reader = pink

jason = orange

jason x reader - after the party / smut

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, kinda drunk sex, dirty talk, multiple rounds, creampie, rough sex, praise, overstimulation, & soft aftercare!

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the core house was packed.

music thumped through every room, redbull cups scattered across tables, people laughing and shouting over the bass. it was jason’s birthday, and woj had gone all out. streamers, balloons, a makeshift bar in the kitchen, and way too much alcohol.

jason had been drinking since early evening, a constant grin on his face as he moved between groups, taking shots, laughing with the guys, and pulling you close every chance he got.

by 2 a.m. the party was still going strong, but jason was done.

his eyes had been on you the entire night dark, hungry, and getting more obvious with every drink. he finally grabbed your hand, tugging you through the crowd without a word.

“jason, where are we going?” you asked, laughing as he pulled you up the stairs.

“my room,” he said, voice low and rough. “i can’t wait anymore.”

he barely got the door shut before he was on you.

his mouth crashed into yours, tasting like alcohol and birthday cake, hands sliding under your dress to grip your ass. he was already hard, pressing against your stomach as he backed you toward the bed.

“been thinking about this all night,” he mumbled against your lips, voice thick from drinking. “watching you in this dress… fuck, i need you baby.”

you smiled, pushing him back until he sat on the edge of the bed.

“it’s your birthday,” you said softly, dropping to your knees between his legs. “so i’ll be extra nice tonight.”

jason’s eyes darkened as you tugged his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. he was already leaking at the tip, hard and flushed. you wrapped your hand around the base and leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the head before taking him into your mouth.

“fuck…” he groaned loudly, head falling back. because he was drunk, he wasn’t holding back at all. his moans were shameless, low, breathy, and constant.

you sucked him slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salt of him. then you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, letting your lips slide down his length until he hit the back of your throat. you hummed softly, the vibration making his hips twitch.

“shit—baby, your mouth… so fucking good,” he panted, one hand gently threading through your hair. “you look so pretty like this. my pretty girl sucking my dick on my birthday.”

you pulled off for a second, stroking him with your hand while looking up at him.

“you like it?” you asked, voice sweet.

“fucking love it,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded. “love your mouth so much. best birthday present ever.”

you smiled and took him back in, sucking harder, faster, one hand stroking what you couldn’t fit while the other gently massaged his balls. jason’s moans got louder, breathier, his hips starting to twitch as he fought not to thrust into your throat.

“baby—i’m close—fuck, i’m so close—”

you didn’t pull off. you kept going until he came with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking as he spilled down your throat. you swallowed every drop, pulling off slowly and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

jason was breathing hard, staring down at you with hazy, fucked-out eyes.

“holy shit… that was amazing.”

you climbed into his lap, kissing him deeply. he could taste himself on your tongue and groaned into your mouth, hands sliding under your dress to grip your ass.

“your turn,” he muttered, already tugging your dress up. “wanna fuck you so bad.”

he flipped you onto your back, pushing your dress up to your waist and pulling your panties to the side. he didn’t even bother taking them off. he pushed inside you in one smooth thrust, both of you moaning at the same time.

“fuck… you’re so wet,” he groaned, starting to move. “been thinking about this pussy all night.”

he fucked you deep and steady, hips rolling perfectly, one hand pinning your thigh open while the other braced beside your head. drunk jason was loud, moaning, cursing, whispering filthy things against your ear.

“so tight… so fucking good. this pussy is mine. only mine.”

you were moaning with every thrust, legs wrapped around him as he drove into you harder. the first round didn’t last long. he was too worked up from the blowjob and the alcohol. he came inside you with a loud groan, hips jerking as he spilled deep.

but he didn’t stop.

he stayed inside you, still hard, and kept fucking you through it, slow and deep.

“again,” he whispered, kissing your neck. “want you to cum on my cock.”

you did hard, shaking, moaning his name as your second orgasm hit you. jason followed right after, filling you up again with another deep groan.

he pulled out slowly, but instead of collapsing, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees.

“one more,” he said, voice wrecked but determined. “i need one more.”

“fuck jason—”

he pushed back inside you from behind, the new angle making you moan loudly into the pillow. he fucked you slower this time, savoring it, hands gripping your hips as he thrust deep and steady.

“look at you,” he groaned, one hand sliding up your back to grip your hair gently. “ass up, taking my cock so well. you’re so fucking perfect.”

you were trembling, oversensitive but still desperate for him. every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake.

“jason—i’m gonna cum again—”

“good,” he rasped, picking up the pace. “cum for me, baby. let me feel it.”

you came for the third time, crying out into the pillow as your body clenched around him.

jason groaned loudly, thrusting through your orgasm until he came again, spilling deep inside you with shaky hips.

only then did he finally collapse beside you, pulling you into his arms.

you were both exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied.

jason kissed your forehead, your cheeks, and your lips soft and gentle now.

“best birthday ever,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “thank you, baby. for everything.”

you smiled, curling into his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

“happy birthday, jason.”

he hugged you tighter, pressing one last kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you so much.”

you whispered it back, both of you drifting off tangled together, the party still faintly echoing downstairs.

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GUYS WE GOT A BEPSY AND RAY SEGMENT OMG, the way ron was hinting at something tho🤫

Reader: pink

Adapt: red

Ron:blue

Jason: orange 

Note: please comment or send me a message if you have a request! Who should I write for next?NOT PROOFREAD!

Adapt texted you to come over because a new episode of your favorite show came out. you thought that adapt told the guys that you were coming over but oh were you wrong.

jason = orange

reader = pink

jason x reader - bad mood / smut

warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics, rough behavior, light degradation, face fucking, gagging, spanking, messy/fluids, possessive behavior

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jason had ended his stream about thirty minutes ago, and you still hadn’t heard from him. usually he’d text you right away, telling you if he was coming over or not, but tonight he didn’t. the silence felt weird, like something was off.

he had ended the stream early too, annoyed at chat for being disrespectful and not respecting his privacy. you could tell it actually got to him.

you were sitting on the couch, it a little after 9pm, just scrolling on your phone without really paying attention. the room was quiet until you heard the door unlock.

you looked up as jason walked in.

his eyes looked darker than usual, and you could tell right away he was in a bad mood.

he shut the door behind him, kicking off his shoes before taking off his jacket. it was that same jacket he wore the day he was on the news—the one that made him look really good. he had on purple and yellow balenciaga sweatpants with a maison margiela shirt that didn’t match at all, but he clearly didn’t care right now.

“hi baby,” you said softly, your voice a little small, not knowing how he’d respond.

he didn’t answer right away. after throwing his jacket on the hanger by the door, he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up more while rubbing his eyes and letting out a long exhale. his shirt lifted a little, just enough for you to see the top of his boxers and a bit of his abs.

“hey,” he said, his tone dry. he wasn’t mad at you, just not in the mood to act like everything was fine.

he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and chugging it before setting it down on the counter a little harder than needed.

you pretended to stay focused on your phone, but you were watching him. his hair was messy, his body tense… and you could clearly see the bulge in his sweatpants growing.

you pressed your thighs together a little, acting like you didn’t notice.

once he finished his water, he just stood there for a second, staring off like he was thinking about something, like he was deciding something in his head.

the room felt quiet again.

“get on your knees.”

his voice cut through everything—flat, serious, like he didn’t want to waste time.

your eyes widened. “what?”

“you heard me, y/n,” he said, already walking toward you, his jaw clenched and veins showing in his forearms.

“yeah i heard you but—” you started, your words coming out uneven as he stopped right in front of you. you couldn’t even really look up at him.

he brought his hands to your face, gently brushing your cheek and guiding your eyes up to his. the way he touched you made your stomach twist, especially with how he’d been acting.

you could already feel how wet you were getting just from his words and the way he was looking at you.

“gonna whip my dick out and slap you with it, okay?” he said, a small smirk on his lips.

your breath caught.

“get on your knees for me, baby… c’mon.” he said again, softer this time, patting your cheek before helping you off the couch and guiding you down until you were on your knees in front of him.

you looked up at him as he reached for the hem of his sweats, your eyes following his hands. his fingers hooked into the fabric as he pulled down his pants, then his boxers, and the second you saw his dick already hard and leaking with precum, it already had you dripping.

he looked down at your face while doing it, watching you closely, how your pupils grew the second he whipped his dick out, stroking it slowly right in front of your face.

“fuck…” he groaned, low and drawn out.

your lips parted slightly, already eager to have him in your mouth. he could tell you were dripping just by the way you kept squirming on your knees, unable to stay still.

“want this in your mouth huh?” he said, his voice low.

you nodded, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your expression giving you away completely. before you could say anything else, he slapped it lightly against your cheek on both sides, leaving a bit of precum there.

“use those words for me, baby.”

“yes jason, want it so bad,” you said softly.

you reached up with your hands to stroke him a couple times, your fingers moving slowly, but before you could do more, he grabbed your hair, guiding your mouth onto his dick. your lips wrapped around him as you hollowed your cheeks, and he pushed you further down, making you gag a little as he went deeper.

“oh shit… put this pretty mouth to use yea?” he said in between small sighs.

he kept guiding you, pushing you further each time, your breathing uneven as you tried to adjust. you hummed around him, sending vibrations through him, and that’s what made him start to fuck your face, pushing you forward and back with small thrusts of his hips.

“good girl… such a good girl for me,” he said, letting out little whimpers and groans.

his movements got a little rougher, a little faster, until he suddenly pulled out right when he was about to cum.

as he pulled out of your mouth, there was a soft pop sound before he said, out of breath, “get up and turn around.”

you got up, wiping your lips a little before turning around and getting on the couch, your ass on display for him. he stepped closer, pulling down your pants with your underwear and taking off your little cami top, his hands brushing over your skin as he did.

he lined himself up before entering you slowly, making you moan right away, the stretch feeling so good.

then he grabbed your hips as you were already bouncing back against him impatiently, not wanting to wait any longer.

“oh fuck jason,” you moaned as you pushed back against him, your body moving on its own. he smacked your ass, leaving a big red handprint.

“just like that baby, so impatient huh? fucking yourself on my dick,” he said, grabbing your hips again, now going faster than you were before.

your moans got louder with each thrust, and his breathing got heavier. he grabbed your cheeks, spreading them apart so he could go even deeper, if that was even possible.

you turned to look back at him, your mouth open, your chest bouncing with every thrust. he noticed right away, letting out a small breathless smile before bringing his fingers to your mouth.

he pushed them in slightly, telling you to suck on them.

“that’s it baby, suck my fingers like it’s my dick.”

you moaned around his fingers, trying to take them deeper into your mouth, your lips closing around them.

after a moment, he pulled them out, his breathing uneven.

“fuck gonna cum jason—” you said in between moans.

“please let me cum, need to let go so bad,” you begged, your voice shaky.

he went faster, his grip tightening as he gave your ass small smacks, his breathing getting heavier, little moans slipping out as he got closer too.

“fuck… gonna cum all over my dick?”

“yes, yes please let me cum.”

“go ahead baby, let go for me. wanna see you drip out while i keep fucking you.”

you came as soon as he said that, your body tensing as your moans got louder, and a couple more thrusts later he came too with a low groan.

he pulled out slowly before you collapsed against the back of the couch, your head falling onto the pillow as you tried to catch your breath.

your chest rose and fell quickly, your body still shaking a little.

he gave your ass another smack, softer this time, before sitting down on the couch next to you, pulling up his boxers.

after a second, he looked at you, his expression softer now, making sure you were okay.

he leaned over, kissing your face gently.

“you okay?” he asked quietly.

—

warnings: explicit sexual content, car sex, public/risk of getting caught, creampie, dirty talk, ex faze house setting, established relationship

—

the car ride back from the date was quiet in the best way.

jason’s hand rested on your thigh the whole drive—thumb tracing lazy circles over the bare skin just under the hem of your dress. the city lights streaked past the windows, turning the interior into flashes of gold and red, but neither of you spoke much.

you didn’t need to. the tension had been building since the restaurant: the way he kept staring at your mouth when you took a sip of wine, the way his knee pressed against yours under the table, the way he’d leaned in close to whisper something stupid and funny in your ear just to watch you laugh.

now the garage under the house was dim and empty, the only sound the low hum of the engine cooling down.

he killed the ignition but didn’t move to get out.

instead he turned to you, eyes dark in the low light.

“you looked so fucking good tonight,” he said, voice rougher than usual. his hand slid higher on your thigh, fingers disappearing under the dress.

you shifted in the seat, thighs pressing together instinctively.

“yeah?”

he nodded once, slow.

“couldn’t stop thinking about getting you home.”

his thumb brushed the edge of your panties—already damp—and he groaned low in his throat.

“we’re in the garage,” you reminded him, even as your hips tilted toward his touch.

“tinted windows,” he countered, leaning over the console. “no one’s down here.”

you laughed softly, breathless.

“you said that last time and we almost got caught.”

he kissed you then—hard, claiming, hand sliding fully between your thighs to cup you over the lace.

“then be quiet,” he muttered against your mouth.

you kissed him back, hungry, fingers threading into his hair.

he groaned into it, pushed the seat back as far as it would go, pulled you over the console and into his lap.

your dress rode up immediately, thighs straddling his hips, his hardness pressing against you through his jeans.

“fuck,” he breathed, hands sliding up your back, under the dress, fingers digging into your skin. “you’re soaked already.”

you ground down once, slow, feeling him twitch.

“been wet since the restaurant,” you admitted, voice soft.

his eyes flashed.

“yeah?”

you nodded, kissed him again.

he fumbled with his belt, zipper, shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough.

his cock sprang free—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip.

you reached down, wrapped your fingers around him, stroked once, slow.

he groaned, head falling back against the seat.

“baby—”

you guided him to your entrance, rubbed the head through your slick.

then sank down.

slow.

inch by inch.

his hands flew to your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.

“fuck—fuck—”

you bottomed out, both of you groaning at the same time.

you stayed still for a second, just feeling him stretch you, fill you completely.

then you started moving—slow rolls at first, grinding down, clit dragging against his pelvis.

his head tipped back, throat working, eyes half-lidded.

“ride me,” he rasped. “just like that.”

you did—slow, deep, savoring every slide.

his hands roamed—up your back, down to your ass, squeezing, spreading, guiding you faster.

the car rocked faintly with every roll of your hips, windows already starting to fog.

“look so good,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “taking me so deep.”

you leaned forward, kissed him messy, tongue sliding against his.

he kissed back hard, one hand sliding between you to rub your clit in tight circles.

you moaned into his mouth, hips stuttering.

“close,” you gasped.

“cum for me,” he said against your lips. “want to feel you.”

you did—hard, shaking, clenching around him, crying out his name into his mouth.

he followed right after, hips bucking up, groaning low as he spilled inside you, hot and deep.

he held you there, both panting, foreheads pressed together.

after a minute he kissed you soft, slow.

“still wanna go home?” he murmured, teasing.

you laughed, breathless, kissed him again.

“not yet.”

—

warnings: fluff, established relationship, brief disappointment/missed plans, surprise romantic gesture, kissing, soft domestic moments, light language, valentine’s day sweetness

-

a week before valentine’s day, jason tells you like he’s confessing to a crime.

you’re both half-watching something on your laptop, legs tangled on the couch, when he sighs and pauses the show.

“i gotta tell you something,” he says.

you immediately look at him. “why do you sound guilty?”

he rubs the back of his neck. “i got scheduled for a sponsor stream on valentine’s day.”

there’s a beat where your face falls before you can stop it. you try to recover fast — because you get it. this is literally his job.

“oh,” you say. “okay.”

“i tried to move it,” he adds quickly. “they couldn’t. i’m sorry. i know the timing sucks.”

you shake your head. “it’s fine. really. that’s just… streaming.”

he watches you for a second like he’s checking if you actually mean it.

“i’ll make it up to you,” he says. “i don’t know how yet, but i will.”

you smile. “you don’t have to make anything up.”

“i want to,” he says simply.

—

valentine’s morning comes too fast.

you’re half asleep when jason starts kissing your face like he’s leaving for months.

your forehead. your cheek. the corner of your mouth.

“wake up,” he murmurs between kisses.

you groan. “what time is it…”

“too early,” he admits. “but i gotta go soon.”

you crack one eye open to see him hovering over you, hair messy, hoodie half on, looking way too awake.

“happy valentine’s day,” he says, softer.

you reach up blindly and pull him down into a proper kiss. slow. warm.

“happy valentine’s day,” you mumble.

he kisses you again — and again — like he’s trying to store the feeling.

“i’m sorry i gotta leave,” he says into your cheek. “i hate it.”

“go,” you tell him. “make your money.”

he huffs a laugh. “romantic.”

you hook a finger in his hoodie. “i’ll be here.”

he presses one last kiss to your forehead. “i love you.”

“love you too.”

“miss you already,” he adds, dramatic.

“you’re still here.”

“still counts.”

and then he’s gone, the door clicking shut, the apartment settling back into quiet.

you sleep for another hour.

when you wake up, the first thing you do is pull up his stream. he’s mid-sentence, laughing at something chat said, completely in work mode — but you recognize the tiny tells. the way he rubs his thumb against the desk when he’s focused. the little head tilt when he’s listening.

you watch for a bit, smiling to yourself, wishing he was sitting beside you instead.

your phone buzzes.

jason: you awake?

you: watching you rn

jason: stop, im blushing

you: shut up lol

jason: miss you

your chest warms.

you eventually close the stream and start doing small chores — dishes, laundry, wiping down counters — phone nearby the whole time. he texts whenever he has a second.

eat today

don’t forget water

i’m almost done

it feels normal. connected, even from a distance.

by the time it’s around 9:30, you’re in sweats again, debating what to watch when there’s a knock at your door.

you frown.

no one’s supposed to be coming over.

you open it.

jason’s standing there, slightly out of breath, hair a mess like he ran his hands through it a hundred times. in one arm is an absurdly huge bouquet of flowers. in the other — your favorite takeout.

you just stare.

“…what?”

he smiles, a little shy. “hi.”

“you—” your brain catches up. “your stream—”

“ended,” he says. “as fast as i could make it.”

you don’t even answer. you grab his hoodie and pull him inside, kissing him hard enough that he laughs into it.

“hi,” he says when you finally pull back.

“you’re here,” you say, still stunned.

“i told you i’d make it up to you.”

you look at the flowers. “this is making it up?”

he shrugs, suddenly bashful. “part of it.”

you hug him tight, flowers awkwardly squished between you both.

“thank you,” you say into his shoulder.

“anything for you” he murmurs.

you take the food, set the flowers in water, and end up on the couch like you always do — except this time you keep leaning into him like you’re confirming he’s actually there.

he kisses your temple absentmindedly mid-conversation.

then your cheek.

then the corner of your mouth.

“what?” you laugh.

“missed you,” he says simply.

you rest your head on his shoulder, warmth settling in.

valentine’s day didn’t go how you expected.

but with him here — messy hair, flowers, favorite food, and all — it somehow feels exactly right.

-

Note: I saw someone do this w f1 sooo I HAD to do it with the faze boys😛

Silky

Reader: pink

Adapt: orange 

Rage: red

Note: i didn’t know how to end the fic😭✌️ sorry if this is bad im still very new at this, only really posting this because adapt won best break out streamer of the year Please comment or send me a message if you want me to write for someone specific!

NOT PROFREAD!!

It was a calm, Chilly night, you and all the faze boys just got done eating dinner and all of you were heading back home.

All of you guys were in the car heading back to the faze house.