Discord (OLD) Thread || Quentin and Jaycee
Discord thread featuring: Quentin and Jaycee @jayceelynd
When: December 24th, 2020 (christmas eve)
Description: Quentin goes over to Jaycee’s to wrap christmas presents and they end up distracting each other from their holiday blues.
Tw: SMUT!!!
Jaycee. Jaycee was buzzed, while she packed both of her bongs, a few of her bowls, along with rolled blunts. Today was a day she tried to forget and honestly wasn’t sure if she was going to make tomorrow. Knowing she had family, but they didn’t want her or love her for that matter. But this time of year it hurt, so raw with emotions. Thankful she saw Q in the chat when she did, or her spiral could have ended badly. Hearing her doorbell she fixed her sweatpants material shorts that matched her off the shoulder sweater. Her hair wasn’t even brushed yet, she went to speak and hiccuped and closing one eye. “Well okay I guess I’m not allowed to say I’m glad you’re here.” She faintly laughed, offering to grab some of his things. Patiently awaiting to jump into his arms and wrap herself around him. She needed to just be held and feel the warmth of his scent right now. “You’re such an amazing friend, please never change.” She whispered into his neck, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.
Quentin. Quentin was oddly sober considering what day it was. But that was all gonna change real fast. He had been lucky enough to keep himself busy with other things all day. But now that the day was coming to an end, and he was about to be on his own. It was all about to hit. Thankfully he and Jaycee always had each other though. They spent almost every Christmas ever together since they met, and it never failed to lift his mood. He let out a laugh as she pulled her door open and hiccuped, shaking his head playfully at her. “Started without me. I see how it is” he teased. Handing her some bags before following her inside and putting the rest down. Not waist it a moment longer before swooping her up into his arms. “So are you, doll. You know you always got me. That’s definitely never gonna change” he assured. Kissing the top of her head as he set her back down.
Jaycee. ”Listen, I apologize.” She laughed softly, squeezing high tightly before he sat her down, clearing the living room floor with music softly playing in the background. Wanting to make room for them when he was ready to wrap. “You know I wouldn’t want to spend this day with anyone but you. I’m here, Romeo.” Hiccuping she burped at the same time. “What the fuck was that.” She hiccuped again, with her hand on her chest giggling before she plopped on the couch, patting for him to come sit with her, his drink already made and doubled at that. “I love you Q..” she grabbed his free hand and hugged it. She really did love him, how could she not love someone who got her and was there for her no matter what. He was one of her best and dearest friends, someone you cherish and make sure is solid too.
Quentin. Quentin laughed at how cute Jaycee was being right now. She wasn’t even meaning to be cute, but it was that type of cute you only see when you really love somebody. “No need to apologize, darlin. You deserve to be as drunk and cute as you please today and every day” he beamed. Taking a seat beside her on the couch after watching her clear the area on the floor. “I love you too” he giggled. Watching her hug his hand before leaning over to rest his head on hers. “You’re so cute right now. You know that?” he asked with a huge smile. Lifting back up to grab his drink and down more than half of it to catch up with her. “So... you wanna get wasted and wrap presents first? Or should we get right into smoking all this weed and make out until we can’t breathe?”
Jaycee. Humming at him assuring her she was fine, she did fucking deserve to let loose and have some fun. Especially right now, this time of year sucked big time for them both, so why wouldn't they get lost and go crazy. "I am noooot" she playfully smacked his chest at him saying she was being cute right now, snuggling into him as he leaned his head against hers. "Who say's we can't smoke while wrapping, and drink. Then we can make out until we can't breathe, but we both know it's not finishing at kissing." Booping his nose as she looked at all the gifts that needed wraping. "I have some cute gift bags and tissue paper you can use to cut down on the time as well." she winked, she honestly just wanted his lips on hers, but she told him they'd wrap gifts so they were going to do what needed to be done first.
Quentin. “Yes you are” he laughed again as she booped his nose. “....and I’m pretty sure no one said we couldn’t do that. But, I’d much rather leave the wrapping til the end.” He grabbed his drink that she had made for him and downed in all in one go. Hissing slightly from the burn before wrapping his hand around hers. “Come’re... “ he beckoned, pulling her into his lap. He placed his hand onto the side of her neck and let his thumb caress her jawline. “Oh, we are definitely not stopping at kissing.”
Jaycee. Both of her hands sliding up his forearms, reaching his wrist as she smirked. “We both know that if we don’t wrap those gifts, we’re not going to want to afterwards.” Of course she wasn’t even thinking of wrapping gifts right now. Not when Quentin was demanding of other activities to follow. “Have we here been able to stop at just kissing?” She asked while running the tip of her tongue under his top lip, before pulling it between her teeth. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?” Jaycee breathlessly whispered against his lips, a shit eating grin spread over her lips.
Quentin. To be honest, Quentin didn’t really care if the gifts got wrapped or not. He could always wrap them in the morning if he needed to. Or hell, just throw them in gift bags like Jaycee suggested. With the way her tongue was tracing up beneath his top lip, he could hardly focus on any of that right now. “Oh fuck that.. I am definitely not changing my mind” he informed. Lifting her up and laying her back onto the couch as he pulled himself over her. Using his knee to part her legs for him before pressing down onto her and connecting their lips in a heated and aggressive kiss.
Jaycee. Jaycee spread her legs for Quentin, when he pushed his knee between her thighs. Giving him room, only to feel how adamant he was about not changing his mind. Sliding her hands up and under the back of his shirt, her nails raked down from his sculpted shoulders to cup his firm ass. Needing to pull him in closer, pressing her warmth against his cock. Jaycee slid her hands over his hips, while her fingertips ran over his defined abs, letting her nails graze every now and then. Wanting him to feel pain and pleasure as she couldn’t get enough of his lips, or his taste. “How about you unwrap a present then?” She bit at his lips, soft laughter mixing into their kiss.
Quentin. The sexual tension between these two was definitely at an all time high tonight. Maybe it was because of their shared pain, or their deep personal connection. But right now, it didn’t really matter. They both wanted to feel good, to feel better, and what better way was there for them to do that than to have sex? Quentin didn’t even hesitate when Jaycee asked him to unwrap a present instead. Pulling up from her tiny frame to remove his shirt and then leaning back over her to discard of hers as well. His lips instantaneously connecting to her breast as he worked on getting his pants undone. It was like he couldn’t get them both undressed fast enough. But before he knew it they were both laying naked and he was hovering over her with a burning desire in his eyes. His cock rubbing pleasurably along her hot wet folds as his hand moved to grab her face. Kissing her breathlessly as his hard lustful breaths echoed through her mouth.
Jaycee. frantically she was trying to help him undress himself and her as she groaned as his lips closed around her breast. Hissing once they were finally skin to skin, his cock was literally throbbing against her swollen clit and silky wet and warm folds. Growling with a grunt at how devouring delicious their kiss was, it was as if they were craving and starved of each other for years. It has always been that heated with Quentin and Jaycee, always hungry for rough passion, or just plain rough and raw fucking. Sometimes mixing the two was hours of pleasure. Her right hand grabbed his jaw, letting her nails sink into his cheek, opened mouth as she rolled her pussy over his cock at her entrance. Not letting him slide in just yet, grunting at her own frustration. Then again she was being greedy at watching and hearing him as she rolls her hips against him with more pressure. Her body shook, with quivering anticipation of what his next moves were. “I can fucking feel your clock throbbing, fuck Quentin..” she moaned as she could feel the thumping while it matched her own throb of need.
Quentin. The sounds coming from Jaycee right now we’re vibrating throughout his entire body and straight to his cock. It was like he absolutely could not get enough of her as they kissed each other hard and fervent. “Ughh baby” he whimpered softly as she rolled her hips against him. The definition in his arms highlighting his muscles as he held himself over her and fought against the burning urge to take control. He really wanted to take his time and enjoy this. To make her feel better than she had in a really long time. His lips moving to her neck as he bit and sucked lustfully at her salty skin. “God, you’re so fucking wet” he moaned against the trail of wet kisses he left along her neck. His hand moving to grip at her hair as the other gripped the back of the couch. “Fuuu..” he moaned again. Jerking his hips in just the right way to slide into her as he pushed his entire way against her.
Jaycee. Jaycee could honestly spend the day just admiring how beautiful Quentin was, taking in how rigid and bulging his defined muscles were. Her trembling hands shook as she rand them over his arms, knowing he was fighting to control himself. Sliding her hands over his shoulder to run her fingers through his silky soft hair, not knowing what she needed or wanted in life. But right now, in this minute it was just the two of them in the throes of sticky hot passion, a need to finally have one another. Looking up into his blue eyes as he got a grip on her hair, panting with a burning need. Choking out as he finally sank his entirety so fucking deeply imbedded in her wet silky walks. “Oh, god.. yesss.” Hissing at the pain, biting down as he skin only to growl as she tasted saltiness off his skin. Slowly her hips rocked, rolling her tongue up the vein bulging on the side of his neck. One thing she loved about Quentin is he never cared if he left his mark or was marked by a loved. Something they both enjoyed doing. “Fuck, I missed feeling you so fucking deep!” She moaned breathlessly, adjusted to how stretched he had her she raised her hips more taking more of him if it was even possible.
𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ There was a connection between Jaycee and Quentin that neither one of them could really ever explain. Their bodies craved to be touched by one another. Their lips always craving just a bit more each time they came together. Maybe that was why Q liked to take his time with her. His hips moving with a slow grind as he pushed his entire length into her. “You feel so fuckin’ good baby” he moaned out with a whisper. His lips moving to her neck as he sucked a small bruise on to the space above her collar bone.
Jaycee. Jaycee’s rolled hips against his as Quentin’s body grinds into hers. The angle her hips were due to the couch, caused for him to hit deep and almost pass out from the intense pleasure. “Oh, Quentin” she moaned brokenly, breathless as she bit down on his shoulder as she knew he was leaving his mark on her. Jaycee would always crave him, something she gave up fighting a long time ago, in a cave somewhere on a beach. Holding onto him as she accepted the rhythm he created. “You always feel so fucking good, fuck.” Running her hands down his back, letting her nails sink to the flesh of his back.
𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ Sinking his entire length deep into Jaycee’s core, he could feel her walls clamp around him. His mouth gaping open with a pleasurable gasp as he started to rock his hips back and fourth. “Mmm... shiiiit” he hissed as he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder. His hips involuntarily thrusting harder and faster from the pain mixed in with the pleasure. She always knew exactly how to touch him to really get him going and he couldn’t resist it. His hand moving to grab her face below her chin as he pressed his fingers into her face. “You like that baby” he asked with a heavy rasp to his French accent.” His thrusts hitting deep against her g-spot as he leaned down to crash their lips fervently together.
Jaycee. Jaycee swore she tasted blood from how hard shit bit down on Quentin. It would be the first time one of them have marked one another. But he stretched her so fucking painfully good, how could she not return the painful pleasure to him. Her teeth clenched as he grabbed her face, cupping her jaw, while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Fuck yesss..” she hissed, as every powerful thrust he hit her g spot she gasped as if he was knocking her breath away. “I fucking love it.” Roughly she kissed him back with an animalistic need. Growling through a moan as she held onto his ass with one hand and the other making a tight fist in the other. “You wanna break me?” She was hungry for raw passionate deep hard fucking.
𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ God! She was so fucking sexy like this. Her body practically caving to his every touch as he continued to pound deep and hard into her core. “Yeah you do. You love this cock don’t you baby” he growled against her mouth. Pulling back just slightly to hook his hands around the back of her knees. Pushing both her legs forward to get a much deeper angle as he picked up his rhythm. “Oh fuuuu-“ he growled through his gritted teeth. His hand gripping so hard at her legs he was sure he was gonna leave a mark. “Ughh.. baby. You’re so fucking tight” he moaned erotically. Leaning into her to drape her legs over his shoulders as he wrapped his arm beneath the small of her back. His other hand gripping the back of the couch as he practically jack hammered into her.
Jaycee. Jaycee loved how much he loved to fuck her, it was an addiction she had that she never wanted to kick. “I love your cock.” A sharp gasp, she inhale while moaning loudly at how deep he was. He was so fucking sexy when he was lost in the throes of pleasure, taking his pleasure with knowing he was driving her to the brinks of passing out from how deep he was. “Fuck!..” she grunted as he jack hammered his cock deep within her soaked walls, Jaycee sank her nails into the back of his shoulders. “Yess.. you love fucking this pussy don’t you baby?” Leaning her head up to bite and suck on his neck before slowly running the flat of her tongue up the center of his neck. Grazing her teething hungrily over his chin before she found his lips, moaning loudly into his nought as she tasted him.
Quentin. Jaycee was without a doubt, the only woman Quentin ever felt like he could completely let go with like this. His thrust pounding so deep and hard into her he was sure she was going to be walking funny when they were finished. “God, fuck yes. I fuckin love your pussy baby” he growled. His teeth clenching as he pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her knees. “Don’t cum baby... not until I tell you to” he demanded. Slamming his hard throbbing cock back into her throbbing pussy without an ounce of hesitation. His fingers wrapping firmly around her neck from behind as he yanked her head back to sink his teeth into her jawline. “Mmmm” he growled from the pit of his stomach as their skin slapped together so beautifully. He was so close himself but he honestly didn’t want this to end.
