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Contemptress - Jonathan Levy

I don't know why or how, but this imagine came out of me. I birthed it into existence with my fucked up brain. I started it when I was in a bad mood and decided to finish it. Sorry, I guess?

This is DARK. Like, really dark and sad. Triggering content. Please, please, mind the warnings

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), switches between noncon/dubcon, infidelity, rebounds, extremely toxic relationships, oral (m and f!receiving), rough rough sex, little to no foreplay, sadism, dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, Dark!Jonathan, seriously he's a major dick in this fic, no happy ending :(

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You didn’t know Jonathan too well, he was more like a friend of a friend for the most part. You occasionally went out for coffee or dinner with your friend and her husband and he and Mira would tag along. From the outside, it seemed like they were the perfect couple. They both seemed like they never had any problems or the typical couple's quarrels, so when your friend told you that they were getting a divorce, you were shocked.

You were curious but you didn’t think to pry, it wasn’t your business after all. You felt bad for their kid, being a child of divorce yourself, you knew she would have a difficult time dealing with it, especially at such a young age. But that was the extent of it, you didn’t think of it any more.

You soon discovered that you and Jonathan went to the same coffee shop most of the time, you were pleasantly surprised when you saw him there one morning. You noticed he frequented the place more often after the separation, sometimes in a hurry or on rare occasions would actually sit and eat a bagel with his beverage. 

You were flattered that he remembered you well enough to start up a conversation with you, asking how you were and what you had been up to since the last time he saw you. He seemed put together well enough on the surface, but you knew that you couldn’t possibly know what was going on behind the scenes. You could almost see it, the emotions he was hiding behind his eyes. They were tired, the slightest tinge of red blemishing the corners of his sclera. You could see the faintest bite marks on his hands, and your heart ached at the thought that he did it to himself.

You didn’t know how you got the courage to initiate it, but you invited him for breakfast whenever he was available. You were relieved he said yes, almost enthusiastically. You would allow him to rant with no judgment, you even found yourself taking his side. You couldn’t believe Mira would do something like that, leaving her child just to be with her lover. It was unforgivable in your eyes, but you kept those opinions to yourself because it was clear Jonathan still loved her. But he was in so much pain.

After that morning, things started to escalate.

You started seeing each other more often, getting dinner together as well as breakfast. When Mira came back and started keeping Ava at her place sometimes, you would even share drinks at his home. Then he started coming over to yours.

You were both drunk, feeling sorry for yourselves, and it just happened. The sex was messy, sloppy, the taste of booze on each other’s tongues. It didn’t last that long, and you both felt guilty the morning after, along with major hangover headaches. He made his escape quickly, saying that he had to pick Ava up from school, even though it was a Saturday. But it was okay, you needed time to yourself to think anyway.

You didn’t see each other for a couple weeks after that. You didn’t even go to your favorite coffee shop in fear of having to see him. But the hiatus abruptly came to an end when a loud knock on your door woke you up at two in the morning, a disheveled and rain drenched Jonathan standing outside your door pitifully. It didn’t take but two seconds to give into his puppy dog eyes, forcefully pulling him into your house and frantically tearing off his wet clothes while he did the same to you.

It became a habit. Whenever something happened with Mira that made him angry or upset, his first instinct was to come to you. You never turned him down. You never disagreed with anything he said or did. You never did anything that would make him upset, you didn’t want to. He needed you, and you would give him exactly what he wanted.

But it was never soft, loving sex. That's not what you were for. No, it was rough. Passionate. Intense. Sex with Jonathan always left you with more than a few bruises, but you didn't mind. In fact, you liked it. You liked waking up the next morning sore and in pain, you liked seeing the marks he made on your delicate skin. It made you feel special, in a way. You felt special being the one he chose to take all his anger and frustration out on, no matter how rough he could get. No matter how much pain he put you through. You took it. All of it. 

You were addicted to him. Every single thing about him. You knew you shouldn't have fallen in love, in fact you told yourself that you could never allow yourself to. But there were moments where Jonathan was so into it that he’d whisper soft I love you’s in your ear, but he never said your name, you could always hear the faintest moans that was the beginning of Mira’s name but he always managed to stop himself before saying it fully. But that didn’t matter to you. There were also moments, though fleeting, where he’d wrap you in his arms and fall asleep next to you. It warmed your heart despite yourself.

But he’d always leave. Even before you woke up, Jonathan would be gone. You weren’t surprised either way, but you did feel disappointed when it happened. You made the grave mistake of accidentally whispering an I love you after he had given you a particularly amazing orgasm, it just slipped out. He was not happy.

You still felt a lump in your throat every time your thoughts drifted back to that night. He immediately slapped your cheek, not hard but just enough to leave a bright red mark on your face, sternly telling you to never say that shit again. And as you usually did, you obeyed him and you never said it again.

You had confided in a couple of your closest friends, wanting, no, needing their opinions. Even though you knew what they were going to say, you still felt angered by how adamant they felt you needed to call off this fucked up friends with benefits because it started to not even feel that way anymore. But you just couldn’t, no matter how much you knew you needed to listen to them, you always came crawling back for more.

You had never known what addiction felt like until you started sleeping with Jonathan. All those stories you had heard and read about drugs or alcohol being so important that you’d disregard all others, even your own family and friends, just to get that fix. You couldn’t rightfully say that’s exactly how it felt, but you imagined it felt somewhat similar. You’d cry yourself to sleep every time he left your apartment after fucking, you felt anxiety every time you were apart, you started to feel like you couldn’t live without him. 

You needed to end this. Right fucking now. But of course, all those thoughts went out the window as soon as Jonathan came knocking at your door with that same intensity in his eyes that meant he needed to abuse your cunt until you were weeping.

The two of you didn’t even have to exchange words anymore. You’d make the subtlest expression that you couldn’t possibly turn him away, and he’d be on you in an instant, and tonight was no different.

“Such a good little slut. Always ready to take me.” Jonathan growled in your ear, as he bit your neck hard enough to break the skin, causing you to hiss in pain. “Right?” When you didn’t answer right away, he grabbed you harshly by the throat and forced you to look into his eyes. “Right?” He asked more sternly.

“Y-Yeah…” You stuttered, yelping when he grabbed your pussy through your pajamas.

“By the time these clothes come off, you better be fuckin’ wet and dripping for me cause I ain’t planning on being easy with you tonight, sweetheart.” Even the harshness of his voice and the threatening tone, it still made you throb for him, the added sweetheart sending your pleasure signals into overdrive. “On your fuckin’ knees.” He ordered, not allowing you a response by shoving you to the floor anyway.

You yelped when your knees hit the hardwood too roughly, but hearing Jonathan’s belt buckle come undone made your mouth water and the pain easily retreated to the back of your mind. “Open wide, babygirl.” You instantly gagged as he shoved his half hardened cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and keeping it there until tears ran down your cheeks. “That’s right, take my fuckin’ dick.” He groaned loudly, his thrusting slowing and becoming shallow as his cock hardened fully, which finally allowed you to catch your breath. But that didn’t last long.

Jonathan grabbed you by the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in the roots of your hair and brought you up to kiss you roughly. You felt his growls reverberating in your mouth as he kissed you, if you could even call it that. He was trying to swallow you whole. “Bedroom. Now. Take off your clothes on the way.”

Your nipples instantly hardened in the cool air conditioned room, taking a seat on the end of your bed as Jonathan came not far behind you, his shirt and jeans already discarded, his cock bouncing out of its confines. “Lay down. Spread your legs.”

You shivered as Jonathan ran his hands up and down your calves, the cold metal of his wedding ring raising goosebumps all over your body and causing a pit to form in your stomach. Of all the times you fucked each other, why now of all times were you feeling like you couldn’t handle the thought of him still devoted to Mira?

You cried out as Jonathan roughly slapped your cunt, running his fingers along your folds briefly before scowling down at you. “I thought I told you, you better be wet by the time your clothes come off? What part of that wasn’t clear, huh?” He scolded, dryly thrusting his fingers into your tight entrance without caring about your pain. “Aw, does that not feel good?” He teased maliciously. “Well maybe it would feel better if you had done like I asked. Now what I’m about to do won’t feel good at all. But maybe that’s what you want, huh? You want me to hurt you? That can be arranged.”

Your eyes widened as Jonathan hovered about you, lining up his dick with your cunt, spitting down on his dick to use as his only lube. “No wait, ah-!” You cried as he inserted himself into you with no prep, no foreplay, no time for adjustment.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Even with you rejecting me, your pussy feels so goddamn good.” He growled, thrusting into you hard and deep, no matter how much you protested and begged for him to let you adjust. Compassion just wasn’t in the cards for you tonight.

You reached down to rub your clit, just to at least try and force your body to create its own lubricate, but Jonathan slapped your hand and pinned them both above your head. “Jonathan, please, it hurts…” You hiccuped, trying to stifle your cries but failing miserably.

Jonathan first responded by slapping your face, a vice grip on your throat and cutting off your oxygen before responding vocally. “You filthy bitch, eight inches of dick ain’t enough for you, huh? Any woman would be thrilled to be fucked by me, but no, you have to complain. Fine, whore, I’ll give you what you want.”

Jonathan traveled down your body, diving face first into your pussy, focusing in on your clit ruthlessly. You whined loudly, instinctively trying to close your legs around his head but your efforts came up short. “Happy now, bitch?” He mumbled against your cunt, his tongue so expertly giving that it caused so much overstimulation. He scoffed incredulously as you begged him to slow down, sitting on his knees as he looked down on your tear covered face with disdain. He looked exhausted with you, his eyebrows furrowed and angry huffs escaping his lips.

You gasped as he suddenly flipped you over on your stomach, raising your hips up and pushing your head down against your pillow. You moaned painfully as he entered you from behind, shivering as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “No more accommodation. Now, I just fuck you and you take it. Understand? Not a single complaint outta you.”

The cries of anguish quickly turned into moans of pleasure thanks to the new angle. You wanted to hate him, so badly, but his cock was finally hitting all the right places and your clit calmed down from his tongue beating. “Oh, yeah!” You cried out, the tip of his cock hitting against your sweet spot over and over again, the grunting and growling from Jonathan making your clit throb for attention.

“Slut’s finally enjoying herself, huh? Good girl.” He growled slowly, his hands surely leaving bruises from the vice grip he had on your hips. “Such a pretty girl, such a pretty pussy, clenching around my cock so well. Aw, yes, fuck!” He moaned, taking advantage of the angle to slap your ass a couple times.

“Jonathan, can I touch my clit, please?” You whined, already feeling so close but so scared he’d stop.

“Good girl, asking for permission. Yes, sweetheart, rub your clit for me.”

You gasped loudly as your fingers came into contact with your throbbing nub, rubbing it in tight circles, trying to patch the pace of Jonathan’s thrusts. “S-So…close…” You stuttered, crying and moaning absolute gibberish that even you couldn’t understand.

“Come, my little slut. Let me feel how much you love this cock.” He picked up his pace, thrusting into you faster than what should be humanly possible, only amplifying the sensations and fack tracking your orgasm. Hitting you like a train, you let out a loud broken groan that felt like it damaged your vocal cords, but the intensity of the orgasm was so great you didn’t even care. All you focused on was how incredible you felt. “Yes, baby, yes. Feels so good.”

But even after you had what must’ve been one of the best orgasms of your life, Jonathan never slowed his pace. He kept pistoning into you like his life depended on it, and it was so overwhelming. You didn’t know if you could handle it. “Oh, fuck!” You yelped, trying so hard not to beg him to stop.

“Yeah, take it.” He growled, pulling you up by the roots of your hair to bite down on your shoulder hard. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

You couldn’t stop yourself. “Jonathan, slow down, please.” You whimpered, his cock hitting your cervix over and over, the sensation making you feel like it was going to kill you. “I can’t…” You cried, tears flowing freely from your eyes.

Jonathan only chuckled darkly, not letting up in the slightest. “Not yet, pretty girl. I still haven’t come.”

It felt like an eternity before you felt Jonathan’s cock twitch inside you, his brutal thrusts stilling and feeling his warm cum shoot in you. Before, you loved the feeling, but now it just felt like a curse.

You winced as Jonathan pulled out of you, collapsing on your bed beside you with a satisfied sigh. You carefully turned yourself over, your legs shaking at just the slightest movements. You awaited his check ins, the ones he always did after a rough session. It wasn’t too compassionate or empathic, just a simple “are you okay?” would be enough for him. But that never came, maybe he forgot or maybe he was too fucked out to remember.

You hated it, but you teared up again and he wasn’t even gone yet. You didn’t even know how to bring it up, so you just went ahead and said it. “I can’t do this anymore.” You managed to whisper.

“What?” Jonathan asked in confusion, turning on his side to look at you. “What are you talking about?”

You sat up as best you could, leaning up against your headboard with him following, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen. “This, Jonathan. I can’t do this. Whatever this is between us. I just…I can’t.”

Jonathan scoffed. “Whatever this is? Y/n, we both agreed that this wasn’t anything. Just sex. It’s not my fault you’ve caught feelings. You shouldn’t punish me for it.”

“This is exactly why I can’t do it anymore, because of that exact agreement. In the beginning, it was so…nice. It was fun. But Jonathan you’ve…you’ve changed. I only know what you share with me, but I can tell your divorce with Mira is changing you.”

“Separation.” He corrected, making you roll your eyes.

“You say her name while we fuck, Jonathan. You’re still hurting and you’re taking it out on me now, and I don’t think that’s fair either. This used to be an outlet, but now it’s just torture for me.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve thought about this possibility before you let me fuck you, don’t you think?” He seethed, clenching his fists and keeping still against the headboard. You both stayed in a tense silence before he sighed. “I thought…I thought this would help me get over Mira, come to terms with it better. But clearly, this hasn’t worked.”

“You think?” You chuckled weakly, not even bothering to wipe away your tears anymore. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“I’m sorry, Jonathan, but,” You exhaled shakily, “I think it’s for both our sakes that this ends. It’s not healthy. Never has been. I don’t want to hate you. I don’t want you to hate me.” You looked over at him and the scene shocked you. He had tears running down his cheeks too, and it somehow made you feel even worse.

“All this time…I’ve been turning into the person I didn’t want to become most of all. I’m turning into her.” He sniffled, angrily rubbing his tears away. “God, what is wrong with me?” You didn’t have an answer to that, but you didn’t want him to feel alone, despite all he’s done to you. You grabbed ahold of his hand gently, rubbing your thumb over his bruised knuckles. “I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t mean much right now, but I am.”

“I know…” You whispered, pulling Jonathan into a hug, gently tugging on his hair as he sobbed in your arms. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay…”

“You’re right. You didn’t deserve this. We can’t let this go on any longer.”

You knew you shouldn't have forgiven him so easily, and you didn’t at first. But he seemed genuine in his apology, and he left you alone after that night. It was a difficult process. You didn’t know if you’d survive a week, but you persevered. Every day made you aware of new struggles. You had to avoid every place you had ever been with him. Even your own apartment felt wrong to live in. Everything was tainted. Every part of yourself you could associate it with your time with Jonathan. 

Your body still craved him.

You still loved him.

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Please please please, if you are or ever find yourself in this type of situation, don't be afraid to reach out for help. There are so many people that love you and want what's best for you. It may feel like you can never escape, but that's not true. You are strong, you are capable, you are more than your abuser, you can overcome, you can heal. You deserved to be loved.

A Quiet Moment || Jonathan Levy x fem!Reader

Summary: when Jonathan returns from work, you and he share some quiet and sweet moments

Warnings: none

Word count: 1659

Author: Fenrir & Cass

Loneliness became more like solitude as time passed.

Your life had been filled with loneliness for as long as you could remember. Because there were so many exams and subjects that were so boring that it was sometimes easier to fall asleep on your books than learn from them, being a history student didn't help me have a rich social life. Your entire life changed when you met Jonathan, the philosophy professor. Those lectures were so captivating that you were surprised at how quickly time passed.

Your friendship blossomed into something more; a genuine, serious relationship bloomed like a flower.

When you heard the lock on your door screech with the spare key, you were overjoyed. You dropped your pen, dashed downstairs, and jumped into the arms of a man as soon as he removed his coat.

"Hello there," Jonathan softly greeted you, wrapping his arm around your petite waist. It was actually nice to return to a place where he could relax and be greeted with some affection. Maybe the whole thing wasn't smart or acceptable, but this was where he felt good. This was exactly what he needed to do to feel completely satisfied. He kissed your temple after putting the bag down, keeping you close. "Are you still awake? I was certain I'd find you in bed."

"I've been studying for a history exam and have decided not to sleep until you get home. Are you hungry and thirsty? I made zucchini lasagne."

"I told you not to sit or wait for me for too long. You should rest before the exam," he reminded you as he led you into the kitchen. "Would you like to eat with me?"

"Wash your hands and get comfortable. I'll heat everything!" You joyfully exclaimed. "Tea? Or beer?"

"I'll just go get some water. You appear to be in a good mood today. Did something happen while I was away? Is there any good news?" Jonathan washed his hands while watching you rush around the kitchen. He grabbed the glass and filled it with water before sitting down at the table, pushing glasses up.

"I got an A in European history," you said with a smile. "I didn't get the highest possible score, but that's irrelevant." You quickly served the lasagne and grabbed your portion to join him at the table.

"I'm glad to hear it, and I must add 'I told you so,' because the day before you were freaking out about European history," Jonathan chuckled, remembering how scared you were despite the fact that there was no reason for it. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"Your ex-wife called you. A few times, actually. She left a message for you."

Jonathan came to a halt with his food, staring at you.

He nodded, sighing deeply. "I hope she was pleasant. Did she explain why she called again?"

"No, these are 'your things,' and she 'will not be speaking with a third wheel about your private matters,' yeah?" You informed him simply.

He frowned again, adjusting his glasses. "Did she call you that, or did you interpret what she said?"

"I quoted her," you said, your tone a little sad. "I mean, I don't pay attention to her bragging, as you suggested, but it's annoying."

"I know it is," he nodded, reaching for your hand and gently pulling it closer to kiss your knuckles. "I promise I'll talk to her so she doesn't call here and remember, you're not the third wheel for me."

"Are you certain... I sometimes feel ridiculous for falling in love with you..."

"How come?"

"You're the professor, a promising man. And me? Just another dull student."

Jonathan sighed and pushed his chair back. "Please come here," he said quietly, grabbing your hand with the one he was still holding.

You took an offended position on his lap, instinctively putting a strand of your hair behind his ear. "You know what I'm like. I'm a little overwhelmed."

"I know, but I've also told you numerous times that there's no reason for you to," wrapping his arms around your waist, he reminded you. "Do you think I'd be here if you were just a boring student?"

With a shrug and tilt of your head, you replied, "I don't think so, Jonathan."

"So, why are you saying all of this?" He asked you again, and when he didn't get an answer, he kissed your shoulder. "You are more than a student. You are much more to me than that. I've told you this before, Y/N. I adore you."

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "You know I love you, baby, and I fell hard for you," you assured, resting your forehead against his and rubbing your nose against his.

His hand pressed against your nape, keeping you close. "You are a safe haven for me. There is no other place where I feel more at ease. I had a difficult day, but it improved when I returned home to you."

"Do you really mean it, love?" You inquired, nuzzling the back of his neck.

"Of course I'm serious. Why would I deceive you?"

"I never stated that you lied to me."

"Because you ask such a question, it means you don't believe me or doubt my words," he concluded with raised eyebrows.

"I just don't feel like I'm enough."

"You are more than sufficient. I wouldn't be here if you weren't sufficient," Jonathan kissed your cheek and nodded. "Now. Let's eat and then go to bed."

You pressed your lips to his cheek before returning to your seat to finish your meal.

Jonathan eventually began to eat as well. He was always a fan of your cooking. He helped you clean up after the meal and then accompanied you to your bedroom. He smiled as he saw the state of the bed.

Your laptop, books, and notebooks were all turned on, but the most intriguing thing was that his pillow was among them. "Someone missed me."

You began to remove your belongings from the bed in an attempt to conceal your blush. "You know how much I enjoy having you here with me, so I like to have your scent linger on me whenever I'm alone."

He picked up one of the books and handed it to you, laughing "Prepare the bed while I go take a shower. We can then cuddle. Does that sound right?"

You responded with a nod of eagerness.

He kissed you quickly and then went into the bathroom.

You made the bed, changed into fitted shorts and an oversized t-shirt, climbed aboard, and waited for your man to join you.

Jonathan finally joined you in bed after a half-hour wait. He sat on the bed and placed his glasses on the nightstand before falling asleep. "Come here."

Your head was instantly placed to his chest, where you placed a few tiny kisses. "Hi."

"Hello there," he hummed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. "Would you like me to spoon you? I know you enjoy it."

You simply nodded. "But not yet, because I'll fall asleep right away."

"Is that a bad thing? You require rest, especially after such intensive study."

"Let me store as much as I can with you."

"You cuddly, little Y/N," Jonathan chuckled as he squeezed you tight. "I was just thinking about something."

"About?"

"One weekend, we can just pack our belongings and go somewhere for three days. We can even bring Ava along, if Mira would let me. I'm sure you like her," he explained his concept. "The entire weekend, away from it all."

You rolled to your back and nodded with heart eyes. "When?! I want to! Ava is a wonderful girl!"

"I'm not sure yet. We'll need to plan it, as well as find a nice hotel and some interesting places to visit, make a hotel reservation," Jonathan shook his head.

You simply nodded. "I'll look into it tomorrow."

Jonathan laughed, nodding his head. "So eager. I am not going to stop you."

"You're too cute."

"Me? You're the cute one here."

"Thanks," you replied. "Do you think your wife will let Ava with us? She doesn't like me."

"It shouldn't be a problem, in my opinion. When I take her on my weekend trip, she will have nothing to say," Jonathan kissed your head while shrugging. "But don't be concerned, pretty little head. Mira and I will deal with it."

"That woman is beyond my comprehension. She was the first to pursue a younger man."

"Believe it or not, I don't understand her either, but I'm used to it."

"Jonathan?"

He hummed in response.

"What do you think, maybe one day we could consider... If we'll be together long enough... Having a... I feel silly."

"Say it."

"A baby. I mean a baby."

Jonathan rolled onto his side, drawing you in closer.

"Y/N. You don't have to ask me about this," he said quietly, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. "I told you openly that I still wanted a baby and agreed to wait until you were ready."

You simply nodded. "Seeing your little girl makes me want to have a baby, but I'm not sure I'd be a good mother, having a child is a huge responsibility. And the last thing I want to do is disappoint you."

"I saw you with Ava, and from what I saw, I know you'll be a great mom," he said, cuddling you. "You won't be alone in this."

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you nestled in his arms.

"I adore you and am confident that you will excel," Jonathan held you close and whispered.

You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat, which made you feel more at ease than before.

"Now. Just relax and don't think about it. You require it." Then he turned to his nightstand and switched off the lamp.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 19 - A Little Messing Around || Jonathan Levy x fem!reader

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Summary: You are surprised by an unexpected visit from Jonathan.

Warnings: smut (unprotected)

Word count: ~  950

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Table Sex

After getting home, you took off your shirt; wearing just a bra was much more comfortable for you. As loud as you could, you put your Spotify playlist on shuffle and grabbing a spoon, you spun around the kitchen, shouting and dancing to the lyrics; you didn't even hear the front door open. It took him a second for you to realise he was behind you, clasping your waist with his hands. After a few seconds, you came to a halt and leaned back against his chest.

Jonathan whispered into your ear, "What are you doing?"

Smirking, you said, "Enjoying myself, messing around a bit."

Jonathan's hands tightened around you; the way your hips pushed back into his wasn't by accident. “Is it okay if I mess around with you?" He whispered right next to your ear.

Your response was to push your ass back even more into him and tilt your head so he could see more of your neck.

Jonathan whispered "Good girl," before grabbing your hair, turning you so he could kiss, suck, and lick his way up your neck. Your body turned so that you were flush against each other when he met your lips.

As you swiped your tongue over his lips and embraced him, he lightly dragged his nails across your back, making you shiver a little. With his other hand, Jonathan grabbed your ass and pushed his growing erection against you. The hand on your back drifted to your bra. Jonathan removed the clasp skillfully, as he had done many times before, and you stepped back from each other.

As you slid it off your arms, it hit the ground.

When he looked at the fading hickeys on your tits, he thought of the last time he had been alone with you and smirked at the memory.

Both of you moved towards each other at the same time.

Immediately, you reached for his cock, while Jonathan went for your tits; he made contact with your nipples and brushed his thumbs over them, causing them to harden from your arousal.

It was already difficult for you to focus on stroking him through his jeans.

You stopped Jonathan from replacing one of his hands with his mouth on your tit. Your only comment was, "Less clothing," as you discarded Jonathan's shirt.

He quickly undid your button and zipper and pulled down your shorts; you were in nothing but a light white thong. He brought his hand down on your ass, fondling the soft flesh; he then pulled the flimsy thong down around your ankles. Before picking you up, he only gave you a warning glance. Putting you on the edge of the table, Jonathan gently pressed on your chest, and you lay back. He knelt on the floor and spread your legs; holding your thighs, he gently ran his tongue up your pussy. You moaned loudly after he did this a few times and focused on your clit. He was incredibly skilled with his mouth, and you were close in no time at all. As he continued to go down on you, he repositioned himself to finger you. He picked up the pace when your breathing stopped and your back arched, and he pushed his finger deep inside you; he didn't stop licking your clit, making you twitch during your orgasm.

Once he was done, you sat up. "Can I suck your cock?" You already knew his answer.

Jonathan winked and stood up. "Of course you can, baby. You're delicious."

As you slid off the table and onto your knees, you pulled off his jeans and underwear in one motion, freeing his hard cock; you stroked him a few times before licking the head of his cock without breaking eye contact.

Jonathan let out a low groan at the sight. "That's my girl."

You licked and sucked up and down his shaft, tasting cum on your tongue as you did so. With as much of his thick cock as you could fit in your mouth, you moved your tongue around, making him twitch and grab your shoulder.

With the other hand, Jonathan pulled your hair so you stopped and looked into his eyes. Taking you by surprise, he caught you in a kiss, forced you to get up, and picked you up to place you on the edge of the wooden table.

You moaned loudly as he spread your legs wider and made them wrap around his hips before pushing his cock into your pussy.

Jonathan bounced his hips back and forth, making you lie on the table as he pushed on your chest. You were so tight and so wet for him. To deepen the angle he was fucking you in, he picked up one of your legs and rested it against his chest. After a while, he slowed his hips and held you just on the edge of your orgasm.

You whimpered, arching your back more, "Oh, Jonathan, I need to cum."

One of his hands moved up your chest, palming one of your tits as he whispered, "Whatever you wish, beautiful." His pace increased; the table creaked from the force of his thrusts, rocking back and forth along with his movements. He rolled his head back in an overwhelming sense of pleasure and whispered, "I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, baby," you pleaded, rising and lowering your hips to meet all of his thrusts.

Instead of cumming within your tight pussy, Jonathan withdrew, grabbed his throbbing member, and jerked himself a few times, cumming with a loud grunt on your belly.

Observing his blissful expression, you licked your lips. “I love you,” you told him.

Almost breathless, he replied, "I love you too."

The first time making this. 😭 also this is in my opinion on how I feel they would’ve reacted, feel free to include your own opinion.

(I went to the shops today and I feel so good right now! 🐸)