𝙀𝙉𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙉 | Oneshots & More

JAY: Brother's best friend

1:27 a.m - Jay: you're home now, can i please have my blazer back?

1:27 a.m - You: but whyyyyyy, its so comfy

1:29 a.m - Jay: just....please

 You glance at him, noting how stiff he appears compared to his usual, relaxed and casual self. Your brother, sitting on the other side of him flipping through some streaming app with a bored sigh. 

 Now, you look down at yourself, back to Jay, back down at yourself, then you curl up on the couch. Smirking a little bit because you're well aware that the blazer rides up, dragging your skirt with it.

1:34 a.m - Jay: fucking stop doing that

1:35 a.m - You: getting excited?

1:35 a.m - Jay: what do you think?

You watch him closer, seeing the way he looks at you before glancing towards Jake nervously.

"Jake?" You suddenly say, breaking the silence in the room [bc jake still hasn't landed on a fucking show.]

"Hm?" He pays no mind, still focused on the tv.

"Where is your watch? Weren't you wearing it earlier?"

He wasn't. You know he wasn't, but sometimes gaslighting is okay.

"Was I?" He says, now sitting up. "Fuck, where did it go?"

"I think you left it at Heeseung's place. Might wanna go get it before someone steals it."

Jake doesn't even question it, hopping up with a muttered curse under his breath and heading out the door without even looking back at you or his best friend.

Silence fills the room, except now...it's loud.

"You want me to give you your blazer back?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at him with a cheeky smirk.

"You know what you're doing." He groans, finally relaxing his body and sinking into the couch. His legs spread out wide when he throws his head back in that same groan, and you can't help but stare at the way his adam's apple bobs through a swallow.

"It's been a couple of weeks, you know-" You start, slipping the blazer off of you and making sure the straps of your tank top slide down with it. "Was starting to think you really didn't want me anymore."

Jay grimaces. He feels guilty for so many things. One, you're his best friend's sister. Two, he knows if Jake found out, the friendship would sour. Three, he still wants you so fucking bad he could genuinely cum right fucking now if you so much as say his name.

After seeing you like that in his clothes, arguably better when you're entirely naked? His kind gesture backfired so goddamn fast. He remembered instantly the last time you were on top of him, missing the feeling of you so badly. The way his blazer fits you now, the way you swim in the fabric, the way you refuse to take it off.

He knows you still want him too. And, well, Jake's not here.

"You clever little-" He pauses, seeing your bare shoulders as his blazer slides down. Your thighs still bare and exposed from under it. "Fuck."

You stand now, fully removing his blazer and revealing the same slutty outfit you wore tonight. Was it to get on his nerves? Yes. Was it to get on his cock? Yes.

Jake wasn't too fond of you dressed like this, but who fucking cares about what he thinks anyway?

"Just one more time?" You ask now, more innocently. All while rubbing your thighs together and using one hand to slide up your shirt. "We can make it fast."

Jay rolls his eyes, the twitch in his pants growing thicker and thicker, to the point he cant help but grab at himself now. Another groan, and his eyes narrow at you.

"You want it fast?" He asks now, the same sultry tone you had grown to miss so much.

"And hard." You add, throwing yourself back on the couch and making sure your legs are spread. Wide.

It's not long before you feel his familiar hands pressing your wrists into the cushions, hovering over you and blatantly pressing himself between your thighs.

"You miss it that much?" He asks in a raspy whisper, smirking only slightly at the face you make in response. Only because he's fucked his fist to that same face so many goddamn times.

"Mhm." You hum, wiggling a bit under him. "Don't you?"

He breaks at that point, releasing one of your wrists and shoving it down his pants, all so he can bury himself into you without fuss. No foreplay, no teasing, no grinding. Just pure penetration.

There's a moan from him that fills your ears, one that sounds more desperate than he would normally sound. Just a few weeks ago it was you sounding like that. Whiny, needy.

"Fuck, yeah I do." He breathes this time, holding his breath as he does as he promised. Fast. hard.

So fast, and so hard, that neither of you hear the door unlocking and Jake prancing in before freezing on the spot.

"You motherfucker."

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