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The house was dark, besides the few floral scented candles placed intentionally all around, whatever you two were eating sat left on the kitchen counter, wine bottle near empty. How you found yourself tangled together was a blur, of sharing secrets, laughter and soon soft spoken words.

Jack lay back on the vintage couch, his head propped up by the arm rest, his hands snaked around your thighs and back to your ass. He had his eyes knit shut as if opening them to the sight before him would kill him. You kept moving your hips, your hands cupped at his tear stained cheeks, wiping away a stray that trailed down the soft pink of his skin.

''Jack...I want to see your eyes...please?''

You cooed, biting back a moan when you finally got to see those grey-blue crystals. His lower lip slot between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed when he trailed his sight down, gasping at the near filthy sight of his cock slipping into you, letting out a moan when your hips lifted again- much slower this time.- seeing the webs of slick connect you two.

''I don- I can't...fuck, you're so perfect.''

He practically sobbed, his arm thrown over to cover his eyes as more tears came flowing. The sight of you on top of him, in his shirt, your heat devouring him whole each time your hips plant down against his. It was too much for him.

He cried, pulling you down to lay on his chest, kissing the side of your head over and over while he thrust up into you, hissing at how you began to squeeze around his length. You were drunk on the way he moaned your name, the way his cock twitched after every whine of his name, the way his hands tried to find purchase on your skin, trying to ground himself amidst the storm of pleasure. Professing his adoration over and over.

''I-I...love you..''

''I love you..''

oh yes.. what a nice prompt from mootie !! and you just know he’s submissive as hell those early mornings too, feeling up on you and he just can’t help but get hard… !!

…😵‍💫 warnings | mdni! rpf! [real person fanfic] , explicit 18+ content ahead, gender neutral reader, grinding, dry humping, joost creaming his pants like a needy bitch in heat, a little sub joost ??

you always loved touring with joost, although the bed in his tour bus was tiny, he would always curl up behind you like a kitten, all sleepy warmth. it was the only break joost could get with such a hectic schedule! but sometimes you could feel him getting hard, just from being close to your warm body.

his breathing had evened out, but his fingers were tracing little circles on your stomach, restless. you shifted, just slightly, and he let out a soft, wounded sound. ‘don’t move, please.’

his boxers were damp where he pressed against you, a slow leak making a wet spot on your sleep shorts. he started grinding, slow at first. his breath got hot on your neck. ‘feel that, schat?’ he whispered, voice shaky. ‘i’m leaking everywhere for you.’ he couldn’t stop moving his hips, little desperate thrusts that made the bed creak. his hand grabbed your hip, pulling you back into him. ‘please, just let me, i need it’ he whined, sounding almost like he might cry. he was so hard, just from rubbing on you through the clothes, it was so cute how riled up he can get from just being around you.

before you knew it he came. you felt him spilling into his boxers, a hot pump of wetness against your ass. his whole body locked up, a choked-off sound stuck in his throat. he shook for a second, then went limp, breathing hard. letting out little ‘i’m sorry, sorry’ mumbling into your skin, nuzzling closer. but he didn’t sound sorry. he sounded proud. his dick was still hard, even after, sticky and wet between you both.