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mssishipi · 3 months ago

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SPEED IT UP — pjs

— BMW luxury, but make it filthy.

content tags: taglish ver! established relationship, conyo! jay, bratty? reader, dangerous driving lol, explicit content (smut): KANTUTANNN, semi-public, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, somnophilia. bawal sa mga bata. WC:6.4k

english ver.

"No smoking inside the car."

You rolled your eyes, pero hindi ka na rin nakipagtalo. The weight of the cigarette between your fingers grounded you against the early morning chill.

You huffed quietly, then tossed your duffel bag sa backseat with a soft thud. One last drag—deep inhale, letting the burn sit heavy in your chest—then you flicked the butt to the gravel, stepped on it with your boot, twisting it out.

It was 4 AM. Tahimik pa rin ang paligid ng cabin, save for the low hum of crickets and wind through the trees. Jay was leaning against the car, door open, engine off, the yellow dome light casting a soft glow on his face.

"Come on, baby. Gotta hurry up. Sun's gonna catch us if we don't move," he said.

You didn't reply immediately. Just gave a low hum, your brow knitting as you brushed invisible ash from your crop top and walked around to the passenger side. Sliding in, you exhaled slowly and popped open the glove compartment, grabbing the half-used bottle of alcohol spray.

The plastic crackled under your grip as you sprayed your palms. You rubbed it up your arms, neck, pati sa dibdib—anywhere the smoke could've stuck. The sting hit your nose, matapang 'yung amoy, but you preferred it over reeking of yosi. You hated it when the smell stuck, especially around Jay. Kahit hindi naman siya maarte, you just didn't want it on you.

You tucked the half-crumpled pack of Marlboro Reds back into the compartment and shut it.

"Bakit ayaw mong magpa-yosi sa loob?" you asked, half-joking, half-serious. Already you were slouching into the seat. "Crack the window lang, oks na 'yun, diba?"

"It'll still smell, baby," Jay said, eyes on the road as he reached over to tap the center console. "Just grab a lollipop there. May cherry pa siguro."

You sighed, grumbling under your breath, but reached for the lollipop anyway.

"Puro disiplina ka talaga," you muttered, unwrapping the candy. You popped it into your mouth, the sweetness cutting through the lingering smoke in your throat.

Jay just smirked, eyes still on the road. "Yup. Buti na lang ang galing mong sumunod."

Jay started the engine with a soft rumble, dashboard lights glowing a muted blue against the early morning dimness. You leaned back against the passenger seat, eyes drifting to the scenery slipping past the window, dense trees, low-hanging mist, an occasional flicker of distant headlights disappearing into the curve of the road.

The AC in the BMW kicked in, instantly cooling the cabin. Jay reached forward and turned on the stereo. A mellow playlist filled the space—lo-fi beats and slow, grooving instrumentals that matched the stillness outside. He adjusted the mirror, then placed both hands on the wheel.

You glanced at him. Always like this when he drove. Silent, laser-focused. Walang hilig sa chika habang nagda-drive. No music suggestions, no stolen touches—just him and the road. It lowkey annoyed you sometimes, pero gets mo naman. Kahit papaano. Just not something you felt like understanding at 4 AM.

An hour passed.

Your lollipop was down to a chewed-up nub, stick soggy between your lips until it bent. You flicked it into an empty bottle in the cupholder and sighed dramatically, scrolling through your phone for something or anything to distract you. But nope. Dead notifications. Stale feed. Walang kwentang memes. Kahit TikTok ang dry din.

You tried sleeping, head leaning against the window, but the car's subtle vibrations and every turn jolted you awake. Nakakairita. The silence stretched longer, heavier. Jay didn't even glance at you. Seryoso pa rin. Driving like a damn responsible adult.

You stared at the glove compartment.

It wasn't like you had a cigarette addiction, right? You weren't addicted. It just... helped. Parang ang bigat sa loob, and the hit of nicotine made it float a little.

You groaned softly, shifting in your seat, legs restless.

"Jayyyy," you whined. You popped another lollipop into your mouth, trying to distract yourself. "It's so boring."

You lifted your legs, planting your feet sa dashboard, knees angled toward him. Not exactly to annoy him. But okay, maybe partly.

Jay side-eyed you, quick glance lang, then back to the road. No comment.

You pouted harder, voice turning soft, teasing. "C'mon, babe. Say something. Look at me. Do something. I'm rotting in here."

Jay didn't bite. Still quiet, still focused.

"My iPad's in the bag," he said eventually. "Play some Block Blast or something."

You groaned. "Ugh. You're so dad-mode right now," you muttered, clicking your tongue against the lollipop. Your eyes flicked to the glove compartment again.

The itch was real. "I need to suck cigs. Please," you said, putting your palms together. Lip jutted out in the most dramatic paawa effect look that you could manage.

Jay flicked his eyes to you for half a second. Then back to the road.

"Baby, I told you. You can't," he said gently.

That tone. Soft like a warning wrapped in velvet. You sighed, slumping back into the seat. You wanted to be annoyed, gusto mo sana ng konting inis, konting asaran, but it was Jay. And when he said no like that? Calm, firm, unfazed?

Wala. Wala kang laban.

You rested your head back, still pouting. "Promise, I'll blow it out the window. Like, half my body outside if I have to," you mumbled, trying again.

He chuckled under his breath. "Stick with the lollipop for now," he said. "I'm not against you smoking, kahit alam kong masama sa'yo. Just... know when to pull back. Put it in the right place, baby. Okay?"

The way he said it is calm and respectful, may konting authority pero hindi demanding. No shame, no judgment. Just Jay, the constant in your chaos. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't roll his eyes. He just kept you in place.

That was hotter than any argument could've been.

Jusko po, the way he lectured you like that, so soft, so chill, so unbothered made your thighs clench instinctively.

You turned your head, resting your cheek against the seat, eyes glued to his profile from the corner of your vision. You sucked on the lollipop slow, letting it click softly against your teeth.

The cigarette could wait.

A minute passed, maybe more, but you didn't notice. You were too focused on him. The way his hands gripped the steering wheel, veins visible beneath the smooth stretch of his skin, tendons flexing subtly with every slight turn. The road curved gently, and his knuckles followed.

His hair was down, bangs loose and framing his face, still slightly messy from the rush of getting up so early. It added to the casual, half-wild allure he wore without trying. The strands brushed against his cheeks just right, softening the sharp angles of his jaw while somehow making it look even more defined. The slope of his nose, the quiet focus in his eyes, the way his lips pressed into that unconscious pout whenever he was thinking.

Your eyes drifted lower to his thighs. Tangina.

His thighs. Thick and tense beneath his joggers, spread just enough to make the posture feel unconsciously dominant. You watched the muscles shift slightly as he adjusted in his seat, the fabric stretching across the solid shape of them, giving away more than you knew he intended. The heat in your stomach pooled lower, slow and heavy.

Jay looked so hot right now.

You sucked slowly on the lollipop, the cherry flavor suddenly feeling too sweet, too on-the-nose, as your tongue toyed with it lazily. Your eyes traveled back up, lingering on the slope of his neck, the faint line of his collarbone visible through the stretched collar of his hoodie.

How could he be this attractive without doing anything?

He wasn't even looking at you.

Your voice slipped out before you could second-guess it. "Gusto kitang chupain."

Jay let out a short laugh, the kind that vibrated through his chest more than his throat. His hand came down from the wheel, resting on your thigh. His palm was warm, fingers steady as they began to rub up and down—slow and absent-minded.

"Bibig mo," saway niya, not taking his eyes off the road. His thumb slid just a little higher on the inside of your thigh. "That lollipop not doing it for you anymore?"

You smirked around the candy, pressing your knees together, feeling the throb pulse through you as his hand stayed exactly where it was, teasing you.

Jay was always like that. Never rushing. Laging chill. Laging one step ahead. He knew exactly how to make you unravel while he stayed calm and collected, like he wasn't doing anything at all.

It was so unfair how good he was at it.

"You're so hot, tangina," you muttered, voice low and needy, a whine slipping into your tone. "I'm so horny na, Jay."

You shifted in your seat, hips arching slightly, your whole body leaning in toward him, seeking closeness, something, anything to close the gap between his restraint and your spiraling desire. You pulled the lollipop from your mouth slowly, lips wet, breath shaky.

With no hesitation you leaned over and kissed the growing bulge in his joggers.

Jay hissed through his teeth, his grip on the wheel tightening. "Wait, baby... this is a highway. I can't pull over right now."

But you didn't care. You weren't listening.

Your fingers worked fast, slipping under the waistband of his joggers, tugging it down just enough. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, rock-hard and the sudden exposure to the cool air made him twitch. Your mouth watered. Literally. Your breath hitched, eyes locked on him.

You leaned in, just to inhale. Clean soap. Sweat. And something that was just him. Fuck—your panties were soaked. The scent alone was enough to make your thighs tremble.

You pressed a kiss to the base, then another up the shaft, taking your time. Jay's breath grew heavier, chest rising a little faster beneath his hoodie.

"Baby—fuck—stop," he groaned, his voice strained but still trying to stay composed. "I could totally crash the car right now."

You just hummed around him as you let your lips part wider, taking the thick head of his cock slowly past your tongue. Ang init ng tite niya sa loob ng bibig mo, it was stretching your mouth, and you hadn't even gotten halfway down.

The cherry lollipop was still clutched loosely in your hand, forgotten now as the stereo played on, low beats humming through the BMW's speaker system, a lazy backdrop to your sin.

Giniginaw ka sa lamig ng AC, pero yung katawan mo nag-aapoy sa libog. The soft leather seats, dim cabin lighting, and the muted hum of the road beneath you—all of it felt too intimate, like the car itself was part of the moment. It wasn't even spacious. Pero maybe that's what made it hotter.

You adjusted your position, knees curled beneath you as you leaned over the console, one hand braced against the seat. Hindi siya ideal sex, pero kahit cramped, kahit delikado—you wanted this. You and Jay had never done anything like this habang tumatakbo ang sasakyan, and right now, with your mouth wrapped around him and your panties soaking through, you couldn't think of a single reason to stop.

"Baby..." Jay's voice cracked, deeper now, desperate. His free hand left the wheel and tangled into your hair, fingers tightening. You felt the muscle in his thigh twitch under your palm. Then the car lurched forward, a sign he was pressing harder on the gas.

You pulled back a little, tongue flicking over the tip before swallowing him again, deeper this time. Your throat began to ache, but it was the good kind, the kind that made your eyes water and your legs squeeze together. Saliva slicked his cock, warm and messy, and his moan melted into the bass-heavy track playing low in the background.

"You're going to kill us both—oh God," Jay breathed out. His grip on your hair tightened, knuckles white on the wheel. His hips jolted forward involuntarily, pressing himself deeper into your throat. You gagged, eyes blurring.

You glanced up through your lashes. Lips parted, panting. Brows drawn tight. Jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped under the skin. His focus was fractured now, no longer completely on the road.

Fuck, ang sarap.

You moaned around him, and the vibration made his cock twitch hard against your tongue.

You picked up the pace, bobbing your head faster, greedier, spit dripping down your chin, coating him from base to tip. The wet sounds were obscene, drowning out everything else. Mas malakas pa kaysa sa music, mas intense pa kaysa sa mismong takbo ng kotse.

"Shit—fuck, baby—" Jay hissed, and the car jerked slightly. Sumemplang siya ng konti sa lane, and for a moment, he didn't care. His hand stayed firm in your hair, guiding your movements, slowly losing control.

You moved with the car with every sudden jolt, every swerve. Your hips rubbed against the seat without meaning to, your legs squeezing together sa tindi ng init sa pagitan ng hita mo.

His foot slammed harder on the pedal. The BMW roared forward.

You gasped around him but didn't stop, not even when he made a sharp, desperate turn onto a gravel pull-off, the tires crunching and skidding slightly. Trees blurred past the window, then the car jerked to a stop, engine still running, headlights slicing through early-morning mist.

That's when his hips snapped forward. Fast, and rough. "Tangina, baby—" he groaned your name as he began thrusting into your mouth, not giving you a second to breathe. His composure shattered completely. Both hands now tangled in your hair, guiding you down, using your mouth with a desperation you'd never seen from him before.

You took it. Gagging around him, drool slipping past your lips and down your chin, your eyes locked on his face. He was gone, lost in the feeling, in you, in the heat of your mouth and the pressure building in his core. You could feel it. The way his thighs trembled. The way his rhythm became erratic.

He started whispering curses, like "Fuck, fuck, baby—don't stop—don't fucking stop," voice cracking, head falling back against the seat.

You dug your nails into his thighs, holding steady.

"Lalabasan na ako, baby, I'm gonna cum," he gasped, one final thrust driving deep into your throat. Muscles locking, body trembling. His cock pulsed hard, and you moaned around him as hot, thick release spilled down your throat. You swallowed every drop, tongue wrapped around him as your eyes fluttered shut.

Slowly, you pulled off, slick, messy, a string of saliva stretching between your lips and the head of his cock. Your jaw ached, your chest heaved, but all you could do was smile.

Jay collapsed back against the seat, exhaling hard, eyes closed. His head tilted back, throat exposed, hair sticking to his temples.

He adjusted the seat with one hand, ang tigas parin ng tite niya. It was flushed, twitching, glistening in the low light.

With a soft shuffle, you slipped your bottoms off—panties and all—tossing them carelessly into the backseat. The cold air hit your skin, but you didn't care. Sobrang libog mo na, basang basa na rin ang puke mo.

You popped the lollipop back into your mouth, smirked around it, and climbed into his lap—knees on either side of him.

Jay's eyes opened slowly, hazy with lust, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin.

"Come here," he growled.

You settled over him, letting your soaked pussy drag along the length of his cock, his tip brushing your clit with every slow, teasing rock of your hips. Napapikit ka agad, a soft cry slipping from your lips as you circled your hips, drawing him in.

"Ahhh—fuck," you moaned, dragging your folds across him again and again, letting the friction drive you both closer to the edge.

Jay's hands flew to your hips, then slid lower, one hand cupping your mound. His fingers spread your lips, rubbing slow, delicious circles near your clit. Grabe, ang dulas mo na, your arousal practically dripping down his cock, coating him in heat.

"Jesus Christ," he hissed, eyes glued between your legs. "Your pussy's fucking soaked—fuck, baby. You're fucking dripping."

You whimpered, hips grinding down into his touch, desperate, needy.

"I can't help it," you panted, voice slightly slurred with the lollipop still between your lips. "You're so fucking handsome—putangina, you look so good when you're trying not to lose control. Makes me wanna—ahhh!"

Your sentence broke into a cry as Jay slid two fingers into you. Your body clenched around him instantly, hips jerking down to meet the rhythm he set. He knew exactly where to curl them, just the right angle to pull sounds out of you.

"Ganda mo," he moaned, eyes locked on your face, watching every twitch, every twist of pleasure. His thumb circled your clit as his fingers pumped in and out, slow but firm, coaxing every drop from your aching cunt.

You were riding his hand shamelessly now, grinding down on his palm. Jay leaned forward, lips brushing your jaw, breath hot against your skin.

"Makes you wanna what, baby?" he whispered. "Don't hold out on me. Say it."

You whimpered, rocking harder, fingers clutching his hoodie.

"M-Makes me wanna ride your fat cock," you gasped. "Fuck, Jay, I want it so bad—want you to fill me up 'till I'm leaking all over your lap."

He groaned deep in his chest, teeth grazing your neck, and just as your back arched and hit the steering wheel—honk!

The car horn blared suddenly, sharp and loud, slicing through the haze of lust.

You both froze for half a second, startled then burst into low laughter. Jay reached down with his free hand and killed the engine, the dashboard lights dimming as silence fell. Except for the slick, wet rhythm of his fingers still inside you.

"Fuck," he grinned, voice low and ragged. "You're about to make me wreck and get us arrested, all in the same damn hour."

You moaned, grinding your hips harder, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Then shut up and fuck me, Jay. I need your cock. Now."

"Take it then," he growled, pulling his fingers free with a slick pop and grabbing the base of his cock, still hard, flushed, glistening with precum. "You want it so bad? Show me. Get yourself on it. Ride it like you mean it."

You didn't hesitate.

One hand on the headrest, the other guiding him to your entrance, you sank down on him with a moan that scraped out of your chest. The stretch burned, slow and sweet, and by the time your hips met his, you were shaking. Tangina, ang sarap, shit, shit, shit.

"So big," you gasped.

You rocked once, then again. Rising just enough for his tip to tease your opening before slamming back down. The slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the car.

Jay groaned, head falling back, one hand gripping your waist, the other fisting the seat. Your mouth hung open, spit slicking your lip. Wala ka nang pake. You were lost in it, chasing the rhythm as your hips ground into him in tight, firm circles.

Jay's eyes were locked on your body—your face, your tits bouncing, the mess between your thighs. He reached up, took the lollipop from your mouth, and popped it into his.

"Mmm," he moaned, sucking lazily, high on the moment. "Tastes even better mixed with your spit."

"Shit, Jay," you whimpered, hands sliding up his chest, nails dragging down his hoodie.

You rolled harder, faster, your clit brushing the base of his cock with every bounce. You didn't care how you looked. You needed more.

Jay shifted under you, feet planting for leverage. Then he started thrusting up—meeting you stroke for stroke. Perfectly timed. Brutal. Deep. The angle hit every sensitive spot, and your head snapped back with a silent scream.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

"Fucking ride it," Jay growled, breath ragged. "You wanna act like a needy little brat? Prove it. Show me how bad you want this cock. Work for it."

Then he slapped your tits—twice, quick, sharp. You clenched around him, gasping.

He yanked your top up, tugged your bra aside, and latched onto one nipple, fingers rolling the other, lips sucking greedily, moaning into your skin as he tossed the lollipop into the cupholder.

You bounced harder, trying to keep up with him, but the space was brutal. The roof kept pressing against your head, thighs burning, passenger seat squeaking from all the movement.

The air was thick with heat. Your breaths. His moans. The windows were fully fogged, no trace of the outside world anymore.

"Jayy," you whined, voice cracking, rhythm stalling. "'D-di na ako makagalaw!"

Jay pulled away from your chest, lips swollen, mouth wet. He met your eyes, and you saw it—that smile. Wicked and taunting.

"Pagod ka na kaagad?" He murmured. He leaned down again, tongue flicking slowly over your sore nipple, circling your areola with lazy, hungry licks.

"S-sakit ng legs ko," you breathed, nails digging into his shoulders. "They're cramping. I can't—I can't take it anymore, Jay. Please."

Your body was shaking from the strain. As in, literal na pagod. Every joint, every muscle was begging for mercy, pero yung init sa loob mo, wala pa rin, nagwawala pa rin. Nakakabaliw. You were right there, and pero parang imposible na to keep going.

Jay exhaled through his nose, a quiet tss that sounded like a half-laugh.

"You could've just said na you wanted me to take over," he muttered, his signature smirk slowly crawling back to his lips as he slid his hands under your thighs. "But sure, cry about it first."

A sudden shift. He lifted you off his lap, just enough to reposition. He reached for the lever, lowered the seat back slightly, creating more space. His grip on your hips stayed solid, guiding you down again, slowly, letting gravity do its thing habang pinapasok ka niya ulit, inch by thick, throbbing inch.

"Lie back," he said, voice low. "Let me fuck you properly."

Your back hit the steering wheel again, but this time wala ka na talagang pake. You collapsed forward, head resting against his shoulder, body trembling uncontrollably around him.

Jay adjusted his grip, then started thrusting up into you. Controlled. Deep. Precise like hell. You gasped, your voice caught in your throat. Your body snapped tight around him.

"Yeah," he whispered into your ear, his hand slipping between your legs again, fingers dangerously close. "That's it. Just give up na. Let me do the work, since my pretty girl wore herself out."

You whimpered, nodding weakly. Suko ka na. And you were okay with that.

Jay wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in. Then he shifted again, this time angling deeper, harder, sliding you flush against his chest, Then—tangina! He slammed up into you so deep, para kang nabasag.

Your breath punched out of your lungs in a cracked scream, your body locking up then melting, clenching him.

You buried your face in his neck, helpless moaning, half-sobbing. Wala ka na sa sarili mo.

"Shit," he growled, voice rough, breath ghosting against your cheek. "This pussy's choking me. Fuck. You're so tight. So fucking hot."

His grip on your hips got rougher, fingers digging into your soft skin. Pinupukpok ka niya sa ilalim, each thrust had weight, each one bruised your core in the best fucking way.

Your hands couldn't stay still. Kung saan-saan napunta, sa fogged-up window, leaving streaks on the glass; then sa balikat niya, gripping his hoodie; then finally, sa buhok niya, twisting, pulling para lang may kakapitan ka.

Jay's mouth was everywhere. He kissed the curve of your throat, bit your jaw just hard enough to make your eyes roll back. Then he dragged his tongue slowly across your collarbone and sucked the sweat off your skin.

"Can feel you, baby," he whispered, voice wrecked. His hand slid up your back, cupping the nape of your neck. "Lapit ka na?"

"Y-Yeah," you choked out, barely holding on. Your legs were trembling like crazy, muscles twitching. You were right at the fucking edge. "Lalabasan na ako, love, please!"

"Good," he murmured, teeth grazing your neck again. "Then cum for me. Just let go. Give it to me, baby."

His thrusts turned sharper, harder each one stealing a piece of your breath. Slap. Slap. Slap. The car filled with wet sounds, with your moans, his grunts, the sound of skin on skin. You couldn't even see straight anymore. Your body was on fire.

"I-I'm gonna—!" you gasped, your voice breaking as the wave crashed down.

Jay caught your jaw in his hand, made you look at him eyes on eyes and then kissed you, deep and hard. His mouth swallowed the broken sob that spilled out as you shattered in his arms.

Right then, his thumb pressed to your clit again. Fast.

Wala na tangina. Your whole body snapped—rigid, then completely undone. You spasmed around his cock, your cunt squeezing him so tight it drew a rough, animal groan from deep in his chest.

You slumped forward, totally spent, your skin sticking to his. You trembled in his lap, legs weak, heart still racing. Pero Jay didn't let go. He stayed inside you, twitching, still rock fucking hard.

His hand slipped under your chin, lifting your face. His eyes were hooded, wild, and drunk on you.

"Back seat," he muttered, voice thick, rough. "Now."

You nodded, dazed, barely functioning, still pulsing from the orgasm he'd dragged out of you. Para kang lutang, your legs felt like jelly as you moved, fumbling your way off his lap. His cock slipped free with a wet sound that made both of you groan. You reached for the handle, pushed the passenger seat forward with a shaky hand, and climbed into the back.

Bags cluttered the floor, some half-unzipped from earlier when you'd thrown your clothes in, but Jay didn't care. He followed you in, kicking the duffel bags out of the way without even looking. His focus was entirely on you.

You were already on your knees, body too wired to think about modesty, hands braced on the middle seat for support when you felt him behind you.

"There she is," Jay muttered under his breath, running a hand up your spine. "My filthy girl."

He grabbed your hips, positioning you just the way he liked—arched, ass up, legs spread just enough to give him the view. You felt the thick head of his cock drag between your folds, slow and heavy, slipping through the mess he already made of you.

"You're dripping down your thighs," he muttered, proud pa, as he dragged his thumb along your inner thigh, collecting the slick.

You whimpered when he pushed the tip in again slower now, but fuck, mas intense. Sobrang sensitive ka na, your body jolting forward, hands gripping the seat as he filled you again. Inch by inch. Parang sinasakal ang kaluluwa mo sa sobrang sarap.

"F-fuck," you gasped, back arching deeper. "Jay—oh my God—"

"Not done with you," he groaned, thrusting deeper. His hips slammed into your ass, the sound echoing sharply inside the cramped car. "Not even close."

The car rocked with every movement. Leather squeaked, the whole vehicle shifting slightly. Your breath fogged the windows again as you gasped, mouth open, forehead pressing against the glass.

Jay's rhythm turned savage. He slammed into you with intention—one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip so hard.

"We're gonna ruin the seats," he growled, thrusting harder, his voice cracking with effort.

You moaned loud, pushing back to meet every stroke, matching his intensity. Every time he hit that perfect angle, your knees buckled.

"Jay," you sobbed, completely undone. "I want you to cum inside me—please—I wanna feel it leak while I'm still full of you."

He stilled. Hips slowing, almost pulling out, leaving just the swollen head inside, throbbing. He watched, eyes glued to your desperate little movements, how your ass pushed back.

"Say that again," he rasped, his grip on your waist tightening, thumbs digging in.

"I want you to cum in me," you panted, glancing over your shoulder, lips swollen, eyes glassy. "Fill me up. Claim me. Make a mess of me."

Jay slammed into you in one brutal, full stroke that knocked the air out of your lungs.

His hands spread your ass, squeezing rough, then slapped you—hard. You yelped, your pussy clenching so tight he hissed.

"Ahhh, tangina, baby," he moaned, pulling back just to see your ass slap against his pelvis.

Your hips picked up pace, grinding down, chasing his rhythm, your moans echoing off the fogged glass.

"Fuck, fuck—" Jay's voice cracked. His hands slid up your back, one tracing the curve of your spine, the other gripping your shoulder. Then he pulled you back into him, fucking you deeper, harder. "Sarap mo."

"Please," you begged, voice hoarse. "Don't pull out, Jay—give me everything. I wanna feel it drip, please."

His breathing turned erratic. Halata mong hirap na siyang kontrolin sarili niya.

"I'm about to creampie your fucking pussy, baby," he snarled. "Gonna fill you 'til you're leaking. I'm gonna stuff this sweet cunt like you fucking begged for."

"Yessss!" Your orgasm hit, no warning, no buildup. Your clit untouched, but the way he wrecked you from the inside was enough.

Your mouth dropped open, silent scream. Vision blurred. You clamped down so tight it forced a growl from deep in Jay's chest.

He slammed in one last time, deep and shaking. Then he came. His moan was broken, torn from his throat, hips pressed hard to your ass as he emptied inside you. His ears rang from the intensity, whole body shuddering.

You felt every throb, every twitch, every pulse of his cock as he released into you. Mainit. Masarap.

You cried out not from pain, but from release. You collapsed, limp and wrecked, your pussy fluttering around him, milking him for every drop. Jay still didn't stop.

He kept moving, small, slow grinds, like he was trying to push every last bit deeper.

"God..." he breathed, face buried between your shoulder blades, teeth grazing your damp skin.

You trembled underneath him, body still shaking, every nerve raw. Pagod na pagod ka na but you didn't want him to move.

Jay stayed inside. Cock still twitching, buried deep, thick with cum. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

Then soft kisses. Isa-isa. Sa shoulder mo. Sa leeg. So intimate, like he wasn't just fucking you senseless five seconds ago.

By the time your orgasm faded, lutang ka na talaga. Your body felt boneless, pliant, wrecked in the best way possible. A breathless, half-hysterical laugh slipped past your lips while you collapsed forward onto the seat. Your hands lazily found Jay's shoulder, fingers weakly curling into the soft fabric of his hoodie, just to hold yourself steady habang yung aftershocks nagri-ripple pa rin sa katawan mo.

Jay didn't say anything at first. He just stayed there, still inside you, his chest rising and falling against your back. Then he leaned in slowly, lips brushing your temple, then your cheek, soft kisses landing with a little mwah that made you giggle.

Ang lambing.

He nuzzled you gently, tracing the edge of your jaw with his nose, lips dragging over your sweaty skin. You turned your head just enough, eyes barely half-open, and kissed him.

Then a sharp jolt shot up your leg and your whole body jerked.

"Fuck, cramps!" you yelped, your voice shattering the heavy silence. "Oh my God—yung hita ko, Jay. Tangina, ang sakit, shit!"

Jay laughed. "Hold on," he murmured, steadying you with a hand on your lower back.

He pulled out slowly, and you winced from the sensation. Pareho niyong naramdaman yung stretch, yung slide, then the warm, sticky drip of his cum oozing out of you. It slid down your thighs, thick and slow, and Jay's eyes locked in.

His breath caught. "Shit..." he muttered, voice low, eyes wide with that look—equal parts awe and total, filthy satisfaction.

You flopped onto your side, trying to stretch out your leg habang nanginginig ka pa rin. "Jay, help. Please"

"Baby," he chuckled, still staring between your legs like he was hypnotized. "You can't say stuff like 'cum inside me' and then get shocked na hindi ka na makalakad after. Cause and effect, love."

"I didn't think physics would betray me like this," you groaned, and slapped his shoulder with a weak strength.

Jay grinned, eyes glassy and glowing from post-nut bliss, then leaned over you again. "C'mon, let me help. Gotta get you out of this position before your legs give out completely." He gently lifted one of your knees, massaging the cramp away with slow, circular pressure.

"There," he whispered, eyes focused. "Is it better now, baby?"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, head dropping back against the seat. "God, yes. Keep doing that and I might fall in love."

Jay smirked. "Might?"

You grinned, eyes fluttering half-shut as he kept massaging, then slowed. He pressed a final kiss to the inside of your knee before sitting back, reaching for a water bottle from the center console and cracking it open for you.

"Next stop's like four miles lang," he said, naka-settle na sa post-fuck softness na parang chill lang kahit kakagulo niyo lang kanina. "I'll grab you a Salonpas or something if you're still sore."

You took the water, chugged it like you hadn't just been moaning his name ten minutes ago, then looked up at him with wide eyes. "Pwede ba ako mag-yosi bago tayo umalis ulit?" you asked, blinking innocently.

Jay paused, narrowed his eyes at you like he already saw the trouble brewing behind your sweet expression.

He sighed. You knew that sigh.

Without waiting for his response, you grinned and mimed zipping your lips shut, pretending to toss the imaginary key out the window. "Okay, okay," you said with a dramatic shrug. "Wala akong sinabi."

Jay gave you the look. Pero ayun, the corner of his mouth twitched. Kahit anong inis niya, gigil pa rin siya sa'yo.

Then your eyes dropped down, your voice lowering.

"Okay," you said, leaning in just enough to whisper it, "can I at least cock warm you while you drive?"

"Excuse me?"

You gave him your most pa-cute look—wide eyes, soft tone, innocent smile na alam mong hindi na siya dapat naniniwala, pero nahulog pa rin. "What? I said warm. Not ride. Warm. That's, like, the most passive, wholesome form of love."

Jay barked a laugh, head falling back as he covered his face for a second. "You want to sit on my dick while I drive."

"Well, yeah," you said casually, already shimmying your hips to adjust your sore muscles. "I mean, it's already warm in there. Parang unfair naman if iwan lang siya mag-isa. You don't want him to feel neglected, diba?"

Jay looked at you, he was grinning, hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. "Fine,"

You both climbed into the front again, Jay adjusting the recline just enough to give you room. You straddled him slowly, letting out a long, contented sigh as you sank down on him again, settling deep, snug, warm.

Your forehead dropped to his chest, body molding into his. Jay's hands slid instinctively to your waist, steady and firm. With one hand, he reached behind to pull a blanket from the mess in the back, draping it over your legs.

The engine rumbled to life beneath you.

"I got you," he murmured, adjusting the wheel with one hand, the other tracing lazy circles on your thigh. "Comfortable ka po, baby?"

"Mhmm," you mumbled sleepily, face buried in his neck. He still smelled like Jo Malone and sweat and sex. "Love you."

He glanced down, heart tightening. He kissed your hair, lips lingering on your scalp.

"Love you more," he whispered, shifting into gear and pulling back onto the road.

You melted into him, eyes barely open, antok na antok, tapos tuluyan nang bumagsak ulo mo sa balikat niya. Mouth slightly open, breathing slow and even.

You are knocked out na parang walang nangyaring kabastusan. Tulog ka, fully passed out on top of Jay, kahit nandun pa rin siya sa loob mo. Literally still inside you.

You didn't care about the cramped space. Or the soreness creeping into your thighs. Or how uncomfortably good it still felt to be stuffed full of him.

You'd deal with the cramps when you woke up.

Jay glanced over and shook his head with a quiet chuckle, his hand smoothing down your back beneath the blanket.

He turned off the highway when he saw the rest stop sign glowing through the mist. At last.

Pero siguro dahil gumalaw ka ng konti sa tulog mo, yung balakang mo gumalaw, or baka dahil naramdaman niya yung tite niya still snug and twitching inside you, soaked with your mess—biglang may nahatak sa loob niya.

Snap.

"Fuck it," Jay muttered, voice low.

He pulled into the back of the convenience store. Engine still running, headlights cutting through the light rain starting to mist on the windshield.

Then, slowly—he sped it up.

Hands gripping your waist again, he started moving under you. No'ng una, dahan-dahan lang, rocking the seat gently. Then it escalated—harder, faster, his hips thrusting up from underneath, fucking into you again.

Kahit tulog ka pa halos, your body reacted agad. You moaned, half-asleep, grinding into him instinctively like your hips remembered what your brain hadn't caught up with yet.

Nagising ka bigla, dazed and needy, forehead pressing into his neck.

Jay kissed your shoulder between thrusts. "Isa pa, baby" he whispered, voice all husky and warm against your ear. "Then I'll get your damn Salonpas."

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #filo enhypen smut #park jongseong #jay x reader #jay smut #jay hard hours

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Hey it's totally still your birthday right?

*'he/they's your Wild*

Enjoy mild totk spoilers (not really takes place post-botw pre-totk)

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He was gone, and it was fine. You have no clue where he went, and neither did he. He had simply stepped into that dreaded portal, all but vanishing without a trace, and that was that.

Goodbyes had been short, they always had to be when your spouse was the legendary hero.

It was hard to remember sometimes that your Link was the hero of Hyrule. Hard to imagine that those same lively eyes of his had stared evil incarnate in the flesh before essentially vanquishing it. The same blond that had won you over catching staminoka bass with nothing but his bare hands and a dream and had diligently followed you along as you showed them the beauty of the new world that had surrounded him despite the terrors of the calamity a hundred years ago-- had also been the one who stood in an overtaken Hyrule castle and defended it, having long since grown and regained his strength (something they credited to you despite your insistence otherwise).

It was hard-- but not impossible. Especially then, as you stood to see him off. Even though they no longer carried the legendary sword on their back, the unmistakable strong stance he had told you what he was going to do before he even uttered a word.

You wouldn't stop him, you couldn't, but even still you found yourself torn between your heart and your mind. The logical part of you knew however (even if it pained you to see him off) that the world needed them more than you did. It wasn't surprising, you married the hero of Hyrule for Hylia's sake! But it still hurts. You knew, deep down, that you were always going to have to share them with the rest of the world, even if you wanted to selfishly lock them away and keep him all to yourself.

But none of that really mattered now, did it? The hugs and the kisses and the parting words went by too fast, everything was just too fast, now you were left despondant on the outskirts of Hateno, a pair of lovers setting out only for one to return.

You felt numb, a flurry of emotions welling up in your chest only for your mind to be miles away, unable to speak. You don't remember the walk back to the village, nor how you ended up in Link's house (or was it Zelda's now? It was never really clear, you had to ask at some point). You glanced around, slowly beginning to shuffle around, idly stacking the stray papers and nicknacks of Zelda's research scattered around the small area.

You didn't think about it, continuing to meander around the room, idly fixing things even if they weren't messy. It was useless to dwell on it, being sad wouldn't bring him back, and you were no good to everyone else if you were beside yourself with grief for a hylian who wasn't even dead yet.

It was fine. He was going to come back. You just... had to keep busy. Hateno had no shortage of jobs for you as it continued to grow and develop. You still had to drop off those cloths Senna ordered to the dye shop. Zelda still needed you to help teaching the children at the school until another official one was found-- that one was pretty long-term, likely to keep you busy and on your feet. And then of course you had promised Zelda that you would ask Nagda for gardening tips in order to try and help Aster, who seemed better able to grasp onto information about her father's vegetables rather than gardening in practice. You still hadn't completely gotten over your uneasiness towards the flower-obsessed--

Oh. You were crying.

The blurriness in your eyes and the wet streaks on your cheeks were unmistakable, yet it's presence still caught you off guard. You couldn't tell why, you were fine, it wasn't a big deal. 'It's fine, you're okay' you repeated to yourself like a mantra, Link was coming back and everything would--

"Are you alright?" a quiet, worried voice broke you out of your mental stoop. Your body froze up, still facing away from the concerned blonde in a feeble attempt to maintain some dignity. When did Zelda get here? How much time had passed.

"I uh, I'm sorry I just-" you fumble your words, not really having anything else to say but 'sorry'. For what exactly was unclear: for being caught in her house unannounced, for moving her things around as you tidied up, perhaps even for crying in general, not being strong enough to bear the load that was required of you as the hero's spouse.

You felt like a child, having been caught red-handed at your most vulnerable with no excuses for the way you were acting. Instead of being scolded though, or even being questioned as to what exactly you were doing there and not your own home, Zelda immediately met you with nothing but compassion. The blonde frowned a bit, seeing your clearly distressed state, immediately stepping forward to bring your crying form into her arms.

You shakily exhaled, deflating a bit. You apologize again, wiping at your eyes even if it only accomplished in making your eyes more irritated and red as more tears make their way out. You hated it. You hated it and you hated him for making you go through it, even if it was illogical to do so.

For once, even if it was selfish, you desperately wished for simpler times, when it was just the two of you against the world. When some days your biggest problem was entertaining yourself during long journeys between stables on your way to the next province. When your biggest plight was having to scramble after your partner when one of their idiotic stunts he swore wouldn't go wrong did just that. Hell, you'd even take before the calamity was defeated and the only people you two had were each other. Everything changed when you guys settled down and started placing roots.

Now it seemed like you saw less and less of him with every new task, and now he was just gone. You missed just looking over and seeing somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead. Well- looking back at you, your somebody, Link. Now he's gone and you don't know when they're coming back or even if they're safe.

You don't say any of this though, especially not when the rescued princess herself was right in front of you. It was a stupid thought only expressed in the heat of the moment, and you had long since learned to control those thoughts and urges. You weren't some child that needed to lash out and hurt those closest to you in your despair; you were an adult, the spouse of the hero of Hyrule who chose to strengthen the remains of Hyrule alongside the princess-- you needed to respond appropriately.

You gather yourself, you have no choice but to after all, crying in the princess' arms wasn't a solution nor a luxury that you could afford. You reveal everything to her, what little information you did have anyway-- the portal, how he left through it, and essentially not having any information on their whereabouts or even if he was safe.

"Oh, I see" Zelda responds sympathetically, understanding your plight and Link's potentially dire situation. Her lips together as she nods to herself, a sudden look of determination filling her eyes. She pulls back from you, looking into your eyes as she grabs onto your shoulders.

"Link is a strong and reliable swordsman whose resilience knows no bounds" she starts in hopes that some of her resolve spark up your own "I have no doubt that he'll return to you to the best of his ability. Please have faith in him, if not as your partner then as the hero and as my dearest companion".

You nod, simply taking the words in. Link will be fine, he has to be fine. Your heart couldn't take it otherwise.

You don't know what you'd do if he wasn't fine.

:)))))

..........You shrek rolled me.... in the middle of an intense fanfic!?!?!?!?!?

For my birthday- you evil mastermind you, how dare.

Is it really spoilers though if it just mentions that like Zelda was a teacher? I heard about that but I fail to see how that has anything to do with the plot so I think you're fine. Unless there was another thing that I missed because I don't know any better.

Thank you Bee!!! I wanted to yell and scream. :D

#pinky replies #anon stories #except not really

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