"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," Jay growled as he slid inside you. One more thrust, and he was gone.

He'd been holding back for so long, wanting you to enjoy yourself. But fuck, it'd been a long week without you.

Stupid frat bros were always at the house, never giving them time alone. But they were gone now. Half of them in Canada for a volleyball tournament, and the other half at some sorority house party looking to get their dicks wet. But Jay? In his room, door locked, having the best night of his life. Better than winning any championship or fighting a goalie on the ice. He felt like he was going to lose his god damn mind in the best way possible.

"So good. So fucking good." He panted, hips slamming against you as he chased his own high.

"Oh god— Oh fuck, fuck, fuck—"

With one final, deep thrust, he felt himself come undone. His entire body trembled at his release, eyes rolling back with all the pleasure he'd been denying himself.

"Mommy, I'm cumming!"

Jay froze, chest heaving, face burning hotter than a summer afternoon. He'd been trying to act smooth all night, but now... smooth was officially dead.

He jumped away from you like you were a hotpot, dick sliding out with a loud 'Pop!'.

Silence took over. Awkward, dragging silence.

He sat on the edge of his bed, clothes still off, staring at his hands like they'd betrayed him personally. Then, finally—

"Uh..." he started, voice small, "I... I didn't mean—uh..."

He gestured vaguely, like hand-waving could erase the last few minutes. "That just... came out. Totally accidental. Yeah. Accident."

He rubbed the back of his neck, heat rising to his ears. "I swear, it's not... I mean, it's not normal to say that. I usually—uh, I usually don't. Not... that."

Jay let out a shaky laugh, the kind that sounded less like confidence and more like someone who had just set fire to his own dignity. "So... uh. Hi. How's it going? Totally normal day, right? Nothing weird happening here. Just me. Totally okay. Yep."

He shifted awkwardly on the bed, trying to find a position that didn't scream 'messy disaster.' Nothing worked. Arms crossed? Too defensive. Hands in lap? Too obvious. Lying face-down? Maybe a little dramatic.

He finally gave up and leaned back, looking at you with wide, sheepish eyes. "I... I guess what I'm saying is... I need to recover from that. Slowly. Carefully. Possibly with snacks. Or ice cream. Or maybe just your forgiveness?"

He paused, clearly hoping you would say something, anything, to help him navigate the aftermath. "Or... you know. Tell me I'm a complete idiot. That works too. Just... not silently judging me, please."

Jay scratched the back of his head and let out another nervous laugh. He tried for a joke. "So... what now, Mommy?"

Oh god. What the fucking fuckery? That just made things ten times more weird! Just shut up Jay! Shut up and bury yourself in a hole!