Good Stuff

It was comfortably calm in the backyard. Almost too calm. You watched Jason from over the rim of your shades as you chewed on your straw, having drunk to the last sip of your lemonade, seated a safe distance away under an umbrella on the pool deck.

Jason was sprawled on a bench just a feet away, one hand sat beneath the back of his head as the other traced circles into his inner thigh. Your eyes always wandered back to the seemingly innocent movement, the absentminded back and forth of his fingers on his skin.

You wondered how long until he was going to crack?

Jason had been keeping a secret from you. If you didn’t know the extent to which he fought so damn hard to hide it, the way his eyes continued to stare persistently over the glistening water, purposefully avoiding looking at you for the past grueling few minutes was a definite sign that his head was up to something. From both ends.

A sly smile quirked the corner of your mouth as your hand hovered over the small remote beside you on the table. If only Jason turned to look at you now, he could see the rich expression of mischief on your face and the taunting play of your fingers over the very thing that has been tormenting him since you walked into his parents’ house. But he was too fucking proud to let even a small frown of, heavens forbid, defeat show upon his face.

But that was alright. You were a patient player. If he was going to toss the ball into your court, you were going to strike.

You hummed to yourself, a lingering smile on your face as your pointer finger danced and waved – a tantalizing show for only your own eyes – and eventually landed like a fate-sealing sledgehammer on the power button.

Jason barely squirmed. His neck gave a small upwards jolt before he pretended to scratch the back of his head and tried to relax, albeit futilely. Bold, really. Wearing that fucking vibrating thong underneath his bathing suit – to his family’s pool party, no less. What was he thinking?

Not this, for sure.

And to even begin to consider you wouldn’t notice how he’s been, so fucking ambitiously, snagging some of your new lace panties for the past couple months. Your suspicions were proven correct when you hid that vibrating thong in your drawer, next to the other innocent undergarments, and they too disappeared by the end of the week just before the party.

You weren’t sure whether to feel enraged that your boyfriend was stealing your expensive lingerie, or excited that your normally big strong macho man was secretly into crossdressing. It would be a sight, for sure, to see Jason in nothing but a lace thong – definitely gave you more access to that round plump ass.

And you were enjoying the show you knew Jason was also aware he was giving you now. One of his hands had immediately come to sit over his crotch and the very noticeable growing tent in his bathing suit. He shifted slightly on the bench, ass moving side to side as if the cushion beneath it was suddenly uncomfortable. He cleared his throat once. Then one more time but louder before muttering a “shit” which you most definitely heard.

However, hearing the glass patio door slide open to your side made you immediately turn the vibration down.

Jason jumped at the sound of his name from his mother behind him, the petite woman chirpily walking along the wooden floor with a tray of soft homemade drinks in hand. A second thicker “shit” rolled off his tongue before he leapt to his feet and into the warm water, spraying the deck with the aftermath of his frantic dive. You only watched him with an amused chuckle before lowering your shades to squint through the harsh sunlight at the older woman.

“Having fun, sweetie?” She singsonged with a wave of her hand as Jason’s head broke the surface.

You propped your chin on a hand, focus turning to him now as your mischievous smile broadened. “Oh, he definitely is.”

He spat out the water, eyes almost rolling all the way to the back of his skull before he swam away from the edge of the pool where you couldn’t catch the furious flush blooming on top of his cheeks. Why did it take you so damn long to realize he was so fun to tease?

Within minutes, Jason’s father has also joined you in the backyard to fire the grill and start the barbecue. Jason was really trapped now. One look at his face and you knew he wasn’t going to come out of the water any time soon. And yet, he didn’t yield. He kept his distance and avoided meeting your eyes as though his life depended on it. You were half tempted to tease him again. Just to gouge a semblance of a reaction out of him.

As his mother told you about some old faded memory, the keen ring of her voice slowly blurred into the background of your mind, giving its place to that one tempting thought. You eyed Jason as he hopped out of the pool and heaved himself on its edge, still refusing to even so much as glance in your direction.

You tapped your finger on the remote, nail picking at the plastic button as you nodded eagerly at the words that you could no longer hear; and staring right into the face of the sweet woman, you pressed the power button again. You could swear you heard a strangled, defeated moan. You hid your rogue smile behind your knuckles, humming melodiously to yourself – a sound which your company only took as an encouragement to carry on.

You heard the rapid pitter-patter of Jason’s feet before you looked up in time to see him hastening towards the patio door.

“Gonna go change.” You barely heard him mumble before he yanked the door back and disappeared inside.

You followed him into the house only a short few minutes later, excusing yourself to the kitchen to bring out more refreshments when you only intended to go after Jason. Still holding onto the remote while it was very much on. You weren’t entirely sure in what state you were going to find him but you knew you have probably broken the poor man if he had to storm off like that.

Once you arrived at his old childhood bedroom, you rapped a rhythmic knock on his door before nudging it open and poking your head inside. There, leaned against the edge of a desk, was Jason with his head hung between his arms. He hadn’t yet changed as he said he was going to, and judging by the trembling of his lips and the choked groans caught in his chest, he hadn’t taken off the thong either.

He jumped once you entered the room, stumbling back into the bed with widened eyes and slackened jaw as if you’d just caught him doing something he shouldn’t have, practically giving himself away.

You threaded your fingers together on your back, nodding animatedly as you stared around the room with feigned interest – the remote, still on, still in your clutch.

Strangely, Jason had never taken down the wooden Jesus on the cross above his bed on the wall – a theme you noticed that has left its mark all over the house when you arrived first this noon. If only his parents knew what their sweet innocent son was truly capable of.

“You need something?” Came Jason’s deep, strained voice; almost as if there was a huge lump in his throat.

“Hmm? Oh, not really. I’m just checking out—” you let your eyes slowly fall to the outline of his very prominent bulge before meeting his eyes again as you bit your lip. “—the view.”

He swallowed thickly. “Alright. Okay. Fuck.” He hissed the curse.

“You wanted to change, right? Go on then,” you grinned. “Get changed.”

He gaped at you, eyes broadening if that were even possible. He pointed weakly at the ground.

“Now? As in ri—right now? Here, now?”

You shrugged with a lopsided smile, inwardly relishing in the simple way he stumbled over his words. “When else?”

“I can’t. You—you’re standing there.” His chest heaved with a sharp gulp of breath, a sound almost like a breathless sob, hand gesturing vaguely at you.

“It won’t be the first time. So, what gives now?”

“Nothing.” He said quickly. “It’s cool. It’s nothing.”

“Mhm, sure.”

Jason fumbled with his hands for a moment, your beaming silent face bearing a finality to the discussion. His shifty eyes flickered over you as his lip quivered, words barely making it through. Finally, with a defeated sigh, he hooked his thumbs behind the waist of his bathing suit and turned away from you to pull it down.

Straightening himself hesitantly back up, he refused to face you. He would’ve been completely bare before you now if it weren’t for the thin, bright strip of lace around his waist and down his ass.

His head shifted and he watched you from the corner of his eye as you drew closer from behind. You wound your arms around him, one palm pressing to his chest, the other twirling the remote tauntingly in his view. You leaned with a kiss against his spine.

Your hand crawled down the span of his tight stomach; feeling the sharp, uneven intakes of air beneath your warm fingertips until you finally reached the waistband of the thong. Slipping a thumb behind it, you pulled it away from his skin before letting it snap back quickly. He flinched – a reaction far too unwarranted for something so minuscule but you knew this was only the toxic brew of his anxiety doing its work.

“You have something to tell me, baby boy?” You taunted. “Why keep this from me? You know I won’t be mad.” You chuckled. Your tone, the sheer mischief in your laugh, were all sure signs of what you truly had at heart.

“Don’t call me that…”

“Don’t call you what? Baby boy?”

“(Y/N), please.”

You grinned. Your response, or rather lack thereof was awfully teasing. He knew fully well he handed out his weakness to you just like that. You didn’t need to put it into words for him to know he was neck deep in bad bad trouble with you now.

“Turn around for me.” You demanded, voice hoarse with desire. “I wanna fucking see you.”

He obeyed, slowly spinning in your embrace to finally face you. Your mouth watered at the sight of him; rosy cheeked and timidly staring down at the ground, Jason looked like one creamy, sinful bite of delight for you to devour. His arms hugged himself loosely under your prying eyes, goosebumps visibly crawling up to his shoulders.

“Now’s the time to tell me why you’ve been stealing my panties.”

He didn’t meet your eyes as his lips turned down into a petulant frown, a small whine of protest slipping through his teeth. Fucking adorable!

“It’s just—” he finally started. “—the lace feels nice on my cock when I move.” His gaze flitted over yours, and noticing your patient silence, it pushed him to carry on. “I didn’t – I didn’t know that…” he trailed off but you knew where he was going to.

“So, you didn’t feel anything different when you put this on? At all?”

That came as less of a question, your lips bearing the slightest hint of a smile despite the discrepant, stern tone of your voice. The flush across his nose was all the answer you needed to widen your smirk.

“My dumb, sweet baby,” you lilted with a breathy chuckle, and with that deepened Jason’s blush as well. “Why are you so fucking horny?”

You stepped into his space and pushed a hand against his chest. He fell on the edge of the bed, his hard cock practically bulging through the thin fabric of the thong now. You raised the remote in the air and turned it off with a showy flick of your wrist, smirking down at the man who put his hands between his thighs and clamped them shut, almost as if to hide from you in the way he shrunk into himself.

Sitting two fingers beneath his chin, you lifted Jason’s head until he met your eyes again. “Do you wanna know what happens to naughty boys like you?”

He swallowed, eyes fluttering lazily once before he gave a small, slow nod of his head. You leaned in, fingers firm on his face. He had to tilt his head back to hold your sharp gaze that seemed to peel him raw beneath it.

“They don’t get the luxury to hear it, obviously.” You finished with a mocking giggle. “But I’ll tell you—” Your voice dipped low and tantalizing, escaping like a deep raspy hum from the back of your throat, “I’m gonna make you fucking cry, sweetheart. You’ll be begging me to give it to you more and more and more. You can forget god right now cos when I’m done with you, you’ll only be screaming my fucking name.”

Jason’s eyes were broad and glossy, bottom lip hanging and trembling with a whimper. You cocked your head, your own lips puckering into a derisive low croon.

“Aw, what’s wrong, baby boy? Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“Don’t – don’t call me that. I’m not – I’m not –”

“Yes, you are sweetheart. Yes, you fucking are.” Your hand slid under his jaw, thumb caressing over the soft slope beneath his ear. “You’re my sweet little boy. Are you saying you’re not mine?”

He shook his head fervently. “No!”

“Good. Now sit still like a good boy till I’m back.”

With a gentle pat to his cheek, you left the room to fetch your bag from the guest bedroom where you were supposed to be sleeping in that same night. You returned with a spring in your step, your arm swinging the bag happily at your side.

Jason watched you silently from the bed, only raising his brows at you inquisitively after you brandished a strange box from the bag. You ripped it open and fisted what was inside – something small and velvety black that he recognized as a buttplug.

You waved it in the air as you made your way back to him, all previous marks of mischief on your face replaced with soft adoration. Your fingers were back under his chin once more, eyes gentle and rich with affection as you smiled down at him.

“I know this is sudden and we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But–” You lifted the toy to his face, dragging its pointed end along the corner of his mouth, catching against his bottom lip as you pulled it down his chin. “—we can try this,” you tapped the ridge of his chin with the toy for indication. “What do you say?”

Jason hooked his lip between his teeth, brows furrowed as he pondered briefly. “Yeah. Okay.” He said softly, nodding his head.

“At any point you wanna stop, we will. Okay?”

You pushed the toy upward, teasing the loose seam of his lips with its soft tip. He took it into his mouth and you pumped it once before pulling it back out. His lips released it soundly before tugging into a smile.

“Okay.”

You kissed him then, holding his face between your warm palms as his arms wove around your waist. It was short and simple and once you leaned away, your eyes were alight again, making him almost moan under the heated weight of your gaze.

You motioned with your head for him to get up and he did, watching you take his place down on the edge of the bed. You patted your thigh, a smirk dancing across your lips as you cocked your head.

“Come to mommy. Let me take good care of you.”

Jason stared wide-eyed at you again, voice catching futilely in his throat. His chest heaved and his breath stuttered, the red burrowing much deeper into his cheeks. You spread your knees a bit, tapping your fingers to your lap again.

“Come on, baby boy.”

Oh, you were never going to get tired of the way his eyes turned so round and sweet when you called him that; chin lowered and brows slightly arched – he looked at you like a guilty puppy. The sight made your heart swell with fondness.

He didn’t object to the pet name this time, following your order only shortly after you spoke it the second time. You leaned back with your arms propped behind you on the bed and watched the man lower himself on all fours across your lap.

He looked lovely like this, soft and obedient – a vast contrast to his usually raw behavior at moments like this. But now, he was all yours to ruin. A present you’ve wanted for so long and now that it was here in your hands, you were going to tear and rip into its pretty, shiny wrapper with your fucking teeth.

You also didn’t miss the not so subtle way he ground himself to your thigh when he pressed his firm bulge against you. You gently swatted at his hip in warning which coaxed a soft gasp through his parted lips. He stopped the movement of his hips instantly after.

“Good boy.” You rasped against his ear and listened, only an instance later, to how fast his breath hiccuped as a response. It was almost criminal to not have found about these weaknesses of his much sooner. “Do you like it when I call you that, too?”

“Yeah,” came his whimper.

You pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear, cupping the opposite side of his face with your fingers as your lips drew along his jawline, leaving warm wet kisses in their wake.

Your other hand glided the buttplug upon the smooth, feverish skin of his back as your open-mouthed kisses trailed back up to his temple. He sucked his lips into his mouth in an attempt to stifle his rogue noises, eyes fluttering shut and chest locking with a knotted breath.

“Open up,” you demanded and Jason’s mouth fell obediently. You slid the toy into his mouth and his lips closed around it. “Suck it for me, baby. Get it all nice and lubed up.”

A muffled moan vibrated against your lips as you kissed his neck, your free hand wandering down the curve of his ass, fingertips teasing the sensitive ring of muscle around his hole. Jason whimpered incoherently, hips twitching aimlessly as you feathered your fingers up and down along the seam of his ass.

Your other hand soon became soaked with his spit – the small bedroom now filled with the wet sucking noises of his mouth and his choked moans as you pried ever so slightly with the pad of a finger into his hole. You were only going to give him a small taste of what was to come.

You finally pulled the toy from his mouth and switched it to your other hand, wrapping your now empty one around his throat as you guided the device down his ass. He gasped, lip rolling back between his teeth in anticipation, chest heaving fast and heavy.

Slowly inching the toy in, Jason sighed deeply, head tilting up and lips parting into a silent moan. You giggled.

“You’re so easy, baby. I haven’t even started with you, yet.”

His head dropped back down again, fringe falling in a few disheveled threads against his forehead. You finally began sliding the toy in and out, deliberately and angled just right to brush over that spot that already managed to pull a loud, delirious moan out of him. The raw sound – one you’ve never heard him make before – made you clench painfully on air and bite back a growl.

“Fuck.” He sobbed.

“Mhm-hmm. That’s right, baby. It feels nice, doesn’t it?” Your lips feathered over his ear, voice swooping into a low, melodious tone, “just you wait till I fill this tight little hole with my big pink cock.”

He stuttered then, tongue unfolding with a question he could barely form into proper words. Your lips cupped around his ear in a gentle kiss, hearing the question in its distorted fashion.

“Guess we both have our own secrets.”

Jason’s hips were restless against your thigh, circling them upon the soft flesh to make up for the torturously slow movement of the buttplug pumping in and out of his ass. You didn’t hold him off this time, the intention spurred by the constant hiccup of curses and moans spilling from his lips.

“You sound so fucking delicious, you know that?” You whispered against his ear, teeth clenched, fingers tightening around his neck.

His answer was a single high-pitched moan. Your fingers dug into his throat, lips pulling back over your teeth as you growled, deep and carnal. Jason panted, rocking himself faster against your thigh until you withdrew your fingers and forced two through his gaping mouth.

He moaned louder around your fingers, the sound almost muffled. Spit began coursing down his chin the longer he sucked on your digits, mouth brimmed whole and lips formed into a pink halo around the length of them. He sputtered incoherently, throat bubbling with a string of broken sobs as he pleaded with his round, watery eyes peering up at the ceiling, brows curled up.

“What is it, baby boy? What do you want? Tell me, sweetheart.”

It was pure torture. For Jason, at least. He was talking. He was telling you what he wanted – what he needed but you were only mocking him. You brushed your tongue over his cheekbone, catching the bead of tear rolling free from the corner of his eye. He hissed and drooled over your hand, the plea humming still in the back of his throat.

You finally pulled your soaked fingers from his mouth. Jason released a slow wavering breath, the tip of his tongue remaining limp over his lip. He began to stammer his want as the toy now began to slip in and out of his hole much faster.

“I – fuck – please. Can’t you just – can’t you just fuck me? I fucking need it. I need it so bad.”

He sounded so defeated already – voice so hoarse and high-pitched, it broke as he stumbled over his words. You cooed, tapping your glistening fingers to his face.

“So bossy.”

“Shit – no! I’m not – I wouldn’t…”

“Oh, but you did, sweetheart. So, you better apologize right now.”

He craned his neck to look at you, words dying on his lips. He looked as though he couldn’t believe what he’s heard, what you were making him do. His throat bobbed; small noises caught on his tongue as he searched for his wit.

You arched a brow at him, face set and determined. The toy continued to move from your fingers down through his hole, pace head spinning. Jason groaned and hung his head, feeling his peak approach numbingly fast.

“Fine. Fine. I’m sorry. You happy now?”

You slowed down all of a sudden, giving a particular harsh thrust to the toy, making it slam suddenly down into his ass. A bold, breathless moan was your immediate response.

“One more time. With less attitude.”

“Fuck. Shitshit! Okay. Okay.” A drawn-out whine punctuated the end of his words. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Jason hissed out a breath, face scrunched up and lip quivering. He was sobbing now, hands gripping tightly at the bedsheets beneath them as he begged over and over “please, please, please”. He almost sounded on the verge of tears – one small nudge away from breaking down right there in your arms. You shushed him, stroking the back of his head as he continued to whimper helplessly.

“Is this too much for you, baby? You wanna cum really bad?”

He didn’t respond immediately, almost as if he didn’t trust the melodic drawl of your voice; the way it danced on your tongue and caressed his ear in such a sickly sweet, encouraging tone. The secrets you’d mentioned only minutes ago twirled ominously in his mind. What promise did you have in store for him? What other trick up your sleeve?

Nevertheless, his want for release proved far stronger than his will. The trembling of his body and the words on his lips were enough evidence of it. He moaned his response – a shapeless, desperate sound of agreement. Then came the pleas he was no longer a stranger to in the past few minutes he spent spread across your lap.

“I need it. Please. Give it to me. I fucking need it.”

You stopped all movement then, drawing a pathetic moan from his lips. You pulled out the buttplug carefully, using three fingers to pat against his hip to cue him to get up. He followed the silent order hesitantly, lips curved down into a disappointed moue as he stood just within reach for an easy grab of his body – in case you changed your mind.

Surely then, you were stretching a hand out to his waist mere instances later, only after having pulled your bag closer to your legs to sort through for the next item you had brought with you. Slipping your fingers behind the strap of the thong, you finally fished out the strap-on from the messy heap of clothes.

“You don’t need this anymore, sweetheart.”

Jason wasted no more time to rid himself of the brightly hued article. He was ready to jump at the next order, standing with his flushed, leaking cock leveled with your neck. Mmm, so eager, you thought to yourself, lips pulling into an impish smirk. You let a hand up along his thigh, fingers soaking in his warmth as you pressed indents into his skin.

“My pretty boy,” you smiled up at him, hand tugging him gently forward. He caught your shoulders for balance, his messy fringe casting a soft shadow over his shy, twinkling eyes. You tilted your head, smile broadening as his lips reflected the upturn of yours, albeit much more timidly. “You’re my pretty boy, right?” He nodded wordlessly. “Say it.”

“Fuck, (Y/N)—”

“Wrong, baby.”

He sighed, nails teasing the hem of your collar as he peered up at you from beneath his lashes, biting the corner of his lip. It was taking everything in you to not make an absolute mess of him right then and there.

“I wanna hear you say it,” your voice grew in pitch, lips puckered around the words as you spoke again, eyes growing round with feigned innocence, “please? I really, really do.”

Jason shook his head, face pale with incredulity. His chest rose and fell heavily. “I’m your pretty boy,” he said hesitantly, lip turning white under his gnashing teeth.

A flickering glance at your face and he immediately knew you weren’t yet satisfied. A small whine of protest rumbled deep in his throat as you patted his thigh fondly.

“Come on.” You singsonged.

“I’m your pretty boy.”

“Yes, you fucking are.”

You were on your feet then, urging Jason to lie down on his back on the bed. You pushed his knees apart, reaching with another hand in your bag for the bottle of lube before you began to strip; slowly enough to let Jason’s eyes drink in every inch of skin that freed from the confines of fabric – a mouthwatering sight that made him sit up and reach immediately for your now bare waist.

He pressed a kiss beneath your sternum, humming contently against the warm skin before looking up, lips still connected with your body. “God, you’re so sexy. I swear, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me."

You smirked. “Stop talking.”

Pushing two fingers to his forehead, you forced him back down. He grinned as he let himself fall and bounce weakly on the mattress, the glowing cockiness back on his features at long last. Oh, how you were going to fuck that smugness right off his face!

You finally donned the strap-on – a delicate show of power for Jason who laid watching you with awestruck eyes. His fingers flexed at his sides as if air was you, beckoning you upon himself without truly realizing. His dark eyes took you in with unsatiated want, pulling apart everything he hadn’t seen until today, everything you hadn’t shown.

He was right about one thing though; you were going to be the absolute death of him.

The length of your bright pink cock glistened with the lubricant, one of your hands drawing along the rubber erection to spread the liquid and make soft wet noises. Looking up for an instance, you noticed Jason’s eyes pinned to the movement of your hand, cheeks burning red. You smiled sweetly, leaning closer into the space between his thighs, one hand secured around the cock and leveling it with his entrance.

Jason gasped as the firm tip nudged into his hole, body growing visibly tense. You inched away and rest your palms reassuringly on his hips.

“Need a minute, sweetheart?”

His nod of agreement came quickly. You sunk to your knees to assist him in calming down, head now caged by the thick flesh of his thighs on either side. Your arms wound around one, holding it firmly in place before you began a spiral of kisses along his inner thigh. A deep sigh fled him and you felt him slowly loosen up against you, his body melting down onto the sheets.

His hips shifted restlessly the longer your warm mouth remained between them, his fingers hovering just barely by your face, their tips flicking at air and holding off from grabbing onto your hair instead. You continued peppering him with wet kisses, mouth just a few breaths shy of claiming his cock.

When his breathing turned sharper and his body began to twitch, you raised your head with a smile to ask him if he was okay to begin. He gasped a quick “yes, fuck, yes” before you were lifting yourself from your knees and pushing your hips and your strap-on into him – a small warning thrust to test the waters.

Jason’s legs almost huddled your frame as they pulled slightly around your shoulders, his head rising to watch you hold the length of the strap-on and pry gently into his hole. He dropped his head back against the mattress to moan when you were finally buried completely inside him. His palms flew out to grip at your shoulders.

“Oh, my—fffuck!” He mumbled into the air, eyes rolling back into his head, mouth remaining agape.

You started a slow rhythm; carefully sliding out, leaving just the tip in, then sinking back inside him to the hilt. Jason whined, his fingers digging into the curve of your shoulders, drawing a groan from the back of your throat.

“Good boy,” you growled. “Taking me so fucking well. You like how I stuff you full like this, don’t you?”

“Fucking shi—yeah! Fuck, yeah!”

“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Touch yourself for me. Come on, baby boy.”

One of his hands fell upon demand to take firm hold of his cock, hips jerking against yours now as your speed picked up. He drew fast, quick strokes, immediately sinking into the amplified pleasure – moans increased and breaths turned sharp and uneven, occasionally cutting himself off with a low whimper.

More pre-cum began streaming down his cock, hand becoming fervent around his length as so did your thrusts. Your hands took fistfuls of his thighs, kneading the soft flesh between your fingers as you clenched your jaw and watched him with a cutting look glimmering in your eyes.

“Look at me.” You said through teeth.

But Jason could barely hold your gaze, back arching off of the bed as the rest of his body writhed. You slapped a hand to his thigh, coaxing a breathless whimper from his lips. His chin dipped to finally meet your eyes, his own lidded and glossy with unshed tears.

“I – I – shit – I’m close. I’m so fucking close.” He said hurriedly, voice coarse and broken on every word. “Fuckfuckfuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

You grunted. “No, you fucking won’t!”

“Please, no. I wanna – I wanna cum,” he sobbed, chest hitching with the pathetic sound. “I want it so fucking bad. Please, baby, please.”

A mischievous grin tugged at your lips. You tilted your head to admire the gorgeous mess you’ve made of the usually cocky man – so defeated and helpless under you; and the wet streaks trailing down his temples did little to kindle your mercy. If anything, the look on his face and the pleas on his lips made you groan with desire, face bearing the look of a ravenous wolf; brows furrowed deep and lips pulled into a snarl, beads of sweat rolling down the side of your face.

Jason almost came on spot upon seeing that foreign, dangerous light in your eyes – that new yet very much welcome look of hunger that consumed your features and soon after, your movements. He moaned louder for you, lips failing to word his want anymore. His orgasm was adamant with how fast and rough you were pounding into him.

Your hips continued to snap against his even as his body quivered with his climax. A cry tore from his throat which he quickly muffled into his palm. His other hand pushed at your shoulder as he squirmed, whimpering for you to slow down.

You heeded, halting your movement before pulling carefully out of him. Jason’s shoulders sunk with a deep, content sigh; arms falling limp at his sides as he swallowed calming gulps of air. Your silence, though disturbed him. His eyes warily locked with yours as he bit his lip, dreading the next words out of your mouth.

“Did I say you could cum, yet?” Your tone was dark and menacing, eyes narrowed into slits beneath your knitted brows. “Did I?”

“No.” He choked out. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold it. I tried, I really did.”

“Well, sweetheart, it looks like you didn’t try hard enough.”

“What are you gonna do? Please — please be gentle.”

Your heart soared at the way he spoke the words, so broken and helpless. You cocked your head, a shadow of a smile on your lips, a devilish thought crossing your mind.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” You rasped.

The look of mischief was pure evident on your face and that didn’t ease the already swelling panic in Jason’s chest. His lips fluttered, any word he intended to speak withered right on the tip of his tongue. Nothing but indefinite noises caught in his throat as you slowly unclasped the strap-on and let it thud to the floor before climbing over on top of him.

Your face hovered close to his. Jason, naively believing you were going to kiss him, lifted his chin with a small gap between his lips to press them to yours. He followed you futilely as you brushed past him, whining his protest, watching your face disappear above his head and instead, have your weeping cunt replace it.

You could feel his warm gasps ghosting over your slick, raising goosebumps along your spine as you leaned your palms on the bed to support your weight better. Jason’s hands, almost instinctively, curled around your hips but made no more movement to pull you down onto him. So, you did the work for him as he began to speak again.

“What do you – hmph! Ah, fuck, baby!”

His fingers dug into your skin; face now buried deep into your pussy. A loud, breathless moan escaped him – the sound striking hot against you. His tongue made haste to dart through his lips to your sopping ones, fluttering rapidly over and between your folds.

You crumpled the bedsheets in your fists, head falling between your arms as you swallowed back a moan. Jason pulled you tighter against his face, his mouth now finding your clit. Your lips turned round and a whine finally freed itself. The sound only spurred him on; moaning into you and moving his tongue in rapid strokes.

Your core gripped with need, the heat coiling like a serpent waiting in ambush. You rolled your hips, meeting Jason’s mouth with your pussy, making yourself groan heatedly. The stifling pressure on his face didn’t stop him from going on a delirious tangent.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Grind on my face. I want you to cum. I want you to cum for me so fucking hard, baby. Fucking use me.”

He was unrelenting, mouth not once stopping on your pussy, bringing you that much closer to your peak. Your legs were shaking with pleasure, knees light and barely managing to hold up your weight. If it weren’t for Jason’s strong arms, you would’ve simply collapsed.

Your breaths were fast and erratic now, the insistent ticklish warmth pooling into a storm of heat within your core. You pawed at the sheets, a high-pitched moan gripping your throat as the spiral of pleasure turned loose and all consuming, coursing like numbing hot electricity through your body.

Jason worked you through your orgasm, his tongue flat and lapping slowly against your clit. After a few calming breaths, you finally lifted yourself and moved down along his body, straddling his waist between your still trembling thighs. You smiled lazily down at him – at his wet, flushed face, his lidded eyes and dazed grin. Somehow, he managed to look even prettier all fucked out like this.

“What’re you thinking?” He asked, voice low and hoarse.

You bit your lip. “I’m thinking how fucking pretty you look right now. I could seriously go for another round.”

His eyes blew wide.

“Babe, please—”

“I’m kidding,” you giggled. “For now.”

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You had yet to get used to a home without Jason in it. It had only been a short few weeks after all since he moved out. Your living room was free of all the previous marks of him – signs that said he had once shared this space with you.

When you walked through the small hall, the contrast to when Jason used to simply fill your apartment with his warmth was debilitating to the quiet, emptiness it now held.

You glimpsed the clock above the fireplace mantle as you skimmed past the living room to the tiny kitchen, letting your bag slide from the nook of your arm to the floor with a dull thud. You had to come home from work earlier than usual to wait for Jason’s friend who was stopping by later to pick up some of his belongings he hadn’t yet moved out.

Everything he had left was now sitting inside trash bags leaning to the same bed you used to share with him. You didn’t need to do that but the quicker you could get rid of them, the sooner you could put down that weight on your shoulders and finally move on with the rest of your life. Besides, having to see those few remaining things taking up the space they did felt like thorn in your eyes.

More so pained you those few clothes still hanging in the wardrobe next to yours – the same ones that made the entire cupboard smell like his fucking cologne. You just couldn’t catch a break from it. From him.You needed him completely out of your life.

You plopped lazily down on the couch, your once pristinely ironed clothes rippled in wrinkles over your worn, sprawled out body. You wanted nothing more for this evening to be already over and so, the startling chime of the doorbell couldn’t have come at a better time.

“Finally…” You muttered to yourself, running your fingers along your temples over the budding headache beneath them as you stood to get the door.

Three curt knocks rapped on the chestnut oak, urging you faster towards it before you finally yanked it open. You froze at the sight, goosebumps creeping along the back of your neck. Head lolling around irritatedly, you heaved a sharp sigh.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Jason raised a hand to offer a lazy wave, a pursed smile tugging his lips. If he had heard the irate words off your tongue, he made no attempt to show it. You leaned into the doorframe, pulling the door to your neck until you were only half visible through the crack.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“To pick up my stuff. What else?”

His tone was strained, almost spitting with the way the syllables rushed through his teeth. You scoffed and stepped aside, motioning churlishly for him to enter. Jason’s jaw visibly clenched, lips twisting into an ugly line as if he meant to hiss at you but decided against it.

He walked in, wasting no time to make it straight for the bedroom. A gesture which didn’t fail to stoke the fury already rising in your chest. You blew out your cheeks, reminding yourself that he wanted to leave just as much as you wanted him to.

Jason’s foot froze over the threshold of the painfully familiar room. The memories turned into a lump in his throat as his eyes only dared fleet over the walls, barely taking in the space that no longer belonged to the both of you. The wound was still fresh; and standing there with one hand braced against the doorframe, it felt like picking at it with nails.

It was only the unsightly, out of place look of the black plastic bags that finally managed to return his sense of the moment.

“What…” He breathed out, face contorting into a scowl as he peeked inside a bag. These were his. “You’re fucking with me—”

He swallowed back the rest of his words as you stepped in, leaning against the doorframe with your arms folded across your chest, eyes heavy on his back. He tried to bite his tongue. He really did. But the crinkling of the bag as he picked up one grated his nerves even more.

“You really had to do this?”

He looked up in time to see you give a lazy shrug and avert your gaze.

“You put my shit in these fucking trash bags!”

Your eyes snapped back to him with a glare. “Oh, were you expecting a royalty treatment?”

“We were together for years. You could have some fucking courtesy.”

“Courtesy, my ass.” You pushed back to your feet and hurried out of his sight, your disembodied voice trailing behind you, “should’ve thought about that before tossing it all out.”

Jason rose back to his feet and followed you out to the living room.

“What’s your fucking problem? We talked about this.”

You spun sharply to pin him with a heated stare.

“God, you’re such an idiot. You think I’m just gonna forget everything just cos we talked about it? Does that fix throwing away years of a relationship?”

He remained silent, watching you rile yourself higher and higher.

“How do you think it makes me feel seeing your face weeks after we broke up? It was over. Yeah. It was supposed to be. So, why are you here when you said you’ll have a friend pick up your stuff?”

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he said softly. “I just came to see you before I leave this weekend.”

You blinked back the hot sting of tears threatening to spill. “Yet, you didn’t even ask if I wanted to see you.”

You did. You very much did. You could pretend to have grown leaden and cold during this short span of time in front of him. But you couldn’t lie to yourself. You missed him so fucking much it gripped your chest with a whipping ache.

Jason walked closer to you; arms held out as if not to startle a fawn stranded from its mother.

“I want us to leave on good terms—”

You crossed your arms over your chest, closing yourself off from him – from his strong arms that you wished more than anything to drown yourself in before you interrupted him.

“We’re way past that point now.”

“(Y/N), don’t say that…”

You jerked a finger at his chest, brows drawn close and eyes glimmering with a fierce look. “Don’t you give me that fucking bullshit, Jason. You know what you did—”

It was his turn now to interrupt you.

“What the fuck did I do? Why don’t you fucking tell me so I know what’s got you so damn angry with me!”

A bitter laugh bubbled in your laugh. “Oh, my fucking god! How can you be so goddamn clueless? You’re leaving – fucking leaving. You didn’t even ask me what I felt about all this before you made that stupid decision to move away. Am I supposed to just take it? As much as I wanna be a supportive girlfriend right now, you’re making it so damn hard to even look you in the face without – without – FUCK!”

You threw your hands frustratedly in the air before turning away from him, pinching the bridge of your nose as you drew short, uneven breaths. Your words; however, seemed to have struck a chord within Jason for mere seconds later, it was him raising his voice at you.

“You think I like how this went down? I wanted this to work between us but you only care about yourself and your stupid job. It’s all you, you, you! There was no place for me here. So, why would I – fucking hell, (Y/N)! You wouldn’t want to move with me regardless. So, what was even the point of bringing it up?”

You gaped, scoffing an incredulous laugh as you shook your head, turning back around to face him. “So, now I’m the selfish one here? Jesus, Jason, you didn’t even fucking talk to me before taking that damn promotion. You just assumed I didn’t want to move.”

“You saying if I told you, you’d come with me?”

“That’s not the fucking point—”

“No, it damn well is. I wanna know where I stand with you right now. What’s your fucking deal with me?”

Your lips fluttered silently, mind failing to come up with any more responses. You threw a hand up towards the bedroom in a poor attempt to deflect.

“Jason, just grab your shit and go.”

“Fucking tell me,” He persisted; voice sharp, eyes alight.

He invaded your space, his chest almost coming to brush yours. His face distorted into a scowl, nose flaring and flushed red. His warmth was tempting, welcoming. You hadn’t forgotten how much you missed being this close to him but now, standing in this proximity with his body, you were whelmed with the need to touch him again. And as he continued to pummel you with his questions, you acted before you could hold yourself from it.

You grabbed his throat – and it must’ve been the sheer unexpectedness of your behavior catching him off guard for how easily you managed to shift Jason from his feet and shove him against the wall before your lips found his roughly, swallowing the rest of his words through the kiss.

“We can’t just—we need to talk—” He managed to say in between fervent kisses.

You caught his wrist as he lifted his hand to your shoulder and pinned it by his head on the wall, fingers immediately threading together. Your hips rolled firmly against his, drawing a breathless moan from his lips, “mhm, fuck!”

“You fucking son of a bitch!”

His only response to your growl was a heated groan of his own vibrating against your mouth. As your lips trailed down the column of his neck, your hand fell to palm him on top of his jeans, the other one tightening its grip on the wall.

Jason’s lips faltered upon yours as your palm cupped gently around his still sheathed cock, a sharp sigh flitting through his mouth.

“You’re mine tonight. Is that clear?”

“Yes – fuck – I’m yours. I’m all fucking yours, baby.”

Your teeth scraped along the length of his neck, tongue claiming the skin in small gentle strokes. You tightened your grip on Jason’s cock for a fraction of an instance and the brief boost of sensation made him arch his back, his lips parting to free a loud moan. You smirked into his neck, teeth hooking into the skin playfully, coaxing a sharp gasp from his throat.

“I’m gonna leave you something to remember me by when you’re gone,” you rasped beneath his ear, breath hot upon his ear, and you felt him shudder against you. “You don’t mind a little bite, right?”

“Shit, (Y/N)—” His unfinished objection waned into a hiss as your teeth clamped harshly on his skin. “Everyone will fucking see…”

You hummed teasingly; lips full with his warm flesh as your tongue sucked it greedily between your teeth. A short cry caught in his throat, head falling back to the wall, body writhing against you.

“Not so hard. Not so hard. You’re gonna leave a fucking mark.”

You only giggled, your hand on his cock now moving up and down in slow, torturous strokes. He sobbed a helpless moan, the broken sound then immediately ebbing into a frustrated growl. His free hand gripped your shoulder, fingers digging into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, you play dirty. I’m gonna get you back for this. You bitch—”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll gag you.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try.”

You didn’t see it coming, barely able to decipher the feral glint in his eyes before your back was thudding the wall. Air audibly fled your throat, eyes widening with shock. Your one hand woven with Jason’s was now locked by the side of your head on the wall.

A low grunt rumbled in your chest, lips pulling back over your clenched teeth. Your narrowed eyes burned with intensity, locked onto Jason’s with silent defiance. He grinned; his feverish body pressing impatiently into yours.

“What’s wrong, spitfire?” He rasped. “Not gonna give me an attitude anymore?” His nose found the slope beneath your ear, throat gripping with a low guttural hum. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you fucking scream for me when I split you open on my cock. Now get on your knees.”

You snarled, standing firm in your spot as Jason stepped back with a hand on his belt buckle. His face soon reflected the angry contortion upon yours; the expression, more than anything, spurred by your stubbornness.

“I said get on your fucking knees.” He roared, teeth gritted and eyes glimmering dangerously. You finally obeyed, sinking slowly to the ground as Jason unclasped his belt. His voice ebbed and his tone grew melodious. Sitting his fingers under your chin, he jerked your head up to meet his eyes. “Good girl.”

His jeans slid down his legs then, revealing his boxers and his hard bulge practically poking through the wet spot on the fabric. You hooked your fingers behind the waist of his underwear and tugged it down. Jason groaned as his cock freed from the confines, head lolling back for the air to swallow the satisfied noise.

Your mouth salivated at the sight of his cock; throbbing red in his fist, glistening with precum. His palm drew slowly along his length, inching himself closer with a taunting smirk, teasing the loose seam of your lips with his flushed tip.

“Open up that pretty mouth. You know what to do, baby.”

You let your mouth fall open and your tongue worm out beneath the head of his cock, sucking it between your lips. Jason’s throat erupted with a deep sigh, the breath then knotting into a satisfied groan.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

You slowly swallowed his length, inch by thick inch, until your mouth was brimmed full and your throat constricted dryly. You moaned helplessly around him; hand circling around where couldn’t fit into your mouth, jaw already working up a dull ache.

Jason’s hand sunk within the crown of your hair, pushing your face impatiently to sink farther up his cock. Tears stung the corner of your vision as his tip prodded at the back of your throat.

“I know you can do better than that,” he sneered down at you. “Now show Daddy what you—” He cut himself off with a high-pitched gasp as you suddenly began gliding your mouth up and down along his cock. Just mildly out of spite.

His fingers curled tighter on your roots, tugging them and making your scalp pinch with pain. You winced and grumbled, already beginning to drool around his thick length. He grunted, legs trembling as he fought against the temptation to buck his hips into your face.

“Fuck – that’s it. Suck my cock like the dirty little slut you are.” A deep, muffled moan resounded in your throat and Jason chuckled darkly. “Oh, you like it when I call you a dirty little slut, don’t you? That’s right, baby. This is where you belong – on your fucking knees, that’s where—” He cut himself off yet again with another loud moan as you, without a warning, picked up your pace.

The rough, throaty vibration of Jason’s growls soon waned into soft, high whines. His fingers flexed in your hair, nails digging into your skin. Too much. It was too much for him. His climax rose like a high tide, a blinding ripple of all consuming heat threatening to take hold.

“Slow down. Slow down. You’re gonna make me fucking cum!” His voice was shrill and breathless, tone urgent. “Stopstopstop!”

You were going so fast, he had to yank your hair back to stop you from making him cum too quickly. His cock freed from your mouth with a wet pop, bobbing heavily and glistening with spit in front of your face. Your lips twisted into a wolfish grin; chin smeared with slick and irises shrunk into a pair of thin rings around your blown pupils. It was almost hard to tell at this point who really had the power.

“Up with you,” Jason demanded, two fingers beckoning for punctuation.

Your lips were upon his as soon as you were back on your feet, allowing no more time for him to toss you his next order. Your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt, feet walking him blindly towards the bedroom.

It took you minutes to finally reach your bed, each of you having been fighting for an ounce of dominance throughout the short way to the bedroom; repeatedly pushing the other up against the wall of your crammed hallway to kiss and snap at each other – fingers practically ripping off each article of clothing, nails and teeth assaulting every bare surface of skin; until you were both already panting once you managed to shove Jason down to his back on the bed.

You quickly straddled his waist, hands pinning his wrists by the sides of his head that were trying so damn hard to roll you over and take the control for himself. He squirmed under you, lips pulled back in a snarl, teeth clenched tight.  

“You think I can’t push you over?”

Your grip tightened on his wrists, a challenging smirk flashing across your face. “Go ahead then.”

He struggled briefly, panting obscenities as sweat dampened his temples. He jerked his wrists in vain within your iron grip, growing more flustered the longer you stared him down with that glint of mischief in your eyes.

“Fuck! When did you get so strong?”

You didn’t respond, instead you leered down at him in oppressing quiet, eyes cast in the shadow of your disheveled fringe. Jason, for once, couldn’t read the lurking thoughts behind your unnerving stare. And the weight of your gaze made his skin crawl. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

Your mouth lowered upon his throat, warm lips beginning to press heated kisses up to his jawline. His sharp, quivery breaths fled him in erratic sighs as your hips rolled expertly on his still very hard, very needy cock.

“What’s wrong, spitfire?” You taunted. “I thought you had more fight in you. Giving up already?”

Jason only whimpered, back arching slightly off of the bed to meet your chest with his. You giggled and his breath audibly hitched in his throat, body twitching underneath yours. You cooed at him mockingly, letting your teeth draw teasingly along the length of his neck. You claimed a gentle bite of his skin into your mouth.

“No – shit – not again. You – you already did that–”

He gasped when you your teeth sunk into his flesh. He writhed again, his gaping mouth full with a broken cry as your tongue sucked harshly, teeth abusing his skin. Curses fell off his tongue, throat tight with a string of helpless sobs.

You ventured farther down the span of his chest, scattering your marks on every inch of skin your teeth could latch onto. When Jason’s hand dared move to your hair, you lifted your head with a glare.

“Hands off, sweetheart.” You growled, the pet name falling flat on the stern tone of your voice. “You’ll only get to touch me when I say you can.”

He grumbled, returning his arm over his head. You smirked at how easily he obeyed before continuing your way down his body; kissing over the uneven rise and fall of his tight stomach as he drew keen, shallow breaths.   

Your lips moved torturously on his thigh, so close to where he wanted you and yet, no matter how restlessly his hips twitched and jerked, you blatantly ignored his silent plea for you to take him into your mouth again. But you remained close, deliberately only claiming the skin of his thighs and nothing more. Jason’s pathetic moans grew louder the longer you toyed with him.

“Why aren’t you fucking touching me?” He groaned, defeated.

“Maybe if you beg me, I might.”

He scoffed. “You should be begging me to fuck you! You—you should be fucking crying cos you miss my cock so—”

You slapped his thigh in warning and he yelped, body visibly tensing up. You lifted yourself, just slightly, to let your soaked pussy hover over his thigh before sitting yourself down with a content sigh.

Jason’s eyes darted to yours, lip rolling back between his teeth. You knew this was torturous for him; to watch you get yourself off on him without using his cock. His brows curled up as you began sliding yourself along his thigh, eyeing your head fall back and your mouth moan freely into the air.

You were soon speeding up; and the warm quick strokes of your sopping cunt making those soft wet noises on his skin made a needy heat flare up in the pit of his stomach. He could see how fucking wet you were, your swollen clit rubbing against him so damn temptingly. Back and forth. Back and forth.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t bear seeing you use him without satisfying him as well. He groaned, his hand finding his cock the next instance, making up for your cruel ungiving touch all on his own.

You let him build himself up – enough until he was whimpering and shaking, and his cock oozed with the thin trail of his precum. The pale stream smeared down on his stomach, making the smooth skin glisten underneath the fluorescent light.

Sure enough, very soon afterwards, he was ready to be swept under the burning wave of his climax; that was when you ordered for him to stop and much to your surprise, he did.

“No, no, no!” He cried out, body collapsing into a frustratingly diminished pleasure. “Shit, why did you do that? Why — you fucking ruined it.”

Thick ropes of cum gushed down his length. Jason’s eyes found yours at last, mouth still open and taking in gasps of air, cock as hard as you first began. The next words out of your mouth quickly betrayed the soft smile on your face.  

“Eat it—” Jason’s brows drew close in confusion. “Eat your fucking cum like a good boy.”

Inhibition low and rationale buried beneath arousal, it took him no longer than a few seconds to smudge his fingers in the small pool of warm seed on his stomach and take them to his mouth. You watched him with a smirk as he sucked on his digits and moaned – actually fucking moaned.

“You like tasting yourself, don’t you? You filthy slut.”

He moaned louder at your gibe, broadening your smirk. That was when you clicked your tongue and stopped your movements as well.

“Did I even say you could touch yourself?”

The question was sobering for him. His fingers flew right out of his mouth. He stared at you, wide-eyed and jaw hanging in incredulity. He stumbled over his words before managing a proper string of sentence out.

“Fucking hell, (Y/N).” He sobbed.

“Roll over.”

He blanched, a small noise of shock catching in his throat. You slapped his thigh and he flinched.

“I said roll over.”

He followed the order this time, moving slowly and hesitantly over on his stomach. He gritted his teeth when he heard you demand “on your hands and knees” over his shoulder; and begrudgingly, he obeyed.

Facing the headboard now, he couldn’t see you anymore. But he could feel your warmth creep over his skin as you stood just within reach behind him, fingers dancing like silk ribbons on the small of his back. Then, without any warnings and quickly, your palm landed on his ass with a harsh blow.

Jason howled before he could hold himself from it. He bit his lip, legs already trembling under his weight. A hysterical laughter bubbled up his throat despite the fresh spiral of yearning heat coiling tightly in his stomach.

“Oh, you’re fucking adorable. You think you can break me like this? I’m not gonna beg you. I’d never—”

You struck him again and he groaned, head falling between his arms, tongue unrolling with a thick curse. There came another blow; then again and again until you could hear his low pathetic whimpers.

You moved up towards the headboard and buried your fingers in his hair, yanking his head up. He winced, glossy eyes piercing the ceiling. The swell of his throat, revealed to your eyes like that; so vulnerable and flecked completely in your bite marks was a mouthwatering sight.

“You have a lot of fucking nerve, Jason,” you spat. “You come in to my house and tell me to give you what you want. You needy little whore.”

“And yet, you didn’t stop me either.” He said through teeth.

“You’re gonna fucking wish I did.”

Something you had failed to calculate was how fucking close you were for him to just grab and throw. As you berated him in his ear, Jason stole the opportunity to seize your arm and push you down beneath him. He took your thrashing arms as you tried and failed to free yourself, a shit-eating grin splitting his face open.

“Careful little doe. You don’t want the big bad wolf to eat you up now, do you?”

“I’ll fucking show you—”

He shushed you, his warm lips hovering titillatingly close to yours. “You’re in my trap now, sweetheart. So, I’d watch my mouth if I were you.”

Jason didn’t waste the time to capture your delicate skin against his harsh bites, traversing the length of your body to kiss, suck and tease you mercilessly. He chuckled against your mound as you whimpered, your body practically vibrating with anticipation of his mouth.

He cooed tauntingly. “You want my mouth on your pretty pussy, don’t you, baby? Too bad. You gotta ask for it first. I know you can do it. Just open up that cute little mouth and beg me for it like a good fucking girl.”

You were too stubborn and in too deep to look this cocky motherfucker between the eye and even ask for such a thing. On the other hand, your pride was on the line. There was simply no way you were going to be nice about it. You were going to take what you wanted.

As Jason watched you with lidded mischievous eyes, lips coyly kissing just above your clit. You raised your fingers and grabbed a fistful of his hair before pushing his face down onto your pussy. He moaned into you, his tongue instantly finding your flushed bud without any objection.

“You dirty fucking cheat,” he growled, voice muffled and broken up from the rapid flutter of his tongue. “I’m getting you back for this.”

Your fingers coiled tighter, making him groan. “Shut the fuck up, Jason. Just shut the fuck up.”

Jason’s mouth moved relentlessly on you, tongue lapping so quickly your vision specked with flickering white spots, your head growing as light as air. It was almost as if he was doing this to spite you, to end up ruining your orgasm for you just as you did for him.

You tugged at his hair and pulled his mouth off of you, your lips pulling into an ugly, angry line. If the lazy grin on his face was anything to go by, you knew immediately that was his plan all along.

He lifted himself on his knees, one hand wrapping around his still hard cock to level it with your entrance, the other forcing your knees farther apart. His tip pried between your folds not a moment later; burrowing deep into you with one swift pump. He moaned heartily at the tight warm embrace of your walls around his cock.

“Mmm, yes, I missed this pussy so fucking much.”

Your legs wove around his waist as he finally began to move, arms locked around his neck to bring him closer to yourself and have your nails drag along his back vexedly. His face buried into the crook of your neck, teeth resuming their previous harsh exertion upon your skin.

His pace was already head spinning, hips snapping so rapidly against yours, the sound of skin on skin drowned out the wet noises of his cock plowing into you. He whelmed your ears with his breathless moans and clumsy kisses, fingers gripping your waist so tightly; come morning, you knew it was bound to hurt where they were pressing indents into your skin right now.

Somewhere, in the midst of the frantic heat, a small change of angle or something happened and Jason began thrusting up against that soft sweet spot that made you arch your back with a loud moan, nails digging crescents into his spine. Jason growled against your ear.

“That’s it. Arch your back for me, baby. Good girl. You wanna cum? Yeah? You wanna cum for Daddy?”

You couldn’t remember when this whole thing turned into a competition of who shouldn’t cum first. But now, that question sounded more taunting than encouraging, and you began fighting that certain rise of pleasure spurred by the mere fact that Jason was adamant to get you off solely on his cock alone.

You unlatched your arms to push at his chest in an attempt to put distance between your bodies. Jason’s head shot up. His widened eyes came before your determined ones as he immediately stopped all movement.

“You wanna stop—”

You used the leverage of his shock to grab his shoulder and shove him farther back and away from you, lifting a leg over his hip to force him down on the bed where you laid only an instance ago.

“Motherfucker…” He muttered begrudgingly, bouncing gently on the mattress beneath you.

The second you sunk down on his cock, he pushed his head back onto the bed to moan, his fingers returning upon your waist to hold tightly onto you like a lifeline. You were going to make him break first. This was the win you needed to your name for tonight.

However, Jason caught onto your intention quickly, the needy contortion of his face turning more defiant. He let one hand down to toy with your clit, and you quickly fell under the spell of the pleasure before you could slap his rogue hand away. The wanton, knowing grin on his face was frustrating to take in. You sneered.

“You won’t look so fucking smug when I make a mess out of you.”

“Not if I make you cum first, sweetheart.”

You groaned, speeding up your movements as you felt your climax building up within your core once more. And judging by the distorted look on Jason’s face and the fervent rubbing of his fingers on your pussy, he was getting close as well.

He began to writhe; as if the futile movement could prevent the inevitable. As if that could slow you down. He simply stood no chance against you now; every roll of his hips underneath yours only pushed him closer and closer to propelling over the edge. Not even pushing his palms at your waist eased the blinding hot tension building up in his stomach.

“It’s my – fuck – my turn on top. Roll over – no, shit – roll over – let me back up. Fuck!”

But his words fell on unheeding ears and you continued to bounce frantically on his cock, sweat dewing your lashes and stinging your eyes.

Jason arched his back again, lips parting for one final defeated moan as he came undone, filling your walls with warm streaks of his cum. He sobbed as his body melted down on the sheets, holding onto your hips which hadn’t even for one second faltered to move rapidly upon his, your yearning cunt still clinging onto his spent cock.

“Just – mhmy god – just hurry up and cum already.”

His disinterested words failed to match the eager return of his fingers to your clit, rubbing tight quick circles over it which coaxed your orgasm through mere seconds later. Your core gripped with the release as did your throat with a thunderous moan. Jason whimpered beneath you, overstimulated and worn.

You grinned dazedly down at him, breaths slowly calming down, thighs still trembling around Jason’s waist. His thumbs caressed soothingly over your hips, eyes searching you for… something.

“You never said if you’d come with me,” he started quietly, almost as if he wasn’t certain he should bring this up now.

You rolled your eyes though a fond smile lingered on your lips. “Jason, I can’t just drop everything and move. My life is here.”

“Will you – will you at least think about it?”

You gave a one shoulder shrug, shaking your head slowly. A crooked smile quirked the corner of his mouth.

“That’s enough for me.”

You heaved a sigh, eyes finding the trash bags still by the foot of the bed. A small chuckle surfaced up your throat. Waving a hand towards them, your focus returned to Jason.

“Sorry about that. I was just upset.”

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen—” He caught himself before he could finish his sentence, a wistful smile replacing the boyish smirk before it. “Shit. Guess there won’t be a second time now, will it?”

A choking knot tied in your throat, eyes growing heavy with warm tears. You blinked the sting back and instead, forced all your focus on getting off of Jason and the bed.

He stood after you, his eyes suddenly catching his reflection in your vanity mirror. You hadn’t left one inch of skin free of your bites. The marks trailed all the way down to his sternum – glaring, purple marks that made his heart soar. It was as though you had claimed your territory on him. And he knew if he turned to look at his back, he would see the handiwork your nails had left there as well.

He pondered for no longer than a minute and he knew he wasn’t ready to not have you in his life anymore. Looking back at your retreating form as you disappeared into the small hallway of your apartment, he knew he needed to at least shoot his shot.

“(Y/N), what do you think we make this thing long distance?”

He hurried outside to find you already in the living room, sliding your arms through your shirt. Once your face appeared again, you gave a generous roll of your eyes though the broad smile on your lips betrayed the faux annoyance.

“You’re fucking nuts, Jason. Fine. We’ll do that.”

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This Fourth of July starts for them just like most others do. No alarm set, no work. Thank God.

While Jason knows he can’t get out of bed too late, as he does actually have to be somewhere with Nick later, it is nice just to have the option of lying still for just a little longer. Head resting on Salim’s chest, listening to his lover breathe. Just existing.

Salim has even less places to be than Jason does. And while Jason lies awake preoccupied with his thoughts, Salim drifts in and out of sleep. When he’s awake, he cards his fingers through Jason’s hair, or runs them soothingly down his back – and Jason lets out a sleepy, content hum.

This continues for long enough that Salim sees the travel of the sun and shadows change across the room, before Jason rustles in the sheets and pushes himself onto his arms.

He grumbles as much from the fact that he’s lost contact with Salim’s skin, and the sound of his heartbeat. Although as his eyes meet Salim’s, Jason smiles.

Salim smiles back, hands moving to cup Jason’s face. “Happy Fourth of July, Habibi.”

Jason laughs, “Aw, Darlin’! Thank you!” He leans forward, letting Salim guide him down to his lips. Jason moves to kiss Salim’s nose and forehead. “Excited for later?”

Salim nods, “Mhm,” Nick and Jason had been organising a barbecue for all their friends over at Nick’s place (mostly because Nick’s house would have a great view of the fireworks in town without actually being there amongst the insane crowds), “it should be fun!” He stretches, grinning, “I can’t wait for the fireworks.”

They were always Salim’s favourite part.

Jason grins right back, “Damn right!” He kisses Salim once more, still not quite ready to leave the bed, even if he speaks to the contrary: “I guess I better start getting ready to go, or I’ll never make it out the house…”

Salim shakes his head, pulling Jason back in, teasing Jason’s mouth with his tongue, “Wouldn’t that be a shame!”

“Mmm,” Jason sighs into the kiss, not resisting the temptation to kiss back, “Nicky’s gonna kill me.”

Salim huffs, resting his hands on Jason hips he pushes up, until they are both sitting. “Well, I can’t have that either.”

Jason laughs, nuzzling his face against Salim’s. “Good thing you wouldn’t intentionally send me to my death.”

Salim gives a little shrug, expression teasing Jason - saying that now he’s thinking about it…, and Jason shoves his arm playfully, that’s enough of that!

“Breakfast, babe?”

The Iraqi shakes his head, “Ah, no, it’s your special day. I’ll make it.”

Jason isn’t sure that should be any excuse for Salim to be the one to make breakfast, but he’s not about to complain when Salim is the one cooking.

As Jason follows Salim downstairs, he starts to regret their decision not to decorate this year. It made sense at the time; no real celebrations would be occurring here. They weren’t even hosting Zain – he was staying at a hotel a couple of cities over, exploring with his girlfriend. He was going to be at Nick’s later though, and they had seen them both over the course of the last few days.

Still, it felt weird not to come downstairs to an explosion of red, white and blue.

He laments this slightly over breakfast, but when Salim suggests they get out some decorations Jason waves him off – again expressing they won’t be home enough.

Salim doesn’t believe the American thinks that for a second, but he lets Jason smile about it and kiss him gently once more as he rushes off for his shower.

By the time Jason is ready, Salim has a cup of Iraqi coffee waiting on the table for him and has already cleared away everything from breakfast.

“Ah, baby, you read my mind!”

Jason knows he’s going to need it to put up with all the last-minute holiday shoppers. Even if he and Nick will count, they do have reasons to be waiting until the day of to buy most of their perishables.

Although, it comes down to as much having the time to do it as anything else.

Salim pulls Jason into his arms as he drinks, pressing his lips to Jason’s neck.

“How long will you be?” He murmurs against Jason’s skin, running his fingertips under Jason’s shirt, and the American shudders.

If Salim really wants him to stay home, he’s going the right way about it.

“Couple of hours? We do have a few places to go, and I assume both traffic and shops will be HELL.”

Salim snorts softy, yeah that checks. “Okay.”

“Why? Miss me that bad?” Jason smirks, making Salim lift his head up.

And Salim returns his smirks, “Always.”

“I’ll try to hurry.”

***

Salim doesn’t really mind if Jason doesn’t hurry. He’s got plans of his own while Jason is out. And as soon as Jason closes the door, he sets the plan in motion.

Even before Jason had lamented it this morning, Salim had planned to take the time to decorate the house properly. Maybe not as over the top as they usually went, but Salim wanted to at least acknowledge the celebration in their own home. (Besides, that always ended up with waaaay too much clearing confetti or glitter off the floor and Salim was positive he was still finding some winking at him in the light from last year).

He finds ribbons and streamers in a box, hanging them strategically around the house. He wants to do something nice for Jason at least! And Salim is happy to do it as a surprise!

Salim is glad that he has time, as he has to get ready too. Even so, he keeps his eyes on the clock, he can’t have Jason coming home too early.

*** Jason is glad that he and Nick are at least organised, running up and down the aisles of the grocery store as if they’re doing military drills. (This would be more effective if there weren’t so many unorganised people clogging up the space).

The traffic has been horrific. And Jason is glad Salim isn’t with him, the amount of cussing people out and flipping them off he’s been doing.

The only issues that Jason and Nick have is trying to find foods specifically that Salim (and Zain) will be able to eat. With Jason spouting “It needs to be Halal!” so often that Nick thinks he might kill him.

As if he didn’t hear Jason the first hundred times.

“Will you calm down I didn’t forget your boyfriend – also I’m surprised he’s up for celebrating this!”

Jason snorts, as if Salim didn’t refer to it as his special day this morning. He also holds up his hand, to flash his wedding ring. Nick rolls his eyes at Jason, but doesn’t correct himself.

Still, thanks to Jason’s persistency even Nick thinks they’ve done a good job at catering for everyone expected at the party.

There’s a couple of things left on the list, and then Nick and Jason will likely load this stuff between their trucks and drop it off at Nick’s, where Jason will go home to collect Salim and meet back for the party later. This stuff is heavy; Nick definitely can’t do it all alone – that’s half the reason Jason is here in the first place. (The other apparently so he can be hypervigilant about what Salim can eat.)

Jason follows Nick down the aisles with the list, looking up and down shelves to find the last couple of things, when his mobile buzzes in his back pocket.

Jason can’t imagine this will be anyone other than Salim – probably wanting a better ETA, or just checking in. Jason checks his watch; he’s still within the couple of hours he told Salim this morning. He will be home soon.

But then he stills; what if he’s asking for something specific for the party? What if he’s asking for something for Zain for the party?

Jason would rather not face Salim’s disappointed expression, and slides his phone out of his back pocket.

“Hold up will ya!?” He calls out to Nick, who halts a few paces ahead.

Jason unlocks his phone, and immediately his whole body jolts. Heat rushing in all directions, his pulse quickens.

What the FUCK Salim!?

Jason wants to check that no one is looking at this over his shoulder but he physically cannot tear his eyes away.

The picture he’s been sent cuts off at Salim’s navel – that’s probably on purpose. He’s shirtless, standing against a background made up of the American flag. There’s a bandana tied around his head – also the stars and stripes.

The light bounces deliciously over his bronze toned muscles. Jason wants to reach through the phone and run his hands all over them, feel the warmth of Salim’s body pressed against his, hear the way he whines under Jason’s fingertips. Those pretty dark brown eyes are nearly black with the sultry intensity that he stares into the camera. And that teeny tiny smirk - oh he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Fuck, holy fuck… This is like something from one of Jason’s wet dreams. What the fuck was going on!? He tries to swallow but his mouth is too dry, he can hear his blood rushing into his ears.

Was this right now!?! Did Salim look like this RIGHT NOW!?!?

‘Happy Fourth of July, Jason❤️🤍💙’

Is the text that comes through afterwards.

Jason’s brain is short circuiting. What was he supposed to do with this; Salim knows he’s out with Nick in the middle of a damn grocery store!!!

Asshole!!

Somewhere far off Nick’s voice echoes, “Dude, you okay?”

Jason tries to respond automatically that he’s fine – but it comes out as nothing more than splutters. He realises his hands are shaking as he moves to text back – and it’s nothing but desire that’s causing it to happen.

‘Right now? You send me that right NOW?!’

To back up Jason’s guess that Salim knows exactly what he’s doing, he receives a short text back:

‘Why don’t you come home and see… 😉’

Jason can almost see that little smug look on Salim’s face, glint in his eyes when he knows exactly what this is doing to Jason – even when he can’t see what it’s doing.

“Jason, what the fuck is going on dude?”

Jason crams his phone back into his pocket: suddenly he only has a one-track mind. And it’s telling him to drive back home.

“I gotta get home, RIGHT NOW!” He blurts.

He understands to Nick he must look absolutely crazed. Still, his buddy has seen Jason in so many situations now that it doesn’t seem to faze him.

“Dude,” Nick jerks his thumb over his shoulder at the shopping cart. “You expect me to do this by myself?!”

Jason is staring at him with wide eyes – brain just screaming ‘HOME! HOME! HOME! HOME!’ – “SALIM!” Is about the best he can manage.

Nick’s eyes widen – “What happened? Is he okay? Is something wrong!?”

Jason opens his wallet, grabbing his card and a wad of cash and thrusting it into Nick’s hands.

“No, uh, yes, uh – look I’ll see you at the barbeque later, okay?”

He barely gives Nick a chance to respond before he’s sprinting for the exit.

“JASON!” Nick yells after him, watching his best friend run across the store. Well, if it’s Salim, nothing is calling him back.

Nick just hoped the Iraqi was okay.

***

As the blue truck pulls into their drive, Jason can honestly say he’s surprised he’s made it home without causing an accident. He guesses he’ll have to see if he picks up any tickets later. His knuckles are almost white, gripping the wheel so tight as he tries to stop his body shakes from getting any worse.

He throws the door open, scrambling out, locking it before rushing to their front door. Jason has to try to jam the key into the lock at least twice.

‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’

Eventually he forces it open and slams it behind him.

Jason halts in the doorway. Sense enough to pause and admire the fact that Salim has done up their house while he’s been gone!

The red, white and blue ribbons and banners look so neat, twisted together in elaborate bow and flower shapes, Salim has even curled the tails. He’s hung stars and stripes bunting all the way up the staircase and the ‘Happy Fourth of July!’ banner, from last year’s party they hosted, stretches across the living room.

Jason’s heart soars to a new level of happiness. Salim didn’t have to do any of this – Jason had expressly stated that this morning. But he did. The second he’d heard the slight complaint out of Jason’s mouth Salim had known exactly what to do.

Or perhaps, given the picture, he’d planned this all along. Jason threw his phone and keys on the counter. Usually he’s neat, but his shoes are tossed carelessly at the bottom of the steps as he races up the stairs.

There’s no way Salim isn’t in their bedroom, right? Looking that good?

Jason is moving so fast he clips the top of the banister with his hip, but he barely feels it. He slides into the door glad that it’s been left on the latch, rather than his still shaking hands having to embarrassingly deal with the handle.

He freezes at what he sees in front of him. And Jason thought his reaction in the grocery store was bad… He must be having a full on heart attack this time.

Indeed, on the wall behind their headboard is hung the US flag, and Salim sits in the middle of the bed looking up at him. The Iraqi is biting his lip, regarding Jason with such adoration they look like literal heart eyes.

Everything is already laid out neatly on the bedside table. There is no doubt what and who this is for. Even the bandana has been left there invitingly, and Jason can think of several different things he’d like to do with that before they left this room.

Jason flushes bright red, momentarily looking away,

“…You’re not… wearing anything.”

Holy fuck. Holy FUCK. This is a wet dream.

Please - fuck - don’t let him wake up now.

Salim gasps sarcastically as if he hadn’t realised. “Oh, goodness, I suppose I’m not.”

Salim waits until Jason is looking back at him. Those pretty honey-brown eyes locking back with his. Salim’s face starts to flush to match Jason’s.

He looks mostly in control, but as Jason’s eyes graze lower, the rapid rise and fall of Salim’s chest betrays that his pulse is racing too. Salim is trying to keep his self-restraint in check just like Jason is.

“Is that an issue?”

That’s all Salim needs to say, lip bite turning to full smirk, flirty tease to the tone of his voice.

“Fuck NO.”

Jason is already throwing off his cap and removing his shirt, leaping onto the bed.

Salim waits for Jason to get to him before laying himself back – not that Jason wouldn’t have pushed him down and pinned him there with the force of his kisses.

Each and every one is more heated than the last as Jason’s hands – no longer shaking – trail down Salim’s chest and stomach. All he wants to do is touch.

Salim whines a little into the kiss as Jason’s hand moves between their tangled legs; nails digging into Jason’s back.

The American growls, harsh kisses moving onto Salim’s neck. The Iraqi pants a little, before gaining some semblance of grounding.

“Can’t you at least wait until I get you out of your clothes!?”

Jason forces himself to be patient, pushing himself up onto his hands by virtue of pinning Salim’s own under them.

“You did this to yourself, Darlin’, don’t give me that. You knew what I was gonna do.”

Salim chuckles, “Perhaps.” He bites his lip again, “Happy Fourth of July, Rohi.” Although Salim had said it this morning, the almost whispered quality of it this time holds so much more meaning.

Jason’s head tips, before he smiles like he’s just got the joke.

Is this what Salim had meant by looking forward to the fireworks?

Salim smiles back, like he knows Jason’s figured it out, turning his head to one side so he can graze his lips against Jason’s tattoo. Jason removes his hand from Salim’s, chasing his lips, fingertips caressing his jaw until Salim is looking back at him.

“Best fuckin’ Fourth EVER.”

This time he gets a breathed laugh – he knows what Salim is thinking. They haven’t even got to the good part yet.

But Jason already knows he’s going to enjoy every second of this. He leans down again, claiming Salim’s lips once more in a rough kiss. Their fingers interlock, and the hand he’s not pinning down tangles itself in Jason’s hair.

Jason’s free hand moves back between them, and the moan he elicits from Salim this time is fucking beautiful.