#( int/ miranda fuentes. )

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the laugh came out garbled in a moan of approval as his fingers rubbed the fabric of her panties over her sensitive clit. "nah, he doesn't perform well under pressure." a lesson she'd learned the hard way, unfortunately. her body writhed beneath his touch, simultaneously seeking more of his touch and also attempting to escape the door she was inevitably opening by giving into her body's natural urges. she had half a mind to chastise him for calling her sensitive again, but the other half of her mind was documenting the way his fingers felt around her throat and filing it into her memory for later... inspiration. her own whine was lost to his mouth as his bulge bumped against her sensitive folds, her own hips rutting forward against his impatiently. she broke into a real grin, even if his assessment was meant to knock her down a peg. "yeah, yeah, arguing turns me on. take it up with my shrink, she seems very interested in discussing it." miranda, on the other hand, had no desire to analyze the way her pulse quickened the second she found a worthy adversary. her cheeks flushed as he positioned himself between her thighs, her hands curling around his to hold them in place, as though he might change his mind and leave her pleading for his attention. "that's the first good idea you've had since i've known you, jonah.... maybe you do have a couple braincells rattling around in that pretty head of yours." and while she was hyperaware of the compliment dropped into her taunt, she focused instead on the feeling of his hot tongue pressed against her core, a needy whine falling from her lips as her brows drew in together. "fuck."

her ability to hold onto her humor even while losing herself to pleasure was impressive— somewhat distracting, yes, but he appreciated it all the same. "i had no idea," he chuckled against her skin. "you think we should invite him to join next time?" it wasn't easy for him to keep up with the quips, especially once she slipped her hand into his briefs to grasp his cock directly, drawing out a rumbling groan of satisfaction as his gaze lifted to stare up at the ceiling. "i could tell you you're wrong, but i'd rather prove it." he punctuated his statement with a playful pinch to her hip, all the while his other hand remained busy, thumb taking the place of his fingers and beginning to rub firm circles over her covered clit. "i'm just playing, baby... didn't know you were so sensitive." just like that, she was back under his control, quite literally as he squeezed her throat a little tighter, making sure not to cut off her airflow, but letting her know that he had the ability to if he so chose. moving her hand away from him, he instead gripped her hip with his free hand so he could rut against her more directly, moaning into the kiss while his tongue slithered over hers. by the time he pulled back, she had a look of newfound determination on her face, not even giving jonah a second to react before she was shimmying her shorts down, his gaze immediately locked in between her legs as he sat back to give her more room to undress. "you're real bossy for a broad who soaked through her panties before i even started touching her," he scoffed, trying not to let on how wildly turned on he was by the demand. most women he bedded acted as though they were blessed just to have secured his attention for a few hours, but miranda truly knew her worth, and it was more arousing than he could've put into words. "tell you what." rather than resume his former position, he scooted down the bed so he could perch himself with his head between her legs, broad palms spreading her thighs further as he continued looking up at her. "just because you seem so desperate for it, i'll do you a solid. maybe a couple orgasms in a row will make you less crabby..." with that, he leaned in, tongue sticking out to lick a stripe up her cunt through the lace of her dainty panties.

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"that's funny, because you're definitely his." one of the few things, she thought, that her and her boyfriend still had in common. his sighs and groans were almost as arousing as the way his hand pressed between her thighs, and miranda was struck by how badly she'd missed not only being wanted, but making someone else feel wanted. it was intoxicating, the way his hips rolled forward in a bid for more of her touch, and suddenly she was eager to give him everything he'd spent the past few months begging for with his prolonged gazes and sexually charged taunts. her drew a whimper from her lips when his fingers slipped beyond the barrier of her shorts and her own hand followed suit, sliding past the waistband of his clothing until perfectly manicured fingers could close around his length with an appreciative sigh. "maybe.... but i didn't hear you say it was a wrong assumption." her words were breathy and low as she murmured them against his neck, and they dissolved into a needy moan as her hips rolled forward toward his fingers, trying to force a harder touch than the light grazes and taunts he was giving her. "first i'm not classy, now i'm lacking self-respect.... do you want to fuck me in the ass or not?" she'd had another quip prepared, but he caught her off guard by gripping her throat and the needy moan that his grip produced from her would've been embarrassing if her brain had been allowed to register it before his lips were claiming hers again. her own body arched toward his as he kissed her, hips meeting his at every peak as her needy whines were lost to his mouth. again, he pulled away before she was satisfied but where it had left her dazed before it left her petulant the second time, an impatient huff blown into his face as she wriggled out of her own shorts. time may have been a luxury they were given with devon out of town for the weekend, but her body was becoming increasingly desperate for release. "your head better be between my legs for the rest of the night and when i wake up in the morning: don't think that just because i need to be fucked i've forgotten that i'm way out of your league." and salivating at the thought of him inside her but..... he didn't need to know the particulars. "tell you what: make me cum first and we can put anal back on the menu."

"i'll take it." considering all the insults she'd hurled his way until that point, jonah took it as high praise. his eagerness showed through in his feverish kisses, tongue pushing its way into her mouth and lapping over hers as he swallowed up her noises of enjoyment. he couldn't help but smirk once he pulled back and saw how desperate she looked, her body lagging a moment behind and not yet catching up to the fact that they were no longer kissing. it was a state he'd never seen her in before, but she was quick to regain control as she began to kiss down his neck, prompting a throaty groan with the way her hand brushed over the crotch of his sweats. "he's not really my type..." and he didn't exactly spend his time theorizing on the size of other people's dicks, but that information did give a bit of insight as to just why miranda had stayed with him for so long. his train of thought swiftly derailed once her touch became more deliberate, eyes rolling back with a shaky sigh as his own hand followed suit, pressing against where he believed her clit to be over her shorts that much more firmly. he could feel the warmth radiating from her core even through the fabric, and, he could only imagine just how wet she'd gotten already. "that's quite an assumption." unable to resist any longer, his hand dipped below the waistband of her shorts, coming to run two fingers up and down her folds with only the flimsy material of her panties separating them, feeling how slick they'd become and letting out yet another groan. "not often... most of 'em have a little more self respect than that, i think. or maybe they're just more aware of their limits than you are." using his grip on her hair, he tugged her away from his neck, moving his other hand out of her shorts so he could instead wrap it around her throat and keep her in place for another messy kiss. both their lips became coated in spit and his hips rolling against hers greedily, as if trying to stake his claim over her body. "if you really believe i can't last, then you have nothing to worry about, do you? i'll bust after a few pumps, and then i can spend the rest of the night with my head between your legs."

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"you're not..... totally disappointing." which was a laughable bluff considering the way her hips bucked forward against his fingers, eager for more of the friction he was generous enough to provide. his careful examination of her brought a flush to her cheeks, but just as she was about to chastise his prolonged staring, his mouth swallowed her complaints in the form of a needy moan. the sloppy movement of his lips suited her just fine, happy to get lost in the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth. her gaze was hazy beneath heavy lids as he pulled back, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth expectantly. perhaps because of the faint buzz settling over her skin or maybe because his jokes were actually starting to amuse her, his taunt prompted a chiming laugh to rise from her chest as she lifted her head to pick up where he had left off, trailing open mouthed kisses over the column of his throat. her hand slipped between their bodies as he spoke, fingers grazing over the bulge between his legs. "that's cute: you're telling me all this time living together and you've never snuck a peak at devon's equipment? trust me, he's not lacking in that department." of all her complaints about her boyfriend, size did not make the list. though, as she massaged his cock through the fabric of his sweat pants, miranda could tell that jonah certainly wasn't wanting either. "i think..... you're the one at risk of being overwhelmed." again, laughable when everything about her movements cried out of desperation. "i saw your face when i offered it up.... how often do the girls you're with offer up anal? i bet you don't last..... thirty seconds before you cum—- pervert."

"hm?" he lifted his head momentarily to regard her, half a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. "i didn't quite get that..." that quick wit of hers was no match for his wandering lips, his intent to savor every inch of her resulting in a short circuiting of her usual spiteful retorts. it was enough to make his ego swell, feeling as though he'd broken through her prickly exterior once and for all, a triumph he'd been working towards practically since she and his roommate got together. he was careful not to suck too hard as he made his way to her neck, not wanting to leave behind any marks that her boyfriend might notice, but it wasn't easy holding himself back in his eager state. "how am i doing so far?" he gave her nipple another careful tug just to sway her response before he went back to carefully kissing and nipping at her skin, tongue sticking out to drag over the curve of her neck and groaning at the briny taste of her sweat. the hand that had been gripping at her thigh drifted around to cup her over her shorts, first groping at her before beginning to rub his fingers over her clothed cunt. when she guided his head up to look down at her, he merely admired her features for a moment, raising a hand to brush his fingertips across the gently curve of her cheekbone before threading it through her hair and finally leaning down, pressing his lips against hers. the kiss quickly devolved from something calculated into more sloppy territory, a string of spit connecting their mouths once he finally pulled back for a gasp of air. "i think you were right to take it off the table, actually," he spoke in between diving back down for a few more short kisses. "you're probably not used to anything more than five inches... it might be too much for you."

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"of course i think—" but her words devolved into a sigh as his lips continued traveling over her skin and miranda momentarily forgot whatever quick retort she'd prepared. if she'd even had one prepared. his touch felt almost as hungry as the heat pooling in her abdomen, and it became impossible to tell whether she was squirming toward the sensation or away from the man who was very rapidly unraveling her. "well i look forward to being proven wrong, then." and, despite the snark that powered the sentiment as her fingers combed through his hair, miranda found that she really did hope he surprised her. so much of her life had become a monotonous disappointment, perhaps a pleasant surprise would make staying a little more bearable. at least until she decided what she wanted. he brought her out of the deep train of thought when his gaze met hers, and suddenly her cheeks flushed without her permission. the amazement in his expression caught her off guard, but she answered with a loud moan as he returned to devouring her flesh. "yeah, i'm starting to agree..." a whimper rose from her as his hips rolled forward, her own rising to meet the bulge of his cock with a low whine. her eyes fell closed as his mouth traveled up her neck, hands still cradling his head to hold him close as he spoke. "oh i should?" lips curling into a grin, she used her hold on his head to pull him back just a fraction. "kiss me and i'll think about it."

“you think so?” he couldn’t help but chuckle as her resolve seemed to fade, barely able to hold onto her snark by a thread. it was more than satisfying to watch the effect of his actions take hold of her in real time, everything negative she’d ever said about him or his sexual prowess falling flat in the face of reality. she could try and cut him down all she wanted, but her physical responses spoke louder than words. “maybe i like proving people wrong.” not that he ever really encountered women that doubted him to the same extent that miranda seemed to— if her assumptions were even genuine, which jonah highly doubted. if they were, he was sure he’d already changed her mind with the careful attention he was paying to her tits, greedily mouthing over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth once again and allowing his teeth to mimic the actions of his fingers with a soft bite. her clarification stole his focus away from her breasts entirely, suddenly freezing before lifting his head to look her in the eye. “wait… seriously?” his expression shifted from shock to an incredulous smirk, looking down at her with brand new eyes for a moment before he dove back down, tweaking her nipple and using his tongue to lavish over the other with a renewed vigor. “fuck… devon doesn’t deserve you.” and it only made him that much more puzzled as to just how he’d ended up with such a perfect specimen as miranda. the needy movement of her hips earned her a low throaty groan, following through with another rough roll of his own, grinding more directly against her core. his mouth traveled further up her body, wet open-mouth kisses landing him at the curve of her neck as his hand drifted from her ass to her thigh, fingertips digging into the meaty flesh and continuing to keep her legs spread. “uh huh…” he practically whined by her ear. “feel how much i want you? i think you should reconsider the anal thing…”

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"i don't think i'd have to try very.... hard...." but it was hard to sound as intimidating as she was aiming for when she was so fucking breathless. she was used to jonah raising her blood pressure, but the way her body was responding didn't correlate with how her brain usually reacted, and it took a level of focus she couldn't maintain to keep from squirming closer to his touch. "but if your cover screams 'i don't eat pussy', don't you think you should fix that?" that had only been her initial impression of him, of course. she'd observed him enough (and certainly heard him enough with other women) to know that very few women left feeling as though they hadn't been generously attended to. as if to drive the point home, the way his tongue flicked over the sensitive, stiff peak of her breast drew a soft whimper and a renewed excitement for his tongue to explore elsewhere. "was on the table: not only did you make fun of my tits, but now you're insinuating that i'm trashy for being a sexually enlightened woman?" again, the lecture was undermined by the needy moan she let out, back arching into his hand as his fingers twisted around her nipple. "—fuck." she exhaled the quiet praise into the air as his fingers dug into her skin, hips rolling forward against him as he drew her closer. the distinct feel of his cock pushing against her thigh did not go unnoticed, and miranda let out a breathy laugh as her fingers combed through his hair, linking at the back of his head to keep his mouth trained on her nipple. "is that all for me? i certainly didn't see that when i chased off your little blonde."

"you can definitely try," he offered, not at all phased by the concept. "feel free to get creative— i'd like to see what you come up with, actually." surely she couldn't say anything he hadn't heard countless times before, and besides, now that he knew she was as sexually attracted to him as he was to her, nothing she said could truly hurt him. something told him they were both the type to treat fighting like foreplay, which is exactly how they'd ended up in this position in the first place, so he welcomed any attempt to further that antagonism. it only made it that much hotter to finally have her eating out of the palm of his hand just as she was now, welcoming his exploration of her body, though not without dishing out her usual snark. he could tell just how affected she was even if she wouldn't admit to it, clocking the shift of her hips and deliberately refusing to take things any faster than his own pace. "you can't judge a book by its cover, miranda," he chided. "no matter how devastatingly handsome..." continuing to fondle her breasts as he gazed down at her laid out beneath him, he couldn't help but snicker as she protested his assumption, his thumb and pointer gently tugging at her stiff nipple. "relax, sourpuss... i'm just teasing." with a softened gaze, jonah leaned back down to begin peppering kisses over the soft flesh of the breast that had been left unattended, making his way over to her nipple before he sucked the rosy bud into his mouth and flicked the tip of his tongue over its peak. "i wasn't aware anal was on the table..." he murmured against her skin. "thought you were too classy for that." while one hand alternated between massaging her breast and tweaking her nipple, the other snaked down from her waist, curling around to squeeze at the meat of her ass and using his hold as leverage to wrench her legs open wider. his smirk was lost to lavishing his tongue over her nipple, circling around her areola while he pressed his hips forward so she could feel his erection against her thigh.

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"and you're not worried i'll hurt your ego?" a taunt as much as it was a genuine question: there'd been a point in time when she thought devon would be able to withstand her biological need to challenge every person who tried to lay any sort of claim to her, but like most people he'd failed the test quickly and she'd been forced to either grin and bear it or admit her mistake. it came as no surprise that her pride had won out. her breathing grew heavier as his hands and his lips explored her body, temperature steadily rising the more he eagerly consumed her. there was something.... sincere about the way he offered to take over, a genuine desire to see her satisfied that had miranda's hips lifting toward him in a desperate bid for some of the attention he was promising. he was right, though: she'd totally forgotten what it was like to have someone tease and tempt her, drawing out the pleasure to heighten both of their excitement. still, she'd die before admit that the art of foreplay had become a distant memory. "i guess i just didn't think you were the kind of guy who was into foreplay." or maybe, selfishly, she'd been hoping he wasn't. her impatience was forgotten as his hands covered her breasts, a soft moan falling from her full pout before her lips curled into a smile despite herself. "oh, fuck you." she smacked one of his hands away playfully, despite the way she leaned into the touch of his other palm. "it's a full b! and it's not about the size, anyway." though he'd somehow managed to uncover one of five insecurities she allowed herself. "watch it: i still haven't fully decided how far i'm gonna let you get. that ass you like so much is about to be off-limits if you're not careful."

"i dunno... i think it has something to do with most men being too insecure in their masculinity, or whatever. they don't want a firecracker like you threatening their fragile egos." jonah, however, felt more than confident enough to handle her, enjoying being knocked down a peg almost as much as he enjoyed trying to dish out a bit of that same behavior back to her. though she insisted upon maintaining that aura of aloof detachment, he could tell she was succumbing to his charms, her resolve swiftly weakening before his very eyes. "i guess you could say i'm a male feminist..." he murmured, his voice a low vibration against the skin of her neck, brushing her hair away to give him more access. her beauty was one thing, but her scent was almost more arousing than her appearance, seeming to grow more fragrant the closer he got to her pulse point. something warm and subtly spicy, distinctly feminine, but nowhere near delicate. "i think it'd do you good to not be in control for once... just let me take care of you." she could do just about anything to him and he'd find a way to be aroused, but it was wildly satisfying to be the one in charge, giving her no choice but to submit to his will or deny herself what she'd been craving for months now. it wasn't like he was intending on using her only for his benefit— her pleasure was his main objective. having tugged her shirt up to her sternum with his teeth, jonah released it and instead used his hands to push it further up her body, exposing her perky tits before he dipped back down to start his trail of kisses just below her bellybutton. his gaze returned to her face as he ascended her body once again, reveling in the look of satisfaction she was trying to stifle. "it's called foreplay... don't tell me you forgot what that's like?" having reached her tits, he sat up slightly, swallowing them up in his broad palms and giving them a squeeze, admiring the softness of her skin as he brushed his thumbs over her stiff nipples. while he usually tended to gravitate towards curvier women, preferring a little more of something to grab onto, every part of miranda's body was exquisite, finely crafted in its own right and well worth marveling over. "what's your cup size?" he couldn't help but tease, giving one nipple a slight pinch while giving the other breast a light slap. "double a?"

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"it doesn't work on everyone because they're too afraid to commit. i don't do anything halfway, though." the way her eyes tracked his every movement was as much a test as it was an indication of her interest. typically miranda considered herself very decisive, but with her mind and her body at war her resolve was liable to crumble at even the smallest whim. his easy banter set her at ease, though, and she laughed despite herself as his lips continued along the line of her shoulder. "i didn't realize you were so interested in women's health.... very enlightened of you." dark eyes falling to a close as his lips worked over the curve of her neck, she let out a satisfied hum at the mental image his assessment produced. "and i would've enjoyed every second of it: you could do with more girls kicking your ass, i think. it builds character." but already she was losing track of her train of though, words softer as her touch starved frame relaxed into his. the swift movement caught her off guard, but with her defenses down she was powerless to his whims as he maneuvered her to his liking, a quiet yelp the only form of objection and even that dissolved into a needy whimper as her back hit his mattress. "what, you don't like a girl on top?" truthfully, though, it suited her just fine to have him take charge. all of the intimacy in her actual relationship required her to initiate, and it felt nice to be able to sit back for once, to be admired and lavished the way she felt she deserved to be. her fingers combed through his hair as he took her shirt between his teeth, watching with awe as he undressed her slowly while her teeth sunk into her lower lip in an attempt to stifle the grin threatening to take over her carefully sharpened features and reveal the soft curve of her high cheekbones or the dimple she rarely smiled wide enough to envoke. "careful; the more anticipation you build, the higher my expectations."

"that whole ball-buster girlboss thing doesn't work on everyone, but it's sexy on you." she was the sort of woman who demanded respect, refusing to settle for less than what she deserved— the exact sort of woman who was too good for him, and perhaps that's why jonah found himself so hung up on her. it may have seemed as though he'd already hooked her, but he was well aware of just how precarious their affair was. she could change her mind and leave him with blue balls at any moment, so he needed to continue to be on the top of his game in order to secure her favor. "you looking for a check up? regular breast exams are crucial, y'know... i'd be happy to oblige." drawn in closer, he continued trailing kisses across her shoulder, growing sloppier as he began to raise up onto his knees to reach her neck. "well excuse the fuck outta me for trying to be a gentleman... you would've kneed me in the dick if i tried anything sooner." however much time they'd wasted tiptoeing around their attraction for each other, jonah was prepared to make it more than worth the wait, giving her a night to remember so she had no choice but to come back for more. he hummed against the delicate skin of her neck, mouthing at it absentmindedly before he reached out for her hips, tugging her down on top of him and quickly flipping them over so her back hit the mattress and her hair fanned out beneath her. "i think maybe it's time we reversed the roles, don't you?" with an impish smirk plastered on his face, he leaned down enough until he could bite at the hem of her top, holding it between his teeth and dragging it up her body slowly to reveal more of her pristine flesh.

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"well, i get tired of waiting for people to give me what i deserve: it's easier sometimes just to take it." just as she was about to take the affection she felt she was so desperately owed. teeth sank into her full lower lip as she watched the way her crawled toward her, dark eyes admiring the way he dipped forward to trail kisses over the back of her hand. "i guess i shouldn't be so surprised how prepared you are.... but the more you talk the less certain i am whether i'm in your bedroom or the free clinic off twenty-third and hawthorne." if she was going to relent (which they both knew she was), the least she could do was get out the rest of her petty insults first. as his kisses continued up over her bicep, miranda's free arm wound around his shoulders to pull her body flush against his. "i mean it took you this long to get over yourself and make a definitive move, so i was starting to wonder...." the wait was just as much her fault, though, and she was eager to make up for lost time as her fingers ran over the expanse of his back, memorizing each curve of muscle. "please, the attitude is seventy-five percent of the appeal: i know you like it when i put you in your place."

"i've noticed... you've always been a go-getter, haven't you?" which only made it more confounding how she'd ended up settling for her boyfriend. jonah didn’t understand how anyone could be satisfied with just one person, given the vast array of options out there, but while he valued the freedom and variety of remaining single, there were times when he was tempted to go back for seconds, or even thirds— he was sure that would be the case with miranda, if he could be so lucky. she was the sort, if any, he felt was worthy of settling down with, but it worked better in his favor that she was already committed to someone else, and that way he could have her as often as he wanted without worrying that she’d expect him to make it official at some point. in his eyes, it was the perfect set up. “please,” he rolled his eyes. “faking an orgasm is one thing, but faking three in a row is just excessive, don’t you think?” to her next point, he stretched back over to his bedside table, pulling open the drawer and rifling around until he pulled out a strip of condoms and tossed them onto the bed for her to see. “don't worry. i think you’ll be safe from my disease riddled dick.” she talked a big game, one of his favorite qualities of hers, but he could tell he was getting through to her, slowly chipping away at that hardened exterior of hers and getting closer to her ooey-gooey center. “mmm, i’m sure.” stubbing out what was left of his cigarette in the makeshift ashtray, he instead shifted to all fours, slowly crawling over to where her fingers danced across his mattress and stooping down to kiss his way up from the back of her hand to her forearm. “i’m not blind, am i?” he murmured, continuing to trail his lips up her arm. “the attitude could use some work, but your ass more than makes up for it.”

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"yes, well... he's not quite as ambitious as i am." which was an understatement if there'd ever been one. she'd never been one to sit around and wait for what she wanted, and the idea of remaining in a less than ideal situation simply because it was more comfortable still didn't sit right with her. but neither did the thought of leaving the first real relationship she'd ever been a part of. miranda hadn't quite figured out where sleeping with jonah fell on her scale, but it certainly felt better than spending another night alone. she's a little too pleased to have gotten under his skin once more (only fair after he's made her blush like a school girl, she thinks), biting the inside of her cheek to keep a small smile in check. "that's what you think. maybe your blonde bimbos are just afraid of hurting your feelings. and i'm not sure you can say there's no risk when you've got a new girl in your bed every weekend: i'm not trying to contract anything, jonah." but, truthfully, he was saying all the right things and that much was clear by the way she continued creeping forward, drawing nearer and nearer to the edge of his bed. "devon has his charms." not enough that he deserved her defense, but she was nothing if not loyal. her eyes zeroed in on his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips, fingertips walking along the edge of his bed now that she was close enough. his offer was more than tempting... and it was what they'd both been dancing around for weeks. months, even. head tilting, she finally allowed him a small smile. "....you think my body's perfect?"

"and yet... here you are." it was no surprise to jonah that her efforts to secure new housing with devon were unsuccessful. he was constantly late with his half of the rent payment, frequently asking to borrow money, and he strongly doubted miranda would've been willing to pick up the slack for him should they have found a place to live on their own. at first his financial unreliability had been irritating, causing jonah to consider seeking alternate living arrangements himself, but then miranda started coming around more frequently, and he found that her presence was enough to make up for his former frustrations. the way the hue of her cheeks deepened in color wasn't lost on him, that ever present smirk still tugging at his lips even as they wrapped around his cigarette for another drag. he could always tell when he'd hit a nerve, having learned her tells over time so that even when she tried to suppress her true emotions, he could still decipher them. "who said it's sub-par?" he scoffed, such an accusation possibly the most offensive thing she'd ever said to him. "it's always mind-blowing with me— for all parties involved. and you're not the only chick with a girlfriend i've fucked... i can be very discreet. no risk involved." of course, none of those girls had been dating his roommate, which would no doubt make things messier. or, perhaps, it would make sneaking around even easier, since she already had a reason to be at his place. he could feel her resolve weakening, gradually giving way to what she truly wanted, and he knew he had her hooked. all she needed was a little more convincing, and they'd both be headed towards a happy ending. "oh, i'm sure... you're just picky, huh?" he chuckled. "rightfully so. you could have your pick of any guy you wanted, that's not something you should take lightly. any guy, and yet you chose devon... to each their own, i guess." tapping the accumulated ash off the end of his cigarette into an empty cup on his bedside table, he remained studying her, his gaze heavy with the weight of his own desire, eyes lingering on where her nipples were pressing up against the flimsy material of her top as he wetted his lips. "i get it— you love him, or whatever. that's fine. you can have your sexless loverboy, and you can have someone willing to camp out between your legs for hours while he's at work, no strings attached. someone dying to get you off as many times as your perfect little body can handle... you can have whatever you want. all you have to do is ask."

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"you think i haven't suggested it?" in fact, she'd practically begged her boyfriend to look at apartments within their budget. of course, that had been early on when his actions had still bought him her loyalty. the attraction to jonah had been immediate: a spark so hot it seemed impossible that devon was totally ignorant to it. still, she'd tried to ignore it.... for a time. but the longer her needs went unaddressed (not to mention the more devon's lack of interest began to wear on her) the harder it became to deny the way his gaze made her heart race. for some reason him mentioning her vibrator made her cheeks flush, even though she'd been the one to insinuate its use in the first place. the fact that he'd called the toy out directly without her mentioning it sparked the idea that perhaps he'd imagined the scenario before and the idea was entirely too flattering to her ego. "maybe you're fine with settling for sub-par sex, but i'm not risking my relationship for anything less than mind-blowing." and, unfortunately for devon, something told her sex with jonah would surpass her expectations. she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes studied her intently, as though he could see straight through the tight cotton lounge-set she was wearing. her breath hitched just slightly as he laid his hand out on the table, crossing the line they'd been tip-toeing up to. "i'm not a prude." as close to a definitive confirmation of her interest as she was willing to get. "but is it gonna be worth my time? i really hate having my time wasted." she was desperate to remain defiant, holding onto the morals she'd once held onto so tightly... but it was more than needing to be fucked. she was also desperate to be desired by someone again, and the way jonah looked at her drew her in like a moth to flame.

"you don't have to be here," he reminded her. "you two could always get your own place. but then i guess you'd be locked into a year long lease, and i'm guessing you two have maybe one... two months, tops, left in you." of course, then jonah wouldn't have someone around to mutually antagonize whenever the mood struck, and for that reason alone, he was hoping their relationship would have a bit more longevity than that. the only chance he had of sleeping with her would be while she remained in a relationship with his roommate, both trapped and unsatisfied. having her needs met by someone right there in the apartment would simply be too tempting to pass up the more her frustration grew, and they'd end up both getting what they wanted. "good to know... well, when the battery in your vibrator dies, you know where to find me." rolling over to reach his bedside table, he fished a cigarette out of his crumpled pack, placing it between his lips so he could light up before blowing a ring of smoke in her direction. "i never claimed to have high standards," he shrugged. "i have no problem being a whore. least i'm getting action..." he went back to studying her as she detailed just what it would take to get her in bed, silently plotting how to worm his way around those criteria. it seemed hard to believe that devon could've won her over with monetary offerings, but then again, he'd always been a bit of a romantic— jonah lacked both money, and the capacity for courtship, but what he was overflowing in was charm and persistence. "i think you know what i'd suggest." their gazes locked as his lips curled around the filtered end of his cigarette, barely able to suppress his smirk long enough to inhale and exhale. "question is, are you too big of a prude to accept what i'm offering?"

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"maybe.... but it wouldn't solve my biggest problem, which is that my boyfriend lives with an absolute moron." actually, her biggest problem was how badly she wanted said moron, but she'd have to acknowledge it as a fact to identify it as problem, and miranda had conveniently turned off the self-aware part of her brain. "no, your general presence just makes me crabby: i may be missing the real thing, but i'm certainly not pent up." she'd been torn between interrupting the moans that radiated from his room and taking care of the arousal they raised, in fact. of course, interrupting had ultimately won out. "oh, so the bar is literally on the floor. you'll fuck anyone who shows you even the slightest interest? and you have the audacity to act like i'm easy." of course, he wasn't entirely wrong in assuming as much. while her list of standards was short, she was uncompromising of them. "if the right amount of money is spent on the evening? why not? i think it's only fair that i reward such efforts.... because, trust me, it doesn't come easy." devon had been the first man she had dated to make under seven figures, in fact, and in the end miranda had only agreed because the lengths he'd been willing to go to in pursuit of her felt.... genuine. it only made her present disappointment sting even more. "so if you're the expert, what do you suggest i do? to take care of my little.... problem."

"i believe it... i also believe a good fuck could probably solve the majority of your problems, so it really is a shame you're such a prude." he remained nonchalant as he spoke, not trying to lay it on too thick and scare her off altogether. it was a delicate thing, trying to seduce his roommate's girl. jonah couldn't act like he wanted it too much, or else she'd realize how much power she held, and she'd walk all over him. all he could do was try and entice her through suggestion, throwing out little breadcrumbs to hint at his interest and let her know the offer was on the table, but it was up to her to take the bait. "damn. no wonder you're so fucking crabby. you've got a month's worth of bitchiness holed up in there just waiting to get pounded out of you..." besides the selfishness of his attraction, it really was unfortunate that someone as alluring as her wasn't having her needs met consistently. a woman like that shouldn't have to ask for what she wanted; she should be showered in an abundance of attention, spoiled with all her partner had to offer her, and yet miranda had been left neglected for far too long. "well, y'know, in order to fuck someone, they kinda have to wanna fuck you back. not my fault blondies happen to be the most eager." as far as having a type went, jonah could never quite pin his down. he'd fuck pretty much any hot girl who wanted to fuck him, but he'd always found himself most drawn to the fiery headstrong types— the type who never seemed to want him back, or perhaps were too proud to admit it. "you do realize that makes you a prostitute, right? will fuck for food? have some class, miranda... you're much too good to give it up that easily," he teased, hoping to prod her in just the right way to get her to bite back properly.

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"i'm frustrated by a lot of things, not just my current dry spell." though, for what it was worth, that was the primary cause of her contempt. miranda fuentes had never gone a day in her life without feeling desired: whether those desires were genuine or predatory has never mattered to her as much as the fact that she was someone people wanted, and being rebuffed by her own partner had done.... interesting things to her mental stability. "not that it's any of your fucking business, but since i suspect you know the answer anyway.... it's been a few weeks." three and a half. and while she was more than capable of taking care of herself, the fact that she had to when someone as maddening repellent as devon's roommate was getting lucky on a regular basis felt unjust. the word jealous snapped her back to attention and she turned on her heel to shoot an icy glare in his direction. "i'm dumbfounded, not jealous. and petty, maybe." and not entirely immune to the long glances he spared her when he thought she wasn't looking. "do you want a round of applause for stepping out of the fumes long enough to see what you've been missing? and if you think that line's gonna get you in my pants, you're severely overestimating how desperate i am: i don't even take my bra off for less than a four course meal." a bluff, of course, but she would've been remiss if she gave into him too easily.

“you’re sexually frustrated, clearly, and if you can’t fuck, you might as well fight. right? did i get the gist?” the petty insults didn’t bother him, as his self esteem wasn’t fragile enough to be wounded by such accusations. what really got to him was that miranda couldn’t simply suffer alone, or even bring her frustrations up with her boyfriend; instead she had to drag jonah down with her so they were both miserable, as if he had anything to do with her relationship issues. “and when would that be? seriously, how long has it been since you two fucked? i can’t even remember the last time i heard that piercing banshee screech of yours…” now he wasn’t even trying to hold back his amusement, sporting a full blown grin as she continued to play into his taunting rather than backing down and leaving him to his own devices. if she really disliked him as much as she claimed to, she’d avoid him as much as possible, but he could tell she got a kick out of pushing his buttons just as much as he did hers. “so you are jealous… listen, i can’t help that i’m irresistible, and it’s not my fault your boyfriend can’t take his head out of his own ass long enough to make you cum.” he took the opportunity of her attention being directed elsewhere to really ogle her, gaze slowly dragging up her frame and lingering on her ass before continuing on its way. out of respect for his roommate, he’d been keeping his attraction at bay, but with him out of the house and miranda so clearly egging him on, he had no choice but to tease her a bit. “i don’t only fuck blondes, y’know… i’ve kinda been developing a thing for bitchy brunettes lately.”

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"what's really going on? and what do you think is going on here? because i was pretty clear in my intention coming in here: it was noisy as fuck and it didn't sound like you were doing a particularly good job at.... whatever you were doing, so i figured breaking it up would be a small mercy." and if hearing the sporadic moans and hushed voices had her squirming on the couch picturing that perpetually running mouth of his on her body? well she'd be taking that to her grave. "oh my god, you are so fucking WEIRD. i knew you listened in when we had sex, dev told me i was being paranoid." and yet, weird behavior or no, she stepped further into his bedroom, face scrunched into a pout as she peered around. "well, you've got that right: and i taste incredible, so i couldn't tell you what his problem is." she didn't look at him as she spoke, instead admiring a few photos pinned to the wall. "even if i had just come in here to cock-block and not out of the pity i felt for that girl, could you blame me? why should you get lucky with every bottle-blonde you bring home when i'm being woefully ignored? it goes against the laws of nature."

the way she played dumb in the face of his frustration only served to irritate jonah further, face screwing up in contempt as she continued to assert her innocence. "you're so full of shit..." he scoffed. "this whole 'professional cock-blocker' act would be a lot more tolerable if you were just fucking up front about what's really going on here." maybe she was too chicken to own up to it, but he wasn't dumb— clearly her boyfriend wasn't satisfying her in the way she needed, and so she chose to take it out on him. the bickering and the general bitchiness was pretty hot, actually, but she never followed through, always getting him riled up just to end up leaving him high and dry with no way to expel all that pent up energy. "kinda makes sense, though... haven't heard anything coming from your guys' bedroom in, like... fuck if i know how long. probably forgot what getting off sounds like." at least he was able to derive some satisfaction from doling out a bit of that passive aggression miranda was known for, lips curling into a smirk despite his efforts to remain neutral. "it's really a shame, too; pretty girl like you, perfect thighs like that... if i were devon, i'd never come up for air.