#smplive

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MDNI - Nsfw , wc 1.8k

established relationship , no major kinks , reader is fem

Sometimes being with Jay is hard. He’s busy, he’s noisy, he’s emotionally absent half the time. But you’ve somehow made it a year now; you met in your video production class in your senior year of high school and slowly but surely wormed your way into his life. He streams at night, working the deli in the day. He doesn’t have much time for you, but on weekends he’s all yours.

It’s a Saturday night, and you’re staying the weekend at John’s parents’ house. His parents are asleep, his siblings are out, and it's finally just you two. You slip your hands onto his broad shoulders, manicured nails digging into his hoodie gently.

“Babe,” You say, an ounce of impatience in your tone. 

“Hold on” John mutters, checking his email one last time. He’d just finished his homework for his computer science class, leaving you ignored and needy in favor of his education, the bastard. You sigh and pull your hands back, immediately earning a huff from Schlatt, he knew what you wanted by now; he’d gotten used to dealing with your neediness. Mostly. 

You sit back on his bed, shedding your hoodie and leaving you in a tanktop that clung to you like a second skin, something your mom would’ve scolded you for wearing. Jay glances back when he sees a blur of black in his peripheral, getting an eyeful of your cleavage. Suddenly his fingers are sliding down under his desk to power off his PC, spinning around in his chair to face you. He smiles, that almost cocky smirk that makes your heart flutter, and your stomach lurch with want. 

“Need somethin’?” He all but purrs, scooting his chair to the edge of the bed so he can get his hands on you. Large hands find your small waist, and you scoot closer to the edge of his bed to let him get a better grip.

“Mhm,” You hum, light and airy, a tease. You sling your arms around his neck, pulling him in close. It's a bit of an awkward angle with how tall he is, but you two have done this plenty. He doesn’t respond just yet, opting to lean in to kiss at your nape instead. You tilt your head, making more room for Schlatt in the juncture of your neck. You hum softly, back arching into those huge hands.

“I like this shirt,” he mumbles against your skin, his fingers curling into your waist. You can feel your face heat up, sure you wore it for his attention, but you didn’t need him to know that. You nod, simple and breathless; he pauses at the silence, pulling back slightly. “You’re quiet tonight,” he says, slight unease lacing his tone. 

“Just thinking,” You respond, running a hand through his short brown hair. “About you” You add. He scoffs at that, smiling lazily. 

“Smooth talker, you tryin’ to seduce me tonight?” He asks, still smirking down at you. 

“Maybe,” You say smoothly, “Is it working?”

He hums, leaning up to kiss you instead of giving a verbal answer. You immediately melt into the kiss, your tongue prodding at his lower lip. You’re moving fast tonight. He accepts and parts his lips, immediately taking control of the kiss. Your lips move together, small kisses devolving into a blur of lips and tongue (and teeth, oops) until he’s over your teasing, your small hands had been wandering down his chest. He stands up, breaking the kiss and leaving you breathless for just a moment before he’s kicking his gaming chair away and leaning down over you, pushing you back onto his bed.

His hands stay on your shoulders for just a moment as he pulls you into another kiss. As soon as his lips are on yours, his hands are wandering down to your tits, groping and feeling at your sizeable chest. He groans against your lips, no matter how many times he feels you up, he never gets used to how heavenly your chest feels against his large palms. A particularly rough squeeze earns a gasp from you, making the corner of his mouth quirk up into that sly smile. He bites down on your lower lip, your fingers tugging at his hair in response, pulling out a soft grunt from him. It’s always like this: a competition to see who can draw out the most pleasure from their partner. He usually wins. You usually let him win. 

You usually end up like this, on your back under him with his hand down your pants, gasping and moaning into his mouth as his thick fingers work you open. Schlatt’s hands aren't small by any means. His fingers fill you up better than you ever could with your own, even better than your toys at home that you use when John’s away. 

You whimper his name, grinding down onto his palm uselessly; you need more. “Johnathan, baby,” You whine. “Fuck me, please”

His fingers still inside you, and he groans, shuddering against you. “Fuck, ask me again” He breathes, forehead pressed against yours, lips a breath away. 

“Please, John, fuck me.” You manage, lowering your voice to a more seductive tone, sweet and silky against his ear. He smiles.

“Yeah. Thats it” he groans, reaching down to palm himself through his boxers. “Such a good fuckin’ girl” He says through gritted teeth. It makes your head spin, and you can’t help but clench around nothing. 

His hands tug down his joggers, past his hips to expose his boxers, tented and leaking pre. You’ve seen his cock plenty, thick and cut, not the longest but god, you’ve taught him how to use it well. 

His fingers curl around his length, one hand the underside of your knee and yanking it up to your chest; he really doesn’t realize his own strength, but you’re so small compared to him. You whine at the stretch, your knee pressed against your chest as he strokes himself to his full length. “You look so fuckin good like this” He moans, “Perfect little slut, aren’t you?” He asks.

You nod, swallowing thickly. You know what's coming when he talks like that. Tonight won’t be whispered words and slow strokes. He leans forward on his knees, lining himself up with your soaked cunt, rubbing the blunt head of his cock over your smooth folds. “So wet for me, sweetheart,” He murmurs, pressing into you with a groan. Your back arches off his mattress, hands scrambling for purchase against his biceps, tugging at the thick fabric of his hoodie. 

“Oh, fuck-” You gasp, throwing your head back in pleasure as his thick length fills you up. You moan his name again, earning a small sound from him, something akin to a hiss. The wind is immediately knocked from your lungs as he starts to thrust up into you, drawing out small gasps and moans as you struggle to acclimate to the sensation. “Baby, oh, god,” you groan, his panting now audible even over your pathetic whines. 

“Yeah? You like that?” He grunts, always so vocal during sex. “My good girl.” He shudders, his thrusts stuttering for just a moment at his own praise; he always managed to work himself up. Your heart is beating out of your chest when you catch a glimpse of him, gripping your hip and thigh like they’ve wronged him, brows furrowed in concentration as he slaps his hips against yours. Your eyes slip shut, trying to commit the image to memory. It earns you a slap on the thigh, “Look at me.”

Your eyes meet his again, dark brown almost black in the lack of light. He looks pained, pleasure close to overwhelming him already, but he really wants you to finish first. His hand on your thigh trails down to between the two of you, thumb circling your clit. The new sensation rips a high moan from you, your hands immediately finding his forearm to steady yourself, moans akin to sobs spilling from you wildly. You can feel your orgasm starting to dawn on you, embarrassingly fast, with the dual sensation of his cock bullying you and his thumb circling your most sensitive bundle of nerves. “Thats it,” he grunts, his hand coming up from your hip to rest on the base of your neck, you bite your lip hard to stifle a loud moan. 

“Close” You choke out, earning a relieved groan from the man above you. 

“You gonna cum for me? Yeah… fuck, baby” He says lowly, his hips stuttering against yours, he’s so close himself. “Yeah, gonna fuckin’ fill you up.” He pants.

He’s cumming inside you soon enough, you’d been on birth control for awhile and managed to convince Jay you two didnt need condoms anymore. He spills inside you with a chorus of your name, repeated over and over until he’s breathless, hips stilled against yours. 

It takes a few moments for him to come down from his high, you didn’t finish yet. He glances up at you, then between your legs with a chuckle. “Shit.” He laughs, rolling off of you. “Y’didn’t cum, did’ya?” He asks hazily, and you nod.

He’s back on you in a few moments, breathless and spent but so desperate to make you feel good in return. He lowers himself between your legs, kissing at your thighs on his way down. He wastes no time getting to work, and you waste no time in threading your hands through his short brown curls. He licks a stripe up your cunt, and you gasp, arching into his mouth and tugging on his hair. “Johnathan,” You moan, grinding your hips up against his face, the slight stubble on him making your inner thighs tickle. He flattens his tongue against your cunt, lapping at your wetness like a man starved. You shudder and whimper, more vocal than ever with his face between your thighs, he loved when you got loud, even if he had to tell you to be quiet more than half the time. 

“Shh, baby” He mumbles against your cunt, not daring to pull away for even a moment. You nod, swallowing down a moan. Right, his parents are home. The thought of getting caught makes your head spin in the most delicious way, heart racing, blood rushing. You bring a hand up to your mouth, muffling your sounds of pleasure against your palm. His tongue flicks your clit and you can hardly contain your sob, a sharp pang of pleasure shooting through you. He closes his mouth around the bud, sucking gently. That sends you over the edge, legs shaking.

He groans against your cunt, not letting up even when you squeeze your thighs around his head and tug on his hair. He doubles down as you ride out your orgasm, crying out his name into your palm. 

He pulls back, chin covered in your slick as you pant. “That good?” He murmurs, voice thick as he wipes off his lips with the back of his hand. You nod, staring up at the ceiling. He smiles, flopping down next to you “I’m hard again” he sighs, putting his hands up behind his head. 

JSCHLATT DOESN'T ADOPT PEOPLE FOR NO REASON, HE REMEMBERS HIS PREVIOUS CHILDREN, HOLY SHIT, IT'S ALWAYS SOMEONE PINK (art of grunk rammonymous btw)