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"Phoenix…"
Fuck. She wants him so bad.
She wants him so fucking bad, and he's gonna give her exactly what she wants.
Her voice has completely changed from what he knows she sounds like normally when they're not on a mandated 3-day holiday. It's out of breath, for one. He's heard his friend out of breath before plenty of times - on duty in the battlefield, after hitting the treadmill at the gym, post-argument whenever she's yelling about whatever she was mad about (even if it was about something he did).
What makes this instance different right now is that his friend's voice is becoming a pitch higher than it normally is.
"Fuck yeah, Phoenix…"
And it's really, really fucking sexy.
It's doing things to him. It's actually driving him crazy. Like, if you asked Jamie "Phoenix" Adeyemi to describe how he was feeling, it's crazy; because right now, these high-pitched noises his friend was making were driving him crazier by the second, and it's causing his hands - clammy and desperately holding on - to grasp the flesh of her legs a little tighter as he fucked his friend on her back, into his bed.
Their clothes litter Phoenix's bedroom with no regard of where they landed. The light from his living room spills into his bedroom since the curtains are still drawn. His black sheets are crumpled despite being intact. And he's standing naked at the end of his bed, too lost in himself to switch positions any time soon.
His bare pelvis slaps against her own, and he feels the sensation of his dick - rock solid in how fucking hard he is right now, with no chance of softening any time soon - pushing further into her pussy.
"Yeah, Jett?" he manages to say. He swallows. "Like being fucked like that, baby?"
And Phoenix would be 100% more self-conscious of the absolutely sensationalized, vulgar garbage he's saying right now - especially to his friend, his teammate Jett, who he’d been laughing about how bad English-speaking, Western-directed mainstream porn was just minutes ago - if his friend and teammate Jett didn't respond back with a loud, deep moan from her very core.
With each movement they make, he can hear their skin meeting and how soaked her pussy is. It almost makes him feel guilty how much he's enjoying how carnal this all is - hell, even using their call sign names in the battlefield during the heat of sex, names that are supposed to stay professional for work - and it makes him doubt if he's learned anything at all from the lessons his mothers taught him about respecting his partner if she was a woman, or if he's just copying what he's seen from the type of hardcore pornography they were shittalking before.
Especially when Jett makes these noises like a female porn star when Phoenix talks dirty like a male porn star.
He's not sure he really cares anymore. He hopes she doesn't either, because if she - of all people, of all women - is enjoying herself this much, then he's eager to make each noise louder than the last, and Jett's voice is no exception.
"Ah, f-fuck." She catches a breath through her continuous whines. "Yes, yes…"
God, she sounds so good.
Shit, she looks good too. She looks so fucking good. He's struggling to figure out how to think in any way that seems grounded and not banal or horny, but she's been so horny with him that he just can't sort his thoughts. The way her pale breasts are bouncing all over the place, the way her thighs jiggle, the way the folds of her pussy just hug his cock as it slides in and out of her just looks so, fucking, good.
Fuck, her face looks good too. Just the way her half-lidded blue eyes just look deep into his, her normally messy white hair somehow messier thanks to him. Her cheeks are as pink as her lips - open, rapt in pleasure, every now and then some insanely ridiculous and banal but fucking hot babble escaping through them.
"That's so good - " Her eyelashes flutter closed with a sharp inhale. She manages to force the words out through breaths after she grits her teeth and opens both her mouth and eyes again. "Just fuck me like crazy, please, please…"
One hand wants to leave her leg briefly to wipe the sweat off his forehead, brush two out-of-place blond-dyed brown freeform locs, but quite frankly, he was sweating all over anyway, droplets running down his dark skin and tensed muscles; there's simply no point. Phoenix's priority right now is to hold Jett's leg while he stands at the edge of the bed if she's begging like that.
It's so different to what she's normally like on the field. As a matter of fact, Jett would probably kill him and never talk to him again if he talked like this to her outside of the field. Here he was, being given control to do things like this to her on her back, vulnerable and exposed - and there's no way he's going to stop to laugh at her and point it out as her acting or hamming it up like female porn stars in straight porn.
Because it's really, really fucking sexy.
Because her pussy keeps squeezing around his dick with every motion, from the head of his cock to the base of his balls, and it's so fucking warm and perfect, she's so warm, she's so perfect. He could fuck her like this all the time if he'd let her.
"Good, Jett? Good, baby? What d'you want?"
"Yes…"
He pauses and thrusts in one hard motion.
She squeaks. She actually squeaks with how high her voice goes. It drives him even crazier as he holds, desperately wanting to keep going but pausing as he cranes his head in her direction.
"Hm?" His voice is so fucking hoarse but he maintains his confidence. "Can't hear you, baby. I said: what do you want?"
And God he's tried so hard not to go jackhammer mode on Jett and cum too early but it's so difficult not to when she whines in protest and bites her lower lip like that, her fingers scrambling as they wring black fabric from behind her in her hands, and she looks so good like this, just willing to let him dictate the direction as long as she feels good.
"Fuck me more, Phoenix baby; faster, harder, lose control, please…"
He can't hold back anymore.
His hips snap forward with a grunt, and he keeps that pace. She squeaks again before her head digs back into his bedsheets, moaning in a litany again. God, she's so hot.
"Yeah, Jett? Like this?"
"Yes, God, yes…"
"Fuck baby, just wanna be fucked like this all this time? Want this dick?"
"Fuck, yes!"
He grunts with a low chuckle.
"Yeah, fuck, keep begging like that, Jett," Phoenix breathes. "Ah fuck, I know you want me, want me bad…"
He'd be more self-conscious of what he was saying if Jett hadn't moaned even louder in response.
With every thrust, he loses himself further into the trance they've both fallen into. His dick slides between her walls enough that he swears it's gonna fall off if she keeps clenching like that around him. She's so tight. Shit, it feels so fucking good to fuck her and hear her unable to control herself as she loses herself to esctasy, practically screaming for him and begging him to fuck her senseless.
"Fuck yesyesyes Phoenix, please please please…"
Oh my God, he's so fucking close. Please let her be close too. There's no way she's not with the way her moans have almost become wails, right? God, the thought of them cumming together is making him go insane.
"Yes baby, fuck, fuck." He clenches his jaw. It's involuntary at this point. "You wanna cum? Wanna cum?"
Jett practically mewls.
"Ahh, f-fuck - "
There's no way if they're at this stage of blurting out nonsense, right? Shit, maybe he should pull back a bit in case he gave her the wrong idea, or becomes part of the problem with porn.
"I said d'you wanna cum, baby?" Phoenix asks without any second thought, and Jett whines.
"Yes!"
Phoenix moans in response.
He might be getting just as loud as her too. He's too far gone to be self-conscious of it. Let the world hear them, for all he cares.
"Fuck yeah, cum on my dick," he utters in one breath. "C'mon baby, cum for me…"
She's practically crying out for him now. Her arms are everywhere; they're even clawing at his hands around his legs, tight enough that he can feel her fingernails. Her toes are curling and her moans have gotten so, so loud and so high-pitched that they remind him of full-on musical notes from her open lips. Jett's face is so, so fucking perfect and red, the way her eyes are squeezed shut and her pretty perfect brows are creased and her pretty little mouth is babbling and -
She suddenly gasps, her eyes pop wide open, and her hands release his own as her arms flail around, her legs stretching out in his palms.
"Phoenix - !"
That's when he feels his dick being squeezed so tightly that it hits him, crashes into him; just waves, these continuous ripples of pleasure coursing through his whole body from the tip of his dick to the lobes of his ears.
Her legs shake. Jett squirms and raises her hips high with a prolonged, breathless whine. Her body completely tenses and he can even see drool slide down her chin as she stares into his eyes, entranced and completely taken in her orgasm.
Something in his gut hits its breaking point and it's too much.
Phoenix responds in a desperate rasp.
"Yes Jett, fuck, yes … "
The rest of his voice is stolen from his lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut while chasing the end of that high, his dick hitting peak tension before he feels it all release, embraced tightly by the soaking wet warmth of her pussy walls.
He groans, hips stuttering in those little aftershocks or whatever they're called, and is reduced panting at the end of his orgasm's crescendo - all while she whines underneath his heaving body, taken by her own bliss.
"Phoenix…"
His limbs shudder, all the energy from before leaves his body, and he makes it a point to topple forward and collapse next to her.
Shit. His dick is sticky with their fluids. She's probably sticky too. God, he's sweating buckets too. He wonders if she can smell him if his antiperspirant has dripped off his body at this point. Maybe they should shower together.
Phoenix scrambles as best as he can to push himself up from the bed so he's not face down against it, turning around so that he's facing the ceiling fan he's forgot to turn on.
He gulps air into a dry mouth, tongue practically lolling out. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, and he likes this. He really, really likes this. It's nice when the noise after sex is just the people who were involved just catching their breath together like this.
That's when he hears Jett sniff.
He immediately freezes.
When Phoenix turns to her, she's got tears in her eyes.
Oh, no.
What the fuck? Why does she have tears in her eyes?
Sure enough, that pretty face that moments ago was completely overtaken by ecstasy is full of what looks like regret, with her eyebrows scrunched and her lips quivering. Her ponytail has been completely undone, and damp strands of her hair cover her still very pink face that currently looks like she's about to burst into sobs.
His heart, still pounding from before from the physical strain as well as the emotional high, has dropped straight to his stomach.
Panic roughly shoves aside Phoenix's euphoria as his eyebrows crease up.
Was it the sex? Was he that bad of a shag? Was he so bad she might not like men anymore? Just decided "actually, I changed my mind, I don't like you anymore like that"?
No, holy shit, shut up, get your ego out of this for a moment, Jamie; that's obviously not what this is. Jett would flame him if he was a bad lay rather than cry about it…right?
Jett doesn't cry easily. Jett hates crying in front of people, especially him of all people.
Fuck. Why was she crying?
"Sunwoo?" Jamie whispers, forgetting his boundaries.
Sunwoo sniffles louder again, sounding dangerously close to that sob she might burst into, and Jamie panics even more.
The fears from earlier when they first arrived at his house sink in and pierced through the haze of intimacy in full, rational clarity.
Why did they do this when they had just been talking about how this was stupid, being turned on by their call signs was stupid, being turned on by bad pornography was stupid, it's all stupid, and now his friend and teammate Jett is crying in his bed?
Shit. Was this whole thing a mistake all along?