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hd-junglebook · 10 months ago

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It's Always Been You

Part 3

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Word Count - 4,855

A:N this isn't exactly what I pictured for this chapter, but it goes into more detail about their feelings. Which idk about you, but I have been dying to figure out.

Y/N stepped out of the apartment building, the cold night air whipping at her face and stinging her tear-stained cheeks. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to compose herself as she made her way down the sidewalk, her heels clicking against the pavement.

As she approached the curb, she saw a sleek grey Mercedes parked along the street, its engine idling softly. The driver's side door opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out, a concerned expression on his face as he hurried to greet her.

"Hi," he said, his voice warm and slightly hesitant. "Are you alright? I got scared you were gonna ditch me out here."

Y/N forced a laugh, the sound hollow and brittle to her own ears. She felt a pang of guilt at the concern in his voice. If only he knew how close she had come to canceling.

How the thought of walking back into that apartment and facing Jack again made her stomach churn with a sickening mixture of heartbreak and humiliation.

She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over once again.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't bear the thought of spending another night alone in her room, crying herself to sleep over a man who would never love her the way she wanted him to.

So instead, she pasted on a smile, straightening her shoulders with false bravado, hoping that the dim streetlights would hide the redness of her eyes and the tremor in her hands.

"No, no, I wouldn't do that," she said, her voice falsely bright. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit.

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. I just had a little trouble finding my keys." The lie tasted bitter on her tongue.

Liam studied her face for a moment, his blue eyes searching hers. His brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You look upset." He reached out tentatively, his fingertips grazing her arm in a comforting gesture.

Y/n hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as she debated whether to tell him the truth. She had only matched with Liam a while ago, and the last thing she wanted was to burden him with her problems.

But there was something about his gentle, caring demeanor that made her feel safe and understood. She met his gaze, seeing only kindness and warmth reflected back at her.

"It's nothing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She averted her gaze, focusing on a crack in the sidewalk. "Me and my roommate just had a disagreement. Happens all the time." The words felt flimsy, a poor attempt to downplay the depth of her pain.

Liam's expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his. His touch was warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the icy cold that surrounded them.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I hope tonight makes you feel better." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing gesture.

Y/N nodded, blinking back fresh tears. She drew in a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm sure it will Liam." She managed a small, grateful smile, hoping it reached her eyes.

The man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he held out his hand to her. "No worries," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.

"I'm just glad you're here. I've been looking forward to this all week." His excitement was palpable, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/N felt a flicker of warmth in her chest at his words, a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, this night wouldn't be a complete disaster.

She hesitated for a brief moment before placing her hand in his, letting him help her into the car, the leather seats cool and smooth against her bare legs. The simple chivalrous gesture made her feel cared for, a welcome change from the emptiness that had consumed her.

As they climbed into the warmth of the Mercedes, Y/N felt a flicker of something she hadn't felt in a long time: hope. Maybe, just maybe, Liam could help her forget about Jack, even for a little while.

She glanced over at him as he settled into the driver's seat, admiring the strong line of his jaw and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel with easy confidence.

they drove away from the curb, Y/N leaned her head back against the headrest, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to block out the memory of Jack's words, the look of pity and regret on his face as he shattered her heart into a million tiny pieces. She forced herself to take deep, even breaths, focusing on the present moment and the possibility of a fresh start.

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Jacks POV

Jack stormed back into the apartment, slamming the door behind him with a force that rattled the walls. His heart heart throbbed violently, a nauseating mixture of anger, jealousy, and regret churning in his stomach as he replayed the conversation with Y/N over and over again in his mind.

He paced the length of the living room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to calm the rage that threatened to consume him. The apartment felt too small, too cramped, the walls closing in on him as he struggled to breathe past the lump in his throat.

Everywhere he looked, he saw reminders of Y/N - the soft grey blanket she always curled up with on movie nights, the stack of her favorite books on the coffee table, the framed picture of the two of them at graduation, their arms around each other and their smiles wide and carefree.

He picked up the picture and stared at it for a long moment, his heart aching. He couldn't believe that everything was over. They had been together for so long, he couldn't imagine his life without her. He threw the picture across the room, where it shattered against the wall.

He sank down on the couch, his head in his hands.

With a growl of frustration, Jack snatched up his phone, his fingers shaking as he opened the tracking app and searched for Y/N's location. He knew it was wrong, knew that he had no right to invade her privacy like this, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know where she was, needed to know that she was safe.

The app showed her moving through the city, the little red dot that represented her weaving through the streets at a steady pace. Jack watched it for a long moment, his heart clenching with every passing second, before he finally tore his eyes away, disgusted with himself.

He stalked into the kitchen, his mind racing as he tried to think of something, anything, to distract himself from the pain that threatened to tear him apart.

His eyes fell on the recipe box that Y/N had brought with her when she moved in, the faded index cards inside filled with her grandmother's handwriting and the smells of childhood memories.

Before he knew what he was doing, Jack pulled the box open and flipped through the cards, his fingers tracing the loops and whorls of each letter.

He stopped at a card that had 'Grandma's Best Chocolate Chip Cookies' written in large, loopy letters. It was Y/N's favorite recipe, the one she always used to make when she was feeling down or just wanted to fill the house with the scent of home.

Jack was pulling out ingredients, his hands moving on autopilot as he measured and mixed and stirred, his movements slow and deliberate. He measured the flour and sugar, added the butter and eggs, and then stirred in the chocolate chips.

The smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air, the warm, comforting scent of Y/N's favorite cookies wrapping around him like a hug.

Jack took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He could do this. He could make these cookies, and maybe, just maybe, it would help him to feel a little bit closer to Y/N.

But even as he worked, his mind wouldn't let him rest. He kept seeing the look on Y/N's face as he told her he didn't feel the same way, the way her eyes had filled with tears and her lips had trembled with the effort of holding back a sob.

He kept hearing the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away from him, the finality of it like a knife to the heart.

The cookies came out of the oven, golden brown and perfect, but Jack barely noticed. He was too busy pacing the length of the kitchen, his phone clutched in his hand as he checked Y/N's location over and over again, watching as the little red dot moved further and further away from him.

The hours ticked by, the night deepening outside the windows as Jack lost himself in his thoughts. The apartment was a mess, the kitchen counter covered in flour and sugar and dirty mixing bowls, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

All he could think about was Y/N, and the way he had ruined everything with his cowardice and his fear.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Jack collapsed onto the couch, his body exhausted and his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes.

He closed his eyes, the image of Y/N's tear-stained face burned into his mind like a brand, a reminder of everything he had lost and everything he had thrown away.

Jack knew that he had no one to blame but himself, knew that he had let his own insecurities and doubts get in the way of something that could have been beautiful.

And now, as he lay there in the silence of the empty apartment, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon still lingering in the air, he couldn't help but wonder if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

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Jack stood at the edge of the rink, his eyes glued to his phone as he refreshed Y/N's location for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Three days had passed since their argument, three days since she had walked out of the apartment and out of his life, and he still hadn't heard a word from her.

He had texted her countless times, his messages ranging from frantic apologies to desperate pleas for her to come home. But every time, he was met with silence, the little blue checkmarks next to his messages taunting him with their unresponsiveness.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice jolted him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Nico gliding towards him, a concerned expression on his face. Jack quickly shoved his phone into his pocket, hoping that his teammate hadn't noticed the way his hands were shaking.

"What's wrong with you, Jack?" Nico asked, his thick Swiss accent making the words sound even more blunt than they already were. "Did you break up with your girlfriend again?"

Jack flinched at the question, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. If only it were that simple, he thought bitterly. If only he had a girlfriend to break up with, instead of a best friend he had driven away with his own stupidity and cowardice.

"No," he said, his voice rough and hoarse from lack of sleep. "It's not that. It's... it's Y/N."

Nico's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in the dark circles beneath Jack's eyes and the gauntness of his cheeks. "Y/N?" he repeated, his voice laced with confusion. "What happened with Y/N?"

Jack sighed, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't told anyone about the argument, hadn't wanted to admit to the world how badly he had screwed things up.

But standing there on the ice, with Nico looking at him with such concern and understanding, he felt the words spilling out of him before he could stop them.

"I messed up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I told her I didn't feel the same way about her, and now she's gone. She hasn't come home in three days, and she won't answer any of my texts or calls. I don't know what to do."

“You idiot,” he said, but his voice lacked any real malice. “Why would you say something like that to her? You know how much she cares about you.”

“I know,” Jack said miserably. “I just... I panicked. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to hurt her. But I guess I did anyway.”

Nico was silent for a moment, his eyes searching Jack's face as if he were trying to read the truth behind his words. Finally, he spoke, his voice gentle but firm.

"Jack," he said, his hand coming up to rest on his teammate's shoulder. "I know you care about Y/N, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. You need to give her space, need to let her come to you when she's ready."

Jack shook his head, his eyes stinging with the threat of tears. "I can't," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose her, Nico. She's my best friend, the most important person in my life. I don't know how to be without her."

Nico sighed, his eyes softening with sympathy. "I know," he said, his voice almost tender. "But you can't force her to forgive you, Jack. You have to let her come to that decision on her own. And in the meantime, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. You're no good to anyone if you're running yourself into the ground like this."

Jack knew that Nico was right, knew that he couldn't keep going on like this. But the thought of letting go, of giving up on the one person who meant everything to him, made his chest ache with a pain that felt almost physical.

"I don't know if I can do that," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat. "I don't know if I'm strong enough."

Nico smiled, his hand squeezing Jack's shoulder in a gesture of comfort and support. "You are," he said, his voice filled with quiet confidence.

"You're one of the strongest people I know, Jack. And you're not alone in this. Your team is here for you, and we'll support you every step of the way."

Jack felt a rush of gratitude at his teammate's words, a tiny flicker of hope sparking to life in his chest. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be days when the pain would feel like too much to bear.

But with his friends by his side, and the memory of Y/N's smile to guide him, he knew that he could find his way back to the light, no matter how dark the path might seem.

"Thanks, Nico," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Nico grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Probably drive yourself crazy," he said, his tone teasing. "But that's what friends are for, right?"

Jack laughed, the sound weak and watery, but genuine, nonetheless. And as he stepped back onto the ice, his skates cutting through the smooth surface with a newfound sense of purpose.

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y/n’s POV

Y/N sat on Liam's couch, her phone clutched in her hand as she scrolled mindlessly through her social media feeds. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the shower running in the bathroom. She tried to focus on the pictures and posts flashing across her screen, but her mind kept drifting back to the one person she was trying so hard to forget.

Jack.

The name echoed in her mind like a heartbeat, a constant reminder of the pain and heartbreak she had left behind. It had been three days since she had walked out of their apartment, three days since she had last seen his face or heard his voice.

And yet, he was still there, lurking in the corners of her mind like a ghost she couldn't shake.

She knew that she was just using Liam as a distraction, a way to numb the ache in her chest and forget about the hole in her heart. But he was a good one, always there with a smile and a joke whenever she needed it most.

Whenever she found herself slipping back into thoughts of Jack, Liam would appear at her side, his presence a comforting reminder that she wasn't alone.

Y/N sighed, her fingers hovering over her phone screen as she debated whether to check Jack's social media. She knew it was a bad idea, knew that seeing his face would only make the pain worse. But a part of her couldn't help but wonder what he was doing, couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking of her too.

Before she could give in to the temptation, the sound of Liam's voice broke through her thoughts.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower, Y/N," he called out, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he grabbed some clothes from his bedroom.

Y/N looked up from her phone, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Okay, don't take too long," she called back, her voice light and teasing.

She heard the bathroom door click shut, and then the sound of the shower turning on, the water pattering against the tiles in a steady rhythm. Y/N leaned back against the couch cushions, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to push away the thoughts of Jack that still lingered in her mind.

But even as she sat there, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Liam's apartment, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The ache in her chest was still there, a constant reminder of the love she had lost and the friendship she had left behind.

Jack's absence left a void that no amount of distraction could fill, and Y/n was beginning to realize that she needed to confront her feelings head-on. The sound of running water filled the room, Y/n closed her eyes, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation with her emotions.

Her phone pinging broke the silence of his living room. "can’t wait to see you! mom and I gonna pick you up from the airport." The text from Luke read.

Y/N's heart sank as she read the text message, the words on the screen a stark reminder of the life she had left behind. In the whirlwind of emotions and distractions of the past few days, she had completely forgotten about their planned weekend trip back to Michigan.

She cursed under her breath, her mind already racing with the logistics of packing and getting to the airport on time. A glance at the clock on the wall told her it was already 10:30, and she knew that Jack would likely be home by now, probably wondering where she was and why she hadn't come back.

With a sigh, Y/N threw her phone into her purse and made her way over to the bathroom door. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the wood as she debated what to say. Finally, she knocked softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

"Hey Liam," she called out, her tone apologetic. "I totally forgot I have a weekend trip to pack for. I need to head out."

There was a pause, and then the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. Liam peeked his head out, his hair damp and his skin glistening with water droplets. He had a small smile on his lips, but Y/N could see the disappointment lurking in his eyes.

"Oh, okay," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Do you need a ride? I can take you."

Y/N hesitated, the offer tempting in its simplicity. It would be so easy to let Liam drive her home, to put off the inevitable confrontation with Jack for just a little while longer.

But she knew that she couldn't keep running forever, knew that eventually, she would have to face the music and deal with the consequences of her actions.

"No, that's okay," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I can take a cab. I don't want to put you out."

Liam shook his head, his smile widening. "Don't be silly," he said, his tone light and teasing. "I was just getting out anyway. Let me drive you back home."

Y/N felt a rush of gratitude at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest at the kindness and generosity of his offer. She knew that she was lucky to have him in her life, knew that he would always be there for her, no matter what the future might hold.

"Okay," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Liam. I really appreciate it."

Liam grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anything for you, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with a fondness that made her heart ache. "Just give me a minute to get dressed, and we'll be on our way."

Y/N nodded, her throat tight with emotion as she watched him disappear back into the bathroom. She knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be moments of doubt and uncertainty.

And as she stood there, waiting for Liam to emerge from the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, the journey ahead would lead her back to the place she had always called home, back to the love that had always been waiting for her, just out of reach.

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The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the emergency exit sign at the end of the corridor. Her footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, each step bringing her closer to the door of the apartment she shared with Jack.

Y/N's heart raced as she stepped out of the elevator, the familiar scent of home filling her nostrils.

Liam followed close behind her, his presence a comforting warmth at her back. Y/N could feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her shirt, and for a moment, she allowed herself to lean into him, to draw strength from his solid, steady presence.

But just as they were about to reach the door, Liam's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around Y/N's wrist and pulling her back towards him. She let out a gasp of surprise, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face him.

In the dim light of the hallway, Liam's face was shadowed, his features obscured by the darkness. But Y/N could still see the glint of his eyes, the curve of his lips as he smiled down at her. His breath ghosted across her cheek, warm and slightly sweet, like he had just taken a sip of hot cocoa.

Y/N's heart raced as Liam pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist like a coil of heat. The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the elevator buttons behind them.

The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and the faint aroma of cleaning products, a sharp contrast to the warm, spicy scent of Liam's cologne.

His face was mere inches from hers, his eyes dark and intense in the dim light. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the sound so loud that she was sure he could hear it too.

"I had a great few days with you," Liam murmured, his voice low and husky. His fingers trailed up her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Y/N shivered, her skin tingling with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.

She knew that she should pull away, knew that this was a dangerous game to play. But there was something about the way Liam looked at her, something about the heat in his gaze and the strength of his touch, that made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

The world around them seemed to fade away, the sound of the elevator and the hum of the fluorescent lights receding into the background.

All Y/N could focus on was the warmth of Liam's body against hers, the way his fingers tangled in her hair and his breath mingled with her own.

She didn't hear the soft ding of the elevator arriving on their floor, didn't hear the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart, the rush of blood in her ears as Liam leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above her own.

Her head was spinning, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger, frustration, and desperation. It was time to stop chasing after a dream that would never come true, time to stop pining for a man who would never see her as anything more than a friend.

And in that moment, something inside her snapped. Before she could think twice, Y/N reached up and grabbed Liam's face, pulling him down to her level and crashing her lips against his.

The kiss was hot and hungry, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing that had been building inside her for so long. Y/N poured everything she had into that kiss, every ounce of emotion and desire and desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, she could find with Liam what she had always wanted with Jack.

But even as Liam's arms wrapped around her waist, even as his tongue tangled with hers and his hands roamed over her body, Y/N knew that it wasn't enough.

The spark that she felt with Jack, the electricity that crackled between them every time they touched, was conspicuously absent.

Kissing Liam was nice, but it didn't set her soul on fire the way Jack's mere presence did.

Finally, Y/N pulled back, her chest heaving and her lips swollen. She looked up at Liam, her eyes searching his face for some sign of the connection she so desperately craved.

But all she saw was a man who cared for her, who wanted to be there for her, but who could never make her feel the way Jack did.

"I'll see you when I get back, Liam," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Three days. And I’ll come home."

Liam's face softened, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks. "Okay, Y/N," he murmured, his voice gentle and understanding. "Don’t forget about me." And so, with a final, shuddering breath, Y/N pulled back from Liam's embrace, her eyes shining with a new determination.

"Y/N?"

Y/N's shoulders tensed, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face the source of the sound. And there, standing at the end of the hallway, his face a mask of shock and hurt, was Jack.

The sight of him hit her like a punch to the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp. He looked tired and worn, his hair disheveled and his eyes rimmed with red.

Even in the dim light of the hallway, she could see the pain etched into every line of his face, the betrayal and confusion swirling in his gaze.

"Jack," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

But even as the words left her lips, she knew they were a mistake. She could see the anger flashing in Jack's eyes, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

In that moment, she knew that whatever fragile peace they had managed to maintain over the past few days was about to come crashing down around them.

The hallway suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in on her like a vice. The scent of cigarette smoke and cleaning products was overwhelming, making her head spin and her stomach churn. And still, Jack stood there, his gaze boring into hers like a laser, his presence a physical force that she could feel in every cell of her body.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, to try to explain or apologize or beg for forgiveness. But before she could get a word out she thought back to their fight. The things jack had said to her in this same cover of darkness.

Jack brushed past, his steps leading him into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding thud. Y/N felt like she had been punched in the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp.

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bluewatersfairy · 20 days ago

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fys - j.h.

a/n: this one is for my josh hart anons!! I love yous and your patience, I hope this is a perfect thanks. there will be more to come, he's so fun to write for.

synopsis: reader is unimpressed by Josh’s status and life style, and likes the idea that he’d be willing to do anything to have a little bit of her time

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! thigh riding, oral sex (fem/male receiving), titty fucking (idk what it's called or how to describe this in any other way). dom!reader, sub!josh if you squint and read between the lines.

word count: 4.5k (mind you, i wanted to keep going)

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Meeting Josh was one of those moments you didn’t really think twice about. He’d come by the vineyard you work at in search of a wine he’d heard chatter about online and amongst his friends. Despite being attractive and well dressed, he wasn’t anything less than those who frequently visited and asked questions about the wine your workplace produced.

He came no less than your usuals as well, but there had been a few times you’d caught his eyes wandering from the bottles presented by yourself and your colleagues. With commission on the line, you played into his interest and took more time with him, letting your hand linger on his a little longer than you typically would. You made sure to always look up at him and keep eye contact as much as humanly possible.

It all worked in your favour.

Josh always came straight to you and happily spent more than you made in a week during his visits. Seeing him started to give you the good type of butterflies that swarmed the deepest part of your stomach. You weren’t sure if you were excited to see him because you knew how it would affect your next pay, or if you actually just wanted to see him.

He cleared up those blurred lines one Thursday during the summer. He finally crossed the line and asked if you’d like to go out to dinner with him. With Josh, there was a clear pattern. He was never the first to ask or do anything as a client or customer, but he was the first you reacted to in the way you did. You accepted his invite without a second thought and very clearly wrote your number down in black ink.

That was some months ago now and your relationship, though undefined, had continued to blossom. Lavish dinners and quiet evenings on penthouse balconies with stunning views of the city were becoming your new norm. Yet still, Josh wasn’t exactly impressing you. He was well dressed and clearly lived a lifestyle most can only dream of, but he never really seemed to just be himself with you.

You were always hesitant with him. He always noticed.

The way you’d always take an extra second before letting your lips melt into his; how you only angle your legs towards him when you sit beside him before you eventually raise them to lay across his lap.

He never questioned it, afraid that one wrong word would send you out the door, but he spent many nights pondering over it. Turning over moments in his mind again and again, searching for an explanation that didn’t send him up the wall.

“Where do you live?” Josh’s words had cut through the comfortable silence that sat between the two of you. Your legs were lazily thrown across his lap, his hand gently caressing your bare calves while he eyed the hem of your dress - high on your thighs. “You never talk about it.”

“Well,” you smiled up at him, pulling your eyes away from the city lights for a moment, “you’ve never asked me before.”

He’d talked his way into being invited into your space from there – though it wasn’t much of an invite and more of him inserting himself into your weekend. For once, you didn’t mind though. You were going out of the city and having Josh tag along didn’t seem so awful. Plus, you were sure he was about to get down on his hands and knees to beg, and as much as that idea lit a fire in your stomach, it seemed unnecessary.

Quiet R&B flooded the air around you as you invited Josh outside of your family’s cabin to the hot tub that rarely got used. The night air was cool against your skin but the steam of the promising hot tub delighted you more than anything.

Josh’s eyes followed your figure as you sauntered in front of him. He could practically feel his mouth watering, picturing his hands rubbing down your thighs while his breath caressed your neck. He’d never seen you so bare, the bikini barely covering any of your skin. He wanted to put his mouth on all the places he’d never seen before and hear your moans fill the air.

“You’ll freeze if you don’t move faster,” you beckoned him from inside the tub. You were standing still but bent over to place the bottle of wine you’d selected for your night adventures on the side table. All the blood in Josh’s body had seemed to rush straight to his tip and he was barely steady as he journeyed to you quickly.

He sunk into the hot water, a relaxed sigh of relief pushed out of him as one of the jets blasted his back exactly where he needed it.

“God,” he all but moaned, “this is amazing.” he tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he let the feeling take over his body. You watched closely as his hands clasped into fists, his arms outstretched along the edge of the tub.

Sitting directly across from him, you’d never seen him in such a light. With his arms spread and his head tilted back in pure bliss, you felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. The images that flashed through your mind were nothing shy of explicit and sinister, but oh so intriguing. As a jet pushed into your own back, a familiar pulse awakened between your thighs.

“How long have you been coming here?” Josh asked softly as he tilted his chin down so he could look at you properly. His voice reflected the look of pure relaxation that splayed across his face and made you smile.

“Since I was little,” you answered, “it was always our escape out of the city.” He simply nodded his head in response and looked around.

You were completely secluded from the rest of the world, your closest neighbour was more than a 20 minute walk away. There was no pollution and you could see the stars perfectly. It was as peaceful as it was romantic.

“Is this enough for you?” you asked with your head tilted to the side and your eyes glancing over his relaxed figure again.

You were referencing an early conversation, about how Josh felt like he knew nothing about you, but he seemed to have missed that. Instead, he was looking at you confused – it was more of a blank stare into space than anything else. He shook his head no after a few moments and it made you smile – what a loaded question, you thought to yourself.

Carefully, you rose from your seat and moved to be between his spread thighs. You leant forward, bracing your hands on his knees and letting your face get closer to Josh’s.

“What do you want?” you teased with a smile and watched as his eyes closely examined your face. He leant forward too, his lips parting as his intentions became clear. He was trying to kiss you and that gave you a boost of confidence.

Your hand emerged from the hot water and pressed to his toned chest, pushing him back so there’s more space between your lips again. “Use your words,” you taunted.

“It’s not enough,” Josh answered obediently, more receptive to your demands than you would’ve assumed, “I want to know what you like.”

Your hands dragged over his shoulders and you lifted your body to straddle his lap with ease. His large hands immediately moved to your hips and gripped the ample flesh.

“I like this,” you spoke smoothly, your hands feeling on his shoulders and up his neck, “the simple things… control.”

You swore you saw a flash of excitement pass through Josh’s eyes as you spoke but as soon as it appeared, it was gone again. The two of you were growing hot, the atmosphere had quickly become heavy and full of need, but Josh made no move to react. He was waiting on you, he wanted to follow you and see what you’d show him.

When you leant into him again, your noses grazed one another before your lips parted with the intention of catching his. His mouth tasted like sweet wine and mixed with the smell of his cologne, he was intoxicating. You were pulled into each other, whether that was by his strong hands on your body and your arms wrapping around his body or pure magnetic energy. But once you were connected, it was like you could not be pulled apart.

You didn’t speak again until his lips trailed to your neck. He covered your neck in open-mouthed kisses with his tongue dragging over your sensitive points like he had a map to your body. Your hips reacted more than you cared to let them, rolling against him and your core all but screamed out Josh’s name.

“Tell me,” you broke the silence, “what would you do to get what you want?”

Your hand travelled up his neck, pushing him away from your neck as you bit back a moan of pure bliss. You kissed him deeply, suppressing the sounds you so badly wanted to let sing out. Your thumb stroked his jaw before you applied the slightest bit of pressure, the two of you parting just enough for Josh to speak.

“Anything,” Josh mumbled, “I would do anything.” His lips reattached to yours but in between kisses, he was repeatedly saying anything over and over again.

You had him where you wanted him, he was practically begging for you.

Somehow you guided him to ease out of the water to sit on the ledge of the hot tub with his back pressed against the wall. Your hands are still on his neck and shoulders, his lips attached to yours, while his own hands gripped at your hips, ass and thighs.

“I like when you beg,” you teased him as you broke away from him, visually assessing the situation.

“Come ‘ere,” Josh beckoned, “please.”

You raised yourself slightly but judging by the room on the ledge he’d perched himself on, it didn’t seem like there was enough room to do what you had in mind.

“You’re not going to be able to do all this on an edge,” you commented as you watched him reach up to his mouth. He licked the tip of his fingers and reached down to his crotch where a tent had pitched itself.

However, he didn’t address that situation. Instead he reached out and pulled you up so you were sitting with his thigh between yours. This time when he raised his fingers to his lips, he spat on them and then reached between your thighs to your sex.

Pulling your bottoms to the side, he was immediately met with a hot pool of arousal and he groaned at the feeling.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching carefully before he spread your lips and mixed his spit with your sex. As it was so unexpected, your body jolted before melting into his fingers, and a sigh of relief left your lips.

Your arousal had brought a tight coil to the centre of your stomach and a haziness had fallen over your head. Your eyes moved between Josh’s hand and his face, watching his eyes as he drank you all in.

“You asked what I’m willing to do to get what I want,” Josh said as you locked eyes, his hand pulling away from your core and securing to your hip. “I have to earn it and I don’t take that lightly.”

Using his strong grip on your body, he rocked your hips against his thigh and that familiar sensation ran through your body.

“I wanna get you off in every way I can,” he said as he moved your hips again, your eyes locking together, “but I know you like being a tease.” He grinned and moved your hips against his thigh again but as he did so he slightly repositioned his leg so you had more friction. It felt incredible.

You kissed him, swallowing a moan as you felt yourself finding the rhythm he’d begun. The idea of getting off on Josh’s thigh had never crossed your mind, but it made you smile. Using him like an object simply built to please you unlocked something within you and you were more than willing to comply.

Quickly, you took over the actions Josh had started and let your hands fall all over him, embracing the idea of using him.

“Tell me,” you spoke through unsteady breaths as you looked up at him, “what do you want me to do to you? What do you think about when you think about me?”

“I think about you on top of me,” Josh spoke hesitantly at first, his eyes glancing between your heaving chest and your lips, “I want your tits in my face and all over me. I think about your lips all over my chest,” he paused, his grip tightening on your hips, “God, I think about your lips wrapped around my dick.”

“Oh baby,” you moaned with a slight stutter in your hips. You were reaching the point of annoyance with your grinding. You needed more, something to fill you up but he hadn’t told you enough yet.

“Keep talking,” you panted, your hands gripping on his shoulders as you started rocking your hips back and forth faster.

“I wanna get in your pretty pussy so badly. I think about how you taste all the time and how I just wanna live between your thighs and just eat it ‘til you pass out. I wanna make you scream my name and suffocate me with those thighs, baby,” he cut himself off as he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut, “I think about how tight you’d feel on top of my big dick. How good you’d feel riding on all these inches, gushing and creamin’ all over me.”

“You feel how wet this pussy is, J?” you teased as you pulled one of his hands off your hip and guided it to your centre, “you think you can earn this?”

Josh’s hand pushed your bottoms to the side with ease yet again and his thumb immediately searched for your clit.

“I’m going to earn it,” he replied, his thumb rolling over your clit, causing you to throw your head back, “I’m gonna make you cum over and over tonight.”

He watched as your eyes squeezed shut before his mouth attached to your neck again. He nuzzled his head down to your tits and started roughing kissing and biting at them. Your nipples were hard through your bikini and he teased them, licking and biting at them through the thin material.

It was like Josh knew that you needed more than just friction from grinding against his thigh. The more attention he paid to your body, the higher you felt. Hearing his words had put you in a blissful state, picturing what he was describing made you feel like you were being insatiable in your bed at night. Rubbing your clit and bucking your hips at nothing, chasing a high that didn’t seem to want to come.

His thumb rolling your clit over and over accompanied by his mouth sucking, kissing and biting any part of you he could get it on was what you needed. Your nails dragged down his abdomen, and gripped at his shoulders. Your moans echoed and with your head thrown back, Josh’s name spilled from your lips.

“I’m gonna cum Josh,” you pushed out with your back arched and your hips stuttering against his thigh. Your release hit right as Josh bit down on your neck and you became breathless, a silent moan pulling out of your chest.

You barely had a moment to fall into Josh before he had to sit you against the ledge of the hot tub, your legs in the water with your butt pushed against where he had just been sitting. Your bottoms were pulled off of you within a moment and he was back in the water with his hands pushing your thighs open.

“Oh fuck,” you purred as he spread your pussy open and pushed his tongue flat against you. Your head lulled back and your eyes trained to his face while he worked his mouth against you, licking and sucking to get every little taste of you possible.

“It’s everything you dreamt it would be, isn’t it?” you taunted him with a smile and a hand on top of his head. You lifted your hips and grinded against his mouth. His eyes widened a little but his tongue plunged into you deeper, accepting every part of you. He hummed in agreement, the vibrations making your hips buck up.

He grabbed at your ass, pulling your pussy onto his face more and you threw your head back.

“Oh god, I'm gonna cum again,” you called out in disbelief. “Yes, yes baby, you know how to use that tongue.” You spat out filthy words of affirmation until your words became nothing but explicits and loud moans of delight.

You gushed over Josh’s face, barely able to keep yourself stable. He looked very proud of himself, and when he finally removed his face from between your thighs he wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand and licked it off again.

“I couldn’t have dreamt that,” Josh mumbled before he attached his lips to yours. You grinned at the taste of you on his tongue and happily invited him in. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as your mind raced.

Truthfully, you hadn’t planned on all this. Sure, you knew something was going to happen, but you weren’t expecting him to be so willing to just give you his everything. Though there was no other way to be.

A devious smile spread across your face as you pulled yourself off the ledge, grabbing Josh’s hand to pull him with you. You had an idea that you couldn’t wait to perform, you just had to find the right spot for it. It didn’t matter to you that the two of you were soaked from the hot tub, or the fact that it was freezing outside. You needed to get the two of you inside to a place you could get Josh horizontal.

“Where are we going?” Josh asked excitedly, his joy evident in the way he was clearly holding in a chuckle. He didn’t even know what you were thinking but he was turned on by the pure eagerness you had when grabbing him. As if his dick couldn’t get any harder.

You didn’t respond to him, but simply reached behind you to undo your bikini as you started up the stairs. You left the bikini to hang over the stairs rail and with the hand holding Josh’s, you brought it up to cup your right tit. When you reached the second floor, Josh pushed up to your back and let his other hand come up to grope your other tit.

“Oh my God,” he groaned, feeling both of them and their fullness, letting the warmth of them wrap around him.

Before he could fully process that you were entering your room, Josh had his trunks off and you were pushing him so he was sitting on the edge of your bed. You left him only for a moment to go into the bedside table to grab water-based lube.

“Lean back a little,” you smiled at Josh as you braced yourself in front of him. His hand was holding his long cock, gently stroking it. His tip was raging in a way you could only dream to see in person.

You squeezed some lube on your hand before reaching out to take over what his hand was doing. The sound that your first pump pulled out of Josh was what erotic dreams were made of. You were so glad he didn’t seem the type to keep it in, you wanted to hear him and all his filthy words loud and clear.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you gently played with his balls, “don’t play with me like this, no teasing. Please.”

He was putty in your hands, literally and figuratively and you were so excited to take full advantage of him. You carefully rose from your knees, your hand not leaving his cock, stroking him painfully slow. You caught his lips with your own and kissed him as you guided him to lay back on the bed.

“I wanna hear you, pretty boy,” you purred as you pulled back from his lips. “Can you do that for me?”

“Anything,” he panted with his eyes fixed on your figure. You climbed on top of him, straddling his legs around his knees.

You braced your hands on his hips and arched your back as you lowered your head so you were resting on his thigh, right by his cock. Your ass was raised in the air, giving him the perfect view.

“You look so fucking good,” he spoke lowly, his eyes trailing from your ass, down your back to your eyes, “I’m so fucking lucky.”

You grasped his cock at the base of his shaft and moved your lips so you could pepper a few kisses along the underside of his shaft. Josh let out a breathy moan and you smiled, before dragging your tongue over his shaft up to his tip. You spat on the tip, letting your saliva mix with his pre cum and used your hand to rub it down the top half of his dick.

“Please,” he begged, “I’m gonna cum already, don’t play.”

You grinned at his confession and without a second thought, you wrapped your lips around his tip and started bobbing your head on the top few inches while your hand jacked the bottom few. It was a lethal combo for Josh and he let you know it, practically yelling as his face scrunched up. It only took an odd minute for his hot cum to spurt into your mouth. It was erratic and fast, and your name fell from Josh’s lips over and over again mixed with explicits.

“You are a good boy, aren’t you?” you teased as you pulled off his cock, some of his cum still in your mouth and dripping from the side of your lips. “Look at me baby,” you cooed and when his eyes opened again to look at you, you opened your mouth wide to show him his load. You watched his eyes darken as you licked what had spilled over your lips back into your mouth and swallowed.

Surprisingly, Josh’s cock was still hard and standing at attention. It was surprising because you didn’t take Josh as someone who would have the drive to keep it going, even after blowing a load, but it was exactly what you wanted. Now it was time for a special treat for him.

You sat up a little and reached to the side to grab the lube again. You squirted some directly onto his cock and immediately used your hand to guide it down to his base. You pulled your hand away for a moment and sat up completely. Josh watched with worried eyes, as if he was expecting you to leave.

You smiled at him, your eyes meeting and raised your chest before squirting a good amount of lube over your tits. His mouth dropped open as he watched you massage your tits, spreading the lube around before pressing your tits together and shaking them for him.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned as he stared at your engorged nipples and admired how they looked covered in lube.

He repeated himself again as you leant forward so your tits were aligned with his dick. He was realising what you had in mind and it was as if nothing and everything was running through his mind all at once.

With his dick positioned between your tits, you used your hands to help you move them up and down his shaft, titty fucking him at a pace that seemed to drive him insane.

“It’s like you're in my mind,” he panted out, his hands gripping onto the sheets either side of him, and his heels digging into the bed. “I’ve always wanted this, ever since I first laid eyes on you- oh fuck.” he bit down on his bottom lip and watched you with a devilish tint.

“You’ve been thinking about this, huh?” you taunted him, “ever since you first saw me in that buttoned up blouse?” he could never take his eyes away from your chest for more than a few seconds whenever you wore it, it was like he was glued to your cleavage. Now you knew why.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” he panted out, “God, you feel amazing.”

“Come on baby boy,” you egged him on, “don’t you wanna come all over my tits?”

“Yes, fuck-” his thighs twitched under you, “I’m gonna cum again.”

Barely a moment later, his hot seed spurted out of his tip and painted a pearl necklace over your tits. His chest heaved and you watched as his entire body reacted to his ejaculation. You braced your hands on the bed beside him as his legs jerked and once the last of his seed had spurted out of him, you carefully sat up and let him admire the artwork he’d made.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out as he finally seemed to come back to his senses, “I’ve never come so much so quickly,” he almost laughed.

You smiled at him, feeling somewhat proud, before reaching over to your bedside table. You grabbed your phone and opened your front camera. You posed your tits so they were pressed together and took a photo, making sure the camera captured his cum all over you. Then you leant down again, your face back beside his cock and took another selfie, smiling and then another, with your mouth dragging along the underside of his shaft.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” you cooed as you started to get off of him, searching the room for something to wipe your chest with. You stroked his forehead gently before stepping away to get cleaned up.

You returned with a warm damp cloth, yourself all cleaned up, and wiped down his dick and thighs. Josh had sat up a bit, propped up on his elbow and watching you carefully. He was in a weird space, hazy and spaced out.

You climbed on top of him again, straddling his naked body before laying down with your head on his chest. “Relax, Josh,” you said before leaving little kisses on his chest, “you don’t need to think anymore, just rest.”

“Is it wrong I want more?” he asked after a few minutes of silence, his hands lazily stroking your back.

“There’s always tomorrow.”

“Good,” he said as you lifted your head slightly so your eyes could meet, “I wanna know what it feels like inside of you.”

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