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9. “and you never thought to tell me?” *

A strange feeling of homesickness bubbled inside of you as you glanced around at all of the foreign bodies. Obviously, it had been awhile since you’d been home or seen any of your family. You had been noticing more and more that all of the things you used to complain about before you had left home were making you restless in their absence. This trip was supposed to distract you from everything: your family, college, work. Those had been the rules. He knew you would break them, that’s what you did; you thought until you couldn’t think anymore and then you still did. The only time you were ever not thinking was when he was ravishing you, making you come. So that was his main duty over the duration of your trip; he had done a great job, you had to admit.

It was the last day of your vacation and, like every night, everyone was celebrating; what they were so happy about you would never know. Of course, you were happy, and you tried to convince yourself of that; but the truth is most of the time you weren’t and you couldn’t make yourself be happy. You also tried to convince yourself that you were an amazing actress and that Jason didn’t know you were unhappy. As he watched you from the other side of the room, he couldn’t deny it though, you weren’t having any fun. 

A woman clad in nothing but quaint underwear and fairy lights approached you with a sympathetic smile on her face. In that moment you hoped that she wasn’t going to offer you weak ass girl talk, what you really wanted was a lap dance. What you really wanted was to fuck her. What you really wanted was to be able to go back to your parents and tell them you weren’t confused and give them proof. What you wanted was to not feel so ashamed in the first place, like you had something to prove. 

“You here all alone?” She wondered, looking up towards the bar where her boss must be before nodding (an action she had tried to make subtle) and sitting down next to you. Her scent washed over you as she leaned toward you and started playing with your hair, “I mean, you’re gorgeous, you haven’t gotten picked up yet?”

“I’m here with someone,” you told her. You didn’t know why but you wanted to tell her you were alone. Would the result be different? It wasn’t as if she wanted to date you anyway. You looked up and over the crowd for the last place you saw Jason before you told him you were going to dance in order to escape and find a place to sit. His intrigued eyes watched as the stripper flirted with you even as you gestured over to him, “That’s my boyfriend, Jason.” To her, he held up a hundred dollar bill, completely speaking her language. She began to get up to walk over to him except he gestured for her to sit and began making his way over to you two.

“And what’s your name?” Despite the fact that she was just about to leave when simply shown money, you still believed she was actually interested. She put on a good act; even better if your boyfriend has good money. You told her your name and asked for hers just as Jason was arriving within hearing distance, “I’m Salice.” You knew that wasn’t her real name and couldn’t help but admire the secrecy of it all. Nobody knew her real identity, she would take off the lights and go home and be a different person, anyone she wanted to be. “So, I think we should go somewhere a little more private.” 

In your head, you could hear the record scratch. She ruined it. Your boyfriend never allowed for strippers to take advantage of him and taking people to the “private rooms” was how they did it. Lap dances were three times as much as they were in the front of the club back there. But when you looked up at him, he was nodding, looking at you, “I was thinking the same thing.” Jason offered her a hand which she eagerly took but when she was standing, he turned her toward you, “As long as you’re cool with focusing on her.”

He’d never done this before and you couldn’t imagine why he was doing in now. Many times before, you had had the talk about how little he liked to share and you had never even thought anything like this would be a thought in his mind. Yet here he was, handing her a couple bills as she took your hand, placing it on her exposed collarbone and up over her shoulder. Salice began leading you away from the party and you could see her smile excitedly at one of the bartenders. You looked over your shoulder at Jason who was, thankfully, following behind you both. He smiled at you, grabbing your ass under your satin dress.

She guided you down a long hallway, her fairy lights blinking like an airport runway, leading the way. At the end of the hallway was a door identical to all of the others, this one must be “hers”, you thought as she pulled a key out of her bra and opened the door. The room was just like a bigger version of the booth Jason had been sitting in before. Salice pulled you over to the right side of the room and finally let go of you so you could sit down. You watched as Jason sat across from you, bringing his feet up to the table in the middle of the room. He smiled vaguely at you, not giving away any of his motives. The both of you nodded as Salice told you she was going to go turn on some music and you rushed over to stand in front of your boyfriend. “What the fuck is this, Jason?”

“You give me so little credit for knowing you, Y/N,” he took your hand, intertwining your fingers, “Now I know why you wanted to escape your family so bad. You’re bisexual aren’t you?” 

You shook your head but before he could say anything, his wide eyes full of apologies, you revealed the actual cause of your anguish, “I’m pansexual.” Jason’s eyebrows furrowed but before he could ask the godforsaken question, a Rihanna song started playing from the huge speakers and Salice was coming back over to you asking if you were ready. You nodded but sat next to Jason. He moved away from you slightly which made your head snap over, terrified that he was moving away because of your confession. His eyes stayed on yours, though, and he had the same amount of excitement in them as before, the same amount of love. He held your hand as Salice began. 

She had removed the lights, leaving her only in her skimpy red two-piece lingerie set as she brought her round ass down onto your lap. Your legs were together, guarded, symbolizing how tense you felt inside. A gasp left your lips as your boyfriend reached over and pulled your legs apart by your thigh, the action causing her butt to slip into the crevis between your thighs. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. It only stayed there for a couple moments before Jason reached over yet again, this time pulling your lip free and then pressing his against it. 

You attempted to wrap your arms around his neck but only the one closest to him could make it as the other got caught around Salice’s waist as she continued to knead her ass against you. She took your hand, rubbing it down her incredibly smooth leg just as Jason’s tongue entered your mouth, caressing yours. You were intoxicated by the affection from both of them, overwhelmed almost; you pulled your lips away from Jason’s but he moved them almost instantly to your neck. She ran your hand from her kneecap up over her clothed pubic area and stomach before standing up and turning around. Both you and your boyfriend watched as she climbed onto your lap. 

One of her hands cupped your breast over your thin satin dress you, thankfully, didn’t need to wear a bra with; her other hand ran through Jason’s brown hair. You let her touch him for about three seconds before snatching her hand away from him to which he simply chuckled at the display of jealousy. Suddenly, Jason stood up and whispered something softly into the stripper’s ear. They talked back and forth quietly for a moment while she remained on your lap facing toward you, sure to keep their voices lower than the music; then she stood up and began to leave the room, grabbing a robe on the way out. 

You were left alone on the firm cushioned bench as Jason walked over to the high tech stereo and lowered the music to background noise. When he returned, he sat next to you before pulling you onto his lap in the same position Salice had been to you not minutes before: straddling him. You didn’t move as he brought his hand up to the side of your face, content yet reserved. Finally, he spoke, “So, you’re not straight. And you never thought to tell me?” You knew this question would come but you hadn’t expected it first; you were at a loss for words. “Look, I get that it’s hard, baby, but I thought we told each other everything.”

“We do, it’s just...” he waited patiently for the words to come to you, “It’s just hard to explain and I knew you wouldn’t understand. I also didn’t want you to ask if we could have a threesome or an orgy or something stupid like that because I would have to break up with you on the spot. And I didn’t want you to worry any more than I know you already do about other people taking me from you. Plus, I just didn’t know what to say.”

“Mm, well right now, I’ll tell you what to say,” Jason said, he paused for a moment before pushing you suddenly onto your back against the bench, “Nothing,” he finished as he knelt on the ground and pulled you to the edge. He was taking this better than you had thought he would. “If you make one fucking sound I’ll stop, got it?” He didn’t even see you eagerly nodding before your legs were apart and he was ripping off your soaking panties. His mouth connected with you as soon as it could. 

Your jaw ached with the amount of pressure needed to keep you from moaning continuously as Jason nursed your clit harshly. He wasn’t going easy on you because he was hurt by your action, but he understood or else he wouldn’t be here at all. You knew he wasn’t kidding about stopping, though, if you made a noise; his tongue ran rapidly up and down your soaking center in an attempt to make you slip up. The whole time, you panted, shook, clenched, but you made not one noise even as you came. 

“Good girl,” he waited not a second to flip you over and enter you from behind, holding onto your hips as his thrusts became harsher and harsher against you. Your skin was stinging with the impact. “Now I want you to tell me you’re pansexual how you should have months ago. I want a full speech and explanation and you’re not allowed to come again until I’m satisfied. Got it?” He didn’t allow you to answer before slapping your ass (a sensation that simply mixed with the other stinging pain you were feeling right now) and demanded that you begin. 

“J-Jason,” you choked out, moaning slightly before readjusting yourself and continuing, “I-I know you might not quite... might not quite get it but I’m- pansexual.” He was going much slower now, hitting better angles with more calculated, precise strokes. Somehow it was harder this way. “It means th-that I like people for their- their personality and not their g-gender,” you were cut off by a moan once again, pushing yourself up onto your hands to which he instantly pushed you back down. “My... my parents refuse to understand I just... I just didn’t want you to not get it,” you yelled out slightly, biting your lip, “Can I come yet?”

“Not yet,” Jason grunted, bringing his hand down on your ass roughly. There would surely be a handprint there later but the effect had you clenching around him in arousal, “Tell me everything you did wrong.”

“I-I kept something from you...” you paused, letting amorous noises leave you uncontrollably as you climbed closer and closer to orgasm. He pushed the material of your dress up even higher, the satin feel on your skin making your mouth water. Jason slapped your ass again to prompt you to continue but you were at a loss, not sure what else there could be. “And- and... and I don’t know what else is there is, Jay.”

“Don’t forget,” he forced out through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming incredibly brutal, “That you didn’t trust me.” You were immediately brought out of your cloud of arousal and you got up on your hands again, turning around before he could push you back down again. Sitting on the bench, you ignored the sticky dampness on your backside and looked up at him. He was fuming, hands clenched at his side and you weren’t sure if he was more angry that he hadn’t gotten to come or that he thought you didn’t trust him. 

“Hey,” you said softly, taking one of his clenched hand in both of yours, “I trust you, of course, I trust you. This just isn’t something that a lot of people understand and... I guess I didn’t want to hear one of the typical responses that people give. The jokes are just... awful. And I’ve heard them all, I was just worried that you wouldn’t know what to say.”

He didn’t say anything, pulling his pants back up to recover himself before sitting next to you. “I would need for you to explain it, I guess, but... y’know I love you I wouldn’t have said anything stupid because I love you. Don’t you know that?”

“I do now, and I’m sorry,” you rubbed your hand over his thigh gently, trailing over the tent in his pants as slowly as humanly possible. You squeezed him tightly, “Can I show you how sorry I am?”

“If you didn’t ask, I was gonna show you how sorry you should be,” he told you, grabbing your chin and pressing your lips together again. 

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46. three AM *

Everything was silent in the world until you drew in a deep breath. No light peeked from beyond your curtains and nothing stirred in your vast house. You didn’t even need to look at the clock on your nightstand next to you to know what time it was. Recently, you’d grown into a habit of waking up at three in the morning. At first, you’d tried to fix it considering it wasn’t just disturbing your sleep, but also that of your boyfriend who preferred to be holding you while he slept. You stopped drinking and eating an hour before bed, even silenced your phone or turned it off if you remembered. It was too late now - at least that’s what you assumed - as you were in the habit, and it wasn’t anymore something you could control.

You didn’t mind it much anymore. After all, this was the stillest, most silent part of the day. Nobody was watching you or counting on you. You didn’t have work or school work or anything to think about at this ungodly hour. Everything was completely yours. That is unless Jason woke up.

He took in a breath just like you had, his grip on your waist tightening as he moved closer to your neck. Just as your arms wrapped around his neck, his lips were at yours. The silence continued around you and still with you somehow even as you engulfed each other. Not only had you not opened your eyes, but even if you had, the pitch blackness would leave you unable to see even him at his proximity, so you relied solely on touch as you found the hem of his shirt and tugged. As always, he wouldn’t give you what you wanted right away, though.

The only noise in the room was the disconnect from your soft kiss and then his hands against your skin as he turned you away from him. His arms wrapped around you from behind as he pressed against you. Here, you didn’t have to worry about any of the things that were usually weighing down on you. You didn’t have to worry about Jason because he was right here, and in that moment you knew he was safe.

It wasn’t that his job was dangerous per say, more that he made everything he did dangerous. That was what you loved about him, though it sure was a trip on your anxiety. Now that he had you he knew he had to slow it down and keep on the right side of certain people. He valued your life much more than his own, which you didn’t enjoy entirely but it worked in your favor keeping him alive as well most of the time.

Like right now. Usually, he would be out at three am, it was the best time for exchanges, or so he said. But with you in his bed, money was the last thing on his mind. For now. His arm tightened around your waist and he began peppering tiny kisses on the back of your neck. You didn’t think anything of it - he had to be as tired as you were in this moment. There was no way he was starting something at this hour. But that was the thing about Jason, he surprises you all the time.

“‘M hungry,” he murmured hotly in your ear. You smiled at his raspy sleep voice, not saying anything as you dozed aimlessly. Him being more awake than you, in seek of something much better - in his mind - than sleep, he was already sitting up. It could have been minutes or hours before he got down to kneel between your legs, either way, you gained consciousness again when he was messing with your pants, pulling them slowly down your long, tanned legs.

He licked his lips steadily, effectively waking up a fire inside of you and making you more aware. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him with hooded eyes in the dimly lit room. His tantalizing breaths continued to roll over your thighs and they began to quiver only slightly. But, of course, he noticed - he always noticed. You could tell he’d noticed as a smirk lined his lips before he finally made a move. Both of his hands were on you as he peeled your legs apart.

Cool air washed over you, making you shiver lightly. This only made him want to work faster, knowing that the same desire which filled him, was - quite literally - palpable to him, was also taking over you. Jason maintained a firm grip on the backs of your thighs as he finally moved his tongue over your aching center. As always, his mouth was heavenly on you and it evoked an overwhelmed emotion out of you. Halfway between needing him to stop and needing him to never stop. It was too much and you wanted more. The only thing you could do to cope with this strange mix of emotions was pant, gripping his hair in the process.

Jason wasn’t the slightest bit confused when it came to you. Even at three in the morning in the pitch black and darkness that filled the room, he knew your body inside and out. He didn’t even try to see as he pushed past your folds to get to your moist center, nursing your clit gently becoming less forgiving as his patience ran out. He was very dominant, it gave him a challenge and a sense of purpose to have you come at least twice before he did. And so he let out a soft triumphant cheer as he worked his thumb over your pulsating clit in light of your orgasm.

”Good job, baby,” he praised as you continuously shook with pleasure for a few moments. This was the magic of three am. He readjusted his grip on your thighs before delving back in, eyes squeezed shut and simply using the noises you made to guide him. You really just wanted him to fuck you but knew he wanted to drag this out.

He was slower this time, more sensual with his tongue movements. It was still magical but with your eagerness heightened by the sensitivity of the first orgasm, he had you on the brink of coming in the same amount of time as the last. “Please, Jason,” you choked out, falling against the mattress in exhaustion. “I need you to fuck me,” he didn’t listen to you as he laid beside you, facing you on his side. It was silent for some time before you looked over where he was staring back at you.

”What’s the magic word?” You glared at him to which he simply smiled back; an easy smile despite the painful looking tent in his black basketball shorts. He loved to tease you, that was obvious.

”Please? I already said-“ suddenly, your leg was lifted over his shoulder and he entered you from the position we were in side by side. In your years together, multiple yet still not enough, you’d had sex many times. It was really crazy how many times you did without any mistakes of any kind. Even then, you felt him hitting a new spot inside of you and you felt like you were getting fucked for the first time. All that came out of you was moans and those along with your skin on skin contact quickly filled up the silence. Your ears rang with the impact.

”The magic word,” he panted through gritted teeth, pounding you between each word, “Was daddy. But I was sensing a little attitude I could fuck-“ he pounded into you particularly hard at that, “-out of you.” You shook with the impacts as he only kept increasing his pace until you thought you might faint. Refusing you let your eyes close, you stared up at him as he came. His face contorted and the sexiest noise you’d ever heard escaped him - and this is what made you come undone with him, your mixed fluids dripping onto the bedsheets as you clenched and unclenched without control. You hardly noticed as he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, coming back with a warm washcloth with which he wiped you down. You had closed your eyes, and you both knew they weren’t opening now until morning. Just before you passed out, he could hear you ask for the time in the same groggy voice you used when drunk or stoned; but more slurred. “Four thirteen, now get your ass to sleep,” he ordered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You were already gone.

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Could you post your master list again soon please love x

here’s the text master list here! and here’s the imagine master list here!

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fuck those fake texts. I️m trynna make em real w yo cute ass

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More fake texts more fake texts more fake texts more fake texts 🤗

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“is that so?” // Jason McCann Fake Text Imagine

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12. “is this for me?”

Granted, his nightstand wasn’t the best place for him to hide it. It was where he kept his most prized possession: his small, pink crystal pipe. It was always dirty, and not for lack of cleaning (if he didn’t, you would because if he was gonna smoke, he wasn’t gonna be fucking up his lungs with all that extra shit) but because he used it all the time. He was a naturally stressed person and sometimes, when he was stressed from work or when you were stressing him, he needed a nice bowl to calm him down. It wasn’t often that you were the cause of his stresses but he hated the thought of disappointing you at the same time he thought he was a constant disappointment.

This hiding place had been the result of a heavy process which had really been quite simple but his overactive mind made it longer. He couldn’t hide it on the bookshelf because you would decide to pick up a book for the first time in almost a year. If he put it in a random sweatshirt or jacket you would choose that exact one to steal from him. He couldn’t put it in his underwear drawer because you took turns doing the laundry. You switched vehicles a lot so his car was out of the questions and all of his friends had significant others who were close to you so he couldn’t ask one of them to hold it. The whole thing was worrying him. If you found it before he was ready he would talk himself out of it. He knew in his heart that he wanted to marry you.

He opened the cluttered drawer but before he could reach for the one organized corner in the back he froze. This was the one place you didn’t go in the house. Weed was his thing and, sure, you asked him to share sometimes but you were never compelled to get it yourself. Grinding and packing was too lengthy a process for you most of the time. It was perfect.

The velvet box sat, untouched, underneath a pile of miscellaneous things in the drawer for weeks as he worked his way up to asking you. He kept the pipe very clean so you’d have no reason to go looking for it and you seemingly hadn’t noticed a thing. He went through the motions asking the correct people and more and more he couldn’t imagine his life without you. It was the day before he was going to ask you and you were looking everywhere for chapstick.

You were excited that Jason was taking you out but at the same time stressed about the whole ordeal as well. Going out with him was always stressful. For one, you knew how gorgeous he was and you couldn’t possibly see how you could stand next to him without looking out of place. You also couldn’t escape gorgeous women who seemed to come out in swarms whenever you both went out and you couldn’t help but notice the stark differences between your leagues; and that his was far better than yours. So you tried every day to make yourself enough, especially when he invited you out. 

Not only that but today, you were the reason for his stress. In fact, you were both stressing each other out. You had been bickering back and forth all morning but the dinner you were getting ready for was non-negotiable, you both had to be in attendance. He was sulking in the living room as your search continued, looking over the untouched bookshelf without much hope; that is until you saw it - a yellow tube! Your gaze lingered on the bookshelf as you applied it, caught on a loose notebook you’d never seen.

Cautiously, you pulled it from between the books it was so carelessly shoved between and opened it. Your eyes scanned over the first page quickly but you hung on every word. Despite the fact that there was no name claiming the beautiful poem, you already knew who the author was. Just as your first tear fell, he was walking through the bedroom door to chew you out for about the billionth time today. He paused, his jaw dropping as his words caught in his throat before he could get them out. “What’s…that?” His eyes were locked on the book, however, recognition and terror locked in is gaze.

You wanted to say something sarcastic back to him, get him to stop his innocent act before he even came through the door, but all you could do was let out a small sob. He met you half way as you attempted to run across the room on six-inch heels, pulling you tightly against his suit-clad chest, holding you up as you let yourself crumple against him with the weight of his eloquent words heavy on your heart. “You… tell me,” you choked out.

You were silent other than your sobs and the comforting croons he pressed against your earlobe. He rubbed your back, the material of your dress making the action less comfortable than he had thought - you didn’t have the heart to tell him that, though. After a while, he pressed a kiss to your temple once more, nudging your head upright. “Can I read you my favorite one?” No words passed between you as you nodded, stepping backward and falling back onto your shared bed. His full attention was placed on the book as he flipped through it, in search of one in particular; after a couple relatively silent moments, he found it. ”Don’t laugh at me, it’s probably not done or any good, I just-“ you cut off his babbling with a soft ‘shut up and read it’ and finally he began. “Mark my words, that’s all that I have, Mark my words, give you all I got, In every way I will, You’re the only reason why, Oh I don’t wanna live a lie, Mark my words.” In your current state, you would need to hear it again when you weren’t hysterical to understand any of it. All you knew was that it was beautiful and he had wrote it for you; and that was everything. You motioned for him to continue as he looked over at your teary face. He did so hesitantly, “So you heard it all before, Falling in and out of trust, Trying to rekindle us, Only to lose yourself, But I won’t let me lose you, And I won’t let us just fade away, After all that we’ve been through, I'mma show you more than I ever could say… Mark my words.”

You were kissing. He held you tightly, uncaring to how late you were going to be to the party. He would surely be hearing from a couple people later, but your makeup was already ruined and he already knew you wouldn’t leave the house with your mascara running like it was. He also had something he needed to do before he could leave. Jason lead you over to his side of the bed without saying a word and made you watch in suspense as he dug around in the drawer until he found it. The little box.

You covered your mouth at the sight of it, tears falling from your eyes like a faucet at this point. How had you not expected this? “Jay… what is that? Is that for me? Please tell me you’re not joking right now.” You couldn’t stop the babbling of questions, though you already knew the answers. And despite everything, you were ready.

He didn’t answer you, just opened the box to reveal the shining ring. It was his mothers and it went with the wedding ring he had made that was an exact replica of his grammy’s wedding ring. This had to come first. He got down on one knee and you had to admit, despite all of the times you’d daydreamed about him asking you to marry him, you never could imagine him kneeling. It was a vulnerable position and your big strong gang leader was anything but vulnerable. Except when it came to you. “Hey,” he whispered, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You know I love you right?” You nodded quickly despite the fact that he was already continuing. He knew you did, you had to. “You’ve completely ruined me, Y/N Y/L/N. I can’t spend one day without writhing you another stupid fucking poem in this stupid fucking book. All I wanna do is sit around holding you and cooking for you and kissing you and writing you stupid poetry-“ you stopped him, sharply telling him to watch his mouth to which he laughed, “And you’re always fucking making me laugh! I’ve never met someone who makes me laugh for their humor alone. Like I’m always laughing at Za but… he’s Za. And with you it’s just incontrolable. Like it just comes out of me like it’s… like smiling‘s just not enough. And I don’t know what I would do without that, or where I would be without you,” he scoffed, “Nah, that’s sappy. I know where I would be: dead somewhere. I value my life now that you’re in it, my future. And I want you to be my wifey for real. So, will you marry me?”

You did the only thing you could think of in that moment: fall onto the ground with him, lock your legs around him and pull him on top of you. Your lips connected again just as you heard a sharp ripping sound from your dress. Jason pulled away, worried, but you just shook your head carelessly, “I started it for you, McCann, are you ripping the rest off or am I?” Your plans were completely forgotten as he began to do just that, excitement sparking in his brown orbs. Before he began though, he paused to take your left hand and slip the ring onto your finger. Let’s just say neither of you made an appearance at the party.

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I can't wait to read your new imagine later x

the twelfth prompt? can’t wait for you to read it either! x

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You're such a good writer!

thank you! x

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12

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12

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