Ari ✨️

You leaned against the dark green table, staring glumly at your friend across the room who had ditched you to talk to some guy twenty minutes ago, promising she was “just getting his number.” You watched your friend laugh loudly, placing her hand on his shoulder, her red lipstick bright in the dim bar light. 

Yeah, she wasn’t coming back any time soon.

The cue was smooth and hard between your fingers as you lifted it back into position, and you bent low as you aimed at the cue ball, trying for the same green six. 

Deep breath, two. Pull back, aim. Shoot.

This one was closer. It actually hit the six, but instead of hitting it in—somehow—it knocked it to the side, causing it to spin loosely along the table until it came to a slow stop.

You groaned, leaning heavily on your pool cue as you stared at the evil ball. “How can I be so bad?” You muttered. 

“For starters, your bridge is terrible.”

A voice sounded behind you, and you whirled around to find a man leaning against the railing on the stairs leading down to the pool area, a smirk on his face. He was gorgeous: tan skin, blonde hair, a black button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing lean forearms and slender fingers that twitched slightly at the ends—as if he was used to fidgeting with something that wasn’t there. His pants were black too, making him look like an elegant shadow beside the brightness of his hair.

You blinked. “My bridge?”

He walked down the steps, his silver necklace brushing against his exposed collarbone. “Your bridge, the way you make a base for the cue with your hand. It’s unsteady; you’ll never shoot straight if you don’t have a firm base.” He grabbed another pool cue from the wall and leaned over the table, placing the hardwood between his thumb and index finger. He moved it slightly, and you watched as the cue moved forward, not even a little wobbly.

“See?” He said. He moved around the table and hit the cue ball toward the orange five on the other side of the table, sinking it into the pocket.

When he did it, it looked like the easiest thing in the world. 

“Now you try.” He nodded at the cue still gripped between your fingers, a strand of his blonde hair falling out of its slicked-back style. 

You sucked in your bottom lip, feeling heat creeping up your neck. You had no interest in embarrassing yourself in front of some hot guy, but he was looking at you intently, clearly determined to help you. There was no backing out.

You picked up your cue and leaned down, aiming for the blue two in front of the side pocket. You tried to copy his hand placement, sliding the smooth wood between your fingers. It felt a bit more stable, but as you shot, the cue wobbled to the side, making the ball spin off course.

“Better,” he said. He moved towards you and motioned for you to get in position, and when you did, you felt him behind you, his body a warm pillar as he leaned over you. He put his arms on either side of you, guiding your hands with his own. His fingers brushed your knuckles as he shifted them against the green turf, and you felt your entire body heating up at the proximity. 

“Like…this.” His hot breath bloomed against your neck. “Move the cue around, feel the difference.”

You pushed the cue as if you were hitting a ball, and your eyes widened at how much better it felt. The pole felt controlled, precise, completely different from the shaky awkwardness of before.

“Wow,” you said, “that’s…a lot better.”

The man hadn’t moved from behind you; he only retracted his arms, letting you position the cue freely. He leaned against the table. “No problem, try it out.”

You picked up the cue ball and placed it in front of your nemesis: the green six. You lowered your head, recreating the same steady bridge with your hand he had shown you. Same ritual: deep breath, two, pull back, shoot. 

The white ball hit the green six squarely in the center with a satisfying clack, sending it flying into the corner pocket. 

You gasped, “I did it!”

The man chuckled. “There you go, see? You’re not bad.”

You smiled, meeting his eyes. “Without you, I am.”

He nodded, smiling slightly, and the expression made your stomach flutter. “Happy to be of service.”

You shifted on your feet, looking around and noticing that the two of you were the only ones in the pool area, quiet, except for the distant bar chatter echoing in the dim greenish glow.

“So…you come here often?” You asked, hating the cheesy line the second you said it.

But he seemed to like it, because he laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, and you noticed the silver glint of his watch on his wrist. It looked expensive. “Yeah, I’m here pretty often.” 

“You got a name?”

He smiled. “I do, it’s Jay.”

“I’m y/n.”

“Pleasure,” Jay said. “Are you here alone?”

“Oh no, my friend is here.” You gestured at the bar, where your friend was, and you coughed when you noticed she and the guy had started an intense makeout session, not noticing the bartender shooting them dirty looks.

Jay smirked. “Seems like she’s having more fun than you are.”

You scoffed. “I’m used to it; she’s always been more…social. But I’m having a perfectly good time working on my pool game.”

“Oh yeah, it seemed like it was going really well.” His eyes ran down your figure—so fast you almost missed it—but it was enough to make you hyperaware of how your black halter top fit around your neck. Suddenly constrictive as a thin layer of sweat coated your hands. 

You shrugged. “I would have figured it out.”

“Oh, so should I leave? Give you more space to ‘figure it out?’” 

You laughed softly, your cheeks hot. “I guess you’re sort of helpful, besides…there’s space.”

Jay’s eyes darted around the vacant tables. “I guess there is.”

You stared at each other, a tension settling in the air that made your skin prickle.

“You know, if you really want to get better…I could teach you.” Jay said after a moment.

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He smiled, running a hand through his blonde hair. “Yeah, I’ve been told I have some skills, so if you want to be uh—” he glanced at your friend at the bar, still locking lips with the guy, “—social, you could come by tomorrow, and I’ll teach you.”

“Here?”

Jay chuckled. “Yeah, why? Are these tables not to your liking?”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, his tan skin almost glowing in the warm light, and the way he looked at you was making it hard to speak straight. “N-no, they’re really nice; it’s one of the nicest bars I’ve been to actually.”

“Great, does 9 pm work?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at his lips. “Sounds good.”

He noticed, his eyes darkening slightly. “Perfect.”

Just then, your friend came bounding down the stairs, face flushed and hair messy. “Hey, sorry about that, I got distracted.” She glanced at Jay, and one look at his dark clothes and blonde hair and her entire face changed. “Oh, hello, do you two know each other?”

You shook your head. “No, we just met; this is Jay.”

“Jay…” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, smiling sweetly. “Where have you been hiding?”

Jay chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. “Alright, I think it’s time to call it for the night.” You grabbed your friend's hand and started walking towards the stairs. “It was nice meeting you, Jay.”

He nodded, his unfairly bright smile finding its way back to his lips. “Likewise, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Your friend asked, looking between you, “What’s tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you whispered, dragging her away, the smile on your face so wide it almost hurt. 

The next night, you walked into the bar wearing a black sheer top over a jean skirt, your heart beating out of your chest with nerves.

All day you’d been thinking of him: the way his eyes ran down your figure, the way his breath felt on your neck, and how you weren’t quite sure you were going to be able to make it through a whole night with him.

Now, as the familiar lights washed over you and the low sounds of laughter wafted through the room, you felt a new wave of fear rip through you, creating a full-body shiver. What if he stood you up? What if he was a weirdo? What if he turned out to be a serial killer? Or the favorite anxiety thought: What if you hallucinated him?

You walked in and awkwardly shuffled towards the pool tables, glancing over the side of the railing as you searched for a flash of his blonde hair. But you only spotted a couple of college guys and a pair of tough-looking older men wearing leather jackets, bright-colored patches adorning every inch.

You checked your watch. 8:59

Maybe you were too on time? You tended to arrive at places earlier than people expected you, much to many of your friends' annoyance. “10:00 means 10:15 y/n; you just say it earlier because everyone’s always late!”

You were never late.

You fiddled with your purse, glancing between the bar and the pool tables, debating between ordering a drink and warming up with a few ball hits to make yourself look a little less bad in front of Jay. 

Then a hand rested on your back.

You jumped, turning to find Jay looking down at you, dressed in a casual black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a smile already on his face. “You’re right on time.”

You smiled back, your skin tingling from his hand on your back. “I thought I was early.”

“Nothing wrong with being early, just means more time for our lesson.” He smirked, “Come on, it’s a bit crowded out here; I got a table in the back.”

“The back?” You asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought this was the only room.”

“For most people, but you’re my guest.” He started walking away, motioning for you to follow.

You hesitated, looking over at the public tables that were now full, the place bustling with activity. You knew you shouldn’t go somewhere private with some guy you barely knew, but Jay felt so safe, so steady, and before you could think too hard, you were walking after him. 

He moved through the room seamlessly, and you tilted your head when you saw the bartender nod at him.

Jay led you to a dark wooden door at the back of the room, and your eyes widened when you saw the large white sign on the door adorned with bold black letters: PRIVATE, DO NOT ENTER. 

He opened it and motioned for you to go ahead of him.

You stared at him. “Do you…work here?”

He chuckled, looking between you and the door. “y/n, I’m the owner.”

Your eyes widened like saucers. “What?”

He leaned against the threshold, brushing a hand through his hair, peering into the bar behind you. “Yeah, the whole place is mine. Does that change anything?”

“N-no, I’m just-” You laughed. “-I thought you were a normal guy.”

He smiled, and his eyes dropped to your lips. “I don’t think we’re so different.”

You felt your cheeks erupt with heat, and you looked through the open door, finding a dark set of stairs. “Well, I’m very curious to see the owner’s private table.”

“Lead the way.”

You walked up the stairs, finding a matching wooden door at the top—dark and slightly foreboding. You opened it. “Whoa.”

It was a studio apartment, complete with a small kitchen along one wall, a bed tucked in the corner next to a wide window, and a room off to one side leading to a bathroom. Your eyes scanned over a small collection of guitars propped in one corner, the colors bright and glossy against the dark wood of the floor and walls. A TV sat facing the bed, surrounded by a bookshelf decorated with a collection of pictures and trophies. 

But the crown jewel of the room was the pool table. 

It stood in the center, the felt bright green, the base of the table a wood so dark it was basically black. The pockets were polished silver, the collection of pool cues on the wall pristine and orderly. You had never thought of pool tables as particularly attractive before, but this one was changing your mind. 

Jay walked to the sink. “Drink?”

You tore your eyes away from the table and back to him. “Oh, sure.”

“I’ve got it all: beer, wine, scotch…pick your poison.”

You smiled. “Wine sounds nice.”

He nodded to himself. “I’ve got just the bottle.”

Within a few minutes, you were each holding a wine glass, Jay leaning against the massive table as he arranged the balls in the triangular rack.

You eyed the trophies on the bookshelf, a golden eight ball perched on one of them. “You weren’t lying about having skills.”

“Most of them are from my college days; I bet you’ll be beating me by the end of the night.”

You snorted. “I highly doubt that.”

“I’ve been told I’m a great teacher.”

“No one’s that good.” You said.

His rich laugh rumbled deep in his throat. “Oh, I am.”

You took a sip of your wine. “Alright, I expect to be a pool master by the time I go to sleep tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He set his glass down and grabbed a pool cue, aiming at the cue ball. “Now, lesson one…”

Jay led you through a myriad of tips and tricks, first demonstrating, then watching on the side with his arms crossed as you bent over the table to take your shot. You felt his eyes on you constantly, drifting from your finger bridge all the way down your back. He wasn’t trying to hide it; he was flirty in the most disarming way possible: subtle with words, but explicit with touch.

Every time he walked by you when he was positioning for a better shot, he’d go much closer than necessary, letting his arm brush yours. Sometimes, he’d even gently place his hands on your shoulders, moving you to the side, his fingers tracing down your skin. 

When it was your turn, he stood right next to you, murmuring instructions with his deep voice, his hip almost pressed against yours.

You tried to focus on the game, because you really did want to be a good student, but every time he spoke, you shivered, and every time his eyes met yours, you momentarily stopped breathing. 

You were truly fighting for your life.

But just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. So much worse.

Jay was in the middle of pouring your third glass of wine, and you were desperately trying to focus on aiming your shot instead of staring at the way his fingers caressed the bottle when he spoke—so casual it sent a chill down your spine.

“How about we up the stakes?”

You stopped. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” he said, “...that every time one of us pockets a ball, the other one takes off a piece of clothing.”

You stared at him blankly, your brain struggling to decide if you just heard him right.

He handed you your wine glass. “Just a suggestion.”

You took it numbly, inhaling sharply when his fingers brushed yours. 

He smiled.

You blinked and took a breath. “That seems…highly one-sided given your-” you glanced at his trophy case, “-achievements.”

He chuckled, the sound going straight between your legs. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Is this what you meant when you said you were a good teacher?”

“Maybe.”

You watched as Jay arranged the colored balls into the rack, now painfully aware of the way his muscles flexed under his shirt and the way the tendon in his neck shifted beneath his skin. You clenched your thighs together, the tension in the room alone enough to build the pressure in your core. 

He placed the cue ball across from the triangle and broke the cluster in a scattering of colors. One went in: stripes.

“Alright, solids, you’re up.”

You approached the table, running through every piece of advice Jay had ever given you: stable bridge, hit the bottom if you want a stop, the top if you want a follow, be confident, follow through…You aimed at the red seven, ignored the feeling of Jay’s eyes on your face, and shot.

The ball rolled sadly past your target and hit the side of the table with a disappointing thump.

You sighed, half-relieved and half-disappointed. You were fairly certain your accuracy would tank the second Jay’s chest hit cool air. 

Jay didn’t say anything, just moved behind you, his hand ghosting over the small of your back as he walked to the other side of the table. He bent down with the accuracy of a pro, his brows furrowed and one of his eyes partially shut as he aimed.

You held your breath as time seemed to slow.

His arm moved, and you watched as the striped orange ball hit the table and banked into a side pocket: an incredible shot.

“Was that supposed to be ‘going easy?’” You asked, your face red. The room suddenly felt very hot.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “To be fair, that was pretty lucky.”

You fiddled with the edge of your top. “So…do you get to choose the clothing?”

He leaned against the table, looking you up and down slowly, his eyes trailing fire over your skin. “I’ll let you choose.”

You thought for a second, brushing your fingers over the rough fabric of your jean skirt and the thin material of your sheer top. You glanced up and smirked when you saw Jay watching your every movement. You bent down and unzipped the side of your black leather boots before tugging them off your feet. You stood up, both boots clenched between your fingers, and dropped them with a satisfying thud.

Jay let out a short laugh at your triumphant expression, his tongue flicking out over his lips. “You want to play it that way?”

“What? Wouldn’t want to go too fast.”

He sighed. “I was looking forward to seeing you in nothing but boots, though.”

You blushed. “Maybe I’ll put them back on later.”

He walked closer, smiling slightly when he saw you visibly tense. He stopped when your chests were almost touching. “I’ll look forward to it. Your turn.”

The game continued for what felt like hours as the tension grew and the amount of wine in the bottle shrank. Jay was going anything but easy, and you attributed it to the way his eyes darkened every time you revealed another patch of skin, aching for the next reveal. At this point, you were down to nothing but your bra and panties, your feet bare against the cool hardwood floor. Jay’s eyes were everywhere, settling on the curve of your back and the rise of your ass every time you bent over the table. 

You were starting to enjoy the way you were tormenting him and began to do some teasing of your own. You’d prop your elbow on the table during his turn, standing low so your tits were directly in his field of view. You put your chin in your hand and pouted your lip like you were bored, biting your lip whenever he glanced up.

It worked, because he started to miss, groaning softly whenever the ball uselessly hit just next to the pocket. Then he’d look up at you like you were a rock in his shoe and flex his hand like he was restraining himself, his eyes dark.

Meanwhile, you’d somehow managed to pocket two balls, which earned you a devilish smirk that made your knees weak and Jay’s shirt and shoes. 

When he first took off the black fabric, revealing lean muscle and golden skin, you’d missed your next two shots, unable to focus on anything besides how badly you wanted to trace your fingers up his chest. Jay just stood there and smiled, adjusting his pants so they revealed the top of his V-line. 

You downed the rest of your wine in one gulp.

Then Jay made another shot.

He chuckled.

He made another one.

Jay leaned on his pool cue, gaze darting over you.

Your pussy had been throbbing ever since you took your boots off, and the way he stared at you now was making your brain stall. There was nothing left you could use to draw out the inevitable, nothing to stop you from being left completely bare.

“Does this mean I lose?”

His tongue darted out. “Technically, yes.”

“So what now?”

Slowly, he started walking towards you, watching the way you clenched your thighs the closer he got. You were leaning against the table, and he stopped right in front of you, leaning his pool cue to the side, never once taking his eyes off of you.

He lowered his hand so the tips of his fingers brushed your waist, making your skin shiver. 

“Now, either you take them off…or me.”

Your breath grew shallow as his hand drifted up to tease the edge of your bra, his other hand resting on your hip. He moved closer so his bare stomach was pressed against yours, and the shock it sent up your spine felt so good you had to resist pulling him closer.

“Go ahead.” Your voice wavered on the last syllable, as his hand squeezed your thigh and your pussy clenched around nothing. 

He smirked. “It was a good game; better luck next time.” His hand slid behind you and unclipped your bra with one hand, pulling it off you and tossing it onto the pool table.

You sighed as your breasts hit cool air, his eyes immediately dropping to your hardened nipples. He ran his thumb over one, groaning softly when you exhaled, arching away from him as you pressed your back against the table. 

With his other hand, Jay hooked his finger into your panties and dragged them down, immediately grabbing your thighs and lifting you onto the table. You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. 

He looked up at you now, his lips parted as short breaths escaped them, roving over your naked body like you were a feast he didn’t know where to begin. You let your hands wander to the back of his neck and up into his hair, the blondish silver locks pooling over your fingers in soft waves.

“Fuck,” he said, “you’re gorgeous. I mean, I knew you would be, but fuck.”

You giggled. “So was this your plan all along?”

He smiled, running another finger over your nipple, making you whimper. “Not in this much detail, but…I wanted you from the moment I saw you holding the pool cue like you were seconds away from splitting it in half.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer. “So you’re saying the secret is walking around bars looking clueless?”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “No, only my bar, and only in front of me.”

Then he kissed you—hard—scraping his teeth along your bottom lip as his hand clutched the back of your neck. You groaned into his mouth, parting your lips around his tongue as your hands gripped his hair, holding him against you. 

Jay’s other hand went to your hip, fingers digging into the skin with the same intensity he had gripping the pool cue. He pulled you even closer, and you gasped when you felt his hard length straining against your core from inside his pants. 

He smiled against your lips and purposely moved against you, sending shivers down your back as your clit brushed his bulge. 

“You want it?” He started kissing down your jaw. “Want me to lay you out on this table and fuck you till you can’t think?” His voice was deep and breathy in your ear, heightening the pressure building low and hot between your legs. It was shocking how much your body craved him, the hours of tension creating a primal need that rallied in your body like a disease. Every sound was disarming, every touch debilitating.

“I need you so bad, Jay.” You sighed. You thought of the pool cue drifting over his fingers, how they were long and precise and so insanely torturous the way they teased you. “I want your fingers inside me.”

His lips stopped against your neck. “Say it again.”

“Jay,” you whined, looking down where your core was still pressed against his crotch. “Need to feel those talented hands all over me.” You smiled. “Your customer has a request; wouldn’t want me to leave a bad review now, would you?”

He chuckled darkly, the sound like blood red wine flowing through your veins. “Well, we couldn’t have that.”

He swept his arm behind you, clearing some of the stray balls before pushing you onto your back. He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning over until you were completely trapped under him, his blonde hair falling into his face as he looked down. “They say the customer is always right.” He leaned down even further until his lips were brushing your ear. “But you might regret it.”

Your heart was beating in rapid bursts, excitement and desire making your thoughts race in drunken flashes that were only intensified by the wine. “I’m a big girl, Jay.”

Jay kissed the corner of your mouth, suddenly tender as one of his hands traced your waist. “Then remember big girls don’t cry, y/n.”

A finger plunged into you, making you arch against the table at the sudden penetration. A broken moan spilled out of your mouth, and Jay muffled it with his lips, humming in pleasure as your body jerked and bucked against his hand. His tongue tangled with yours in an obscene dance, the wet sound of your mouths and his finger pumping into your pussy creating a cacophony of filthy sounds echoing through the large room. 

His thumb landed on your clit, rubbing hard, slow circles that made your brain short-circuit. You whimpered into his mouth, begging for more through the only part of your body that wasn’t being pressed against the table: your hands. You pulled at his hair and dug your fingers into his scalp, a rush of pleasure going straight to your head when he groaned and trembled under your touch.

Jay added another finger, making you pull away as your head tilted against the table at the stretch, a loud moan slipping from your lips. 

You felt him smile against your skin as he moved lower and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and lapping at the hardened bud as if he was starving. 

“Jay! Holy fuck. It feels so good.” You gasped, biting your lip to stop the collection of moans buffering in your throat, ready to spill out like a song.

A low sound that felt like a purr vibrated deep in his chest, and in one agonizing moment, he stepped back completely, his fingers withdrawing from the warmth of your pussy and leaving behind a sad emptiness.

“Noo,” you whined. You propped yourself up on your elbows, finding Jay staring at you with his usual smirk. His hair was a mess, the bare skin of his chest flushed, his eyes dark and foggy with need—and you thought that the sight of him now would haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t let you cum till I’m inside you.” He undid the button of his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his hard and dripping cock spring free.

Your mouth watered instantly, and your walls grasped uselessly at nothing. You clenched your thighs together, and Jay moved, grabbing your knees and pulling your legs apart. He kissed your kneecap. “Keep them open for me, ok? Wanna see how bad you need me.”

You bit your tongue, watching with glazed eyes as he kissed his way up your thigh, the pressure almost unbearable. 

He met your eyes, and without looking away, licked a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck!” You moaned, gritting your teeth as you resisted the urge to grind on his tongue. He made a gentle swirl around your clit, and a sound came out of you that you didn’t know you could make. Jay was still looking at you, total devotion on his face as he took in every clench of your jaw and parting of your lips. 

He stopped and stood up, leaning towards your face and kissing your cheeks softly. “You’re crying, baby, and I’m not even inside you yet. Don’t you remember what I said?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Big girls don’t cry.”

He smiled. “That’s right, so show me you can take it.”

You kissed him softly. “Please, Jay, I’ll be good.”

Jay searched your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and smeared mascara, looking at him like he was the earth and you were the moon. He nodded once. He shifted his hips. His hands moved to your waist.

His head pressed against your entrance. 

You inhaled sharply, gripping his shoulders and staring down at the place where your bodies were about to meet. 

He pushed inside, and the stretch had you leaning over his shoulder, holding onto him like a pillar, his hot skin the only thing grounding you as your walls huddled around him. 

You groaned in unison as he went deeper, and he kissed your neck, swirling gentle, rhythmic circles until he bottomed out with a satisfied sigh.

You sat there for a moment, breaths mingling. Your face buried in his neck, and his in your hair, both just basking in the way your bodies meshed together.

Then, he moved.

The friction was exquisite, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your smooth walls in dizzying strokes that had you moaning into his neck. You scraped your nails down Jay’s back, and you heard him curse into your hair, his thrusts speeding up. 

The pool table shook slightly under you, the balls rattling on the surface with every move of Jay’s hips. You pulled back and ran your lips up his jaw until he pulled back and met you in the middle, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss as he started to thrust into you harder and deeper.

He sucked on your bottom lip, smiling when you clutched at his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist, hands running down his arms as you tried to touch every inch of him. He dragged you even closer by the hips, groaning when his dick started slamming against your cervix, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. 

The pressure in your body was a coil tightened to its limit, making every movement brutal as your body begged for release. You kissed Jay harder, moaning into his mouth and rocking against him as you chased your climax.

Jay’s breaths turned ragged as you moved in time with him, maddeningly turned on by the way you clutched at him as if he were the ground beneath your feet. “y/n,” he groaned between kisses. “Let me cum inside, please.”

You nodded against his mouth, almost too delirious for words. “Yes,” you choked.

He groaned and pulled away from your mouth with a wet pop as he started thrusting into you rapidly, looking down and watching himself disappear inside you.

“God, you’re perfect, you’re mine, you’re all mine.” Jay gasped.

You looked down too, the image combined with the filthy sounds of your meshing bodies sending a jolt of pleasure down your back. You felt your climax building, rising in a crescendo of ecstasy. “Jay, I’m cumming!”

The squelching sounds of your juices around his cock got louder, blending with the high-pitched moan that ripped from your throat when your orgasm hit you.

Your vision blurred, and you braced yourself with one hand on Jay’s chest, grinding in time with the waves of pleasure as your climax ran its course.

Jay followed right after, moaning as your pussy clamped down and milked him dry, his hot seed spilling inside of you in spurts. He slowed his thrusts, his eyes fluttering closed as his own orgasm heightened and subsided. He tilted his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily, occasionally placing kisses along your sweaty collarbone. 

You massaged his scalp, letting his silky hair brush over your fingers, basking in the heavy silence of Jay’s apartment, only broken by your soft pants. 

You sat there for a few moments, processing. Then Jay slowly slipped out of you, drawing soft groans from each of you as you finally came apart. He kissed you softly and whispered against your lips. “You were amazing.”

You smirked. “At pool? Or…?”

He laughed. “Your game could use some work, but lucky for you, I’m always open to more lessons.”

“Well, now that I know your…teaching methods, I’d be happy to come back.”

Jay started kissing down your neck. “Good, next time we can work on your break. His mouth went between your breasts, trailing down to your stomach. “Or…” He stopped below your belly button, a new wave of heat already pooling between your legs. “The way you break under my tongue.”

“Tomorrow?” You asked, breath already uneven.

He smiled before disappearing between your legs. “Right now.”

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You leaned against the dark green table, staring glumly at your friend across the room who had ditched you to talk to some guy twenty minutes ago, promising she was “just getting his number.” You watched your friend laugh loudly, placing her hand on his shoulder, her red lipstick bright in the dim bar light. 

Yeah, she wasn’t coming back any time soon.

The cue was smooth and hard between your fingers as you lifted it back into position, and you bent low as you aimed at the cue ball, trying for the same green six. 

Deep breath, two. Pull back, aim. Shoot.

This one was closer. It actually hit the six, but instead of hitting it in—somehow—it knocked it to the side, causing it to spin loosely along the table until it came to a slow stop.

You groaned, leaning heavily on your pool cue as you stared at the evil ball. “How can I be so bad?” You muttered. 

“For starters, your bridge is terrible.”

A voice sounded behind you, and you whirled around to find a man leaning against the railing on the stairs leading down to the pool area, a smirk on his face. He was gorgeous: tan skin, blonde hair, a black button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing lean forearms and slender fingers that twitched slightly at the ends—as if he was used to fidgeting with something that wasn’t there. His pants were black too, making him look like an elegant shadow beside the brightness of his hair.

You blinked. “My bridge?”

He walked down the steps, his silver necklace brushing against his exposed collarbone. “Your bridge, the way you make a base for the cue with your hand. It’s unsteady; you’ll never shoot straight if you don’t have a firm base.” He grabbed another pool cue from the wall and leaned over the table, placing the hardwood between his thumb and index finger. He moved it slightly, and you watched as the cue moved forward, not even a little wobbly.

“See?” He said. He moved around the table and hit the cue ball toward the orange five on the other side of the table, sinking it into the pocket.

When he did it, it looked like the easiest thing in the world. 

“Now you try.” He nodded at the cue still gripped between your fingers, a strand of his blonde hair falling out of its slicked-back style. 

You sucked in your bottom lip, feeling heat creeping up your neck. You had no interest in embarrassing yourself in front of some hot guy, but he was looking at you intently, clearly determined to help you. There was no backing out.

You picked up your cue and leaned down, aiming for the blue two in front of the side pocket. You tried to copy his hand placement, sliding the smooth wood between your fingers. It felt a bit more stable, but as you shot, the cue wobbled to the side, making the ball spin off course.

“Better,” he said. He moved towards you and motioned for you to get in position, and when you did, you felt him behind you, his body a warm pillar as he leaned over you. He put his arms on either side of you, guiding your hands with his own. His fingers brushed your knuckles as he shifted them against the green turf, and you felt your entire body heating up at the proximity. 

“Like…this.” His hot breath bloomed against your neck. “Move the cue around, feel the difference.”

You pushed the cue as if you were hitting a ball, and your eyes widened at how much better it felt. The pole felt controlled, precise, completely different from the shaky awkwardness of before.

“Wow,” you said, “that’s…a lot better.”

The man hadn’t moved from behind you; he only retracted his arms, letting you position the cue freely. He leaned against the table. “No problem, try it out.”

You picked up the cue ball and placed it in front of your nemesis: the green six. You lowered your head, recreating the same steady bridge with your hand he had shown you. Same ritual: deep breath, two, pull back, shoot. 

The white ball hit the green six squarely in the center with a satisfying clack, sending it flying into the corner pocket. 

You gasped, “I did it!”

The man chuckled. “There you go, see? You’re not bad.”

You smiled, meeting his eyes. “Without you, I am.”

He nodded, smiling slightly, and the expression made your stomach flutter. “Happy to be of service.”

You shifted on your feet, looking around and noticing that the two of you were the only ones in the pool area, quiet, except for the distant bar chatter echoing in the dim greenish glow.

“So…you come here often?” You asked, hating the cheesy line the second you said it.

But he seemed to like it, because he laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, and you noticed the silver glint of his watch on his wrist. It looked expensive. “Yeah, I’m here pretty often.” 

“You got a name?”

He smiled. “I do, it’s Jay.”

“I’m y/n.”

“Pleasure,” Jay said. “Are you here alone?”

“Oh no, my friend is here.” You gestured at the bar, where your friend was, and you coughed when you noticed she and the guy had started an intense makeout session, not noticing the bartender shooting them dirty looks.

Jay smirked. “Seems like she’s having more fun than you are.”

You scoffed. “I’m used to it; she’s always been more…social. But I’m having a perfectly good time working on my pool game.”

“Oh yeah, it seemed like it was going really well.” His eyes ran down your figure—so fast you almost missed it—but it was enough to make you hyperaware of how your black halter top fit around your neck. Suddenly constrictive as a thin layer of sweat coated your hands. 

You shrugged. “I would have figured it out.”

“Oh, so should I leave? Give you more space to ‘figure it out?’” 

You laughed softly, your cheeks hot. “I guess you’re sort of helpful, besides…there’s space.”

Jay’s eyes darted around the vacant tables. “I guess there is.”

You stared at each other, a tension settling in the air that made your skin prickle.

“You know, if you really want to get better…I could teach you.” Jay said after a moment.

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He smiled, running a hand through his blonde hair. “Yeah, I’ve been told I have some skills, so if you want to be uh—” he glanced at your friend at the bar, still locking lips with the guy, “—social, you could come by tomorrow, and I’ll teach you.”

“Here?”

Jay chuckled. “Yeah, why? Are these tables not to your liking?”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, his tan skin almost glowing in the warm light, and the way he looked at you was making it hard to speak straight. “N-no, they’re really nice; it’s one of the nicest bars I’ve been to actually.”

“Great, does 9 pm work?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at his lips. “Sounds good.”

He noticed, his eyes darkening slightly. “Perfect.”

Just then, your friend came bounding down the stairs, face flushed and hair messy. “Hey, sorry about that, I got distracted.” She glanced at Jay, and one look at his dark clothes and blonde hair and her entire face changed. “Oh, hello, do you two know each other?”

You shook your head. “No, we just met; this is Jay.”

“Jay…” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, smiling sweetly. “Where have you been hiding?”

Jay chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. “Alright, I think it’s time to call it for the night.” You grabbed your friend's hand and started walking towards the stairs. “It was nice meeting you, Jay.”

He nodded, his unfairly bright smile finding its way back to his lips. “Likewise, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Your friend asked, looking between you, “What’s tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you whispered, dragging her away, the smile on your face so wide it almost hurt. 

The next night, you walked into the bar wearing a black sheer top over a jean skirt, your heart beating out of your chest with nerves.

All day you’d been thinking of him: the way his eyes ran down your figure, the way his breath felt on your neck, and how you weren’t quite sure you were going to be able to make it through a whole night with him.

Now, as the familiar lights washed over you and the low sounds of laughter wafted through the room, you felt a new wave of fear rip through you, creating a full-body shiver. What if he stood you up? What if he was a weirdo? What if he turned out to be a serial killer? Or the favorite anxiety thought: What if you hallucinated him?

You walked in and awkwardly shuffled towards the pool tables, glancing over the side of the railing as you searched for a flash of his blonde hair. But you only spotted a couple of college guys and a pair of tough-looking older men wearing leather jackets, bright-colored patches adorning every inch.

You checked your watch. 8:59

Maybe you were too on time? You tended to arrive at places earlier than people expected you, much to many of your friends' annoyance. “10:00 means 10:15 y/n; you just say it earlier because everyone’s always late!”

You were never late.

You fiddled with your purse, glancing between the bar and the pool tables, debating between ordering a drink and warming up with a few ball hits to make yourself look a little less bad in front of Jay. 

Then a hand rested on your back.

You jumped, turning to find Jay looking down at you, dressed in a casual black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a smile already on his face. “You’re right on time.”

You smiled back, your skin tingling from his hand on your back. “I thought I was early.”

“Nothing wrong with being early, just means more time for our lesson.” He smirked, “Come on, it’s a bit crowded out here; I got a table in the back.”

“The back?” You asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought this was the only room.”

“For most people, but you’re my guest.” He started walking away, motioning for you to follow.

You hesitated, looking over at the public tables that were now full, the place bustling with activity. You knew you shouldn’t go somewhere private with some guy you barely knew, but Jay felt so safe, so steady, and before you could think too hard, you were walking after him. 

He moved through the room seamlessly, and you tilted your head when you saw the bartender nod at him.

Jay led you to a dark wooden door at the back of the room, and your eyes widened when you saw the large white sign on the door adorned with bold black letters: PRIVATE, DO NOT ENTER. 

He opened it and motioned for you to go ahead of him.

You stared at him. “Do you…work here?”

He chuckled, looking between you and the door. “y/n, I’m the owner.”

Your eyes widened like saucers. “What?”

He leaned against the threshold, brushing a hand through his hair, peering into the bar behind you. “Yeah, the whole place is mine. Does that change anything?”

“N-no, I’m just-” You laughed. “-I thought you were a normal guy.”

He smiled, and his eyes dropped to your lips. “I don’t think we’re so different.”

You felt your cheeks erupt with heat, and you looked through the open door, finding a dark set of stairs. “Well, I’m very curious to see the owner’s private table.”

“Lead the way.”

You walked up the stairs, finding a matching wooden door at the top—dark and slightly foreboding. You opened it. “Whoa.”

It was a studio apartment, complete with a small kitchen along one wall, a bed tucked in the corner next to a wide window, and a room off to one side leading to a bathroom. Your eyes scanned over a small collection of guitars propped in one corner, the colors bright and glossy against the dark wood of the floor and walls. A TV sat facing the bed, surrounded by a bookshelf decorated with a collection of pictures and trophies. 

But the crown jewel of the room was the pool table. 

It stood in the center, the felt bright green, the base of the table a wood so dark it was basically black. The pockets were polished silver, the collection of pool cues on the wall pristine and orderly. You had never thought of pool tables as particularly attractive before, but this one was changing your mind. 

Jay walked to the sink. “Drink?”

You tore your eyes away from the table and back to him. “Oh, sure.”

“I’ve got it all: beer, wine, scotch…pick your poison.”

You smiled. “Wine sounds nice.”

He nodded to himself. “I’ve got just the bottle.”

Within a few minutes, you were each holding a wine glass, Jay leaning against the massive table as he arranged the balls in the triangular rack.

You eyed the trophies on the bookshelf, a golden eight ball perched on one of them. “You weren’t lying about having skills.”

“Most of them are from my college days; I bet you’ll be beating me by the end of the night.”

You snorted. “I highly doubt that.”

“I’ve been told I’m a great teacher.”

“No one’s that good.” You said.

His rich laugh rumbled deep in his throat. “Oh, I am.”

You took a sip of your wine. “Alright, I expect to be a pool master by the time I go to sleep tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He set his glass down and grabbed a pool cue, aiming at the cue ball. “Now, lesson one…”

Jay led you through a myriad of tips and tricks, first demonstrating, then watching on the side with his arms crossed as you bent over the table to take your shot. You felt his eyes on you constantly, drifting from your finger bridge all the way down your back. He wasn’t trying to hide it; he was flirty in the most disarming way possible: subtle with words, but explicit with touch.

Every time he walked by you when he was positioning for a better shot, he’d go much closer than necessary, letting his arm brush yours. Sometimes, he’d even gently place his hands on your shoulders, moving you to the side, his fingers tracing down your skin. 

When it was your turn, he stood right next to you, murmuring instructions with his deep voice, his hip almost pressed against yours.

You tried to focus on the game, because you really did want to be a good student, but every time he spoke, you shivered, and every time his eyes met yours, you momentarily stopped breathing. 

You were truly fighting for your life.

But just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. So much worse.

Jay was in the middle of pouring your third glass of wine, and you were desperately trying to focus on aiming your shot instead of staring at the way his fingers caressed the bottle when he spoke—so casual it sent a chill down your spine.

“How about we up the stakes?”

You stopped. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” he said, “...that every time one of us pockets a ball, the other one takes off a piece of clothing.”

You stared at him blankly, your brain struggling to decide if you just heard him right.

He handed you your wine glass. “Just a suggestion.”

You took it numbly, inhaling sharply when his fingers brushed yours. 

He smiled.

You blinked and took a breath. “That seems…highly one-sided given your-” you glanced at his trophy case, “-achievements.”

He chuckled, the sound going straight between your legs. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Is this what you meant when you said you were a good teacher?”

“Maybe.”

You watched as Jay arranged the colored balls into the rack, now painfully aware of the way his muscles flexed under his shirt and the way the tendon in his neck shifted beneath his skin. You clenched your thighs together, the tension in the room alone enough to build the pressure in your core. 

He placed the cue ball across from the triangle and broke the cluster in a scattering of colors. One went in: stripes.

“Alright, solids, you’re up.”

You approached the table, running through every piece of advice Jay had ever given you: stable bridge, hit the bottom if you want a stop, the top if you want a follow, be confident, follow through…You aimed at the red seven, ignored the feeling of Jay’s eyes on your face, and shot.

The ball rolled sadly past your target and hit the side of the table with a disappointing thump.

You sighed, half-relieved and half-disappointed. You were fairly certain your accuracy would tank the second Jay’s chest hit cool air. 

Jay didn’t say anything, just moved behind you, his hand ghosting over the small of your back as he walked to the other side of the table. He bent down with the accuracy of a pro, his brows furrowed and one of his eyes partially shut as he aimed.

You held your breath as time seemed to slow.

His arm moved, and you watched as the striped orange ball hit the table and banked into a side pocket: an incredible shot.

“Was that supposed to be ‘going easy?’” You asked, your face red. The room suddenly felt very hot.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “To be fair, that was pretty lucky.”

You fiddled with the edge of your top. “So…do you get to choose the clothing?”

He leaned against the table, looking you up and down slowly, his eyes trailing fire over your skin. “I’ll let you choose.”

You thought for a second, brushing your fingers over the rough fabric of your jean skirt and the thin material of your sheer top. You glanced up and smirked when you saw Jay watching your every movement. You bent down and unzipped the side of your black leather boots before tugging them off your feet. You stood up, both boots clenched between your fingers, and dropped them with a satisfying thud.

Jay let out a short laugh at your triumphant expression, his tongue flicking out over his lips. “You want to play it that way?”

“What? Wouldn’t want to go too fast.”

He sighed. “I was looking forward to seeing you in nothing but boots, though.”

You blushed. “Maybe I’ll put them back on later.”

He walked closer, smiling slightly when he saw you visibly tense. He stopped when your chests were almost touching. “I’ll look forward to it. Your turn.”

The game continued for what felt like hours as the tension grew and the amount of wine in the bottle shrank. Jay was going anything but easy, and you attributed it to the way his eyes darkened every time you revealed another patch of skin, aching for the next reveal. At this point, you were down to nothing but your bra and panties, your feet bare against the cool hardwood floor. Jay’s eyes were everywhere, settling on the curve of your back and the rise of your ass every time you bent over the table. 

You were starting to enjoy the way you were tormenting him and began to do some teasing of your own. You’d prop your elbow on the table during his turn, standing low so your tits were directly in his field of view. You put your chin in your hand and pouted your lip like you were bored, biting your lip whenever he glanced up.

It worked, because he started to miss, groaning softly whenever the ball uselessly hit just next to the pocket. Then he’d look up at you like you were a rock in his shoe and flex his hand like he was restraining himself, his eyes dark.

Meanwhile, you’d somehow managed to pocket two balls, which earned you a devilish smirk that made your knees weak and Jay’s shirt and shoes. 

When he first took off the black fabric, revealing lean muscle and golden skin, you’d missed your next two shots, unable to focus on anything besides how badly you wanted to trace your fingers up his chest. Jay just stood there and smiled, adjusting his pants so they revealed the top of his V-line. 

You downed the rest of your wine in one gulp.

Then Jay made another shot.

He chuckled.

He made another one.

Jay leaned on his pool cue, gaze darting over you.

Your pussy had been throbbing ever since you took your boots off, and the way he stared at you now was making your brain stall. There was nothing left you could use to draw out the inevitable, nothing to stop you from being left completely bare.

“Does this mean I lose?”

His tongue darted out. “Technically, yes.”

“So what now?”

Slowly, he started walking towards you, watching the way you clenched your thighs the closer he got. You were leaning against the table, and he stopped right in front of you, leaning his pool cue to the side, never once taking his eyes off of you.

He lowered his hand so the tips of his fingers brushed your waist, making your skin shiver. 

“Now, either you take them off…or me.”

Your breath grew shallow as his hand drifted up to tease the edge of your bra, his other hand resting on your hip. He moved closer so his bare stomach was pressed against yours, and the shock it sent up your spine felt so good you had to resist pulling him closer.

“Go ahead.” Your voice wavered on the last syllable, as his hand squeezed your thigh and your pussy clenched around nothing. 

He smirked. “It was a good game; better luck next time.” His hand slid behind you and unclipped your bra with one hand, pulling it off you and tossing it onto the pool table.

You sighed as your breasts hit cool air, his eyes immediately dropping to your hardened nipples. He ran his thumb over one, groaning softly when you exhaled, arching away from him as you pressed your back against the table. 

With his other hand, Jay hooked his finger into your panties and dragged them down, immediately grabbing your thighs and lifting you onto the table. You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. 

He looked up at you now, his lips parted as short breaths escaped them, roving over your naked body like you were a feast he didn’t know where to begin. You let your hands wander to the back of his neck and up into his hair, the blondish silver locks pooling over your fingers in soft waves.

“Fuck,” he said, “you’re gorgeous. I mean, I knew you would be, but fuck.”

You giggled. “So was this your plan all along?”

He smiled, running another finger over your nipple, making you whimper. “Not in this much detail, but…I wanted you from the moment I saw you holding the pool cue like you were seconds away from splitting it in half.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer. “So you’re saying the secret is walking around bars looking clueless?”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “No, only my bar, and only in front of me.”

Then he kissed you—hard—scraping his teeth along your bottom lip as his hand clutched the back of your neck. You groaned into his mouth, parting your lips around his tongue as your hands gripped his hair, holding him against you. 

Jay’s other hand went to your hip, fingers digging into the skin with the same intensity he had gripping the pool cue. He pulled you even closer, and you gasped when you felt his hard length straining against your core from inside his pants. 

He smiled against your lips and purposely moved against you, sending shivers down your back as your clit brushed his bulge. 

“You want it?” He started kissing down your jaw. “Want me to lay you out on this table and fuck you till you can’t think?” His voice was deep and breathy in your ear, heightening the pressure building low and hot between your legs. It was shocking how much your body craved him, the hours of tension creating a primal need that rallied in your body like a disease. Every sound was disarming, every touch debilitating.

“I need you so bad, Jay.” You sighed. You thought of the pool cue drifting over his fingers, how they were long and precise and so insanely torturous the way they teased you. “I want your fingers inside me.”

His lips stopped against your neck. “Say it again.”

“Jay,” you whined, looking down where your core was still pressed against his crotch. “Need to feel those talented hands all over me.” You smiled. “Your customer has a request; wouldn’t want me to leave a bad review now, would you?”

He chuckled darkly, the sound like blood red wine flowing through your veins. “Well, we couldn’t have that.”

He swept his arm behind you, clearing some of the stray balls before pushing you onto your back. He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning over until you were completely trapped under him, his blonde hair falling into his face as he looked down. “They say the customer is always right.” He leaned down even further until his lips were brushing your ear. “But you might regret it.”

Your heart was beating in rapid bursts, excitement and desire making your thoughts race in drunken flashes that were only intensified by the wine. “I’m a big girl, Jay.”

Jay kissed the corner of your mouth, suddenly tender as one of his hands traced your waist. “Then remember big girls don’t cry, y/n.”

A finger plunged into you, making you arch against the table at the sudden penetration. A broken moan spilled out of your mouth, and Jay muffled it with his lips, humming in pleasure as your body jerked and bucked against his hand. His tongue tangled with yours in an obscene dance, the wet sound of your mouths and his finger pumping into your pussy creating a cacophony of filthy sounds echoing through the large room. 

His thumb landed on your clit, rubbing hard, slow circles that made your brain short-circuit. You whimpered into his mouth, begging for more through the only part of your body that wasn’t being pressed against the table: your hands. You pulled at his hair and dug your fingers into his scalp, a rush of pleasure going straight to your head when he groaned and trembled under your touch.

Jay added another finger, making you pull away as your head tilted against the table at the stretch, a loud moan slipping from your lips. 

You felt him smile against your skin as he moved lower and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and lapping at the hardened bud as if he was starving. 

“Jay! Holy fuck. It feels so good.” You gasped, biting your lip to stop the collection of moans buffering in your throat, ready to spill out like a song.

A low sound that felt like a purr vibrated deep in his chest, and in one agonizing moment, he stepped back completely, his fingers withdrawing from the warmth of your pussy and leaving behind a sad emptiness.

“Noo,” you whined. You propped yourself up on your elbows, finding Jay staring at you with his usual smirk. His hair was a mess, the bare skin of his chest flushed, his eyes dark and foggy with need—and you thought that the sight of him now would haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t let you cum till I’m inside you.” He undid the button of his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his hard and dripping cock spring free.

Your mouth watered instantly, and your walls grasped uselessly at nothing. You clenched your thighs together, and Jay moved, grabbing your knees and pulling your legs apart. He kissed your kneecap. “Keep them open for me, ok? Wanna see how bad you need me.”

You bit your tongue, watching with glazed eyes as he kissed his way up your thigh, the pressure almost unbearable. 

He met your eyes, and without looking away, licked a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck!” You moaned, gritting your teeth as you resisted the urge to grind on his tongue. He made a gentle swirl around your clit, and a sound came out of you that you didn’t know you could make. Jay was still looking at you, total devotion on his face as he took in every clench of your jaw and parting of your lips. 

He stopped and stood up, leaning towards your face and kissing your cheeks softly. “You’re crying, baby, and I’m not even inside you yet. Don’t you remember what I said?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Big girls don’t cry.”

He smiled. “That’s right, so show me you can take it.”

You kissed him softly. “Please, Jay, I’ll be good.”

Jay searched your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and smeared mascara, looking at him like he was the earth and you were the moon. He nodded once. He shifted his hips. His hands moved to your waist.

His head pressed against your entrance. 

You inhaled sharply, gripping his shoulders and staring down at the place where your bodies were about to meet. 

He pushed inside, and the stretch had you leaning over his shoulder, holding onto him like a pillar, his hot skin the only thing grounding you as your walls huddled around him. 

You groaned in unison as he went deeper, and he kissed your neck, swirling gentle, rhythmic circles until he bottomed out with a satisfied sigh.

You sat there for a moment, breaths mingling. Your face buried in his neck, and his in your hair, both just basking in the way your bodies meshed together.

Then, he moved.

The friction was exquisite, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your smooth walls in dizzying strokes that had you moaning into his neck. You scraped your nails down Jay’s back, and you heard him curse into your hair, his thrusts speeding up. 

The pool table shook slightly under you, the balls rattling on the surface with every move of Jay’s hips. You pulled back and ran your lips up his jaw until he pulled back and met you in the middle, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss as he started to thrust into you harder and deeper.

He sucked on your bottom lip, smiling when you clutched at his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist, hands running down his arms as you tried to touch every inch of him. He dragged you even closer by the hips, groaning when his dick started slamming against your cervix, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. 

The pressure in your body was a coil tightened to its limit, making every movement brutal as your body begged for release. You kissed Jay harder, moaning into his mouth and rocking against him as you chased your climax.

Jay’s breaths turned ragged as you moved in time with him, maddeningly turned on by the way you clutched at him as if he were the ground beneath your feet. “y/n,” he groaned between kisses. “Let me cum inside, please.”

You nodded against his mouth, almost too delirious for words. “Yes,” you choked.

He groaned and pulled away from your mouth with a wet pop as he started thrusting into you rapidly, looking down and watching himself disappear inside you.

“God, you’re perfect, you’re mine, you’re all mine.” Jay gasped.

You looked down too, the image combined with the filthy sounds of your meshing bodies sending a jolt of pleasure down your back. You felt your climax building, rising in a crescendo of ecstasy. “Jay, I’m cumming!”

The squelching sounds of your juices around his cock got louder, blending with the high-pitched moan that ripped from your throat when your orgasm hit you.

Your vision blurred, and you braced yourself with one hand on Jay’s chest, grinding in time with the waves of pleasure as your climax ran its course.

Jay followed right after, moaning as your pussy clamped down and milked him dry, his hot seed spilling inside of you in spurts. He slowed his thrusts, his eyes fluttering closed as his own orgasm heightened and subsided. He tilted his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily, occasionally placing kisses along your sweaty collarbone. 

You massaged his scalp, letting his silky hair brush over your fingers, basking in the heavy silence of Jay’s apartment, only broken by your soft pants. 

You sat there for a few moments, processing. Then Jay slowly slipped out of you, drawing soft groans from each of you as you finally came apart. He kissed you softly and whispered against your lips. “You were amazing.”

You smirked. “At pool? Or…?”

He laughed. “Your game could use some work, but lucky for you, I’m always open to more lessons.”

“Well, now that I know your…teaching methods, I’d be happy to come back.”

Jay started kissing down your neck. “Good, next time we can work on your break. His mouth went between your breasts, trailing down to your stomach. “Or…” He stopped below your belly button, a new wave of heat already pooling between your legs. “The way you break under my tongue.”

“Tomorrow?” You asked, breath already uneven.

He smiled before disappearing between your legs. “Right now.”

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You leaned against the dark green table, staring glumly at your friend across the room who had ditched you to talk to some guy twenty minutes ago, promising she was “just getting his number.” You watched your friend laugh loudly, placing her hand on his shoulder, her red lipstick bright in the dim bar light. 

Yeah, she wasn’t coming back any time soon.

The cue was smooth and hard between your fingers as you lifted it back into position, and you bent low as you aimed at the cue ball, trying for the same green six. 

Deep breath, two. Pull back, aim. Shoot.

This one was closer. It actually hit the six, but instead of hitting it in—somehow—it knocked it to the side, causing it to spin loosely along the table until it came to a slow stop.

You groaned, leaning heavily on your pool cue as you stared at the evil ball. “How can I be so bad?” You muttered. 

“For starters, your bridge is terrible.”

A voice sounded behind you, and you whirled around to find a man leaning against the railing on the stairs leading down to the pool area, a smirk on his face. He was gorgeous: tan skin, blonde hair, a black button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing lean forearms and slender fingers that twitched slightly at the ends—as if he was used to fidgeting with something that wasn’t there. His pants were black too, making him look like an elegant shadow beside the brightness of his hair.

You blinked. “My bridge?”

He walked down the steps, his silver necklace brushing against his exposed collarbone. “Your bridge, the way you make a base for the cue with your hand. It’s unsteady; you’ll never shoot straight if you don’t have a firm base.” He grabbed another pool cue from the wall and leaned over the table, placing the hardwood between his thumb and index finger. He moved it slightly, and you watched as the cue moved forward, not even a little wobbly.

“See?” He said. He moved around the table and hit the cue ball toward the orange five on the other side of the table, sinking it into the pocket.

When he did it, it looked like the easiest thing in the world. 

“Now you try.” He nodded at the cue still gripped between your fingers, a strand of his blonde hair falling out of its slicked-back style. 

You sucked in your bottom lip, feeling heat creeping up your neck. You had no interest in embarrassing yourself in front of some hot guy, but he was looking at you intently, clearly determined to help you. There was no backing out.

You picked up your cue and leaned down, aiming for the blue two in front of the side pocket. You tried to copy his hand placement, sliding the smooth wood between your fingers. It felt a bit more stable, but as you shot, the cue wobbled to the side, making the ball spin off course.

“Better,” he said. He moved towards you and motioned for you to get in position, and when you did, you felt him behind you, his body a warm pillar as he leaned over you. He put his arms on either side of you, guiding your hands with his own. His fingers brushed your knuckles as he shifted them against the green turf, and you felt your entire body heating up at the proximity. 

“Like…this.” His hot breath bloomed against your neck. “Move the cue around, feel the difference.”

You pushed the cue as if you were hitting a ball, and your eyes widened at how much better it felt. The pole felt controlled, precise, completely different from the shaky awkwardness of before.

“Wow,” you said, “that’s…a lot better.”

The man hadn’t moved from behind you; he only retracted his arms, letting you position the cue freely. He leaned against the table. “No problem, try it out.”

You picked up the cue ball and placed it in front of your nemesis: the green six. You lowered your head, recreating the same steady bridge with your hand he had shown you. Same ritual: deep breath, two, pull back, shoot. 

The white ball hit the green six squarely in the center with a satisfying clack, sending it flying into the corner pocket. 

You gasped, “I did it!”

The man chuckled. “There you go, see? You’re not bad.”

You smiled, meeting his eyes. “Without you, I am.”

He nodded, smiling slightly, and the expression made your stomach flutter. “Happy to be of service.”

You shifted on your feet, looking around and noticing that the two of you were the only ones in the pool area, quiet, except for the distant bar chatter echoing in the dim greenish glow.

“So…you come here often?” You asked, hating the cheesy line the second you said it.

But he seemed to like it, because he laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, and you noticed the silver glint of his watch on his wrist. It looked expensive. “Yeah, I’m here pretty often.” 

“You got a name?”

He smiled. “I do, it’s Jay.”

“I’m y/n.”

“Pleasure,” Jay said. “Are you here alone?”

“Oh no, my friend is here.” You gestured at the bar, where your friend was, and you coughed when you noticed she and the guy had started an intense makeout session, not noticing the bartender shooting them dirty looks.

Jay smirked. “Seems like she’s having more fun than you are.”

You scoffed. “I’m used to it; she’s always been more…social. But I’m having a perfectly good time working on my pool game.”

“Oh yeah, it seemed like it was going really well.” His eyes ran down your figure—so fast you almost missed it—but it was enough to make you hyperaware of how your black halter top fit around your neck. Suddenly constrictive as a thin layer of sweat coated your hands. 

You shrugged. “I would have figured it out.”

“Oh, so should I leave? Give you more space to ‘figure it out?’” 

You laughed softly, your cheeks hot. “I guess you’re sort of helpful, besides…there’s space.”

Jay’s eyes darted around the vacant tables. “I guess there is.”

You stared at each other, a tension settling in the air that made your skin prickle.

“You know, if you really want to get better…I could teach you.” Jay said after a moment.

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He smiled, running a hand through his blonde hair. “Yeah, I’ve been told I have some skills, so if you want to be uh—” he glanced at your friend at the bar, still locking lips with the guy, “—social, you could come by tomorrow, and I’ll teach you.”

“Here?”

Jay chuckled. “Yeah, why? Are these tables not to your liking?”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, his tan skin almost glowing in the warm light, and the way he looked at you was making it hard to speak straight. “N-no, they’re really nice; it’s one of the nicest bars I’ve been to actually.”

“Great, does 9 pm work?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at his lips. “Sounds good.”

He noticed, his eyes darkening slightly. “Perfect.”

Just then, your friend came bounding down the stairs, face flushed and hair messy. “Hey, sorry about that, I got distracted.” She glanced at Jay, and one look at his dark clothes and blonde hair and her entire face changed. “Oh, hello, do you two know each other?”

You shook your head. “No, we just met; this is Jay.”

“Jay…” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, smiling sweetly. “Where have you been hiding?”

Jay chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. “Alright, I think it’s time to call it for the night.” You grabbed your friend's hand and started walking towards the stairs. “It was nice meeting you, Jay.”

He nodded, his unfairly bright smile finding its way back to his lips. “Likewise, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Your friend asked, looking between you, “What’s tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you whispered, dragging her away, the smile on your face so wide it almost hurt. 

The next night, you walked into the bar wearing a black sheer top over a jean skirt, your heart beating out of your chest with nerves.

All day you’d been thinking of him: the way his eyes ran down your figure, the way his breath felt on your neck, and how you weren’t quite sure you were going to be able to make it through a whole night with him.

Now, as the familiar lights washed over you and the low sounds of laughter wafted through the room, you felt a new wave of fear rip through you, creating a full-body shiver. What if he stood you up? What if he was a weirdo? What if he turned out to be a serial killer? Or the favorite anxiety thought: What if you hallucinated him?

You walked in and awkwardly shuffled towards the pool tables, glancing over the side of the railing as you searched for a flash of his blonde hair. But you only spotted a couple of college guys and a pair of tough-looking older men wearing leather jackets, bright-colored patches adorning every inch.

You checked your watch. 8:59

Maybe you were too on time? You tended to arrive at places earlier than people expected you, much to many of your friends' annoyance. “10:00 means 10:15 y/n; you just say it earlier because everyone’s always late!”

You were never late.

You fiddled with your purse, glancing between the bar and the pool tables, debating between ordering a drink and warming up with a few ball hits to make yourself look a little less bad in front of Jay. 

Then a hand rested on your back.

You jumped, turning to find Jay looking down at you, dressed in a casual black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a smile already on his face. “You’re right on time.”

You smiled back, your skin tingling from his hand on your back. “I thought I was early.”

“Nothing wrong with being early, just means more time for our lesson.” He smirked, “Come on, it’s a bit crowded out here; I got a table in the back.”

“The back?” You asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought this was the only room.”

“For most people, but you’re my guest.” He started walking away, motioning for you to follow.

You hesitated, looking over at the public tables that were now full, the place bustling with activity. You knew you shouldn’t go somewhere private with some guy you barely knew, but Jay felt so safe, so steady, and before you could think too hard, you were walking after him. 

He moved through the room seamlessly, and you tilted your head when you saw the bartender nod at him.

Jay led you to a dark wooden door at the back of the room, and your eyes widened when you saw the large white sign on the door adorned with bold black letters: PRIVATE, DO NOT ENTER. 

He opened it and motioned for you to go ahead of him.

You stared at him. “Do you…work here?”

He chuckled, looking between you and the door. “y/n, I’m the owner.”

Your eyes widened like saucers. “What?”

He leaned against the threshold, brushing a hand through his hair, peering into the bar behind you. “Yeah, the whole place is mine. Does that change anything?”

“N-no, I’m just-” You laughed. “-I thought you were a normal guy.”

He smiled, and his eyes dropped to your lips. “I don’t think we’re so different.”

You felt your cheeks erupt with heat, and you looked through the open door, finding a dark set of stairs. “Well, I’m very curious to see the owner’s private table.”

“Lead the way.”

You walked up the stairs, finding a matching wooden door at the top—dark and slightly foreboding. You opened it. “Whoa.”

It was a studio apartment, complete with a small kitchen along one wall, a bed tucked in the corner next to a wide window, and a room off to one side leading to a bathroom. Your eyes scanned over a small collection of guitars propped in one corner, the colors bright and glossy against the dark wood of the floor and walls. A TV sat facing the bed, surrounded by a bookshelf decorated with a collection of pictures and trophies. 

But the crown jewel of the room was the pool table. 

It stood in the center, the felt bright green, the base of the table a wood so dark it was basically black. The pockets were polished silver, the collection of pool cues on the wall pristine and orderly. You had never thought of pool tables as particularly attractive before, but this one was changing your mind. 

Jay walked to the sink. “Drink?”

You tore your eyes away from the table and back to him. “Oh, sure.”

“I’ve got it all: beer, wine, scotch…pick your poison.”

You smiled. “Wine sounds nice.”

He nodded to himself. “I’ve got just the bottle.”

Within a few minutes, you were each holding a wine glass, Jay leaning against the massive table as he arranged the balls in the triangular rack.

You eyed the trophies on the bookshelf, a golden eight ball perched on one of them. “You weren’t lying about having skills.”

“Most of them are from my college days; I bet you’ll be beating me by the end of the night.”

You snorted. “I highly doubt that.”

“I’ve been told I’m a great teacher.”

“No one’s that good.” You said.

His rich laugh rumbled deep in his throat. “Oh, I am.”

You took a sip of your wine. “Alright, I expect to be a pool master by the time I go to sleep tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He set his glass down and grabbed a pool cue, aiming at the cue ball. “Now, lesson one…”

Jay led you through a myriad of tips and tricks, first demonstrating, then watching on the side with his arms crossed as you bent over the table to take your shot. You felt his eyes on you constantly, drifting from your finger bridge all the way down your back. He wasn’t trying to hide it; he was flirty in the most disarming way possible: subtle with words, but explicit with touch.

Every time he walked by you when he was positioning for a better shot, he’d go much closer than necessary, letting his arm brush yours. Sometimes, he’d even gently place his hands on your shoulders, moving you to the side, his fingers tracing down your skin. 

When it was your turn, he stood right next to you, murmuring instructions with his deep voice, his hip almost pressed against yours.

You tried to focus on the game, because you really did want to be a good student, but every time he spoke, you shivered, and every time his eyes met yours, you momentarily stopped breathing. 

You were truly fighting for your life.

But just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. So much worse.

Jay was in the middle of pouring your third glass of wine, and you were desperately trying to focus on aiming your shot instead of staring at the way his fingers caressed the bottle when he spoke—so casual it sent a chill down your spine.

“How about we up the stakes?”

You stopped. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” he said, “...that every time one of us pockets a ball, the other one takes off a piece of clothing.”

You stared at him blankly, your brain struggling to decide if you just heard him right.

He handed you your wine glass. “Just a suggestion.”

You took it numbly, inhaling sharply when his fingers brushed yours. 

He smiled.

You blinked and took a breath. “That seems…highly one-sided given your-” you glanced at his trophy case, “-achievements.”

He chuckled, the sound going straight between your legs. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Is this what you meant when you said you were a good teacher?”

“Maybe.”

You watched as Jay arranged the colored balls into the rack, now painfully aware of the way his muscles flexed under his shirt and the way the tendon in his neck shifted beneath his skin. You clenched your thighs together, the tension in the room alone enough to build the pressure in your core. 

He placed the cue ball across from the triangle and broke the cluster in a scattering of colors. One went in: stripes.

“Alright, solids, you’re up.”

You approached the table, running through every piece of advice Jay had ever given you: stable bridge, hit the bottom if you want a stop, the top if you want a follow, be confident, follow through…You aimed at the red seven, ignored the feeling of Jay’s eyes on your face, and shot.

The ball rolled sadly past your target and hit the side of the table with a disappointing thump.

You sighed, half-relieved and half-disappointed. You were fairly certain your accuracy would tank the second Jay’s chest hit cool air. 

Jay didn’t say anything, just moved behind you, his hand ghosting over the small of your back as he walked to the other side of the table. He bent down with the accuracy of a pro, his brows furrowed and one of his eyes partially shut as he aimed.

You held your breath as time seemed to slow.

His arm moved, and you watched as the striped orange ball hit the table and banked into a side pocket: an incredible shot.

“Was that supposed to be ‘going easy?’” You asked, your face red. The room suddenly felt very hot.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “To be fair, that was pretty lucky.”

You fiddled with the edge of your top. “So…do you get to choose the clothing?”

He leaned against the table, looking you up and down slowly, his eyes trailing fire over your skin. “I’ll let you choose.”

You thought for a second, brushing your fingers over the rough fabric of your jean skirt and the thin material of your sheer top. You glanced up and smirked when you saw Jay watching your every movement. You bent down and unzipped the side of your black leather boots before tugging them off your feet. You stood up, both boots clenched between your fingers, and dropped them with a satisfying thud.

Jay let out a short laugh at your triumphant expression, his tongue flicking out over his lips. “You want to play it that way?”

“What? Wouldn’t want to go too fast.”

He sighed. “I was looking forward to seeing you in nothing but boots, though.”

You blushed. “Maybe I’ll put them back on later.”

He walked closer, smiling slightly when he saw you visibly tense. He stopped when your chests were almost touching. “I’ll look forward to it. Your turn.”

The game continued for what felt like hours as the tension grew and the amount of wine in the bottle shrank. Jay was going anything but easy, and you attributed it to the way his eyes darkened every time you revealed another patch of skin, aching for the next reveal. At this point, you were down to nothing but your bra and panties, your feet bare against the cool hardwood floor. Jay’s eyes were everywhere, settling on the curve of your back and the rise of your ass every time you bent over the table. 

You were starting to enjoy the way you were tormenting him and began to do some teasing of your own. You’d prop your elbow on the table during his turn, standing low so your tits were directly in his field of view. You put your chin in your hand and pouted your lip like you were bored, biting your lip whenever he glanced up.

It worked, because he started to miss, groaning softly whenever the ball uselessly hit just next to the pocket. Then he’d look up at you like you were a rock in his shoe and flex his hand like he was restraining himself, his eyes dark.

Meanwhile, you’d somehow managed to pocket two balls, which earned you a devilish smirk that made your knees weak and Jay’s shirt and shoes. 

When he first took off the black fabric, revealing lean muscle and golden skin, you’d missed your next two shots, unable to focus on anything besides how badly you wanted to trace your fingers up his chest. Jay just stood there and smiled, adjusting his pants so they revealed the top of his V-line. 

You downed the rest of your wine in one gulp.

Then Jay made another shot.

He chuckled.

He made another one.

Jay leaned on his pool cue, gaze darting over you.

Your pussy had been throbbing ever since you took your boots off, and the way he stared at you now was making your brain stall. There was nothing left you could use to draw out the inevitable, nothing to stop you from being left completely bare.

“Does this mean I lose?”

His tongue darted out. “Technically, yes.”

“So what now?”

Slowly, he started walking towards you, watching the way you clenched your thighs the closer he got. You were leaning against the table, and he stopped right in front of you, leaning his pool cue to the side, never once taking his eyes off of you.

He lowered his hand so the tips of his fingers brushed your waist, making your skin shiver. 

“Now, either you take them off…or me.”

Your breath grew shallow as his hand drifted up to tease the edge of your bra, his other hand resting on your hip. He moved closer so his bare stomach was pressed against yours, and the shock it sent up your spine felt so good you had to resist pulling him closer.

“Go ahead.” Your voice wavered on the last syllable, as his hand squeezed your thigh and your pussy clenched around nothing. 

He smirked. “It was a good game; better luck next time.” His hand slid behind you and unclipped your bra with one hand, pulling it off you and tossing it onto the pool table.

You sighed as your breasts hit cool air, his eyes immediately dropping to your hardened nipples. He ran his thumb over one, groaning softly when you exhaled, arching away from him as you pressed your back against the table. 

With his other hand, Jay hooked his finger into your panties and dragged them down, immediately grabbing your thighs and lifting you onto the table. You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. 

He looked up at you now, his lips parted as short breaths escaped them, roving over your naked body like you were a feast he didn’t know where to begin. You let your hands wander to the back of his neck and up into his hair, the blondish silver locks pooling over your fingers in soft waves.

“Fuck,” he said, “you’re gorgeous. I mean, I knew you would be, but fuck.”

You giggled. “So was this your plan all along?”

He smiled, running another finger over your nipple, making you whimper. “Not in this much detail, but…I wanted you from the moment I saw you holding the pool cue like you were seconds away from splitting it in half.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer. “So you’re saying the secret is walking around bars looking clueless?”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “No, only my bar, and only in front of me.”

Then he kissed you—hard—scraping his teeth along your bottom lip as his hand clutched the back of your neck. You groaned into his mouth, parting your lips around his tongue as your hands gripped his hair, holding him against you. 

Jay’s other hand went to your hip, fingers digging into the skin with the same intensity he had gripping the pool cue. He pulled you even closer, and you gasped when you felt his hard length straining against your core from inside his pants. 

He smiled against your lips and purposely moved against you, sending shivers down your back as your clit brushed his bulge. 

“You want it?” He started kissing down your jaw. “Want me to lay you out on this table and fuck you till you can’t think?” His voice was deep and breathy in your ear, heightening the pressure building low and hot between your legs. It was shocking how much your body craved him, the hours of tension creating a primal need that rallied in your body like a disease. Every sound was disarming, every touch debilitating.

“I need you so bad, Jay.” You sighed. You thought of the pool cue drifting over his fingers, how they were long and precise and so insanely torturous the way they teased you. “I want your fingers inside me.”

His lips stopped against your neck. “Say it again.”

“Jay,” you whined, looking down where your core was still pressed against his crotch. “Need to feel those talented hands all over me.” You smiled. “Your customer has a request; wouldn’t want me to leave a bad review now, would you?”

He chuckled darkly, the sound like blood red wine flowing through your veins. “Well, we couldn’t have that.”

He swept his arm behind you, clearing some of the stray balls before pushing you onto your back. He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning over until you were completely trapped under him, his blonde hair falling into his face as he looked down. “They say the customer is always right.” He leaned down even further until his lips were brushing your ear. “But you might regret it.”

Your heart was beating in rapid bursts, excitement and desire making your thoughts race in drunken flashes that were only intensified by the wine. “I’m a big girl, Jay.”

Jay kissed the corner of your mouth, suddenly tender as one of his hands traced your waist. “Then remember big girls don’t cry, y/n.”

A finger plunged into you, making you arch against the table at the sudden penetration. A broken moan spilled out of your mouth, and Jay muffled it with his lips, humming in pleasure as your body jerked and bucked against his hand. His tongue tangled with yours in an obscene dance, the wet sound of your mouths and his finger pumping into your pussy creating a cacophony of filthy sounds echoing through the large room. 

His thumb landed on your clit, rubbing hard, slow circles that made your brain short-circuit. You whimpered into his mouth, begging for more through the only part of your body that wasn’t being pressed against the table: your hands. You pulled at his hair and dug your fingers into his scalp, a rush of pleasure going straight to your head when he groaned and trembled under your touch.

Jay added another finger, making you pull away as your head tilted against the table at the stretch, a loud moan slipping from your lips. 

You felt him smile against your skin as he moved lower and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and lapping at the hardened bud as if he was starving. 

“Jay! Holy fuck. It feels so good.” You gasped, biting your lip to stop the collection of moans buffering in your throat, ready to spill out like a song.

A low sound that felt like a purr vibrated deep in his chest, and in one agonizing moment, he stepped back completely, his fingers withdrawing from the warmth of your pussy and leaving behind a sad emptiness.

“Noo,” you whined. You propped yourself up on your elbows, finding Jay staring at you with his usual smirk. His hair was a mess, the bare skin of his chest flushed, his eyes dark and foggy with need—and you thought that the sight of him now would haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t let you cum till I’m inside you.” He undid the button of his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his hard and dripping cock spring free.

Your mouth watered instantly, and your walls grasped uselessly at nothing. You clenched your thighs together, and Jay moved, grabbing your knees and pulling your legs apart. He kissed your kneecap. “Keep them open for me, ok? Wanna see how bad you need me.”

You bit your tongue, watching with glazed eyes as he kissed his way up your thigh, the pressure almost unbearable. 

He met your eyes, and without looking away, licked a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck!” You moaned, gritting your teeth as you resisted the urge to grind on his tongue. He made a gentle swirl around your clit, and a sound came out of you that you didn’t know you could make. Jay was still looking at you, total devotion on his face as he took in every clench of your jaw and parting of your lips. 

He stopped and stood up, leaning towards your face and kissing your cheeks softly. “You’re crying, baby, and I’m not even inside you yet. Don’t you remember what I said?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Big girls don’t cry.”

He smiled. “That’s right, so show me you can take it.”

You kissed him softly. “Please, Jay, I’ll be good.”

Jay searched your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and smeared mascara, looking at him like he was the earth and you were the moon. He nodded once. He shifted his hips. His hands moved to your waist.

His head pressed against your entrance. 

You inhaled sharply, gripping his shoulders and staring down at the place where your bodies were about to meet. 

He pushed inside, and the stretch had you leaning over his shoulder, holding onto him like a pillar, his hot skin the only thing grounding you as your walls huddled around him. 

You groaned in unison as he went deeper, and he kissed your neck, swirling gentle, rhythmic circles until he bottomed out with a satisfied sigh.

You sat there for a moment, breaths mingling. Your face buried in his neck, and his in your hair, both just basking in the way your bodies meshed together.

Then, he moved.

The friction was exquisite, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your smooth walls in dizzying strokes that had you moaning into his neck. You scraped your nails down Jay’s back, and you heard him curse into your hair, his thrusts speeding up. 

The pool table shook slightly under you, the balls rattling on the surface with every move of Jay’s hips. You pulled back and ran your lips up his jaw until he pulled back and met you in the middle, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss as he started to thrust into you harder and deeper.

He sucked on your bottom lip, smiling when you clutched at his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist, hands running down his arms as you tried to touch every inch of him. He dragged you even closer by the hips, groaning when his dick started slamming against your cervix, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. 

The pressure in your body was a coil tightened to its limit, making every movement brutal as your body begged for release. You kissed Jay harder, moaning into his mouth and rocking against him as you chased your climax.

Jay’s breaths turned ragged as you moved in time with him, maddeningly turned on by the way you clutched at him as if he were the ground beneath your feet. “y/n,” he groaned between kisses. “Let me cum inside, please.”

You nodded against his mouth, almost too delirious for words. “Yes,” you choked.

He groaned and pulled away from your mouth with a wet pop as he started thrusting into you rapidly, looking down and watching himself disappear inside you.

“God, you’re perfect, you’re mine, you’re all mine.” Jay gasped.

You looked down too, the image combined with the filthy sounds of your meshing bodies sending a jolt of pleasure down your back. You felt your climax building, rising in a crescendo of ecstasy. “Jay, I’m cumming!”

The squelching sounds of your juices around his cock got louder, blending with the high-pitched moan that ripped from your throat when your orgasm hit you.

Your vision blurred, and you braced yourself with one hand on Jay’s chest, grinding in time with the waves of pleasure as your climax ran its course.

Jay followed right after, moaning as your pussy clamped down and milked him dry, his hot seed spilling inside of you in spurts. He slowed his thrusts, his eyes fluttering closed as his own orgasm heightened and subsided. He tilted his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily, occasionally placing kisses along your sweaty collarbone. 

You massaged his scalp, letting his silky hair brush over your fingers, basking in the heavy silence of Jay’s apartment, only broken by your soft pants. 

You sat there for a few moments, processing. Then Jay slowly slipped out of you, drawing soft groans from each of you as you finally came apart. He kissed you softly and whispered against your lips. “You were amazing.”

You smirked. “At pool? Or…?”

He laughed. “Your game could use some work, but lucky for you, I’m always open to more lessons.”

“Well, now that I know your…teaching methods, I’d be happy to come back.”

Jay started kissing down your neck. “Good, next time we can work on your break. His mouth went between your breasts, trailing down to your stomach. “Or…” He stopped below your belly button, a new wave of heat already pooling between your legs. “The way you break under my tongue.”

“Tomorrow?” You asked, breath already uneven.

He smiled before disappearing between your legs. “Right now.”

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You leaned against the dark green table, staring glumly at your friend across the room who had ditched you to talk to some guy twenty minutes ago, promising she was “just getting his number.” You watched your friend laugh loudly, placing her hand on his shoulder, her red lipstick bright in the dim bar light. 

Yeah, she wasn’t coming back any time soon.

The cue was smooth and hard between your fingers as you lifted it back into position, and you bent low as you aimed at the cue ball, trying for the same green six. 

Deep breath, two. Pull back, aim. Shoot.

This one was closer. It actually hit the six, but instead of hitting it in—somehow—it knocked it to the side, causing it to spin loosely along the table until it came to a slow stop.

You groaned, leaning heavily on your pool cue as you stared at the evil ball. “How can I be so bad?” You muttered. 

“For starters, your bridge is terrible.”

A voice sounded behind you, and you whirled around to find a man leaning against the railing on the stairs leading down to the pool area, a smirk on his face. He was gorgeous: tan skin, blonde hair, a black button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing lean forearms and slender fingers that twitched slightly at the ends—as if he was used to fidgeting with something that wasn’t there. His pants were black too, making him look like an elegant shadow beside the brightness of his hair.

You blinked. “My bridge?”

He walked down the steps, his silver necklace brushing against his exposed collarbone. “Your bridge, the way you make a base for the cue with your hand. It’s unsteady; you’ll never shoot straight if you don’t have a firm base.” He grabbed another pool cue from the wall and leaned over the table, placing the hardwood between his thumb and index finger. He moved it slightly, and you watched as the cue moved forward, not even a little wobbly.

“See?” He said. He moved around the table and hit the cue ball toward the orange five on the other side of the table, sinking it into the pocket.

When he did it, it looked like the easiest thing in the world. 

“Now you try.” He nodded at the cue still gripped between your fingers, a strand of his blonde hair falling out of its slicked-back style. 

You sucked in your bottom lip, feeling heat creeping up your neck. You had no interest in embarrassing yourself in front of some hot guy, but he was looking at you intently, clearly determined to help you. There was no backing out.

You picked up your cue and leaned down, aiming for the blue two in front of the side pocket. You tried to copy his hand placement, sliding the smooth wood between your fingers. It felt a bit more stable, but as you shot, the cue wobbled to the side, making the ball spin off course.

“Better,” he said. He moved towards you and motioned for you to get in position, and when you did, you felt him behind you, his body a warm pillar as he leaned over you. He put his arms on either side of you, guiding your hands with his own. His fingers brushed your knuckles as he shifted them against the green turf, and you felt your entire body heating up at the proximity. 

“Like…this.” His hot breath bloomed against your neck. “Move the cue around, feel the difference.”

You pushed the cue as if you were hitting a ball, and your eyes widened at how much better it felt. The pole felt controlled, precise, completely different from the shaky awkwardness of before.

“Wow,” you said, “that’s…a lot better.”

The man hadn’t moved from behind you; he only retracted his arms, letting you position the cue freely. He leaned against the table. “No problem, try it out.”

You picked up the cue ball and placed it in front of your nemesis: the green six. You lowered your head, recreating the same steady bridge with your hand he had shown you. Same ritual: deep breath, two, pull back, shoot. 

The white ball hit the green six squarely in the center with a satisfying clack, sending it flying into the corner pocket. 

You gasped, “I did it!”

The man chuckled. “There you go, see? You’re not bad.”

You smiled, meeting his eyes. “Without you, I am.”

He nodded, smiling slightly, and the expression made your stomach flutter. “Happy to be of service.”

You shifted on your feet, looking around and noticing that the two of you were the only ones in the pool area, quiet, except for the distant bar chatter echoing in the dim greenish glow.

“So…you come here often?” You asked, hating the cheesy line the second you said it.

But he seemed to like it, because he laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, and you noticed the silver glint of his watch on his wrist. It looked expensive. “Yeah, I’m here pretty often.” 

“You got a name?”

He smiled. “I do, it’s Jay.”

“I’m y/n.”

“Pleasure,” Jay said. “Are you here alone?”

“Oh no, my friend is here.” You gestured at the bar, where your friend was, and you coughed when you noticed she and the guy had started an intense makeout session, not noticing the bartender shooting them dirty looks.

Jay smirked. “Seems like she’s having more fun than you are.”

You scoffed. “I’m used to it; she’s always been more…social. But I’m having a perfectly good time working on my pool game.”

“Oh yeah, it seemed like it was going really well.” His eyes ran down your figure—so fast you almost missed it—but it was enough to make you hyperaware of how your black halter top fit around your neck. Suddenly constrictive as a thin layer of sweat coated your hands. 

You shrugged. “I would have figured it out.”

“Oh, so should I leave? Give you more space to ‘figure it out?’” 

You laughed softly, your cheeks hot. “I guess you’re sort of helpful, besides…there’s space.”

Jay’s eyes darted around the vacant tables. “I guess there is.”

You stared at each other, a tension settling in the air that made your skin prickle.

“You know, if you really want to get better…I could teach you.” Jay said after a moment.

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He smiled, running a hand through his blonde hair. “Yeah, I’ve been told I have some skills, so if you want to be uh—” he glanced at your friend at the bar, still locking lips with the guy, “—social, you could come by tomorrow, and I’ll teach you.”

“Here?”

Jay chuckled. “Yeah, why? Are these tables not to your liking?”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, his tan skin almost glowing in the warm light, and the way he looked at you was making it hard to speak straight. “N-no, they’re really nice; it’s one of the nicest bars I’ve been to actually.”

“Great, does 9 pm work?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at his lips. “Sounds good.”

He noticed, his eyes darkening slightly. “Perfect.”

Just then, your friend came bounding down the stairs, face flushed and hair messy. “Hey, sorry about that, I got distracted.” She glanced at Jay, and one look at his dark clothes and blonde hair and her entire face changed. “Oh, hello, do you two know each other?”

You shook your head. “No, we just met; this is Jay.”

“Jay…” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, smiling sweetly. “Where have you been hiding?”

Jay chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. “Alright, I think it’s time to call it for the night.” You grabbed your friend's hand and started walking towards the stairs. “It was nice meeting you, Jay.”

He nodded, his unfairly bright smile finding its way back to his lips. “Likewise, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Your friend asked, looking between you, “What’s tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you whispered, dragging her away, the smile on your face so wide it almost hurt. 

The next night, you walked into the bar wearing a black sheer top over a jean skirt, your heart beating out of your chest with nerves.

All day you’d been thinking of him: the way his eyes ran down your figure, the way his breath felt on your neck, and how you weren’t quite sure you were going to be able to make it through a whole night with him.

Now, as the familiar lights washed over you and the low sounds of laughter wafted through the room, you felt a new wave of fear rip through you, creating a full-body shiver. What if he stood you up? What if he was a weirdo? What if he turned out to be a serial killer? Or the favorite anxiety thought: What if you hallucinated him?

You walked in and awkwardly shuffled towards the pool tables, glancing over the side of the railing as you searched for a flash of his blonde hair. But you only spotted a couple of college guys and a pair of tough-looking older men wearing leather jackets, bright-colored patches adorning every inch.

You checked your watch. 8:59

Maybe you were too on time? You tended to arrive at places earlier than people expected you, much to many of your friends' annoyance. “10:00 means 10:15 y/n; you just say it earlier because everyone’s always late!”

You were never late.

You fiddled with your purse, glancing between the bar and the pool tables, debating between ordering a drink and warming up with a few ball hits to make yourself look a little less bad in front of Jay. 

Then a hand rested on your back.

You jumped, turning to find Jay looking down at you, dressed in a casual black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a smile already on his face. “You’re right on time.”

You smiled back, your skin tingling from his hand on your back. “I thought I was early.”

“Nothing wrong with being early, just means more time for our lesson.” He smirked, “Come on, it’s a bit crowded out here; I got a table in the back.”

“The back?” You asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought this was the only room.”

“For most people, but you’re my guest.” He started walking away, motioning for you to follow.

You hesitated, looking over at the public tables that were now full, the place bustling with activity. You knew you shouldn’t go somewhere private with some guy you barely knew, but Jay felt so safe, so steady, and before you could think too hard, you were walking after him. 

He moved through the room seamlessly, and you tilted your head when you saw the bartender nod at him.

Jay led you to a dark wooden door at the back of the room, and your eyes widened when you saw the large white sign on the door adorned with bold black letters: PRIVATE, DO NOT ENTER. 

He opened it and motioned for you to go ahead of him.

You stared at him. “Do you…work here?”

He chuckled, looking between you and the door. “y/n, I’m the owner.”

Your eyes widened like saucers. “What?”

He leaned against the threshold, brushing a hand through his hair, peering into the bar behind you. “Yeah, the whole place is mine. Does that change anything?”

“N-no, I’m just-” You laughed. “-I thought you were a normal guy.”

He smiled, and his eyes dropped to your lips. “I don’t think we’re so different.”

You felt your cheeks erupt with heat, and you looked through the open door, finding a dark set of stairs. “Well, I’m very curious to see the owner’s private table.”

“Lead the way.”

You walked up the stairs, finding a matching wooden door at the top—dark and slightly foreboding. You opened it. “Whoa.”

It was a studio apartment, complete with a small kitchen along one wall, a bed tucked in the corner next to a wide window, and a room off to one side leading to a bathroom. Your eyes scanned over a small collection of guitars propped in one corner, the colors bright and glossy against the dark wood of the floor and walls. A TV sat facing the bed, surrounded by a bookshelf decorated with a collection of pictures and trophies. 

But the crown jewel of the room was the pool table. 

It stood in the center, the felt bright green, the base of the table a wood so dark it was basically black. The pockets were polished silver, the collection of pool cues on the wall pristine and orderly. You had never thought of pool tables as particularly attractive before, but this one was changing your mind. 

Jay walked to the sink. “Drink?”

You tore your eyes away from the table and back to him. “Oh, sure.”

“I’ve got it all: beer, wine, scotch…pick your poison.”

You smiled. “Wine sounds nice.”

He nodded to himself. “I’ve got just the bottle.”

Within a few minutes, you were each holding a wine glass, Jay leaning against the massive table as he arranged the balls in the triangular rack.

You eyed the trophies on the bookshelf, a golden eight ball perched on one of them. “You weren’t lying about having skills.”

“Most of them are from my college days; I bet you’ll be beating me by the end of the night.”

You snorted. “I highly doubt that.”

“I’ve been told I’m a great teacher.”

“No one’s that good.” You said.

His rich laugh rumbled deep in his throat. “Oh, I am.”

You took a sip of your wine. “Alright, I expect to be a pool master by the time I go to sleep tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He set his glass down and grabbed a pool cue, aiming at the cue ball. “Now, lesson one…”

Jay led you through a myriad of tips and tricks, first demonstrating, then watching on the side with his arms crossed as you bent over the table to take your shot. You felt his eyes on you constantly, drifting from your finger bridge all the way down your back. He wasn’t trying to hide it; he was flirty in the most disarming way possible: subtle with words, but explicit with touch.

Every time he walked by you when he was positioning for a better shot, he’d go much closer than necessary, letting his arm brush yours. Sometimes, he’d even gently place his hands on your shoulders, moving you to the side, his fingers tracing down your skin. 

When it was your turn, he stood right next to you, murmuring instructions with his deep voice, his hip almost pressed against yours.

You tried to focus on the game, because you really did want to be a good student, but every time he spoke, you shivered, and every time his eyes met yours, you momentarily stopped breathing. 

You were truly fighting for your life.

But just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. So much worse.

Jay was in the middle of pouring your third glass of wine, and you were desperately trying to focus on aiming your shot instead of staring at the way his fingers caressed the bottle when he spoke—so casual it sent a chill down your spine.

“How about we up the stakes?”

You stopped. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” he said, “...that every time one of us pockets a ball, the other one takes off a piece of clothing.”

You stared at him blankly, your brain struggling to decide if you just heard him right.

He handed you your wine glass. “Just a suggestion.”

You took it numbly, inhaling sharply when his fingers brushed yours. 

He smiled.

You blinked and took a breath. “That seems…highly one-sided given your-” you glanced at his trophy case, “-achievements.”

He chuckled, the sound going straight between your legs. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Is this what you meant when you said you were a good teacher?”

“Maybe.”

You watched as Jay arranged the colored balls into the rack, now painfully aware of the way his muscles flexed under his shirt and the way the tendon in his neck shifted beneath his skin. You clenched your thighs together, the tension in the room alone enough to build the pressure in your core. 

He placed the cue ball across from the triangle and broke the cluster in a scattering of colors. One went in: stripes.

“Alright, solids, you’re up.”

You approached the table, running through every piece of advice Jay had ever given you: stable bridge, hit the bottom if you want a stop, the top if you want a follow, be confident, follow through…You aimed at the red seven, ignored the feeling of Jay’s eyes on your face, and shot.

The ball rolled sadly past your target and hit the side of the table with a disappointing thump.

You sighed, half-relieved and half-disappointed. You were fairly certain your accuracy would tank the second Jay’s chest hit cool air. 

Jay didn’t say anything, just moved behind you, his hand ghosting over the small of your back as he walked to the other side of the table. He bent down with the accuracy of a pro, his brows furrowed and one of his eyes partially shut as he aimed.

You held your breath as time seemed to slow.

His arm moved, and you watched as the striped orange ball hit the table and banked into a side pocket: an incredible shot.

“Was that supposed to be ‘going easy?’” You asked, your face red. The room suddenly felt very hot.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “To be fair, that was pretty lucky.”

You fiddled with the edge of your top. “So…do you get to choose the clothing?”

He leaned against the table, looking you up and down slowly, his eyes trailing fire over your skin. “I’ll let you choose.”

You thought for a second, brushing your fingers over the rough fabric of your jean skirt and the thin material of your sheer top. You glanced up and smirked when you saw Jay watching your every movement. You bent down and unzipped the side of your black leather boots before tugging them off your feet. You stood up, both boots clenched between your fingers, and dropped them with a satisfying thud.

Jay let out a short laugh at your triumphant expression, his tongue flicking out over his lips. “You want to play it that way?”

“What? Wouldn’t want to go too fast.”

He sighed. “I was looking forward to seeing you in nothing but boots, though.”

You blushed. “Maybe I’ll put them back on later.”

He walked closer, smiling slightly when he saw you visibly tense. He stopped when your chests were almost touching. “I’ll look forward to it. Your turn.”

The game continued for what felt like hours as the tension grew and the amount of wine in the bottle shrank. Jay was going anything but easy, and you attributed it to the way his eyes darkened every time you revealed another patch of skin, aching for the next reveal. At this point, you were down to nothing but your bra and panties, your feet bare against the cool hardwood floor. Jay’s eyes were everywhere, settling on the curve of your back and the rise of your ass every time you bent over the table. 

You were starting to enjoy the way you were tormenting him and began to do some teasing of your own. You’d prop your elbow on the table during his turn, standing low so your tits were directly in his field of view. You put your chin in your hand and pouted your lip like you were bored, biting your lip whenever he glanced up.

It worked, because he started to miss, groaning softly whenever the ball uselessly hit just next to the pocket. Then he’d look up at you like you were a rock in his shoe and flex his hand like he was restraining himself, his eyes dark.

Meanwhile, you’d somehow managed to pocket two balls, which earned you a devilish smirk that made your knees weak and Jay’s shirt and shoes. 

When he first took off the black fabric, revealing lean muscle and golden skin, you’d missed your next two shots, unable to focus on anything besides how badly you wanted to trace your fingers up his chest. Jay just stood there and smiled, adjusting his pants so they revealed the top of his V-line. 

You downed the rest of your wine in one gulp.

Then Jay made another shot.

He chuckled.

He made another one.

Jay leaned on his pool cue, gaze darting over you.

Your pussy had been throbbing ever since you took your boots off, and the way he stared at you now was making your brain stall. There was nothing left you could use to draw out the inevitable, nothing to stop you from being left completely bare.

“Does this mean I lose?”

His tongue darted out. “Technically, yes.”

“So what now?”

Slowly, he started walking towards you, watching the way you clenched your thighs the closer he got. You were leaning against the table, and he stopped right in front of you, leaning his pool cue to the side, never once taking his eyes off of you.

He lowered his hand so the tips of his fingers brushed your waist, making your skin shiver. 

“Now, either you take them off…or me.”

Your breath grew shallow as his hand drifted up to tease the edge of your bra, his other hand resting on your hip. He moved closer so his bare stomach was pressed against yours, and the shock it sent up your spine felt so good you had to resist pulling him closer.

“Go ahead.” Your voice wavered on the last syllable, as his hand squeezed your thigh and your pussy clenched around nothing. 

He smirked. “It was a good game; better luck next time.” His hand slid behind you and unclipped your bra with one hand, pulling it off you and tossing it onto the pool table.

You sighed as your breasts hit cool air, his eyes immediately dropping to your hardened nipples. He ran his thumb over one, groaning softly when you exhaled, arching away from him as you pressed your back against the table. 

With his other hand, Jay hooked his finger into your panties and dragged them down, immediately grabbing your thighs and lifting you onto the table. You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. 

He looked up at you now, his lips parted as short breaths escaped them, roving over your naked body like you were a feast he didn’t know where to begin. You let your hands wander to the back of his neck and up into his hair, the blondish silver locks pooling over your fingers in soft waves.

“Fuck,” he said, “you’re gorgeous. I mean, I knew you would be, but fuck.”

You giggled. “So was this your plan all along?”

He smiled, running another finger over your nipple, making you whimper. “Not in this much detail, but…I wanted you from the moment I saw you holding the pool cue like you were seconds away from splitting it in half.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer. “So you’re saying the secret is walking around bars looking clueless?”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “No, only my bar, and only in front of me.”

Then he kissed you—hard—scraping his teeth along your bottom lip as his hand clutched the back of your neck. You groaned into his mouth, parting your lips around his tongue as your hands gripped his hair, holding him against you. 

Jay’s other hand went to your hip, fingers digging into the skin with the same intensity he had gripping the pool cue. He pulled you even closer, and you gasped when you felt his hard length straining against your core from inside his pants. 

He smiled against your lips and purposely moved against you, sending shivers down your back as your clit brushed his bulge. 

“You want it?” He started kissing down your jaw. “Want me to lay you out on this table and fuck you till you can’t think?” His voice was deep and breathy in your ear, heightening the pressure building low and hot between your legs. It was shocking how much your body craved him, the hours of tension creating a primal need that rallied in your body like a disease. Every sound was disarming, every touch debilitating.

“I need you so bad, Jay.” You sighed. You thought of the pool cue drifting over his fingers, how they were long and precise and so insanely torturous the way they teased you. “I want your fingers inside me.”

His lips stopped against your neck. “Say it again.”

“Jay,” you whined, looking down where your core was still pressed against his crotch. “Need to feel those talented hands all over me.” You smiled. “Your customer has a request; wouldn’t want me to leave a bad review now, would you?”

He chuckled darkly, the sound like blood red wine flowing through your veins. “Well, we couldn’t have that.”

He swept his arm behind you, clearing some of the stray balls before pushing you onto your back. He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning over until you were completely trapped under him, his blonde hair falling into his face as he looked down. “They say the customer is always right.” He leaned down even further until his lips were brushing your ear. “But you might regret it.”

Your heart was beating in rapid bursts, excitement and desire making your thoughts race in drunken flashes that were only intensified by the wine. “I’m a big girl, Jay.”

Jay kissed the corner of your mouth, suddenly tender as one of his hands traced your waist. “Then remember big girls don’t cry, y/n.”

A finger plunged into you, making you arch against the table at the sudden penetration. A broken moan spilled out of your mouth, and Jay muffled it with his lips, humming in pleasure as your body jerked and bucked against his hand. His tongue tangled with yours in an obscene dance, the wet sound of your mouths and his finger pumping into your pussy creating a cacophony of filthy sounds echoing through the large room. 

His thumb landed on your clit, rubbing hard, slow circles that made your brain short-circuit. You whimpered into his mouth, begging for more through the only part of your body that wasn’t being pressed against the table: your hands. You pulled at his hair and dug your fingers into his scalp, a rush of pleasure going straight to your head when he groaned and trembled under your touch.

Jay added another finger, making you pull away as your head tilted against the table at the stretch, a loud moan slipping from your lips. 

You felt him smile against your skin as he moved lower and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and lapping at the hardened bud as if he was starving. 

“Jay! Holy fuck. It feels so good.” You gasped, biting your lip to stop the collection of moans buffering in your throat, ready to spill out like a song.

A low sound that felt like a purr vibrated deep in his chest, and in one agonizing moment, he stepped back completely, his fingers withdrawing from the warmth of your pussy and leaving behind a sad emptiness.

“Noo,” you whined. You propped yourself up on your elbows, finding Jay staring at you with his usual smirk. His hair was a mess, the bare skin of his chest flushed, his eyes dark and foggy with need—and you thought that the sight of him now would haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t let you cum till I’m inside you.” He undid the button of his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his hard and dripping cock spring free.

Your mouth watered instantly, and your walls grasped uselessly at nothing. You clenched your thighs together, and Jay moved, grabbing your knees and pulling your legs apart. He kissed your kneecap. “Keep them open for me, ok? Wanna see how bad you need me.”

You bit your tongue, watching with glazed eyes as he kissed his way up your thigh, the pressure almost unbearable. 

He met your eyes, and without looking away, licked a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck!” You moaned, gritting your teeth as you resisted the urge to grind on his tongue. He made a gentle swirl around your clit, and a sound came out of you that you didn’t know you could make. Jay was still looking at you, total devotion on his face as he took in every clench of your jaw and parting of your lips. 

He stopped and stood up, leaning towards your face and kissing your cheeks softly. “You’re crying, baby, and I’m not even inside you yet. Don’t you remember what I said?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Big girls don’t cry.”

He smiled. “That’s right, so show me you can take it.”

You kissed him softly. “Please, Jay, I’ll be good.”

Jay searched your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and smeared mascara, looking at him like he was the earth and you were the moon. He nodded once. He shifted his hips. His hands moved to your waist.

His head pressed against your entrance. 

You inhaled sharply, gripping his shoulders and staring down at the place where your bodies were about to meet. 

He pushed inside, and the stretch had you leaning over his shoulder, holding onto him like a pillar, his hot skin the only thing grounding you as your walls huddled around him. 

You groaned in unison as he went deeper, and he kissed your neck, swirling gentle, rhythmic circles until he bottomed out with a satisfied sigh.

You sat there for a moment, breaths mingling. Your face buried in his neck, and his in your hair, both just basking in the way your bodies meshed together.

Then, he moved.

The friction was exquisite, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your smooth walls in dizzying strokes that had you moaning into his neck. You scraped your nails down Jay’s back, and you heard him curse into your hair, his thrusts speeding up. 

The pool table shook slightly under you, the balls rattling on the surface with every move of Jay’s hips. You pulled back and ran your lips up his jaw until he pulled back and met you in the middle, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss as he started to thrust into you harder and deeper.

He sucked on your bottom lip, smiling when you clutched at his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist, hands running down his arms as you tried to touch every inch of him. He dragged you even closer by the hips, groaning when his dick started slamming against your cervix, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. 

The pressure in your body was a coil tightened to its limit, making every movement brutal as your body begged for release. You kissed Jay harder, moaning into his mouth and rocking against him as you chased your climax.

Jay’s breaths turned ragged as you moved in time with him, maddeningly turned on by the way you clutched at him as if he were the ground beneath your feet. “y/n,” he groaned between kisses. “Let me cum inside, please.”

You nodded against his mouth, almost too delirious for words. “Yes,” you choked.

He groaned and pulled away from your mouth with a wet pop as he started thrusting into you rapidly, looking down and watching himself disappear inside you.

“God, you’re perfect, you’re mine, you’re all mine.” Jay gasped.

You looked down too, the image combined with the filthy sounds of your meshing bodies sending a jolt of pleasure down your back. You felt your climax building, rising in a crescendo of ecstasy. “Jay, I’m cumming!”

The squelching sounds of your juices around his cock got louder, blending with the high-pitched moan that ripped from your throat when your orgasm hit you.

Your vision blurred, and you braced yourself with one hand on Jay’s chest, grinding in time with the waves of pleasure as your climax ran its course.

Jay followed right after, moaning as your pussy clamped down and milked him dry, his hot seed spilling inside of you in spurts. He slowed his thrusts, his eyes fluttering closed as his own orgasm heightened and subsided. He tilted his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily, occasionally placing kisses along your sweaty collarbone. 

You massaged his scalp, letting his silky hair brush over your fingers, basking in the heavy silence of Jay’s apartment, only broken by your soft pants. 

You sat there for a few moments, processing. Then Jay slowly slipped out of you, drawing soft groans from each of you as you finally came apart. He kissed you softly and whispered against your lips. “You were amazing.”

You smirked. “At pool? Or…?”

He laughed. “Your game could use some work, but lucky for you, I’m always open to more lessons.”

“Well, now that I know your…teaching methods, I’d be happy to come back.”

Jay started kissing down your neck. “Good, next time we can work on your break. His mouth went between your breasts, trailing down to your stomach. “Or…” He stopped below your belly button, a new wave of heat already pooling between your legs. “The way you break under my tongue.”

“Tomorrow?” You asked, breath already uneven.

He smiled before disappearing between your legs. “Right now.”

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You leaned against the dark green table, staring glumly at your friend across the room who had ditched you to talk to some guy twenty minutes ago, promising she was “just getting his number.” You watched your friend laugh loudly, placing her hand on his shoulder, her red lipstick bright in the dim bar light. 

Yeah, she wasn’t coming back any time soon.

The cue was smooth and hard between your fingers as you lifted it back into position, and you bent low as you aimed at the cue ball, trying for the same green six. 

Deep breath, two. Pull back, aim. Shoot.

This one was closer. It actually hit the six, but instead of hitting it in—somehow—it knocked it to the side, causing it to spin loosely along the table until it came to a slow stop.

You groaned, leaning heavily on your pool cue as you stared at the evil ball. “How can I be so bad?” You muttered. 

“For starters, your bridge is terrible.”

A voice sounded behind you, and you whirled around to find a man leaning against the railing on the stairs leading down to the pool area, a smirk on his face. He was gorgeous: tan skin, blonde hair, a black button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing lean forearms and slender fingers that twitched slightly at the ends—as if he was used to fidgeting with something that wasn’t there. His pants were black too, making him look like an elegant shadow beside the brightness of his hair.

You blinked. “My bridge?”

He walked down the steps, his silver necklace brushing against his exposed collarbone. “Your bridge, the way you make a base for the cue with your hand. It’s unsteady; you’ll never shoot straight if you don’t have a firm base.” He grabbed another pool cue from the wall and leaned over the table, placing the hardwood between his thumb and index finger. He moved it slightly, and you watched as the cue moved forward, not even a little wobbly.

“See?” He said. He moved around the table and hit the cue ball toward the orange five on the other side of the table, sinking it into the pocket.

When he did it, it looked like the easiest thing in the world. 

“Now you try.” He nodded at the cue still gripped between your fingers, a strand of his blonde hair falling out of its slicked-back style. 

You sucked in your bottom lip, feeling heat creeping up your neck. You had no interest in embarrassing yourself in front of some hot guy, but he was looking at you intently, clearly determined to help you. There was no backing out.

You picked up your cue and leaned down, aiming for the blue two in front of the side pocket. You tried to copy his hand placement, sliding the smooth wood between your fingers. It felt a bit more stable, but as you shot, the cue wobbled to the side, making the ball spin off course.

“Better,” he said. He moved towards you and motioned for you to get in position, and when you did, you felt him behind you, his body a warm pillar as he leaned over you. He put his arms on either side of you, guiding your hands with his own. His fingers brushed your knuckles as he shifted them against the green turf, and you felt your entire body heating up at the proximity. 

“Like…this.” His hot breath bloomed against your neck. “Move the cue around, feel the difference.”

You pushed the cue as if you were hitting a ball, and your eyes widened at how much better it felt. The pole felt controlled, precise, completely different from the shaky awkwardness of before.

“Wow,” you said, “that’s…a lot better.”

The man hadn’t moved from behind you; he only retracted his arms, letting you position the cue freely. He leaned against the table. “No problem, try it out.”

You picked up the cue ball and placed it in front of your nemesis: the green six. You lowered your head, recreating the same steady bridge with your hand he had shown you. Same ritual: deep breath, two, pull back, shoot. 

The white ball hit the green six squarely in the center with a satisfying clack, sending it flying into the corner pocket. 

You gasped, “I did it!”

The man chuckled. “There you go, see? You’re not bad.”

You smiled, meeting his eyes. “Without you, I am.”

He nodded, smiling slightly, and the expression made your stomach flutter. “Happy to be of service.”

You shifted on your feet, looking around and noticing that the two of you were the only ones in the pool area, quiet, except for the distant bar chatter echoing in the dim greenish glow.

“So…you come here often?” You asked, hating the cheesy line the second you said it.

But he seemed to like it, because he laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, and you noticed the silver glint of his watch on his wrist. It looked expensive. “Yeah, I’m here pretty often.” 

“You got a name?”

He smiled. “I do, it’s Jay.”

“I’m y/n.”

“Pleasure,” Jay said. “Are you here alone?”

“Oh no, my friend is here.” You gestured at the bar, where your friend was, and you coughed when you noticed she and the guy had started an intense makeout session, not noticing the bartender shooting them dirty looks.

Jay smirked. “Seems like she’s having more fun than you are.”

You scoffed. “I’m used to it; she’s always been more…social. But I’m having a perfectly good time working on my pool game.”

“Oh yeah, it seemed like it was going really well.” His eyes ran down your figure—so fast you almost missed it—but it was enough to make you hyperaware of how your black halter top fit around your neck. Suddenly constrictive as a thin layer of sweat coated your hands. 

You shrugged. “I would have figured it out.”

“Oh, so should I leave? Give you more space to ‘figure it out?’” 

You laughed softly, your cheeks hot. “I guess you’re sort of helpful, besides…there’s space.”

Jay’s eyes darted around the vacant tables. “I guess there is.”

You stared at each other, a tension settling in the air that made your skin prickle.

“You know, if you really want to get better…I could teach you.” Jay said after a moment.

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He smiled, running a hand through his blonde hair. “Yeah, I’ve been told I have some skills, so if you want to be uh—” he glanced at your friend at the bar, still locking lips with the guy, “—social, you could come by tomorrow, and I’ll teach you.”

“Here?”

Jay chuckled. “Yeah, why? Are these tables not to your liking?”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, his tan skin almost glowing in the warm light, and the way he looked at you was making it hard to speak straight. “N-no, they’re really nice; it’s one of the nicest bars I’ve been to actually.”

“Great, does 9 pm work?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at his lips. “Sounds good.”

He noticed, his eyes darkening slightly. “Perfect.”

Just then, your friend came bounding down the stairs, face flushed and hair messy. “Hey, sorry about that, I got distracted.” She glanced at Jay, and one look at his dark clothes and blonde hair and her entire face changed. “Oh, hello, do you two know each other?”

You shook your head. “No, we just met; this is Jay.”

“Jay…” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, smiling sweetly. “Where have you been hiding?”

Jay chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. “Alright, I think it’s time to call it for the night.” You grabbed your friend's hand and started walking towards the stairs. “It was nice meeting you, Jay.”

He nodded, his unfairly bright smile finding its way back to his lips. “Likewise, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Your friend asked, looking between you, “What’s tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you whispered, dragging her away, the smile on your face so wide it almost hurt. 

The next night, you walked into the bar wearing a black sheer top over a jean skirt, your heart beating out of your chest with nerves.

All day you’d been thinking of him: the way his eyes ran down your figure, the way his breath felt on your neck, and how you weren’t quite sure you were going to be able to make it through a whole night with him.

Now, as the familiar lights washed over you and the low sounds of laughter wafted through the room, you felt a new wave of fear rip through you, creating a full-body shiver. What if he stood you up? What if he was a weirdo? What if he turned out to be a serial killer? Or the favorite anxiety thought: What if you hallucinated him?

You walked in and awkwardly shuffled towards the pool tables, glancing over the side of the railing as you searched for a flash of his blonde hair. But you only spotted a couple of college guys and a pair of tough-looking older men wearing leather jackets, bright-colored patches adorning every inch.

You checked your watch. 8:59

Maybe you were too on time? You tended to arrive at places earlier than people expected you, much to many of your friends' annoyance. “10:00 means 10:15 y/n; you just say it earlier because everyone’s always late!”

You were never late.

You fiddled with your purse, glancing between the bar and the pool tables, debating between ordering a drink and warming up with a few ball hits to make yourself look a little less bad in front of Jay. 

Then a hand rested on your back.

You jumped, turning to find Jay looking down at you, dressed in a casual black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a smile already on his face. “You’re right on time.”

You smiled back, your skin tingling from his hand on your back. “I thought I was early.”

“Nothing wrong with being early, just means more time for our lesson.” He smirked, “Come on, it’s a bit crowded out here; I got a table in the back.”

“The back?” You asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought this was the only room.”

“For most people, but you’re my guest.” He started walking away, motioning for you to follow.

You hesitated, looking over at the public tables that were now full, the place bustling with activity. You knew you shouldn’t go somewhere private with some guy you barely knew, but Jay felt so safe, so steady, and before you could think too hard, you were walking after him. 

He moved through the room seamlessly, and you tilted your head when you saw the bartender nod at him.

Jay led you to a dark wooden door at the back of the room, and your eyes widened when you saw the large white sign on the door adorned with bold black letters: PRIVATE, DO NOT ENTER. 

He opened it and motioned for you to go ahead of him.

You stared at him. “Do you…work here?”

He chuckled, looking between you and the door. “y/n, I’m the owner.”

Your eyes widened like saucers. “What?”

He leaned against the threshold, brushing a hand through his hair, peering into the bar behind you. “Yeah, the whole place is mine. Does that change anything?”

“N-no, I’m just-” You laughed. “-I thought you were a normal guy.”

He smiled, and his eyes dropped to your lips. “I don’t think we’re so different.”

You felt your cheeks erupt with heat, and you looked through the open door, finding a dark set of stairs. “Well, I’m very curious to see the owner’s private table.”

“Lead the way.”

You walked up the stairs, finding a matching wooden door at the top—dark and slightly foreboding. You opened it. “Whoa.”

It was a studio apartment, complete with a small kitchen along one wall, a bed tucked in the corner next to a wide window, and a room off to one side leading to a bathroom. Your eyes scanned over a small collection of guitars propped in one corner, the colors bright and glossy against the dark wood of the floor and walls. A TV sat facing the bed, surrounded by a bookshelf decorated with a collection of pictures and trophies. 

But the crown jewel of the room was the pool table. 

It stood in the center, the felt bright green, the base of the table a wood so dark it was basically black. The pockets were polished silver, the collection of pool cues on the wall pristine and orderly. You had never thought of pool tables as particularly attractive before, but this one was changing your mind. 

Jay walked to the sink. “Drink?”

You tore your eyes away from the table and back to him. “Oh, sure.”

“I’ve got it all: beer, wine, scotch…pick your poison.”

You smiled. “Wine sounds nice.”

He nodded to himself. “I’ve got just the bottle.”

Within a few minutes, you were each holding a wine glass, Jay leaning against the massive table as he arranged the balls in the triangular rack.

You eyed the trophies on the bookshelf, a golden eight ball perched on one of them. “You weren’t lying about having skills.”

“Most of them are from my college days; I bet you’ll be beating me by the end of the night.”

You snorted. “I highly doubt that.”

“I’ve been told I’m a great teacher.”

“No one’s that good.” You said.

His rich laugh rumbled deep in his throat. “Oh, I am.”

You took a sip of your wine. “Alright, I expect to be a pool master by the time I go to sleep tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He set his glass down and grabbed a pool cue, aiming at the cue ball. “Now, lesson one…”

Jay led you through a myriad of tips and tricks, first demonstrating, then watching on the side with his arms crossed as you bent over the table to take your shot. You felt his eyes on you constantly, drifting from your finger bridge all the way down your back. He wasn’t trying to hide it; he was flirty in the most disarming way possible: subtle with words, but explicit with touch.

Every time he walked by you when he was positioning for a better shot, he’d go much closer than necessary, letting his arm brush yours. Sometimes, he’d even gently place his hands on your shoulders, moving you to the side, his fingers tracing down your skin. 

When it was your turn, he stood right next to you, murmuring instructions with his deep voice, his hip almost pressed against yours.

You tried to focus on the game, because you really did want to be a good student, but every time he spoke, you shivered, and every time his eyes met yours, you momentarily stopped breathing. 

You were truly fighting for your life.

But just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. So much worse.

Jay was in the middle of pouring your third glass of wine, and you were desperately trying to focus on aiming your shot instead of staring at the way his fingers caressed the bottle when he spoke—so casual it sent a chill down your spine.

“How about we up the stakes?”

You stopped. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” he said, “...that every time one of us pockets a ball, the other one takes off a piece of clothing.”

You stared at him blankly, your brain struggling to decide if you just heard him right.

He handed you your wine glass. “Just a suggestion.”

You took it numbly, inhaling sharply when his fingers brushed yours. 

He smiled.

You blinked and took a breath. “That seems…highly one-sided given your-” you glanced at his trophy case, “-achievements.”

He chuckled, the sound going straight between your legs. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Is this what you meant when you said you were a good teacher?”

“Maybe.”

You watched as Jay arranged the colored balls into the rack, now painfully aware of the way his muscles flexed under his shirt and the way the tendon in his neck shifted beneath his skin. You clenched your thighs together, the tension in the room alone enough to build the pressure in your core. 

He placed the cue ball across from the triangle and broke the cluster in a scattering of colors. One went in: stripes.

“Alright, solids, you’re up.”

You approached the table, running through every piece of advice Jay had ever given you: stable bridge, hit the bottom if you want a stop, the top if you want a follow, be confident, follow through…You aimed at the red seven, ignored the feeling of Jay’s eyes on your face, and shot.

The ball rolled sadly past your target and hit the side of the table with a disappointing thump.

You sighed, half-relieved and half-disappointed. You were fairly certain your accuracy would tank the second Jay’s chest hit cool air. 

Jay didn’t say anything, just moved behind you, his hand ghosting over the small of your back as he walked to the other side of the table. He bent down with the accuracy of a pro, his brows furrowed and one of his eyes partially shut as he aimed.

You held your breath as time seemed to slow.

His arm moved, and you watched as the striped orange ball hit the table and banked into a side pocket: an incredible shot.

“Was that supposed to be ‘going easy?’” You asked, your face red. The room suddenly felt very hot.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “To be fair, that was pretty lucky.”

You fiddled with the edge of your top. “So…do you get to choose the clothing?”

He leaned against the table, looking you up and down slowly, his eyes trailing fire over your skin. “I’ll let you choose.”

You thought for a second, brushing your fingers over the rough fabric of your jean skirt and the thin material of your sheer top. You glanced up and smirked when you saw Jay watching your every movement. You bent down and unzipped the side of your black leather boots before tugging them off your feet. You stood up, both boots clenched between your fingers, and dropped them with a satisfying thud.

Jay let out a short laugh at your triumphant expression, his tongue flicking out over his lips. “You want to play it that way?”

“What? Wouldn’t want to go too fast.”

He sighed. “I was looking forward to seeing you in nothing but boots, though.”

You blushed. “Maybe I’ll put them back on later.”

He walked closer, smiling slightly when he saw you visibly tense. He stopped when your chests were almost touching. “I’ll look forward to it. Your turn.”

The game continued for what felt like hours as the tension grew and the amount of wine in the bottle shrank. Jay was going anything but easy, and you attributed it to the way his eyes darkened every time you revealed another patch of skin, aching for the next reveal. At this point, you were down to nothing but your bra and panties, your feet bare against the cool hardwood floor. Jay’s eyes were everywhere, settling on the curve of your back and the rise of your ass every time you bent over the table. 

You were starting to enjoy the way you were tormenting him and began to do some teasing of your own. You’d prop your elbow on the table during his turn, standing low so your tits were directly in his field of view. You put your chin in your hand and pouted your lip like you were bored, biting your lip whenever he glanced up.

It worked, because he started to miss, groaning softly whenever the ball uselessly hit just next to the pocket. Then he’d look up at you like you were a rock in his shoe and flex his hand like he was restraining himself, his eyes dark.

Meanwhile, you’d somehow managed to pocket two balls, which earned you a devilish smirk that made your knees weak and Jay’s shirt and shoes. 

When he first took off the black fabric, revealing lean muscle and golden skin, you’d missed your next two shots, unable to focus on anything besides how badly you wanted to trace your fingers up his chest. Jay just stood there and smiled, adjusting his pants so they revealed the top of his V-line. 

You downed the rest of your wine in one gulp.

Then Jay made another shot.

He chuckled.

He made another one.

Jay leaned on his pool cue, gaze darting over you.

Your pussy had been throbbing ever since you took your boots off, and the way he stared at you now was making your brain stall. There was nothing left you could use to draw out the inevitable, nothing to stop you from being left completely bare.

“Does this mean I lose?”

His tongue darted out. “Technically, yes.”

“So what now?”

Slowly, he started walking towards you, watching the way you clenched your thighs the closer he got. You were leaning against the table, and he stopped right in front of you, leaning his pool cue to the side, never once taking his eyes off of you.

He lowered his hand so the tips of his fingers brushed your waist, making your skin shiver. 

“Now, either you take them off…or me.”

Your breath grew shallow as his hand drifted up to tease the edge of your bra, his other hand resting on your hip. He moved closer so his bare stomach was pressed against yours, and the shock it sent up your spine felt so good you had to resist pulling him closer.

“Go ahead.” Your voice wavered on the last syllable, as his hand squeezed your thigh and your pussy clenched around nothing. 

He smirked. “It was a good game; better luck next time.” His hand slid behind you and unclipped your bra with one hand, pulling it off you and tossing it onto the pool table.

You sighed as your breasts hit cool air, his eyes immediately dropping to your hardened nipples. He ran his thumb over one, groaning softly when you exhaled, arching away from him as you pressed your back against the table. 

With his other hand, Jay hooked his finger into your panties and dragged them down, immediately grabbing your thighs and lifting you onto the table. You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. 

He looked up at you now, his lips parted as short breaths escaped them, roving over your naked body like you were a feast he didn’t know where to begin. You let your hands wander to the back of his neck and up into his hair, the blondish silver locks pooling over your fingers in soft waves.

“Fuck,” he said, “you’re gorgeous. I mean, I knew you would be, but fuck.”

You giggled. “So was this your plan all along?”

He smiled, running another finger over your nipple, making you whimper. “Not in this much detail, but…I wanted you from the moment I saw you holding the pool cue like you were seconds away from splitting it in half.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer. “So you’re saying the secret is walking around bars looking clueless?”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “No, only my bar, and only in front of me.”

Then he kissed you—hard—scraping his teeth along your bottom lip as his hand clutched the back of your neck. You groaned into his mouth, parting your lips around his tongue as your hands gripped his hair, holding him against you. 

Jay’s other hand went to your hip, fingers digging into the skin with the same intensity he had gripping the pool cue. He pulled you even closer, and you gasped when you felt his hard length straining against your core from inside his pants. 

He smiled against your lips and purposely moved against you, sending shivers down your back as your clit brushed his bulge. 

“You want it?” He started kissing down your jaw. “Want me to lay you out on this table and fuck you till you can’t think?” His voice was deep and breathy in your ear, heightening the pressure building low and hot between your legs. It was shocking how much your body craved him, the hours of tension creating a primal need that rallied in your body like a disease. Every sound was disarming, every touch debilitating.

“I need you so bad, Jay.” You sighed. You thought of the pool cue drifting over his fingers, how they were long and precise and so insanely torturous the way they teased you. “I want your fingers inside me.”

His lips stopped against your neck. “Say it again.”

“Jay,” you whined, looking down where your core was still pressed against his crotch. “Need to feel those talented hands all over me.” You smiled. “Your customer has a request; wouldn’t want me to leave a bad review now, would you?”

He chuckled darkly, the sound like blood red wine flowing through your veins. “Well, we couldn’t have that.”

He swept his arm behind you, clearing some of the stray balls before pushing you onto your back. He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning over until you were completely trapped under him, his blonde hair falling into his face as he looked down. “They say the customer is always right.” He leaned down even further until his lips were brushing your ear. “But you might regret it.”

Your heart was beating in rapid bursts, excitement and desire making your thoughts race in drunken flashes that were only intensified by the wine. “I’m a big girl, Jay.”

Jay kissed the corner of your mouth, suddenly tender as one of his hands traced your waist. “Then remember big girls don’t cry, y/n.”

A finger plunged into you, making you arch against the table at the sudden penetration. A broken moan spilled out of your mouth, and Jay muffled it with his lips, humming in pleasure as your body jerked and bucked against his hand. His tongue tangled with yours in an obscene dance, the wet sound of your mouths and his finger pumping into your pussy creating a cacophony of filthy sounds echoing through the large room. 

His thumb landed on your clit, rubbing hard, slow circles that made your brain short-circuit. You whimpered into his mouth, begging for more through the only part of your body that wasn’t being pressed against the table: your hands. You pulled at his hair and dug your fingers into his scalp, a rush of pleasure going straight to your head when he groaned and trembled under your touch.

Jay added another finger, making you pull away as your head tilted against the table at the stretch, a loud moan slipping from your lips. 

You felt him smile against your skin as he moved lower and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and lapping at the hardened bud as if he was starving. 

“Jay! Holy fuck. It feels so good.” You gasped, biting your lip to stop the collection of moans buffering in your throat, ready to spill out like a song.

A low sound that felt like a purr vibrated deep in his chest, and in one agonizing moment, he stepped back completely, his fingers withdrawing from the warmth of your pussy and leaving behind a sad emptiness.

“Noo,” you whined. You propped yourself up on your elbows, finding Jay staring at you with his usual smirk. His hair was a mess, the bare skin of his chest flushed, his eyes dark and foggy with need—and you thought that the sight of him now would haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t let you cum till I’m inside you.” He undid the button of his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his hard and dripping cock spring free.

Your mouth watered instantly, and your walls grasped uselessly at nothing. You clenched your thighs together, and Jay moved, grabbing your knees and pulling your legs apart. He kissed your kneecap. “Keep them open for me, ok? Wanna see how bad you need me.”

You bit your tongue, watching with glazed eyes as he kissed his way up your thigh, the pressure almost unbearable. 

He met your eyes, and without looking away, licked a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck!” You moaned, gritting your teeth as you resisted the urge to grind on his tongue. He made a gentle swirl around your clit, and a sound came out of you that you didn’t know you could make. Jay was still looking at you, total devotion on his face as he took in every clench of your jaw and parting of your lips. 

He stopped and stood up, leaning towards your face and kissing your cheeks softly. “You’re crying, baby, and I’m not even inside you yet. Don’t you remember what I said?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Big girls don’t cry.”

He smiled. “That’s right, so show me you can take it.”

You kissed him softly. “Please, Jay, I’ll be good.”

Jay searched your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and smeared mascara, looking at him like he was the earth and you were the moon. He nodded once. He shifted his hips. His hands moved to your waist.

His head pressed against your entrance. 

You inhaled sharply, gripping his shoulders and staring down at the place where your bodies were about to meet. 

He pushed inside, and the stretch had you leaning over his shoulder, holding onto him like a pillar, his hot skin the only thing grounding you as your walls huddled around him. 

You groaned in unison as he went deeper, and he kissed your neck, swirling gentle, rhythmic circles until he bottomed out with a satisfied sigh.

You sat there for a moment, breaths mingling. Your face buried in his neck, and his in your hair, both just basking in the way your bodies meshed together.

Then, he moved.

The friction was exquisite, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your smooth walls in dizzying strokes that had you moaning into his neck. You scraped your nails down Jay’s back, and you heard him curse into your hair, his thrusts speeding up. 

The pool table shook slightly under you, the balls rattling on the surface with every move of Jay’s hips. You pulled back and ran your lips up his jaw until he pulled back and met you in the middle, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss as he started to thrust into you harder and deeper.

He sucked on your bottom lip, smiling when you clutched at his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist, hands running down his arms as you tried to touch every inch of him. He dragged you even closer by the hips, groaning when his dick started slamming against your cervix, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. 

The pressure in your body was a coil tightened to its limit, making every movement brutal as your body begged for release. You kissed Jay harder, moaning into his mouth and rocking against him as you chased your climax.

Jay’s breaths turned ragged as you moved in time with him, maddeningly turned on by the way you clutched at him as if he were the ground beneath your feet. “y/n,” he groaned between kisses. “Let me cum inside, please.”

You nodded against his mouth, almost too delirious for words. “Yes,” you choked.

He groaned and pulled away from your mouth with a wet pop as he started thrusting into you rapidly, looking down and watching himself disappear inside you.

“God, you’re perfect, you’re mine, you’re all mine.” Jay gasped.

You looked down too, the image combined with the filthy sounds of your meshing bodies sending a jolt of pleasure down your back. You felt your climax building, rising in a crescendo of ecstasy. “Jay, I’m cumming!”

The squelching sounds of your juices around his cock got louder, blending with the high-pitched moan that ripped from your throat when your orgasm hit you.

Your vision blurred, and you braced yourself with one hand on Jay’s chest, grinding in time with the waves of pleasure as your climax ran its course.

Jay followed right after, moaning as your pussy clamped down and milked him dry, his hot seed spilling inside of you in spurts. He slowed his thrusts, his eyes fluttering closed as his own orgasm heightened and subsided. He tilted his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily, occasionally placing kisses along your sweaty collarbone. 

You massaged his scalp, letting his silky hair brush over your fingers, basking in the heavy silence of Jay’s apartment, only broken by your soft pants. 

You sat there for a few moments, processing. Then Jay slowly slipped out of you, drawing soft groans from each of you as you finally came apart. He kissed you softly and whispered against your lips. “You were amazing.”

You smirked. “At pool? Or…?”

He laughed. “Your game could use some work, but lucky for you, I’m always open to more lessons.”

“Well, now that I know your…teaching methods, I’d be happy to come back.”

Jay started kissing down your neck. “Good, next time we can work on your break. His mouth went between your breasts, trailing down to your stomach. “Or…” He stopped below your belly button, a new wave of heat already pooling between your legs. “The way you break under my tongue.”

“Tomorrow?” You asked, breath already uneven.

He smiled before disappearing between your legs. “Right now.”

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You leaned against the dark green table, staring glumly at your friend across the room who had ditched you to talk to some guy twenty minutes ago, promising she was “just getting his number.” You watched your friend laugh loudly, placing her hand on his shoulder, her red lipstick bright in the dim bar light. 

Yeah, she wasn’t coming back any time soon.

The cue was smooth and hard between your fingers as you lifted it back into position, and you bent low as you aimed at the cue ball, trying for the same green six. 

Deep breath, two. Pull back, aim. Shoot.

This one was closer. It actually hit the six, but instead of hitting it in—somehow—it knocked it to the side, causing it to spin loosely along the table until it came to a slow stop.

You groaned, leaning heavily on your pool cue as you stared at the evil ball. “How can I be so bad?” You muttered. 

“For starters, your bridge is terrible.”

A voice sounded behind you, and you whirled around to find a man leaning against the railing on the stairs leading down to the pool area, a smirk on his face. He was gorgeous: tan skin, blonde hair, a black button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing lean forearms and slender fingers that twitched slightly at the ends—as if he was used to fidgeting with something that wasn’t there. His pants were black too, making him look like an elegant shadow beside the brightness of his hair.

You blinked. “My bridge?”

He walked down the steps, his silver necklace brushing against his exposed collarbone. “Your bridge, the way you make a base for the cue with your hand. It’s unsteady; you’ll never shoot straight if you don’t have a firm base.” He grabbed another pool cue from the wall and leaned over the table, placing the hardwood between his thumb and index finger. He moved it slightly, and you watched as the cue moved forward, not even a little wobbly.

“See?” He said. He moved around the table and hit the cue ball toward the orange five on the other side of the table, sinking it into the pocket.

When he did it, it looked like the easiest thing in the world. 

“Now you try.” He nodded at the cue still gripped between your fingers, a strand of his blonde hair falling out of its slicked-back style. 

You sucked in your bottom lip, feeling heat creeping up your neck. You had no interest in embarrassing yourself in front of some hot guy, but he was looking at you intently, clearly determined to help you. There was no backing out.

You picked up your cue and leaned down, aiming for the blue two in front of the side pocket. You tried to copy his hand placement, sliding the smooth wood between your fingers. It felt a bit more stable, but as you shot, the cue wobbled to the side, making the ball spin off course.

“Better,” he said. He moved towards you and motioned for you to get in position, and when you did, you felt him behind you, his body a warm pillar as he leaned over you. He put his arms on either side of you, guiding your hands with his own. His fingers brushed your knuckles as he shifted them against the green turf, and you felt your entire body heating up at the proximity. 

“Like…this.” His hot breath bloomed against your neck. “Move the cue around, feel the difference.”

You pushed the cue as if you were hitting a ball, and your eyes widened at how much better it felt. The pole felt controlled, precise, completely different from the shaky awkwardness of before.

“Wow,” you said, “that’s…a lot better.”

The man hadn’t moved from behind you; he only retracted his arms, letting you position the cue freely. He leaned against the table. “No problem, try it out.”

You picked up the cue ball and placed it in front of your nemesis: the green six. You lowered your head, recreating the same steady bridge with your hand he had shown you. Same ritual: deep breath, two, pull back, shoot. 

The white ball hit the green six squarely in the center with a satisfying clack, sending it flying into the corner pocket. 

You gasped, “I did it!”

The man chuckled. “There you go, see? You’re not bad.”

You smiled, meeting his eyes. “Without you, I am.”

He nodded, smiling slightly, and the expression made your stomach flutter. “Happy to be of service.”

You shifted on your feet, looking around and noticing that the two of you were the only ones in the pool area, quiet, except for the distant bar chatter echoing in the dim greenish glow.

“So…you come here often?” You asked, hating the cheesy line the second you said it.

But he seemed to like it, because he laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, and you noticed the silver glint of his watch on his wrist. It looked expensive. “Yeah, I’m here pretty often.” 

“You got a name?”

He smiled. “I do, it’s Jay.”

“I’m y/n.”

“Pleasure,” Jay said. “Are you here alone?”

“Oh no, my friend is here.” You gestured at the bar, where your friend was, and you coughed when you noticed she and the guy had started an intense makeout session, not noticing the bartender shooting them dirty looks.

Jay smirked. “Seems like she’s having more fun than you are.”

You scoffed. “I’m used to it; she’s always been more…social. But I’m having a perfectly good time working on my pool game.”

“Oh yeah, it seemed like it was going really well.” His eyes ran down your figure—so fast you almost missed it—but it was enough to make you hyperaware of how your black halter top fit around your neck. Suddenly constrictive as a thin layer of sweat coated your hands. 

You shrugged. “I would have figured it out.”

“Oh, so should I leave? Give you more space to ‘figure it out?’” 

You laughed softly, your cheeks hot. “I guess you’re sort of helpful, besides…there’s space.”

Jay’s eyes darted around the vacant tables. “I guess there is.”

You stared at each other, a tension settling in the air that made your skin prickle.

“You know, if you really want to get better…I could teach you.” Jay said after a moment.

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He smiled, running a hand through his blonde hair. “Yeah, I’ve been told I have some skills, so if you want to be uh—” he glanced at your friend at the bar, still locking lips with the guy, “—social, you could come by tomorrow, and I’ll teach you.”

“Here?”

Jay chuckled. “Yeah, why? Are these tables not to your liking?”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, his tan skin almost glowing in the warm light, and the way he looked at you was making it hard to speak straight. “N-no, they’re really nice; it’s one of the nicest bars I’ve been to actually.”

“Great, does 9 pm work?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at his lips. “Sounds good.”

He noticed, his eyes darkening slightly. “Perfect.”

Just then, your friend came bounding down the stairs, face flushed and hair messy. “Hey, sorry about that, I got distracted.” She glanced at Jay, and one look at his dark clothes and blonde hair and her entire face changed. “Oh, hello, do you two know each other?”

You shook your head. “No, we just met; this is Jay.”

“Jay…” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, smiling sweetly. “Where have you been hiding?”

Jay chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. “Alright, I think it’s time to call it for the night.” You grabbed your friend's hand and started walking towards the stairs. “It was nice meeting you, Jay.”

He nodded, his unfairly bright smile finding its way back to his lips. “Likewise, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Your friend asked, looking between you, “What’s tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you whispered, dragging her away, the smile on your face so wide it almost hurt. 

The next night, you walked into the bar wearing a black sheer top over a jean skirt, your heart beating out of your chest with nerves.

All day you’d been thinking of him: the way his eyes ran down your figure, the way his breath felt on your neck, and how you weren’t quite sure you were going to be able to make it through a whole night with him.

Now, as the familiar lights washed over you and the low sounds of laughter wafted through the room, you felt a new wave of fear rip through you, creating a full-body shiver. What if he stood you up? What if he was a weirdo? What if he turned out to be a serial killer? Or the favorite anxiety thought: What if you hallucinated him?

You walked in and awkwardly shuffled towards the pool tables, glancing over the side of the railing as you searched for a flash of his blonde hair. But you only spotted a couple of college guys and a pair of tough-looking older men wearing leather jackets, bright-colored patches adorning every inch.

You checked your watch. 8:59

Maybe you were too on time? You tended to arrive at places earlier than people expected you, much to many of your friends' annoyance. “10:00 means 10:15 y/n; you just say it earlier because everyone’s always late!”

You were never late.

You fiddled with your purse, glancing between the bar and the pool tables, debating between ordering a drink and warming up with a few ball hits to make yourself look a little less bad in front of Jay. 

Then a hand rested on your back.

You jumped, turning to find Jay looking down at you, dressed in a casual black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a smile already on his face. “You’re right on time.”

You smiled back, your skin tingling from his hand on your back. “I thought I was early.”

“Nothing wrong with being early, just means more time for our lesson.” He smirked, “Come on, it’s a bit crowded out here; I got a table in the back.”

“The back?” You asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought this was the only room.”

“For most people, but you’re my guest.” He started walking away, motioning for you to follow.

You hesitated, looking over at the public tables that were now full, the place bustling with activity. You knew you shouldn’t go somewhere private with some guy you barely knew, but Jay felt so safe, so steady, and before you could think too hard, you were walking after him. 

He moved through the room seamlessly, and you tilted your head when you saw the bartender nod at him.

Jay led you to a dark wooden door at the back of the room, and your eyes widened when you saw the large white sign on the door adorned with bold black letters: PRIVATE, DO NOT ENTER. 

He opened it and motioned for you to go ahead of him.

You stared at him. “Do you…work here?”

He chuckled, looking between you and the door. “y/n, I’m the owner.”

Your eyes widened like saucers. “What?”

He leaned against the threshold, brushing a hand through his hair, peering into the bar behind you. “Yeah, the whole place is mine. Does that change anything?”

“N-no, I’m just-” You laughed. “-I thought you were a normal guy.”

He smiled, and his eyes dropped to your lips. “I don’t think we’re so different.”

You felt your cheeks erupt with heat, and you looked through the open door, finding a dark set of stairs. “Well, I’m very curious to see the owner’s private table.”

“Lead the way.”

You walked up the stairs, finding a matching wooden door at the top—dark and slightly foreboding. You opened it. “Whoa.”

It was a studio apartment, complete with a small kitchen along one wall, a bed tucked in the corner next to a wide window, and a room off to one side leading to a bathroom. Your eyes scanned over a small collection of guitars propped in one corner, the colors bright and glossy against the dark wood of the floor and walls. A TV sat facing the bed, surrounded by a bookshelf decorated with a collection of pictures and trophies. 

But the crown jewel of the room was the pool table. 

It stood in the center, the felt bright green, the base of the table a wood so dark it was basically black. The pockets were polished silver, the collection of pool cues on the wall pristine and orderly. You had never thought of pool tables as particularly attractive before, but this one was changing your mind. 

Jay walked to the sink. “Drink?”

You tore your eyes away from the table and back to him. “Oh, sure.”

“I’ve got it all: beer, wine, scotch…pick your poison.”

You smiled. “Wine sounds nice.”

He nodded to himself. “I’ve got just the bottle.”

Within a few minutes, you were each holding a wine glass, Jay leaning against the massive table as he arranged the balls in the triangular rack.

You eyed the trophies on the bookshelf, a golden eight ball perched on one of them. “You weren’t lying about having skills.”

“Most of them are from my college days; I bet you’ll be beating me by the end of the night.”

You snorted. “I highly doubt that.”

“I’ve been told I’m a great teacher.”

“No one’s that good.” You said.

His rich laugh rumbled deep in his throat. “Oh, I am.”

You took a sip of your wine. “Alright, I expect to be a pool master by the time I go to sleep tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He set his glass down and grabbed a pool cue, aiming at the cue ball. “Now, lesson one…”

Jay led you through a myriad of tips and tricks, first demonstrating, then watching on the side with his arms crossed as you bent over the table to take your shot. You felt his eyes on you constantly, drifting from your finger bridge all the way down your back. He wasn’t trying to hide it; he was flirty in the most disarming way possible: subtle with words, but explicit with touch.

Every time he walked by you when he was positioning for a better shot, he’d go much closer than necessary, letting his arm brush yours. Sometimes, he’d even gently place his hands on your shoulders, moving you to the side, his fingers tracing down your skin. 

When it was your turn, he stood right next to you, murmuring instructions with his deep voice, his hip almost pressed against yours.

You tried to focus on the game, because you really did want to be a good student, but every time he spoke, you shivered, and every time his eyes met yours, you momentarily stopped breathing. 

You were truly fighting for your life.

But just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. So much worse.

Jay was in the middle of pouring your third glass of wine, and you were desperately trying to focus on aiming your shot instead of staring at the way his fingers caressed the bottle when he spoke—so casual it sent a chill down your spine.

“How about we up the stakes?”

You stopped. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” he said, “...that every time one of us pockets a ball, the other one takes off a piece of clothing.”

You stared at him blankly, your brain struggling to decide if you just heard him right.

He handed you your wine glass. “Just a suggestion.”

You took it numbly, inhaling sharply when his fingers brushed yours. 

He smiled.

You blinked and took a breath. “That seems…highly one-sided given your-” you glanced at his trophy case, “-achievements.”

He chuckled, the sound going straight between your legs. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Is this what you meant when you said you were a good teacher?”

“Maybe.”

You watched as Jay arranged the colored balls into the rack, now painfully aware of the way his muscles flexed under his shirt and the way the tendon in his neck shifted beneath his skin. You clenched your thighs together, the tension in the room alone enough to build the pressure in your core. 

He placed the cue ball across from the triangle and broke the cluster in a scattering of colors. One went in: stripes.

“Alright, solids, you’re up.”

You approached the table, running through every piece of advice Jay had ever given you: stable bridge, hit the bottom if you want a stop, the top if you want a follow, be confident, follow through…You aimed at the red seven, ignored the feeling of Jay’s eyes on your face, and shot.

The ball rolled sadly past your target and hit the side of the table with a disappointing thump.

You sighed, half-relieved and half-disappointed. You were fairly certain your accuracy would tank the second Jay’s chest hit cool air. 

Jay didn’t say anything, just moved behind you, his hand ghosting over the small of your back as he walked to the other side of the table. He bent down with the accuracy of a pro, his brows furrowed and one of his eyes partially shut as he aimed.

You held your breath as time seemed to slow.

His arm moved, and you watched as the striped orange ball hit the table and banked into a side pocket: an incredible shot.

“Was that supposed to be ‘going easy?’” You asked, your face red. The room suddenly felt very hot.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “To be fair, that was pretty lucky.”

You fiddled with the edge of your top. “So…do you get to choose the clothing?”

He leaned against the table, looking you up and down slowly, his eyes trailing fire over your skin. “I’ll let you choose.”

You thought for a second, brushing your fingers over the rough fabric of your jean skirt and the thin material of your sheer top. You glanced up and smirked when you saw Jay watching your every movement. You bent down and unzipped the side of your black leather boots before tugging them off your feet. You stood up, both boots clenched between your fingers, and dropped them with a satisfying thud.

Jay let out a short laugh at your triumphant expression, his tongue flicking out over his lips. “You want to play it that way?”

“What? Wouldn’t want to go too fast.”

He sighed. “I was looking forward to seeing you in nothing but boots, though.”

You blushed. “Maybe I’ll put them back on later.”

He walked closer, smiling slightly when he saw you visibly tense. He stopped when your chests were almost touching. “I’ll look forward to it. Your turn.”

The game continued for what felt like hours as the tension grew and the amount of wine in the bottle shrank. Jay was going anything but easy, and you attributed it to the way his eyes darkened every time you revealed another patch of skin, aching for the next reveal. At this point, you were down to nothing but your bra and panties, your feet bare against the cool hardwood floor. Jay’s eyes were everywhere, settling on the curve of your back and the rise of your ass every time you bent over the table. 

You were starting to enjoy the way you were tormenting him and began to do some teasing of your own. You’d prop your elbow on the table during his turn, standing low so your tits were directly in his field of view. You put your chin in your hand and pouted your lip like you were bored, biting your lip whenever he glanced up.

It worked, because he started to miss, groaning softly whenever the ball uselessly hit just next to the pocket. Then he’d look up at you like you were a rock in his shoe and flex his hand like he was restraining himself, his eyes dark.

Meanwhile, you’d somehow managed to pocket two balls, which earned you a devilish smirk that made your knees weak and Jay’s shirt and shoes. 

When he first took off the black fabric, revealing lean muscle and golden skin, you’d missed your next two shots, unable to focus on anything besides how badly you wanted to trace your fingers up his chest. Jay just stood there and smiled, adjusting his pants so they revealed the top of his V-line. 

You downed the rest of your wine in one gulp.

Then Jay made another shot.

He chuckled.

He made another one.

Jay leaned on his pool cue, gaze darting over you.

Your pussy had been throbbing ever since you took your boots off, and the way he stared at you now was making your brain stall. There was nothing left you could use to draw out the inevitable, nothing to stop you from being left completely bare.

“Does this mean I lose?”

His tongue darted out. “Technically, yes.”

“So what now?”

Slowly, he started walking towards you, watching the way you clenched your thighs the closer he got. You were leaning against the table, and he stopped right in front of you, leaning his pool cue to the side, never once taking his eyes off of you.

He lowered his hand so the tips of his fingers brushed your waist, making your skin shiver. 

“Now, either you take them off…or me.”

Your breath grew shallow as his hand drifted up to tease the edge of your bra, his other hand resting on your hip. He moved closer so his bare stomach was pressed against yours, and the shock it sent up your spine felt so good you had to resist pulling him closer.

“Go ahead.” Your voice wavered on the last syllable, as his hand squeezed your thigh and your pussy clenched around nothing. 

He smirked. “It was a good game; better luck next time.” His hand slid behind you and unclipped your bra with one hand, pulling it off you and tossing it onto the pool table.

You sighed as your breasts hit cool air, his eyes immediately dropping to your hardened nipples. He ran his thumb over one, groaning softly when you exhaled, arching away from him as you pressed your back against the table. 

With his other hand, Jay hooked his finger into your panties and dragged them down, immediately grabbing your thighs and lifting you onto the table. You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. 

He looked up at you now, his lips parted as short breaths escaped them, roving over your naked body like you were a feast he didn’t know where to begin. You let your hands wander to the back of his neck and up into his hair, the blondish silver locks pooling over your fingers in soft waves.

“Fuck,” he said, “you’re gorgeous. I mean, I knew you would be, but fuck.”

You giggled. “So was this your plan all along?”

He smiled, running another finger over your nipple, making you whimper. “Not in this much detail, but…I wanted you from the moment I saw you holding the pool cue like you were seconds away from splitting it in half.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer. “So you’re saying the secret is walking around bars looking clueless?”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “No, only my bar, and only in front of me.”

Then he kissed you—hard—scraping his teeth along your bottom lip as his hand clutched the back of your neck. You groaned into his mouth, parting your lips around his tongue as your hands gripped his hair, holding him against you. 

Jay’s other hand went to your hip, fingers digging into the skin with the same intensity he had gripping the pool cue. He pulled you even closer, and you gasped when you felt his hard length straining against your core from inside his pants. 

He smiled against your lips and purposely moved against you, sending shivers down your back as your clit brushed his bulge. 

“You want it?” He started kissing down your jaw. “Want me to lay you out on this table and fuck you till you can’t think?” His voice was deep and breathy in your ear, heightening the pressure building low and hot between your legs. It was shocking how much your body craved him, the hours of tension creating a primal need that rallied in your body like a disease. Every sound was disarming, every touch debilitating.

“I need you so bad, Jay.” You sighed. You thought of the pool cue drifting over his fingers, how they were long and precise and so insanely torturous the way they teased you. “I want your fingers inside me.”

His lips stopped against your neck. “Say it again.”

“Jay,” you whined, looking down where your core was still pressed against his crotch. “Need to feel those talented hands all over me.” You smiled. “Your customer has a request; wouldn’t want me to leave a bad review now, would you?”

He chuckled darkly, the sound like blood red wine flowing through your veins. “Well, we couldn’t have that.”

He swept his arm behind you, clearing some of the stray balls before pushing you onto your back. He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning over until you were completely trapped under him, his blonde hair falling into his face as he looked down. “They say the customer is always right.” He leaned down even further until his lips were brushing your ear. “But you might regret it.”

Your heart was beating in rapid bursts, excitement and desire making your thoughts race in drunken flashes that were only intensified by the wine. “I’m a big girl, Jay.”

Jay kissed the corner of your mouth, suddenly tender as one of his hands traced your waist. “Then remember big girls don’t cry, y/n.”

A finger plunged into you, making you arch against the table at the sudden penetration. A broken moan spilled out of your mouth, and Jay muffled it with his lips, humming in pleasure as your body jerked and bucked against his hand. His tongue tangled with yours in an obscene dance, the wet sound of your mouths and his finger pumping into your pussy creating a cacophony of filthy sounds echoing through the large room. 

His thumb landed on your clit, rubbing hard, slow circles that made your brain short-circuit. You whimpered into his mouth, begging for more through the only part of your body that wasn’t being pressed against the table: your hands. You pulled at his hair and dug your fingers into his scalp, a rush of pleasure going straight to your head when he groaned and trembled under your touch.

Jay added another finger, making you pull away as your head tilted against the table at the stretch, a loud moan slipping from your lips. 

You felt him smile against your skin as he moved lower and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and lapping at the hardened bud as if he was starving. 

“Jay! Holy fuck. It feels so good.” You gasped, biting your lip to stop the collection of moans buffering in your throat, ready to spill out like a song.

A low sound that felt like a purr vibrated deep in his chest, and in one agonizing moment, he stepped back completely, his fingers withdrawing from the warmth of your pussy and leaving behind a sad emptiness.

“Noo,” you whined. You propped yourself up on your elbows, finding Jay staring at you with his usual smirk. His hair was a mess, the bare skin of his chest flushed, his eyes dark and foggy with need—and you thought that the sight of him now would haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t let you cum till I’m inside you.” He undid the button of his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his hard and dripping cock spring free.

Your mouth watered instantly, and your walls grasped uselessly at nothing. You clenched your thighs together, and Jay moved, grabbing your knees and pulling your legs apart. He kissed your kneecap. “Keep them open for me, ok? Wanna see how bad you need me.”

You bit your tongue, watching with glazed eyes as he kissed his way up your thigh, the pressure almost unbearable. 

He met your eyes, and without looking away, licked a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck!” You moaned, gritting your teeth as you resisted the urge to grind on his tongue. He made a gentle swirl around your clit, and a sound came out of you that you didn’t know you could make. Jay was still looking at you, total devotion on his face as he took in every clench of your jaw and parting of your lips. 

He stopped and stood up, leaning towards your face and kissing your cheeks softly. “You’re crying, baby, and I’m not even inside you yet. Don’t you remember what I said?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Big girls don’t cry.”

He smiled. “That’s right, so show me you can take it.”

You kissed him softly. “Please, Jay, I’ll be good.”

Jay searched your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and smeared mascara, looking at him like he was the earth and you were the moon. He nodded once. He shifted his hips. His hands moved to your waist.

His head pressed against your entrance. 

You inhaled sharply, gripping his shoulders and staring down at the place where your bodies were about to meet. 

He pushed inside, and the stretch had you leaning over his shoulder, holding onto him like a pillar, his hot skin the only thing grounding you as your walls huddled around him. 

You groaned in unison as he went deeper, and he kissed your neck, swirling gentle, rhythmic circles until he bottomed out with a satisfied sigh.

You sat there for a moment, breaths mingling. Your face buried in his neck, and his in your hair, both just basking in the way your bodies meshed together.

Then, he moved.

The friction was exquisite, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your smooth walls in dizzying strokes that had you moaning into his neck. You scraped your nails down Jay’s back, and you heard him curse into your hair, his thrusts speeding up. 

The pool table shook slightly under you, the balls rattling on the surface with every move of Jay’s hips. You pulled back and ran your lips up his jaw until he pulled back and met you in the middle, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss as he started to thrust into you harder and deeper.

He sucked on your bottom lip, smiling when you clutched at his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist, hands running down his arms as you tried to touch every inch of him. He dragged you even closer by the hips, groaning when his dick started slamming against your cervix, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. 

The pressure in your body was a coil tightened to its limit, making every movement brutal as your body begged for release. You kissed Jay harder, moaning into his mouth and rocking against him as you chased your climax.

Jay’s breaths turned ragged as you moved in time with him, maddeningly turned on by the way you clutched at him as if he were the ground beneath your feet. “y/n,” he groaned between kisses. “Let me cum inside, please.”

You nodded against his mouth, almost too delirious for words. “Yes,” you choked.

He groaned and pulled away from your mouth with a wet pop as he started thrusting into you rapidly, looking down and watching himself disappear inside you.

“God, you’re perfect, you’re mine, you’re all mine.” Jay gasped.

You looked down too, the image combined with the filthy sounds of your meshing bodies sending a jolt of pleasure down your back. You felt your climax building, rising in a crescendo of ecstasy. “Jay, I’m cumming!”

The squelching sounds of your juices around his cock got louder, blending with the high-pitched moan that ripped from your throat when your orgasm hit you.

Your vision blurred, and you braced yourself with one hand on Jay’s chest, grinding in time with the waves of pleasure as your climax ran its course.

Jay followed right after, moaning as your pussy clamped down and milked him dry, his hot seed spilling inside of you in spurts. He slowed his thrusts, his eyes fluttering closed as his own orgasm heightened and subsided. He tilted his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily, occasionally placing kisses along your sweaty collarbone. 

You massaged his scalp, letting his silky hair brush over your fingers, basking in the heavy silence of Jay’s apartment, only broken by your soft pants. 

You sat there for a few moments, processing. Then Jay slowly slipped out of you, drawing soft groans from each of you as you finally came apart. He kissed you softly and whispered against your lips. “You were amazing.”

You smirked. “At pool? Or…?”

He laughed. “Your game could use some work, but lucky for you, I’m always open to more lessons.”

“Well, now that I know your…teaching methods, I’d be happy to come back.”

Jay started kissing down your neck. “Good, next time we can work on your break. His mouth went between your breasts, trailing down to your stomach. “Or…” He stopped below your belly button, a new wave of heat already pooling between your legs. “The way you break under my tongue.”

“Tomorrow?” You asked, breath already uneven.

He smiled before disappearing between your legs. “Right now.”

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He loved seeing you turn into a flustered mess around his best friend. So he took every opportunity he could to put you two in the same room, watching from the side as you tried and failed to appear cool and relaxed. 

Jay was a good sport about it, smiling when he was supposed to, keeping his flirting just subtle enough to drive you insane without crossing a line. 

Jungwon watched it all, pulling you into his chest after getting home, as you babbled about how hot Jay was. You let him run his hands down your arms and bury his face in your neck, too distracted by thoughts of Jay to realize just how much your roommate loved to touch you.

Another message popped up on Jungwon’s phone. 

Jay was ten minutes away.

He looked at you again, your face relaxed as you stared at your phone, your mouth curling slightly at the corners at something on the screen. 

It was going to be a fun night. 

You looked at Jungwon as the doorbell rang. “Are you expecting someone?”

He shrugged, gently removing your feet from his lap as he stood up. “Nope, I’ll check.” He got up and walked to the door, his figure disappearing down the hall. 

You heard the door open, and a familiar voice trailed into the room.

You froze.

No, it couldn’t be.

You bolted upright, looking down in horror as you realized that you were in pajamas: an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts that rode up your thighs. There was no time to change, no time to hide in your room. You ran your fingers through your hair, adjusting the shorts on your hips as you assumed a normal sitting position on the couch.

Jay walked into the room, and you glanced over your shoulder as casually as you could manage. “Oh, hey, Jay.”

His characteristic side-smile appeared on his face: “Hey, y/n, how are you?”

You smiled, “I’m good, just…relaxing.” You tried not to let your eyes wander. He was wearing a loose button-up shirt and baggy jeans. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, with two buttons undone at the top, so his collarbone was on full display. 

But the worst (best) part? A thin pair of black glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, perched lazily as if he threw them on in a rush.

Was he trying to kill you?

You turned away as you felt heat creeping up your neck, scrolling absently on your phone. 

Jungwon’s voice wafted through the space: “Can I get you something to drink, Jay?”

“Water’s fine.”

Your eyes were on your phone, but your attention was solely focused on Jay’s every movement. You heard him shift on his feet before he walked over and took a seat on the couch next to you, only a cushion between you.

“You look comfy.” He said.

You sucked in your bottom lip, pulling your bare legs under you as you shot him a half-smile. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were coming over.”

He chuckled lowly, the sound triggering a warm ache between your legs. “It’s ok, I don’t mind.” He paused before adding, “It’s cute.”

A smile worked its way to your mouth as you fiddled with the bottom of your shirt. This kind of comment was normal for Jay, subtle but said at just the right moment to make you squirm. No matter how many times he did it, you never got used to it.

Jungwon came over with a glass of water for Jay, setting it on the table in front of him before sitting on the other side of you. He put his arm over your shoulder and practically pulled you on top of him, drawing a surprised yelp from your lips.

You gave him a sharp look, feeling a blush settle on your cheeks. He was never this touchy when Jay was around, always opting to hover on the sidelines and hold you later after you were done being a flustered mess. 

But now his arm casually rested over your waist, your back against his chest as he traced your stomach through your shirt. 

Jay’s eyes flicked to Jungwon’s arm over you, but he said nothing, his face unreadable. He leaned over and brought the water glass to his lips, his throat bobbing as he drank.

You couldn’t help but stare.

“Should we watch something?” 

Jungwon’s voice interrupted your thoughts, and you tore your gaze away from Jay and to the TV, where Jungwon was already scrolling through movies.

Ten minutes later, you all settled on some rom-com you’d never seen, the studio fanfare echoing through the room.

Jungwon rested his chin on your head, his arm tightening around your waist as he shifted to pull you closer.

You didn’t move; you couldn’t move, because pulling away from him would mean moving closer to Jay, which was not an option. So you leaned back, letting yourself relax against Jungwon. You felt him smile behind you.

Throughout the movie, Jungwon’s hands got bolder. He traced circles on your thigh, brushed his knuckles against your arm, and played with the edge of your shirt so his fingers were just centimeters from the bare skin of your stomach.

You tried to ignore it, but with Jay on the other side of you, every touch felt different—charged. You knew that Jungwon was enjoying this, a hum vibrating from his chest every time you shifted under him. 

At one point, he put his lips next to your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck as he whispered, “Comfortable?”

Your skin shivered, and you let out a breath, “Yeah.”

“Really? Because you’re moving a lot.”

You glanced at Jay to see if he was listening, but his face was turned towards the TV, seemingly totally unaware of your conversation.

“I know what you’re doing,” you hissed.

Jungwon let his hand rest at the top of your thigh. “What am I doing?”

“Being annoying.”

He laughed softly against your hair, which drew Jay’s attention. His dark eyes flicked to his friend's hand on your thigh, and this time—just barely—his eyes narrowed.

Jay stood up. “I’m going to grab a beer; anyone want one?”

“Ooh, yes, please,” Jungwon said

Jay looked at you, “y/n?”

You nodded, “Sure.”

The second he left the room, you wiggled out of Jungwon’s arms, climbing out of his lap.

“Hey,” he whined, reaching for you.

You ignored him. “What’s gotten into you? You’re so…clingy.”

“Can a guy not cuddle with his roommate?”

“Uh, not in front of the guy you know I like,” You said.

“I’m helping you; this will make him jealous.”

“Or it will scare him off, because Jay’s a good guy who wouldn’t steal the girl his best friend is fondling.”

Jungwon shrugged, “Fine, if you don’t like me touching you, I won’t.” He crossed his arms.

“I-,” you stopped. Of course, you liked it—being held by him. After a long day, Jungwon was always the person who could help you relax. Always the person who made you feel safe.

But this was different, at least—that’s what you told yourself.

You were still staring at Jungwon’s pouty expression when Jay walked back in. 

He handed you both a beer and took his old seat, eyes darting between you and Jungwon. 

You sighed and sat between them, your knee now barely brushing against Jungwon’s. He didn’t look at you.

The TV droned on, and you kept telling yourself that this was what you wanted. To be around Jay and embarrassingly flirt with him until (you hoped) he would finally make a move. But he was quietly watching the movie, and Jungwon was looking ahead with an expression like a stone, ignoring you regardless of how many apologetic glances you sent him. 

You sank into the couch cushions and chalked the night up to a failure. 

When the movie ended, you immediately got to your feet, planning to hide in your room for the rest of the evening.

“Tired already?” Jay said.

You laughed nervously, “Yeah, well I have a lot of studying to do tomorrow.”

“You didn’t even finish your drink.”

You looked down at the coffee table where your barely touched beer sat, the one you’d abandoned after Jungwon had given you the cold shoulder.

“You can finish it.” You said.

“y/n.”

You stopped, because no matter how hard you tried, Jungwon was your weakness. You turned, and almost smiled in relief when you saw that his cold expression had been replaced with a teasing smirk.

“How about we play a game?”

Your eyes narrowed. “What game?”

“Hmm,” he put a finger on his lip, “Would You Rather? Never Have I Ever? Truth or Dare?”

“What are we, thirteen?” Jay snorted.

“Come on, Jay Hyung, it’ll be fun. Have you ever even played them?”

Jay tapped his foot. “I guess not.”

Jungwon grinned at you. “y/n? Don’t make me force you.”

You tried to resist. Tried to make the words “no” come out of your mouth because the idea of playing any of those games with Jay in the mix made your heart race. But you still felt bad for shutting down Jungwon earlier, and he looked so cute right now with his hair flopping over his forehead…

“Fine.” You plopped back onto the couch. “Would You Rather sounds the least painful.”

“What do you say we introduce some shots into the mix, Jay?” Jungwon said.

Jay smiled, “In that case, Truth or Dare is best.” He looked at you, “That way you have an out.”

You groaned, “Why ask me if you’re not gonna listen?”

Jungwon laughed and ruffled your hair before heading to the kitchen. “You were outvoted y/n; it’s totally fair.”

“Whatever.”

Ten minutes later, the three of you sat on the ground around the coffee table, a shot glass in front of each of you with a bottle of vodka in the center.

“You'd better actually play the game, Wonie. I’m not in the mood to deal with you being drunk right now.” You grumbled.

He waved his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll play, I promise.”

Jay just chuckled and poured each of you a shot. “One to start?”

You didn’t even wait for them. Just grabbed your glass and downed it, wincing as the bitter liquid hit the back of your throat.

Both of them stared at you with surprise etched on their faces.

“What?”

“Someone wasn’t lying about the long day,” Jay said, downing his too.

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just start.”

After taking his shot, Jungwon turned to you. “Ok, y/n, truth or dare?”

You hesitated. This game was new for Jungwon, a step beyond the teasing comments and subtle hints. To make things worse, you could tell from the way he looked at you that he was feeling risky. Neither option was safe.

“Truth.”

He smiled sweetly. “What do you think about Jay Hyung?"

You froze. The question was simple enough, and Jungwon asked it with a casual lightness to his voice that could fool everyone. Everyone except you. You glanced at Jay, who seemed to be trying to hold back a smirk.

“Jay is…nice. He’s respectful and caring and…plays the guitar really well.”

Jungwon raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”

You nodded quickly, avoiding Jay’s eyes that you felt burning into the side of your face. “Yup.”

He shrugged. “Ok, your turn then.”

“Truth or dare, Jungwon?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Dare.”

You bit your lip, flying through a list of potential dares. They all felt so boring, and you were starting to feel a bit vengeful. He loved making you squirm; maybe it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

“I dare you to let me text your ex.” You smirked; it was perfect. He hated talking about her. You’d met her once, and she was that annoying type who was painfully clingy and controlling. If she wasn’t with him, she was texting him—often about her complete disapproval of you—saying how “improper” it was for a guy to have a female roommate. He had to block her for his own sanity. He would definitely take the shot; no way would he open up that can of worms.

Jungwon pulled out his phone and held it out to you with zero hesitation. “Go ahead.”

You stared at him, pushing down your shock as you slowly took it out of his hands. “Really?”

He shrugged.

You pursed your lips and decided to take a different route. You stood up and walked over to Jungwon, lowering yourself into his lap. You felt him exhale sharply, and Jay chuckled from the other side of the table. You took Jungwon’s arm and wrapped it around you, then pulled up his phone camera. You shifted until the picture looked as couply as possible, then took it, the frame showing nothing but his large hand palming your stomach. 

You stood up and sent it before looking back at Jungwon.

He looked genuinely flustered, the most you’d ever seen him. His face was bright red, his pupils wide, and he couldn’t quite meet your eyes. 

You cocked your head. He touched you like that all the time and never looked more than vaguely amused. But the second you initiated, he looked just like you after a few hours of talking to Jay…

Wait.

No.

Jungwon’s phone buzzed in your hand, ripping you out of your thoughts. You opened it to the message you’d sent, eyes widening at the texts that flooded the screen.

I fucking knew you liked her. You asshole, how long were you cheating on me?? That bitch can’t give you HALF of what I could!!

They went on and on and on… and you half-threw Jungwon’s phone back at him before sitting back down, feeling slightly dizzy. Were you really that oblivious?

Jungwon looked between you and the messages lighting up his phone, his eyes a storm of concern and satisfaction.

Jay wasted no time. “Jungwon, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said, trying to catch your eye.

“Did you really choose to room with y/n over me because you thought ‘space would be good for our friendship’?”

Your head snapped up, looking between the two boys before settling on Jungwon, who was shooting Jay a death glare. 

“You told me Jay had already found a roommate.” 

He laughed nervously, “Well, Heeseung was looking for a place.”

“But I asked him first,” Jay said. “He turned me down almost immediately.”

“Listen…” Jungwon tried.

“Answer the question or drink,” Jay said.

You were staring at Jungwon like he was a different person, and you assumed he noticed, because one look at you and he was reaching for his shot glass. After he drank, he leveled an annoyed expression at Jay.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Jay said.

Jungwon worked his jaw, studying Jay carefully. “I dare you to take your shirt off.”

Jay snorted, his eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“Do it or drink, Jay Hyung.”

You stared at your lap, wanting nothing more than to hide in your room. You knew if Jay did that, you’d be a blushing mess, and Jungwon knew it too. 

But if he liked you, why did he keep pushing you towards Jay? Shouldn’t he be possessive or something? Although now that you thought about it, he was possessive—at least around everyone who wasn’t Jay. He never let you out of his sight at parties, and within minutes of a guy approaching you, he was always by your side, a light hand at your back as he subtly told the guy to fuck off.

You thought he was looking out for you, making sure you were safe. But now, you saw it for what it really was: a claim.

And for some reason, Jay was the only exception.

Jay glanced at you, his eyes dropping down to the way you were wringing your hands. He nodded slightly, and slowly—torturously—unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. He let it slip off his shoulders and tossed it behind him, leaving his chest completely bare.

It should be illegal how good he looked. Messy black hair, tan skin, black glasses sitting crooked on the edge of his nose. You tried not to stare. You really did. But you’d been imagining this exact image for months, and now that it was in front of you, you couldn’t look away.

Jay caught your eye and smirked, leaning back onto his hands behind his back and looking smugly at Jungwon.

But your roommate’s eyes were locked on you. He studied you with a hunger you’d never seen in him, watching the way your eyes were pulled to Jay like a magnet, and the way you crossed your legs, trying to calm the hot pressure building in your core.

“It’s your turn, y/n,” Jay said.

You stared at the bottle of vodka on the table, not wanting to look at either of them. The tension in the room was palpable, hovering around you like a raincloud ready to burst. 

You forced yourself to look at Jay, trying with your entire being to keep your eyes on his face. “Truth or dare?”

He tilted his head, a slight smile on his face as he took in the blush on your neck. “Truth.”

“Um.” You looked between him and the vodka. “Do you…really think I’m cute?”

You watched as Jay’s eyes darkened, his gaze briefly dropping to your lips. He leaned forward, his muscles flexing as he rested his forearm on the table. “I mean what I say, y/n.”

The way he was looking at you was doing unholy things to your brain. You felt like he was undressing you with his eyes, his stare lingering on every shift of your hips as you squirmed under his attention. 

You wanted him to touch you so bad it hurt.

Jungwon cleared his throat, snapping you both out of your trance. A muscle in his jaw was clenched as he looked between the two of you, his fingers tapping against his knee in a steady rhythm. 

You bit your lip, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes. “Go ahead, Jay.”

“Truth or dare y/n?”

You were quickly losing your ability to look Jay in the eye without every thought in your head immediately dissolving into warm emptiness. Your thighs clenched involuntarily every time his low voice slipped from between his lips, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it together. 

“Dare.”

Jay exhaled softly, and you saw his hand clench. He looked at Jungwon, whose cheeks were already flushed, and pupils wide as he looked at you, a half-contained neediness in his eyes.

“I dare you to sit in my lap.”

You felt your mouth fall open as the words left his mouth, a rush of blood going straight between your legs. His eyes traced the parting of your lips the same way a cat looked at a toy, drinking in your shock like it was fuel. He shot you the crooked half-smile he knew drove you crazy. “You can drink, you know.”

You knew you should. It was one of those dares that was supposed to make you drink, but the thought of your back pressed against Jay’s bare chest…it was everything you’d been dreaming about.

Jungwon’s gaze bore into you like a physical pressure, and as you turned your head, you prepared yourself for jealousy, even anger. But instead, when your eyes met his, you found only anticipation. 

You stared at your shot glass, every thought in your brain screaming at you to fill it, but your desire was winning, and your body was being pulled towards Jay as if he was your center of gravity.

Slowly, you got to your feet and moved towards Jay. His eyes were almost completely black as he watched you, and when you lowered your butt to sit squarely in his crossed legs, his hands found your hips, holding you firmly against him. 

He took off his glasses and placed them on the table, then shifted so his chin rested on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Good choice.”

You had to hold your breath to stop from whimpering. His skin felt electric whenever it touched you, and his hands weren’t helping. His fingers traced gentle strokes in the bend between your hips and thighs, one of them occasionally brushing up your bare leg. 

You cursed yourself for wearing shorts; the skin-to-skin contact was going to be the end of you.

“Jungwon, go.” Jay’s low voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from exhaling softly.

You felt him smile against your ear.

Jungwon licked his lips, gaze locked on the way you chewed on your lip to keep from making a sound you knew you’d regret. 

“y/n, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said quickly.

His question was instant and slightly breathless. “Are you turned on right now?”

You tensed, and at that moment, Jay’s hand drifted towards your inner thigh. 

You gasped, pressing your back against his chest as the pressure in your core tightened.

Jungwon smirked, his expression almost predatory.

Jay chuckled. “I feel like that answers it.”

“I want to hear her say it,” Jungwon said.

You knew there was no getting out of this one, but you tried to sound at least a little put-together as you said it. “Yes…”

“Yes what?” Jungwon asked.

You clicked your tongue. “Yes, I’m turned on.”

Jay nuzzled his nose behind your ear, his lips brushing over your hot skin, sending a shivering jolt down your back.

“Jay…” you sighed.

He made a sound similar to a purr. “Oh, I like it when you say my name like that.”

The ache between your legs was so intense it hurt, and you were about five seconds away from grinding on Jay’s lap. You couldn’t take it anymore; you needed to be touched.

Then you realized you had the power, because it was your turn.

Jungwon had moved closer, taking your old spot as he watched the way Jay traced your neck with his lips, his fingers playing with the necklace around his neck.

“Jungwon, truth or dare?”

His eyes darted up to yours. “Truth.”

You sighed because it was not the one you wanted him to pick. Luckily, you still had plenty of questions. “Why do you like watching Jay flirt with me?”

You saw them exchange glances.

Jungwon rubbed the back of his neck. “I liked…that he distracted you. I could see you get flustered and nervous around me since it wasn’t about me. You’d let me hold you and comfort you, something that would never happen if I-”

He stopped, and you noticed the growing tint of red on his cheeks. 

“If you what?”

He leaned back on his hands, a teasing smile on his face. “You’ll have to wait for your next turn.”

You rolled your eyes, momentarily forgetting where you were sitting until Jay’s hand slipped under your shirt. 

You inhaled sharply as his hand palmed your stomach, the contact making your hunger flourish with a new intensity. 

Jay’s voice sounded close to your ear. “I guess it’s my turn now. Are you ready?”

You nodded, your head feeling heavy.

His breath made your skin tingle as he spoke. “Truth or dare y/n?”

Frankly, you were done playing games. 

“Dare.”

He smiled against your neck, and a few seconds passed before he declared your fate. 

“I dare you to kiss Jungwon.”

The room went silent.

You looked at Jungwon.

He was staring at Jay with wide eyes, all of his playful confidence gone as his carefully guarded desires were revealed to the world.

“You can still drink y/n,” Jay said, his voice smug.

You realized you didn’t want to, and even though Jay was the one who made your knees weak, you were so horny you didn’t particularly care who was doing the touching.

Your eyes flicked down to Jungwon’s lips, and you felt a spark of pleasure in your brain when you saw his eyes visibly darken with need. Plus, it was about time that Jungwon took his turn being the flustered one. 

You moved to climb out of Jay’s lap, but his hands gripped your hips, holding you down. “Nope, he has to come to you.”

Jungwon didn’t hesitate. He moved until he was directly across from Jay’s legs, looking up at you with nervous anticipation. 

Slowly, you hooked your hand behind his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as your eyes scanned his face. 

You’d barely touched him, and he looked wrecked. His pupils were blown completely wide, his skin was hot, and his breathing came out in quick, shallow gasps. He kept looking between your eyes and your lips, like he was scared they’d disappear if he looked away for too long. 

You smiled because you were starting to understand why Jungwon enjoyed seeing you like this. The way he was looking at you made your core ache just as much as Jay’s rogue fingers, and you wondered how many of the nights that he held you after watching you lose your mind over Jay ended with him stroking himself in his room.

Now, you could help each other.

You leaned in, and you felt him tentatively brush his nose against yours, his hot breath ghosting over your mouth before your lips finally touched.

His lips were soft, familiar like you’d kissed them thousands of times. You felt a warmth bloom in your chest like a campfire—intense but safe. Jungwon made a sound, and you felt his hand instinctively rise to brush your waist, like he wanted to hold you but didn’t want to overstep.

You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand the rest of the way, smiling against his lips as his fingers dug gratefully into your side. 

That’s when you felt a finger press on your clit.

You gasped into Jungwon’s mouth as a surge of pleasure swept through your body, your grip on his hair tightening, causing a groan to slip from his lips. 

“Don’t mind me,” Jay said, pulling your hair back from your neck and leaning down to kiss the sensitive skin, his finger still pressed firmly on your clit through your shorts.

Your focus was narrowed until all you could feel was the painful pressure between your legs and the warmth of Jungwon’s lips. But in that moment, it didn’t matter whose lips were whose, or whose hands; all that mattered was that you wanted them on you.

So you kissed Jungwon as if your life depended on it, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him as close as physics allowed, because on that floor—sandwiched between two boys that’d been devouring you with their eyes for hours—it felt like it did.

Jungwon responded to your sudden eagerness like he’d been waiting for it all his life, opening his mouth and letting your tongues dance like fated lovers, his hands gripping your waist with a claiming force.

Jay hadn’t stopped kissing your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin like he wanted to spell his own name in bruises. His fingers had started making light circles over your clothed core, the slight pressure driving you even crazier than direct contact. You shifted on his lap, trying to grind against his finger and increase the pressure. Every time, his other hand would pinch the skin on your inner thigh, making you arch and tremble against his back.

You desperately wanted to feel your skin pressed against his bare chest, so you moved one arm from around Jungwon’s neck and gripped the bottom of your sleep shirt, tugging it up against Jungwon’s hands. He got the message and detached from your lips with a wet pop, ripping your shirt off your body and tossing it to the side. 

A broken groan escaped his lips as he took you in bare before him. “You’re more than I ever imagined.” He reached out and rolled one of your hard nipples between his thumb and index finger, smiling as you moaned at the contact.

“Do you like it when I touch you y/n?”

“Yes!” You gasped. “I love it when you touch me, Wonie.”

“God, you sound so pretty,” Jay said, teeth grazing over your ear.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder, sighing as your skin met his.

“Fuck Jungwon,” Jay said, his hand on your hip moving up to cup your other breast. “How did you hold back for so long?”

Jungwon took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. “I wanted her to beg for it.”

Jay smiled and forced your chin towards him, drinking in your wrecked expression with hungry eyes. “I don’t hear much begging.”

“Jay,” you breathed, “I want you so bad.”

“How bad?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” He sighed, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.

You continued, the pressure in your core so intense it was making you delirious, Jungwon’s persistent mouth on your chest not helping. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I dreamed of you inside me, please.”

The sentence had barely left your mouth when he kissed you. 

His lips were hungry, firm, devouring your mouth like a wild animal. One of your hands found his hair, and he growled, holding your chin towards him with an almost painful grip.

The room was filled with the sound of clashing tongues and wet licks, your strained moan occasionally cutting through the filth.

Jay’s hand had migrated under your sleep shorts, running up your folds through your soaked panties.

Your hips jerked against him with every stroke, begging for more.

He just smiled against your lips, never giving you the pressure you craved.

He was just as bad as Jungwon, preferring to watch you slowly come apart, much more than the end goal. You wondered if your roommate had learned it from him.

You were vaguely aware of Jungwon removing his hoodie and t-shirt, moving forward until you were basically straddled between them. His hands found your waistband, pulling your shorts down completely until you were naked besides your panties. He watched Jay’s hand run over your core with glazed eyes, his erection growing painfully in his pants.

When you felt Jungwon’s hand on your wrist, pulling it towards him, you broke the kiss with Jay to look, breathing heavily. 

Jungwon placed your palm over his bulge, groaning as you squeezed softly.

You leaned forward, watching every twitch of pleasure on Jungwon’s face as you rubbed him. “How long have you been hiding this from me, Jungwon?”

He tilted his head back, moaning softly. “So long, baby.”

The pet name made you smile. “You should have just asked; you know how much I like to make you happy. My sweet Wonie, my perfect roommate. I could have helped you.”

His face was strained as he looked at you. “Really? You would have…?”

You lowered your voice, keeping your eyes locked. “Anything for you, Jungwon.”

That was enough to make him buck against your hand, and he pulled away from your touch, gasping as his legs trembled. “I almost came right there, and you barely touched me.”

“Take it off, Jungwon.”

He nodded, pulling at the waistband of his sweats, stripping down his pants, and his boxers in one motion. His cock sprang free, already dripping and angry with arousal.

You licked your lips and reached for him.

Jungwon sat back down, and when your fingers made contact, he groaned.

You slowly stroked his shaft, watching his face contort in pleasure at your touch. 

You heard Jay sigh behind you, the sound sending a vibration through your back. “Need to see your face look like that,” he whispered.

Then his fingers slipped under your panties.

“Jay!” You moaned, pressing your back harder against his chest.

His finger swiped through your wet folds, the sound so filthy it made you arch against him. 

You continued your strokes along Jungwon’s shaft, speeding up slightly when Jay’s fingers made your control slip. 

Jungwon was a moaning mess under you, keeping himself propped up on his elbows as he watched you touch him while Jay made you squirm.

Jay put his other hand back on your breast, pinching your hard nipple as he continued to tease your entrance.

You brushed your finger over the slit on Jungwon’s tip; his sounds were the only thing keeping you grounded as Jay edged you.

“Fuck!” Jungwon groaned. “Talk to me, y/n; I want to hear your voice.”

“Wonie,” you gasped, trying to grind against Jay’s fingers. “I’ve always loved it when you touched me; you always made me feel good even when I was miserable.”

Jay’s thumb pressed against your clit, drawing a high-pitched moan from your throat. You pumped Jungwon’s dick with desperate speed, feeling the pressure in your core building.

Jungwon’s breathing was ragged. “y/n, I’m close!”

“Jay!” You sobbed, turning your head to bury your face in his neck.

Jay chuckled lowly and finally slipped two fingers past your entrance, a scream streaming from your lips as he curled up to hit your G-spot.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck, exploding through you like a parade of fireworks. You let go of Jungwon and gripped Jay’s knees with an iron grip as pleasure wracked your body.

Jungwon came right after, gasping as hot ropes of his cum shot out over your stomach and even Jay’s hand, which was still moving inside you as he helped you through your orgasm. 

You ground on Jay’s hand as you rode out the aftershocks, your chest heaving as the hours of buildup were finally released.

When you were slumped against him, Jay removed his hand, eyes going to Jungwon as he studied the remnants of cum on his arm. 

Jungwon lay on the ground with a lazy smile on his face. “Sorry, Jay Hyung.”

Jay just smirked and put his arm in front of your mouth. “Open up.”

Your mouth dropped open, too spent to be anything but obedient.

Jay put his hand on the back of your head and pushed you towards his arm, sighing as he watched you lick up the white substance. “Good girl.”

When you were done, you fell back onto Jay’s chest, finding solace in his warmth.

He chuckled. “You ok?”

You nodded, your eyes closed as you nuzzled your cheek into his neck. “I’m perfect.”

“Yeah, you are,” Jungwon said, watching you curl into Jay with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“But I feel bad that you didn’t get to feel good, Jay.”

Jay stroked your hair. “Don’t feel bad; watching you was reward enough.”

You traced his collarbone with your finger, his skin so warm and smooth it was intoxicating. You remembered what you’d said to him earlier when he’d asked you to beg. You hadn’t lied; they weren’t just words spoken in desperation. You wanted Jay fully, and the fresh ache in your core told you that you weren’t ready for the night to end. 

You put your lips next to his ear and lowered your voice into a whisper. “Jay, I still need you.”

He tensed under you, his hands that had been wandering over your waist stilling. 

“y/n…” he said, his voice strained.

“What?” You pouted. “Do you not want me?”

He stared at your plump lips, and you could see the battle of restraint in his eyes. His expression alone answered your question, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“It’s not that, I just…” A muscle in his jaw twitched, and he looked at Jungwon, who was watching the two of you closely. “Jungwon has liked you for so long and I can’t-”

Jungwon cut him off. “It’s ok, Jay, do what she asks.”

“What?” Jay said.

You looked at your roommate, whose back was already propped against the table, his hand drifting to his hardening cock. “Fuck her, Jay Hyung.”

Jay searched your face for confirmation, his hand drifting down to your ass. 

So you kissed him.

Jay groaned into your mouth, his lips moving with a new intensity now that the unspoken boundaries had been stripped away. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other hooked under your thigh, holding you flush against him. He gently lowered you off his lap, pushing you onto your back on the carpet. He stood up and grabbed at the zipper on his jeans, sighing as his hard length finally sprang free.

“Jay,” you moaned. Your walls clenched at the sight of him, and you watched with bated breath as he slowly sank to his knees before you.

Beside you, Jungwon had started to stroke himself. His eyes were glassy as they flicked between Jay’s dick and your face, pupils widening as he watched your lips part in a needy whine. The effect your sounds had on him was almost concerning. He thought that he could spend the rest of his life hearing them and never get tired of it. He reminded himself to ask if he could record you next time.

Jay grabbed your legs and hooked them over his shoulders, smirking when you gasped at the sudden change in position. He hissed as he let his tip run through your folds, your wetness coating his length.

You clawed at the floor, fingers curling in the carpet as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through you in intense bursts. Your vagina clenched around nothing, wanting so desperately to be filled. 

“You feel so fucking good.” Jay groaned. He teased your entrance, hovering at the rim of your hole, moving in small circles.

You tried to push yourself onto him, but he pulled back every time, watching with brutal satisfaction as a few tears spilled down your face.

“Jay!” You sobbed, so frustrated you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You didn’t think you’d wanted anything more in your life.

“Shh, it’s ok, baby.” Jungwon appeared by your head. He stroked your hair and peppered kisses down your face. “Just a little longer, ok?”

You reached for him; his voice a beacon in the dark, more comforting than you could put into words.

Jungwon interlaced your fingers and leaned down to kiss your lips.

You gripped his hair, holding onto him like a lifeline.

His kiss was deep and claiming, full of unspoken confessions and pent-up desires. With every move of his lips, you remembered the way he held you to his chest after a long day, or the way he hovered near you at a party, only a step away whenever you needed him.

You were lost in it, lost in him, and then you felt a pressure between your legs, and with a strangled groan, Jay pushed inside of you.

You cried out, ripping your mouth away from Jungwon as you threw your head back, the stretch so good you were seeing white. 

Since you were still wet from earlier, Jay wasted no time. He moved inside of you in eager thrusts, his rhythm hard and devastating. 

“You’re so tight,” he growled, “so fucking perfect for me.”

Jungwon kept stroking your hair, his other hand on his cock as he pumped himself in time with Jay’s thrusts. “Keep going, Jay Hyung, she’s so pretty right now.”

Jay’s grip tightened on your hips as he deepened his thrusts, studying the pleasure on your face with the same care and intensity he studied his F1 races.

You were a moaning wreck, your sounds getting higher and more frequent as you felt your orgasm building.

Jungwon removed his hand from your hair and shifted towards where Jay was slipping inside of you. With one hand never leaving his dick, his gaze turned towards you; he reached down and pressed two fingers on your clit.

You screamed, tears streaming down your face as he started making firm, consistent circles over the sensitive bud. 

He pumped himself harder, his breaths turning ragged as he approached his climax. 

Jay had started slamming into you with frantic snaps against your pelvis, his eyes wide as short gasps stumbled from his lips.

You were all close, all chasing a release you’d been thinking of the second Jungwon turned down Jay’s roommate offer. Beginning the slow-burn cycle of stolen glances and loaded words that left you all aching by the end of the day.

You came first.

A broken cry ripped from your throat as you felt your walls clamp down around Jay, spasms of pleasure flowing through your body in waves.

Jay followed you, gasping as his hot seed filled you to the brim, your pussy milking him dry. He slowed his thrusts as he helped you through it, the two of you moaning in harmony.

Jungwon was last. He jerked himself off with quick strokes of his hand, wrecked whines slipping from between his lips as he came for the second time that night. He aligned himself so most of it landed around your mouth, and you licked up as much as you could, finding the way he followed the flicks of your tongue addicting.

The smell of sex lingered over the room like a cloud, the only sound the heaving of your mingled breaths. 

Jay pulled out of you, groaning as your bodies came apart with a wet squelch. He collapsed next to you, eyes closed as he caught his breath.

Jungwon crawled to the vacant space between your legs, licking his lips before leaning down to clean up Jay’s cum leaking down your thighs. 

You whimpered, oversensitive and spent, too weak to shove him away.

“Jay, would you get her face?” Jungwon said, voice muffled between your legs.

Jay sighed, opening his eyes and leaning over you. He kissed away the remains of Jungwon’s mess, tongue flicking over your skin as he licked up every drop. When he was done, he kissed you softly, and you moaned when you tasted Jungwon’s cum on his lips.

He smirked, “You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

You kissed him again, a smile on your lips. “Only for you.”

When Jungwon was finished, he lay down on your other side, his hand moving to your waist as he pulled your back against his chest. He kissed your shoulder. “How do you feel?”

You placed your hand over his on your waist, brushing his fingers. “Tired.”

“But a good tired?” Jay asked.

You laughed. “Yeah, pretty good.”

“So I didn’t ruin our friendship?” Jungwon asked, face buried in your hair.

You smiled. “No, Wonie, I think you made it better.”

“So…we can do this again?” 

You giggled at the hope in his voice. “All three of us?”

Jay pushed a strand of hair out of your face. “If you want.”

You ran your hand down Jay’s chest, smiling when his muscles flexed under your touch. You could get used to this. 

“Yes, I’d like that.”

Jungwon made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a laugh, peppering kisses down your neck, his lips curved into a smile against your skin. “Now I can stop pretending everything you do doesn’t drive me insane.”

Jay leaned in and kissed you softly. “You know, at first, I only flirted because Jungwon asked me to, but somewhere along the way, I started believing what I was saying.”

You grinned, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “So you’re in?”

He smiled. “All the way.”

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“Shit!”

You cursed as your hand slammed against someone’s chest, knocking your fresh cup of coffee (handed to you not 20 seconds earlier) onto your shirt. Thankfully, you’d opted for iced coffee, so it was only the massive brown stain dripping down your red blouse that you had to worry about. 

“Sorry!” The man who’d slammed into you hurried past, barely sparing you a glance as he ran straight towards the hallway leading to the bathroom. 

You stared after him, speechless, the liquid dripping from your shirt and onto the floor. You were already running late for work because you’d been up late the night before trying to beat a deadline, and now this? If your boss wasn’t on the verge of firing you before, he would be after today. 

A few people stared at you as you hobbled to the napkin dispenser, watching as you clutched your purse to the side of the stain, their eyes darting and pitiful. No one moved to help, no one seemed to care. God, you hated people sometimes. You wished you lived in the wilderness where the only sounds were the birds and the wind. Or better yet, you wished you were invisible, free to walk around without the feeling of judging eyes tingling the hairs on the back of your neck.

A woman came up behind you and grabbed some napkins for herself, glaring at you when a bit of coffee dripped from your shirt and onto her shoe. 

Yup, being invisible sounded much better.

When you were relatively dry, a bundle of dirty napkins gripped between your fingers, you glumly turned towards the front of the cafe, seriously considering just calling in sick for the day. The time it would take you to drive home and change would put you at least another hour behind anyway.

You pulled your blazer closed over the stain as you walked down the street, eyeing the shops for a clothing store or even a laundromat. 

You were slowing to peer into the window of some small vintage store, trying to see if they had clothes, when a man burst onto the sidewalk a few doors down, his shoulders tense and his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked toward you. 

His hair was bright blonde, contrasting starkly with his white-and-black jacket and washed-blue jeans. He had a dark red gash on his cheek against smooth tan skin, creating a harsh effect with his soft features. 

But what made you stop and stare was his eyes. They were impossibly wide and completely terrified. He looked like a deer in headlights, dazed and unsteady as his feet hit the concrete. He mostly kept his head down, only looking up to watch where he was going, but when his eyes flicked up to yours, he froze. 

Like, actually froze. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you and blinking like he thought he was hallucinating. He tilted his head, his blonde hair falling over his eyes. 

You frowned. First, people barely looked at you, and now they stared at you like you were an alien?

You awkwardly lifted your hand and waved.

Impossibly, his eyes widened even more. He approached you slowly, like you were a skittish animal that would run if he moved too fast. 

“Can you see me?” 

His voice was hesitant, so quiet you could barely hear him.

“Um, yeah? Hi?”

He let out a relieved laugh, the disbelief on his face turning into unbridled joy. “You can hear me?”

You nodded slowly, starting to wonder if you should call the police. “Yes, I can hear you…”

He laughed again, running his hands through his hair. “Oh my god, I’m not alone.”

Now you were really starting to get concerned. “Are you ok, sir? Do you need me to call someone?”

He shook his head, walking up to you and taking your hands. “No, no, there’s no one else, only you.”

You stared at him, realizing with horror that your bad luck had just brought you a literal insane person to deal with. There was no way you were going to work today. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, hands still holding yours. “Have we met before?”

You were seconds away from screaming for help when the worker in the vintage store you were still standing in front of walked outside. She stared at you with a guarded expression. “Are you ok, ma’am?” She glanced at your outstretched hands, looking blankly at the space where the man was standing.

“Do you not see him?”

Her eyes narrowed. “See who?”

You looked at the blonde man who was staring at you sheepishly, eyes darting between you and the worker.

Oh my god, you had completely lost it. The caffeine had finally caught up with you, and you were experiencing some sort of mental break that somehow resulted in the hallucination of a hot stranger. 

You looked at the employee, putting on your most convincing smile. “I’m ok, thank you!” And with that, you slipped your hands out of the man's grasp and walked the other way. 

“Wait!” He fell into step beside you, trying to catch your eye. “Please talk to me, you’re the only one who’s been able to see me.”

“Nope, you’re not real.” You said, keeping your eyes forward. “You are a figment of my imagination brought on by my stress and frustration with the world.”

“Can a figment of your imagination touch you?” He grabbed your hand again, his skin very warm, and very real against your palm. 

You jumped, pulling your hand away. You met his eyes, taking in the firm set of determination on his face. If he were a product of your mind, it was sure doing a hell of a job. You could make out subtle flecks of gold in his eyes, the darkness in his roots, a slight cut on his pink lips. 

You wished your brain could put this much energy into organizing spreadsheets. 

“If you’re real, why can’t anyone see you?” You hissed.

He looked down, his expression suddenly sad. “I don’t know, I woke up in the middle of the street covered in broken glass. I don’t remember how I got there or anything really.”

You stared at him for a second, debating how much you were going to entertain this. You thought about your brand new couch at home, cozy and inviting. It would be so easy to walk away…but he looked so sad—so desperate. Finally, you sighed. “Do you have a name?”

A small smile curved on his lips. “Evan.”

“Ok, Evan, you asked if we met earlier, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

He tilted his head, studying your face.

You resisted the urge to look away. His eyes ran over you with nothing but curiosity and eagerness—like you were the key to a puzzle he’d been trying to solve for hours—the complete opposite of the pity of the people in the cafe that morning. You felt a rush of heat in your face as his eyes dipped down to the stain on your shirt.

“What happened?” He asked.

You pulled your blazer tighter. “Nothing, just an accident.” You finally noticed a few people giving you odd looks as they passed, eyes glazing over the spot where Evan stood in front of you.

Maybe this was all a bad dream, and tomorrow, you would wake up on time, with a clean red shirt folded neatly at the foot of your bed. Maybe a rude asshole wouldn’t crash into your coffee, and you would walk to work without an invisible stranger stumbling into your path.

But you were still standing on a busy street, and people were still giving you dirty looks, and Evan was still looking at you like he was trying to remember your name.

Finally, he sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t think I’ve met you before either. I guess that rules out the long-lost friend explanation.”

You raised your eyebrows. “That was the theory you were going with?”

He shrugged, “There are worse ones.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I really hope I’m not—in fact—a figment of your imagination.”

“So it is a possibility!”

He laughed. “No, I’m just messing with you; I’m definitely real.”

You crossed your arms. “I don’t believe you.”

Evan was opening his mouth to speak when the squealing of brakes sounded from the road.

He whipped around, and you watched with wide eyes as a car stopped across from you on the curb. It was orange and white, and the paint was faded and old. It looked like a car straight out of the 80s. The door opened, and inside was…no one. There was no driver. It just sat there, beckoning like a street vendor.

Evan grabbed your hand and started walking, pulling you with him.

“What are you-”

“Ignore it; it keeps following me.”

You stumbled after him. “But it has no driver.”

And then, right before your eyes, the car moved. It drove forward like it was tied to Evan’s feet, keeping his pace as he moved briskly down the sidewalk.

Then, you noticed that other people were noticing too.

They stared at the car, bewildered, squinting through the windows to find the source of its movement. People on the street got out of the way, their attention turning to you, since without Evan visible, it looked like it was following your every step.

“Oh my god, they see the car, and the car sees you!”

Evan grimaced, his grip on your hand tightening. 

People began to shout, pointing at you and the car.

“How’d you make it do that?”

“You put a demon in the car, lady?”

“Where can I get one?”

“Evan.” You said, a flicker of panic moving through your gut. “I think we should get in.”

“What?” He said, not slowing down.

People began to walk towards you; a few pulled out their phones.

“We need to get out of here.” 

“I’m walking, aren’t I?”

“It’s not enough!” You lowered your voice, a hint of desperation finding its way into your voice. “I’m not invisible like you.”

At that, he slowed, as if he finally realized that he was putting you in danger. He looked around, letting out a breath when he saw the crowd of people gathering around the car.

“Ok, fine, let’s go.” He put his hand on the small of your back and pushed you in front of him towards the open car door. 

You quickly climbed inside and shifted over to the passenger seat, yelping as a man tried to grab your arm. Evan pushed the guy's arm away, and you only briefly caught the confused look that clouded his features at the invisible force before Evan slid into the driver’s seat and slammed the door behind him.

You didn’t even have a second to breathe before the car moved, surging backwards and forcing the crowd out of the way. 

“Oh, God.” You braced yourself against the dashboard, looking out the window at the passing faces.

Evan pushed at the car door, trying to force it open. But the lock wouldn’t budge. The radio started playing a song you’d never heard, the sound blending with the angry shouts outside. 

When it got to the end of the road, the car shifted into drive and suddenly swerved.

You weren’t wearing a seatbelt, so you were practically flung into Evan’s side. You gripped his arm, holding on for dear life as the car finished its turn and landed facing forward. 

Both of you breathed heavily, Evan holding the wheel and you still clutching his arm, staring out the windshield with wide eyes. 

“Are you ok?” He asked. 

He looked down at you, your faces only inches apart.

You nodded, eyes flicking to the gash on his cheek, suddenly hating seeing his annoyingly pretty face tarnished. You cleared your throat and forced your fingers to let go of his arm, slowly leaning back in your seat.

“Well, that was fun.” You said.

He snorted. “Really?”

“Not at all.”

The car started moving, this time at a normal speed, and in a straight line.

“I guess we’re stuck.” He said, studying the old-school orange display screen that showed nothing except the time and the name of the song playing: Ride or Die

You tried to open your door, frowning when the lock stayed in place. “I guess so.”

“Where do you think it’s taking us?” He said.

You crossed your arms, staring out the window. “At this point, I’m up for anything. I’m in a magic car with an invisible man, so I don’t think anything can surprise me anymore.”

Evan chuckled, “So you believe me now?”

You bit your bottom lip, glancing over the black leather seats and booming speakers in the door. The car was as real as anything, and the confused mob of people proved that. Plus, besides you, the car was the only thing that seemed to acknowledge Evan. To some extent, he was real; you just didn’t know where you fit into it all.

“I believe…that I’m not making you up, but I still don’t see an explanation for what happened to you.”

He leaned his head against the headrest. “Me neither.”

Silence settled between you, oddly comfortable, with the car’s music beating softly through the speakers. The road wound in front of you, stretching towards an unknown destination.

“What’s it like being invisible?” You asked, thinking back to that morning.

“Terrible.” He said, “It’s lonely.”

“But isn’t it nice not to have to deal with people?” You glanced down at your stained shirt.

“Maybe sometimes, but…I like people,” he smiled softly, “people need each other to feel things.”

“These days they mostly just make me feel shitty.” You muttered.

Suddenly, the radio burst into song, this time one you knew: Limbo

“I’ve just been goin’ through motions, back and forth like a ocean I am a fraud, I am the shit, hoping that nobody notice.”

You smiled. “See, the car gets it.”

“That sounds more like a you problem than a people problem,” Evan smirked.

You lightly hit his arm, “Hey! It’s people who created this soul-draining system. Everyone’s lives revolve around work this, work that, it’s exhausting.”

“But people made a lot of other great things,” he glanced at the radio, “like music.”

“The hills are alive with the sound of music With songs they have sung For a thousand years.”

Evan smiled. “Thank you, car.”

You giggled. “I think your car can hear us.”

“It’s not mine.” He said.

“Then whose is it?”

He shrugged. “Maybe no one; I told you I don’t remember anything.”

“You really know nothing but your name?”

He shook his head.

More silence.

You felt his eyes on you, but you didn’t turn away from the window, weirdly enjoying the feel of his attention.

“You know I never got your name,” Evan said.

“It’s y/n.”

He smiled, “y/n.” He said it like it was his new favorite word, slow and steady. You decided you liked the way it sounded on his lips.

“Do you want my jacket? It will cover the stain better.”

You looked down at your blazer that barely reached over your chest, doing little to hide the top of the brown mark. You hated looking at it; it made you feel dirty, pathetic.

Before you could respond, Evan was already shedding his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders, and pressing the heavy material into your lap. “Here.”

You shot him a tight smile, “Thanks.” 

You tossed your blazer into the backseat and pulled Evan’s on, laughing softly when it swallowed you completely.

He laughed too. “It’s perfect.”

“It’s huge.”

“It’s cute.”

You looked down at your lap, feeling a blush on your cheeks that you prayed wasn’t too visible. You glanced at him, focusing back on his cheek gash.

“You should get that looked at.”

“y/n, no one can see me, remember?”

You bit your lip. “Oh yeah.” You turned the words over in your mouth before you said them. “I could at least clean it up.”

You could tell he was fighting back a smile as he looked at your nervous expression. “Is someone worried about me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, I happen to have the ability to show concern for others. Now, can I look at it or not?”

“What are your credentials?”

“Evan.”

“What? How do you think I stay pretty? I can’t have just anyone touching this face.”

You were both grinning at each other, a comfortable energy humming in the car’s interior as the chaos of the day faded until there was just you and him. Two people driving down the road as music colored the passing scenery.

The radio boomed to life, blaring another familiar song:

“You can’t touch this You can’t touch this.”

Evan laughed. “Ok, ok, fine, you can look.” He leaned on the center console, offering up his right cheek, the red mark bright against his tan skin.

You shifted in your seat so you were facing him, and slowly brought your hand to his cheek, leaning over to study the cut. It looked like two main gashes, long but not too deep. It needed to be cleaned, but you decided—in your not-so-professional opinion—that he probably didn’t need stitches. 

You opened the glove box, trying to find a tissue or a bottle of water, or anything. And just like the car had read your mind, you spotted a small package of disinfectant wipes shoved into the back like an afterthought.

You grabbed it and smiled. “I think I’m starting to like this car.”

In response, you felt the engine rev, boosting the car forward a little faster.

“I think it likes you too,” Evan said, still leaning towards you.

You took out a wipe and turned back towards him, softly brushing it over the cut.

He grimaced slightly.

“Sorry, almost done.”

He smiled softly, staring at your focused expression. “It’s ok, take your time.”

You cleaned away every spot of blood and dirt around the cut until only the pale pink of the wound remained. Your fingers brushed his cheek as you went, and you marveled at how soft it was.

Every time you glanced at his eyes, you found him looking back at you, studying the way you pursed your lips and furrowed your eyebrows. You felt your cheeks getting red, the tension in the air shifting just slightly. 

“Oh, her eyes, her eyes Make the stars look like they’re not shining Her hair, her hair Falls perfectly without her trying She’s so beautiful And I tell her every day”

You snorted, a laugh stumbling from your lips as Bruno Mars rang out through the car. You pulled the wipe away, deciding it was clean enough.

Evan chuckled, looking down at his arm resting on the console, but not moving away.

You put the wipes back in the glovebox. “I think the car wants to be your wingman.”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

You bit your lip. “Do you want it to?”

He still hadn’t moved away from the center console, his upper body leaning into your space. You watched his eyes flick to your lips. “I wouldn’t object.”

“I guess I’m kind of your only option.”

“That’s not why.”

You tilted your head, playing with the ends of his jacket's sleeves. “Then why?”

Finally, he moved back into his seat, and you realized with a pang that you liked it when he was close. But he kept his body facing towards you, and leaned his head against the headrest, a soft smile on his lips. “Because you care, in a stubborn way.”

“I’m sure a lot of people would have helped you.”

“Maybe, but you did it even though you didn’t want to.”

“I never said I didn’t want to.”

“You tried walking away from me.” He said. “You said I was a hallucination or something.”

Despite yourself, you laughed. “I feel like it was a reasonable reaction.”

He smiled. “I don’t blame you; I’m just glad you changed your mind. You made me feel seen, and that’s quite the feat for someone invisible.”

You stared at him for a second. Outside, the sun was bright, and it shone on his blonde hair, making it glow. He looked like an angel, and you wondered for a second if that’s what he was. An angel meant just for you.

“I feel invisible too sometimes; maybe that’s why I can see you. Maybe it’s not a problem with you, but a problem with the world.”

He raised his eyebrows. “So, only sad, lonely people can see me? That seems depressing.”

“Hey!” You shoved him for the second time that day, and this time, when your hand touched his bare arm, it felt familiar, like you’d done it hundreds of times and would do it hundreds more. “I’m not lonely.”

He smirked. “Do you live alone?”

“Yes…”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No…”

He laughed, ducking his head and holding his hand over his face.

You groaned. “Just because I’m not in a relationship doesn’t mean I’m lonely. I bet you’re single.”

He gasped with fake offense. “Me? Never, all the ladies love me.”

“I bet that’s why you’re invisible. Got so much attention, the universe decided you needed a break for a while.”

“From everyone except you, apparently,” Evan said, his voice soft.

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

The radio blared again.

“I don’t mean to be rude There’s things in myself that I see in you Lonely eyes She had those lonely eyes I only know ‘cause I have them too”

“Ok, car, I think we get it.” You said.

A loud squealing noise sounded from the road as the car accelerated.

Evan cursed, and he gripped the wheel as his body was pushed back against the seat. The car swerved down a side street, the walls almost scraping against the faded paint; it was so narrow. “I think you made it angry!”

You grabbed the handle above your window. “I didn’t think it was so sensitive!”

The engine revved again, jerking forward and making you yelp as you almost fell out of your seat. 

“Apologize!” Evan said.

“You want me to apologize to a car?”

“It’s either that or we die!”

“I think that’s a little dramati-”

The car instantly picked up speed, blurring down the street and rapidly approaching what you realized with horror—was a waterfront.

“y/n!” Evan shouted.

You groaned. “Ok fine! I’m sorry, car!”

The machine made a sound like a purr and immediately slowed down, the blur of the concrete fading into the details of cracked pavement and trampled mud.

The two of you slumped back in your seats, panting heavily as the wave of panic receded into muted shock. A new song started playing on the radio:

“Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it off (whoo-hoo-hoo).”

“Well that’s easy for you to say, you’re a car.” You said, still gripping the handle, your heart rate finally slowing. “But I’m sorry, you can keep playing your…music.”

“Wow! I feel good I knew that I would now I feel good I knew that I would now.”

You giggled. “I’ll assume that means my apology is accepted.” You looked over at Evan and found him staring at you, a distant look in his eyes. 

“What?” You said.

He shook his head, smiling slightly. “Nothing.”

For a while, you sat in silence—but not the strained kind—it was comfortable. Just two people enjoying each other’s company as the car pulled onto the main road alongside the water, the sun twinkling over the sparkling blue as quiet music played in the background. The engine was a comforting hum under your seat, and you felt the stress in your body melting away with every mile. 

Across from you, Evan gently tapped his finger on the steering wheel, occasionally singing softly to the lyrics in the background. His voice was beautiful and slightly haunting, and you found yourself smiling at the way it lilted and harmonized, the sound creating a bloom of warmth in your chest. 

At one point, you glanced at him, watching the way his brows furrowed as he sang and the way his lips curled up in a subtle smirk. 

He was beautiful.

You leaned your head against your window, and a few minutes later you were dozing off, fighting to keep your eyes open as Evan’s soft voice lulled you into sleep.

But then the car stopped.

Evan went silent.

You looked up, cocking your head when you saw that you were parked on the side of the road, pulled up so the front wheels of the car were perched on the edge of a beach, looking out into the sky, which showed the beginning of a colorful sunset—swirls of pink and orange dotting the sky. 

“Where are we?” You asked.

“Not sure,” Evan said. “Car?”

This time, the radio was silent.

You tried the door and let out a small gasp when it actually opened. You got out and stretched, groaning as your sore muscles ached in pleasure.

Evan followed you, getting out and leaning against the hood of the car as he looked up at the sky.

“Not a bad spot.” You said.

He nodded. “Not at all.”

“So is there like buried treasure here or…”

Evan laughed. “Go ahead, you dig, I’ll watch.”

“Absolutely not, getting on my hands and knees like a dog? I’m a lady, you know.”

He smirked. “The view wouldn’t be too bad.”

You gasped, putting your hand over your mouth as a wave of heat crept up your neck. “Evan!”

“What? I’m being honest.”

You glared at him, wrapping his large jacket even tighter over your chest. “Now is not the time for flirting.”

“It’s always the time for flirting.”

You bit back a smile. “I hate you.”

Evan propped his chin on the top of the car, staring at you with his big doe eyes. “No, you don’t”

“I can’t tell you why But something inside is dancing with fire Eyes lit like the sky, turned tears into diamonds Got good at goodbyes…”

The radio spurred to life, the melody dancing on the breeze as you stared at each other. You held your breath, and he searched your face, tracing every curve and line as if he was trying to memorize it.

“You know…I think I remembered something.” He whispered, barely audible above the music.

“What?”

“It’s a name. Heeseung.”

You leaned against the other side of the car, mimicking the way he rested his chin on his arms. “Whose is it?”

“I think mine; it feels…familiar.”

“Do you like it?”

He was silent for a moment. He stared at his hands, then at the sky, then at you. “Do you?”

You shrugged. “It’s not up to me, but…I like both. Evan feels gentle and kind, while Heeseung feels…warm, like home.”

He tapped his fingers against the car, nodding thoughtfully. “You know, I’m really happy I ran into you.”

You bit back another smile. “Yeah, It’s been fun.”

“I can’t stop this feeling Deep inside of me Girl, you just don’t realize What you do to me.”

Evan laughed. “I’m also starting to really like this car.”

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. “This car is gonna be the death of me.”

“Hey, ride or die, baby.” Evan climbed onto the hood of the car, leaning back and propping his head against the windshield. He patted the spot beside him, his figure outlined by the burning orange tint of the sky. “Come on, maybe we’re just supposed to enjoy the view.”

You hoisted yourself onto the car, shifting until your back rested in the space next to him. The sky stretched out in an endless haze of color, and you sighed softly, the events from that morning almost completely forgotten.

“Hooked On A Feeling” continued playing in the background, a soundtrack to the moment defined by lapping waves and Evan’s breaths beside you. You pulled his jacket over you as a cold breeze raced past you, making your skin prickle. You glanced over at him in his white T-shirt. “Are you cold?”

He shook his head. “No, ever since I met you I’ve felt warm.”

You looked down at your feet stretched out across the hood, a twinge of guilt flaring in your chest. “Evan…”

“Don’t.” He whispered. “I know this can’t last forever, but…would you stay with me? Just for a little while.” He slowly reached for your hand.

You held your breath, but didn’t pull away.

Just like he said, his skin was warm against your hand, and his fingers wrapped around yours with incredible tenderness. He was closer, his hip almost pressed against yours, his face hovering only inches away. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you had to force yourself to meet his eyes.

“With you, I don’t feel like a stranger in my own body. I feel real, like anything but a memory.”

You squeezed his hand. “Of course you’re real. You’re Evan.”

He smiled sadly. “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”

“But I can hear you.” You cupped his cheek, your voice breaking. “I can feel you.”

He leaned into your touch, his face softening. “And what happens when you leave?” He whispered. “Only you can see me. Your eyes only.”

“Then I won’t leave. You can come home with me. I’ll give you a place to stay, I’ll-”

Evan chuckled. “I can’t have you dropping everything for a ghost. You have such a bright future ahead of you.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, overwhelmed with the sudden realization that this day—this perfect day—that healed something inside you you didn’t know was broken, needed to end. The sky had shifted into a bright pink, making his skin glisten underneath your hand. “But you’re the brightest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He stared at you in wonder, and his hand rested over yours on his cheek, rubbing soothing circles on your knuckles. He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and you realized he was trying not to cry. “It’s gonna be alright.”

In one heartstopping moment, he leaned forward, and time seemed to slow when his lips touched yours. 

He hooked his fingers around your neck and pulled you closer, kissing you with the hesitancy of the first and the passion of the last, his lips moving against yours with tragic urgency. 

You made a sound against his mouth, your hand on his cheek moving to tangle in his blonde hair, holding him like you were scared he would disappear. 

His other hand found your waist under his large jacket, pulling you towards him so one of your legs was thrown over his lap. 

You smiled against his lips, and he smiled back, pulling back to trail kisses down your jaw and to your neck, his tongue swirling in maddening circles over your nape.

The heat between your legs was growing, and you were halfway through ripping off the heavy leather jacket when the car hummed to life under you.

“I’m sleeping And right in the middle of a good dream Like all at once I wake up From something that keeps knocking on my brain Before I go insane, I hold my pillow to my head And spring up in my bed Screaming out the words I dread “I think I love you.”

You paused, staring at Evan, a smile creeping onto your face before you burst out laughing. He laughed too, grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him, tucking you into his chest until his chin rested on your head. 

“Remember me, ok?” He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You opened your mouth. “I-”

Heeseung bolted up in his bed, taking deep, gulping breaths. He grabbed the glass of water on his bedside table and downed the whole thing, mind racing with bright colors and soft lips. 

He sat there until his breathing slowed, trying to hold on to the images floating in his head, so real he felt vaguely lost sitting in his dorm room. 

He grabbed his notebook and furiously started writing things down—everything he could remember: a car that can drive itself, crowds of people swarming him, the panic of being invisible…

Then he hit a wall.

Heeseung remembered lips—heat, skin, hair—but no face. There was a person; he was missing something, someone. 

He groaned, searching his brain for a name, something that carried the same warmth of the body under his hands and the voice he couldn’t quite remember anymore.

All he got was three words:

Ride or Die

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