your body— ah, you're squeezing again — knows what she needs."
A series of pecks came your way, landing on your lips and cheek and whatever bit of skin your teasing husband could reach.
He didn't even wait for you to respond, too engrossed in making you feel good. The pressure on your clit returned, Nanami's thumb working overtime to draw out every ounce of pleasure he could bring you.
"Close, darling? I can feel it." He swallowed, now lowly grunting into your ear. The slight ache in Nanami's wrist was worth it as he angled it down, stroking against that one spongy spot inside of you that had you positively writhing against him.
"Go on, make a mess all over your husband."
With Nanami's loving words of encouragement, you did — letting go until the breath left your lungs in heaving pants. The mess only grew wetter, soaking the sheets below as you came with a cry.
He could only watch with a look of utmost devotion on his face, grinding his palm against your clit in an attempt to wring out your orgasm to the fullest. And when Nanami pulled his fingers out of you with a squelch, webs of your slick glued his fingers together — snapping wetly when he pulled them apart.
"I don't think my work is done quite yet," he sighed, situating himself between your spread legs.
With two large hands on either one of your thighs, he squeezed — coaxing them onto his hips.
Something prodded you down below, hard to the touch as it moved up and down obscenely slow. Nanami gasped somewhat sharply, aching tip drooling out a fat drop of precum.
"W-what else could you possibly do now, you fiend?"
"Oh, I think you know," he muttered breathily, the sound of a belt unbuckling following shortly after.
i think nanami is used to being pretty quiet in bed. he doesn’t want to sound like a caveman when he’s blowing your back out, you know?
but when he starts dating you… well, you have a voice kink, and quiet just won’t work for you.
you breathe his name in his ear, you beg for more when he pulls back, you cry out with your head thrown back when he makes you cum. and his ears blush pinker at the tips the louder you are.
one night, when he’s been gone for a mission for nearly a week and came back and literally fell to his knees for you, his hands gripping your thighs as he stinks inside, you don’t even realize you’re moaning as he stretches you out.
“shh, baby,” he whispers, his breath hitching as you clench around him. “don’t wanna wake the neighbors.”
“s-sorry,” you whisper back breathlessly. “j-just— feels so good— don’t i make you feel good ken?”
he lets out a little chuckle, tucking his head in the crook of your neck as he starts slowly thrusting, pausing at the end so the tip of his thick cock can grind against your g-spot before he pulls back again. “of course you do, sweetheart. isn’t it obvious?”
you pout a little, though the expression is interrupted twice as your lips drop open in pleasure. “no it — nghh — it’s not. you don’t even moan when you’re inside me.” and despite the playful tone, there’s a slight edge of true hurt and insecurity.
he pulls back to look at you, hazel eyes searching your face and watching your expression start to crumple as pleasure starts to burn hotter inside you. “you really think i don’t enjoy this?”
“n-no, but—“
he cuts you off, leaning in until his lips are pressed right against your ear. the low sound of his voice, his breath on your back, his body on top of yours as he continues fucking you; it all makes you gasp, arching up into him. “you need me to make noise? need me to tell you how much i love this pussy, hm? how good it feels when you grip me — haa — that tightly?”
and for the very first time, nanami lets his moans fall from his lips right in your ear.
it’s insanely erotic, his voice only meant for you as he spills all the dirty thoughts he had of you while he was gone. how he couldn’t wait to stuff you full. how he’s going to wake you with his mouth in the morning just to have the taste on his tongue.
and as his pleasure crests like a wave, his voice pitches to a low rasp, his moans gravelly, almost pained as he fights off his impending orgasm.
“this cock is yours, baby,” he pants in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “you’ve earned it.”
you stare up at him in awe, and when he cums, his voice, breathless with pleasure as he moans sends you over the edge as well.
a/n: if he moaned in my ear i would not rest until i merged with him like a symbiote. like he would never escape me.
MDNI! This is my original work. Please do not post to another site or to AI. Thank you and happy reading!
Summary: Fem!Reader suffers from some self-esteem and Rafayel takes the matter into his own hands.
Tags/TW: smut, PIV sex, oral (fem receiving), finger fucking (fem receiving), mirror sex, protected sex, dirty talk (Rafayel calls you "dirty girl", that's it), porn not really plot. Fluff at the end (comon theme for me). Fem!Reader. Rafayel makes you say you're pretty before you can come.
A/N: If I already wrote something like this, no I didn't. :3
Also, I'm not back yet. I'm just writing to cope. ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )
Cuz what is fanfiction if not projecting?
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You always had a hard time telling yourself you were beautiful. You’d never received those types of compliments growing up, and you’ve never really paid any mind to that, living your life as normally as anyone else. You never needed to worry about stuff like that, chalking it up as just trivial admiration between lovers. You didn’t feel like you were dying to receive such compliments; you focused more on your character and work than anything.
But as you got older, you realized how appearances made or broke your reputation. Even with a strong character or a kind heart, your appearance was the first thing people noticed. That fact nagged you like a paper cut on your palm, tiny and able to be ignored until it stung and got irritated.
And when you started dating Rafayel—the elusive and illustrious Rafayel—that reality sank into you like the sharp teeth of a shark digging into a seal.
You became more conscious of your appearance around him. You saw the crowd he hung around and a sudden, overwhelming feeling that you didn’t match their “aesthetic” hit you.
You weren’t blind to the elegant and gorgeous women who fluttered around him, wanting to steal your place on his arm. You felt reassured whenever he’d squeeze your hand resting on the inner nook of his elbow and greet your gaze with a beaming, and admittedly love-sick smile.
But that thought of you not belonging in the room, not looking up to par with the other women flocking to Rafayel, grated on you.
You never questioned his deep adoration of you, never questioned his sincere and undying devotion, but you couldn’t help but wonder what drew him to you. Whenever Rafayel sang about your beauty, staring at you and gushing about how pretty you were, you meekly thanked him and got quiet when your inner voice told you he was just being “nice”.
It was cruel to twist his love and his intentions. But you struggled with accepting his words.
Yet today, it was so much harder for you to accept his words maybe because it had been a while since you both were intimate or because you were having a particularly rough day.
But whatever the reason was, it made Rafayel take matters into his own hands.
He had noticed you poking and prodding at your face and body in his bathroom, silently dissecting yourself as you turned in front of the bathroom mirror.
“Unless you’re planning on going into sculpting, I don’t think your body is the first tool for that,” Rafayel said softly.
You let go of your tummy, smoothing your hands down your skin as if you could erase all the cruel twisting and pinching you enacted on your own flesh.
“What’s going on, cutie?” He stepped into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and leaned on the counter close to you. “What’s got you so worried about your body for?”
You couldn’t find a concrete answer. You just worried your lip under your teeth and sighed softly. “Just a bad day today. That’s all.”
He quietly watched you as you rubbed the red marks of your nails on your hips away. “May I touch you?”
You took a half step closer to him. He reached out and caressed his knuckles against your stomach. Rafayel’s fingers were cool and more gentle on your body than yours had been a few seconds ago. He got off the counter and circled his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.
“Your body is a gift from the gods,” Rafayel whispered, his breath hot against your skin. His hands ran over your stretch marks and massaged your skin, igniting a flame in you.
“Your face is the result of generations of love and adoration from your ancestors.” He kissed the side of your neck.
“I am so lucky to be graced by such a beauty,” Rafayel dragged his tongue up your neck and smiled in delight when he watched you shiver. “And I’m going to treasure every single inch of you until you’re the one who’s sick of my touch,” he promised.
One hand slowly moved up to your breasts, sliding under your bra and kneading at your flesh while the other snakes under your mismatched underwear. He dragged his finger over your clit, and you nearly lurched forward from his touch.
“It’s been a while since I’ve touched you, hasn’t it?” Rafayel hummed.
You nodded.
“Then let me make up for everything you’ve been denied,” he smiled sweetly before he pushed your underwear down to your thighs.
He dipped his fingers gently inside your pussy, earning a breathless moan from you. Rafayel gathered as much slick as he could on his finger by teasing your entrance more and tugging at your nipple at the same time.
He barely brought you to your peak before he withdrew his fingers. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your slick off of his knuckles and moaning loudly as he did.
“I’ve missed your taste, darling,” Rafayel returned his hand to your pussy, gathering up more slick. He circled your clit harder. “Let me apologize for being so busy. For neglecting you, my beauty.”
You gasped and grabbed onto Rafayel tightly. He only tortured your clit more the more you squirmed around.
“Indulge me a bit, okay? Let me taste you again.”
“Please, Rafayel!” You pushed back against his hand.
“Wanna come on my tongue?”
You nodded.
“Yeah?” He asked with a smirk.
You whined in frustration.
Rafayel turned you around and lifted you onto the counter. He pulled off your underwear, tucking it into his pocket. He spread your legs apart, and without any preamble, he dragged his tongue up along your slit.
You moaned wantonly, barely catching your breath from the devastatingly warm and wet tongue prodding your slit open. Rafayel wiggled his tongue inside you, earning a pitched moan from you.
He dragged his tongue in and out slowly, his eyes rolling back before fluttering closed. He moaned loudly, the vibrations traveling through your sensitive cunt.
You knotted your fingers in his purple locks, pulling him closer. “Rafayel, don’t tease me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” He pulled away just enough to reply.
Rafayel wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it as if it were a sweet candy. You moaned louder and rolled your hips into his face.
He plunged his fingers inside you without much warning, wrenching a pornographic moan from you. The saccharine sound echoed off his bathroom walls and only made him move faster.
The sudden stretch of his fingers, curling into you and digging into your sweet spot, paired with his tongue wagging and flicking at your neglected clit brought you embarrassingly quickly to your orgasm.
It really has been too long since you’ve been touched by him, feeling like a whole eternity. (It was a week and a half).
Your moans ramping up in volume and frequency signalled to Rafayel to pump his fingers faster, sucking harder on your clit. You would normally blush at the lewd sound of him suckling on your clit and pussy as if it were candy, audibly slurping and smacking his lips against your aching sex, but you were too pent up to care.
“Oh god! Oh fuck!” You mewled.
“Not god. God’s not the one eating out your pussy, baby,” Rafayel tutted. He sucked harder on your clit, burying his fingers all the way to the knuckles, burrowing into your sweet spot with devastating precision.
“Rafayel!” You screamed.
“That’s it. That’s my name, baby.”
He fucked you on his fingers, the sloppy sounds of your pussy being finger-fucked so ferally breached the confines of the bathroom, trickling into the bedroom nearby. Your back arched sinfully as you came on his tongue, slithering back into your cunt.
Rafayel drank up your slick, his throat bobbing as he moaned with pure elation.
He parted from your sopping cunt and kissed your inner thigh reverently. He licked his lips and unbuttoned his shirt quickly.
“On your feet, cutie. I can’t wait anymore.”
You carefully climbed off the counter and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Rafayel shoved his slacks down and dug through his nearby drawers for a condom.
You waited patiently, looking over your shoulder as he rolled the condom onto his cock.
He gently pressed on your upper back with a hand and bent you over slightly. He grabbed a black bottle of lube and dribbled a bit onto your waiting cunt.
Rafayel dragged his thick cock head between your plush pussy, smearing the lubricant all over you, his mouth dropping open as his brows knit together tightly.
“F-fuck, baby,” he whimpered, easing the fat head into you. You broke into a moan from the intrusion, a rush of relief overwhelming you.
“Come on, Rafayel!” You whined.
“So impatient,” he smirked, “So needy for me.”
He pushed in all the way. You crumpled into a throat moan, falling onto your elbows. You weren’t going to last long. You’d barely started, but the sudden neediness from his lack of touch drove you closer to the edge.
“Rafayel, move, please!”
“Yes, princess. Yes,” he brokenly chanted.
Rafayel didn’t hold back, fucking you fast and hard.
He’d normally try to go slow, tease you, and make you beg for him to move, maybe even make you cry from frustration as he played unfairly, which you weren’t even sure what that exact definition was. All you knew was that he just wasn’t fucking you until you were crying from pleasure.
But today, he wasn’t holding back. Your toes barely scraped the bathroom floor with each thrust, making your body lurch on the counter. His thick cock rammed into your sweet spot each time, stuffing you so deliciously full in a way that your fingers and your toys could no longer satisfy you.
You were getting closer to your orgasm, your brain muddying into the sole thought of how good his cock felt.
“Please! Please, ‘m gonna—!” You cried out.
He stopped, making you whine loudly.
Rafayel snaked his hand under your chin and forced your face up. He smiled as he bent over and kissed your shoulder.
“Look at yourself. Don’t you see how beautiful you are?”
Your eyes were glazed over from the mounting ecstasy Rafayel was granting you. He treated you like you were his favorite canvas, decorating your neck and shoulders in his love bites and marks. Your mouth was dropped open in such a lewd “o”, letting your even more lewd sounds of bliss.
Heat rushed to your face as you took in how utterly debauched you looked, falling apart on his cock that was still stubbornly splitting you open but not granting you the sweet release that you were chasing for.
You choked up another whine trying to pull away from him, but his hand only tightened more on your jaw, holding you steady as you stared at yourself in the mirror.
“I want you to tell yourself that you are beautiful. Say it out loud, and I will let you come. Otherwise,” Rafayel shrugged, a dark smirk growing on his face, “I’ll leave you like this. And we both know you won’t be able to come without me, right, cutie?”
You grit your teeth, ready to spit back at him. He merely shifted his hips, angling his cock to dig harder into your sweet spot. Your snark instantly died, melting into a desperate moan as your lashes fluttered.
Rafayel just laughed softly. “See? You said it yourself, didn’t you, my love? You can’t seem to come with your toys anymore. ‘It’s not the same!’ you said. ‘It doesn’t feel like you!’ you said.”
His free hand slowly slithered up your side, caressing your skin under his palm before he traced the length of your spine with his nail.
“Who knew such an innocent girl like you would get so addicted to coming on my cock? Or my fingers?” He kissed your back, “Or my tongue? Such a filthy girl.”
Rafayel planted soft kisses along your back. “You’re my dirty girl. No one else will have me the way you do.”
He leaned on your back, tucking his chin on your shoulder. “How lucky I am to be with such a beautiful girl.”
Your face was now warm from the way he spoke so sincerely. For a moment, your inner voice was silent and didn’t diminish his affection. Rafayel seemed to know what you were thinking and kissed your cheek.
“Please tell yourself you’re beautiful, my love. Don’t say it to please me. Say it for yourself.”
You swallowed thickly. Your throat was a little dry from your ceaseless moaning. You braced yourself, letting the words sink in before you’d say it. You wanted to be able to believe it for yourself, not to say it to gain some kind of release.
“I’m—!”
Just as you were about to say it, Rafayel moved. He drew back and grabbed the bottle of lube nearby. He gently squeezed some on where you both were connected. You shivered as the coldness of the viscous fluid slowly dripped down your aching pussy.
“F-fuck!” You hissed.
He didn’t seem to pay any mind as he rolled his hips slowly at first. Your legs trembled as his length scraped against your fluttering walls.
Rafayel held your hip steady with a hand as he picked up the pace, picking up where he left off. He still didn’t let go of your jaw, making you still look at yourself in the mirror.
“Say it,” he ordered simply. He didn’t sound out of breath in the slightest as he fucked you hard.
You tried. Each breath you took was knocked out as his hips connected harder with yours. The blunt head of his cock ramming into your overwhelmed G-spot made your vision filled with stars.
“I’m beau—! I’m pret-ty! I’m—!” You whimpered.
Rafayel tutted, clicking his tongue against his teeth. He slowed his hips down to grind against yours. His cock mercilessly dragged against your walls at a slow pace that made you fall apart more than if he was pounding into you like he had a vendetta.
“If you have enough strength to brat at me, then you have enough strength to use your words properly, cutie,” Rafayel whispered hotly in your ear. He gently nipped at your earlobe and stared at you in the mirror. His eyes bored into yours as he dragged his tongue along the curve of your ear. “Use your words, darling. Tell yourself what you need to hear.”
Tears filled your eyes as molten pleasure rushed through your veins, fogging your brain. Any longer and you were going to be a brainless, moaning toy for him to use at his pleasure. You summoned any strength you could muster and forced the words out.
“I’m beautiful!” You cried out. “I’m so beautiful!”
“That’s my girl.”
Rafayel began pounding into you. Your eyes rolled back as you screamed in ecstasy. Your moans bounce loudly off the walls of his pristine bathroom. Your nails dug uselessly into his counter in a futile attempt to stabilize yourself.
Each merciless thrust of his hips drove you nearly mad. Your brain melted out of your ears along with your ability to talk. You babbled incessantly, unable to form your words properly between exclaiming how good he felt, how close you were to coming, and how he was making you go crazy.
Your orgasm ramped faster and harder, the familiar buzz in your veins intensifying. You weren’t sure if you were able to tell him you were close, your voice leaving as helpless whimpers on your lips, shining with drool.
Your entire body stiffened as you came. Your fluttering pussy squeezed tightly around him like a vise while your orgasm racked through your body, leaving you completely senseless.
It didn’t seem to stop him, though. Rafayel only fucked you harder, even as your walls were nearly choking his cock.
“I just—! I came! I just ca—!” Your words fell on deaf ears. His cock continued to relentlessly bully your overwhelmed pussy, molding your gummy walls to the perfect mold of his cock.
You screamed again as another orgasm barreled into you, slamming into you so hard that you couldn’t breathe. Bright specks flooded your spinning vision as you curled over, coming harder on his cock.
“That’s it. That’s it, gorgeous. Wan’ ya to milk me dry,” He panted. His words barely registered as you came a third time.
You sobbed pitifully, your pleasure so high that you no longer felt human. “Gonna— I gonna—!”
When you came this time, clear squirt sprayed all over both of your thighs and his counter. Your vision whited out as you curled tightly on his counter.
Rafayel whimpered loudly behind clenched teeth, “Fuck! Fuck, fuck!” He cried out as he came inside you.
When you came to, you could still hear the remnants of your scream echoing across his house.
He carefully pulled out and pinched his condom off, throwing it into the nearby bin. He draped himself over you, enveloping your trembling body to the counter with his own. His weight pressed down on you comfortably, slowly bringing you back to earth.
“You okay?” his voice cooed in your ear. You nodded, unable to form words just yet.
“Wanna wash up?”
You nodded again.
Rafayel wrapped his arms around you, gently lifting you off the counter in a princess carry. He walked you over to the bath and sat on the side, still cradling you as he filled up the massive tub.
You curled more into him. You were dangerously close to falling asleep from how comfortable you felt, perfectly fitting against his body and drinking in the warmth of his skin. You hummed in contentment when he kissed your forehead. You lifted your head and kissed his cheek, nuzzling into his neck after.
“You’re so cute,” he chuckled.
“Hmph,” you grumbled.
“You’re cuter when you’re pouting.”
“Hmph.” You harrumphed louder, the pout on your face growing deeper.
That made Rafayel laugh even brighter. He planted kisses all over your face, humming his sweet adoration against your skin each time.
“I love you, my beautiful girl,” he whispered against your lips.
You tilted your head slightly and pressed your lips a little more against his. “I love you too, my pretty fishie.”
Nanami loves watching you do your hair and I mean loves it. He loves the effort and little details you put into your cute little hair style, but what he loves most about it is ruining it in bed. Nanami adores when you beg and cry for more while he thrusts from behind along with messing up your hair you spent so long on :(
MDNI! This is my original work. Please do not post to another site or to AI. Thank you and happy reading!
Summary: Jason Todd reassures Reader about a close friend of his.
TW/Tags: Smut, some angst, some fluff; Fem!Reader; Overthinking!Reader, insecurities and jealousy mentioned; supportive Jason; Jason is a good lover; Reader needs to talk about their feelings; PIV sex, cunnilingus, fingering, backshots, missionary, edging; Porn with plot (technically)
A/N: This was a therapeutic piece for me. Also, I’m not entirely back yet, but enjoy this show.
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“How badly did you miss me?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. You drank in the way he was looking at you, so decadently soft. Like you were something so precious to him. Like you were the only one in the world for him.
“So much, doll,” He whispered, leaning in closer to kiss you, his shuddered breath dancing across your lips, “So, so much…”
You raised your hand and cupped them gently over his lips. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Jason nodded, kissing your palm, unbothered by the barrier of your hand between where he wanted to kiss you so desperately. The air in his apartment became so thick with want, electrifying and igniting your need for him.
It was your choice to withhold from kissing him. You had been busy and during that time, you got sick. Not wanting to spread the sickness to him, you abstained from kissing your lover at least until you were much better than you were before.
Unfortunately, during that time that you were unable to be intimate with your lover, you noticed that he was texting another person often. You hadn’t meant to pry, but you noticed that the second that the notification came in, he’d click on it faster than he’d click on yours. That and in his messages, there were two people pinned. You and her.
Jason wasn’t that close with many people. He didn’t even have his family pinned in his messages.
But he had you there. And he had her there.
You really didn’t want to seem jealous and insecure. Maybe this was just someone that he was really close with and needed to get information urgently from. It was part of his work anyway.
And then you glanced at the name.
“Artemis.”
You didn’t want to ask him about it, again, not wanting to seem like the insecure lover that you were. But you’ve seen her name time and time again on the dashboard of his car. His phone was connected to the car, and any notification he got, you’d see who it was from. But you’d never see the message.
At first, you chalked it up to his work associate. Someone he had to work with a lot, and why he was getting messages from her often. Maybe she was his best friend. It was normal. Besides, one of your best friends was a guy. And Jason had a lot of associates. He knew them from work and from his past, but you knew enough from what he’s told you.
It’s just that he never mentioned her. He’s mentioned other people in his life, and you’ve met a few of them already.
You met Roy, his work associate, whom he “lovingly”, or as lovingly as a vigilante could, deemed as a “piece of work”. You met Barbara and Dick, though you could tell there was a little tension between Jason and Dick.
You’ve never met Artemis. You’ve never heard of her. He’s never mentioned her.
And yet you’ve seen her name more times than you’ve heard him utter Roy’s.
You swallowed your fears that he was seeing her behind your back. Or that you were the other woman.
Or that she was his ex, and you were the rebound.
Your mind began to whirl dangerously, spiraling deeper and deeper until those thoughts made your chest ache so bad. It struck you so bad that night that you sat up and massaged your chest.
“My chest feels weird,” you whispered.
“What’s that?” Jason asked.
“My chest feels funny,” you said again, a little louder and massaging your chest harder. Trying desperately to massage away that sickening feeling that festered too deeply to be a mere passing thought and lingered too long that it made you fear it was your “gut instinct”.
Jason instantly shot up from where he was sitting and pulled you close to him. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked frantically, feeling your chest for any irregular beats.
“I’m fine, honey!” You instinctively replied, wanting him not get into a desperate panic over you. “I’m okay!” You hugged him. Jason instantly slotted his ear against your chest, listening silently. His arms were gripping you like you were going to suddenly disappear in a cloud of smoke if he even loosened his muscles slightly.
Your mind began to cruelly torment you.
Who was Artemis? Why was she pinned next to you in his messages? Why did he respond faster to her? Was she his other woman? Was she at all like you? Why were her notifications more persistent?
Your mind began to cruelly trick you, twisting your stomach into tighter knots. When he asked you what was wrong, what made your heart hurt, you lied and told him that the state of Gotham and its politics were scaring you.
And he apologized for bringing it up.
And yet your mind still spiraled.
Why was Jason more distant with you? Why did it take him so long to respond? Why was it often that he’d respond and text longer to his associates and not with you? Was he tired of you? Were you that uninteresting to him?
You violently shook those thoughts from planting too deeply. You knew he had extremely valid reasons for that distance.
He was a vigilante for fuck’s sake. He was busy because he was cleaning the streets of Gotham. It took him forever to respond because he was working. He needed to be in a safe place before he could respond to you. He texted his associates a lot more than you because that was part of his work. He needed to be in contact with them often.
Jason has time and time again told you that you were incredibly precious to him. Seeing you sad was utterly devastating to him. If you were as uninteresting as you told yourself, he wouldn’t have ever considered being with you.
And yet your thoughts nagged at you. The human brain is an incredibly beautiful and delicate organ, able to form thoughts faster than light and digest information even before you’ve made a conscious effort to memorize it.
And yet it was the most volatile and evil organ. Able to be tricked and twisted into corrupting the sweet love and reassurances you shared with your beloved into evil thoughts that everything he did was hollow and just a trick.
All for her.
“Darling?”
You blinked quickly.
Jason looked up at you with his brows twisted tightly in a deep frown. His eyes suddenly became serious again. “Darling, are you okay? You were spacing out for a really long time.”
You pulled your hand away from his mouth. You tried to tell him, your words barely leaving your mouth, when your heart clenched harshly. You winced and massaged your chest.
That action caused a burst of panic to cross over his face.
Jason reached up and tried to massage the pain away, but you took a half step back. “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you having a heart attack?”
“No,” you shook your head, nearly bruising your chest with how hard you were massaging it. The pain only bloomed more.
You had to tell him. You needed to tell him. That was what you and he agreed on at the beginning of your relationship. That you’d tell each other everything and work on growing together instead of running from your feelings when it gets hard.
You swallowed and looked at him.
Jason was still watching you with fear laced deep in his features. His eyes never leaving your face, and his hands twitching as if he was fighting the urge to pull you in and hold you, to shield you from whatever was tormenting you.
If only he could reach inside your brain and shut off those thoughts. If only he could reach inside your heart and physically mend what was broken previously.
You were your own villain. You were twisting your precious love and turning it into something more sinister. And you knew it was irrational. But that fear of being replaced, of never being someone else’s priority, of being cast aside once your worth was used up… it ate at you viciously and relentlessly. And it only grew the longer her name was spelled out longer, the letters carving deep into your psyche.
“Who’s Artemis?” You blurted out.
A flicker of confusion flashed across his face momentarily. “What?”
“Who’s…” You tried again, your voice suddenly quieting down. You were in it now. You can’t back out once it’s been said.
“Who’s Artemis, Jason?” You asked. “I’ve… I’m just curious because I’ve been seeing her name pop up a lot on your car’s dashboard. And your phone. And in your texts,” You then quickly rambled, “I really wasn’t trying to dig into it, but I just glanced over at your screen and noticed that you had her pinned in your messages next to me, and—”
“Wait, baby,” Jason said gently. He reached out and pulled you back to him, his hands caressing your back in a soothing manner. “Take a breath. You’re rambling really fast and I can’t understand you.”
You pinched your breath off and held your breath. Your heart was racing a million miles an hour. You felt your skin practically pulsating, as if it were trying to escape you.
“Take a deep breath. In,” Jason instructed. You did and he breathed in deeply with you. “And out.” You both exhaled. “And in…”
You remembered him doing this when you had called in a panic, sobbing on the phone about your work schedule. And Jason, bless him, stayed with you on the phone, instructing you to breathe in and out carefully until your head stopped spinning with cruel thoughts.
“There we go,” he said, rubbing your back. “Do you feel a little better?”
You nodded, still holding your chest, but not from the pain. You didn’t know what to do with your hands. And it felt like you were giving your heart a bit of a shield from your mind.
“Now, start slowly from the beginning. Tell me everything, my angel.”
You swallowed thickly, taking a moment before piecing your words in a cohesive and unaccusatory way.
“I would like to know who Artemis is. I just wanted to know who she was because I’ve seen her name show up on your car’s dashboard since early on in our relationship. And because I think I saw her pinned next to my contact in your messages. You’ve never mentioned her before, but I have noticed her notifications come in often,” You said as evenly as you could.
Jason nodded, listening intently as his gaze still held you with intense concentration.
“I just want reassurance that she isn’t someone else in the relationship. I want reassurance that she is truly just a friend and not someone more to you,” You finally let your heart spill your concerns. You felt the scabs breaking away as the wounds opened fresh. “I know that you are busy and that you talk to many more people than I do, but I want…” You took a quick breath. “I want to be selfish and ask that I am your priority. Just check in with me, respond to me faster, and just…” You trailed off.
Jason was doing more than enough already. To ask more was—
“What else would you like me to do, my love?” Jason asked, quietly pulling you out before you could drown in your mind again.
Your heart ached, but it wasn’t with the ugly jealousy from before. It ached with overwhelming tenderness that he was truly listening.
“I just want to make sure that I am the only one you love and prioritize in this aspect of your life,” you said, your throat tight as tears welled in your eyes. “I think I just need more reassurance in that.”
Jason sat there quietly, still holding you close and watching you with his deep and thoughtful eyes.
He nodded and moved a hand away from your back. He grabbed his phone and opened up his messages. He turned the screen to you.
Sure enough, it was her pinned next to you. You stared at the screen a little longer, taking in her profile picture, before he nudged his phone into your hand.
“You can read through my messages with her. You can read everything,” Jason said.
You shakily held his phone in both hands and read the most recent messages. Sure enough, it was all about work. Not an ounce of romance or romantic tension was felt in their texts. It read exactly like the texts between you and your best friends.
“She is one of my close friends. We were work associates, but I felt close enough to her that I decided to pin her. We’re closer than I am with Roy. That’s why. But there are absolutely no romantic feelings between us,” Jason said.
You looked at him.
Jason was staring at you intently, letting his words sink in deliberately. “I didn’t tell you about her because I thought that, because a very clear and platonic boundary was between Artemis and me, it was clear with you too. But I realize now that I was wrong in assuming that. I should have told you from the beginning so you wouldn’t spiral so much. I’m sorry.”
You opened your mouth to refute, but he gently raised his hand.
“Please let me explain everything, sweetheart.”
You nodded and focused on him, no longer looking at his phone.
“I assure you: Artemis and I are only friends. She is not an ex-fling. She is not anyone more to me. You are the only one I love.” Jason said. “But I will unpin her contact because you were uncomfortable with it.”
You nodded, your eyes still brimming with tears. “I don’t want you to lose your friend, though.”
“I won’t, honey. But I will be clearer about where we stand.” Jason shook his head. “I wish you had told me this sooner. I don’t want you to ever suffer alone. But I am grateful that you are telling me now,” Jason said softly.
His lips turned down slightly, and he looked away briefly before turning back to you. His eyes barely shielded his pain. “I have to admit that I am a little hurt that you would assume that there was someone else. Did you think that everything I said to you, every promise, every moment between us, was for someone else?”
You bit down on your cheek. You looked away as the shame boiled hot under your skin. You felt like you were six again, getting yelled at for crying a little too loudly. There was so much shame in being caught.
But you pushed past that ego. You nodded.
“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I’m really sorry. I let my insecurities, my fears… I let all of that take over.” You looked at Jason again. “I know that you are being honest in your business, and I know that you mean everything you said. I’m so sorry I let my insecurities take over.”
Jason wrapped his arms around you and ran his hands up and down your back. “Thank you. Thank you for telling me this.”
You put his phone away and held his shoulders. You both were silent. The air in his apartment became thick with both of your open wounds, and yet tapering into a softer understanding. It wasn’t quite forgiveness yet. But it was close.
You looked at him. “I’m sorry for assuming, Jason.”
He nodded. “I’m sorry for assuming, too.” he whispered your name so reverently, like you were his final grace. “From now on, I will put more effort into responding to you. You have always been my priority, but now I’m going to show you, not tell you.”
“Thank you,” you replied.
“Please,” he held you a little tighter, “Please, please tell me immediately when you feel like this. When you feel any ounce of discomfort at all. Please don’t let it fester.”
You nodded. “I will.”
“Promise?” His hands squeezed your waist gently.
“I promise,” you squeezed his shoulders.
Jason let out a slow breath softly. “Thank you.”
You both went quiet again. The air was finally eased of the ache and soft with your rekindled promises.
You rubbed his shoulders, awkwardness finding its familiar place back in your bones. “I’m sorry for ruining the moment.”
“Don’t be. I would rather you do that than be in discomfort and spiraling when I make love to you,” Jason shook his head. “I know how you said that you needed to be in the right headspace for sex to feel good for you. I’m terrified of ever making you feel discomfort.”
You hugged Jason, squeezing him tightly to you. Jason wrapped his arms completely around you, pressing his face against your stomach. He kissed you over your shirt and exhaled deeply.
“I missed you,” you said.
“I missed you, too,” Jason replied. He loosened his hold slightly and looked up at you. “I missed you so much. It’s been absolute hell without you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Can I kiss you now, or is social distancing still mandated between us?” He smiled.
“I don’t think there was any social distancing when you decided to fuck me so hard after my work presentation,” you smiled.
“Oh yeah,” he hummed. “I did do that.” Jason only smiled smugly, his hands traveling to the hem of your shirt. His fingers began to dance along your skin. “Well, I figured I had to reward my darling for doing so well at your presentation.”
“Uh huh…” you raised an eyebrow. “You were turned on by me being all ‘professor’ with you?”
“Would you hate me if I said ‘yes’?” Jason slipped his hand under your shirt, slowly crawling up along your spine.
“Freak.”
“You made me this way, darling,” Jason purred.
“I am a little proud of that,” You laughed, breaking off in a soft moan when his fingers dragged down your back.
“Of course you’d be,” Jason smirked, “My dirty girl,” He kissed your chest before he undid your bra with one hand.
You shrugged it off and tossed it aside as he lifted your shirt. Jason kissed your breasts reverently before he kissed where your heart was. He looked up at you from under his lashes before moving his mouth to your nipples.
He poked his tongue out and gave a tentative lick. When you shuddered, breaking into a breathless moan, Jason opened his mouth and latched onto your nipple, sucking at the bud while rolling his tongue around it.
Your legs trembled as pleasure washed over your body. You whined, slotting your fingers in his hair and pulling gently.
Jason pulled back and you nearly protested when he undid your skirt, letting it fall to the ground. He dragged his hands up your thighs before sliding over your panties. He easily cupped your aching pussy in one hand and began to roll your clit under his thumb. He watched as you squirmed from the feeling of his hands on you, his calloused palms scratching you and melting your brain into pleasure.
“You like my hands a lot, don’t you, princess?” He smiled. He already knew the answer to that. He just liked hearing you say it.
“Yeah,” You choked in a breathless gasp. “I do.”
He hummed, the sound low and deep from his chest. “Let me show my princess how much I want her. How much I need her and her pretty little pussy,” Jason pressed his thumb harder, making you tremble in his arms.
“Let me show you how much I mean it when I say that you are the only one I need.” Jason said.
He rubbed his fingers along the dampening gusset of your panties, lazily circling his thumb around your clit, applying the right amount of pressure to work you up but not enough to get you to come. The pleasure began to dully pulse through your entire body.
You broke into soft whimpers and tried to stay still for him to deal out his treatment. But he was stubbornly refusing to go faster or harder, or for fuck’s sake, just fuck you rough like the way you wanted him to.
You rolled your hips tentatively against his hand when he suddenly stopped. You whined loudly and grabbed his hair a little harshly. “Why’d you stop?” You grumbled.
“What do you want, princess?” Jason asked. “Why don’t you say what you really want? I’ll give it all to you if you just say ‘please’.”
You huffed but realized that he wasn’t budging. You tried to move your hips but he only withdrew his hand and massaged your thigh.
“Fuck, Jason,” you hissed, feeling a little petty from him teasing you. You grabbed his hair harder and tugged slightly, looking down at him with a frown. Jason groaned softly at the sensation, his eyes darkening slightly.
“I want you to fuck me like I’m the only person you ever wanted and will ever want. I don’t want you to hold back at all. I want you to use me. I want you to prove to me that you’re mine.”
You let your possessiveness slip. You let the ugliness rear its head again slightly.
But that was quickly snuffed out when you saw Jason’s lips pull back in that dangerous smirk. The same dangerous smirk that told you he was not going to play fair and leave you begging and crying for him. His canine glinted in the dull light of his apartment as he tilted his head, looking at you from under his lashes.
“You’re missing the magic word, princess.” He hummed in a dangerously low note.
Your stomach fluttered as the wanton pleasure took over. You pulled his head closer by his hair, careful not to hurt him too badly.
“Please.”
And with that word, Jason hoisted you up. You yelped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he carried you to the bedroom.
He unceremoniously dumped you on his bed and yanked your panties clean off of you before you could even recalibrate about where you were.
Jason ripped his shirt off over his head before shoving your legs apart, leaving your pussy completely bare for him to admire.
You instinctively tried to cover yourself because of how flustered you got under his intense inspection.
He swatted at your hands and tutted, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Move your hands,” He ordered.
You obediently moved them away and clung to your shirt for dear life as Jason kept staring at your increasingly wet pussy.
You squirmed under his gaze, but Jason only wrenched your thighs open more. He bent down and looked up at you, holding eye contact as he dragged his tongue up along your slit.
A broken moan escaped you, and you tried to close your legs, but his giant hands easily pinned you open.
Jason licked you again and drew out a louder moan when he rolled his tongue around your aching clit. He flicked his tongue several times over your clit and watched intensely as you tried to shy away from his gaze.
“You look away from me, and I won’t let you come at all tonight, princess,” Jason warned. He said that with absolute certainty. And you were a fool to doubt his words again.
“Keep your eyes on me. If at any point you try to hide your face, your moans, or from me, I will stop immediately and not let you come until tomorrow night.”
Dread filled you at the thought of being left so high and dry by Jason. The intensity of his dark gaze told you that he was not joking around a bit.
“Okay,” you nodded.
“Good girl,” he cooed.
You melted under his praise and let him get back to his work.
Jason ran his fingers up and down your soaking pussy before he pushed two fingers in immediately to the knuckles. You arched your back as a strangled moan ripped from you. Being stretched open so suddenly short-circuited your brain, and you gave into the pleasure he was administering to you.
He wrapped his lips around your clit and lazily dragged his tongue up and down the bud, drinking in the way that you were squirming on his fingers. You couldn’t look away, too captivated by what he was doing to you so easily.
He curled his fingers, digging his calloused fingertips into the soft spot inside you. You shuddered, a loud moan and nearly tore holes in your shirt to fight yourself from hiding your moans or your face. Louder and whinier moans began to tumble from your lips as his fingers moved faster.
But it still wasn’t at the pace or the pressure that you’d be able to come from.
“Jason,” You whined.
“Hm?” He hummed around your clit, sending electrifying bursts of pleasure through your veins. “Use your words, baby,” He unlatched from your clit and kissed your inner thigh. “What do you want?”
“Please, can I come?” You whimpered, “Please, I wanna come.”
“Aw, baby…” Jason cooed. He sped up his fingers, finally curling his fingers into you and digging into your sweet spot. “You are so cute.”
You broke into louder moans and arched your back for him to easily access that spot. Your head began to fog up with pleasure, your mind melting into a singular thought of how good he was making you feel.
Just as the pleasure built up to its peak, just as you were about to snap under the molten pleasure singing through your veins, Jason stopped.
You cried loudly and huffed as he pulled his hand away. “Why’d you stop?” You cried again.
Jason ignored you as he licked his fingers clean. He moaned from the taste of your slick on his tongue.
“Not yet,” he said. “I want to edge you. You don’t get to come just yet until I’ve had my fill.”
“Well, you still haven’t kissed me yet,” you pouted, breathing heavily.
Jason smiled, his lips still shiny with your slick. “Well, forgive me, princess, for my neglect.” He caught your lips in a heated kiss and you pulled him closer, moaning from the taste of yourself on his tongue.
You forgot how incredible it felt to kiss Jason, and you weren’t the only one being lost in the pleasure.
Jason was kissing you like you were his breath on this forsaken planet. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to you. You moaned wantonly with each kiss.
His hands moved up and down your body, mapping out your curves as if he was trying to memorize every detail of your body.
He slipped between your thighs again and easily pushed his fingers inside you. You cried out, still locked against his lips.
Jason began to finger you fast and hard, bringing you quickly up to your climax. Your head began to spin wildly from the overwhelming and sudden burst of pleasure. You whined louder in his mouth and just as you were about to come, he pulled his fingers out.
You clawed at his shoulders in protest and whined your complaints loudly. “Please, please, please, can I come?” You babbled.
“Not yet,” he tutted.
You huffed and were about to complain again when he kissed you harder. He got you to slowly come down from the dizzying high before he plunged his fingers in you again, administering his thumb on your clit.
You broke from his lips as more desperate moans poured from you. He let you buck your hips helplessly on his hand, watching you intently as you tried to get off. And then cruelly pulled his fingers away.
You nearly screamed from his torture, tears welling up in your eyes as you looked at him.
“You’re not playing fair!” You sniffled. “You’re not being fair, Jason! I just want to come!”
“Then you’re going to come on my cock like a good girl,” Jason demanded.
You nodded, too pent up to debate how you wanted to play with him. “Please, I want to come on your cock. Please.”
“You’re such a dirty girl,” Jason smirked. “You’re my dirty girl. My girl,” he bent down and kissed you.
You clung to him as you eagerly kissed him back.
He pulled your shirt off before moving on to undoing his belt. He shoved his pants off, throwing them onto a nearby chair. Jason got up and went to his drawer, grabbing a condom.
You lie in bed, waiting for him patiently, the pleasure still dully pumping through your body.
Jason rolled a condom over his thick cock and then rejoined you on his bed. He guided you onto your hands and knees. You arched your back and pressed your chest against his mattress.
“You ready?” He asked, sounding rather breathless. He dragged his cock up and down your pussy, pushing your folds open more. You whined and pushed back on his cock.
“Please, Jason. I want you,” You moaned.
“Hold still for me, baby.” Jason placed a hand on your back, keeping you arched for him. You stilled and let him guide his cock inside you. Your breath caught when you felt the thick head pushing inside you. You choked on another gasp when he pushed inside you, the thick girth of his cock forcing you open.
You lie there trying to catch your breath and not squirm too much. You clawed at his sheets, still not used to how dizzying it felt when he was buried inside you.
Jason pulled back slightly and then pushed back in. His cock began to grind against your sweet spots, drawing out more desperate moans from you. You were already too pent up and so wet from him refusing to let you come that you nearly crashed hard into your climax.
Your helpless moans echoed loudly around his room, and if you had half a mind left, you’d be worried for his neighbors calling the cops on Jason. But you didn’t care, not when Jason’s deliciously sinful cock was pounding so hard and deep inside you.
The mushroomed tip of his cock was hammering hard against your sweet spot, forcing more pathetic sounds from you. The air was punctuated with your needy moans.
Just as you were about to come, clawing at the sheets and moaning even more pathetically than before, Jason stopped.
You screamed in frustration and kicked his thighs with your heels. “Please, Jason! Please, please, please, I want to come so bad!” You sobbed. “I wanna come, please, I’ll be good! I wanna come!” You shamelessly wailed.
“I know, honey, I know,” Jason panted, sounding just as desperate as you. He kissed the top of your head as you trembled under him, still desperately whimpering. “Just a little bit more, okay? Just a little bit more.”
You sobbed in desperation but nodded. “Please, I’ll be good.”
“You are, princess. You’re such a good girl. You’re my good girl,” Jason panted. Just as you thought he was going to continue, he pulled out.
You didn’t get to protest when he moved you onto your back. You looked up at him and watched as he pulled your legs against his chest, hooking your ankles on his shoulders.
He dragged his cock between your slick pussy and pushed his cock back inside you. A loud moan shattered from your lips as he filled you back up again.
Jason hooked your legs over his elbows, bending you in a deep mating press. Your mind completely melted. You reflexively covered your face when he groaned.
“No, no, no.” He let go of your legs, but kept you bent by pressing his body down more on you. He grabbed your wrists in one of his hands and held your jaw with the other, forcing you to look at him. “You look away, you don’t get to come. And you and I don’t want that to happen tonight.”
You nodded, squirming under him to try to get him to move.
“Eyes on me. You only get to come if you keep your eyes on me,” Jason rolled his hips and thrusted in you.
You moaned, but he squeezed your face.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes, yes, I will! I’ll look at you!” You cried out.
“Good. Because you’re the only one I want to look at,” He began to thrust faster, still not letting go of your hands or your face. “The only one I want. The only one for me. There is no one else. No one.”
You cried out louder than when you were on your hands and knees. His cock was grinding so much harder and faster against your sweet spot. He was staring so intensely at you and refusing to let you budge from under him, forcing you to take the pleasure scalding through your veins. You didn’t last very long, breaking into breathless sobs.
“Jason, please, please, can I come? Can I come now? I wanna come!” You sobbed.
Jason panted harshly but nodded, the wetness of your hips connecting echoing through the thick air of his bedroom.
“Come for me. Come on my cock, princess.”
You screamed loudly as your orgasm crashed through you, your mind completely blanking, flooding with stars as you came. Your cunt squeezed around his cock, clenching around him hard.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come! I’m coming too!” Jason cried. He gave a few deep thrusts before he came in the condom. His eyes fluttered closed as his hips bucked a few times against yours.
You both lay there, breathing heavily as you came down from your high.
Jason let go of your wrists, but you didn’t bring your arms down yet.
He pulled out carefully and pinched his condom off. “Fuuck, princess. You made me come so much. Look,” He tied off the condom and showed you the rubber, shining with your cum.
You blushed from embarrassment and tucked your face into your elbow. “Ah, geez…”
“Ah, geez…” he laughed softly before tossing the condom into the trash bin next to his bed. “How romantic.”
“What can I say?” You smiled tiredly, “I’m such a romantic.”
“You are,” Jason said. But it wasn’t laced with sarcasm. He laid on the bed next to you, pulling you close in a hug. You curled into him, running your hands over his chest, still flushed and shiny with his sweat.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah. That felt really good.”
“Good. I’m glad,” Jason kissed your forehead, not minding the sweat that beaded there. He kissed your face all over until he met your lips again. “I love you.”
The doubt never crept back in your mind. You basked in his embrace and his love.
“I love you too,” you replied and kissed him back.
You both lay there as comfortable silence took over the apartment.
