Pls I Need Him To Be Ok, Idc If He Walks Out I Just Need Him To Be Ok

pls i need him to be ok, idc if he walks out i just need him to be ok 😭

fr!!! (i am too 🤭)

WHAT ARE Y'ALL DOING AT THE SAME TIME @jannikwpasta @yungbludz

you mean this?

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you are so dead. HOW DO YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS?????

Cake — js

warnings: nsfw content,l

It all started with a stupid birthday cake. A random Sunday morning. Every excuse was good enough to see him.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Jannik grips my hips as I try to free myself from his grip. His lips are curved into a wide smile and I try to play hard to get but I am putty in his hands.

“What, Sinner? Emily asked me to tell you your mother’s birthday cake is ready,” I lie. There was no need to come all the way over to his house for this piece of information but I did it. Because I wanted to see him. He doesn’t buy it and I can’t blame him, his green eyes stare into mine deeply and I almost melt.

“Dammi un bacio,” (give me a kiss) he says, although his family is literally next door. He’s having a family lunch and I didn’t mean to interrupt it, but he doesn’t seem intended on letting me go.

“No,” I smile when he rolls his eyes. His hands grip my hips as he pushes me against the wall I am already standing in front of. My breath hitches in my throat.

“Baciami o non ti lascio andare,” (kiss me or I am not letting you go) he mumbles, his nose brushing against mine. I try to suppress a laughter because I don’t want his family to find us in this compromising position.

“We can’t,” I play my usual card that makes him roll his eyes. We both know we are playing a dangerous game but neither of us wants to stop. Jannik pushes one of his legs between mine and his other hand cups my cheek.

“Sì che possiamo,” (yes we can) he continues, his lips ghosting over mine. I gulp when he pushes his thighs even closer so that I end up sitting on it.

“No… We know how it ends when we kiss,” I mumble almost out of breath. He’s teasing me, taunting me but I am too entranced my his scent to push him off me.

“Camera mia è libera…” (my room is free) he chuckles, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he smiles almost innocently. I scoff and shake my head. I can’t believe he’s even suggesting this. Not that it would be the first time we do something we shouldn’t.

“I am not getting in your room,” I make it very clear but for some reason his smile widens. His red curls are messily scattered over his forehead and his cheeks are rosy, he must have drunk some wine.

“Vuoi farlo qui? Spericolata, mi piace…” (you want to do it here? Reckless, I like it) he makes fun of me and I am the one rolling my eyes at him. His hand leaves my hip and finds my thigh, left naked by skirt. I clench my jaw and stare up at him.

“Sicura di non voler andare in camera?” (You sure you dont want to go to my room?) he asks again, his hand trailing up my leg, disappearing beneath the soft cotton of my skirt. I open and close my mouth twice, unable to find the right words.

“Jan…” I warn him weakly. We shouldn’t, not here, not now. But he simply smiles at me as his fingertips play with the waistband of my panties. I gasp when he pulls them to the side, his hand fully disappearing beneath my skirt.

“Fatti toccare, mi manca vederti venire,” (let me touch you, I miss seeing you cum) he mumbles dirty and I gulp, feeling his fingers caress my core. I want to oppose myself, I really do. But I can’t. Not when he’s so close and has me pushed up against the wall.

“Cosa ti—“

“Jannik?” Shit. Shit. Shit. I recognize his mom and immediately push him off me. My cheeks are definitely a bright shade of red because I feel like I am going on fire. Jannik clears his throat and takes a few steps away as his mother approaches us.

“She’s Y/N, she came to tell me that the cake for your birthday is ready,” Jannik explains himself casually. As if he didn’t have his hand up my skirt merely ten seconds ago. I smile at the blonde woman who readily introduces herself to me.

“Why don’t you come eat something? We have a lot of food!” She suggests and I try to decline the invite, not wanting to intrude or make things even more awkward.

“Oh c’mon, any friend of Jannik’s is also our friend. Come,” she smiles at me and leads the way to the backyard. I look at Jannik who simply shrugs his shoulders and starts walking behind me. I can feel his presence, it’s almost suffocating but I like it. I like knowing he’s watching me. He stops me by the wrist before we can get out and bends down to whisper something in my ear.

“Magari dopo finiamo quello che abbiamo iniziato, mh? Non sai quanta voglia ho di scoparti…” (perhaps we finish what we started later, mh? You don’t know how much I want to fuck you…)

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