After listening to Olivia Rodrigo's latest release together and going through their past relationship with boys that made the album super relatable for both of them, Michelle casually invited Jake to just spent the night sleeping in her house rather than driving the 1 hour drive home. They've slept on the same bedroom and at times on the same bed in countless sleepover during their highschool time so this is a nice way to reminisce those fun days that felt quite distant now they're in their 3rd year of uni
His hand slid under her shirt, palm hot and possessive against her stomach. Fingers splayed wide, pulling her back harder against him.
“Finally,” he breathed against her ear, voice thicker, rougher than Jake’s usual playful tone. “Been waiting to get this tight little body back where it belongs.”
Michelle’s eyes fluttered open, confused but still drowsy. “Jake…? What are you—”
“Shhh.” His grip tightened, fingers digging into her hip as he ground slowly against her ass. The hard length pressing through his sweatpants was unmistakable. “Don’t be loud. University changed me, baby. Turned this fag cock straight just for your sloppy little cunt.”
She laughed nervously, thinking it was some sleep-mumbled joke, but the way his hand moved—sliding up to cup her sports bra before expertly taking it off and fondle her breast possessively, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger with practiced cruelty—made heat bloom low in her belly despite herself.
“Funny? Pssst.....I give you one more time to be quiet, so shut that bitch ass mouth and let me show you what uni taught me,” He nipped her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. “You think I’m joking while my dick’s throbbing against you? Feel that, Michelle. That’s years of listening to you cry about how Don ruined you. How he called you his worthless fucktoy. How you came harder than you ever admitted when he degraded you. I thought I was sick for actually getting hard underneath my jogger, turns out, I just craved you all this time and want to try the same shit he did to wreck you.....with you,"
His free hand shoved her shorts down roughly, exposing her. Two thick fingers dragged through her folds, finding her already shamefully wet. He groaned in satisfaction.
“Fucking pathetic. One minute of dirty talk from your gay best friend and you’re dripping like a desperate whore. Bet Don trained this pussy so well it still clenches at the memory.”
Michelle whimpered, torn between pushing him away and arching into his touch. This was Jake—her Jake—but the words, the tone, the filthy confidence… it was doing things to her she couldn’t explain. “You’ve… you’ve never talked like this.” she whispered, trying to be as quiet as possible
“Well, that's one of the thing I learned. University, remember?” he growled, pumping two fingers deep inside her without warning. The stretch made her moan loudly. “Learned what I really wanted. Learned how much I love breaking good girls like you. Say it. Tell me how much you need your fag bestie’s cock.”
“I—I don’t know if we should—”
He curled his fingers viciously against that sensitive spot, thumb circling her clit with ruthless precision. “Wrong answer, slut.” The slap of his palm against her wet pussy echoed obscenely. “Beg. Beg me to fuck you like the cum-hungry hole Don always said you were.”
The degradation burned through her, mixing shame and arousal into something intoxicating. She was soaked, hips rocking helplessly onto his hand. “Please… Jake, please fuck me.”
“Louder.” He bit down on her shoulder, sucking a mark into her skin. “Tell me exactly what you want your newly straight best friend to do to this greedy cunt.”
“Please, Jake—fuck me hard. Ruin me. I need it.”
With a dark, triumphant laugh, he shoved her onto her back and stripped her completely. His tank came off next, revealing the toned, muscular chest she had only ever seen platonically. But tonight his eyes burned with something feral. He pushed her thighs wide, lining up the thick head of his cock and thrusting in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Michelle cried out, back arching at the sudden fullness. He felt huge, stretching her perfectly, hitting depths that made her toes curl.
“That’s it,” he snarled, setting a punishing rhythm. “Take every inch like the pathetic little cockslut you are. This is what you’ve been missing while crying on my shoulder. Your gay best friend’s fat dick splitting you open.”
He fucked her with deep, angry strokes, hips slamming against hers. The bed creaked. Every thrust was punctuated by fresh filth whispered hot against her ear:
“Look at you creaming all over me. So fucking wet for the guy who used to do your makeup. Bet Don would laugh if he saw how quickly you spread for me.”
“Yeah, scream my name while I breed this used-up pussy.” He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other wrapping around her throat just tight enough to make her head spin. “You’re mine now. My personal fucktoy. Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days.”
Michelle came hard around him, walls fluttering and squeezing as stars burst behind her eyes. He didn’t slow down. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in even deeper, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave prints.
“Arch that back. Present that cunt like a good bitch.” His voice was pure venom and lust. “Tell me how much better I am than Don. Tell me your gay best friend fucks you better than your ex ever did.”
“You’re—fuck—you’re so much better,” she sobbed into the pillow, another orgasm building fast.
He laughed cruelly. “Of course I am. I know exactly how to break you because I knew all the soft spot and all the right answer. Every tear. Every time you let him treat you like garbage. And now I get to do it better.”
He reached around to rub her clit in tight, mean circles while pounding into her. The dual sensation sent her spiraling again, screaming his name as she gushed around his cock.
Only when she was shaking, overstimulated and whimpering, did his pace falter. He buried himself as deep as possible, hips stuttering.
“Gonna cum, baby,” he growled. “Gonna pump this worthless hole full. Mark my territory.”
With a guttural moan that sounded almost triumphant, he came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses. He stayed buried deep, grinding lazily as he emptied himself, making sure every drop stayed inside.
Michelle panted, dazed and glowing, still catching her breath. She turned her head, smiling shakily at him. “Jake… I had no idea. University really changed you, huh? I can’t believe we—”
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her swollen pussy with dark satisfaction. Then he leaned down, chest pressed to her back, lips brushing her ear with terrifying intimacy.
“Oh, sweet Michelle,” he whispered, voice dripping with the bitter, familiar venom she had tried so hard to forget. “You still don’t get it. Jake’s been gone since I slipped into him weeks ago. Every hug. Every late-night talk. Every time you cried about me on my shoulder… it was Don the whole time.”
Everything just went as normal at first before Jake found himself losing his breath as something seemingly blocked the airway. He suffocated and gargled in silence as this thing managed to muffled his noise too so he flailed for several seconds before his body tensed, arched and then flopped back to bed like it just went through some sort of shock. But he instantly opened his eyes and grinned as something sinister seemingly managed to take a hold of him
Her blood ran cold. She froze beneath him. He just smirked
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