BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY THEY COME⋆˚꩜.ᐟ
°˖➴Genre: Fucking your ex-boyfriend's best friend
°˖➴Summary: You and your boyfriend have been together for three years, but lately he’s been acting strange. So you went through his phone and saw that he was cheating on you, and you’re completely heartbroken. But then someone comes along who takes your sadness away your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jake.
°˖➴Warnings: infidelity/cheating,smut,rebound/comfort sex,explicit sexual content, emotional Intensity,power dynamics if I forgot smh pls let me know x
°˖➴Song: Right here - Justin Bieber & Drake
I sat on the cold bench at the train station, tears streaming down my face, blurring the lights of the incoming trains. My ex-boyfriend had cheated on me text messages from some slut he'd been fucking behind my back for months. The betrayal hit like a freight train, leaving me hollow and shattered. I hugged my knees, sobbing uncontrollably, not caring who saw.
That's when Jake appeared. My ex's best friend, tall and broad shouldered, with that messy dark hair and piercing brown eyes. He'd always been around, cracking jokes during our hangouts, but now he looked concerned.”Hey, what the hell happened?” he asked, sitting beside me, his voice gentle but firm.
I wiped my eyes, sniffling. “He... he cheated on me. With some girl from work.”Fresh tears spilled out.
Jake's jaw tightened, anger flashing in his eyes. “That asshole. You deserve way better.” He paused, then grinned mischievously. “Remember that time he tried to impress you by cooking and set the kitchen on fire? Burnt spaghetti everywhere. I had to put it out with the fire extinguisher.”
A choked laugh escaped me despite the pain. “Yeah... he was such an idiot.”
“Exactly. And idiots don't deserve tears like yours.” He nudged my shoulder lightly. “Come on, you can't sit here all night. Let me take you to my place. We'll talk it out, or watch something stupid to forget him.”
I hesitated, but his warmth pulled me in. “Okay...”
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, guiding me to his car. The drive to his apartment was quiet at first, rain pattering on the windshield. Once inside his cozy living room dim lights, plush couch, faint scent of his cologne he handed me a mug of hot tea. “Sit. Spill it all.”
I sank into the cushions, the words tumbling out between sobs: the messages, the lies, how he'd gaslit me. Jake listened, nodding, his hand resting on my knee comfortingly. “He's a fool. Girls like you shouldn't cry over pricks like him. You're too good, too beautiful.”
His words wrapped around my heart. I looked up, our eyes locking. Time slowed. His gaze held mine, intense, hungry beneath the concern. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch electric, lingering.
My breath caught. He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. Our lips met softly at first a tentative brush, testing. Then deeper, his mouth warm and insistent against mine. I melted into it, kissing him back, tongues touching lightly, exploring.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, “I will make you feel better than your ex-boyfriend ever could.”His voice was low, promising.
I needed him. Wanted him. Even though he was his best friend, the taboo only fueled the fire. “Please, Jake...” I murmured against his lips.
We kissed again, slower this time, savoring. His hands cupped my face, then slid down my neck, thumbs tracing my collarbone. My body responded, nipples hardening under my shirt, a ache building between my thighs. His tongue danced with mine, wet and teasing, breaths mingling hotly.
His fingers trailed lower, over my breasts, squeezing gently through the fabric. I moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, eyes dark with lust. “I want to make you forget him completely.”
I nodded, heart pounding. He shifted, his hand moving to my waistband. Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttoned my jeans, the zipper rasping down. I lifted my hips as he tugged them off, exposing my soaked panties. His gaze devoured my thighs, the damp spot on the cotton.
“Fuck, you're wet already” he growled, hooking his fingers into the panties and sliding them down too. Cool air hit my bare pussy, lips glistening with arousal.
He spread my legs wider, settling between them on the couch. One finger traced my slit, parting the folds, collecting my juices. I gasped, hips bucking. He circled my clit slowly, then dipped inside, one knuckle deep. “So tight” he murmured.
He pumped in and out lazily, adding a second finger, stretching me. His thumb rubbed my swollen nub in firm circles. I gripped the cushions, moaning louder, walls clenching around his digits. Wet sounds filled the room as he finger fucked me deeper, curling to hit that spot inside.
Pulling his fingers out, slick and shiny, he brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean, sucking my taste off each one, eyes locked on mine. “You taste like heaven. Sweeter than he ever deserved.”
The sight sent a fresh gush of wetness from my pussy. He dove back in, fingers plunging faster now, three this time, twisting and thrusting. His free hand pushed up my shirt, bra shoved aside, pinching my hard nipples. I arched, crying out, orgasm building like a wave.
“Come for me” he commanded, mouth crashing back to mine. I shattered, pussy spasming around his fingers, juices squirting onto his hand. He kept pumping through it, drawing out every tremor.
Panting, I reached for him. “Fuck me, Jake. Now.”
He stripped quickly shirt off revealing ripped abs, jeans down freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, veined and throbbing, pre cum beading at the tip. Nine inches at least, girthy. He stroked it once, then positioned at my entrance.
The head nudged my folds, slicking up. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, stretching my walls. I whimpered, feeling every ridge. “God, you're huge” I gasped.
Halfway in, he paused, letting me adjust, then thrust deeper. Fully seated, balls against my ass, he groaned. “Your pussy's gripping me so tight. Better than I dreamed.”
He started moving long, slow strokes, pulling almost out before slamming back. The couch creaked under us. I wrapped legs around his waist, nails digging into his back. His hips rolled, grinding my clit with each plunge.
Faster now, skin slapping skin. Sweat beaded on his chest. He sucked my tits, teeth grazing nipples, tongue lashing. “Take it all” he grunted, pounding harder. My pussy fluttered, second orgasm rising.
He flipped us I straddled him, sinking down on his cock fully. I rode him, bouncing, tits jiggling. His hands gripped my ass, spreading cheeks, thumb teasing my tight hole. “Fuck, yes, ride my dick.”
I ground down, circling hips, his shaft hitting deep. He thrust up, meeting me, balls smacking my skin. Tension coiled tight. “I'm gonna cum” I wailed.
“Cum on my cock.” His fingers found my clit, rubbing furiously.
I exploded, pussy milking him in waves, cream coating his length. He roared, flipping me onto my back again. Three brutal thrusts and he buried deep, cock pulsing, hot cum flooding my insides. Spurt after spurt, filling me up, leaking out around him.
We collapsed, his weight comforting, cock softening inside me. He kissed my forehead. “Better?”
“Infinitely” I whispered, finally free of the pain.
annaxmalina
romaincrisis
dededos
janainaart
theartofmadeline
areudirty
yousharknotpass
pixelskylines
gummygunk
