This image is based on the song Coconut Water by Milk and Bone🌸
The feeling of Justin's lips on my neck was all I could focus on when it happened. The taste of his tongue stayed with me long after we went our separate ways. He consumed me.
"Mm." His legs tangled with mine while he moved his fingers along my stomach. We lay together in the silence. "That was amazing. Where'd you learn to do that thing with your hips?" He chuckled, bringing his lips onto my neck, I smirked in order to stop the smug expression take over my face at his acknowledgment, and enjoyment, of my new skills.
I reached over to the table beside the bed and take my glass of coconut water, taking a few sips before putting it back in its previous place. "I don't kiss and tell. Or in this situation, fuck and tell." I grinned, he stayed quiet. Taking advantage of the silence returning, I closed my eyes and sighed.
It was long before one of us spoke up and broke the silence. Long enough for me to feel my body relaxing against the warmth of Justin's skin.
"I don't like the fact you leave me making me feel like I'm the only one that can pleasure you, just for you to have a thousand other guys who are fucking you on the side." He was quiet as a mouse, maybe even quieter, if that was possible. It's rare that Justin and I have conversations that go further than asking how each other's day has been, so when these conversations arise, I start mentally writing my will.
I don't speak - what does he want me to say? "Okay, sorry Justin. I'll excuse the fact that you run home to your girlfriend after every fuck session we have and let go of my free will to have sex with whoever I want, just because you're a little bit upset by the idea of it." I refuse.
"[Y/N]." Justin sounded confused, and irritated.
I sighed. "What?"
"Did you not hear what I just said?" I felt him pull away from me a little.
"Mhm." I bit the inside of my cheek. But I knew it wasn't enough to stop my building aggravation when my mouth fell open involuntarily. "Are you saying you want me to just see you, and only you? That you want me to put all my interest into you?" I too, started moving away slightly.
He moved his hand and ran it across his head, almost forgetting he no longer had a full head of hair to run his hand through. (I was also pretty upset when I suddenly had nothing to pull on). "In a perfect world, that would be how I'd have it. But I know I can't ask you to do that." He didn't look at me.
"No, you can't." I pulled at the threads of the cover.
He pulled me closer. I suddenly felt his breath on my neck. "At least let me prove to you that you don't need anyone else but me to be satisfied." He whispered, giving my ear a subtle lick.
"Only if you let me do the same." I knew how he would react, but I said it anyway.
"[Y/N]," He sighed heavily, collapsing back against the pillows and headboard. His hands rested at each side of me, all of a sudden, they weren't touching me, but still sat closely to my bare skin. "You know I can't. I can't leave her."
"Alright, fine." I shrugged, throwing the covers off my calmly. Before I could stand, he held me down.
"Don't leave. Alright? Stay." He almost sounded like he was pleading, which pleased me.
"I'm not a dog." I mumbled, slumping against him. He let out a sharp exhale through his nose.
"Let me prove it." He muttered. His hand wandered further down under the sheets and ran up and down my inner thigh.
"You can't just touch my clit and think you get me." I sent him a bored look, but still feeling the heat in my cheeks when his fingers brushed across my sensitive spot.
I repositioned myself so that both my legs were at each side of his waist, his dick laying limp right beneath my entrance. He hummed, bringing his hand to cup my boob, squeezing it constantly, causing friction between his palm and my nipple.
I licked down his chest. I let my tongue circle his nipples for a split moment before moving down his body. I began kissing down his happy trail, looking up to meet his eyes while they watched me. I took his hardening cock in my hand before using my saliva to make it easier. He moaned quietly.
Running my hand up and down his thigh, I felt him becoming harder as things became heated. I brought my lips around the tip of him, using my tongue to swirl perfect circles. "Shit." He let out a shaky breath.
I hummed, letting him feel the vibrations. Moving my head further down, I began to take more of him in my mouth. He grunted in approval.
"Oh, God. [Y/N]. You're so good to me, holy shit. You're perfect." He spoke words of appreciation while I used my hand to pump the anything I couldn't take in my mouth.
I knew anything he said in the moment pleasure, he didn't mean. If I were perfect like he said, he wouldn't be going home to his girlfriend after this; the girl he loves, the girl he 'can't' let go, the girl he chooses everytime.
His hands locked into my hair, pushing my head further onto him. I gagged, he moaned. I felt precum running down my throat as I bobbed my head constantly, trying to keep the rhythm.
I rested my hands on his thighs, digging my nails into his skin when I felt my eyes watering at the feeling of the tip of him at the back of my throat. I felt his thighs start to shake from underneath my hands.
"O-oh, fuck. [Y/N], don't you dare fucking stop." His jaw clenched and his eyes clamped shut while he reached his high. "Shit." His hips jolted upwards to meet my mouth, his fingers were tangled in my hair. "Oh my God." He groaned loudly, letting his head fall back against the pillow. It didn't come back up until his orgasm had washed over and he was breathing heavily. "Fuck, [Y/N]."
He never calls me 'baby' - Justin said he felt like it would be like calling his girlfriend by my name. It would just be wrong. Even when he's at his most vulnerable stage, when he's so worked up, anything could leave his mouth, all he ever calls me is my name.
"Now. My turn." He said, moving from underneath me and preparing to move down my body.
I shook my head. I rolled us over, the best I could, and straddled him again. I positioned him at my entrance and slammed down onto him, moaning as I felt him fill me. I heard a gasp leave his throat, probably at the sensitivity.
I began moving my hips so that he was sliding in and out of me slowly, he gripped my ass in his hands. "Fuck, you're so good at this." He sounded almost surprised, making me smirk.
My boobs bounced in front of him, I watched as their movement distracted him every now and then, I watched his eyes blaze with lust.
The thickness of his length rubbed against my walls perfectly, letting me feel every part of him while I rode him. He surprised me when he started bucking his hips so they met mine.
I moaned and whimpered quietly, closing my eyes so that I could take it all in. His tip slammed against my g spot every other second, making me moan louder involuntarily. "There it is." He coo'ed. "Who needs those other guys, right? You've got everything you need here." His hand ran through my hair, my eyes were still closed. "You know you can go for a ride whenever you want." He spoke softly to me, probably grinning as he did so. I didn't open my eyes to look.
"Come on, [Y/N]." I could hear in his voice he was already nearing his second orgasm, and I could feel my own arising in my stomach.
"Oh, oh shit." I gasped; my orgasm hit me instantly when Justin's thrusts reached deeper parts of me. "Justin." I gripped his arms while I clenched around his length, letting him know I was there. He moaned as I tightened.
While I was coming down from my own, Justin was reaching his. He grunted and let out whispers of profanities over and over, "Fuck!" He practically growled, sending shivers down my spine.
We both collapsed, letting our breathing take over everything. We stayed quiet, just like we always do.
I rolled over and sighed, facing him.
"That change your mind then?" I joked, but he didn't laugh.
It took him a few minutes to speak "I don't think I'm ever going to, [Y/N]." He watched me. "I know you're waiting for me to say that I'll leave her, but I don't know if I ever can. I love her."
I laughed, but we both knew it was fake. "How can you love someone but go behind their back at the same time?" I shook my head, feeling a thousand emotions all at once.
His jaw clenched, just like it had done a few minutes ago. "You don't understand." He sat up, no longer looking at me.
"No, I don't." I stood up, throwing my underwear on and pulling my clothes on ontop.
"Where are you going?" He sounded panicked. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm going home. I think I'm done with this whole thing; I know it's wrong, you know it's wrong so what's the point?" I shrugged, grabbing my bag off the floor in the far corner.
"What? Why? [Y/N], just stay. Let's talk about this." I watched as he pulled his boxers up his legs.
"Don't say 'let's talk about this' as though there's something existing between us that we have to acknowledge, Justin. I'm sick of doing this. Just face the fact that you're going to have to admit to your beloved girlfriend that she doesn't please you in bed. I'll see you later." I walk to the door, he doesn't speak up.
Before closing the door, I turn to look at him. "Oh, and Justin? If you ever feel like leaving her, I'll be here. Probably drinking my coconut water, you know how much I like that shit." I smirk and nod towards the now empty glass on the table before turning and closing the door.