MDNI. my fics are 18+. angsty, darker themes & smut.
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Bucky Barnes
-> loathe isn’t strong enough ☆
ANGST. slowburn-ish. smut; hatefucking, crying during sex. betrayal. reader is morally grey. hurt!comfort. approx. 20k wc
-> wanna play a game? ☆
ghostface!bucky. fearplay. horror themes.
-> solo mission
angst, reader!hurt, hurt!nocomfort
-> winter widow / p2 / p3 ☆
what if you were the one who fell?
reader!winter(soldier)widow, angst, violence, mention of torture, flashbacks, yearning.
-> “i didn’t have anywhere else to go”
reader!hurt, enemies to lovers, angst but also fluff
-> tell me again in the morning
fluff, reader!drunk, friends to lovers, confession.
-> sleeping with the enemy ☆
enemies to lovers, one bed trope, angst, bucky!hurt
-> the blood we’ve spilt ☆
wintersoldier!bucky x vampire!reader
hydra experiment, forbidden love, torture, blood, sexual tension, violence, eventual smut, some tooth rotting one-liners -> (bonus)
-> bucky barnes is a slut ☆
short. kinda fluff. suggestive. fruit as a sexual innuendo.
-> “i didn’t ask for you to love me.”
angst. hurt absolutely no comfort.
-> “congressman barnes is a munch” ☆
pure smut. f!recieving.
-> “demolition lovers”
you took his bullet, but now you have to say goodbye. angst. they’re so in love, it’s painful. hurt/nocomfort. yes it’s an mcr reference.
-> “hates me, not?” ☆
sub!bucky. dryhumping. begging. whimpering men.
-> “perfect distraction” ☆
bucky is in love with you but you’re bestfriends. when you both hookup for the first time, you suggest fwb and he desperately wants you so he’ll settle for fucking you stupid.
-> “fatal attraction” ☆
avenger!bucky + newrecruit!reader. angst, enemies to lovers, jealousy
Jason Todd
-> safety net — the masterlist *series
college au, smut, virginity loss, angst, fluff. betrayal.
-> bulking season
jason has been bulking and he’s extraaaaa big.
-> jason, the romantic
fluff. short. drabble
-> tower of memories *ongoing
hurt!comfort. angsty; very angsty-relationship, heated arguments. reader!hurt; blood, torture, violence, lowkey horror. slowburn-ish. +more tags to be added.
-> not over it
emotional damage, angst, trauma. hurt/comfort.
-> keep it on ☆
mask kink. filthy smut.
-> too angry to notice ☆
jason todd x reader — reader!hurt, angst, smut
you fucked up on the mission. bad. you ended up getting hurt and hide it from jason. he’s so pissed at you for messing up patrol he doesn’t even realize you were hurt. until he does, and the tension between you boils over.
-> f*cking the stress outta you ☆
exactly what it sounds like.
-> “jason’s love language is physical touch” ☆
sweet, soft smut.
-> merry christmas, i love you
fluff. angst. friends to lovers. happy jason.
-> melt into the kiss
jason folds like a lawn chair. fluff.
-> bf!jason is a yapper
boyfriend!jasontodd is such a yapper, he can’t do secrets.
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toji fucking you for so long that your poor pussy is a fucking mess. folds puffy, clit swollen, a combination of your juices and his sliding down between your thighs and onto the towel he has under you. you can’t even bring yourself to hold onto him anymore because all of your limbs are numb.
your head’s a fucking mess too; your five senses have been dulled down to nothing but the feel of his fat cock sliding in and out of you with wet, sloppy plaps.
you’d think that he’d at least have the decency to try and orient you or hold your hands, but he’s a mess too. pussydrunk. he’s watching the way your pussy swallows him up with each thrust, your folds wrapping around his length and sucking him in deeper. little sprays of fluid come out of you when he drives inside too fast, and if he goes too slow, your pussy flutters around him so pretty. he can’t decide which he likes better.
“you like that dick?” he grunts thoughtlessly, moving one hand off your thigh in between your legs instead so he can rub harsh circles onto your clit. “you like that dick baby? i think she likes it.”
“mngh…w-who?” you babble, bucking your hips into his hand while also fucking yourself onto him, chasing your fast approaching orgasm.
“your pussy. fuck, she loves it. look how well she’s taking me.”
you cry out and hook your legs around his waist, knowing that you’re almost there and that you want him to empty his load into you. nowhere else is satisfactory. “to-jiiiii” you slur, eyes rolling back into your head when he curves his body inward to drive impossibly deeper inside you, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot on your frontal wall. “ ‘m cumming!”
toji’s face scrunches up. he resorts to that fast pace that he was stuck on earlier, and pounds into you hard and fast, his curved length battering your soft insides with each wet thrust. he slams his hips into yours one more time, pushing his thumb against your bundle of nerves while your pussy hugs his cock, milking the cum straight out of him while you squirt on his dick.
the two of you let out the most vulgar of moans as he cums with you, emptying his heavy, thick load deep into your womb. his body collapses on top of yours while he keeps rocking his cock into you, making sure no part of your pretty pussy goes untouched by his cum.
Finding pictures that match everything in color is hard because I don't want to edit beyond their size, because I'm not good at it. Though, maybe it's an excuse to just stare at his pretty face little too long...
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My appreciation to my favourite writers on here who dont use ai and are really nice:
@vianawaits ana is the first writer who ive ever talked to on here and i just love her since she always makes my ideas come true pieces of work.
@dontyouworrydaddy the smaus oh god,just love,love,love,love.
@jtoddsbaby my literal baby. she does literally anything and aces in everything.
@lushberrys the queen herself has children and still makes some of the best fics once in a while.
@starl1ghtgr4yson i have like 5 screenshots of her best works in my opinion and are all beautiful.
@starr-jazz shes probably the most accurate fanfic writer when we are talking about jason x reader fics.the way she writes jason omfg.
@fancy-possum MY GIRL BEA OMFG.all of her works are insane and she writes hurt/comfort SO WELL.shes one of the nicest people youll find in this platform.she also posts once in a while but when she does its like the world collapses.
@jellyfishsthings her works are so well writen it makes you think that you are reading some sort of classic novel.
@honeysucklewatr our cicle is connected in such way that i think oh id love to read some smut and half an hour later she posts the most fylthiest fanfic ever written.
@llovelygood i remember that once she had written a fic about reader with a chronic illness and it one of my roman empires.
@brinawing had to delete her account 2 times and still posts her old works that are probably the first thing ive read when i entered tumblr and made me addicted.
@bat1nsignia i dont even like bruce Wayne x reader but she writes them soooo well.
@strawberry-nugget it doesnt let me tag her idk why but i LOVE her wonder girl!reader x jason todd series.another one of my roman empires.
@bloomcissa post once in a while but she write beautifully.
Idk if i forgot someone but these are the writers who i interact the most with and i love them with all my heart.
though one of the sexiest things about him is his mind. how much he knew, like random facts that would win you a grand prize in a game show about books or historical events. or even about you and what makes you tick. where you liked to eat and how you’d crack your knuckles. he always knew.
his attention to detail was unmatched because he is an amazing observer.
he knew you so deeply that it was like he studied you in the same way he searched for information. kept your image close to his heart and burned it to memory like a brand.
but you hadn’t yet gotten further with jason other than making out hard and panting even harder, you knew he was the type to prioritize your pleasure over his. when you started touching more intimately, he saw how much you liked him and felt more confident in how heavily he felt for you. he’d hold those moments with the same tenderness he held your hand with on your first date, devotion leaking from his pores.
but jason wasn’t prepared to see how he could completely ruin you when it translated to bed. he didn’t even know he was capable of it, though once he got a taste, he knew he was unconditionally yours. mapping out roads around your body and marking the spot that made you make the most noises. memorizing the map that led to what he really wanted.
the first time was after a week that was horribly cold and you clung to jason like a second skin. overtime, his warm hands fell to between your thighs and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. shakily, more afraid of hurting you than anything else. though entirely skilled, he knew exactly what makes you tick. every single button he pressed made the experience all the more memorable. every touch and every praise, jason made it comfortable and safe like it was his priority because it is.
now its getting hot and heavy. he’s got you pinned under him hand running up your side while he just barely restrained himself. taking your panties off of you so slowly, unwrapping you like a gift he is oh so grateful to receive.
as though he’s afraid of hurting you somehow.
dragging his heavy, weeping tip through your folds. letting the weight rest against you after prepping for what felt like eternity. the resistance is hardly there at this point, but even now, jason’s bigger than anyone could gauge. what you’d imagined in your mind was ten times fold with him and the girth he harboured was a little daunting.
“i got you princess.” he breathes. “will you let me in?”
eyes staring into his as heart shapes form in the thin air, you nod breathlessly.
you’re not one to back down from a challenge, right?
then he presses forward and kisses you at the same time, swallowing down the gasp that took your breath. only an inch inside and he’s the one shaking already, cupping your face with one hand and fisting the bedsheet by your head with the other.
the stretch is incredible. the sheer size of him both unwarranted and ridiculously impressive. but when you consider his soft spoken voice and the gentle rasp that shook you to your core, it only made your arousal greater.
he drops his head to your cheek and kisses your face gently. then he lets his lips trail down your jaw, licking down then he could tuck his head in your neck and breathe you in. rocking into you slow like he was afraid to fully seat himself inside.
jason whimpers your name softly when you tense. “ease up ma.” before letting a hand circle your clit.
“i’m sorry,” breath shakily as you wrap your ankles around his back. “you’re really big.”
something in his perfect face melts and his lips upturn. he stops his hips from moving any further.“don’t apologize to me, i should be doing that. god, please don’t tell me i’m hurting you.”
but the wait was eating you up. the feeling of him there and not giving you it all was building and the ache was defeaning.
you needed all of him.
you shake your head and try to buck into him further, but jason’s hand shifts to your hip and holds you firm. still holding himself back for some reason unknown to you. a whine slips from your lips when you try to get closer and he groans like the action was ruining him.
this time, you decide to plead. “i want it all jay”
blinking down at you, he shifts his gaze from eye to eye. needing the reassurance as though he truly believed you were saving his feelings.
“are you sure?”
you nod and part your lips, biting your lip softly as the pressure rests there. “please.”
then jason leans down and you think he’s going to kiss you. plump lips pink and swollen with tension as he washes his eyes over your face. resting his forehead on yours before closing his eyes and still not moving his hips yet. just letting the weight of what would fill you stay just in reach but out of touch.
like a threat that’s more like a promise.
“i love you so much.” he admits before pressing his lips to yours, muffling any response you could’ve had.
you moan into his mouth then, half surprise and pleasure. the feeling was unreal. the stretch around him stole the air from your lungs even though he was moving so slowly.
he pressed forward and despite the pleasureful pain it caused, letting your ankles dig into his back and pull him deeper until he was fully seated inside you. a tear slips down your face just as he parts from you to breathe and a cry escapes past your lips.
the sound is enough to startle jason. he pulls back as the tear is enough to make him second guess himself. fear echoes across on his face.
“shit—did i hurt you?”
taking a moment to compose yourself, you shake your head warily. “no,” the sound another muffled cry as he stayed impossibly still, unsure what to do.
“sweetheart, you’re crying,” leaning back trying to pull his weight off of you.
though you don’t let him move far, tightening your hold on him and locking your ankles.
“stay,” gripping him close for dear life.
his eyes stay unwavering and his hips stay still. he reaches up for your face again and brushes his thumb over your cheek before he nods at your determination.
“okay,” shakily he says. “but if it hurts—”
“it doesn’t.” you quickly interrupt. “i promise, it feels good.”
a slow smile creeps up his face. “yeah? you feel good?”
you nod again and stare straight at his lips, urging him on. slowly his resolve crumbles and he lands closer to your face to kiss you once again. pressing his perfect lips to yours like a seal and a lock.
just then he adjusts his hips, shifting them forward and rocking into you. he watches as your breath hitches and your fingernails dig into your palms. head drawing back to drown into the pillow beneath it. he groans at the slight resistance created in the friction but eases up until you let him in so easily. hands on your hips tight but not hurting, just enough to remind you where he was.
he takes your hands and pries your fingers up, interlocking them with his to distract you from the sensation. slowly inching his way inside until the tears in your eyes were accompanied by gentle moans.
then you drag him closer once again and he lets you interlock your ankles behind him.
“let me do the work,” panting by your ear. “let me show you how i love you.”
wiping your tears, his teeth shine brightly as he smiles and soothingly strokes your face. impossible gentleness from his calloused hands. when the words die, he converses with his eyes you could drown inside of.
finally he bottoms out with a soft sputter on his tongue, completely unable to mask his weight behind his heavy hips, touching your cervix from this angle. nailing dig into his hand, needing to be grounded and feel him completely, jason pants heavily. he brings your hands up higher until they rested just above your head. the loving frame he posed you in was so evident you could cry. instead, you paint him in the same light.
the ministrations resume and he moves with less restraint than you’d started with. watching how your expressions changed and the sounds escaped your lips quicker with every movement.
his deep thrusts could’ve knocked the air from your lungs but he was doing it so slowly as he inched himself further, it melted away. pleasureful bliss blooms across your skin as he kisses your neck. leaving open mouthed smooches up to your face and worked back down, surely leaving marks in their wake.
“please jay,” moaning out as though he wasn’t already fucking you. “more.”
jason fucks you like he was about to lose you then, when he looks up and sees your eyes rolling and the tear streaks on your face. letting go of your arms to lift you up and over him. he rolls onto his back and seats you in his lap, never pulling completely out, just enough that you feel what you’d need to retake.
“okay princess,” he coos. “i’ll help, yeah?”
already exhausted but willingly to please him, you grip his shoulders and start to grind down into him. he cups your ass and lifts you up, letting your weight back onto him over and over. the mix of your arousal making it easier to fuck up into you as he holds you effortlessly. shifting your hips against him weakly, jason decides to take up the task entirely but not until he really sees you struggle to fit him inside you.
a couple more whines escape you as you attempt to move, taking an inch deeper just to grind against his pelvis. minutes go by like this, when he tries to tell you it’s okay and he can do it, you shake your head like you’re already gone. then you tell him you can handle it.
both of you know you can’t.
another roll of your hips against his where a broken moan pulls him out his head causes jason’s brain to flip. he doesn’t just hold you anymore, no, he starts to get meaner. not like he wants to hurt you, but he wanted to give you what he’s wanted all night—to fuck you full.
thrusting up again and again while he watches your face contort, slowly melting onto his chest while he sits up further. moving you up and down onto him, biting his lips to control his moans when you whimper his name. then he can’t even hide that. groans and moans, gasps and sighs—they fill your ears like sinful symphony as he works himself up further. he listens to the praises you say in his ear while he does the work you should’ve, fucking up into you as though on a mission. his pace picks up as he feels you moving back into him, matching his thrusts with your own.
the peak sneaks up on you when he tangles his hand in your hair to get a look at your face. pulling just enough to see your expression and gasp when he continues his ministrations.
“i wanna watch you let go for me.” nearly whining when he admits. “you gonna let me come inside you? please?” his breathy voice coaxing you.
vigorously you nod as his pace begins to falter and his thrusts only become deeper as though he wanted to get closer.
it’s enough to spur you on. enough to push you right over the edge as you see his pink, bitten lips and the flush on his cheeks. the ruffle in his hair that proved how long this had been going on for. he looked so incredibly hot, you could die a happy woman tonight just from his good he’s fucked you.
through the peak, he carries you over, not stopping and not pausing his filthy promises. you’re clamping down around him when he sputters your name, groaning harshly and prolonging the feeling. you can feel him reaching his climax, bucking into you and movements stuttering. when he comes, you feel the pulses as he fills you. rope after rope painting you white from within. the waves of intense pleasure as his veins drag and he starts overstimulates himself. then he reaches between you to circle your sensitive bud, thrusting sloppily as you’re limp against him and throwing you into another orgasm.
practically screaming his name as you muffle a cry into his shoulder, barring your teeth and taking a bite of his supple skin. shaking as he fucks you through another climax and pushes his seed deeper inside. hand slipping off his shoulder as he slows his movements. groaning softly by your ear as he makes shallow bucks as though he didn’t want this to end.
but fucked out in his arms is his lover, drenched in sweat and slick that he didn’t know had even reached those places. and still, he was buried inside you with no indication of wanting to move.
minutes go by like this, both of you entirely spent and trying to catch your breath. he’s first to look at you and ensure that he hadn’t harmed you. eyes closed and lips parted, panting hard like you’d run a marathon as jason looks the same. leaning back further just to see the look on your face, jason kisses your forehead then.
“was that okay?” he twists at your heartstrings. “did i hurt you?”
still he was questioning himself and you were just coherent enough to shake your head and speak in a slur. “you’re perfect. my perfect boy.”
the breathy words only made him smile. his grin wide and toothy as he kisses the top of your head over and over. ignoring how your hair stuck to your head, hoping you’d do the same to him.
“sweet baby.” murmuring between his rough kisses that felt like cuteness aggression towards you. “i love you so, so much.”
you hum as you nuzzle into his chest. “mmhmf, i love you too.”
still cheesing, he holds you tight against him. part of him felt like he was dreaming with how much he loved you. his body shaking with restraint as he twitched inside you but he knew you were too exhausted to go again. leaning himself back onto the mattress to tuck you against him further, holding you there like something sacred. as though you would run or get taken away if he faltered his hold at all.
the hold on you only grounding as though you were floating over your body still, ghosting like he’d fucked you into the afterlife. sleep eases its way through your body and jason absorbs it.
only minutes later you’re completely asleep, snoring peacefully as jason drools on your head.
and there’s no place you’d rather be.
forgive me for this filth. i’m never a normal person when i’m ovulating…
one of the sexiest things about him was his mind. how much he knew, like random facts that would win you a grand prize in a game show about books or historical events. or even about you and what makes you tick. where you liked to eat and how you’d crack your knuckles. he always knew.
his attention to detail was unmatched because he is an amazing observer.
he knew you so deeply that it was like he studied you in the same way he searched for information. kept your image close to his heart that it burned to memory like a brand.
though you hadn’t yet gotten further with jason than making out hard and panting even harder, you knew he was the type to prioritize your pleasure over his. when you started touching more intimately, he saw how much you liked him and felt more confident in how heavily he felt for you. he’d hold those moments with the same tenderness he held your hand with on your first date, devotion leaking from his pores.
but jason wasn’t prepared to see how he could completely ruin you when it translated to bed. he didn’t even know he was capable of it, though once he got a taste, he knew he was unconditionally yours. mapping out roads around your body and marking the spot that made you make the most noises. memorizing the map that led to what he really wanted.
the first time was after a week that was horribly cold and you clung to jason like a second skin. overtime, his warm hands fell to between your thighs and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. shakily, more afraid of hurting you than anything else. though entirely skilled, he knew exactly what makes you tick. every single button he pressed made the experience all the more memorable. every touch and every praise, jason made it comfortable and safe like it was his priority because it is.
now he’s got you pinned under him just like every other time, hand running up your side while he just barely restrained himself. almost as though he’s afraid of hurting you somehow.
dragging his heavy, weeping tip through your folds. letting the weight rest against you after prepping for what felt like eternity. the resistance is hardly there at this point, but even now, jason’s bigger than anyone could gauge. what you’d imagined in your mind was ten times fold with him and the girth he harboured was a little daunting.
“i got you princess.” he breathes. “will you let me in?”
eyes staring into his as heart shapes form on the thin air, you nod breathlessly.
you’re not one to back down from a challenge, right?
then he presses forward and kisses you at the same time, swallowing down the gasp that took your breath. only an inch inside and he’s the one shaking already, cupping your face with one hand and fisting the bedsheet by your head with the other.
the stretch is incredible. the sheer size of him both unwarranted and ridiculously impressive. but when you consider his soft spoken voice and the gentle rasp that shook you to your core, it only made your arousal greater. he drops his head to your cheek and kisses your face gently. then he lets his lips trail down your jaw, licking down then he could tuck his head in your neck and breathe you in. rocking into you slow like he was afraid to fully seat himself inside you.
jason whimpers your name softly when you tense. “ease up ma.” before letting a hand circle your clit.
“i’m sorry,” breath shakily as you wrap your ankles around his back. “you’re really big.”
something in his perfect face melts and his lips upturn. he stops his hips from moving any further.“don’t apologize to me, i should be doing that. god, please don’t tell me i’m hurting you.”
but the wait was eating you up. the feeling of him there and not giving you it all was building and the ache was defeaning.
you needed all of him.
you shake your head and try to buck into him further, but jason’s hand shifts to your hip and holds you firm. still holding himself back for some reason unknown to you. a whine slips from your lips when you try to get closer and he groans like the action was ruining him.
this time, you decide to plead. “i want it all. jay”
blinking down at you, he shifts his gaze from eye to eye. needing the reassurance as though he truly believed you were saving his feelings.
“are you sure?”
you nod and part your lips, biting your lip softly as the pressure rests there. “please.”
then jason leans down and you think he’s going to kiss you. plump lips pink and swollen with tension as he washes his eyes over your face. resting his forehead on yours before closing his eyes and still not moving his hips yet. just letting the weight of what would fill you stay just in reach but out of touch.
like a threat.
like a promise.
“i love you so much.” he admits before pressing his lips to yours, muffling any response you could’ve had.
you moan into his mouth then, half surprise and pleasure. the feeling was unreal. the stretch around him stole the air from your lungs even though he was moving so slowly.
he pressed forward and despite the pleasureful pain it caused, letting your ankles dig into his back and pull him deeper until he was fully seated inside you. a tear slips down your face just as he parts from you to breathe and a cry escapes past your lips.
the sound is enough to startle jason. he pulls back as the tear is enough to make him second guess himself. fear echoes across on his face.
“shit—did i hurt you?”
taking a moment to compose yourself, you shake your head warily. “no,” the sound another muffled cry as he stayed impossibly still, unsure what to do.
“sweetheart you’re crying,” leaning back trying to pull his weight off of you.
though you don’t let him move far. tightening your hold on him and locking your ankles.
“stay,” gripping him close for dear life.
his eyes stay unwavering and his hips stay still. he reaches up for your face again and brushes his thumb over your cheek before he nods at your determination.
“okay,” shakily he says. “but if it hurts—”
“it doesn’t.” you quickly interrupt. “i promise, it feels good.”
a slow smile creeps up his face. “yeah? you feel good?”
you nod again and stare straight at his lips, urging him on. slowly his resolve crumbles and he lands closer to your face to kiss you once again. pressing his perfect lips to yours like a seal and a lock.
just then he adjusts his hips, shifting them forward and rocking into you. he watches as your breath hitches and your fingernails dig into your palms. head drawing back to drown into the pillow beneath it. he groans at the slight resistance created in the friction but eases up until you let him in so easily. hands on your hips tight but not hurting, just enough to remind you where he was.
he takes your hands and pries your fingers up, interlocking them with his to distract you from the sensation. slowly inching his way inside until the tears in your eyes were accompanied by gentle moans.
then you drag him closer once again and he lets you interlock your ankles behind him.
“let me do the work,” panting by your ear. “let me show you.”
wiping the tears from your cheeks, he smiles. teeth shining brightly as he strokes your cheeks with his thumb. then when you smile, he returns it back.
finally he bottoms out with a soft sputter on his tongue. completely unable to mask his weight behind his heavy hips, touching your cervix from this angle. your nails dig into his hand, needing to be grounded and feel him completely. but part of you wanted to guide him even closer though you knew it was probably impossible at this point. jason pants heavily, putting your hands up higher and higher until they rested just above your head.
the ministrations resume and he moves with less restraint than you’d started with. watching how your expressions changed and the sounds escaped your lips quicker with every movement.
his deep thrusts could’ve knocked the air from your lungs but he was doing it so slowly as he inched himself further, it melted away. pleasureful bliss blooms across your skin as he kisses your neck. leaving open mouthed smooches up to your face and worked back down, surely leaving marks in their wake.
“please jay,” moaning out as though he wasn’t already fucking you. “more.”
jason fucks you like he was about to lose you then, when he looks up and sees your eyes rolling and the tear streaks on your face. letting go of your arms to lift you up and over him. he rolls onto his back and seats you in his lap, never pulling completely out, just enough that you feel what you’d need to retake.
“okay princess,” he coos. “i’ll help, yeah?”
already exhausted but willingly to please him, you grip his shoulders and start to grind down into him. he cups your ass and lifts you up, letting your weight back onto him over and over. the mix of your arousal making it easier to fuck up into you as he holds you effortlessly. shifting your hips against him weakly, jason decides to take up the task entirely but not until he really sees you struggle to fit him inside you.
a couple more whines escape you as you attempt to move, taking an inch deeper just to grind against his pelvis. minutes go by like this, when he tries to tell you it’s okay and he can do it, you shake your head like you’re already gone. then you tell him you can handle it.
both of you know you can’t.
another roll of your hips against his where a broken moan pulls him out his head causes jason’s brain to flip. he doesn’t just hold you anymore, no, he starts to get meaner. not like he wants to hurt you, but he wanted to give you what he’s wanted all night—to fuck you full.
thrusting up again and again while he watches your face contort, slowly melting onto his chest while he sits up further. moving you up and down onto him, biting his lips to control his moans when you whimper his name. then he can’t even hide that. groans and moans, gasps and sighs—they fill your ears like sinful symphony as he works himself up further. he listens to the praises you say in his ear while he does the work you should’ve, fucking up into you as though on a mission. his pace picks up as he feels you moving back into him, matching his thrusts with your own.
the peak sneaks up on you when he tangles his hand in your hair to get a look at your face. pulling just enough to see your expression and gasp when he continues his ministrations.
“i wanna watch you let go for me.” he admits. “you gonna let me? huh baby? can i come inside you?” breathy voice coaxing you.
you nod vigorously as the pace begins to falter and his throats only become deeper as though he wanted to get closer to you.
it’s enough to stir you on. enough to push you right over the edge as you see his pink, bitten lips and the flush on his cheeks. the ruffle in his hair that proved how long this had been going on for. he looked so incredibly hot, you could die a happy woman tonight just from his good he’s fucked you.
through the peak, he carries you over, not stopping and not pausing his filthy promises. you’re clamping down around him when he sputters your name, groaning harshly and prolonging the feeling. you can feel him reaching his climax, bucking into you and movements stuttering. when he comes, you feel the pulses. the waves of intense pleasure as the veins drag against you and he overstimulates himself. then he reaches between you to circle your sensitive bud, thrusting sloppily as you’re limp against him and throwing you into another orgasm.
practically screaming his name as you muffle a cry into his shoulder, barring your teeth and taking a bite of his supple skin. shaking as he fucks you through another climax and pushes his seed deeper into you. hand slipping off his shoulder as he slows his movements. groaning softly by your ear as he makes shallow bucks as though he didn’t want this to end.
but fucked out in his arms is his lover, drenched in sweat and slick that he didn’t know had even reached those places. and still, he was buried inside you with no indication of wanting to move.
minutes go by like this, both of you entirely spent and trying to catch your breath. he’s first to look at you and ensure that he hadn’t harmed you. eyes closed and lips parted, panting hard like you’d run a marathon as jason looks the same. leaning back further just to see the look on your face, jason kisses your forehead then.
“was that okay?” he twists at your heartstrings. “did i hurt you?”
still he was questioning himself and you were just coherent enough to shake your head and speak in a slur. “you’re perfect. my perfect boy.”
the breathy words only made him smile. his grin wide and toothy as he kisses the top of your head over and over. ignoring how your hair stuck to your head, hoping you’d do the same to him.
“sweet girl.” murmuring between kisses that felt like cuteness aggression. “i love you so, so much.”
you hum as you nuzzle into his chest. “mmhmf, i love you too.”
still cheesing, he holds you tight against him. part of him felt like he was dreaming with how much he loved you. his body shaking with restraint as he twitched inside you but he knew you were too exhausted to go again. leaning himself back onto the mattress to tuck you against him further, holding you there like something sacred. as though you would run or get taken away if he faltered his hold at all.
the hold on you only grounding as though you were floating over your body still, ghosting like he’d fucked you into the afterlife. sleep eases its way through your body and jason absorbs it.
only minutes later you’re completely asleep, snoring peacefully as jason drools on your head.
and there’s no place you’d rather be.
forgive me for this filth. i’m never a normal person when i’m ovulating…
one of the sexiest things about him was his mind. how much he knew, like random facts that would win you a grand prize in a game show about books or historical events. or even about you and what makes you tick. where you liked to eat and how you’d crack your knuckles. he always knew.
his attention to detail was unmatched because he is an amazing observer.
he knew you so deeply that it was like he studied you in the same way he searched for information. kept your image close to his heart that it burned to memory like a brand.
though you hadn’t yet gotten further with jason than making out hard and panting even harder, you knew he was the type to prioritize your pleasure over his. when you started touching more intimately, he saw how much you liked him and felt more confident in how heavily he felt for you. he’d hold those moments with the same tenderness he held your hand with on your first date, devotion leaking from his pores.
but jason wasn’t prepared to see how he could completely ruin you when it translated to bed. he didn’t even know he was capable of it, though once he got a taste, he knew he was unconditionally yours. mapping out roads around your body and marking the spot that made you make the most noises. memorizing the map that led to what he really wanted.
the first time was after a week that was horribly cold and you clung to jason like a second skin. overtime, his warm hands fell to between your thighs and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. shakily, more afraid of hurting you than anything else. though entirely skilled, he knew exactly what makes you tick. every single button he pressed made the experience all the more memorable. every touch and every praise, jason made it comfortable and safe like it was his priority because it is.
now he’s got you pinned under him just like every other time, hand running up your side while he just barely restrained himself. almost as though he’s afraid of hurting you somehow.
dragging his heavy, weeping tip through your folds. letting the weight rest against you after prepping for what felt like eternity. the resistance is hardly there at this point, but even now, jason’s bigger than anyone could gauge. what you’d imagined in your mind was ten times fold with him and the girth he harboured was a little daunting.
“i got you princess.” he breathes. “will you let me in?”
eyes staring into his as heart shapes form on the thin air, you nod breathlessly.
you’re not one to back down from a challenge, right?
then he presses forward and kisses you at the same time, swallowing down the gasp that took your breath. only an inch inside and he’s the one shaking already, cupping your face with one hand and fisting the bedsheet by your head with the other.
the stretch is incredible. the sheer size of him both unwarranted and ridiculously impressive. but when you consider his soft spoken voice and the gentle rasp that shook you to your core, it only made your arousal greater. he drops his head to your cheek and kisses your face gently. then he lets his lips trail down your jaw, licking down then he could tuck his head in your neck and breathe you in. rocking into you slow like he was afraid to fully seat himself inside you.
jason whimpers your name softly when you tense. “ease up ma.” before letting a hand circle your clit.
“i’m sorry,” breath shakily as you wrap your ankles around his back. “you’re really big.”
something in his perfect face melts and his lips upturn. he stops his hips from moving any further.“don’t apologize to me, i should be doing that. god, please don’t tell me i’m hurting you.”
but the wait was eating you up. the feeling of him there and not giving you it all was building and the ache was defeaning.
you needed all of him.
you shake your head and try to buck into him further, but jason’s hand shifts to your hip and holds you firm. still holding himself back for some reason unknown to you. a whine slips from your lips when you try to get closer and he groans like the action was ruining him.
this time, you decide to plead. “i want it all. jay”
blinking down at you, he shifts his gaze from eye to eye. needing the reassurance as though he truly believed you were saving his feelings.
“are you sure?”
you nod and part your lips, biting your lip softly as the pressure rests there. “please.”
then jason leans down and you think he’s going to kiss you. plump lips pink and swollen with tension as he washes his eyes over your face. resting his forehead on yours before closing his eyes and still not moving his hips yet. just letting the weight of what would fill you stay just in reach but out of touch.
like a threat.
like a promise.
“i love you so much.” he admits before pressing his lips to yours, muffling any response you could’ve had.
you moan into his mouth then, half surprise and pleasure. the feeling was unreal. the stretch around him stole the air from your lungs even though he was moving so slowly.
he pressed forward and despite the pleasureful pain it caused, letting your ankles dig into his back and pull him deeper until he was fully seated inside you. a tear slips down your face just as he parts from you to breathe and a cry escapes past your lips.
the sound is enough to startle jason. he pulls back as the tear is enough to make him second guess himself. fear echoes across on his face.
“shit—did i hurt you?”
taking a moment to compose yourself, you shake your head warily. “no,” the sound another muffled cry as he stayed impossibly still, unsure what to do.
“sweetheart you’re crying,” leaning back trying to pull his weight off of you.
though you don’t let him move far. tightening your hold on him and locking your ankles.
“stay,” gripping him close for dear life.
his eyes stay unwavering and his hips stay still. he reaches up for your face again and brushes his thumb over your cheek before he nods at your determination.
“okay,” shakily he says. “but if it hurts—”
“it doesn’t.” you quickly interrupt. “i promise, it feels good.”
a slow smile creeps up his face. “yeah? you feel good?”
you nod again and stare straight at his lips, urging him on. slowly his resolve crumbles and he lands closer to your face to kiss you once again. pressing his perfect lips to yours like a seal and a lock.
just then he adjusts his hips, shifting them forward and rocking into you. he watches as your breath hitches and your fingernails dig into your palms. head drawing back to drown into the pillow beneath it. he groans at the slight resistance created in the friction but eases up until you let him in so easily. hands on your hips tight but not hurting, just enough to remind you where he was.
he takes your hands and pries your fingers up, interlocking them with his to distract you from the sensation. slowly inching his way inside until the tears in your eyes were accompanied by gentle moans.
then you drag him closer once again and he lets you interlock your ankles behind him.
“let me do the work,” panting by your ear. “let me show you.”
wiping the tears from your cheeks, he smiles. teeth shining brightly as he strokes your cheeks with his thumb. then when you smile, he returns it back.
finally he bottoms out with a soft sputter on his tongue. completely unable to mask his weight behind his heavy hips, touching your cervix from this angle. your nails dig into his hand, needing to be grounded and feel him completely. but part of you wanted to guide him even closer though you knew it was probably impossible at this point. jason pants heavily, putting your hands up higher and higher until they rested just above your head.
the ministrations resume and he moves with less restraint than you’d started with. watching how your expressions changed and the sounds escaped your lips quicker with every movement.
his deep thrusts could’ve knocked the air from your lungs but he was doing it so slowly as he inched himself further, it melted away. pleasureful bliss blooms across your skin as he kisses your neck. leaving open mouthed smooches up to your face and worked back down, surely leaving marks in their wake.
“please jay,” moaning out as though he wasn’t already fucking you. “more.”
jason fucks you like he was about to lose you then, when he looks up and sees your eyes rolling and the tear streaks on your face. letting go of your arms to lift you up and over him. he rolls onto his back and seats you in his lap, never pulling completely out, just enough that you feel what you’d need to retake.
“okay princess,” he coos. “i’ll help, yeah?”
already exhausted but willingly to please him, you grip his shoulders and start to grind down into him. he cups your ass and lifts you up, letting your weight back onto him over and over. the mix of your arousal making it easier to fuck up into you as he holds you effortlessly. shifting your hips against him weakly, jason decides to take up the task entirely but not until he really sees you struggle to fit him inside you.
a couple more whines escape you as you attempt to move, taking an inch deeper just to grind against his pelvis. minutes go by like this, when he tries to tell you it’s okay and he can do it, you shake your head like you’re already gone. then you tell him you can handle it.
both of you know you can’t.
another roll of your hips against his where a broken moan pulls him out his head causes jason’s brain to flip. he doesn’t just hold you anymore, no, he starts to get meaner. not like he wants to hurt you, but he wanted to give you what he’s wanted all night—to fuck you full.
thrusting up again and again while he watches your face contort, slowly melting onto his chest while he sits up further. moving you up and down onto him, biting his lips to control his moans when you whimper his name. then he can’t even hide that. groans and moans, gasps and sighs—they fill your ears like sinful symphony as he works himself up further. he listens to the praises you say in his ear while he does the work you should’ve, fucking up into you as though on a mission. his pace picks up as he feels you moving back into him, matching his thrusts with your own.
the peak sneaks up on you when he tangles his hand in your hair to get a look at your face. pulling just enough to see your expression and gasp when he continues his ministrations.
“i wanna watch you let go for me.” he admits. “you gonna let me? huh baby? can i come inside you?” breathy voice coaxing you.
you nod vigorously as the pace begins to falter and his throats only become deeper as though he wanted to get closer to you.
it’s enough to stir you on. enough to push you right over the edge as you see his pink, bitten lips and the flush on his cheeks. the ruffle in his hair that proved how long this had been going on for. he looked so incredibly hot, you could die a happy woman tonight just from his good he’s fucked you.
through the peak, he carries you over, not stopping and not pausing his filthy promises. you’re clamping down around him when he sputters your name, groaning harshly and prolonging the feeling. you can feel him reaching his climax, bucking into you and movements stuttering. when he comes, you feel the pulses. the waves of intense pleasure as the veins drag against you and he overstimulates himself. then he reaches between you to circle your sensitive bud, thrusting sloppily as you’re limp against him and throwing you into another orgasm.
practically screaming his name as you muffle a cry into his shoulder, barring your teeth and taking a bite of his supple skin. shaking as he fucks you through another climax and pushes his seed deeper into you. hand slipping off his shoulder as he slows his movements. groaning softly by your ear as he makes shallow bucks as though he didn’t want this to end.
but fucked out in his arms is his lover, drenched in sweat and slick that he didn’t know had even reached those places. and still, he was buried inside you with no indication of wanting to move.
minutes go by like this, both of you entirely spent and trying to catch your breath. he’s first to look at you and ensure that he hadn’t harmed you. eyes closed and lips parted, panting hard like you’d run a marathon as jason looks the same. leaning back further just to see the look on your face, jason kisses your forehead then.
“was that okay?” he twists at your heartstrings. “did i hurt you?”
still he was questioning himself and you were just coherent enough to shake your head and speak in a slur. “you’re perfect. my perfect boy.”
the breathy words only made him smile. his grin wide and toothy as he kisses the top of your head over and over. ignoring how your hair stuck to your head, hoping you’d do the same to him.
“sweet girl.” murmuring between kisses that felt like cuteness aggression. “i love you so, so much.”
you hum as you nuzzle into his chest. “mmhmf, i love you too.”
still cheesing, he holds you tight against him. part of him felt like he was dreaming with how much he loved you. his body shaking with restraint as he twitched inside you but he knew you were too exhausted to go again. leaning himself back onto the mattress to tuck you against him further, holding you there like something sacred. as though you would run or get taken away if he faltered his hold at all.
the hold on you only grounding as though you were floating over your body still, ghosting like he’d fucked you into the afterlife. sleep eases its way through your body and jason absorbs it.
only minutes later you’re completely asleep, snoring peacefully as jason drools on your head.
and there’s no place you’d rather be.
forgive me for this filth. i’m never a normal person when i’m ovulating…
one of the sexiest things about him was his mind. how much he knew, like random facts that would win you a grand prize in a game show about books or historical events. or even about you and what makes you tick. where you liked to eat and how you’d crack your knuckles. he always knew.
his attention to detail was unmatched because he is an amazing observer.
he knew you so deeply that it was like he studied you in the same way he searched for information. kept your image close to his heart that it burned to memory like a brand.
though you hadn’t yet gotten further with jason than making out hard and panting even harder, you knew he was the type to prioritize your pleasure over his. when you started touching more intimately, he saw how much you liked him and felt more confident in how heavily he felt for you. he’d hold those moments with the same tenderness he held your hand with on your first date, devotion leaking from his pores.
but jason wasn’t prepared to see how he could completely ruin you when it translated to bed. he didn’t even know he was capable of it, though once he got a taste, he knew he was unconditionally yours. mapping out roads around your body and marking the spot that made you make the most noises. memorizing the map that led to what he really wanted.
the first time was after a week that was horribly cold and you clung to jason like a second skin. overtime, his warm hands fell to between your thighs and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. shakily, more afraid of hurting you than anything else. though entirely skilled, he knew exactly what makes you tick. every single button he pressed made the experience all the more memorable. every touch and every praise, jason made it comfortable and safe like it was his priority because it is.
now he’s got you pinned under him just like every other time, hand running up your side while he just barely restrained himself. almost as though he’s afraid of hurting you somehow.
dragging his heavy, weeping tip through your folds. letting the weight rest against you after prepping for what felt like eternity. the resistance is hardly there at this point, but even now, jason’s bigger than anyone could gauge. what you’d imagined in your mind was ten times fold with him and the girth he harboured was a little daunting.
“i got you princess.” he breathes. “will you let me in?”
eyes staring into his as heart shapes form on the thin air, you nod breathlessly.
you’re not one to back down from a challenge, right?
then he presses forward and kisses you at the same time, swallowing down the gasp that took your breath. only an inch inside and he’s the one shaking already, cupping your face with one hand and fisting the bedsheet by your head with the other.
the stretch is incredible. the sheer size of him both unwarranted and ridiculously impressive. but when you consider his soft spoken voice and the gentle rasp that shook you to your core, it only made your arousal greater. he drops his head to your cheek and kisses your face gently. then he lets his lips trail down your jaw, licking down then he could tuck his head in your neck and breathe you in. rocking into you slow like he was afraid to fully seat himself inside you.
jason whimpers your name softly when you tense. “ease up ma.” before letting a hand circle your clit.
“i’m sorry,” breath shakily as you wrap your ankles around his back. “you’re really big.”
something in his perfect face melts and his lips upturn. he stops his hips from moving any further.“don’t apologize to me, i should be doing that. god, please don’t tell me i’m hurting you.”
but the wait was eating you up. the feeling of him there and not giving you it all was building and the ache was defeaning.
you needed all of him.
you shake your head and try to buck into him further, but jason’s hand shifts to your hip and holds you firm. still holding himself back for some reason unknown to you. a whine slips from your lips when you try to get closer and he groans like the action was ruining him.
this time, you decide to plead. “i want it all. jay”
blinking down at you, he shifts his gaze from eye to eye. needing the reassurance as though he truly believed you were saving his feelings.
“are you sure?”
you nod and part your lips, biting your lip softly as the pressure rests there. “please.”
then jason leans down and you think he’s going to kiss you. plump lips pink and swollen with tension as he washes his eyes over your face. resting his forehead on yours before closing his eyes and still not moving his hips yet. just letting the weight of what would fill you stay just in reach but out of touch.
like a threat.
like a promise.
“i love you so much.” he admits before pressing his lips to yours, muffling any response you could’ve had.
you moan into his mouth then, half surprise and pleasure. the feeling was unreal. the stretch around him stole the air from your lungs even though he was moving so slowly.
he pressed forward and despite the pleasureful pain it caused, letting your ankles dig into his back and pull him deeper until he was fully seated inside you. a tear slips down your face just as he parts from you to breathe and a cry escapes past your lips.
the sound is enough to startle jason. he pulls back as the tear is enough to make him second guess himself. fear echoes across on his face.
“shit—did i hurt you?”
taking a moment to compose yourself, you shake your head warily. “no,” the sound another muffled cry as he stayed impossibly still, unsure what to do.
“sweetheart you’re crying,” leaning back trying to pull his weight off of you.
though you don’t let him move far. tightening your hold on him and locking your ankles.
“stay,” gripping him close for dear life.
his eyes stay unwavering and his hips stay still. he reaches up for your face again and brushes his thumb over your cheek before he nods at your determination.
“okay,” shakily he says. “but if it hurts—”
“it doesn’t.” you quickly interrupt. “i promise, it feels good.”
a slow smile creeps up his face. “yeah? you feel good?”
you nod again and stare straight at his lips, urging him on. slowly his resolve crumbles and he lands closer to your face to kiss you once again. pressing his perfect lips to yours like a seal and a lock.
just then he adjusts his hips, shifting them forward and rocking into you. he watches as your breath hitches and your fingernails dig into your palms. head drawing back to drown into the pillow beneath it. he groans at the slight resistance created in the friction but eases up until you let him in so easily. hands on your hips tight but not hurting, just enough to remind you where he was.
he takes your hands and pries your fingers up, interlocking them with his to distract you from the sensation. slowly inching his way inside until the tears in your eyes were accompanied by gentle moans.
then you drag him closer once again and he lets you interlock your ankles behind him.
“let me do the work,” panting by your ear. “let me show you.”
wiping the tears from your cheeks, he smiles. teeth shining brightly as he strokes your cheeks with his thumb. then when you smile, he returns it back.
finally he bottoms out with a soft sputter on his tongue. completely unable to mask his weight behind his heavy hips, touching your cervix from this angle. your nails dig into his hand, needing to be grounded and feel him completely. but part of you wanted to guide him even closer though you knew it was probably impossible at this point. jason pants heavily, putting your hands up higher and higher until they rested just above your head.
the ministrations resume and he moves with less restraint than you’d started with. watching how your expressions changed and the sounds escaped your lips quicker with every movement.
his deep thrusts could’ve knocked the air from your lungs but he was doing it so slowly as he inched himself further, it melted away. pleasureful bliss blooms across your skin as he kisses your neck. leaving open mouthed smooches up to your face and worked back down, surely leaving marks in their wake.
“please jay,” moaning out as though he wasn’t already fucking you. “more.”
jason fucks you like he was about to lose you then, when he looks up and sees your eyes rolling and the tear streaks on your face. letting go of your arms to lift you up and over him. he rolls onto his back and seats you in his lap, never pulling completely out, just enough that you feel what you’d need to retake.
“okay princess,” he coos. “i’ll help, yeah?”
already exhausted but willingly to please him, you grip his shoulders and start to grind down into him. he cups your ass and lifts you up, letting your weight back onto him over and over. the mix of your arousal making it easier to fuck up into you as he holds you effortlessly. shifting your hips against him weakly, jason decides to take up the task entirely but not until he really sees you struggle to fit him inside you.
a couple more whines escape you as you attempt to move, taking an inch deeper just to grind against his pelvis. minutes go by like this, when he tries to tell you it’s okay and he can do it, you shake your head like you’re already gone. then you tell him you can handle it.
both of you know you can’t.
another roll of your hips against his where a broken moan pulls him out his head causes jason’s brain to flip. he doesn’t just hold you anymore, no, he starts to get meaner. not like he wants to hurt you, but he wanted to give you what he’s wanted all night—to fuck you full.
thrusting up again and again while he watches your face contort, slowly melting onto his chest while he sits up further. moving you up and down onto him, biting his lips to control his moans when you whimper his name. then he can’t even hide that. groans and moans, gasps and sighs—they fill your ears like sinful symphony as he works himself up further. he listens to the praises you say in his ear while he does the work you should’ve, fucking up into you as though on a mission. his pace picks up as he feels you moving back into him, matching his thrusts with your own.
the peak sneaks up on you when he tangles his hand in your hair to get a look at your face. pulling just enough to see your expression and gasp when he continues his ministrations.
“i wanna watch you let go for me.” he admits. “you gonna let me? huh baby? can i come inside you?” breathy voice coaxing you.
you nod vigorously as the pace begins to falter and his throats only become deeper as though he wanted to get closer to you.
it’s enough to stir you on. enough to push you right over the edge as you see his pink, bitten lips and the flush on his cheeks. the ruffle in his hair that proved how long this had been going on for. he looked so incredibly hot, you could die a happy woman tonight just from his good he’s fucked you.
through the peak, he carries you over, not stopping and not pausing his filthy promises. you’re clamping down around him when he sputters your name, groaning harshly and prolonging the feeling. you can feel him reaching his climax, bucking into you and movements stuttering. when he comes, you feel the pulses. the waves of intense pleasure as the veins drag against you and he overstimulates himself. then he reaches between you to circle your sensitive bud, thrusting sloppily as you’re limp against him and throwing you into another orgasm.
practically screaming his name as you muffle a cry into his shoulder, barring your teeth and taking a bite of his supple skin. shaking as he fucks you through another climax and pushes his seed deeper into you. hand slipping off his shoulder as he slows his movements. groaning softly by your ear as he makes shallow bucks as though he didn’t want this to end.
but fucked out in his arms is his lover, drenched in sweat and slick that he didn’t know had even reached those places. and still, he was buried inside you with no indication of wanting to move.
minutes go by like this, both of you entirely spent and trying to catch your breath. he’s first to look at you and ensure that he hadn’t harmed you. eyes closed and lips parted, panting hard like you’d run a marathon as jason looks the same. leaning back further just to see the look on your face, jason kisses your forehead then.
“was that okay?” he twists at your heartstrings. “did i hurt you?”
still he was questioning himself and you were just coherent enough to shake your head and speak in a slur. “you’re perfect. my perfect boy.”
the breathy words only made him smile. his grin wide and toothy as he kisses the top of your head over and over. ignoring how your hair stuck to your head, hoping you’d do the same to him.
“sweet girl.” murmuring between kisses that felt like cuteness aggression. “i love you so, so much.”
you hum as you nuzzle into his chest. “mmhmf, i love you too.”
still cheesing, he holds you tight against him. part of him felt like he was dreaming with how much he loved you. his body shaking with restraint as he twitched inside you but he knew you were too exhausted to go again. leaning himself back onto the mattress to tuck you against him further, holding you there like something sacred. as though you would run or get taken away if he faltered his hold at all.
the hold on you only grounding as though you were floating over your body still, ghosting like he’d fucked you into the afterlife. sleep eases its way through your body and jason absorbs it.
only minutes later you’re completely asleep, snoring peacefully as jason drools on your head.
and there’s no place you’d rather be.
forgive me for this filth. i’m never a normal person when i’m ovulating…
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though one of the sexiest things about him is his mind. how much he knew, like random facts that would win you a grand prize in a game show about books or historical events. or even about you and what makes you tick. where you liked to eat and how you’d crack your knuckles. he always knew.
his attention to detail was unmatched because he is an amazing observer.
he knew you so deeply that it was like he studied you in the same way he searched for information. kept your image close to his heart and burned it to memory like a brand.
but you hadn’t yet gotten further with jason other than making out hard and panting even harder, you knew he was the type to prioritize your pleasure over his. when you started touching more intimately, he saw how much you liked him and felt more confident in how heavily he felt for you. he’d hold those moments with the same tenderness he held your hand with on your first date, devotion leaking from his pores.
jason wasn’t prepared to see how he could completely ruin you when it translated to bed. he didn’t even know he was capable of it, though once he got a taste, he knew he was unconditionally yours. mapping out roads around your body and marking the spot that made you make the most noises. memorizing the map that led to what he really wanted.
the first time was after a week that was horribly cold and you clung to jason like a second skin. overtime, his warm hands fell to between your thighs and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. shakily, more afraid of hurting you than anything else. though entirely skilled, he knew exactly what makes you tick. every single button he pressed made the experience all the more memorable. every touch and every praise, jason made it comfortable and safe like it was his priority because it is.
now its getting hot and heavy. he’s got you pinned under him hand running up your side while he just barely restrained himself. taking your panties off of you so slowly, unwrapping you like a gift he is oh so grateful to receive.
as though he’s afraid of hurting you somehow.
dragging his heavy, weeping tip through your folds. letting the weight rest against you after prepping for what felt like eternity. the resistance is hardly there at this point, but even now, jason’s bigger than anyone could gauge. what you’d imagined in your mind was ten times fold with him and the girth he harboured was a little daunting.
“i got you princess.” he breathes. “will you let me in?”
eyes staring into his as heart shapes form in the thin air, you nod breathlessly.
you’re not one to back down from a challenge, right?
then he presses forward and kisses you at the same time, swallowing down the gasp that took your breath. only an inch inside and he’s the one shaking already, cupping your face with one hand and fisting the bedsheet by your head with the other.
the stretch is incredible. the sheer size of him both unwarranted and ridiculously impressive. but when you consider his soft spoken voice and the gentle rasp that shook you to your core, it only made your arousal greater.
he drops his head to your cheek and kisses your face gently. then he lets his lips trail down your jaw, licking down then he could tuck his head in your neck and breathe you in. rocking into you slow like he was afraid to fully seat himself inside.
jason whimpers your name softly when you tense. “ease up ma.” before letting a hand circle your clit.
“i’m sorry,” breath shakily as you wrap your ankles around his back. “you’re really big.”
something in his perfect face melts and his lips upturn. he stops his hips from moving any further. “don’t apologize to me, i should be doing that. god, please don’t tell me i’m hurting you.”
but the wait was eating you up. the feeling of him there and not giving you it all was building and the ache was defeaning.
you needed all of him.
you shake your head and try to buck into him further, but jason’s hand shifts to your hip and holds you firm. still holding himself back for some reason unknown to you. a whine slips from your lips when you try to get closer and he groans like the action was ruining him.
this time, you decide to plead. “i want it all jay”
blinking down at you, he shifts his gaze from eye to eye. needing the reassurance as though he truly believed you were saving his feelings.
“are you sure?”
you nod and part your lips, biting your lip softly as the pressure rests there. “please.”
then jason leans down and you think he’s going to kiss you. plump lips pink and swollen with tension as he washes his eyes over your face. resting his forehead on yours before closing his eyes and still not moving his hips yet. just letting the weight of what would fill you stay just in reach but out of touch.
like a threat that’s more like a promise.
“i love you so much.” he admits before pressing his lips to yours, muffling any response you could’ve had.
you moan into his mouth then, half surprise and pleasure. the feeling was unreal. the stretch around him stole the air from your lungs even though he was moving so slowly.
he pressed forward and despite the pleasureful pain it caused, letting your ankles dig into his back and pull him deeper until he was fully seated inside you. a tear slips down your face just as he parts from you to breathe and a cry escapes past your lips.
the sound is enough to startle jason and halt any movement. he pulls back as your tear strikes fear echoes across on his face, thinking you were in pain from him doing.
“shit—did i hurt you?”
taking a moment to compose yourself, you shake your head warily. “no,” the sound another muffled cry as he stayed impossibly still, unsure what to do.
“sweetheart, you’re crying,” leaning back trying to pull his weight off of you.
though you don’t let him move far, tightening your hold on him and locking your ankles.
“stay,” gripping him close for dear life.
his eyes stay unwavering and his hips stay still. he reaches up for your face again and brushes his thumb over your cheek before he nods at your determination.
“okay,” shakily he says. “but if it hurts—”
“it doesn’t.” you quickly interrupt. “i promise, it feels good.”
a slow smile creeps up his face. “yeah? you feel good?”
you nod again and stare straight at his lips, urging him on. slowly his resolve crumbles and he lands closer to your face to kiss you once again. pressing his perfect lips to yours like a seal and a lock.
just then he adjusts his hips, shifting them forward and rocking into you. he watches as your breath hitches and your fingernails dig into your palms. head drawing back to drown into the pillow beneath it. he groans at the slight resistance created in the friction but eases up until you let him in so easily. hands on your hips tight but not hurting, just enough to remind you where he was.
he takes your hands and pries your fingers up, interlocking them with his to distract you from the sensation. slowly inching his way inside until the tears in your eyes were accompanied by gentle moans.
then you drag him closer once again and he lets you interlock your ankles behind him.
“let me do the work,” panting by your ear. “let me show you how i love you.”
wiping your tears, his teeth shine brightly as he smiles and soothingly strokes your face. impossible gentleness from his calloused hands. when the words die, he converses with his eyes you could drown inside of.
finally he bottoms out with a soft sputter on his tongue, completely unable to mask his weight behind his heavy hips, touching your cervix from this angle. nailing dig into his hand, needing to be grounded and feel him completely, jason pants heavily. he brings your hands up higher until they rested just above your head. the loving frame he posed you in was so evident you could cry. instead, you paint him in the same light.
the ministrations resume and he moves with less restraint than you’d started with. watching how your expressions changed and the sounds escaped your lips quicker with every movement.
his deep thrusts could’ve knocked the air from your lungs but he was doing it so slowly as he inched himself further, it melted away. pleasureful bliss blooms across your skin as he kisses your neck. leaving open mouthed smooches up to your face and worked back down, surely leaving marks in their wake.
“please jay,” moaning out as though he wasn’t already fucking you. “more.”
jason fucks you like he was about to lose you then, when he looks up and sees your eyes rolling and the tear streaks on your face. letting go of your arms to lift you up and over him. he rolls onto his back and seats you in his lap, never pulling completely out, just enough that you feel what you’d need to retake.
“okay princess,” he coos. “i’ll help, yeah?”
already exhausted but willingly to please him, you grip his shoulders and start to grind down into him. he cups your ass and lifts you up, letting your weight back onto him over and over. the mix of your arousal making it easier to fuck up into you as he holds you effortlessly. shifting your hips against him weakly, jason decides to take up the task entirely but not until he really sees you struggle to fit him inside you.
a couple more whines escape you as you attempt to move, taking an inch deeper just to grind against his pelvis. minutes go by like this, when he tries to tell you it’s okay and he can do it, you shake your head like you’re already gone. then you tell him you can handle it.
both of you know you can’t.
another roll of your hips against his where a broken moan pulls him out his head causes jason’s brain to flip. he doesn’t just hold you anymore, no, he starts to get meaner. not like he wants to hurt you, but he wanted to give you what he’s wanted all night—to fuck you full.
thrusting up again and again while he watches your face contort, slowly melting onto his chest while he sits up further. moving you up and down onto him, biting his lips to control his moans when you whimper his name. then he can’t even hide that. groans and moans, gasps and sighs—they fill your ears like sinful symphony as he works himself up further. he listens to the praises you say in his ear while he does the work you should’ve, fucking up into you as though on a mission. his pace picks up as he feels you moving back into him, matching his thrusts with your own.
the peak sneaks up on you when he tangles his hand in your hair to get a look at your face. pulling just enough to see your expression and gasp when he continues his ministrations.
“i wanna watch you let go for me.” nearly whining when he admits. “you gonna let me come inside you? please?” his breathy voice coaxing you.
vigorously you nod as his pace begins to falter and his thrusts only become deeper as though he wanted to get closer.
it’s enough to spur you on. enough to push you right over the edge as you see his pink, bitten lips and the flush on his cheeks. the ruffle in his hair that proved how long this had been going on for. he looked so incredibly hot, you could die a happy woman tonight just from his good he’s fucked you.
through the peak, he carries you over, not stopping and not pausing his filthy promises. you’re clamping down around him when he sputters your name, groaning harshly and prolonging the feeling. you can feel him reaching his climax, bucking into you and movements stuttering. when he comes, you feel the pulses as he fills you. rope after rope painting you white from within. the waves of intense pleasure as his veins drag and he starts overstimulates himself. then he reaches between you to circle your sensitive bud, thrusting sloppily as you’re limp against him and throwing you into another orgasm.
practically screaming his name as you muffle a cry into his shoulder, barring your teeth and taking a bite of his supple skin. shaking as he fucks you through another climax and pushes his seed deeper inside. hand slipping off his shoulder as he slows his movements. groaning softly by your ear as he makes shallow bucks as though he didn’t want this to end.
but fucked out in his arms is his lover, drenched in sweat and slick that he didn’t know had even reached those places. and still, he was buried inside you with no indication of wanting to move.
minutes go by like this, both of you entirely spent and trying to catch your breath. he’s first to look at you and ensure that he hadn’t harmed you. eyes closed and lips parted, panting hard like you’d run a marathon as jason looks the same. leaning back further just to see the look on your face, jason kisses your forehead then.
“was that okay?” he twists at your heartstrings. “did i hurt you?”
still he was questioning himself and you were just coherent enough to shake your head and speak in a slur. “you’re perfect. my perfect boy.”
the breathy words only made him smile. his grin wide and toothy as he kisses the top of your head over and over. ignoring how your hair stuck to your head, hoping you’d do the same to him.
“sweet baby.” murmuring between his rough kisses that felt like cuteness aggression towards you. “i love you so, so much.”
you hum as you nuzzle into his chest. “mmhmf, i love you too.”
still cheesing, he holds you tight against him. part of him felt like he was dreaming with how much he loved you. his body shaking with restraint as he twitched inside you but he knew you were too exhausted to go again. leaning himself back onto the mattress to tuck you against him further, holding you there like something sacred. as though you would run or get taken away if he faltered his hold at all.
the hold on you only grounding as though you were floating over your body still, ghosting like he’d fucked you into the afterlife. sleep eases its way through your body and jason absorbs it.
only minutes later you’re completely asleep, snoring peacefully as jason drools on your head.
and there’s no place you’d rather be.
forgive me for this filth. i’m never a normal person when i’m ovulating…
While the desperation was evident on Jason’s face, the reality of his betrayal only made your skin crawl.
Just the look of him had summoned an annoyance and discomfort so heavy that you were sure he could see it. His fingers curled around your waist and dragged you closer so he could drop his head in the crook of your neck.
“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No.” Finality in your tone. “Go away Jason.”
He whines like a dog. “I didn’t mean to do it ma. I swear it meant nothing to me.”
Sighing hard, you shove his head off of you and grab his chin. “Oh, so cheating on me meant nothing to you?”
His expression shifts and his brows lift. “I didn’t cheat on you, I just, I—I forgot.”
The scoff that came from deep in your core felt like a knife cutting through his skin. He knew he fucked up. He knew it was over for him.
Already shaking your head as his puppy eyes bore into yours. “Right, so you forgot about your girlfriend? That makes it so much better.”
Gripping onto you tighter even when you try to pull from him again, he practically turns into a puddle around you. Molding himself to your skin like this could suffice a means to your forgiveness.
“No. No. Nothing like that. How could I forget you? You’re perfect. It’s my fault. I should’ve known it could hurt you. I should’ve thought.”
A creep of satisfaction warms your skin.
Good, you thought. You’re trying to stiffle your snickers as he nuzzled closer to you like he’s rubbing his scent in. Though you keep your expression still and impossibly quiet. Like you hadn’t forgiven at all when you knew deep down, you could never hate him. Not really anyway.
Nuzzling his head into your chest, he makes a sound that reeked of desperation. Pleading for you to listen to him and hear him out just one last time.
“Say something please princess?”
You hum, pretending to think. Letting a hand run through his hair while he kept still, trying to evaluate where he fell now. “Okay fine. I forgive you.”
Perking up immediately, he looks up at you with sparkles on his pretty eyes. “Really? You do?”
Taking turns looking into each of his eyes, you nod. “Course baby. Just don’t do that again, okay?”
He takes your hand from his hair and kisses the back of it. Then the knuckles and the wrist, devotion evident in his actions that it brings a smile to your face. Jason continues peppering his kisses over your skin and sighs dreamily.
“I’ll never watch our show without you again okay?”
You can’t help but smile. “Not even if I’m not home for a couple days? Not even if you see spoilers?”
Eyes tracking his movements as he stilled and leaned up to look at you. His hard chest against yours as he pulls you flush against him on the couch, kissing the side of your face and nodding vigorously. Murmuring yes, over and over again.
“You’re way more entertaining than that damn dating show.”
You blink at him. “It’s called love island.”
“More like lust island.” He scoffs. Huffing and puffing, he buries his nose in your hair and pulls you impossibly close so you couldn’t escape him now. “They’re all so messy and I was bored out of my mind without you. You know I love drama ma.”
Reaching up and ruffling his hair, you pull his head up enough to kiss his forehead.
“Yes baby, I know you like dramatics. Now you have to watch the three episodes you watched without me again.”
Jason perks up a little. “Of course. I’ll rub your feet too if you want.”
Making a face at him, you giggle. “I don’t need you to—”
He’s already pulling off you and grabbing your legs, pulling off the socks and shaking his head.
“Nope. I should pay the price of betraying you. Don’t worry about me sweets, just pretend I’m not here.” Smiling ear to ear like he’s the one getting a reward here.
He hands you the remote and you raise a brow as he starts pressing his thumb into your heel. “You’re enjoying this too much for it to be a punishment.”
He quietly shushes you and places a gentle kiss to your ankle. “Watch your show ma.”
While the desperation was evident on Jason’s face, the reality of his betrayal only made your skin crawl.
Just the look of him had summoned an annoyance and discomfort so heavy that you were sure he could see it. His fingers curled around your waist and dragged you closer so he could drop his head in the crook of your neck.
“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No.” Finality in your tone. “Go away Jason.”
He whines like a dog. “I didn’t mean to do it ma. I swear it meant nothing to me.”
Sighing hard, you shove his head off of you and grab his chin. “Oh, so cheating on me meant nothing to you?”
His expression shifts and his brows lift. “I didn’t cheat on you, I just, I—I forgot.”
The scoff that came from deep in your core felt like a knife cutting through his skin. He knew he fucked up. He knew it was over for him.
Already shaking your head as his puppy eyes bore into yours. “Right, so you forgot about your girlfriend? That makes it so much better.”
Gripping onto you tighter even when you try to pull from him again, he practically turns into a puddle around you. Molding himself to your skin like this could suffice a means to your forgiveness.
“No. No. Nothing like that. How could I forget you? You’re perfect. It’s my fault. I should’ve known it could hurt you. I should’ve thought.”
A creep of satisfaction warms your skin.
Good, you thought. You’re trying to stiffle your snickers as he nuzzled closer to you like he’s rubbing his scent in. Though you keep your expression still and impossibly quiet. Like you hadn’t forgiven at all when you knew deep down, you could never hate him. Not really anyway.
Nuzzling his head into your chest, he makes a sound that reeked of desperation. Pleading for you to listen to him and hear him out just one last time.
“Say something please princess?”
You hum, pretending to think. Letting a hand run through his hair while he kept still, trying to evaluate where he fell now. “Okay fine. I forgive you.”
Perking up immediately, he looks up at you with sparkles on his pretty eyes. “Really? You do?”
Taking turns looking into each of his eyes, you nod. “Course baby. Just don’t do that again, okay?”
He takes your hand from his hair and kisses the back of it. Then the knuckles and the wrist, devotion evident in his actions that it brings a smile to your face. Jason continues peppering his kisses over your skin and sighs dreamily.
“I’ll never watch our show without you again okay?”
You can’t help but smile. “Not even if I’m not home for a couple days? Not even if you see spoilers?”
Eyes tracking his movements as he stilled and leaned up to look at you. His hard chest against yours as he pulls you flush against him on the couch, kissing the side of your face and nodding vigorously. Murmuring yes, over and over again.
“Nope. You’re more entertaining than that damn dating show.”
You blink at him. “It’s called love island.”
“More like lust island.” He scoffs. Huffing and puffing, he buries his nose in your hair and pulls you impossibly close so you couldn’t escape him now. “They’re all so messy and I was bored out of my mind without you. You know I love drama ma.”
Reaching up and ruffling his hair, you pull his head up enough to kiss his forehead.
“Yes baby, I know you like dramatics. Now you have to watch the three episodes you watched without me again.”
Jason perks up a little. “Of course. I’ll rub your feet too if you want.”
Making a face at him, you giggle. “I don’t need you to—”
He’s already pulling off you and grabbing your legs, pulling off the socks and shaking his head.
“Nope. I should pay the price of betraying you. Don’t worry about me sweets, just pretend I’m not here.” Smiling ear to ear like he’s the one getting a reward here.
He hands you the remote and you raise a brow as he starts pressing his thumb into your heel. “You’re enjoying this too much for it to be a punishment.”
He quietly shushes you and places a gentle kiss to your ankle. “Watch your show ma.”
While the desperation was evident on Jason’s face, the reality of his betrayal only made your skin crawl.
Just the look of him had summoned an annoyance and discomfort so heavy that you were sure he could see it. His fingers curled around your waist and dragged you closer so he could drop his head in the crook of your neck.
“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No.” Finality in your tone. “Go away Jason.”
He whines like a dog. “I didn’t mean to do it ma. I swear it meant nothing to me.”
Sighing hard, you shove his head off of you and grab his chin. “Oh, so cheating on me meant nothing to you?”
His expression shifts and his brows lift. “I didn’t cheat on you, I just, I—I forgot.”
The scoff that came from deep in your core felt like a knife cutting through his skin. He knew he fucked up. He knew it was over for him.
Already shaking your head as his puppy eyes bore into yours. “Right, so you forgot about your girlfriend? That makes it so much better.”
Gripping onto you tighter even when you try to pull from him again, he practically turns into a puddle around you. Molding himself to your skin like this could suffice a means to your forgiveness.
“No. No. Nothing like that. How could I forget you? You’re perfect. It’s my fault. I should’ve known it could hurt you. I should’ve thought.”
A creep of satisfaction warms your skin.
Good, you thought. You’re trying to stiffle your snickers as he nuzzled closer to you like he’s rubbing his scent in. Though you keep your expression still and impossibly quiet. Like you hadn’t forgiven at all when you knew deep down, you could never hate him. Not really anyway.
Nuzzling his head into your chest, he makes a sound that reeked of desperation. Pleading for you to listen to him and hear him out just one last time.
“Say something please princess?”
You hum, pretending to think. Letting a hand run through his hair while he kept still, trying to evaluate where he fell now. “Okay fine. I forgive you.”
Perking up immediately, he looks up at you with sparkles on his pretty eyes. “Really? You do?”
Taking turns looking into each of his eyes, you nod. “Course baby. Just don’t do that again, okay?”
He takes your hand from his hair and kisses the back of it. Then the knuckles and the wrist, devotion evident in his actions that it brings a smile to your face. Jason continues peppering his kisses over your skin and sighs dreamily.
“I’ll never watch our show without you again okay?”
You can’t help but smile. “Not even if I’m not home for a couple days? Not even if you see spoilers?”
Eyes tracking his movements as he stilled and leaned up to look at you. His hard chest against yours as he pulls you flush against him on the couch, kissing the side of your face and nodding vigorously. Murmuring yes, over and over again.
“Nope. You’re more entertaining than that damn dating show.”
You blink at him. “It’s called love island.”
“More like lust island.” He scoffs. Huffing and puffing, he buries his nose in your hair and pulls you impossibly close so you couldn’t escape him now. “They’re all so messy and I was bored out of my mind without you. You know I love drama ma.”
Reaching up and ruffling his hair, you pull his head up enough to kiss his forehead.
“Yes baby, I know you like dramatics. Now you have to watch the three episodes you watched without me again.”
Jason perks up a little. “Of course. I’ll rub your feet too if you want.”
Making a face at him, you giggle. “I don’t need you to—”
He’s already pulling off you and grabbing your legs, pulling off the socks and shaking his head.
“Nope. I should pay the price of betraying you. Don’t worry about me sweets, just pretend I’m not here.” Smiling ear to ear like he’s the one getting a reward here.
He hands you the remote and you raise a brow as he starts pressing his thumb into your heel. “You’re enjoying this too much for it to be a punishment.”
He quietly shushes you and places a gentle kiss to your ankle. “Watch your show ma.”
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While the desperation was evident on Jason’s face, the reality of his betrayal only made your skin crawl.
Just the look of him had summoned an annoyance and discomfort so heavy that you were sure he could see it. His fingers curled around your waist and dragged you closer so he could drop his head in the crook of your neck.
“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No.” Finality in your tone. “Go away Jason.”
He whines like a dog. “I didn’t mean to do it ma. I swear it meant nothing to me.”
Sighing hard, you shove his head off of you and grab his chin. “Oh, so cheating on me meant nothing to you?”
His expression shifts and his brows lift. “I didn’t cheat on you, I just, I—I forgot.”
The scoff that came from deep in your core felt like a knife cutting through his skin. He knew he fucked up. He knew it was over for him.
Already shaking your head as his puppy eyes bore into yours. “Right, so you forgot about your girlfriend? That makes it so much better.”
Gripping onto you tighter even when you try to pull from him again, he practically turns into a puddle around you. Molding himself to your skin like this could suffice a means to your forgiveness.
“No. No. Nothing like that. How could I forget you? You’re perfect. It’s my fault. I should’ve known it could hurt you. I should’ve thought.”
A creep of satisfaction warms your skin.
Good, you thought. You’re trying to stiffle your snickers as he nuzzled closer to you like he’s rubbing his scent in. Though you keep your expression still and impossibly quiet. Like you hadn’t forgiven at all when you knew deep down, you could never hate him. Not really anyway.
Nuzzling his head into your chest, he makes a sound that reeked of desperation. Pleading for you to listen to him and hear him out just one last time.
“Say something please princess?”
You hum, pretending to think. Letting a hand run through his hair while he kept still, trying to evaluate where he fell now. “Okay fine. I forgive you.”
Perking up immediately, he looks up at you with sparkles on his pretty eyes. “Really? You do?”
Taking turns looking into each of his eyes, you nod. “Course baby. Just don’t do that again, okay?”
He takes your hand from his hair and kisses the back of it. Then the knuckles and the wrist, devotion evident in his actions that it brings a smile to your face. Jason continues peppering his kisses over your skin and sighs dreamily.
“I’ll never watch our show without you again okay?”
You can’t help but smile. “Not even if I’m not home for a couple days? Not even if you see spoilers?”
Eyes tracking his movements as he stilled and leaned up to look at you. His hard chest against yours as he pulls you flush against him on the couch, kissing the side of your face and nodding vigorously. Murmuring yes, over and over again.
“Nope. You’re more entertaining than that damn dating show.”
You blink at him. “It’s called love island.”
“More like lust island.” He scoffs. Huffing and puffing, he buries his nose in your hair and pulls you impossibly close so you couldn’t escape him now. “They’re all so messy and I was bored out of my mind without you. You know I love drama ma.”
Reaching up and ruffling his hair, you pull his head up enough to kiss his forehead.
“Yes baby, I know you like dramatics. Now you have to watch the three episodes you watched without me again.”
Jason perks up a little. “Of course. I’ll rub your feet too if you want.”
Making a face at him, you giggle. “I don’t need you to—”
He’s already pulling off you and grabbing your legs, pulling off the socks and shaking his head.
“Nope. I should pay the price of betraying you. Don’t worry about me sweets, just pretend I’m not here.” Smiling ear to ear like he’s the one getting a reward here.
He hands you the remote and you raise a brow as he starts pressing his thumb into your heel. “You’re enjoying this too much for it to be a punishment.”
He quietly shushes you and places a gentle kiss to your ankle. “Watch your show ma.”
While the desperation was evident on Jason’s face, the reality of his betrayal only made your skin crawl.
Just the look of him had summoned an annoyance and discomfort so heavy that you were sure he could see it. His fingers curled around your waist and dragged you closer so he could drop his head in the crook of your neck.
“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No.” Finality in your tone. “Go away Jason.”
He whines like a dog. “I didn’t mean to do it ma. I swear it meant nothing to me.”
Sighing hard, you shove his head off of you and grab his chin. “Oh, so cheating on me meant nothing to you?”
His expression shifts and his brows lift. “I didn’t cheat on you, I just, I—I forgot.”
The scoff that came from deep in your core felt like a knife cutting through his skin. He knew he fucked up. He knew it was over for him.
Already shaking your head as his puppy eyes bore into yours. “Right, so you forgot about your girlfriend? That makes it so much better.”
Gripping onto you tighter even when you try to pull from him again, he practically turns into a puddle around you. Molding himself to your skin like this could suffice a means to your forgiveness.
“No. No. Nothing like that. How could I forget you? You’re perfect. It’s my fault. I should’ve known it could hurt you. I should’ve thought.”
A creep of satisfaction warms your skin.
You’re trying to hide your snickers as he nuzzled closer to you like he’s rubbing his scent in. Though you keep your expression still and impossibly quiet. Like you hadn’t forgiven at all when you knew deep down, you could never hate him. Not really anyway.
Nuzzling his head into your chest, he makes a sound that reeked of desperation. Pleading for you to listen to him and hear him out just one last time.
“Say something please princess?”
You hum, pretending to think. Letting a hand run through his hair while he kept still, trying to evaluate where he fell now. “Okay fine. I forgive you.”
Perking up immediately, he looks up at you with sparkles on his pretty eyes. “Really? You do?”
Taking turns looking into each of his eyes, you nod. “Course baby. Just don’t do that again, okay?”
He takes your hand from his hair and kisses the back of it. Then the knuckles and the wrist, devotion evident in his actions that it brings a smile to your face. Jason continues peppering his kisses over your skin and sighs dreamily.
“I’ll never watch our show without you again okay?”
You can’t help but smile. “Not even if I’m not home for a couple days? Not even if you see spoilers?”
Eyes tracking his movements as he stilled and leaned up to look at you. His hard chest against yours as he pulls you flush against him on the couch, kissing the side of your face and nodding vigorously. Murmuring yes, over and over again.
“You’re way more entertaining than that damn dating show.”
You blink at him. “It’s called love island.”
“More like lust island.” He scoffs. Huffing and puffing, he buries his nose in your hair and pulls you impossibly close so you couldn’t escape him now. “They’re all so messy and I was bored out of my mind without you. You know I love drama ma.”
Reaching up and ruffling his hair, you pull his head up enough to kiss his forehead.
“Yes baby, I know you like dramatics. Now you have to watch the three episodes you watched without me again.”
Jason perks up a little. “Of course. I’ll rub your feet too if you want.”
Making a face at him, you giggle. “I don’t need you to—”
He’s already pulling off you and grabbing your legs, pulling off the socks and shaking his head.
“Nope. I should pay the price of betraying you. Don’t worry about me sweets, just pretend I’m not here.” Smiling ear to ear like he’s the one getting a reward here.
He hands you the remote and you raise a brow as he starts pressing his thumb into your heel. “You’re enjoying this too much for it to be a punishment.”
He quietly shushes you and places a gentle kiss to your ankle. “Watch your show ma.”
