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spockiguess · 4 months ago

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I Start My Mornings With Folgers and Hot, Steamy Sex

Summary: Dr. Robby doesn't get to share many mornings with you, so when the day comes that he's finally able to spend just a little bit more time in your embrace, he doesn't pass on the opportunity to make it memorable.

Pairing: Michael "Dr. Robby" Robinavitch x FEM!Reader

Warnings: SOMNOPHILIA, Smut

A/N: HEYWASSUPYOUGUYSYES, I am back from my nearly year long hiatus with something from a fandom I have never posted about before, but that's okay! I'm a dirty liar and a cheat, so I'm sorry for not updating the Laszlo Kreizler series I had in the works. I'm bad at continuity. Anyway, I hope you guys like this one! Yay!

Mornings spent with Michael Robinavitch have always been painfully short, fleeting moments that spill from the gaps between your grasping fingers like rushing sand, so you treasure the times when everything seems to stop for just an hour or two and you can hold each other while the sun begins to rise. This morning is one of those intensely special times.

It’s around four in the morning–only now the sun is still slumbering soundly just beneath the shimmering horizon millions of miles away–when Robby snakes his arms further around your middle and squeezes ever so slightly. You unconsciously moan in response, the deep recesses of your brain faintly aware of the comforting action as you melt deeper into his velvet touch. His nose is pressed against the back of your neck, inhaling your vanilla-sweet scent with every easy breath, while his large, sculptural hands cup the heavy mounds of your breasts, gently kneading.

The emergency room attending could stay in this protective bubble forever, completely blocking out the frenetic, ever-speeding pace of the world outside as he keeps one of the people he truly cares about anymore locked in his embrace forevermore. The glimmering lights of lampposts and stretching skyscrapers would wipe across his vision in great streaks, like the measured strokes of a master’s paintbrush across a twilight canvas. Robby is content to have that be his future; these rare instances being wholly untainted by the horrors of the known universe and only meant for your shared enjoyment. Then, he could finally find peace.

Unfortunately, that's not quite in the cards for him just yet. Life has its hands wrapped firmly around the deck, dispersing fate indiscriminately. Dr. Robby has this, though. He has just a few hours with you before he’s inevitably pulled into his grueling work and forced to clear its waters for the next twelve hours. Because of this, Michael Robinavitch is eagerly determined to make the best of the time he has with you. Robby figures he'll start this day off on a good, memorable note.

With that, Robby commences with his plan. As an attending who's participated in countless, intense surgeries, he's startlingly deft with his hands. His grip around your breasts tighten, causing the skin to spill over his palms before Robby lightens up and allows the tip of his calloused finger to graze the pebbled surface of your nipple. Robby’s touch is feather-light, for now, he doesn't want to rush through this like a crazed bull released from its pen.

Ever so slowly, he circles your nipple with his forefinger, tentatively forcing the skin to contract and become a stiff, little peak beneath his hand. Now, Robby’s able to delicately grip the peak with his forefinger and thumb and roll it between the two, slightly squeezing with every other turn. The effects of his work are already taking place as you moan again, unknowingly bucking your plush hips into his, awakening Robby’s cock to full attention. Robby forces back a pleased groan of his own as he feels the soft mounds of your ass tenderly grip his aching dick in a warm hug. You're too tempting, most of the time.

Robby isn't distracted from his goal, however. No, he just shifts his attention on your breasts to the other hand while another travels down the curved planes of your body, rustling your sleep shirt and shorts. Your stomach is smooth under Robby’s hand, radiating a soothing heat that he could get lost in for hours. On some days, he comes back from work and immediately draws you into bed just so he can rest his weathered face against your tummy. There, he’ll press light kisses and reminisce on how lucky he is to have a partner like you. At this moment, though, Robby is only using your stomach as a roadmap to somewhere far more important.

Robby’s searching hand stops just above the puckered hem of your elastic, light blue sleep-shorts, curious as ever. As if it had a mind of its own, Robby’s hand begins to toy with the top of your satin shorts, mindlessly playing with the band while his other hand continues to work one of your stiffening nipples. Finally, your brain switches gears and your toasty body moves of its own accord, rocking into Robby’s firm silhouette.

Robby unashamedly moans, now, his rough throat giving way to breathy gasps as your ass cradles his hard dick in a near-perfect way. He can already feel sticky, hot precum leaking from his tip, no doubt staining the front of his boxer-briefs with a damp puddle. Every sense is electrified, begging for Robby to amp up the sensations tenfold, but he can't let that happen just yet, this is still about you.

So, Robby’s hand continues its adventure north, down the front of your shorts, and lightly skimming the silky lace of your panties as it reaches the apex of your pubic mound. Robby can feel the intense heat emanating from your core, nearly burning up his hand with its fire. The emergency room doctor can feel his head go dizzy as he fantasizes about how hot you'll be wrapped around his weeping cock. Still, he presses onward.

With Robby’s hand now firmly seated above your sex, the man whose whole body surrounds you presses warm, wet kisses to your neck as his middle finger inches forward to grab the edge of your panties and pull them off to the side. Now, your sticky cunt lays exposed to the cold air around it, and even in your sleep, you shudder from the chill. Slowly, Robby’s middle and ring finger search through your folds, grabbing the glossy slick that's there, before finding the rosy bud at the top of your cunt.

Covered in your wetness, Robby uses his fingers to rub slow, tight circles around your now-buzzing clit, delighting in the sounds you're making as his forearm muscles strain from the awkward position. You shift, opening your legs further as your sleepy brain struggles to process the new sensation probing at its walls.

Even though Robby’s pace is sluggish, he can still hear the quiet, squishy slap of his fingers against your throbbing cunt loud and clear. Robby knows how wet you can get–what exactly can happen if all of your delicate buttons are pushed in the correct way and order, and tonight, he hopes to have you writhing beneath his touch while your sex unleashes tidal waves of arousal on his dick. In the times Robby has managed such a feat in the past, his ego would skyrocket to preposterous levels, allowing him to walk with a certain bravado he isn't keen to most days. Robby figures that he’ll like to start today off like that, even if it'll draw attention from others.

As the good doctor fantasizes about making you squirt, his rugged hand absentmindedly speeds up its pace, pushing against your clit just that much harder. It's not a painful amount of pressure, but just enough to make your entire body buck with pleasure, nearly pulling you out of your unconscious state.

Too soon, Dr. Robby thinks. With this, he slows to a screeching halt as he can practically feel the electric currents of arousal flowing from your body to his, exciting his cock further. Robby guesses it would be fine to move on from this phase of his plan, even if every molecule buzzing around in his body is telling him otherwise. All of his barbaric senses are screaming for him to make you cum right then and there, to force multiple orgasms from you before you're even awake, but Robby wants this to be a somewhat relaxed morning, all things considered.

So, Dr. Robby stops his ministrations. Instead, he brings his hand to the edge of his mouth and takes in your heady flavor. When Robby is in a situation like this, something nestled deep within him, a primal urge, takes over his mind and he becomes something wholly unlike his usual self. He can't quite explain it, but you're the only person who's ever brought this side of him out, before. Robby isn't necessarily complaining, either. No, he just moans around his fingers before eagerly unearthing himself from the nest he’s built around his body, you included, trying carefully to not wake you just yet.

As he finally finds himself free, Robby climbs down the length of your now-prone figure and sheaths himself between your silky legs, adjusting once more to allow his arms to come around the bottoms of your thighs so his hands can rest just below your navel. Once there, Robby slides your sleep shorts and underwear to the side, breathing in your sticky scent, all the while. With your cunt now fully exposed to the outside air, Robby can see it glisten in the low light of your shared room, still drooling from before.

Robby waits a beat, stilling as he watches your resting form rise and fall with each breath that leaves you, and he finds himself utterly in love with the person caught beneath his eager body. Dr. Robby is incredibly lucky to have someone like you.

It’s with that thought that Robby finally delves into your weeping folds with a parted mouth, his tongue zeroing in on your clit the moment he makes contact with your cunt. You and Robby share a wanton moan as you wake up from your sleepy reverie, your hips moving of their own accord while Robby desperately tries to pin them down once again.

With a hazy fog still trapped in your throat, you call out to the man nestled firmly between your legs, “Mhm, Michael, what are you–what are you doing?”

Robby hums before pulling away from your sex, slick dripping from his bearded chin, “Starting the day off strong, don’t you think?” Robby’s voice is deep and rich, now, his vocal chords inactive until recently.

You laugh before choking back a strained moan when Robby reassumes his work, “If this is how we’re starting the day, I can’t wait to see how it ends.”

Dr. Robby laughs, too, the vibrations ricocheting against your clit and sending shockwaves directly to the base of your spine. You thread your hands into Robby’s thinning hair, pulling ever so slightly when he sucks your clit into his lips and licks. You don’t know it yet, but your orgasm is closer than you can register, especially considering what happened before Robby positioned himself beneath your quivering sex. Your mind is too caught up processing how enthusiastically he’s eating you out, as well as the way Robby’s hips seem to hitch against the mattress with every swirl of his tongue. You don’t even catch when one of his hands slips from the resting point above your pubic bone to travel beneath your legs and station itself just to the side of your parted lips.

When your mind finally does catch up is exactly the moment Robby begins to ease a finger into your cunt and carefully curl inwards, in a sort of beckoning motion. You groan loudly, impatiently welcoming the intrusion with a strong clench of your legs while Robby presses his free hand into the base of your stomach.

His tongue, his finger, and his other hand all create this perfect symphony of pleasure that has you shaking beneath Robby’s touch. If you were in your right mind, you might have possibly felt Robby’s smirk against your cunt, but you’re currently preoccupied.

Still, when Robby introduces another finger, deliciously stretching your wanton hole to a comfortable degree, you can’t help the thrashing your body does, completely overwhelmed with sensations. Before you know it, your orgasm is at the door and knocking to be let in, which you gladly allow.

A burst of electricity simmers beneath the surface of your skin as your cunt spasms, your hold on Robby’s hair tightening that much more as he continues to lap at you like a starved man. Liquid gushes from your core, absolutely coating the lower-half of Robby’s face, the beginnings of his neck, and his hand while wild slurping noises can be heard just below your shaking body.

He’s barely letting up, so it’s not long until you’re buzzing from overstimulation and begging your partner to ease off of you. Dr. Robby relents, struggling to hold himself back from tasting even more of you as your orgasm washes past your senses.

Once the rush of sound filters through your ears, you tug on Robby’s sleep shirt to bring him to eye-level with you. Robby crawls back up your body, arms supporting his weight on either side of your head.

“So, how was that?” Robby asks, a wide smile painting his features.

You giggle, leaning in for a kiss and only slightly grimacing at the feel of your juices on Robby’s face.

“Is amazing an okay descriptor?” You answer his question with a question of your own, to which Robby chokes back a laugh.

“That’s great. Don’t change it,” he says, leaning down to peck your cheeks and neck.

The morning isn’t quite over, yet, as you feel the hard length of Robby’s dick pressing against your most sensitive spot. As Robby spares a kiss to your cheek, you take a minute to worm your hand down your bodies so you can firmly grasp his cock and squeeze.

Robby moans, quickly getting the hint as he’s reminded of his own pressing matters that need to be attended to soon. Your partner pushes himself off of your body so he can lean back on his haunches and yank his pajama pants down, just enough to free his glorious dick.

The sun is starting to peek through the curtains, now, so you’re able to see the faint outline of his cock, long and thick, proudly shoot out from the base of his pelvic bone. Robby takes it in his hand and cautions a gentle swipe over the leaking head, moaning again as you attempt to take your shorts off, as well.

Robby snaps out of his daydreaming and helps the offending garment off of your legs, your lower half perfectly bare for him. You open your legs further, to which Robby eagerly positions himself between them before resting his dick against your stomach. You’ll never get used to his size, you think, with his dick being much bigger than anyone you’ve been with previously.

Robby smiles, his question heavy in the air, “Are you ready?”

You nod, eventually voicing an affirmative when he doesn’t continue. Satisfied, Robby takes his cock in his hands once more and leans back to line it up with your entrance. What a way to start the morning.

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brokenengene · 19 days ago

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not safe for work {track one}

pairing: producer! jay x pop star! fem reader

genre: american music industry au, romance, urban contemporary, coming of age/self-discovery

summary: Just one take. That's all your new producer asks of you. Each harmony that leaves your lips brings you closer to a line you shouldn't cross. Soon, he's not just hearing your voice on the demos; it's in his ear, moaning his name. And both of you know that actions always come with consequences.

This content is only for readers 18+

content warnings: cursing, mention of drugs (weed), making out/kissing, explicit sexual content, suggestive content, toxic work environment, exploitation in the music industry, mild objectification, manipulative behavior, mild angst, alcohol usage

chapter specific warnings: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, mirror play, voyeuristic undertones, praise kink, soft!dom jay, protected sex (yay!), strong language, emotional vulnerability, crying during sex, anxiety/self doubt/insecurity, aftercare (double yay!), brief mention of cheating

word count: 9.9k

soundtrack: muse-partynextdoor/ come thru- summer walker & usher/ talk 2 u- brent faiyaz

'demo_01 : not by your side'

Ever since you were a little girl, it was your dream to be on stage. Whether it was open mic karaoke or your middle school theater production, you always had to be dragged away from the microphone. Music was your everything.

It was more than just an escape for you. It healed. But now it feels like it could be the very thing that breaks you apart.

The city is vibrant and bustling like always. The vivid lights mix with the sound of cars rushing through the vast center of the city. That's what you loved so much about it, the city was awake at night and so were you. You thrived on that. From years of experience, you know the best ideas come to you at night.

You check your wristwatch for the time as you drive and weave your car through the narrow city streets. 11 pm it reads.

You turn up the radio and crack the windows, the faint smell of weed hits your senses as you navigate through the chaos. The studio isn’t far from your condo, but you always take the long route to fit more songs into your commute.

You turn right off the main road and into the parking garage of the studio. You back your car into your designated parking spot and take the elevator up.

Your younger self wouldn't believe you were here. Keycard access, your name on the door with your own equipment inside.

With habit, you make your way through the building's security screening. The skyscraper is massive, with floors upon floors of rehearsal rooms, recording studios, and offices.

You take the elevator to the 10th floor labeled “Dreamscape Records” You step out of the elevator and stop by a large window, briefly peering at the lively city beneath you.

You walk through the dimly lit and near-empty halls. Hardly anyone comes to the studio at this hour, but you prefer it that way. Less distraction, less noise.

You step in front of a door labeled with your name. You punch in the four-digit code on the door before pushing it open. Your backpack falls to the ground as you swiftly turn on the lamps scattered around your dedicated space, anything besides those overhead fluorescent lights that are sure to give you a headache.

With a sigh, you lie back in your chair. You take out your laptop and notebook and set them up on the table next to all your new equipment. You open the notebook, scribbling a few more tasks onto your never-ending to-do list.

Since being under contract with Dreamscape Records, singing hasn’t been the same. It's all deadlines, shitty producers, overbearing managers. It's like you never have time to just be you anymore. Some days it feels like you're always performing, and creating for the charts, not for your own heart.

But this is what you wanted, what you dreamed of, and you are determined to make it work for your own sake.

Your phone buzzes as a notification illuminates the screen. You glance at it, opening the text.

Luke (manager) [11:30 pm] Are you going to be at the studio tonight? You[11:31 pm] Yes, I'm probably gonna be here a few more hours. You know my work always comes out better with no distractions. Luke(manager)[11:32 pm] I know this is short notice, but that new producer we talked about just landed, he’s blowing up my phone, itching to get working already. I told him he could stop by and meet you. His name is Jay Park, you might not have heard of him before, but his work is incredible, y’all will hopefully make a good team. You[11:35 pm] Thanks for the heads up. I'll keep an eye out for when he comes around. Luke(manager)[11:36 pm] No worries. Don’t stay up too late. We'll talk more tomorrow.

You let out a deep sigh as you lock your phone. The black screen reflects your stressed appearance right back at you.

Jay Park, you repeat to yourself. Doesn't ring a bell, but you can't tell if his dedication to get straight to work is admirable or if he's got a really big ego like the other men in this industry.

You open up your notebook. It's a mixed-up mess of journal entries, lyrics, and anything you need to get out of your head and onto paper. This very notebook is the reason you're even sitting in the Dreamscape Records building at this hour.

You were scouted singing at a shitty bar downtown a few months ago. The bar totally wasn’t your style, but you pushed through and made it work, and it seems to have paid off so far.

The sound of pen on paper fills the empty room as you write. Finding any space and filling it with your thoughts and feelings. It’s therapeutic, feeling like a physical release of all the pressure.

Your train of thought is interrupted when you hear a knock at the door. It’s got to be that new producer that Luke told you about. You stand up from your work desk to unlock the door.

A man who appears to be in his early twenties stands in the doorway. His hair was tousled, and his attire was comfortable. He looks like he just walked off a plane. You didn’t expect him to be so young. Young and attractive at that.

Your breath catches as you notice the way his messy, dark hair complements his golden skin. The way his tired eyes sparkle in the dim light.

He smiles as he looks at you. His breath catches in his throat as he sees you in person for the first time. Breathless, he speaks up softly.

“I’m Jay Park..I talked to management, they should’ve told you I was stopping by.” He says a little too enthusiastically for someone who just stepped out of the airport.

“Oh yeah! It’s nice to meet you, come on in.” You say as you step to the side to let him into your intimate space. He looks over the small square room. Decorated with lamps and other keepsakes. A small diffuser puts off a comforting scent, while the screens from music equipment produce an illuminating glow.

“Love what you’ve done with the place.” Jay compliments as he pulls the second office chair up to yours. He sets his bag down on the floor and swiftly pulls out his laptop.

“I–well, um thank you..” You reply casually as you lock the door behind him before taking your spot back at your desk. God, why is he making you so flustered? Your notebook is still open to a page of visible scribbled madness.

“You're a night owl, too?” You ask as you twist your pen in your hands, trying not to feel nervous around your new coworker. You glance through your peripheral vision as he immediately gets to work on his laptop.

“Yeah, I work better at night, less noise, less distractions.” He says as he flashes you a soft, charming smile.

“I feel the same, I always get the best ideas at night. I’m lucky they let me stay here this late.” You say trying to casually continue the conversation.

“Sounds like we’re gonna make a good team.” He says truthfully. There's a slight pause, you catch him glancing into your eyes before he gently shakes his head.

“So what have you got so far for this album?” He asks, prying his eyes away from the laptop screen to give his full, undivided attention to you.

You’re slightly nervous as you reply. Partly because it’s your first time meeting Jay, but also because the way he’s glancing at you sends a rush of heat down your spine.

“Well, Luke and I have been discussing what the label wants, and they want a star, they want innocent pop hits and a marketable face, so I’ve been trying to slash something out,” You say as you look at the lyrics roughly jotted down on the paper. You furrow your brows, biting the back of your pen with your teeth.

You push the page towards Jay, letting him scan over what you’ve written. His face contorts with focus. He scans over the lyrics, basic, uninspired, safe. “It’s not bad, but I’m just going to be honest, it’s a little bland...” he critiques softly.

You flush, visibly nervous at the new man in front of you and the fact that he’s not exactly impressed with your work. Jay lets out a soft breath before he turns to look at you.

His gaze lingers on your eyes, on your lips. He opens his mouth to speak. “You don’t seem like the type of girl who writes music that gets played in grocery stores.” He says softly under his breath, his gaze still locked on yours.

Your eyes widen. What exactly does he mean? You watch as he slides closer. Bringing his laptop along as well so you can see. “Listen to this and see if this is more…you.”

Jay says as he bites his lip. He slides his headphones from around his neck and gently places them on your head.

You’re a hot mess as his fingertips brush against your skin. Dammit, why is he making you react like a teenager? You take a deep breath to calm yourself as he hits the space bar on the computer. Jay sits back in his chair, arms resting behind his head as he watches your reaction with a smirk.

The music fills your ears. The beat is new and different. Like a breath of fresh air after what you went through with your past producers.

The music continues to flood your ears. You close your eyes, letting your mind drift. You subconsciously hum along to the beat. Your voice fills the otherwise quiet room as you savor the rhythm. It’s sultry, it’s intense, it’s sexy and mature, and you love it. You can't hold back a smile as you hum a melody to the sultry sound.

You take off the headphones as the song comes to an end. You glance at Jay, watching you with a smirk on his face. “What’d you think?” He asks calmly.

“God, I love it…you’re a talented producer. It was so raw, so different from what I usually write.” You say, biting your lip as you process the demo he just shared.

“You have such a gorgeous voice. It was sexy, sultry—Those pop songs, they kill your potential,” Jay says as he continues to watch your expressions.

“Wow, thanks, I mean I know my voice, but I don’t really know how to use it.” You say breathlessly as you take the notebook, flipping through the pages again.

“May I?” Jay whispers as he watches you flip through the journal. You’re heart stops, and you hesitate. The notebook was never really meant for any eyes besides your own. You’re not sure yet exactly how you feel about Jay, but he looks at you like he wants to understand you.

You cave in. “Just try not to judge too hard.” You say with a forced chuckle as you slide the notebook in front of him. You’re cheeks flushed hot as he skims through the worn pages.

He flips through your notebook, dark eyes scanning over lyrics, half-written hooks, written crash-outs, and confessions.

“I sink down on your heat, I don’t want to leave, Hands-on my knees, everything I need, Let me give you a ride before you’re gone for the night, Only to wake up in the morning, not by your side.”

“Wait, I like this…” Jay says breathlessly as he grabs his blue-inked pen, messily scribbling and writing down his thoughts over the top of your written black ink.

“Oh! That..um, management would never let me produce anything like that, so I just scraped it.” You say bluntly as you watch him flesh out more of the song.

“Have you ever tried to record it before? I just know you’re voice will sound heavenly over this...”

Jay says his voice completely breathless with awe as he scans the lyrics again. As you gaze at him it’s like you're visibly watching the gears turn inside his head.

“No, I just... was having one of those nights and drafted that out—” You reply lightly in response, the lyrics on the page making your cheeks and ears burn with intensity.

“What if we made a demo, like tonight...using this..” Jay whispers as his fingertips gently trace the spine of your notebook like it's some kind of special artifact.

“Jay I can’t—If I record songs like this they’ll be on my ass. I’ve got to keep it professional, got to keep it surface level,” you say, your voice shaky as you feel like your heart is starting to crush from the pressure.

“You wrote this about someone, didn’t you?” Jay interrupts, your breath catching in your throat as he calls you out.

“Doesn’t matter. Songs like this don’t sell, I’ve already been told—“

“What happened that night?” Jay asks firmly. His hand gently slid across the table, his fingers barely brushing against the skin of your own. His eyes glance you up and down as he waits for your response.

There’s a moment of silence before you suck in a deep breath replying.

“It just wasn’t meant to be...we kept meeting up in secret. I knew the label would kill me if they found out, but that night I had a gut feeling that it was the last time we’d ever fuck and I was right. I woke up in the morning to a cold bed alone. After giving him everything.”

Jay can hardly breathe as you tell him exactly what inspired the lyrics. He shakes his head, chuckling softly with disbelief.

“That’s what makes great music. Experiences, feelings, emotions not looped choruses, charts and streams.”

“This is the real, unfiltered version of you,” Jay says as he turns back to the laptop, pulling some more demo tracks and half-finished beats from his library. “Just imagine what that version of you could do,” Jay whispers almost to himself.

Jay goes back and forth between the computer and your notebook. You watch almost in awe as he makes everything look so effortless.

“Screw safe...let’s lay this down right now, just for tonight. No pressure. You don’t have to show it to management or anything. I’m dying to hear what that voice can do when you’re not caged.”

Caged..he described it perfectly. That's exactly how this whole album production process has felt. You glance at the notebook and then at the microphone. Heart hammering in your chest with fear, but also with excitement. Excitement to try something new, to create something raw and real.

“Let’s do it”

Your fingertips reach for the microphone. Jay signals a countdown from three. Shortly after, the music starts to fill your headphones. You glance at the notebook, one more time, before you start to sing. The lyrics spill from your tongue effortlessly.

You don’t even have to look at the page. The memories flood back. The way he touched you, the way he felt inside you, the way your heart dropped when you woke up and he wasn’t there.

You close your eyes, voice shaking as you tumble through the notes, you softly wipe a few tears from your cheeks as the song comes to a close. You’re shaking, partly because you re-lived the memories through the lyrics and partly because, for the first time, you finally let go and let yourself feel.

Jay looks at you in awe. Your glassy eyes meet his as you slide the headphones off your head and set them gently on the desk.

“That was incredible..you’re incredible..” Jay says his voice is soft and intimate. You feel a rush of heat in your chest from his words.

“Thank you.” You whisper. Your voice shakes as a few more silent tears fall down your face.”

Jay notices. His expression is soft as he leans closer, gently wiping them with his thumbs. You can smell the faint remnants of his cologne, a soft amber blended with notes of vanilla.

The two of you don’t speak. It’s silent as he softly caresses your cheek with his hand. It’s comforting, you almost want to lean into his warmth, but you stop yourself.

Jay pulls away after a moment, nervously clearing his throat. You swear that his cheeks were flushed as he looked back over at his laptop.

You glance at the clock on the wall. 2 pm. You let out a deep sigh, glancing at Jay tweaking some parts of the demo on his computer.

“It’s getting late I should probably head out.” You say softly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“You’re probably right..” Jay says as he continues to adjust the layers of the song on his computer. The sound of his mouse clicking can be heard in the silence as he keeps replaying that one lyric he can’t get out of his head.

“Let me give you a ride before you’re gone for tonight…” Jay glances at you as you pack up. His gaze lingers on your figure. He bites his lip, his voice dropping low.

“Is that an offer?”

You let out a nervous chuckle, face flushing with heat as you shove your notebook into your backpack.

“I mean, technically it’s more of a metaphor, you know, for the feeling of—"

Jay lets out a playful laugh that makes your heart race. “Well, if you ever want to change the ending to that song, here’s my number. You know where to find me.”

Jay says as he slips a piece of paper into your hand with his personal phone number scribbled on it. He glances at you softly, letting his fingertips linger on yours before he slips out the door.

“Drive home safe, I can’t wait to see what else we can come up with together,” Jay says, flashing you a charming smile before slipping out the door into the darkness.

...

You jump awake to the sound of your less-than-pleasant alarm. Shit…you set the wrong time, again. You throw the covers off your body and rush to the bathroom to try and make yourself look as presentable as possible.

You run down the stairs in your condo parking lot, backing your car out of its designated spot without even looking. This time, you take the shortcut, the engine rumbling as you swiftly weave in and out of traffic. You know Luke is going to give you a scolding for being late, and you start praying he won't take away your nightly studio session privileges.

“Sorry, I'm late!” You exclaim as you barrel through the halls, adjusting your hair and clothes. Your backpack hangs open on your shoulders. As you open the door to your room, you're met with the silhouettes of two men deep in conversation already.

“Nice of you to finally show,” Luke says as he turns around, his eyes raking up and down your less-than-professional appearance. Luke is far from impressed.

“Sorry, I just set the wrong alarm. I don’t really—” You start before you're roughly cut off by Luke’s frustrated voice.

“This happens again and you lose after-hours privileges, got it? Luke says firmly leaving no room for rebuttal.

“Yes sir, I apologize.” You say as you make your way over to the desk, flashing Jay a nervous smile in the process. You start to unpack your notebook, your laptop, and an energy drink you pulled from the fridge.

“Now, since I have both of you here. I'm sure you know you are on a tight release schedule. With the summer season coming up, we need to get your voice out there if we want a number-one hit from you."

"The higher-ups have a pre-release single scheduled for you to drop two weeks from now. I don’t care that Jay just got here or that you don't have any demos finished yet, that single will be dropping in two weeks, no exceptions.”

You watch shock flash across Jay's expression as Luke gives you the rundown of what's expected. Two weeks? That's not nearly long enough to craft something meaningful.

“And you...” Luke says as he whips his head around, eyes narrowing as he locks his eyes on yours. “You know what's expected, and remember your contract is on the line. Don’t make me regret choosing you.”

And with that Luke is out the door, slamming it and leaving the room silent.

“Two weeks?” Jay says running his hands through his messy dark hair as he paces back and forth. “That's not enough time to make something worthwhile.” He says putting his head in his hands with frustration.

“Well, it's not like we have a choice. This is just how management is here.” You say as you flip through your notebook again, the memories from last night already are starting to come back to you.

“The demo from last night..what if we just tweaked it a little and turned it in under an obscure name? They won't know what hit them.” Jay says as he steps closer to you, both of you visibly frustrated under the pressure.

Jay’s hand gently cups your face, his fingertips lingering on your skin as he steps closer. Your back hits the edge of the desk as he uses his free hand to cage you in.

“It would ruin my image if I put out a sex song. People would be furious, just imagine the hate I would get online.” You say softly, your eyes half-lidded from the oversleeping as you glance at Jay’s expression.

“What if those people aren’t your true audience? If you want to make an impact, you've got to take risks. Sure, it might make the studio a quick buck right now, but if you want to make music that you're proud of, I'll be more than happy to stand up for you.”

You pause, breath catching in your throat as Jay's warm hands gently trace mindless patterns into your cheek. You can't forget the feeling of recording the demo last night. How good it felt just to feel the lyrics and relive the inspiration even though it was painful. For the first time, your music didnt feel like a product.

“I’ll do it, Jay..” You whisper, the smirk on your lips not slipping past him.

Jay lets out a breath he didnt know he was holding. His forehead falls to meet yours. “God..” he whispers, his breath so close to yours you could almost taste it. You catch another whiff of his cologne the traces of dark amber and vanilla make your head spin.

Hours go by as the two of you record more layers and tweak the sound of the track. It almost feels natural the way you two work together. You’re deep in thought when your phone buzzes in your pocket. You stop to check the message.

Luke(manager) [5:55 pm] Send me what you have completed from the demo before 7 pm, no later. You [6:00 pm] No problem, I’ll send it over asap.

“Guess this is it.” You say to Jay as he saves the demo, titling it

"demo_01 : not by your side. "

You’re fingertips are practically shaking as you load the file onto an email to send to Luke. You let out a shaky breath as you click send.

“Hey, remember, whatever happens, I’ll be here to back you up, okay?” Jay looks into your eyes, he gives your hand a soft, comforting squeeze before he turns to start packing up his things for the day.

“Thank you, Jay, really, for everything..” You reply softly as you stand up from your chair and turn to do the same. You pack your laptop back into your bag and throw away the empty can of your energy drink.

Jay steps out the door and you follow shortly, turning off the lights and locking the door before you ride the elevator back down to the parking garage.

You stay on high alert as you walk in the dark towards your designated parking spot. Your car is messily parked between the lines, reminding you of the rush you were in this morning.

You unlock the door, tossing your bag of supplies into the passenger seat before fidgeting with your keys. You put the key in the ignition and turn it.

“What the fuck..” You mutter under your breath. You take the key out and try to turn it again, only to be met with more clicking sounds.

Fuck. The battery is dead, this can't be happening...

You groan as you hear the engine roar of a sports car echoing in the parking garage. You keep your head down as you listen to the car slow to a stop. The engine rumbles, and you hear the sound of a car door.

Great just what you need, to be bothered while you’re stuck in the vehicle with a dead battery.

“Hey, everything ok? You didnt respond to my text..”

Jay.. You hear his voice over the deep rumble of the engine of his car. You step out of the car, meeting him in the darkness of the parking garage.

“I think my battery is dead, I must’ve left a light on or something while I was in a rush this morning.” You say with a weak chuckle as you try to rub some of the tension from the back of your neck.

“Would you like a ride home? I really don’t mind.” Jay offers. “But if you're not comfortable, I don’t mind calling you and Uber—”

“I don’t live far, there’s no need to call an Uber.” You say kindly as you accept his invitation. You grab your things and hop into the passenger side of his car.

You can feel the vibration of the car engine beneath your feet as Jay exits the parking garage and starts to skillfully glide down the narrow city streets. The ride is mostly silent until the car slows to stop. Jay reaches over the dashboard to gently turn the music up, easing some of the tension. You look out the window, admiring the lights of the city at night.

“You know that line in the demo about waking up to an empty bed? I’ve felt that too,” Jay says, his voice barely above a whisper breaking the silence.

You tear your gaze away from the window, your eyes scanning over how he looks flushed in the red light. His eyes are a little tired, and his dark hair falls into his eyes.

“There was a girl I was with, I thought things were going well, we went on a few dates, I picked her up, brought her flowers the whole shebang,” Jay says his voice catching in his throat with emotion as he continues.

“And one night I took her out and things were going extremely well, she invited me in and well, we ended up fucking. I thought I was something special.” He says his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he continues the story.

“We woke up in the morning, tangled up in each other, God, you know how good that feels. But something was off, she checked her phone, and then told me I had to leave. I was so confused, but I figured maybe she needed space after everything."

Jau chuckles weakly as the memory replays in his mind.

"As I was leaving her place, another guy came down the hall and went straight for her apartment. Figured out she was cheating on him with me.” Jay says his voice is shaky as he pulls into the parking garage of your condo building.

“Oh my God...I can't even imagine how that feels.” You say softly as he puts the car in park and the two of you sit together in comfortable silence. After a few tender moments, you speak up, your voice cutting through the quiet, “You don’t deserve that, Jay..”

“I know exactly how you felt when you wrote those lyrics. The betrayal, the hurt, the longing.” He says his voice cracking as he turns to look at you in the darkness of the car, his hand resting on the gearshift as he looks into your eyes, his eyes briefly glancing at your lips before looking away.

“The longing but still missing the connection, and still missing the sex..” You whisper your voice shaky with how vulnerable you feel being so open with him like this.

“Exactly,” Jay whispers, his voice barely audible over the music that continues to spill from the car speakers. The air is thick and charged as you two sit and listen to the music from his playlist.

Jay's hand reaches out slowly as he reads your expression and reaction. He gently grabs your hand, slowly and intimately lacing your fingers together.

“You are so special..” He whispers as he pulls your joined hands to his lips, softly placing his warm lips on the back of your hand.

“I was serious about if you ever wanted to change the ending to that song—” He whispers as he lets your joined hands fall from his lips to rest between the two of you.

Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest at his words, at the way he is looking at you before you can even comprehend the words they desperately spill from your lips,

“You want to come up?”

You give his hand an encouraging squeeze, Jay’s lips curl into a soft smile, his thumb brushing against the knuckles of your hands.

“Only if you're one hundred percent sure..” He whispers back.

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn't...”

...

You fidget with your keys as you unlock the door to your condo. Your hand hasn't left Jay’s until now. You reluctantly let go of his hand to turn on the lights around your small condo.

“Well, this is the place. Feel free to make yourself comfortable..” You say playfully with a laugh as Jay kicks off his shoes and makes his way towards the small couch in the middle of the space. There is a large TV to complement the couch and a window overlooking the city below. You sit beside Jay, flipping a playlist on to play over the speakers.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, the place is beautiful.” Jay compliments his voice, low and soft, as you come to rest comfortably next to Jay on the couch. His hand immediately tangles with yours again, and you can't help but smile.

“Thank you... And also, thank you for the ride.” You whisper shyly as Jay glances over you with awe. You both sit in a comfortable silence, the only noise is the music softly playing from the speakers and the sound of the bustling city below.

He just looks at you, his mind screaming at him to pull away, but he can’t. He doesn’t. After a few quiet moments, Jay’s voice cuts through the silence, a soft, intimate whisper as he leans in closer.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, his free hand sliding to cup your face gently. His breath hitches as he feels the softness of your hair against his calloused fingertips.

You can't even conjure up words in response. You nod, that's all Jay needs to see. He leans in, gently capturing his lips with his own, holding back a deep moan at the feeling of finally having your lips on his.

He gently guides you into his lap. His lips are still locked on yours as you straddle his hips. Your knees rest on either side of the couch as you capture and release each other's lips with precision.

You slowly explore his mouth with your own, smirk against his lips as you taste how soft and delicate they are. Your hands find his chest, feeling the strong muscles under his shirt, a moan slipping from your lips as you smell the familiar scent of dark amber and vanilla on his skin.

“You’re so perfect. Keep kissing me.” He moans against your lips. His voice drives you crazy, and you can’t hold back. Your hips start to grind into his heat, creating a slow, delicious friction. You whimper as his hands slide to your waist, gently helping you to rock into his hips with a painfully satisfying rhythm. His fingertips slide under your shirt, gently tracing small circles above the waistband of your sweatpants.

“I think..I want to change the ending of that song..” You whisper as you reluctantly pull your swollen lips away from his.

“Want to head to the bedroom?” You ask bluntly. Jay hesitates. There’s a flicker in his gaze like he didn’t quite believe what he just heard.

“I want you. Will you come to bed with me?” You ask nervously, biting your bottom lip with anticipation as you wait for his response.

He leans in, lips brushing against yours as he whispers.

“God Yes.”

He smiles into another quick, gentle kiss before pulling away. He gently helps you off him, and the heat between your bodies is picking up fast.

His strong arms pick you up off the couch. He holds you up with one hand on your back and one beneath your knees. You wrap your arms around his neck for support as he guides you to the bedroom.

He kicks the door open not even bothering to close it before he gently lies you onto the mattress. His breath is shaky with anticipation as his own body presses up against the soft curves of yours.

You gasp at the contact as your body sinks into the mattress. The faint sound of music can still be heard through the cracked door to the living room.

Jay leans in, his hands gently caressing your hips as his mouth finds your jawline. He kisses down your neck, his own heart beating faster in his chest as the room feels like it’s only getting hotter.

You moan breathlessly as he kisses your neck. His hands slid to the hem of your shirt, tugging it softly, asking for permission to take it off. You gasp softly before nodding with consent. Jay tears his lips away from your neck to help you slide the fabric up and over your head.

Jay's breath catches in his throat as he looks down at you. Hair spread out on the pillows, hips swollen from his kisses, your breasts sitting perfectly in your bra. He can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“You are a fucking masterpiece..” Jay mumbles before his lips are back on your neck. Tracing down to your collarbone. He moans as he buries himself face-first in your chest.

Your back arches off the mattress, and goosebumps flush your skin at the contact of his lips. Jay's hands slide to your back, removing the clasp of your bra. He looks into your eyes as he slides it off your shoulders, tossing it aside.

“God...So pretty” Jay moans as his eyes glance over you’re bare tits. Hit cheeks are heating up as he steals glances at the shape and color. He leans down, kissing the valley between them.

His breath hitched with contact. You’re breath catches in your throat as he turns his head. Fingertips tangling in his dark hair as he kisses the fullness of your breast. He smirks against your skin with satisfaction, his hands gently holding your hips as he rolls himself into you.

You can feel how hard he is already and it makes you gasp. Jay smirks against your tits, as he kisses the soft delicate skin, his lips starting to add a little suction, and it doesn’t take long before small dark marks are left on your skin.

“Jay...” you moan as your back arches slightly off the bed. He takes your sensitive nipple in his mouth, his other hand massaging and holding your other breast in place.

You can already feel the heat between your thighs. Your arousal stirring as he plays with your tits. He doesn’t even realize how much it’s turning you on.

“You already sound better than anything I could ever produce,” Jay mumbles breathlessly. He pulls away from your nipple, leaving a string of saliva attached to your skin. He starts to kiss down your body. Down your chest, across your stomach, over your hips.

He gently hooks his fingertips into your sweatpants, pulling the soft fabric down your legs. He tosses them off the bed and onto the floor carelessly. His attention is fully on the heat between your thighs.

His vision is hazy as he notices the wet spot on your panties, a low groan spacing from his throat at the sight. His dick was already fully hard at the sight.

He softly slides them down your thighs and tosses them to the floor. His hands run up your thighs as he gets a good look at what you have to offer.

He slowly pushes your thighs apart, revealing your slick folds to him. He licks his lips subconsciously at the view. He slowly positions himself between your thighs. Keeping his dark eyes locked on yours. keeping your thighs spread open with his broad shoulders.

“I want to hear you make sounds that I can’t recreate with a keyboard,” Jay says as his lips kiss your inner thighs. Savoring the feeling of the softness on his lips, the scent of your arousal already made him dizzy.

“God, look at how pretty this is..” Jay whispers as his fingertips lightly slide between your delicate, wet folds. He can hardly breathe as he watches, eyes committing every detail to memory.

Jay finally leans in. Gently licking a stripe up your folds with a deep groan from his chest. His large hands keep your thighs spread apart for him.

“Fuck, I knew you’d taste incredible..” Jay moans as he pulls away before he dives in for more. You’re fingertips lace into his dark hair as he keeps tasting you. His tongue slid to your entrance to taste some of the wetness gathered there.

He slides his tongue back up your pussy, swiftly finding your clit. His grip around your legs tightens as he gently flicks at it, already sensitive. The sensations send sparks of pleasure through your body, and you can’t help but cry out. Your hips shaking as he holds them down.

“Fuck yes..let me hear you..” Jay mumbles into your heat. The vibrations drive you wild as he devours you slowly, drawing out your pleasure.

You look down to watch him working magic between your thighs. Your hands pull and twist strands of his long dark hair as his lips suckle around your clit, drawing more breathless moans from your lips.

It’s like Jay is in another world between your thighs, his eyes are closed as he gets lost in exploring every crevice and fold with his tongue. He’s focused on exploring your body like an instrument he’s learning to play for the first time.

You’re wet, so wet. Your arousal drips down Jay's lips and chin shamelessly. He doesn’t even seem to notice the mess he’s got you making on the sheets below.

Jay hums shamelessly into your pussy as he makes out with it like he has all the time in the world. Like he’s pulling any sound he can from you to harmonize with his own.

You’re eyes roll back as you get lost in it all. The wet sounds of his tongue fucking in and out of your entrance only build the warmth in your core.

Your grip on his hair is weak as your thighs start to shake around his head. He lets out a satisfied groan, pleasuring you with the same rhythm.

“Fuck I’m obsessed with how you taste..” He says voice muffled as he continues to eat you out. His hand slipped from your thigh to slide a finger inside of your wetness.

He starts slow, gently pumping his middle finger in and out. His vision blurs as you clench around him.

“Shit..” He mumbles at the feeling of his finger inside you. His tongue finds your clit again as he easily slips his index finger into your heat.

You start to fall apart from the stimulation. Your chest rises and falls as you struggle to catch your breath, your moans only grow louder, needier. Like your body is begging Jay to give you release without even having to say a word.

Letting up slightly, Jay pulls your hips further down the edge of the bed. Your legs rest on his shoulders as he kneels, tilting your body slightly to the right. His grip is firm as his mouth finds your pussy again.

He groans with satisfaction like the seconds away from you’re taste was enough to have him starving again.

You turn to the side as Jay changes angles. Your brows furrowed with confusion. “Jay, what are you—“ you start to ask before you see it.

The mirror. Your goddamn mirror.

The floor-length mirror is mounted across from the right side of your bed. Your breath catches at the sight. Jay smirks as he sees your reaction. Still lapping at your pussy with a steady rhythm.

“Look at you... Look at how pretty you are,” Jay whispers into your soaking wet heat. You have a clear view of everything in the dim lighting of your room. The arch of your back, the curve of your breasts moving as you struggle to breathe. The way Jay kneels between you like he’s worshiping your everything.

His fingers are back inside you without warning. You moan deep and loud at the impact, propping yourself up on your forearms to watch in the mirror.

“Eyes on the mirror...Want you to see what I see when you fall apart,” Jay commands with a deep whisper. He grips your thighs with bruising intensity as he doubles his efforts.

You can’t hold back the sounds that fall from your lips as he alternates between sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue. The rhythm pushes you to the edge, fast.

You grip the sheets, and Jay chuckles. He doesn’t stop. You keep your eyes locked on the reflection of the two of you. You feel your core twisting with pleasure, and you gasp out, not holding back.

“Fuck..Jay I’m gonna come-“ you say as you keep your eyes locked on the mirror. Watching how your own body reacts to every flick and caress of his tongue.

“Fucking soak me..” Jay growls into your heat. He keeps pushing you with touch and tongue until you're thrown over the edge.

You cry his name as you come. Watching how your back arches off the mattress and your toes curl. You feel the waves of arousal spilling from you, and you can’t stop it. You watch your reflection shamelessly as your hot arousal coats his face and the sheets below.

“That’s is..fuck..keep coming for me-“ Jay mumbles his voice getting drowned out by the wet sounds of his mouth trying to lap up your release.

Jay watches the whole thing completely in awe. His heart rattles in his chest as he coaxes you tenderly through your orgasm. Sweat was running down his brow and mixing with the splashes of your release on his face.

“Holy...fuck” Jay whispers as he gently laps at you one more time before pulling away. His lips are slick with your arousal as it runs down his chin and neck, dripping onto the collar of his shirt.

“You’re voice sounds even better when you come.”

He pulls away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he helps pull you back fully into the bed. His hands are on either side of your face as he cages your naked body in.

For a moment he just looks at you, his eyes scanning over your face reveling in the afterglow of your orgasm. He can’t help but smile down at you, chuckling softly with disbelief, hardly even being able to comprehend what just happened.

The image of you coming is already stuck on a loop inside his mind. “Your body is more addictive than any instrument I’ve ever played...” he whispers as his forehead comes to rest on yours. You can still smell yourself on his lips as he leans in. Breathless.

He rolls his hips back into yours, and your eyes roll back from the pleasure. “Jay..” You whisper your voice cracking with how overwhelmed you feel from his tender touch.

“See what you do to me? God, I was so hard when I left the studio last night.” Jay says, his voice husky with want as he kisses you again. Letting you taste what's left of yourself on his lips.

Your hands find the edge of his shirt, and he hums into your mouth with satisfaction before tearing away from your lips to help you pull the shirt over his head.

Your heart skips a beat as you look over his chest. Your gaze catches on the sweat that clings to his honey-toned skin, and you gasp at the definition of his muscles in the dim bedroom light.

“I think we should probably do something about that. You’ve been waiting long enough..” You murmur playfully with a smirk as you reach the waistband of his sweats. Your fingertips brushed under the waistband of his underwear feeling the soft honey skin of his hipbones.

“You want to ruin me for real? Want to hear more of me?” You tease playfully as you slowly tug at the waistband of his underwear. Jay’s eyes are wide with shock as you tease him confidently. Chest aching as he realizes that you're confident like this because of him. He lets out a shaky chuckle, smirking in response.

“Fuck, let me grab a condom..” Jay says his voice husky with want. He sits back on his ankles, ready to go fetch his wallet. He's caught off guard by your hand gently catching his wrist stopping him before he can get up. He looks down at your hand at how gently you're holding him.

“No need, I—well, I have some in the nightstand...” You say, cheeks burning with embarrassment as you admit it. You release Jay’s wrist, and he immediately climbs back into your body, causing the mattress to dip more from the weight.

He leans in, interrupting you with a rough, needy kiss. His hand slides down your arm with a featherlight touch to take the condom from between your fingertips.

His lips devour yours before he pulls away completely breathless. His eyes locked on yours as he pulled down his sweatpants and tossed the rest onto the floor.

His cock springs free, leaking against the warm skin of his stomach. You watch with parted lips as he tears the packet open discarding it onto the floor before reaching between your bodies and rolling the condom over his aching length.

His hands shake as he positions himself at your entrance, one hand resting on your shoulder and the other guiding his dick. “Tell me if it's too much okay? I want this to feel good for you..” Jay whispers before he gently leans forward. Letting his tip catch on your already soaking-wet entrance before he slips a few inches in.

You throw your head back, lips gasping with a loss for words at the feeling. He is so warm, so big, so filling. It’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before.

Jay stills his movements, letting you relax your hips a little as you adjust to size. Jay slowly pulls out until just the tip remains, before pushing back into your tight walls even further. His head falls to your shoulder, his hands sliding down your body rhythmically to rest on the bare skin of your hips.

“Fuck..” He curses under his breath as your body envelops him in your heat, stretching and gripping him in all the right ways. His breath is hot against your neck as he pants, sweat running down his chest and back as he thrusts into you slowly and deeply.

He gently brushes some of your hair from your face, softly tucking it behind your ear. “I’m not going to last long, fuck it feels like you were crafted for me, in every way.” He whispers, his voice rough and deep as he gently places a kiss on the side of your face.

Jay catches a glimpse of you in the mirror, like before when he was on his knees. He gently thrusts into you, pulling out tantalizingly slow before pushing past every barrier to bury himself to the hilt. The words are taken out of his throat as he watches himself fuck you in the reflection.

He watches how your tits bounce with every stroke of his cock inside you, your skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat, and the way your delicate hands rest on his large shoulders. The way his large cock disappears inside of you he can't help but whimper at the sight.

“Look at you. Look at us…fucking incredible..” He whispers as you turn your head to look in the mirror. Eyes widen as you watch the erotic sight. You watch as he fucks you slowly like he wants to draw out every whimper and moan and add it to his own personal soundboard.

You feel full, so full, but your body is aching for more. You don't even realize your hand is reaching between your bodies until Jay catches your wrist.

“Hey..” Jay whispers, his hips jerking as he tries to keep himself from coming too soon. “Just let me take care of you…lie back for me.”

You comply, lying back against the sheets, damp from your sweat and arousal. Jay’s hand reaches between your bodies, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. You watch in the mirror, vision going blurry as you feel him twitching inside of you, like he is holding back his collapse.

You let go. Every sound falling from your lips is raw, unfiltered, and purely you. Your body only grows wetter as Jay tactically rubs your swollen clit. You cry out, gasping curses and his name as you completely lose yourself in everything.

Jay watches in awe, the sight making his spine feel tight, his body aching for release, but he holds out for you. Each tantalizingly tight thrust takes the very breath from his lungs. His hand on your hip, gripping your damp skin even tighter as he fights to hold on.

“Oh my God, you're making me fall apart..” Jay whispers under his breath as he watches you squirm and writhe underneath him in the reflection of the mirror.

“Taking me so fucking well,” Jay whimpers as he feels himself right on the edge of release. You're so close, we can feel it in the way you clench around his invading length.

You try to gasp his name, but your voice is caught in your chest. You pull him closer, fingertips digging into his biceps as he thrusts deeper. You sob, unable to hold anything else back. You can't even warn him with words. You just hold him closer, burning your face in his neck as you come.

It feels like everything is releasing from your body. All the stress, the pressure, the grief from everything all falls away. You sob into his shoulder as you clench around him, coating him with your wetness. You dont even notice it soaking the sheets beneath you as you let go of everything in that moment.

Jay curses under his breath, your release throws him over the edge. He buries himself into you, shamelessly spilling all his release into the condom. He groans deeply as he holds your body close, slowing his thrusts to milk out every ounce of pleasure he can until the two of you are completely and utterly spent.

The two of you just lie there in silence, and the faint sound of music playing from the living room can be heard from the hall. Your mind is a hazy mess, you can't believe you really just had sex with Jay, and you actually enjoyed it.

You wince as you rethink all the sounds you shamelessly made in the heat of the moment. And the two of you are very aware of the wet mess between your bodies as evidence.

Jay just holds you, his fingertips tracing small shapes into your warm slick skin as you both come down form the high. Reality starting to settle back in.

“How are you feeling?’’ Jay whispers, breaking the silence. He gently brushes some hair from your face as he smiles at you softly, committing to memory how you look in your post orgasm afterglow.

“A little shocked, a little overwhelmed, but mostly satisfied. Don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before Mr. Jay Park..” You say with a soft chuckle as you let your hand ruffle his slightly sweaty dark hair.

“Good. I’m honored to have that title bestowed upon me.” Jay says with a soft chuckle. He gives you a quick kiss to the cheek before she slides out of you. Discretely discarding all the evidence.

You groan at the cold empty feeling, tossing in the wet sheets as Jay stands up from the bed.

“I’ll be right back, don’t move..” Jay says softly.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You mumble your voice muffled by the pillows as you hear the door shut behind Jay.

After a few moments he returns, kicking the door open with his foot. He steps into the room a clean towel over his shoulder and two cups of water in hand.

“Here I got you some water,” Jay says as he sits upright on the edge of the bed, offering the lukewarm water to you.

You sit up letting the messy sheets pool at your waist as you accept. Taking a few sips of water from the cup.

“You keep doing shit like this and im going to think you want to stay the night.” You say casually, almost too casually. You watch as his brows furrow over your cup.

“Trust me, after what we just did, I'm not going anywhere,” Jay says as he puts the empty water cup on the nightstand and reaches for the clean towel.

He gently moves the sheets away as he starts to clean up the mess between your thighs. You're stunned at the intimate nature of the moment. No man has ever done this for you; the feeling is foreign, but somehow so right.

“Do you want to shower? I can help you clean up and change the sheets too.” Jay offers as he continues to wipe your inner thighs clean.

“A warm shower would be nice, and I'd appreciate the help changing the sheets.” You say with a nervous chuckle of disbelief as you accept his offer.

“This is really special to me, Jay..” You confess, your voice slightly raspy.

“This is really special for me, too. Can’t believe we finally rewrote the ending to that song.” Jay says with a soft chuckle at how corny he sounds, completely wrapped up in the moment with you.

“I really hope Luke likes it, Im just praying I didn’t fuck up big time with that demo.” You say your voice slightly frantic. Jays heart sinks into his chest as he sees your shoulders tighten with tension.

“Shhh, no more work talk ok? We can figure out the rest tomorrow, right now we need to get you cleaned up.” He says softly biting his lip before he scoops you up from the bed, carrying you into the bathroom in his arms.

“Let me give you a ride before you’re gone for the night, Only to wake up in the morning, not by your side.”

Jay Park proves himself a man of his word and full of fulfilled promises. Because of him, the script is rewritten, and for the first time, you don't wake up to an empty bed after giving your everything.

…

You both jerk awake to the sudden noise of your alarm cutting through the quiet morning air. You groan, stretching your arms with a yawn as you feel Jay’s soft skin still intimately pressed up against yours.

“Morning,” Jay whispers, his voice hoarse from sleep and from everything the two of you did last night.

“Morning..” you reply with another yawn. The soft rays of the morning light creep through the blinds, and you turn to look at Jay, still lying naked in the sheets. He smiles up at you softly, his eyes glancing over all of your features in the morning sunlight.

You take in the foreign feeling of it all. The comforting smell of dark amber and faint vanilla mixed with the lingering smell of sex.

“You like coffee?” You ask with a playful tone as you let your fingertips playfully twist strands of his long, dark hair.

“I'm gonna need it after the night we just had, you completely wrecked me,” Jay admits shamelessly.

You rub your tired eyes as you sit up in bed. Slipping into an oversized shirt and making your way to the kitchen. With your vision still groggy from sleep, like start to make your morning coffee like it's muscle memory.

It's not long before Jay comes up behind you, his large hands wrapping around your waist, his lips finding the side of your neck.

“I could get used to this..” He mumbles between soft, lazy kisses.

“Likewise,” You reply softly as you lean into him. You finish the coffee, pouring two mismatched mugs full and adding a few pumps of sugar and cream just how you like it.

You lean against the kitchen counter, reminiscing on the intensity of last night as you take small sips of your beverage. The soreness between your thighs is a physical reminder of everything that unfolded.

Jay does the same as he leans against the counter across from you, his eyes scanning your figure over the rim of his mug.

“I’m going to have to run to my place before heading over to the studio. Can’t be showing up to my third day on the job with my coworkers cum on my shirt.” He says bluntly.

You laugh, nearly spitting out your coffee at his remark. Jay chuckles at your response. “Jay you really are something else.” You say with another low chuckle.

“Just telling the truth..” Jay says matter-of-factly.

You smile back at him, your heart fluttering as you start thinking about when you can have him again.

Luke(manager) [9:45 am] Studio now. We need to talk.

The text message comes through as you’re sitting in the backseat of an Uber. You peer out the window to see gridlocked morning traffic that doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. You feel a spike of adrenaline as you watch the clock tick. You try to glance out the window to see what the holdup is, the ETA on the driver's GPS only getting later and later.

“You can just let me out here, I can walk the rest.” You say to the driver. He nods, unlocking the door for you to grab your things and tumble out of the backseat onto the sidewalk. You speed walk a few more blocks until you reach the Dreamscape Records building.

You slide your keycard as you get out of the elevator, following your tracks back to the studio like your usual routine. You punch the PIN into the door and open it. Your heart drops into your stomach.

You walk into a very visibly frustrated Luke. You scan the room, catching a very red-faced Jay sitting on the couch with his hands in his lap. Luke looks at you, eyes narrowed, before singling out onJay.

“What the actual fuck was that demo?”

note: Chapter One is finished! I hope it was enjoyable thus far. I don't have anyone to proofread for me currently, so I'll probably go back in a few days to catch any mistakes I missed. Chapter Two will be out soon! If you like the story so far, just leave a comment or an ask, and I'll add you to the taglist(18+ only!) My requests are always open, and I don't bite :) Take care until next time!

xoxo kate <3

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