hii i love ur fics sm!! ik you’re doing kinktober atm but if you’re taking requests i am DESPERATE for some jaime fics💔if possible could you do a ftm!/masc!reader with soft dom!Jaime where there both been pining for each other for some time and them both being totally oblivious to each others feelings, and finally end up going at it at a party or something like that 😭 if you don’t do ftm! reader that’s cool^_^ please and thanks!!
Spilt beans
NOT proofread
Warnings/tags: ftm reader, reader has had top surgery but still has a vag,(does that make sense?) p in v, slight public (bar bathroom), sm era, reader is ptvs drummer, use of protection (dont b silly wrap that willy!!) mutual pining, "I love you"s after sex, just fluffy smut
The music pounded in your ears as you gave it your all for this last song, using up every drop of energy you had left for a strong finish.
The 4 of you all gathered at the front of the stage for the final bows and giving out your picks or drumsticks, standing next to your best "friend" Jaime.
His arm sliding around your waist instead of your shoulders, a tingle in your chest erupting from the touch.
You turned to him after the bows, giving him a small hug, pulling away, hoping the lights would hide your slight blush. Little did you know Jaime was thinking the same thing.
You both spun around, walking away from each other like middle schoolers who had hugged for the first time.
***
You mindlessly wandered around the after party in the sweaty bar, sipping a drink and waving to people whose names you had definitely forgotten.
Eventually, you made your way back to your band and found Jaime with some chick, nodding and smiling while she talked. His hands were on her hips, and hers were on his shoulders. You felt sick.
Walking out of the cramped bar and breathing in the fresh crisp air was like a system restart. You pulled your cigs from your pocket and lit one up. A long, comforting drag from it, setting you at a gentle ease.
You ran a hand through your hair, someone clearing their throat snapping you from your trance. "Yknow... Those destroy your lungs." Jaimes voice echoed from next to you. You nodded.
"I know." You blew the smoke away from his face. "I'm trying to tell you to stop." He raised a brow, plucking the barely stared cig from your hands and throwing it on the ground, stomping on it.
"Yknow if you keep doing that, you might lose a hand." You rolled your eyes, the taste of smoke lingering for a while after. The two of you stood outside, leaned against the wall.
You felt a hand brush yours, looking down to see Jaimes pinky brushing yours gently.
You side eyed him before looking back into the dark night sky. It had to be at least 2 am.
You let his hand brush yours once again before grabbing it and intertwining your fingers. You guys held hands all the time, not like it was anything new. You held hands while on roller coasters, in haunted houses, during scary movies, but it always sparked a little fire in your chest.
The two of you sat in silence for a bit, basking in eachothers presence. Every now and then, you would look over and stare at Jaime, wondering what he's thinking about.
"I see you looking at me." Jaime broke the silence. Your face reddened, and your eyes snapped away from him. You took a small peek to see he hadn't looked away from you.
There was something in his eyes that you couldn't put your finger on. It wasn't happiness or sadness. So what was it? You continued staring into his gentle gaze, like a hypnotized man.
Love. The look in his eyes was love. Was it the girl? You felt saddened by the discovery. Your feet shifted, and you looked at the ground, ripping your hand from his and stuffing your hands in your pockets. "What's wrong?" Jaime asked, a small look of hurt crossing his face.
"Nothing." You mumbled. "Is this about the girl I was talking to?" Jaime sighed, "I don't like her, I'm just being nice." You huffed at that. "And being nice consists of holding her hips while she's deathly close to your face?" You scoffed.
"She was drunk, I didn't want her to throw a fit." Jaime tried to reason. "Sure." You grunted, turning your head away. "Why are you so worried about who I'm talking to anyway?" Jaime also stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"Because." You mumbled, "Because?" Jaime asked. "Because I like you! Because I've been in love with you since you joined this fucking band!" You snapped. "What..?" You wouldn't look at Jaime.
"There, that's why I'm so obsessed with who you talk to." It wasn't even the confession that was the worst part, it was the silence that came after.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Jaime broke the silence. You didn't respond. "I'm not mad, y/n- I like you too. More than a friend." Jaime slid his hands in your hoodie pocket and grabbed your hand. You slowly turned to him.
"Can I kiss you?" He had a sheepish smile on his face. "Fuck you" you bit back a smile before grabbing his face and smashing your lips on his.
You were like a starved man, kissing him like you hadn't been in years. After you pulled away, you both let a sigh of relief like boulders had been lifted from your shoulders.
Nobody said anything, Jaime just slowly pushed you back onto the wall and pressed your lips together, pinning you between him and the wall. You gasped for air between kisses, almost feverishly needing his lips on yours.
You pulled away, and he dragged you back inside the bar, knocking on the men's bathroom before shoving inside and locking the door behind you two.
You were begging for this to be more than just a bathroom makeout.
The years of tension had finally snapped, turning into something more greedy. Your hips met the edge of the sink, grinding down on Jaimes' hips in return, a groan leaving you both.
"I need you so bad right now.." Jaime muttered, his voice low and needy. "Then have me," you mumbled back, sighing as his hands slipped down to your jeans belt, pausing as he looked at you for permission. "God yes -" you pleaded.
He continued and undid your belt, shoving the pants down to above your knees. A low hum left you as goosebumps appeared on the newly exposed skin, shifting in your place.
"Do you really want to do this?" Jaime muttered, one hand on your hip, rubbing the elastic of your briefs. You nodded with full honesty. "Words y/n I need words." Jaimes eyes deep into yours, like they were lost at sea.
"I do want this. I want you, Hime." You shivered as he shoved your briefs down and pulled his down after. He reached around and pulled you tight against him as one hand gently ran its fingers through your folds, teasing your entrance. "We don't have time for this..." You squirmed against him.
"Fine," he sighed, spitting on his hand and rubbing it on your entrance. He grabbed his wallet from his pants and pulled a condom from it, ripping it and placing it on himself.
"I'm gonna go slow, okay?" He lined himself up with your entrance, the tip pressed against you. Your head nodded frantically, needing him inside you already.
Gently, he pushed in, filling you in a way you hadn't felt in forever. You braced yourself with the sink, head hung low between your shoulders.
A small moan left your lips as he pushed inside your hole, breath hitching and bearing the sweet pain of the stretch that was his cock. Jaime muttered sweet nothings to himself as he bottomed to the hilt inside you.
He gave you a minute to adjust before slowly pulling back and pushing back in, a huff leaving you as you clamped your eyes shut. "You alright..?" Jaimes breathing just as ragged as yours.
A nod from you gave Jaime all the information he needed before he started to pick up the pace, his dick reminding you what it was like all these years.
Your back slightly arched as you whined and moaned beneath him, your legs wobbling and your hips hitting the sink.
"Holy... Shit.." You whimpered, open-mouthed panting, letting every sound slip from you.
Jaime mumbled about how handsome you looked, seemingly never tearing his eyes away from your face in the cruddy bathroom mirror that was covered in graffiti.
You bit your lip as a knot formed in your stomach, your hole clenching down on his cock.
"You close already?" Jaime giggled. "Shut up, it's.. It's been a while.." You mumbled the last word as you gave up on trying to speak as his dick grazed your g-spot, a spark of pleasure blooming everywhere.
You cursed under your breath, grasping the bathroom sink and moaning, your knees feeling more jello-y than before as the knot tightened in your stomach.
"Gonna cum.." You warned, breathing becoming more labored and hoarse. You pleaded with who knows as you reached your edge, a cry so pornographic leaving your mouth as your orgasm crashed down in waves of pleasure on you, legs twitching, hips stuttering, the works.
Jaime groaned out a moan and bit his lip, and shot his load into the condom. He gently continued to rock into you through both of your orgasms, a sigh leaving both of you.
Jaime pulled out, disposing of the condom and grabbing some paper towels, wetting them, and cleaning you with gentle touches.
"Y'know.. Its sorta a compliment that you finished quickly, not even I knew I could be that good." Jaime joked.
You rolled your eyes and pulled your briefs and pants back up. "Right." You chuckled. "What?" Jaime huffed, pulling his own pants back up.
"You know.. I love you right? Is that weird to say romantically now?" Jaime asked, checking his hair in the mirror. "Well.. I mean what are we now?" You hummed, quickly checking over your appearance in the mirror too.
"Whatever you want us to be, boyfriends, friends, friends with benefits.." He trailed off, not seeming to like that last one.
"How about.. Boyfriends?" You casually offered. "I'd be fine with that." He nodded along.
"Me too." You nodded in return.
"I love you."
"I love you too"
IM BACK FROM THE DEAD! No but in all seriousness if you didn't read my last post I give a short explanation on why. But hopefully I can keep writing, even when my school starts back up (on break atm) and doesn't take up ALL my time. Hope this was a good enough apology for the hiatus .