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tequila and cream
pairing — jimmy uso x fem!reader word count — 3.7k summary — shots just taste better when they’re poured straight onto you warnings — titty fucking, marking, drunk sex, biting, alcohol consumption, body shots, possessiveness, titty worship note — i told you guys i needed to write for him more. so don't mind me as i build up my jimmy collection. there’s really no plot at all here general masterlist jimmy uso masterlist join my taglist here ♡
The party had died down a few hours ago.
The thumping bass and laughter fading into memory as the two of you stumbled back into the luxury of the hotel suite. The sudden silence was almost jarring after the chaos downstairs. Just the soft click of the door lock and the faint hum of the air conditioning.
Jimmy kicked the door shut behind you with a heavy thud, his arm slung low and possessive around your waist. He pulled you flush against his side, unable to stand even an inch of space between you.
He was definitely feeling the drinks. That lazy, bright grin on his face, eyes dark and heavier than usual. There was a slight sway in his step as he walked you backward toward the living room couch. He was still in the black shorts he’d thrown on after the event, the thin material riding low on his hips. The scent of his spicy cologne mixed with the faint trace of liquor and sweat from the night. It clung to his skin, warm and intoxicating.
You weren’t much better.
The rum and whatever else Jimmy had been putting in your hand all night had you warm and giggly. Your body humming with that perfect, hazy buzz that made everything feel a little more electric. Your skin felt extra sensitive. Every brush of his fingers on your hip sending little sparks straight down your spine. Your dress felt too tight, your thighs too warm where they rubbed together with each step.
Jimmy dropped onto the couch first, pulling you straight down into his lap so you were straddling one of his thighs. The movement hiked your dress up high on your legs, the heat of his bare thigh pressing right against your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties.
His big hands settled on your hips, thumbs stroking slow, lazy circles over your dress, fingertips dipping just under the hem like he couldn’t help himself. You looped your arms around his neck, hands sliding down to rest of the backs of his shoulders. Your fingers traced the warm, smooth skin there as you settled against him.
For a long moment neither of you spoke. Jimmy just held your gaze, dark eyes locked on yours with that quiet intensity he got when he was a few too many drinks deep. He leaned in, nose brushing along your jaw before his lips found the sensitive spot just under it. He nibbled softly, sucked gently. The scrape of his teeth making you shiver.
“How you feelin’, baby?” he murmured against your skin, warm breath fanning over the damp spot he’d just marked. “Still good? Still with me?”
You smiled, fingers tightening on the backs of his shoulders as you tilted your head to give him more room. “Mmm, better than good.” Your voice came out as a whisper, breathy and a little giggly from the buzz. “Just really warm. And really into you right now.”
Jimmy hummed low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your neck as he gave another soft bite before pulling back just enough to look at you again. That lazy grin was back, but his eyes were darker. Heavier. The drunk haze mixing with something deeper and hungrier.
“Room service ain’t got shit on what I got in here,” he grumbled, voice low and rough with that signature smirk of his. He nodded toward the mini-bar at the corner. The one he’d had fully stocked the second you checked in. “Grab that bottle of tequila off the counter, baby.”
You raised an eyebrow, already grinning as you leaned back slightly in his lap, reaching over and snagging the half-full bottle. The glass was cool against your palm, the liquid sloshing softly.
Jimmy’s eyes dragged slowly down your body, dark and heavy, lingering shamelessly on the low neckline of your dress and the soft, full swell of your breasts. His hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to pull you closer, pressing you down harder onto his lap so you could feel exactly how hard he already was beneath you. His cock was thick and hot, straining against the thin material of his shorts.
His hands slid up your sides, hooking two fingers into the neckline of your dress and tugging it down roughly. The fabric bunched beneath your breasts and they spilled free into the cool air of the suite. Your nipples tightened instantly under him, heavy and sensitive.
Jimmy’s gaze was pure hunger now, dark and unashamed, lips parting like he was already imagining the taste of them.
“Pour it,” he rasped, barely more than a growl against your skin. “All over these pretty tits f’me.”
Heat flooded through you at his words, but you didn’t wait for him to ask again. You tilted the bottle and poured a slow, steady stream of tequila right down the center of your cleavage. The cold liquid made you gasp sharply, sliding down the warm valley between them in shiny, glistening streams.
It dripped over your nipples, making them pebble even tighter, and pooled on the soft, full curves before spilling lower in thin, teasing trails.
Jimmy groaned deep in his chest the second the first drop hit your skin, the sound vibrating hot against you. He ducked his head immediately, dragging his tongue slowly up the center of your tits in one long, broad stripe, licking through the tequila with a filthy, satisfied moan that went straight between your legs.
“Fuck, baby…” he muttered against your skin. “Taste even better like this.”
He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked at every single drop. Tongue swirling around one nipple before moving to the other, sucking the tight, tequila-slick bud into his hot mouth with a wet pop. His hands squeezed your tits together, pushing them up and in so he could bury his face between them, licking and kissing and biting softly at the sensitive flesh while more tequila dripped down.
Your hands gripped his hair, arching into his mouth with a soft, breathy moan. The buzz from the night mixing with the heat of his mouth until everything felt hazy and electric.
Jimmy groaned again, the sound muffled between your breasts as he sucked harder, tongue flicking and swirling while his hands kneaded and squeezed, completely lost in the taste of you.
The more he tasted, the drunker he got– not just from the tequila, but from you.
His movements were getting sloppier, more desperate. His tongue dragged heavier across your skin. He was less precise, chasing every glistening drop with open-mouthed, hungry licks that left long, wet trails behind. His breathing was heavier now. Hotter against your chest, each exhale coming out in a shaky groan. You could feel the way his hands trembled slightly as they squeezed your breasts together again, nose pressing deeper into your pillowly flesh.
Every broad swipe of his tongue sent sparks racing across your skin. Your nipples were tight and aching from the constant attention, each flick and suck making your thighs clench around his hips. The mixture of spit and liquor dripped down your stomach in warm, sticky trails, cooling quickly in the air and making you feel exposed and filthy and so fucking wanted.
You were buzzing harder now, the alcohol and the taste of his mouth making everything feel slow and intense. Your core was throbbing against the hard ridge of his cock through his shorts, soaked and aching, every little grind of his hips sending fresh heat deep in your belly.
When he finally pulled back for air, his lips were shiny and swollen, glistening with spit and liquor. A thin, sticky string of it connected his mouth to your nipple for a heartbeat before it broke and dripped down your breast. A few pieces of hair fell into his eyes as he looked up at you.
His eyes were heavy-lidded, glassy, the usual sharp focus softened by the alcohol and the haze of you. His cheeks were flushed darker than before. He looked completely gone. Drunk on the taste of your skin. On the way you were letting him devour you like this.
Without warning, he leaned up and kissed you. It was deep, messy, tequila-flavored. His tongue slid against yours immediately, hot and insistent, and you tasted everything. The sharp bite of the liquor, the salt of your own skin, the faint sweetness of his mouth.
He groaned into the kiss, low and filthy, one big hand still cupping your tit. His thumb rolling slow and rough over your nipple while he kissed you, wanting to consume you from the mouth down.
“More,” he rasped, pulling away from your mouth. His words were starting to slur from how far he was gone. “Pour me s’more, baby. I ain’t done yet.”
You tilted the bottle again, pouring a fresh, slower stream right over your nipples. You gasped at the feeling, a full-body shiver rolling through you as it cascaded down the curves of your breasts.
The chill of the tequila against your overheated skin, the way it made your nipples ache even more— had you rocking helplessly in his lap, grinding down against the thick bulge in his shorts.
Jimmy dove back in like a man starved.
Every so often he’d pull back just enough to look at you, lips parted and shining, before diving back in. Sucking harder, biting gently at the soft undersides, leaving little red marks that bloomed under his mouth. His hips rocked up against you in slow, needy grinds, pressing his hard cock against your core through his shorts, the friction making you both moan.
But it wasn’t enough for him anymore.
Jimmy’s hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in almost bruisingly as he groaned against your tit. His breathing was ragged, hot and uneven, the alcohol making him bolder. He gave one last hard suck to your nipple, then suddenly gripped your waist and lifted you off his lap like you weighed nothing at all.
“Down,” he muttered. “On your knees. Right here.”
You barely had time to catch your breath before he was guiding– pushing– you down onto the floor in front of the couch. Your knees hit the soft carpet between his spread thighs. Jimmy leaned back against the cushions, legs splayed wide, one big hand shoving his shorts down to free his cock.
It sprang out, already slightly weeping at the tip. He wrapped a hand around the base and gave himself one slow stroke, eyes still locked on your tits.
You thought you knew what he wanted.
Your hands slid up his thick thighs, nails draggling lightly over the warm skin as you leaned forward on your knees. Your lips parted, mouth starting to water as you moved to take him in. The head of his cock was right there, flushed and shiny, and you were drunk enough that the only thought in your floaty mind was to taste him.
Before your lips could even brush the tip, Jimmy’s hand shot out.
His fingers tangled tight in your hair, yanking your head back with a firm, sudden tug that made your breath catch. Your mouth was still open, tongue halfway out, when he stopped you cold.
“Uh-uh,” he murmured, voice still thick and slurred. “No.”
You blinked up at him, confused and a little dazed, the drunk haze making everything feel slow and fuzzy. Your lips were still parted, breath coming quick and shallow as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Why’d you have to stop? You had been so sure it was what he wanted.
The way he was stroking himself, the way he was looking at you, the way his cock was leaking right in front of your face. Your hands stayed on his thighs, fingers flexing against the muscle as you tilted your head, brows furrowed in confusion.
“But… I thought…” Your voice came out soft, your words dragging out, still tasting the tequila on your tongue from earlier. “I was jus’ gonna–”
Jimmy’s grip in your hair tightened for a second, almost painful. Just enough to keep you right where he wanted you. He looked wrecked already and you hadn’t even touched him.
“I don’t want your mouth,” he growled, the words a little clumsy but clear. “Not tonight. I want these.” His free hand came down, cupping one of your tits and squeezing. “Want you to bounce these pretty fuckin’ tits around my cock. Now.”
Your confusion quickly melted into understanding. You nodded lips still parted, the sting in your scalp from his grip only making your pussy wetter.
“Okay… yeah,” you whispered, breathy and obedient. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Jimmy released your hair, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied groan as you pressed your breasts together with both hands and slid them around his thick, leaking cock. The moment you squeezed them tight around him, you looked down.
God. Your tits looked ruined.
The soft, full curves were flushed red from all the sucking and biting he’d been doing. Everywhere his mouth had been was marked– dark, blooming hickeys and the clear imprints of his teeth scattered across the tops and undersides. Some already turning that bruised purple-red that would impossible to hide.
Your nipples were swollen and puffy, covered with spit and leftover tequila, still tight and aching from the constant attention. The mix of it all glistened on your skin in messy, wet streaks, causing the marks to stand out even more under the low light.
You could feel the heat radiating off them, the way the skin felt tender and sensitive where his teeth had sunk in. Every little shift made them throb. A sharp, delicious reminder of how greedily he’d ravaged you just minutes ago.
The thick, flushed head of his cock pushed up through the tight, slick valley you’d created, smearing fresh pre-cum across the already messy skin. The contrast was filthy. Your soft, bruised marked up tits wrapped around his hard, veiny cock. The shiny red of your skin against the darker flush of his length.
Every upward bounce made your breasts jiggle and slap together around him. The wet, obscene sounds filled the quiet room as more spit and tequila and pre-cum mixed together and dripped down onto his lap.
You felt dizzy with it all.
The alcohol made everything feel slower and more intense at the same time. The heat of his cock sliding between your tits, the way your nipples dragged against his skin with every bounce.
Jimmy’s groan was low as he watched the same sight, his hips rocking up to fuck your tits harder.
“Fuck. Look at that,” he slurred, one hand coming down to cover yours, helping you squeeze your bruised breasts even tighter around his cock. “So pretty and red. Bouncin’ them tits on my dick. Such a good little slut f’me.”
You kept bouncing, slow at first, then faster. You watched the way his cock disappeared completely between your tits only to reappear at the top, dark and slick, the head nudging your sternum. The marks on your skin stretched and pulled with every thrust of his hips, the sting and pleasure building until you were moaning right along with him.
Jimmy’s hips started snapping up harder, fucking your tits with short, needy thrusts that made thrm bounce and jiggle around his cock. The mix of fluids made everything slippery and warm as you kept squeezing your tits tight around him.
You were bouncing them for him now– lifting and dropping your breasts in rhythm with his thrusts, the heavy, tender flesh slapping together around his thick cock. Your nipples rubbed against his length on every stroke, so sensitive they ached, sending sparks straight down to your core.
Your pussy was fucking soaked.
You could feel it. Your panties were completely drenched, the heat throbbing between your thighs as you rocked in time with him on your knees. The friction and the sight of him losing it between your breasts made your clit throb in time with every thrust.
But Jimmy wasn’t even thinking about your pleasure right now. He was drunk, selfish, and completely focused on the tight, warm tits wrapped around him.
“Shit,” he breathed out, eyes red as he stared down at the sight. His hair was falling messily across his face, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. “Need you doin’ this all the time.”
He groaned loud and low, hips snapping harder, the head of his cock smearing pre-cum in shiny streaks. His hands covered yours again, helping you squeeze your tits even tighter around him, fingers digging deep into your flesh.
“You don’t even know,” he panted, hips fucking up into your cleavage with sloppy, desperate strokes. “Want these tits marked up and bouncin’ on my cock every fuckin’ night. So soft… so warm. Fuck, baby. Just like that–”
You moaned softly, the praise and the sting of everything making your pussy clench around nothing. You kept bouncing your tits faster, squeezing them tighter around his throbbing cock. The slick, messy sounds were growing louder as more pre-cum leaked from the tip and coated your skin.
Jimmy’s head tipped back against the couch for a second, his mouth open, before he forced his eyes back down to watch. His breathing was growing more ragged, chest heaving quickly, the drunken haze making every movement sloppier. His cock throbbed violently between your tits, the head swelling darker as he got closer.
“Gonna cum all over these pretty tits,” he growled, voice broken. “Gonna paint ‘em so fuckin’ good. “
You squeezed your breasts even tighter around him, bouncing faster, looking up at his wrecked face through your lashes.
Jimmy’s grip on your hands tightened bruisingly as his thrusts turned erratic and he came hard with a deep, guttural groan.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot across your tits in messy spurts, painting the soft, already marked skin in pearly white streaks. Some landed high on your chest and collarbone, dripping down your neck in warm, sticky trails. Others coated the tops of your breasts, pooling between them and sliding over your swollen nipples.
His cock pulsed and jerked between your breasts as he kept fucking them through it, milking every last drop while you kept bouncing, squeezing him tight until he was spent and shaking.
Jimmy’s head fell back again, hair plastered to his face as he panted through the aftershocks. His hands stayed on your tits, lazily smearing his cum across your skin like he wanted to mark you even more.
You looked down at the mess. Your bruised, red tits covered in his cum. Nipples shiny and puffy. The bites standing out even brighter against the white streaks that dripped down your neck and chest.
Jimmy lifted his head, glassy eyes meeting yours. A lazy, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “Look at you, all covered in me.”
You smiled up at him, still on your knees between his legs, glistening with his cum, the haze between you thick and warm. His hands slid down your waist and with a possessive growl, he pulled you straight back into his lap, straddling him again. Your cum coated tits pressed against his chest as he settled you where he wanted you, your soaked pussy pressing against the still-hard length of his cock.
Jimmy didn’t waste another second.
He ducked his head and dragged his tongue slowly up the center of your cleavage, licking a slow, filthy stripe through his own cum. The wet heat of his mouth made you gasp. He groaned deep in his chest as he tasted himself mixed with the salt of your skin and the lingering tequila.
“Mine,” he muttered against you, thick and slurred. His tongue moved slower, licking every thick rope of cum off the soft curves of your breasts. He sucked gently at one nipple, pulling the puffy bud into his mouth along with a mouthful of his own release. He then moved to the other, cleaning you with long, lazy strokes of his tongue.
You moaned softly, fingers threading back into his messy hair as he worked. The sensation was overwhelming. The warm, wet drag of his tongue over your sensitive skin. The way he licked and sucked and swallowed, gathering every drop like he couldn’t stand to waste any of it.
You were still tender from all the earlier abuse, the fresh hickeys and teeth marks throbbing under his mouth as he licked over them, soothing and claiming at the same time.
Jimmy tilted his head and licked a slow trail up the side of one breast, then higher, chasing a thick streak that had dripped onto your collarbone and neck. His tongue dragged over your throat, sucking gently at the skin there, tasting himself on you while his hands continued to knead the soft, cum-slick flesh of your tits.
“Fuck, taste so good,” he groaned against your neck, drunk and hazy. “These are all mine. My pretty tits, my marks. All fuckin’ mine.”
You rocked slowly in his lap. Your pussy was drenched, throbbing against his cock, but Jimmy wasn’t focused on anything but cleaning you. Licking every last drop off your chest, your nipples, the undersides of your breasts, even the little trails that had run down toward your stomach. His hair kept falling forward, brushing your skin, sticking to the wet mess as he worked.
Every slow, filthy lick made your nipples ache and your core clench. The drunk, possessive way he was devouring his own cum off your tits had you dizzy. Soft little moans slipped out of you as you held his head to your chest and let him worship you.
Jimmy finally pulled back just enough to look at you, glassy eyes staring at your now clean but still bruised and glistening tits. He leaned in and pressed one last, slow, open mouthed kiss between them, tongue darting out to catch the very last drop. He rested his forehead against your chest, breathing hot and heavy against your skin.
“Damn… could stay buried between these all night,” he slurred. “Best fuckin’ view in the world.”
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“Can I eat it?”
Ciara choked on her chamomile tea. “What?!” She sputtered as she wiped away some of the tea that had landed on her chin and chest. She arched an eyebrow as she looked down at him, and he was already looking up at her.
“Please…”
“Josh, what the fuck?!” She laughed, then let out a yelp when he nipped at her thigh. “What has gotten into you?!”
“The kids are asleep, and my wife is walking around in these tiny ass shorts.” He muttered, pulling at her shorts. “And smelling so fucking good.” Ciara felt a delicious shiver run through her body. The hunger in his eyes made her breath catch. Ten years of marriage, and he still looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. “Lemme eat that pussy baby.”
He took the cup out of her hands and placed it on the nightstand next to their bed.
“Josh…” She trailed off with a whisper as he pulled her shorts down her legs.
Ciara bit her lip, her head falling back against the pillows as Josh hooked his fingers into her panties, sliding them down with agonizing slowness. His warm breath fanned across her pussy, making her squirm in anticipation.
"Fuck baby," he murmured, his voice deepening with desire. "Pretty ass pussy."
He nuzzled his face into her cunt, breathing her in, before darting his tongue out and licking a slow, deliberate stripe from her entrance up to her clit. Ciara jerked at the contact, toes curling, all her focus narrowing to the slick heat of his mouth on her. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, feather-light at first, teasing, knowing exactly how to get her to squirm.
A loud moan escaped her as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. She covered her mouth with her hand, eyes rolling into the back of her head as he started to flick his tongue. She gripped his hair and tugged when he brought his tongue down to her entrance and lapped up her slickness with greedy, dragging strokes. It was the way he moaned against her, the rumble vibrating through her, that always got her, like eating her pussy was his favorite damn thing to do.
Her back arched off the bed as she felt his index finger circle her opening before slowly sliding inside of her. He pumped his finger in and out, curling wickedly, never breaking the rhythm of his tongue. Josh groaned, practically purring as he pressed in a second finger, scissoring her open while his tongue flattened and dragged side to side over her clit.
She propped herself up on her elbows, now biting her bottom lip to stop from moaning too loud. She loved watching her husband get pussy drunk. He was so good at it. His eyes were on her, dark and wild-like, watching her come undone on his fingers and tongue.
“Jo-osh.” She moaned softly. “Fuck baby,”
“Yeah,” He said after releasing her clit with a soft plop. “You like this shit, huh?” He asked, bringing his other hand up and slapping her pussy. Her hips jerked, and he did it again before diving back into her slick pussy.
Her orgasm hit her hard. She clamped her thighs around his head as wave after wave rolled through her, and for a moment her vision fuzzed out. Josh didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers relentless as she started gushing around his fingers.
“Fuckkkk, Daddy.” She moaned, and Josh felt his dick jump in his shorts.
“Oh, you tryna get a baby put in you tonight.” He said as he pulled away. Ciara rolled her eyes, but the blissful smile on her face told him all he needed to know.
He bent back down and placed an open-mouth kiss on her clit before crawling up the bed. Ciara watched as he pulled his briefs down, and his dick popped out, smacking his stomach, thick and flushed and already leaking. She moaned as he dragged his dick through the mess between her thighs, smearing it over her pussy before he lined it up. He paused to rub the head against her clit, back and forth, making her gasp and twitch. “You ready, mama?”
She nodded, eyes rolling into the back of her head as he sunk into her. She whimpered and tilted her hips, greedy to have more of him, wanting him closer, deeper. He grabbed her thighs, lifting them until her knees reached her chest and folding her nearly in half, the stretch tight and impossibly deep. The angle made her delirious, pressure and heat blooming in her core. He set a punishing rhythm, hips slapping against her ass, every thrust a shockwave through her bones. She could feel his dick thick inside her, and the obscene, wet sound of their bodies colliding filled the room even as she fought not to scream.
“Shit,” Josh moaned out. “F-fell so fuckin good, mama.”
Ciara could barely breathe. Each drive of him inside sent a burst of pressure and heat up her spine,
Josh leaned down, his mouth eager and searching, and pressed his lips to her neck, under her ear, dragging his teeth along the delicate skin. The burn of his beard, the rough drag, and then his tongue soothing it. “Fuck,” he groaned into her ear, “You gon’ make me cum already.”
Hearing his fucked out, strained voice in her ear sent her over the edge. She gripped his forearms as her juices flooded out of her. Her breath crashed out in staccato gasps as he rolled his hips in hard, fast circles, grinding her into the mattress and grinding out her orgasm until she thought she might pass out.
“You gon’ let me fill you up? He gritted out, hips stuttering as he tried to hold off his own orgasm.
“Mhmm,” she breathed, clutching at his waist, “please, please—“She couldn’t finish it; the words dissolved into a moan as his cock throbbed deep inside. She was already trembling, stretched to the edge, slick and raw and oversensitive. Josh’s face hovered over hers, sweat beading on his brow, his gaze hungry and warm.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispered, his voice shredded by need. “Take it for me. Want you so fuckin’ full, baby.” He leaned down, hips still pumping his release into her with short, neat thrusts, fucking her through the aftershocks. The pleasure was too much, too bright, and she whimpered, clutching at his back, her nails digging little crescents into his skin.
He shifted enough to kiss her lips, slow and messy. Ciara cupped his jaw as she kissed him back, thumbing at the scruff on his cheeks. He stayed inside her, cock softening but still held, a gentle anchor as his hands stroked slow circles over her thighs.
“Damn, you freaky as hell.” He muttered against her lips, laughing when she pinched his side. Ciara snorted and flicked his on his forehead as he collapsed beside her, propping his head up on his hand, his other arm slung lazily over her waist.
“You’re the freak,” Ciara said, poking his chest. “You’re a fiend. No self-control at all.” Josh just grinned, mouth shiny, eyes heavy-lidded and smug. He reached up and tucked a stray curl behind her ear, all tender despite everything they’d just done. “You looked like you liked it.”
Ciara shrugged. “It was alright,” she squeaked when he pinched her nipple.
“Yeah, okay.” Josh grinned. “Oh yes, daddy.” He said, mimicking her voice. “Put a baby in me.” He rolled his eyes. “Alright, my ass.”
“Mmm, shut up and pass me my tea, fool,” she said, but her voice was loose and syrupy as she rolled over into the heat of his chest. He didn’t even bother to wipe himself off, just cupped her ass and hauled her up until her thighs bracketed his hips. His dick was already starting to harden again, pressed right up against the sticky warmth still leaking out of her.
She snorted when she felt him twitch against her. “Don’t you dare.”
He reached for the mug and pressed it to her lips like a peace offering, tea cold now, bitter with the ghost of honey and chamomile. She screwed her face up at the taste, and Josh laughed before taking the cup back from her and setting it on the nightstand. He placed a quick kiss on her lips before gently moving her off his lap.
“You lucky I love you,” He said as he got off the bed and pulled his shorts back on.
“Don’t forget the honey,” She called out, laughing as Josh flipped her off before walking out of their room.
Author's Note: For some reason, smut is easier to write than the next chapters of Torn & The Tutor... 🤷🏽♀️ enjoy! lol
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“I don’t understand why you’re being so weird about this!”
You were straddling Jimmy’s lap in the middle of the bed, both of you still half-dressed, his big hands resting heavy and possessive on your hips like he was trying to hold you in place while you argued.
The room was dim, only the bedside lamp on, casting gold across his chest. His skin was already warm under your thighs, the thin fabric of his gray sweats doing nothing to hide how hard he was getting beneath it.
Jimmy let out a short, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head as he looked up at you. “Weird? Baby, I ain’t bein’ weird. I’m bein’ real. That shit ain’t for me.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning forward so your forearms rested on his broad shoulders, fingers playing with his soft hair. The movement pressed your chest closer to his, your nipples brushing against this warm, inked skin there through the thin top you still had on.
“It’s not shit, Jimmy,” you said, voice low and teasing as you rolled your hips once, grinding down against the thick, growing bulge in his sweats. “It’s me fucking you. With a strap. In the ass. Where your g-spot is. You know… the thing that’s literally meant to make you feel good.”
He gave you that look. The one that said he was trying so hard to be patient but you were pushing every single button he had. His jaw flexed, the muscle jumping under the stubble, and his hands flexed tighter on your hips. His thumbs stroking slow, grounding circles like he needed to remind himself he was still in control.
“I know where my g-spot is,” he muttered, voice low and a little defensive. His eyes flicking away from yours for a second before coming back. “I just don’t need you puttin’ anything in there. I’m the one who fucks. Not the other way around.”
You smiled, letting your nails scratch lightly at the back of his neck as you rolled your hips again. It was harder this time, dragging your clothed pussy right along the rigid length of him. You felt him twitch hard beneath you, the heat of his cock pulsing through the fabric.
“You sure about that?” you purred, leaning in so your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Because every time I bring it up, you get so hard you can barely think straight. I can feel you right now. Leaking already just from me talking about it.”
Jimmy’s breath hitched. His hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in as he tried to hold you still. His cock gave another obvious, needy throb against you, the front of his sweats already starting to feel damp where you were grinding on him.
He looked away again, eyes flicking toward the ceiling like he was praying for strength. His jaw clenched so tight the muscle stood out sharp.
“I said no,” he growled, the words rough and final, but there was a crack in his voice now. Something breathy and uncertain that told you his wall was starting to crumble, even if he didn’t want to admit it yet.
You didn’t pull back. Instead you rocked your hips again, slower this time, letting him feel every inch of how wet you were getting just from teasing him like this. Your fingers kept playing with the hair at his nape, gentle and coaxing, while your mouth hovered right by his ear.
“Please, baby?” you whispered, soft and sweet and a little pleading, the way you knew got to him every time. “Just once. I’ll go so slow. So much lube. I’ll make you feel so fucking good you’ll be crying for it. I promise.”
He groaned, head tipping back against the headboard with a heavy thud, the sound low and frustrated in his chest. The strong column of his throat stretched out, pulse jumping visibly under his skin.
You felt the way his hips twitched beneath you, cock throbbing harder against the front of his sweats like his body was already betraying every stubborn word that came out of his mouth.
“You’re really not gonna let this go, huh?” he muttered, voice edged with that familiar mix of annoyance and something deeper he didn’t want to name.
“Nope.” You smiled against his skin, leaning in to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the underside of his jaw, then lower, right over the racing pulse in his throat. You felt it jump hard under your lips, warm and frantic, and you sucked gently, letting your teeth graze just enough to make him hiss.
“You’re just scared it’ll feel too good,” you whispered hotly against his throat, lips brushing with every word. “Scared you won’t be able to pretend you don’t want it. Scared you’ll end up begging me to fuck you deeper like the sweet boy I know you can be.”
Jimmy’s hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as a low rumble vibrated through his chest. His cock jerked sharply against you, the wet spot on his sweats spreading wider.
“I ain’t scared,” he growled, the words coming out strained. His voice cracked just a little at the end, and you felt the way his thighs tensed under you, the way his cock gave another involuntary, needy throb right against your pussy.
You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, cupping his face with both hands. Your thumbs stroked slowly over his cheekbones, feeling the heat of his flushed skin and the way his jaw clenched tight under your touch. His dark eyes were stormy with pride and stubbornness.
The curiosity was clearly winning even if he didn’t want to admit it.
“Oh yeah?” you teased, tilting your head. Your thumbs kept stroking his cheekbones, holding his face steady so he couldn’t look away. “You ain’t scared? You sure about that, baby?”
Jimmy opened his mouth. You could already see the comeback forming on his lips, jaw flexing like he was about to double down.
Before he could get a single word out, you slid a hand down between you. Your palm pressed firmly against the front of his sweats. Right over the thick, throbbing outline of his cock. The fabric was already soaked through at the tip where he’d been leaking for you. You squeezed gently, letting your fingers mold around his heavy length, feeling it jump and twitch desperately against your palm.
Jimmy’s breath hitched hard. A sharp, involuntary sound that cut off whatever he’d been about to say. His hands flexed tight on your hips, fingers digging in like he couldn’t decide whether to yank you closer or push you away.
His cock throbbed again under your hand, another hot pulse of pre-cum soaking through the material as his hips jerked up once, helplessly into your touch. You smiled knowingly, still palming him with firm, teasing strokes while you kept your other hand cupping his flushed cheek.
“It’s okay if you’re nervous. I’m right here. I got you. I’ll be so slow and gentle. Just me taking care of my man the way he deserves.”
Jimmy's eyes fluttered, a low groan escaping him. His hips rocked up again into your palm, chasing the pressure even as his pride tried to hold on. You could feel how badly he wanted it– the way his cock was throbbing wildly under your hand, the way his thighs trembled beneath you.
He stared at you for one long, heavy second. His dark eyes glassy and conflicted, breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
Finally he let out a defeated breath, shoulders slumping as the last of the fight drained out of him. Just as you knew it would.
“Alright,” he muttered reluctantly, barely above a whisper. “One time. That’s it. But you better stop the second I say.”
Your heart jumped, a bright rush of excitement flooding through you. You leaned in and kissed him hard, pouring every bit of hunger and promise into it. Your tongue sliding against his, hand still palming his aching cock through his sweats.
“I promise, baby,” you whispered against his lips when you finally pulled back, forehead resting against his. “I’ll make it so good for you. You’re gonna be such a sweet boy for me.”
Jimmy exhaled shakily, eyes dark and a little wild as he stared at you. His cock was throbbing so hard beneath you that you could feel every pulse through the front of his damp sweats, the fabric clinging to the thick head.
But he didn’t stop you. He didn’t say no again.
You kissed him once more. Slow. Deep. Reassuring. Pouring every bit of promise into it. You sat back on your heels between his spread thighs, looking down at him with a soft, expectant smile.
“Good boy,” you murmured, voice sweet. “Now go get the things for me.”
Jimmy blinked, confusion cutting through the haze for a second. “What?”
You tilted your head, still stroking him lazily through his sweats, feeling the way his cock jerked and leaked another hot pulse against your palm. “The strap. And the lube. Go get them for me, baby. I want you to bring them to me.”
His jaw flexed hard. For a moment you thought that stubborn pride of his might flare up one last time– the way his shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowed like he was about to argue. But then his cock gave a violent twitch under your hand. Jimmy let out a rough, defeated breath, his ears burning red.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, voice hoarse. But he was already moving.
He slid out from under you, big body reluctantly climbing off the bed. You leaned back on your hands, legs spread lazily, and watched every second of it. The way his broad shoulders stayed tense, muscles flexing as he walked across the room. The heavy, flushed outline of his cock was impossible to miss. The head was so swollen and shiny with pre-cum that it left a visible wet patch on the fabric every time it throbbed.
You bit your lip, heat pooling low in your belly at the sight. He looked so big and embarrassed, ears burning red as he walked across the room with that obvious bulge bouncing heavily in his sweats with every step.
Jimmy stopped in front of the dresser. He stood there for a long second, staring down at the open drawer. His cock gave another hard, visible twitch against the fabric. Finally he reached in, pulled out the sleep black strap-on and the large bottle of lube. He just… held them. Staring at the items in his big hands like he still couldn’t believe he had actually agreed to doing this.
You moved back to sit against the headboard, and patted the spot on the mattress between your thighs.
“Bring them here, sweet boy.”
Jimmy’s ears burned even redder as he walked back to the bed. He climbed up and knelt in front of you, holding the strap and lube out to you like an offering. You took them from him, set the lube beside you, and held the strap up so he could see it clearly in the low lamplight.
“Look at you,” you cooed, voice dripping with praise. “Going to get everything I need so I can fuck you nice and deep. Such a good boy already, Jimmy.”
His breath hitched hard. He didn’t answer, but his cock gave another desperate twitch inside his sweats, a bead of pre-cum soaking further through the fabric.
You smiled wider, reaching out to cup his flushed cheek with one hand while the other stroked slowly along the strap.
“Such a good, sweet boy,” you whispered again, thumb brushing his bottom lip. “Now lay back for me. Let me take care of you.”
You spent the next half hour prepping him. Slow, patient, and so fucking thorough.
Jimmy was flat on his back again, knees bent and spread wide, those gray sweats shoved down just enough to free his cock and expose his tight, untouched hole. The fabric bunched around his thick thighs, dark and soaked at the front where he’d been leaking for so long.
You knelt between his legs, bottle of lube in one hand, the other stroking soothing circles over the inside of his thigh.
“Relax for me, baby,” you whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crease where his thigh met his hip. “I’ve got you. We’re gonna go so slow.”
You poured a generous amount of lube onto your fingers, warming it between them before you reached down and brushed the slick pad of one fingertip over his hole. Jimmy tensed instantly, thighs twitching, and a low, uncertain grunt escaped him. His long hair spilled messily across his forehead and into his eyes as he turned his head sharply to the side, trying to bury his face in the pillow.
You smiled softly, reaching up with your clean hand to brush a few damp strands away from his cheek.
“Don’t hide from me,” you murmured, kissing the inside of his thigh again. “Let me see that pretty face while I open you up.”
He let out a shaky breath, but he didn’t turn back. Instead he brought his arm up, draping it across his eyes like he could block out the embarrassment even as his cock twitched hard against his stomach.
“Easy,” you cooed, kissing his stomach, then lower, right above the base of his cock. “Just one finger to start. You gotta breathe through it.”
You circled his rim slowly, teasing, letting the lube warm him and slick him up before you pressed in. One finger, gentle and caring, slid past that tight ring of muscle. Jimmy’s breath hitched sharply, his hole clenching hard around the intrusion.
“Fuck— that feels weird,” he muttered, voice strained, one big hand fisting the sheets beside him.
“I know, sweet boy,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh while you held still, letting him adjust. “But you’re doing so good already. So tight for me. Just relax and let me in. I promise it’s gonna feel better in a second.”
You kept your finger there, not moving. Just letting him get used to the stretch while you stroked his cock with your other hand– painfully slow, lazy pulls that had more pre-cum spilling over your fingers and dripping onto his stomach.
When his breathing evened out a little, you started to move. Gentle, shallow thrusts, crooking your finger until you found that soft, spongy spot inside him. The second you brushed it, Jimmy’s whole body jolted.
“Oh shit–”
His arm slipped slightly, hair falling back over his eyes as he tried to hide again, but you caught the way his mouth fell open on a wrecked sound. His cock jerked hard in your hand, a thick spurt of pre-cum shooting across his stomach. His thighs trambled slightly on either side of you, hole fluttering around your finger.
“Right there?” you whispered, rubbing his prostate again, firmer this time. “That’s your g-spot, baby. Feel how good it is?”
Jimmy’s head turned further into the pillow, long strands of hair sticking to his damp cheek as he tried to muffle the broken moan that escaped him. “Fuck, yeah… That– that feels–”
You smiled against his skin and kept working that spot, slow and steady, while you added more lube and slid a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch made him groan, but he didn’t pull away. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary rock down onto your hand, chasing the pressure even as he muttered, “shit still weird as hell…”
“You’re taking it so well,” you praised, voice soft and warm as you scissored your fingers gently, opening him up. “Look at you… my big, strong man letting me finger his tight little ass. You’re so good for me, Jimmy. So fucking pretty like this too.”
By the time you worked a third finger inside him, pumping them steadily and curling them right against his prostate with every thrust, Jimmy was panting. His chest heaved, sweat sliding down his temples. He kept trying to hide. His arm was still draped over his eyes, his face turned into the pillow. But his hips had started rocking down onto your hand despite himself, chasing the overwhelming pleasure.
His cock was leaking a steady, messy stream onto his stomach now, the head flushed dark and shiny, twitching every time you hit that spot. Broken little moans and gasps spilled from his mouth, muffled against the pillow, his usual deep voice cracking as the sensations built higher and higher.
You leaned down and kissed his stomach, then his hip, murmuring praise against his heated skin the whole time.
“That’s it, sweet boy… look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. You’re doing so good. Taking three fingers. I can’t wait to watch you take my cock.”
Jimmy whimpered, high and desperate, thighs shaking as he rocked harder onto your hand. His long hair fell messily across his flushed face when he tried, and failed, to hide how badly he needed this.
You kept going slow and deep until he was a panting, leaking, trembling mess beneath you. His hole was stretched and slick and fluttering greedily around your fingers. His arm was still slung over his eyes like he could somehow protect what little pride he had left.
You finally eased your fingers out carefully, watching the way his hole clenched around nothing, already missing the fullness. Jimmy let out a soft, broken whine at the loss, the sound raw and needy at the back of his throat.
His cock was an absolute wreck. Throbbing visibly against his stomach, the thick vein running along the underside pulsing in time with his heartbeat. The head was so swollen, leaking a steady, glossy puddle of pre-cum. Every time his cock jerked, another thick bead would well up at the slit and drip down, adding to the mess.
You sat back between his spread thighs, heart pounding with excitement, and picked up the strap-on from where it laid beside you on the bed.
“Time to put this on me, baby,” you said softly, holding the harness out toward him.
Jimmy’s arm stayed draped over his eyes. He didn’t move.
You reached up, gentle but firm, and tugged his arm away from his face, exposing those glassy, overwhelmed eyes. His cheeks were burning a deep, humiliating red that spread all the way down his neck, his lips parted on shaky breaths.
“Look at me, sweet boy.” You cupped his jaw with one hand and pressed the strap into his other palm. Your thumb stroked slowly over his bottom lip. “You’re gonna put this on me by yourself. I want my good boy to do it. You gotta buckle it nice and tight so I can take good care of you.”
Jimmy’s breath hitched hard. His eyes flicked down to the strap, then back up to your face. Shame and raw need spread further across his features. He tried to duck his head again, but you kept your hand on his jaw, holding him still.
You stroked his cheek with your thumb, voice dropping softer, coaxing. “Come on, Jimmy. Be my sweet boy. Put it on me. But I mean, you don’t have to. I don’t have to fuck that needy little hold of yours. I don’t have to be inside you anymore.”
He swallowed thickly, throat working. For a second you thought the stubbornness might win again, but then his cock gave another helpless twitch against his stomach, and he let out a shaky breath.
With trembling hands he took the strap from you. You lifted your hips so he could slide the harness up your thighs. His fingers fumbled a little as he buckled it around your waist, pulling the straps tight until the thick cock jutted out heavy and glistening from between your legs.
When it was secure you cupped his face again, forcing him to look up at you.
“Good boy,” you praised, voice dripping. “Now beg. Tell me how bad you need me to fuck you. I won't do it if you don’t.”
Jimmy’s breath shuddered out of him. Strands of hair stuck to his sweaty skin as he stared up at you with glassy, desperate eyes. His voice came out barely above a whisper.
“Please…” he rasped, the word trembling. “Please fuck me. I-I need it. Need your cock in me, please…”
You smiled proudly, thumb brushing his bottom lip again.
“Louder, sweet boy. You just sound so pretty when you beg for it.”
Jimmy’s ears burned red, but he swallowed hard and tried again.
“Please fuck my hole. I want– want it so bad. P-Please fuck me.”
You leaned down and kissed him deep and messy, rewarding him, then guided him back down to his back. You hooked your hands under his thighs and pushed them up and apart, throwing those big, powerful legs over your shoulders.
The position nearly folded him open completely. Ass tilted up, hole still shiny and fluttering from your fingers, cock leaking steadily against his own stomach.
You lined the thick head of the strap against his stretched rim and pushed in slow. The fat tip pressed against his hole and Jimmy’s eyes widened, his mouthing dropping open on a shocked gasp.
“Fuck! Wait– that’s–”
You paused immediately, one hand stroking his thigh while the other held his hip steady. “Breathe, sweet boy. You’ve got to breathe for me.”
He took a shaky breath, chest heaving, but he didn’t tell you to stop. He tried to turn his face into the pillow again, but you cupped his jaw and kept him looking at you.
“Eyes on me, baby,” you whispered, pushing forward another inch. The thick head popped past his rim and Jimmy let out a guttural moan, thighs trembling hard over your shoulders.
“Oh shit… It’s so– so big,” he rasped, voice cracking.
You kept going, inch by thick inch, until the harness was flush against him and the strap was buried deep in his ass. Jimmy’s head fell back against the pillow, long hair splayed across the sheets. His eyes were glassy and unfocused as he panted through the overwhelming stretch.
You stayed still for a moment, letting him adjust. Then you started moving. Slow, rolling thrusts that dragged the head of the strap right over his prostate with every stroke.
Jimmy’s whole body shuddered.
Desperate moans spilled from his mouth. His hair kept falling into his eyes and sticking to his sweaty cheeks every time he thrashed his head against the pillow. You watched him try to hide again, one arm starting to lift toward his face, but you caught his wrist and pinned it gently to the mattress beside his head.
“No hiding, sweet boy,” you murmured, fucking him a little deeper, a little harder. “I want to see how pretty you look taking my cock.”
Jimmy whimpered, high and broken, hips starting to rock down to meet your thrusts, unable to control himself. His cock was leaking everywhere now, a steady, shiny mess across his stomach and hips, the head flushed dark and angry as it throbbed untouched.
You picked up the pace, angling your hips so the strap dragged right over that perfect spot with every snap. Jimmy’s moans got louder and needier.
“More, please! Fuck me harder— please fuck me—”
You leaned down, folding him even more, and kissed him deep and messy while you pounded into him.
“That’s it, baby,” you panted against his lips. “Such a good sweet boy for me… begging so pretty with my cock in your ass. Just how you’re meant to be. Taking it so fucking good for me.”
Jimmy cried out, tears beginning to leak from the corners of his eyes.
“Please. I-I’m gonna— I’m so close. Don’t stop please. I need— need it.”
“Cum for me, sweet boy. Cum with my cock buried in your needy hole. Show me how good it feels.”
Jimmy’s back arched hard off the bed, a broken cry tearing out of him as he came untouched. The sound was raw and shattered, ripped straight from his chest like it hurt and felt too good at the same time.
His whole body seized, muscles locking tight as thick, heavy ropes of cum painted his own chest and stomach in messy, pulsing spurts. Some shots landed so high they streaked across his collarbones and the base of his throat, others pooled in the grooves of his hips, sliding down his sides in warm, glossy trails.
His cock pulsed violently against his stomach, each powerful contraction forcing another thick spurt out of him while his hole clenched and fluttered around the thick strap.
He was a sight to be seen.
Damp strands of hair plastered across his flushed cheeks and forehead, sticking to the sweat and tears on his skin as his head thrashed against the pillow. His legs shook over your shoulders, thick thighs trembling uncontrollably, toes curling as wave after wave crashed through him.
You kept fucking him gently. Hips rolling slow and deep so the strap kept dragging over his prostate, drawing his orgasm out as long as possible.
Your mouth found his neck, kissing and sucking fresh marks. Then you moved to his jaw and his tear-streaked cheeks, murmuring soft, filthy praise against his overheated skin.
“That’s it, sweet boy. Give it all to me. Look at you cumming so hard just from my cock in your ass… such a good boy, Jimmy. My perfect, sweet boy. Did so good for me…”
Jimmy whimpered and sobbed. His hole kept clenching rhythmically around the strap, milking it like he never wanted it to leave. Another weak spurt of cum leaked from his spent cock, sliding down his length as the last aftershocks rolled through him.
You slowed your thrusts even more, fucking him until he was limp and heavy underneath you. Only then did you ease the strap out of him slowly, mesmerized by the way his stretched hole clenched again, quickly missing the feeling of being full.
Jimmy looked up at you with those wet, fucked out eyes. His lips were swollen and parted, cheeks flushed dark, tears still clinging to his lashes. He looked so completely ruined and so damn beautiful that it made your heart ache.
His voice came out scratchy and unbelievably quiet.
“C-can we do that again?”
You smiled, soft and warm and full of love. You leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, brushing the damp hair away from his eyes with your fingers.
“Anytime you want, my love,” you whispered against his skin.
“Anytime.”
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KINKTOBER DAY 27 — NOBODY ELSE.
summary: blurred lines, cause duh. why not?
warnings: explicit sexual content, #possessivejey, car sex, spit play, degradation, toxic dynamic, manhandling, and allat other good stuff. MDNI!!!!
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You both were way too grown to be carrying on as childishly as you had been these last few days. Jey had been entertaining himself—laughing, joking, leaning a little too close to some girl you’d never seen before—and it rubbed you wrong. You weren’t his girlfriend, not technically, but the way you two behaved on most days, you might as well have been. Still, watching him turn on his charm so easily for someone else had you heated.
So, petty in all your right, you matched his energy. You’d both been invited to a party for mutual friends, and they’d brought along someone new. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t know about the blurred lines between you and Jey. Truthfully, you weren’t even sure what to call it yourself, so in your mind, you were just a single woman having a conversation. Where was the harm in that, right? Was it a little flirty? Maybe. Did you let him buy you a drink and keep smiling in his face all night? Maybe. Did he keep his hands on your waist and keep you close? Maybe. Was every bit of it intentional because you could feel Jey’s eyes burning holes into the back of your head from across the room? Absolutely.
But, he shouldn’t have started it and you wouldn’t be in this mess now.
It was almost amusing how the moment you slipped away from the party to grab a breath of fresh air, he followed. Not the guy whose name you couldn’t remember and had been smiling at all night, Jey. He caught you before you even made it to the door, his heavy hand catching your wrist as he pulled you back and into the wall as if he owned you. You let out a soft huff, eyeing your reflection in the mirror on the opposing wall before rolling your brown eyes. “You think I didn’t see you?” He asked, causing your brows to furrow in confusion as you looked up at him. “Saw me…?” you said, frowning. He sucked his teeth and shook his head. “I don’t even know why I’m doin’ this shit wit’ you, you always buggin’.” You laughed, a dry one as you reached up and mushed him right before moving your hands back to smooth down your dress.
You knew that was part of the reason he was irritated too. The dress you wore clung to you, hugging every curve you carried and leaving little to the imagination. Knowing him, he probably knew you didn’t have anything on under it and that ignited the fire in his little chest even more. The simple idea of you letting somebody else touch you how he would, infuriated him. Welcome to the fuckin’ club.
“It’s so funny that you have an attitude when I watched you float up and down the last party with that girl and you didn’t say anything to me,”
“That’s different.” his jaw clenched, lips twitching as if he wanted to laugh and that made your blood boil. “Different how!?” you shot back, stepping into his space as if he wasn’t a foot and a few inches taller than you. “You can play Mr. Smiles and Jokes, like a fuckin’ comedian all day, but the second I talk to somebody else it’s an issue? You just reminded me that we’re single, and I’ll be damned if you think I’m gonna sit and wait for you to decide what you wanna do. Move, Joshua.”
He didn’t. Just as you expected. He was as stubborn as he was fine and you hated him for it. Silence lingered between you but you weren’t backing down, he wasn’t about to get away with anything anymore. But suddenly, a cheshire smirk spread across his face; one that made you want to slap him. “You talk too much, you got panties on?” you opened your mouth to speak, but the follow-up question caught you off guard so much that you just glued your glossy lips back together. “Exactly.” Jey said, reaching for the door and opening it as he took your hand into his and guided you out of the party. “You mine. Always been.” He stated plainly as you followed him into the parking lot.
You snatched your hand away from him, walking with your arms folded against your chest, looking like the spoiled brat you were. Once you reached his car, he backed you against the door before you could even try to stop him, he had you cornered, technically centered, between his big arms and he lowered his face down to yours. His lips finding the softness of your neck and ear with soft kisses. “How long you plan on being mad at me? You don’t think it’s crazy to be smilin’ in another man’s face like that when I ain’t seen you in days? Smelled, touched, or tasted you? Knowing you came out here in this tight ass dress, no draws on… you must want me to fuck you up.”
You were fighting so hard against yourself as you stood there, arms still crossed, but your manicured tips sinking into your upper arm was a means of you grounding yourself. “You had no problem doing it first.” You said, biting back a moan. Jey’s hands slid down to your waist then ass, squeezing your cheeks with a greedy grip as he pulled you forward against the bulge in his sweats, making sure you felt him. “Worried ‘bout the wrong shit, focus.” He uttered as he smacked his hand down on your fat ass and pressed the lock button on the key fob before holding the back door open so you could climb in. You resisted at first, but he gave you a look that told you he wasn’t playing games right now and reluctantly, you climbed in the backseat of his truck. He stopped you right before you could get all the way in, smacking your ass as it popped up in his face; making you yelp and hurry inside.
The backseat had been utilized before, but you hadn’t actually realized how spacious it was until now. Seeing this big, solid ass six foot two man settling comfortably in the seat beside you. What you hadn’t realized until now was that the seats were already pulled up and when you first got here, they were in their normal positions, so when did he run out to come do this and were you actually the intended target to have back here? “You must’ve had this ready to come fuck your bitch in here.” You uttered, arms crossed. “Cause it’s no way you knew you was fucking me. Matter fact? Let me out. Unlock the doors.” Jey didn’t do anything other than blink at you and pull his sweatpants down. He grabbed you by the front of your dress and pulled you into his lap. You fought against him for a bit, bit his lip when he tried to kiss you, clasped your inner thighs to make sliding between them that much more difficult, but it all was just making you wet. Something about the way he manhandled you.
“Stop fuckin’ playin’.” He growled as he widened his legs, ultimately making you collapse on his dick. The action caused you to cry out. He was so big and thick all around that taking this monster was something you needed to prepare for. It felt like he was splitting you open from the inside and all you could do was sit there for a moment. “I fucking hate you,” you gritted, mushing him in his face again. That was something you knew he hated, but right now you didn’t care. Amidst the pain, your pussy was slobbering. So happy to have her daddy back home. “Yeah, yeah. Shut the fuck up and bounce. Or do I need to roll down this window and call ol’ boy to show him how you ain’t shit but a slut?” He leaned forward, pulling the front of your dress down so that your breasts spilled out; he spit on them, before smearing the spit across your nipples as he held them in both hands. Your body reacted before your mind could, sinking into his lap until you bottomed out. “Yeah, that’s right. A greedy slut who gets an attitude when she can’t get her fuckin’ way,” this was your shit. Jey made your love for degradation show its head and it was so hard to hide since then. “Instead of talking like a fuckin’ grown-up, you wanna let some nigga touch on my shit?” You could hear the frustration in his voice, even as he lowered one of his hands to cup your ass cheek. You bounced, slowly at first. Each time you met at the middle, your ass collided against him lap with a steady clap. Your hands planting on his chest as you tried to hold yourself up, but his size and stretch was making your thighs stretch. Jey sat back against the seat, one arm hooked under your thigh and the other gripping the back of your neck to keep you close. “That’s it,” he muttered, his voice low and husky. “Act grown on this dick since you know so fuckin’ much.” He squeezed the back of your neck and began to fuck you from under. There was limited space in the back, which meant there was limited space between your bodies, so each time he sent his hips up, you yelped; he was hitting spots he hadn’t touched before, tapping your cervix, earning the wealth of cum that was spilling in his lap.
Your palms flattened against his chest, then your manicured tips curled into his shirt, digging into the fabric as you tried to find a rhythm that would disrupt the despair and delusion he was trying to fuck you into. But it was useless because every time you lifted, he met you with a sharp thrust. One that would force out a whimper, moan, or some other guttural sound that you didn’t think he deserved. The truck was full of the wet sounds of your cunt and the light breathless noises you hated to give him.
“Say somethin’ now,” Jey whispered, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your plump ass, guiding you up and down like you were a toy he’d paid for. “Talk that same shit you was talkin’ inside, baby. Tell me how single you are.” He pulled back, sending a jagged thrust into you that sent your head falling backward, a moan ripping out of your throat. He dragged you back down by your neck until you were nose to nose. “Nah, look at me while you ride me.” Your lids lowered, staring at him through slants as he fucked your soul. “This what you wanted, ain’t it?” He smirked something devious. “Foamin’ on my dick like a greedy bitch, uh huh. I know.” His mouth hung open, you felt too fuckin’ good. You were stupid as fuck if you believed he would let you go. “You squeezin’ the fuck outta me, mama. What’s that about?”
“I fuckin’ hate you,” you managed to whimper out, broken, but you got it out. “Say it louder while you creamin’, just don’t stop riding this dick.” And you listened, collapsing in his lap, with loud, wet, and obscene claps. “Listen to that, sound like some shit that belongs to me and nobody else. Sound like she know who the fuck she belong to, you the only one not being compliant.” He was fucking you now, hard and rough, possessive. The truck rocked under you, glass fogging up, one of your hands went to the window, using it for balance while praying silently that the force of your hand against it didn’t shatter. He gripped both your cheeks in his large palms, your breathing hitched as he grinded in your walls. “Open up, take all this dick, bae.”
Jey thrusted up, a handful of brutal thrusts. “Fuck—,” he growled, his jaw tight, his eyes boring into yours as his body went rigid under you, then he came, spilling inside of you while holding you down on his cock. He didn’t pull out right away, instead, he let your body fall into his and hissed as you rolled your hips into him, milking him of every drop he had to give. His hand on the small of your back, where he gently caressed while kissing your temple. “You can go back to smilin’ in that nigga face now if you want. It’s my kids runnin’ down your thighs, you leavin’ wit’ me tonight anyway.”
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I want need to be under him
Him after every time we…oh let me get off here.
LMFAO
@uceyliyahh @nayys-world
life was fucking me so i’m fucking back! here’s shy gf x gooner!jimmy :)))) randomly came up w this after hearing him say “they call me big jim for a reason”
you were sitting in the chair, your legs parted just enough to let him settle between them, his body relaxed on the floor as his wrist rested against your thigh while your tongue peeked out in concentration. you slowly, carefully dragged the head of the comb from the tip of his nose through his scalp. the teeth gliding softly against his hair as you worked, parting it with a gentleness that didn’t match the slight tremble in your hands.
you smacked your lips, leaning forward a little, squinting at the line you’d made. it wasn’t straight…not even close.
“ugh! i thought it was straight!”
“what’s wrong, baby?” he says, starting to turn his head, but you immediately guide him back into place with a soft hand.
“don’t move,” you huff, nudging him forward again before sighing. “your part is crooked and it looks ugly!”
“it’s okay, mama.”
“it is?” you ask, still frowning, your eyes hyper fixated on the part as he nods.
“don’t worry abt that, babygirl. you good.”
your fingers brush over the part again, tracing the soft zigzag of it, “but… what if it looks weird? like… what if the part is… curvy and it’s just…”
“this dick got a curve,” he says casually, like he’s talking about the weather. “would that bother you?”
you’re not sure if he’s serious or playing so your head tilts, like a puppy trying to make sense of a sound. “huh?”
“you upset over the part being crooked… but if i was inside of you, would that be an issue too?” you get what he’s trying to say, but it’s still a terrible comparison.
your fingers tap lightly against his shoulder as you think, “hmm, well…it depends…”
he turns, watching you now.
“…does it curve to the left or the right?”
a slow grin tugs at his lips, “you wanna find out?”
you can’t say you accomplished his hair, but he is proud of you for allowing your curiosity to get the best of you. your inquisitive yet naive question is what got you in the deck chair position. your legs pulled tight to your chest, hooked loosely over his shoulders as he hovers over you. his hands come up, cupping your face as he presses slow kisses across your cheeks, your temple, and the corner of your mouth. you let out a shaky breath, “it’s t-t-too…too biggg!”
“make room for me, baby.” he leans back slightly as he replies, his hands slipping from the back of your head. one settles against your hip, holding you in place while the other drifts to your clit. his fingers are tapping and petting it as a quiet breath leaves your mouth, your fingers tighten around his biceps. jimmy, himself, lets out low moans of approval as he spreads the top of your folds and rubbing gently against your clit.
“c’mon, wet this dick up…it feel good?”
you answer him with the softest little whimper, embarrassed almost as soon as it leaves your mouth. if anyone else ever saw you like this, you think you’d die on the spot. but this was jimmy, he makes you feel so safe.
his middle and ring fingers are slick w your wetness as he pressed down to apply a little pressure so he could feel your sensitive clit pulsing under his fingertips. “wanna try again, ma?” he suggested as a gentle reminder before he made you cum too early.
he could see the gears in your head turning, you wanted him so bad, even if you’re too timid to say. he pulled his fingers away, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucked them clean. he began easing you into the deck chair position again, his forearms rested beside your head while your knees stayed tucked close to your chest.
you couldn’t help but think of how he made you feel so good with just his fingertips. and while his hands rested behind your head, your mind thinks of what’s to come while you’re pinned under him.
his mouth finds your neck again, sucking and kissing the delicate skin there as he slowly rocks into you. he uses this moment to assess your comfort levels… the louder your moans got, the deeper he went. the more your eyes rolled, the harder he rolled his hips.
he keeps hitting those nerve endings inside of you, brushing against that sweet spot effortlessly. there’s your answer, like it’s come full circle. it curves just right, it doesn’t take long before you’re overwhelmed by it. he doesn’t let go of you, holding you close as he keeps punching that same spot again and again.
“…plea, pleaseeee! baeeee,” you cry out, clinging to him. your fingers are desperately grabbing at his arms, his back, anything to hold onto. his pace made your hands slip lower down his forearms, your grip getting weaker by the second. one of his hands stayed tangled in your hair while the other gripped your throat.
“mhm, you like that? that curve hitting yo spot, mama?” he smirks, squeezing your neck just a little harder before finally crashing his mouth against yours. you pulled away first, soft broken sounds falling from your lips that sounded like his name. his soft belly pressed against your lower belly as he coaxed an orgasm out of you.
you pout, a shaky whine falling from your lips. “i’m…i think…i-“
“i know, gimme that nut lil mama”
the wind is knocked clean out of you as your legs clamp around his neck, he keeps you close as he tells you how much he loves you.
then, he reminds you you’re still finishing his hair after this.
I loveeee bicep
