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Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Mentions of eating an entire tray of brownies.
Summary: You and Jay have a habit of running into each other over the years, and after a rough day, a simple grocery store run proves the universe always knows exactly what you need.
A/N: Big thanks owed to my bestie @puffins-muffins for sending me this ask and inspiring me to shake this writer's block off and get going again 💗💗💗 I will note that this story does have a second, smutty part to it so please leave some love on it!
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Cold had swept in like a broom kicking out the last of summer, that final grace of warmth pushed out the door and replaced by something that settled into your bones far too quickly.
It always seemed colder here than anywhere else, adding another reason to the list of why being back in this part of Michigan was something you'd rather not be doing.
Everyone in this godforsaken town seemed to be at the grocery store all at once, the tiny supermarket littered with more people than you cared to be around right now, and you just prayed with every aisle you turned down, you wouldn’t run into anyone you knew.
All you wanted was to grab yourself a few things for a nice, comforting dinner that you would enjoy in front of the fire in your coziest sweats, getting in and out of there as quickly as you could, but after a long and exhausting day, the universe apparently had other plans.
You stood in the baking section, staring at the array of cake and dessert mixes, contemplating whether or not you were really gonna go for it and devour an entire tray of gooey brownies all on your own, your feelings from the day making you want to eat as a way of coping.
Picking up the box, you turned it over and glanced at the nutritional info, the stats alarming if you were to actually eat it all by yourself, but even still your stomach growled and your mouth filled with saliva at the thought of digging into these right out of the oven.
Shaking your head as if to regain some sense, you stuck the box back on the shelf, looking in the basket hanging on your arm to make sure you had everything else you needed, and let out a long sigh.
“Fuck it,” you muttered to yourself, grabbing the box quickly and shoving it in with your other items, thankful that people couldn’t hear your thoughts as shame flooded you over your gluttonous plan.
You turned around to make a fast escape from that aisle, a woman and her two rowdy kids getting too close to you, when your attempt was stopped as you collided directly into someone.
A curse followed by a fumbled apology flew out of your mouth as you tried to right yourself, looking up to see who it was that had such a solid frame that the force of their body against yours made the box of brownie mix fly out of your basket and land on the tiled floor with an incriminating thump.
“Jay?” you breathed, the surprise clear in your voice.
Familiar, blue eyes locked on you, changing from annoyed to amused, that smile that made the lines around his mouth appear that you couldn’t forget if you tried making your stomach do a somersault.
A low chuckle came from him as his hand that was on your arm to steady you gave a gentle squeeze.
“I was wondering when you’d end up in my arms again.”
The insinuation in his voice and the look he gave you made you melt, and it amazed you that after all this time, he still had this effect on you.
“You’re here,” you stumbled out, Jay being the last person you ever expected to run into, the last you knew was that he was down in Detroit making a name for himself in boxing.
His eyebrows rose on his forehead at the same time he let out a long sigh, “Yeah, just, uh, taking a break and getting away for a bit, I guess,” he explained, running his hand over his buzzed hair.
Jay finally let go of you, and the moment he did you immediately inched closer to him, the pull he had automatic to the point your body acted on instinct.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” he said, half a statement and half a question.
You averted your eyes for a moment despite it feeling impossible, shrugging slightly as you tried to find a way to summarize how miserable you’d been and came back here to gather some peace in your life.
“I guess you can say I needed to come back too.”
Your eyes locked again, a sense of knowing that extended back years shared in your gaze.
You and Jay had a past, and one that deserved to be revisited at any opportunity, the tension between you palpable even now as you stood in your own world amongst the sounds of the store and 80’s soft rock coming through the speakers.
Your reaction to him was always so visceral, feeling your skin heat and your pulse quicken, and every time you closed your eyes, images of all the things you used to do together flashed in your mind.
His body against yours, skin on skin as you ground against each other, the taste of his kiss and his sweat burned into your memory no matter how much time had passed, and it was always worth repeating.
“How long are you around for?” you asked, your eyes dragging up his broad chest to his thick neck, resisting the urge to lunge at him and plant your lips everywhere you could get at.
He shook his head, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Dunno. You?”
Your own playful smile crept onto your face, and an excitement you had been craving pulled low in your stomach. “As long as I need to be, I guess.”
Jay nodded as if pleased by your response, both of you satisfied with what seemed like an unspoken agreement between you, clear there was an intention to take full advantage of being together again.
He bent down and picked up the box of brownies off the ground right as you dared to pitch your offer, avoiding the chance to hesitate and miss out.
“Do you wanna come over later?”
Jay smiled, exuding a confidence that toyed the line of cockiness that had you clenching your thighs together.
“I’m making brownies,” you giggled, nodding to them as he placed the box back in your basket.
“I’d never say no to brownies,” he said, the words practically a purr as they dripped off his tongue that slowly passed over his full lips.
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Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Fingering. Oral sex (M). Unprotected intercourse.
Summary: You and Jay have a habit of running into each other over the years, and after a rough day, a simple grocery store run proves the universe always knows exactly what you need.
A/N: Here's the smutty part 2! I didn't tag anyone based on the response of the first part of this and hate to feel I'm tagging people in things they're not interested in 😅
*please note there are no physical descriptors other than reader being female and having hair, I just had to use this photo of him he's so cute 😩
Part 1
Staying true to your original plan even though Jay was now joining you tonight, you changed out of your work clothes and into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweater, the absence of a bra or underwear making everything feel that much more luxurious and daring.
You should’ve just been naked, knowing you would be undressed within seconds of him coming through the door anyway, but you didn’t want to make it easier for him than it already was.
Your stomach was in knots, excitement, nerves and arousal all tangled together to make every minute waiting for him agonizing.
With the brownies hot out of the oven, the fireplace roaring, your teeth brushed and your body ready to be ravished by him, you had nothing left to do but sit while time ticked on, and right as you checked your phone for any messages from him, there was a soft, but purposeful knock on your door.
Without hesitation or shame, you practically bolted to the door, eager to welcome your guest rather than aim to look calm, cool and composed. Any patience you had in waiting a second longer to get the one thing you wanted for enough time left along with the heat from the fireplace as soon as you opened the door, a rush of cold coming in, and a shiver crawled down your spine from the contrast and the excitement of seeing Jay standing there.
A smile full of promise and sin lifted the one side of his mouth, his steely eyes holding a wildness as he looked you up and down in a way that made your heart hammer uncontrollably.
Your eyes immediately fell to his crotch, his erection straining against denim that worked hard to contain it, your mouth instantly watering while the ache between your legs nearly brought you to your knees.
It was pointless to talk, taking a step back as he stepped in and instantly crashed into you in a heated, desperate kiss that made all the time that passed since you last saw each other seem like none had gone by at all.
Your hand shook slightly as your reached for his cock, stroking it through the material that felt heavy and warm against your palm, his moan swallowed by you as he pressed himself deeper into you.
“What's got you so worked up, Jay?” you whispered, your lips brushing his with each word.
A chuckle puffed out of him, blowing on your flushed cheek.
“You.”
You grazed his tip with your thumb, the contact making him buck against you.
“What about me?”
His mouth kissed over to your neck, sucking and nipping at the space below your ear, every hair on your body standing upright as your skin exploded in goosebumps.
“How warm and tight that pussy is…” he uttered, his voice rough with lust.
His hand cupped your cunt, his long fingers rubbing back and forth enough to make you gasp and grip his shoulder for support, the sensation of your slick against the fleece of your track pants making you see stars.
“How well you always take me,” Jay continued, his other hand teasing up the side of your waist where he dragged your sweater upward.
“How I never forget what you sound like when I'm making you scream.”
Swearing you could fall apart from that alone, you couldn't waste a second longer not having him, kissing him hard and purposefully, and he eagerly reciprocated.
You ripped his beanie off and threw it to the floor, your hands moving to smooth down the front of him where you peeled his coat open and began tearing at the buttons of his flannel shirt, feeling his warmth escape as you opened each one.
You quickly pulled in a breath the second you were able to, his mouth leaving yours for enough time for him to look at your wet, kissed-bruised lips, his thumb resting on your lower one.
“I missed this,” he murmured, his confession making your eyes close as you relished in it.
The smile that stretched your lips was smothered as he crashed against you again, ripping your pants down quickly, both of you moaning at the same time in a way you couldn't tell whose was whose as he discovered you had nothing on underneath.
Your body tensed and then relaxed when his fingers stroked your bare cunt, slipping inside and then pulling back out again to spread your wet up to your clit, your hips grinding against him.
“Fuck, Jay,” you whined, feeling dizzy.
“Always ready for me, aren't you?” he spoke almost arrogantly, but you didn't feel an ounce of shame in it.
You hummed as he continued to finger you, working you enough to hold you on the edge that doubled as an attempt to get you ready to take his size.
“You're all I think about Jay,” you told, a sharp gasp following your words when he hooked his fingers and massaged your g-spot.
“Yeah?” he growled, his breathing quickening while his whole body tingled and felt like it was on fire.
“Mhm,” you whined, nodding and biting your lip. “When I'm fucking myself…when someone else is fucking me.”
A guttural noise rumbled through him as he worked you harder, the thought of someone else fucking you sparking something akin to jealousy in him.
“I bet they don't fuck you as good as I do.”
You opened your eyes and met his, trying to evoke all the truth there was in your answer.
“Never.”
The single word seemed to give him satisfaction while growing his hunger, pumping his fingers in and out of you a few more times before withdrawing them, his need to have you clear.
Grabbing the hem of your sweater, he ripped it off of you, his pupils blowing wide as he admired your naked chest, watching your nipples harden from their sudden exposure to the air.
You took hold of the waist of his jeans, your knuckles brushing the soft trail of hairs that disappeared into them, and maintaining eye contact, sank to your knees in front of him.
The slight shake of his head either indicated a warning or disbelief at the situation, and when you popped the button open and dragged the zipper down, you saw his stomach twitch and his chest inflate.
His scent was overwhelming, a mix of detergent and musk that made you squeeze your thighs together to stop yourself from dripping on the floor, moving your face to his crotch where you inhaled him through his boxers.
You fisted the material before whisking them down his legs, clawing into his muscled flesh that was covered in soft, white curls, a pathetic sound coming from you as his cock sprang free and bounced beside your face. The pull between your legs turned unbearable when you saw how much he was leaking from the tip, glistening in the low light and tempting you, your fingertip grazing over his smooth, sticky head. Smearing the clear precum until you heard a shuddered breath above you, you leaned forward and licked it with a teasing swipe of your tongue, your fingers that were coated with it moving to rub on your clit.
“Fuck,” he hissed, low and restrained, your mouth watering profusely at the first taste of him.
You looked up at him as you took him completely in your mouth, doing your best to swallow all of his length, but your gag reflex triggered and you moaned on him, your eyes closing briefly as tears sprung from them.
You pulled off as far as his head before going down to the base again, focusing on your breathing even as he bucked against you and forced himself further in your mouth, your fingers digging into his thighs as his dark blond pubes tickled your nose.
Finally settling into a comfortable rhythm where you weren’t totally choking on him, you felt Jay’s hand run over your head, his fingers gripping in your hair enough to make a shiver run down your spine and you hum against his cock.
“I’ll cum right now if you keep that up,” he warned, his amusement and delight in how good you were making him feel clear in his voice.
You shrugged, closing your fist around the base of him to pump up and down in time with the movement of your head, his hips stuttering into you to prove his warning was legitimate.
“Fuck, you gotta stop that,” he chuckled, backing away from you enough your mouth was forced to release him.
You frowned at him, still on your knees despite feeling the floor bruising them, watching as he got on the floor in front of you and leaned forward, guiding you to lay on your back.
Jay crawled between your legs, his eyes wild with lust, and when his cock nudged your soaked cunt, you moaned and spread yourself open more.
“Let me finish inside you,” he murmured, his eyes falling to your lips. “I wanna feel you clench around me when I fill you up.”
He kissed you gently, his lips teasing yours for a moment before diving in fully, his body settling to lay on yours.
You felt him adjust to grab his cock and guide it to your cunt, pushing in slowly, making you thankful for how wet you were because even still, the stretch was incredible and almost painful.
Your back arched off the floor as he bottomed out, your clit rubbing against his lower stomach and the coarse hairs that embellished it, your movements encouraging his where you both fell into a quick, desperate pace.
“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, his voice breaking slightly.
The tempo of his thrusts increased when he felt you squeeze his cock in agreement, your hands roaming all across his back where you grabbed handfuls of thick flesh and trained muscle, worshiping him in silence that was so loud.
There was no communication needed aside from your bodies working on instinct, knowing without words exactly what the other needed to get you to your end, both of you reaching climax quickly and with a force that felt impossible.
That familiar pressure deep in your belly tugged with warning, signalling your descent into bliss, and other than your own fingers when thinking about him, no one was ever able to make you come this hard, this fast.
Your cries tore from your mouth without restraint as Jay’s lips parted from yours, his own feral grunts seeming to echo off the walls around you that hardly existed in this moment, the feel of his thick cum coating and starting to seep out of you as he continued to pump extending your orgasm.
His chest heaved against yours, his face hanging in the crook of your neck where his breath blew on your sweaty skin, and you let out a small giggle as you ran your hands over his strong, wide upper half, his skin wet from his efforts.
“I swear it gets better every time,” you breathed, finding it unbelievable how the combination of you and him always turned into something otherworldly.
“We'll have to keep doing it then to see if that's true,” he grinned, the swell of his cheeks bringing out the crinkles beside his bright eyes.
“I like the way you think, Jay,” you beamed, biting your lip at the prospect of what your time together would bring.
He leaned in and kissed you, soft and sure, like he was just as relieved as you were to be back here together.
Jay slowly pulled away from your lips, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked at yours, swollen and wet from his mouth and more appealing than ever.
His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb smoothing back and forth on it, and you could've sworn with the way he was adoring you that he was about to say something sweet and condemning.
“I dunno about you but I could go for a brownie before that second round.”
Smacking his chest as your giggles harmonized with his laughter, he buried his face in the side of your neck where he kissed and sucked until you were squirming beneath him, and you swore on your life you had never been more thankful for bad days and brownies.
