to ride [ jaime preciado ]
i’ve never posted fanfics on here before but i caved tonight. this one is already on my wattpad, and i lowk liked this one the best so i decided to post it on here rather than the other ones :) with time i’ll maybe make more depending on how people react and stuff.
At shows, on camera and in interviews... to his family and friends and everybody in between.
But touring can get lonely. Lonely in all kinds of ways. And stressful, yes, very stressful.
So he often likes to take this out on something. Whether it be the occasional sport, or taking a fourty minute shower... (because yes, that worked.)
But his favorite way was with you. His girlfriend.
You were unlike anything and anyone he'd ever had. Effortlessly beautiful and you always supported him with every little thing he did. Since you had a job, you mostly missed out while he was around the world touring but occasionally you managed to come with, (which helped him a ton) or popped in at the occasional home show. He loved that about you. Your dedication.
But he especially liked the way he could do whatever he wanted to and with you without any protest, or the way your eyes glazed when you were desperate. Sometimes getting you off solely was enough to get him off, too. He even enjoyed it when you cried.
Well, in select events, of course.
Tonight was one of those nights. He and the guys needed to get this single out at a planned date, but Jaime was sick as a dog at the beginning of the week and stayed home so he could rest. At least, you were persistent that he rested, but he still wrote down bass lines or sniffled his way into your at-home studio and played a couple riffs to send to the guys.
But Jaime felt bad. He was worried he was holding the band back and overthinking that he'd maybe end up delaying the single's release date since he wasn't there, helping out his friends and everybody else. He needed a stress reliever, y'know?
His favorite form of relief was to watch you get off. Especially when it was because of him.
You made a little midnight snack platter, kind of like a charcuterie board, while balancing two glasses of pretty decent wine that you both enjoyed on either side, traveling slowly back to your room where Jaime sprawled on the bed, flipping through channels and trying to find a good movie or show to watch.
Jaime grinned and made more room for you rather than sprawled out in the center. "Hey, baby."
"Hi," You said, taking note of his messy hair and lack of clothing on the upper half, nearly knocking over the little tray as you set it down on the bed.
"Looks good," He noted slyly, leaning over to check out all the stuff. As he moved, you watched the covers strain right over his waist and hips, deep-cut v-line peeking out at you. He snatched a little block of cheese and ate it. "What are you feeling?" He asked, breaking any and every thought that ran in your head.
"Huh?" You heard it, but didn't quite listen. You peeled your eyes upward finally to see him smirk knowingly.
"I asked what are you feeling?" Jaime repeated, acting oblivious. "To watch?"
"Oh, I dunno." You shrugged, moving in closer beside him, setting your wine glass at the nightstand to your right. "Well, preferably nothing horror."
"Not in the mood? Hm." Jaime's head fell back at the headboard as he sighed. His muscles visibly relaxed, chest and arms, all of it. "There are... Documentaries, that stupid airport show, Grey's Anatomy..." He named off multiple things, but none seemed so right in this distracting environment. "Oh, and a Christmas movie." He blurted.
"What?" That broke you out. "It's like... June? How is that recommended?"
Jaime shrugged, biting at his bottom lip before reaching down for another snack off the platter. "I'm feelin' it, don't know about you."
"That's fine, then." You grinned, cheers-ing a little cracker and dip with him.
You both snacked for a little while, watched the movie and relaxed in each other's presence. He was obviously feeling better- congested, a little, but not enough to be contagious. Selfishly, you enjoyed getting to pamper and hang out with him. Sometimes he could get so into the music and things that he wouldn't come home until later- much later. But he always made up for it with a nice dinner or just generally prioritizing you all night.
"This is cute," Jaime mentioned after a while, pointing down at the long, black and lacy nightdress you had on. It wasn't the grandma-ish kind, for sure. "When'd you get it?"
"I've had it, I've just never remembered." You said, heart jolting as his hand brushed up from your waist, across your stomach a little and up to your shoulders, where the laced straps were. "You like it, I assume?" You bit out, feeling immediately flustered and turned on.
"You know I do." He said absentmindedly, eyes flicking between your chest and your face.
The look in his eye sent shivers through your body, making you swallow hard as he trailed his fingers over your body, over and under the sheets. You couldn't bring yourself to feel ashamed at how quick he could turn you on. It was perfect every time. he could be an excellent tease when he wanted to be.
"Y'know, I actually think I'm feeling much better." Jaime said cheerily, hand laying at rest on your thigh.
"Yeah. I talked to the guys and said I'll be back on Monday."
"Very." He sipped his wine. "I doubt they can function right without me."
While you were happy for him, you couldn't help but feel the jealousy or sadness of knowing he'd have to go back. It would mean less time together, and although he'd be happy and you'd be happy for him, things just wouldn't be the same.
Jaime noticed the look on your face. "What's the matter?" He asked softly.
"Oh, nothing." You waved it off. "It's just gonna be more... uneventful, here at home."
His eyes lit up. "So you're basically saying you'll miss me?" He asked cheekily.
You rolled your eyes. "Yes, like usual."
"Aww, you sap." Jaime leaned over and pecked you on the cheek. "I'm sure you'll be able to keep yourself busy. Plus, I won't be gone all the time. The album will be done sooner once I'm there, then you'll have me all to yourself."
"For like, three weeks! Then you go on tour again." You couldn't tell why you were complaining. Usually you were pretty neutral about it, knowing he was having fun and making others happy. This time it was different... probably because he'd been stuck at the house with you for so long now.
"Three weeks is a while. Plus, I wanted you to come with this tour, remember?" He asked. He gripped the little snack plate and moved it swiftly to the floor. With the free space, he moved in closer. "We talked about it a little bit ago. You said it should work out."
"That's... true." You said cautiously, pressing two fingers to your temple. "I guess I forgot about that. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, baby." Jaime said. "It'll be fine. We have another day alone, including tonight..." His voice trailed off softly as he looked at you.
You snuck a little glance at him again. He watched you quietly. You both grinned at the awkward silence. The tension had been there that night, same with the past few nights he was sick. You two had never got the chance to...
"What are you suggesting?" You offered shyly.
Jaime's hand rode up your thigh and to your other hip, gripping you in that hard way you enjoyed and pulled you even closer to him. Your lips met his, softly at first, until he didn't let you pull away for several long moments as it heated up between the two of you.
He managed to nip at your bottom lip before delving his tongue into your mouth, pushing and moving against yours and tasting you, humming a pleased tone into your mouth as your body twitched and ached to be closer to his. His other hand reached up to the back of your neck, pulling at the sensitive hair enough to hurt.
Swiftly, he shifted up from his spot and slid over you, still under the covers. You felt his cock brush against your thigh as he settled above you, already hard, and your legs spread almost instinctively to give him more room.
He moved from your mouth down to your neck, across your collarbone and brushing his lips against the lace top of your nightgown. Jaime's free hand touched and groped at one of your tits as he moved down, fingers moving over the silky material to feel and pinch at the nipple.
Your eyes shut blissfully as he kissed and felt around your body. Soon he was gone beneath the covers, outline of his body underneath and head between your legs. He lifted the end of the nightdress up until about your stomach, then pulled your panties down just enough. You couldn't see it, but knowing it was happening beneath the sheets was enough to make your heart race. You felt him lick lightly below your belly button.
The second you were bare, you didn't have enough time to process before his tongue drug slowly over your slit. Your back arched at the sudden and hot sensation, one you'd missed for so long.
Jaime pushed his warm, wet tongue between your folds again up until it swirled and circled your clit. His hands kneaded against your thighs, pushing them until they locked on either side of his face. That was the part he liked most, especially when you'd tremble.
You panted, whispering his name under your breath. You felt him angle his head, hair brushing against the inside of your thighs as he moved for a better position to keep swirling his tongue over your clit. He spread apart your legs only lightly while using his thumbs to pull your folds gently apart, far enough to spread you wider.
His tongue darted out and pushed into you, warm and squirming uncontrolled, searching for the places that made you twitch and moan.
Jaime could've done that exact thing for hours- teasing and moving in and out, expertly. But he knew you and especially your body and needs. He also wanted more than anything to fuck you, but the thrill of this was making him hotter already.
Jaime switched between forcing his long tongue in and out and tasting at your clit while putting two fingers out and up until they reached your lips. You knew this ritual already. He parted them on his own, reaching as far as he could into your mouth with his two fingers. You wet them without question, moving your tongue over and between, feeling his callouses, too. He even reached far back enough to make you gag slightly.
He pulled his face away from your pussy, bringing his hand back.
Shakily, you took the covers with one hand and pulled them back enough to see the dark outline of his face. Your hand instinctively touched into his hair and pushed eagerly as he was already sinking back down, eyes locked on yours for as long as possible. Without notice, he pushed his fingers inside all the way to the knuckles, no warning.
Your head fell back again, legs tightening and clasping around his head as he worked. Jaime's long fingers curled up harshly, starting at a quicker pace without even beginning slowly to let you prepare. You clawed at his shoulders and felt a shiver run through his body.
You ground your hips up unintentionally with each twist and curl he made. Jaime's other hand gripped your ass to keep you up. With the better exposure, he drug his teeth gently over your clit, putting it between his lips and sucking to make you cry out loudly into the room. You spotted him grinding and humping against the mattress below you, making deeper and breathy sounds against you.
"Jaime," You gasped his name, craving the approaching orgasm like a madwoman.
"Mm," He pulled his face back to look up at you, fingers still moving without fault. "Yes, baby?"
"I know, honey." Jaime cooed quietly. "I'll make you come, don't worry... but you need to work for it, first. You'll do that, right?" He mumbled it in the same soft tone that always drove you crazy. No matter the situation, you always listened, shamefully obedient.
When his eyes searched you for an answer, you nodded. But he pulled his fingers out of you quickly, making you whine.
"You can do better than that." He said coolly.
"Yes, I'll do it." You groaned.
"There you go." Jaime smirked, leaning up on his elbows. He flipped around, adjusting until he was on his back. He leaned his head far back to see you. "Up, to your knees."
You huffed slightly, leaning forward until you were at your knees on the mattress. You didn't notice the position until he pulled you down by the hips, now practically sitting on his face. You gasped, hands falling to hold at his chest or stomach or wherever you could reach.
Jaime groaned beneath you, the sound hot enough but also sending light vibrations against your sensitive core.
His tongue darted back out and into you, tasting and feeling at the new position. Jaime pulled back just enough to speak, a little muffled, "Ride my face, baby."
You let out a near pathetic sound, feeling desperation coat every sensible thought in your mind. You sank and began to grind down against his mouth at the same moment his tongue flicked at your clit. His long arms reached up to grope at your breasts, feel at your stomach and thighs and anywhere he could reach blindly.
Ahead of you, through fluttered and blinking eyes, you saw the noticeable tent in the sheets. You reached out boldly, palming the tip, near salivating at the thought of it in your mouth. Jaime bucked into your touch and whined softly beneath you.
The pleasure he gave you and the sweet sounds he made were just enough to send you into an orgasm. Your eyes rolled, legs trembling around his face as he fumbled to hold you steady. You ground down further into his face, and he never faulted, helping you ride it out.
Jaime pulled back when you were finished with a little gasp-sound, lifting you up slightly and off him to breathe.
Breathing shakily, you twisted to see his face, lips and chin a little wet. Your heart raced when he flashed that smirk.
"Good girl." Jaime cooed, palming your ass with one hand. He held you there, braced above him, as he slid up more behind you, cock out from the covers and pressed against your sensitive pussy.
You felt him lean to your ear before he whispered, "Now ride me."
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