A/N: Mature content 🏃‍♀️🤪🎂.

Thursday morning, I woke up with just one thought in mind.

Fuck, I hate my birthday.

I also woke up because my girly, sparkly, Hello Kitty adoring roommate had her own ideas about today.

"Happy birthday!" Li chirped out like a morning songbird.

My dry throat rumbled with a groan as I buried my pillow over my face and considered self-suffocation. She ripped it out of my hands, which fluttered a few stray strands of my hair across my nose and forehead.

Before I asked how she even knew today was my birthday, she shoved a small plastic bag up onto my bed. "I got you this. Sorry it's not wrapped, college budget."

"It's fine. You didn't have to -" I started when she shoved the bag closer to my face. "Fine, lemme log roll out of bed before I smash my head on the ceiling."

With a grunt, I swung my legs over and pretended I was overjoyed at the pink and white UCLA shirt she'd gotten me. With the long pink sleeves and pink collar, the shirt reminded me of a kids' softball shirt. The UCLA script with 'Bruins' written on the tail of the A screamed for distortion when I stretched it over my breasts.

This had better be Harper-boob sized, not Li's mosquito bites.

As if my pint-sized roommate read my mind, she added, "It's stretchy. I... thought you might want to wear it to some of the remaining UCLA games."

My eyebrows lifted up to the floor above us. "Who says I'm going to those?"

I can think of a thousand other more enjoyable activities.

Donating an ovary. Removing my tastebuds.

Sucking on Jake's - wait, no.

"Oh, I just..." Li's dark brown, almond-shaped eyes rounded with a slight pleading emotion and the corners of her thin lips turned downwards. "I thought since USC is away after this weekend, you might wanna... go with me?"

"I'd probably rather self-wax my eyelashes off, but the shirt's cute," I flipped it over my right shoulder and stretched my arms overhead. "Thanks Li."

"Sorry," I mumbled at her crestfallen expression. "I'm just... not feeling it today."

My bad mood, for once, had nothing to do with a certain assclown quarterback who'd decided my personal outlet of getting my jollies off whenever I needed was better off in a trash dumpster.

The worst part? Since Sunday, my dildos had sat, dried out, lined up, ready for action, and completely discarded on my desk. I had no desire to use them. My anger had subsided under the usual tidal wave of feelings that surfaced around my birthday. Today was one of the only two days out of the year that my mother had ruined for me.

I shouldn't give her that power and control over me, but fuck it's hard not to be wanted by your own damn mother...

Only Dad and I knew the real truth, that Mom had packed her bags and left us on October twenty-seventh. Not even Ellie and Jake knew more than the simple fact that I hated my birthday. They'd assumed I hated it, like Christmas, since my womb donor sent me cards on those days.

Before the dust from Mom's peeled out tires settled on the driveway, I found she'd left me a birthday card on the kitchen counter. I hadn't gotten further than the first three words before I'd thrown it in the trash.

Harper, I'm sorry...

Even at thirteen, I knew she wasn't sorry. Sorry meant she stayed, held an actual conversation with me and Dad about what happened to our family. Instead, she'd selfishly packed up her shit and disappeared from our lives like somehow we were the burden, the problem.

And I've burned every fucking card she sends on the anniversary of the first one.

More than she deserves.

I hadn't realized tears streamed down my cheeks until I saw them in my bathroom mirror reflection. My irises burned back at me, more green than blue from the red irritation lines in the corners. A low curse word left my lips at the floodgates that rolled out the corners of my eyes, a low curse word left my lips. In complete silence, I turned on the shower until steam clouded over the view of my pitiful state.

Like usual, I stepped into a scalding hot shower, but this time my tears intermixed with the faucet's droplets. My head hung down and I palmed both hands into the cold tiles until the water washed away my bullshit feelings. Also just like every time, I felt closer to normal once I stepped out of the shower.

Li threw my bloodshot eyes a sympathetic look when I came out of the bathroom, wrapped up in my towel, and dressed silently. In a 'thanks for not saying anything further' moment, I put on the shirt she'd gifted me. While I appreciated it was stretchy, it clung to my body like I'd painted it on and displayed my boobs like a top-shelf porn actress, so I layered a gray zip-up hoodie over it with a pair of white jeans.

We silently ate breakfast down in Feast. Technically, Li ate while I pushed my cereal around its bowl like I panned for gold. By the weight in her eyes, she noticed my distracted state.

Thankfully, she completely missed the mark, "Is this about Jake?"

My eyes lifted up to hers and I grunted out, "Huh?"

"You've been a bit down," she offered in way too kind of a voice. "I wasn't sure if it was because of the fight with Jake."

"I told you, it wasn't a fight." I mumbled and slouched back in my seat. She threw me a completely unconvinced look, all scrunched together eyebrows, but sat silently back.

By the way other students avoided me like the plague on my way to class, averted their eyes during today's lecture on personal privacy laws, and moved out of my exit path afterwards, my resting bitch face was in full effect. EJ gaped at me with wide eyes but I just shot him a death glare and walked out of the School of Law building alone.

My feet nearly tripped over themselves when I saw a tall, dark-haired asshole in my path. Dressed in a plain, light gray T-shirt and black jeans, he looked casual but put-together. The overhead sky was bright blue with a few clouds that practically parted and highlighted Jake's skin with warmth and etched his muscles with shadows.

"Fuck, not again."

With my internal storm cloud, I was in no mood for indulging any stupid fuckery. "Move," I grumbled and smashed my shoulder into his stupidly muscular arm.

"Harper." Jake's hand apparently no longer wanted to be attached to the rest of his body since he wrapped it around my upper right arm.

My shoulders wrenched with tension, along with an upward tug of my lips into a sneer. "Fuck off, Jake."

His jaw tightened, then relaxed as his eyes stared into me. "Not until you hear how sorry I am."

"I don't - huh?" His candid admission set off a miniature meltdown in my brain. My only reaction was my feet stopped and I blinked blankly at him.

Without another word, not even a caveman grunt, Jake grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand cupped around the back of my neck then he slammed his lips hard over mine. At my faltered gasp, his tongue plunged right between my lips.

Mechanically, the kiss was the same as all the other kisses Jake curled my toes with. His tongue thrust hard and rough against mine, pressed, and dragged over all the right places in my mouth. But the intensity behind it, his hot breath fanned out his nostrils like angry puffs over my upper lip, and the way his lips crushed mine shut off all my internal protests.

My clenched fists released the straps of my backpack and ran up the warm, broad planes of Jake's chest. Only the way my brain dizzied from the sensations of how his mouth fucking ravaged mine brought me back to reality. My hands got the delayed 'not so fast' message and shoved him off me.

"Did I say you could touch me?" I gasped, clenched my heels down so my shaky legs stabilized, and stomped towards... I had no idea where the hell I walked.

Into a bush, fountain, or side of a building, I don't care as long as it's away.

My response gave Jake absolutely no deterrence, by the way he threaded his large ape-hand fingers around mine and interlocked them. I swore my left eye twitched with each slightly bounced step he took next to me.

"Oh, fuck no," I started when his fingers clenched into lockdown mode. "Don't tempt me, I'll scream."

My threat and heated glare from under my lashes only earned me a wide smirk. Jake leaned over, tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, and murmured in it, "That's exactly what I'm going to do. And fuck yes, you're going to scream. But first, I have some shit for you."

My other hand's fingers pinched the space in between my eyebrows, where a threatened headache dimly pulsed.

Fuck, just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse.

With my dignity partially restored, I preserved my bratty streak during the entire drive over to Jake's house. Since I trusted his intentions about as far as I threw his two-hundred and twenty-pound ass, I drove in my car. As if he assumed I rear ended him, Jake drove behind me in that white beater car he drove in high school.

I should rear end his ass. How did I even let him talk me into this?

Once parked behind him, I walked to the back of my car and kicked his front bumper. He only shot me the same smirk I'd seen in my rearview mirror on the drive over, so I removed my small, discreet, 'payback shit' bag from my car's trunk. Since we hadn't even stopped at my dorm, I also grabbed my backpack since the last thing I wanted was my laptop fried from sitting inside a hot car.

"Still mad at you," I called out when he walked towards where I stood on the curb.

"I know," was all he replied, grabbed my hand, and walked me across the street like a fucking charity case.

"This hand holding shit isn't helping your case, asshole." I gnashed my fingernails into his palm, which he winced at but tightened his grip.

By the time we stood in Jake's bedroom, his jaw clenched so tightly shut that I was surprised he hadn't broken his molars. I must've gaped like an idiot when he handed me two black paper shopping bags that sat on his desk. Red tissue paper hid the contents inside but I sure knew what Adam and Eve sold.

In a tight voice, he gritted out, "Happy birthday."

My fingers curled around the soft texture of the bags' red, corded, string handles. "You got me... presents? Like edible underwear?"

"No. I mean, I can check if Griff hasn't eaten all of his - never mind," Jake muttered with the most obvious 'don't ask' look in his eyes and shook his head like he held an inside joke. I caught the tiny but unusual uncertainty that flickered in his eyes before they dropped to the bags. "Open them."

"You... replaced my old clothes?" I frowned at the red sleeveless shirt, black leggings, and even white socks nestled inside the first bag. They were neatly folded and certainly smelled better than when I'd tossed them into the hallway on Sunday.

I thought he'd thrown them out.

"No, I washed your old clothes," he corrected with a tight grimace. "Your shoes are under my desk but there's more in that bag."

"More in this... oh, wow." My words dissolved in a gasp when I pulled out a beautiful, black satin lace-up corset with a plunging sweetheart neckline and black lace booty shorts. The intricate boning curved for breast support as well as located everywhere else boning needed to be. "It's beautiful. Y-you picked this out?"

The interesting shade of red on Jake's cheeks reminded me of the countless times his sister blushed like that. While an Ellie reminder was probably incredibly out of context, the effect was still as adorable as whenever she blushed.

Adorable? Fuck, again with the limp-dick softness.

I snorted softly and held it up over his frame. "Did you try it on first?"

With another head shake, all he admitted was, "I had some help. If you don't like it or anything in the other bag, then I'll take you to replace them."

"Them, he said." I set the lingerie down on his bed, where the black starkly contrasted his silly white comforter. "Oh my fuck, you... Jake!"

A loud, obnoxious squeal ripped from my lips at the three dildos my hands discovered and removed from the tissue paper wrapping. All three were similar to models I'd lost in the dumpster but upgrades. With one glance and grip, I knew they weren't the dildo equivalent of a two-pump chump, but versatile and high-grade. Silently, I lifted my eyes to Jake, who looked like he either held his breath or tried not to shit himself, possibly both.

"I wasn't, uhh..." In another rare moment of uncertainty, Jake rubbed one of his hands over the back of his neck, then clutched it tightly with his palm. "You like them?"

"Love them. Thank you," I replied earnestly. "But I... am not naming one after you."

Jake's eyes snapped from where he stared at on the floor to mine at my first word but rolled at the rest of what I'd said.

"Fuck, I didn't assume you would." He groaned quietly but his shoulders noticeably relaxed. A small smirk slowly lifted up the corners of his mouth and his eyes flashed. "We both know -"

"Stop right there or I'm leaving with my new friends." I shook my head, dropped the dildos on his bed, grabbed the lingerie, and stepped towards the doorway.

Jake threw me a confused look but he caught sight of what I held in my hands and his smirk curved deeper into his cheeks as I left his room. Reflected in his bathroom mirror, my eyes beamed brightly with the same excitement that rushed my blood faster. With a lot of grunts and unladylike body part shifts, I wriggled into the corset and popped my girls into place. I loved that the lace-up was in the front, so I tied off the bow right near the cleavage that the damn thing almost pushed into my chin and stepped into the underwear.

With zero shame that I was seen, I grabbed my other clothes and tiptoed barefoot down the hallway and back to Jake's room. He stood with his ass propped against his desk, chin tucked downward, and his hands stuffed in his pockets with only his thumbs exposed. His head snapped in my direction at the door I'd flung open.

"I don't have sexy heels, but..." I propped my left elbow on Jake's door, placed my right palm on my hip, and jutted it out. "Fits perfectly, thanks."

"Holy fuck," Jake cursed and shot his large frame off his desk faster than I knew that fast ass was capable of moving. The brief look I got at how his eyes smoldered at the sight of me was worth the free breast lift. Within a few long steps, his hand pressed into my lower back until he steered me inside enough that he slammed and locked the door behind me.

"Eager?" My eyebrows lifted up but I dropped my shit down next to my backpack on his floor. One quick dart of my eyes down took in the bulge in his jeans that answered my own question.

"Ever since I saw you on campus." Jake's hands latched onto the curve on my sides, stooped his head low, and brushed his lips against the side of my neck. He barely pulled away and warm vibrations hummed over my skin. "You're lucky all I did was kiss you."

"Hmm... Thanks for the gifts, I'll see myself out." I rested the back of my head against his shoulder and smirked up to his ceiling. My teasing only earned me a tighter clench of his fingers into my hips.

"Nope." He grumbled into my skin and clutched me tighter, so hard that my smirk faded.

"I'm still mad at you," I reminded him and arched my neck as his lips trailed down to my bare shoulder, where he bit down gently. "I vote angry sex that breaks all your furniture."

A small shudder trembled down my spine as he steered me around, not to his bed where I'd thought we'd put this lingerie to proper use but in front of the small window next to his desk. His large frame caged around me from behind and pressed a hard lump right up against my ass.

The cool glass clouded with small halos around my warm palms. "So, we're breaking the window?"

"I wanted to see your reflection." Jake's lips planted themselves right back onto the side of my neck, but this time he sucked down hard until a small sting erupted. His head was tipped down, with the tip of his nose tucked behind my shoulder, but his eyes blazed darkly at me. "Fuck, you look amazing."

"And you look...frustrated." I smirked to myself and rubbed my butt over his growing erection, which earned me a low groan.

One of Jake's hands palmed my stomach and yanked me hard against him. His other hand's fingers trailed up from my hip and gently skimmed over the platter of cleavage I served up for him. "You remember when I fucked you against the window in Canada?" he murmured softly into my hair.

"Mmmm..." Before I answered further, his hand on my stomach trailed down between my legs, where he cupped the tissue paper thin underwear fabric. My core area fanned out heat like a sauna and I wiggled against the pressure from where the heel of his palm grounded into me. "Show for the neighbors?"

"Maybe next time." A tiny sting on my earlobe signaled he'd nipped at me. "Get on the bed."

I obliged, purposely brushed my right breast against his arm as I moved around him, and sat on the edge of his bed with my legs dangled over the edge. Heat rose on my skin wherever Jake's eyes roamed, like his hands ran over me instead of his gaze. By the time he stepped in between my legs, the same heat pooled in his dark eyes as they scanned down my chest, which pitched slightly from my elevated breaths.

Warmth bracketed my hips and Jake's eyes focused down where his hands reconnected. With one movement, he lifted me up and guided me further back onto the bed. Once my feet barely extended over the edge, he climbed over me and pinned me down.

A small part formed at the seam of his lips, so I pressed my palms into his mattress, leaned forwards, and swept mine against them. One of his hands cupped my neck and his tongue stroked mine softly, to a rhythm that I flexed my hips into his erection.

"Not yet," he murmured warmly across my lips, then rolled his weight down onto one elbow. His other finger trailed over the swell in my cleavage, then dragged down the curves in the bodice over my left ribs. I drew a sharp breath in when his index finger hooked in the waistline of the bottom part. My lower lip rolled under while I waited if he ripped them off me, an idea I was all over, but he sat up, gently pulled them down to my ankles, and removed it.

His hand returned right between my legs, where his fingers stroked and rubbed my outside folds. A dull pressure throbbed under the teasing friction, but my heart rate quickened when his fingers rubbed harder. He inhaled sharply through his nose when his index finger dipped into the wetness already gathered there, then withdrew it like he fucking tested my patience.

By the time my gasp reached my own ears, Jake reached down and held one of the vibrators into my line of vision. He glanced at the light blue rod and said the three sexiest possible words at this particular moment, "I sterilized it."

My eyes focused on it for a moment, surprised and confused, but I nodded. Jake repositioned himself so he knelt between my legs, then gently pushed them wider open. I lowered down to my elbows, then flopped my head back when the cooler silicon pressed over my mound.

Jake's fingers parted my folds, then he slipped it right inside me. A lazy moan rushed out of my lips at the fullness that swelled inside me inch by inch. He left it off but dipped it in and out of me, until the sounds of my wet arousal filled the airspace. His concentrated gaze darkened the longer he watched whatever fucking celebration my opening held while it clenched around the dildo.

A faint pulse throbbed at the top of my folds when Jake flicked on the vibrator. A second later, electric zaps shot through my pelvis like an epicenter. My abdomen clenched as the tightening aches of an orgasm hit me hard, until my insides clenched down and released like fucking floodgates. Slowly but steadily, Jake pumped it in and out while I writhed through a fast and hard orgasm that screwed my eyes tightly shut.

The embarrassingly quick reaction felt like my entire body heaved a sigh of relief and I threw my head back. The week's worth of pent-up frustration released from my muscles like somehow he'd opened them up, but Jake's movements continued.

"Fuck, look at you," he mumbled more to himself that me. My eyes flipped open at the sound of his voice and found a mix of arousal and awe in his heated gaze.

My chest heaved with raspy breaths and my thighs quivered but Jake held the vibrator in place, on. His head lowered, where his lips pressed a soft trail of kisses up my leg, until his breath fanned over the spot that pulsed with a second round of need.

"Oh fuck." My stomach knotted up as he placed his mouth over me. The vibrations alone were enough that another ache of pressure built up deep inside me but my back arched and hips writhed at the warm, wet contact of his tongue. His hands stilled my hips as his tongue stroked over the already sensitive skin and ran shivers between my shoulders and spine.

Jake's room turned black as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut again. My hands lifted and brushed over the soft waves of his hair, which I threaded between my fingers, clamped on tightly, and tugged him closer. My hips moved and shifted when his teasing strokes turned into sharper, deeper suctions on my outer skin while the vibrator hummed another crest of internal pressure.

"Fuck, Jake that's -" I gasped out when my second orgasm slammed through me. It shot down my legs, clenched my thighs around Jake's ears, and knuckled my toes over. "Th-that's an... upgrade."

A fucking whimper rolled out from between my lips when Jake turned off the vibrator, then withdrew it gently. My spine sagged against his puffy cotton comforter, damp under neck and my upper back from my perspiration, and a faint letdown pulse throbbed deep in my pelvis.

My relief lasted for whatever amount of time Jake took before his elbows grounded the bed on either side of my neck. At the shifted movement over and around me, I cracked open my eyes and met his gaze. A softness lingered behind the dark and heated look he gave me, like he silently asked for the same permission he nudged me with below.

"What's taking so long," I rasped out, then choked on my own damn words as he pressed himself inside. Jake wasn't bigger than the toy he'd pushed in me but I breathed through the adjustment. My hands gripped onto the warm skin of his bare shoulders.

When he'd gotten undressed and put on a condom I had no idea, but didn't care when his hips pushed into mine down to the hilt, then withdrew and slammed back in. My hips bucked and back arched in tandem as he pushed in and out. The stretch and burn against my painfully sensitive entrance both hurt and felt so good that I groaned with each inward thrust.

I hadn't realized my eyes closed until Jake growled out, "Open your eyes."

My lashes fluttered open and I caught his angry, near predatory look as he pounded into me with sharp snaps of his hips. His face was wrenched, flushed red, and edged with perspiration. I lifted my head and looked down. My abdomen tingled and tightened at the sight of where he pumped in and out of me. By the time his hand reached between our contact point and his fingers rolled the swollen nerves at the top of my folds, I fell apart.

With a hard clamp down, the letdown in my inner walls felt like a small muscle cramp. Jake grunted through the euphoric aftermath until he cursed and locked up over me. With one sharp thrust, his body stilled and the tension left his face like he'd flipped an internal switch. Our movements jerked and slowed until only involuntary pulses rolled through us.

Once stilled, Jake and I traded hot pants in each other's face in an unbroken stare. The room around us blurred from my attention as the heat in his eyes was broken up with relief.

He completely ruined the moment with one word, rushed out and surrounded with determination.

"Stay."

"What?" I scoffed, palmed my hands into his sweaty chest, and shoved him slightly back.

"I'm serious," he replied with a level of seriousness I believed, not from his words but the intense way he stared at me. "I have practice in an hour but... stay until then. I'm not done with you."

The traitorous throb between my legs proved my lady bits were in full agreement.

"What exactly do you want me to do before then?" My eyebrows drew together. "Because if you think for one second that I'm doing your laundry or cooking dinner, then -"

"I'll bring something back." Jake's eyes drifted towards where I'd thrown my bag on the floor. "Homework? Take a nap? Go raid Griff's candy stash? I don't give a fuck as long as you're still here by the time I get back in a couple hours."

"I..." I pushed myself up to a seated position, then latched my gaze on the Adam and Eve bag that held the other stuff he'd bought me. A shyness that felt unfamiliar as fuck washed over me and my cheeks warmed.

"I can do that."

Relief relaxed Jake's annoyingly attractive face as he grinned down at me. He leaned over, pressed his lips against mine softly, and whispered, "Good."

My hands found the other two dildos, which I held up and winked at him. "Better hurry, or I'll use these first."

"Go ahead." The fucker just grinned wider at me. "They don't compare to the challenge I have in mind for you."

The fact Jake tossed those words out after three fast and hard orgasms sank my head down against one of his pillows