"i could give you that"
jules chokes on her coke. "...what?"
"i said i could give you that," matty doesn't shy away from repeating it. if anything, he sounds even more confident than the first time. "if it's just sex you want."
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after t...
✮ cw: mentions of smut, suggestive content, slut-shaming, physical fights
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matty's hips slam into her ass, and jules moans into the pillow. her long, wavy hair is fisted in his hands, as matty thrusts into her, rougher than he ever has.
it feels good though—her body is on fire, sticky from sweat and burning with desire, but she can't get enough of this, of him. once or twice she even bites onto the pillow.
there's no one in the house anymore, no one but the two of them, but jules tries not to scream loud enough to alert the neighbours.
her heart sinks. darling... for weeks she's not said a single thing against it, against his use of pet names despite it being one of their rules. but now she can't bear to hear it, can't bear to look at him while he fucks her. in fact, the last few times, they've had sex, she's insisted they do it this way—him behind her, her cheek squished into the pillow.
it feels better this way, she lies to herself and to him.
truth is she can't bear to look at him without making her thoughts fully known.
he groans, pounding into her harder, and in spite of herself, she moans. she's close now, about to cum for the third time tonight.
"fuckfuckfuck," matty chants, thrusting deep, and jules feels him cum.
she clenches around him as his cock twitches, cumming with a cry of her own. her thighs burn from the strain and she practically collapses on the bed, utterly exhausted and completely drained
matty's not far behind her, he walks two steps to throw away the used condom and then slides behind her in bed.
"that was hot," he breathes, sliding her sweaty hair away from the nape of her neck. for a second she's scared he's going to place a small kiss on her skin. but he only brushes her hair away further.
"was i rough?"
"a bit," she speaks in a hushed voice, still catching her breath, "but i liked it."
her back is still turned towards him—she can't face him just yet, not while she feels so vulnerable—but she can feel his mood shift.
"is..." his voice catches a little, "is something wrong?"
"no, why would you think that?"
for a second he's silent, and she wonders if he's going to make her face him. jules just waits for him to speak, staring out the window at the crescent moon.
"nothing, i—" he sighs, getting out of bed, "i'm probably overthinking."
she finally turns to look at him then, schooling her face into a carefully neutral mask. he's in the process of getting dressed, walking around the room completely naked while he looks for the clothes they tossed away so carelessly. she can't help steal a few glances at his cute butt, at his back and tattooed arms, at his curls that are now slightly longer.
