Cherrypepsi

You have a friend.. or at least that's what you wanna convince yourself. You never spoke of what happened when you went over to his house, what was supposed to be a normal hangout turned out to be exact opposite and more of a hook up.

When you think back upon it, you try to make sense of it all. You try to understand what led to the moment you were on top of Jean, your lips crashing against his.. You couldn't stand that horseface and his cocky ways, but.. you still slept with him.

You thought back to what led to those moments, you remembered walking up to his door. You remember how hot it was outside, the sun beaming down on you as you knocked on his door. You remembered feeling sticky just from being outside, then you remember him.

As the sound of the knob clicking echoed from behind the door, it was pulled open. Jean stood there, 6'3 and towering over you. He looked down with low eyes, "You finally made it, Y/N." He did that lopsided-grin he always loved to do. "Please, come in. I was just chilling on the couch." He opened the door for you to enter.

"About time! It's too hot outside." You hissed, stepping in, feeling the wooden boards creak under your weight. You kicked off your shoes at the entrance, placing them neatly up against the wall. His house always had a feeling to it to where you couldn't describe it. It was modern, yet there was a hint of a southern charm to it. Thankfully, he wasn't THOSE southerners who enjoyed having animal heads on their walls.

Jean watched as you walked by, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom before he closed the door, locking it. "Bit rude." He muttered, walking over to his living room. The woodsy scent filled your nostrils as you followed behind him, you sat least three inches away from him. You remembered seeing a bottle of whiskey along with a glass next to it, but there was two glasses as if he wanted to share a drink.

"Soo.." You looked over at him, bringing your legs up onto the couch as you made yourself comfortable. "What you been up to lately, Jean?"

The way his name rolled off of your tongue sent a small jolt down his body, he was attracted to you. He never said a word, he never bothered to, because he felt as though a 'horseface' like him don't deserve the presence of a beauty like you.

"I-.. Well.. I've been working on getting some animals. Like a horse, especially a Thoroughbred, y'know." He leaned in closer to the table and lifted the glass of liquor, he then poured himself some. "Want any?" He asked, looking over at you.

"Yeah, sure. I'll have some." You responded with ease, before looking back at what he said. "A horse? Can you even ride one?" She asked curiously.

"Well.. duh. I'm from the South, remember. I have experience with horses." Jean smacked his teeth at your unnecessary comment. "Riding a horse just.. it brings you peace, especially on a nice trail. Enjoyed those times. Just because you can't ride doesn't mean I can't." He breathed out a sigh as he brought the glass up to his lips, the stinging smell of the whiskey hitting his nose before he even took a sip. He placed his lips on the edge of the class as he lifted it up slightly, sipping on the golden liquor.

"I can? See, this why I didn't even wanna be bothered with you. You always starting something, horseface." You rolled your eyes as you picked up your glass, your nose scrunching up at the strong scent. You sucked it up before taking a sip of the alcohol, you licked your lips as an attempt to savor the taste of the golden liquid.

"Y'know.. how to ride?" He saw right through her bullshit, she hated being proved wrong, but he knew how much she loved when the attention was her. "What was the last time you rode anything, Y/N?"

"Jean, be so for real. I know how to ride a horse, you just get on it." You rolled your eyes, eyeing the alcoholic beverage in your hand. "What type of question is that? You think I can't ride a horse?" You muttered before taking another sip before sitting the glass down on the wooden table, as you looked at the TV.

"Prove it." He smirked, holding the glass close to his face. "You call me 'horseface', soo..." He snickered before finishing his drink, he licked his lips as he looked at you. His eyes traveled from your face down your body, his eyes was dark with a eagerness to just pursue you right at this moment. But, he wasn't the type to rush a girl. Instead, he wanted you to make the first move.

You turned your head in his direction but your eyes glued onto the TV for a few seconds before they looked at him. To your surprise, he was already looking at you. You wasn't shy to admit that he was attractive, but yall were friends and.. friends don't hook up. But the way he looked at you, the hunger in his eyes, it touched your heart making it nearly do a backflip out of your chest.

You was catching onto what he wanted, he wanted you. You smirked softly, watching as his thighs was spread out as he leaned back onto the couch. He was inviting you onto his lap.

You was deciding what your next move should be, it wouldn't hurt if you just.. got on top.

You scooted a little close to him, before moving swiftly onto his lap, straddling him. You felt your heart race, your body wasn't prepared for the sudden move you made. You looked into his eyes before your eyes went down, his compression shirt hugged his chest as if it was smothering him.

"Atta girl.." Jean cooed, lightly biting his lips. The sun was beaming through the window, past the curtains. The sun hitting against your skin and the way you glowed was like a goddess was in his presence.

You could hear it in his voice.. you could hear the sharpness and the cockyness busting through.

"What you gonna do now, Y/N? How you gonna ride?" He smirked as he tilted his head back slightly, spreading his hands out onto the top of the coach as he got comfortable. He felt himself grow just off of you sitting on him, he bit his lip, looking down. You were sitting right on top of his bulge, his eyes narrowed softly as he placed a hand on your thigh.

Although you both were still clothed, you felt a bump up against you. You lightly shuddered against the touch of his hand up against your thigh.

You placed your hand onto his shoulders, lightly grinding up against him. Your face met his before you closed your eyes, leaning in and pressing a small kiss to his lips. The taste of the whiskey was still present, it felt intoxicating just to taste it on him. You moved one of your hands up to the side of his cheek, running a thumb up against his cheek as you deepen the kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth.

Jean groaned softly as you moved against him, the friction of his pants rubbing against your clothes was gonna drive him crazy, he wanted to be let in. He wanted to feel your heat, he wanted to feel every ounce of your body. When you kissed him, it did shock him. He didn't back down, though. He placed a hand on your back, lightly pushing you in towards him. He matched your movements, tilting his head as he wanted to explore your mouth. Both of your tongues wrestled against each other with eagerness, you were both desperate. You both wanted more, you both needed each other.

You pulled back, catching your breath after the intensity of the kissing. You looked into his eyes, licking the taste of him off of your lips. You then stopped moving up against him, instead.. You lifted your hips as you rushed off your bottoms and the sheer panties you wore. You tossed them aside on the couch.

Jean felt his body tense up at the sight, he felt himself throbbing at the way your skin glowed against the sun. Your thighs looked so soft, he was desperate for you. He gently brought his hands down, cupping your curves in his hands. He gently squeezed them before leaning into you, whispering into your ear. "You're dangerous, Y/N. I thought you couldn't stand me, yet here you are.. offering your body to me." He lightly nipped at your ear as he moved his hand down, bringing his hand down towards your slick opening. "Baby, we haven't done anything. Yet, here you are.. already wet." He teased as he rubbed his hand against your wetness. The way you felt up against his fingers was driving him crazy, he didn't know how much longer he could keep his composure. He gently pushed two finger inside, he groaned softly at how your walls just sucked his fingers in. He placed his free hand on your curves, lifting your hips up as he pushed his long, slim fingers inside of your opening.

You whined as he nipped at your ear, your body was heating up. You was so tender and so easy to give in to him, but you didn't care. You wanted him. You bit your lip as he gripped your flesh, he was so gentle with you as if you were glass. You rested your head in the crook of his neck as he began to find his way into your body, letting out a soft gasp as he pushed his fingers in. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pushed his finger inside. You moaned softly, you didn't wanna seem desperate but your body disobeyed. Your hips pushed back against his fingers as you wanted all of him.

"Easy, girl. We barely started." He smirked, lightly smacking his free hand against your skin. "You want more?" He asked, using his free hand to spread her curves, exposing her heat to the cool air.

"Yes.." You breathed out, you didn't want his fingers anymore. You wanted something else ..you glanced down at his pants. You knew exactly what you wanted right then and there. You wasn't gonna allow yourself to pass up the opportunity. "Jean, just.." You trailed off as you began to unbotton his pants, moaning softly as he continued to finger you at a soft pace.

As you unbuttoned his pants, he felt his mouth go dry. He gritted his teeth as he pulled his fingers out of you, looking at the way you drenched him. He placed his fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of you. He then lifted his hips, tugging his jeans and his boxers down, wrapping am arm around your waist to hold you still. His member stood tall, it was like a mighty soldier ready for combat. The length of it was intimidating you, you would had never guessed a man like him would be.. packing a weapon basically. The way the veins wrapped around it and the sight of the bulging tip was making you melt before you even felt it.

"Come on, baby. You got it." He coached you, placing his hands on your hips. He watched as you lifted your hips up, using your hand to guide him inside. Jean threw his head back as he entered you, the heat, the way you sucked him in. He let out a soft grunt, he looked down, watching as you sunk down on him. "Goodness.." He whispered, looking into your eyes as he breathed out a chuckle.

You moaned as you sunk down onto him, it felt like he had just stabbed you with how deep his member went without him even moving. You sat still for a second, allowing your body adjust to his size. "Fuck.." You breathed out, placing your hands on his shoulders as you began to move your hips in a circular motion.

"There you go. Ride that dick, baby." He lightly tightened his grip on your hips as you moved against him, the heat that captivating him was more intoxicating than alcohol could ever be.

"You can do more than that. Take control of it." He watched as your body moved, running his hands against the sides of your body.

You let out soft whimpers of pleasure as you moved your hips in a circle. Him coaching you was driving you crazy, he was so gentle in a moment of intimacy. You began to move up and down at a slow pace, getting comfortable as you then quickened the pace. Bouncing on him, you gripped his shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck. The smell of faint cologne and a manly musk was filling your nose.

"There we go." He smacked your ass, gripping onto your waist. He watched how you fell apart of top of him.. the way your body was already breaking down barely ten minutes in. This was boosting his ego, he had a stubborn woman like you losing herself to the sheer pleasure of him.

"Focus, baby. Focus on me." He lifted your face up, cupping you chin as your hips crashed against him. He pressed a soft kiss against your lips, "You getting tired, huh? Thought you could ride." He smirked, bringing his hands down to your hips and he began to thrust himself inside of you, moving with ease.

You cried out as he took control the feeling of him pushing his way inside, it was so rough. "Jean.. please. I c-can't.." You cried out through your moans, your body tensing up as he began hitting at your weak spot. Your moans turned into more primal cries, there was a tension building in your stomach as he moved inside. "Jean.." You whined, looking into his eyes. You saw his expression. His eyes were low and dark, he looked as if he was on a mission. As if he wasn't gonna care about your pleas, he was gonna break you down one way or another.

"Shut up. Don't worry about it, give it all to me. Make that mess, you hear me?" He pressed a kiss against your lips before pressing his forehead against yours. "There you go. C'mon.. you can take it." He grunted out as he pushed himself as deep as he physically could, rushing himself in despite the way your body gripped around him. He was aware you were close, he didn't care. He was gonna make your body break under pleasure, no matter what.

As Jean continued to move, you felt that tension in your stomach build up more, your thighs twitched at the build up forming inside of you. It was like your body was turning to stone, tensing up as your body reached its limits. Your moans filled up the living room, drowning out the background noise of the tv. You threw your head back as you breathed out the pressure building in your body, placing your hands on top of the ones gripping your hips. The sound of skin slapping against each other, the suction of your opening was creating sounds that was pleasing to Jean's ears.

As your body continued to tense, Jean didn't stop once. As he felt a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, he dug his nails into your flesh. He was getting drunk off of the pleasure, the more you gripped around him the more louder he got. His moans syncing with yours, "Fuck. Give that pussy to me." He hissed out, before leaning in. You gave him access to your neck when your threw your head back. He took the time to kiss at your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin.

Before you knew it, you was crying out in a agony of pleasure. Your body shaking as he successfully broke you down. A single thrust, and he lifted you off of him. Your body trembled as you collapsed on top of him. It was like you were in a pleasure coma the way you just laid on top of him, your body shaking as you gripped onto his arms.

Jean let out gasps out air as he tried to come down from his high, the sheer intensity of the moment.. he was still trying to process everything. You came over just to hangout and now your shaking against him.. He looked down, there was a mess on him. It turned him on at the sigh of it, he wasn't even mad if anything got on his couch.

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Then, you remembered it. You remembered how it all happened. Now you realized how you ended up in Jean's bed with him resting beside you. It wasn't even an hangout to begin with, it was a hook up session between you and your friend, Jean.

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This is my first fanfiction i wrote after a year of not doing it. Please give me suggestions on what I should do better or how I can improve it. HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED 🫶🏾

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