he’s soft in the way his eyes scan your naked body, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. his calloused hands are gentle as he runs them up and down your sides, along your thighs, your ribcage, cupping the mounds of your chest. “pretty girl,” he coos, thumbs tweaking your nipples.

he can see the need and desperation in your eyes, it makes him smile — all coy and mischievous. “you just want me to fill you, huh gorgeous?” he drawls out. you nod, unashamed to admit how much you craved him. he hums in acknowledgment. “i need words, pretty.” he pinches on of your nipples, a warning. “i need you so bad jackie.” you whine, breathing labored.

“good girl.” he grins, reaching down to line himself up. his tip rubs against your entrance, smearing your arousal. he chews his lip at the feeling, dilated eyes scanning your body once more.

maybe he has gone soft. there’s were moments at the beginning of your relationship, similar to this one, where he’d tease and prod until you cried of need. but now? one pleading, desperate look from you is all it takes before he’s pushing in. there’s barely any resistance as he goes deeper and deeper.

you gasp, feeling him bottom out. your hand instinctively comes down to press against his stomach, he’s too deep. “nuh-uh. none of that, you’re gonna take what i give you.” he tell you, grabbing your hand and pinning it to the bed.

jax knew just how to make you fall apart. one hand pinning your hands to the bed while the other reaches down and rubs tight, fast circles on your clit. he fucks you slowly, dragging his hips back & forth. thrusts that have you crying out, repeatedly filling you up with every stroke.

your body shivers and trembles. you pull weakly against his grip on your hands, truly being made to take exactly what he gives you. it’s too much, too good, too overwhelming. “too m-much-“ you gasp, forcing the words out and nearly choking on your own moans.

he leans down. pressing his lips along your temple, then your cheek. he stops at your ear, “you were made to take my cock.” he says, voice deep with arousal. you clench tighter, pussy fluttering around the big intrusion. “see? i can feel you clenchin’ honey. you’re getting close ain’t you?” he teases, pressing down on your clit harder.

he angles his hips differently, and you cry out immediately. “jack-jackie, fuck hnng— that’s m-my spot-“ you squeal, and he smiles against your cheek. you can’t do anything but keen and writhe and take exactly what he dishes out. “i wanna feel this pretty pussy cum for me darlin’.” and that’s what does it. your orgasm crashes over you in big waves as your body jerks. “that’s it honey, shit.” he curses breathing hotly in the junction between your neck and shoulder.

for a split second, jax has second thoughts about pulling out…. but that wouldn’t be very nice of him. instead he fucks into you harder, a couple more thrusts that have you writing in overstimulation before he pulls out, painting your stomach in thick stripes of cum.

in this moment he knows for himself that he’s truly gone soft. he reaches over to the bedside to grab tissues and wipes you down immediately. he’s careful, knowing you’re still sensitive. and after this, you’re practically bundle of nerves in his arms. he lets you cuddle into his chest and he gives you little nose kisses as you do.

dean's eyes are wet, filled with big tears that threaten to drop. "just put it in already." he grits, attempting to shift his hops down to get even half an inch in his desperate hole. "that's why you're here isn't it? it's why you keep coming back.. he can't fill you up like i can, hm?" you hum, grinning when he shivers. he takes his plump bottom lip between his teeth, looking up at you through his lashes. his legs are crossed around your waist, with your hands holding his thighs against you. you could feel the subtle tremors, nerves that burned alive through his skin.

your bedroom is humid. warmth and moisture mixes and swirls in the air as the tension rises. "you still need me. still need me to make you feel good.. need me to please you.. he isn't doing his job, huh sweetheart?" you ask, rubbing your tip up and down his hole. he whimpers, closing his eyes and attempting to rut his hips into the feeling. "i wanna hear you say it, honey. tell me how much you still crave me." you grunt, pushing only the head into his tight heat.

dean gasps, a choked sound that comes from somewhere deep within his throat. "say it." you persist, leaning down to cage him in, with your forearms on either side of his head. you're close enough that you could feel the soft breaths coming from his parted lips. "i still need you." he whines. "s-still need you to make me feel good." he frowns and chews on his lip again. "It's okay baby, i'm gonna give you exactly what you need." you didn't even finish your sentence before you were pushing into dean with a groan. burying yourself to the hilt.

dean moans out loud. the tears that previously gathered at his waterline fell with seemingly no end. fat tears soaking his blush stained cheeks. his arms come up to wrap around you, pulling you nearly impossibly closer. "i'm gonna give you what you need, love." you whisper to him as if it were a shameful confession. he nods dumbly, clenching down tight on your cock. "'s been so long honey, it must feel like im tearing you apart." you coo, faux sympathy dripping from your tone. "in the best way possible," he stutters, shivering against you.

"it's okay, sweet thing. 'm gonna ruin you and send you back to him." you promise with an immediate snap of your hips. he nearly squeals. you fuck into him, unforgiving with the way you press so deep into him. he chants your name, over and over into your ear, as if its a prayer. your cock nails his prostate with professional precision, pushing weak little noises out of his body. you feel his cock between both of your stomachs, spurting out precum and making a sticky mess.

"f-fuck, haah.. i'm close, so clo-ose!" he whines, stubby nails finding purchase along your back, raking up and down. "poor thing, so sensitive. your boyfriend should be ashamed." you tease, reaching down between the both of you to find his cock, pumping him slowly. he starts begging, choking on his own sounds.

"i just like to toy with you honey, how's that mean?" you question, tone sickly sweet; juxtaposing the way your fingers bully their way into him. shallow pumps of your digits that press against his prostate with every drag. the slip is easy.. too easy. lube drips from his hole onto the wood, way too much was used. it wasn't an issue -- you liked it messy. liked seeing how sloppy your pretty fella could get.

the incessant schlop and squelch of your fingers has you grinning, nearly drunk off arousal. you vocalize your thoughts - "it's so messy," you breathe, groaning out a rumble from the back of your throat. "wet like a fuckin' girl f'me."

"oh my god--" he gasps, hole quivering around your fingers and tightening like a vice. "oh you liked that." you grin against his neck, kissing and softly sucking marks onto the bare skin. you slow down your attack on his prostate, settling for slower, deeper thrusts with your fingers. the squelch somehow sounds messier this way, piercing the air with the noise.

"you like being my messy little girl, don't you baby?"

he huffs at your teasing, glaring at you through the reflection of the mirror. your smile widens and you pick of the pace of your fingers. your other hand comes up to wrap around his throat, not truly choking him, but holding him in place. he keens at the touch "I need an answer, love. i can feel you gettin' close.. there's no way you think i'm gonna let you come and you can't even answer me.." you hum in his ear, the sultry timbre of your voice rumbles through him like a wave.

"i like it." he says finally, gasping out. "i like being your m-messy.. girl." he whispers, the last part a low whine. you're happy with the admission, staring at him through the reflection. "that wasn't so hard, was it, sweet thing?"

you go back to the unforgiving pace you'd began with. the sudden movement makes him whine as his chest heaves. "c'mon honey. i wanna see this messy little cunt cum fa' me."

curses fly from his mouth like prayers. his body falls limp as he melts into you, wracked with little tremors. he can't even warn you that he's close because the snap happens so abruptly. he tenses and his back arches as much as it could in your restricting grasp. his choked moans sound nearly angelic as he falls apart in your hold. he cums so beautifully, making a mess of his stomach and bucking his hips sporadically.

"attagirl honey, jus' like that." you chew your lip, watching his orgasm wrack his body in the reflection of the mirror. he whines, a sound deep from within his chest, and you take it as a sign to pull your fingers out.