never wanna lose me? ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
WC: 6.5k • olympus arc, established relationship, switch! jamie (leans dom), switch! tian (leans sub), safe sane and consensual, p in v (unprotected), oral (m! receiving), fingering, handjob, body worship, dacryphilia, praise kink, breeding kink (mild), tender sex, light overstim, aftercare, light angst, hurt/comfort • after officially announcing their relationship to the public, jamie is shaken by the backlash they receive. tian reassures him in more ways than one.
a/n: they both need that cookie. i've been working on this for like a year and i forgot abt it for like two months but i'm actually rly happy with this. shoutout to luciel for proofreading! divider is mine but is free to use! lowkey ib @leclercloveletters 's take on gojo bc i binged all their fics while writing the last part
“So, Jamie, what do you do for work?” Some foreign dignitary who Jamie absolutely doesn’t recognize smiles blandly, swishing his wine in its glass.
“I’m a freelance artist,” Jamie replies, mustering up as much cheerfulness as he can. “I work on commission, though I did do some graphic design stuff for a stint with Tian’s restaurant.”
“Tian?” The man raises an eyebrow. “Oh, that’s right. Your companion.”
“My girlfriend,” he emphasizes, quickly scanning the room to find that she’s at the refreshments table, filling up on free sushi. Good for her. At least one of them is enjoying their night.
He didn’t even really want to come to this stupid gala at this dumb fancy hotel, but his father’s position as…well…a god made it kind of necessary to make an appearance.
He’d give pretty much anything to be next to her right now, rather than mindlessly making small talk with socialites. Tian looks like heaven in pale yellow silk and gold jewelry, her hair in curly ringlets down her back. Jamie feels a sense of pride to look at her and know that he was the one helping her with her makeup, the one kissing her lipstick away (to ‘blot it’, he’d argued), and the only one who knows what she looks like underneath it.
“I apologize. I hadn’t realized that your affection ran so deep.” The ambassador nods in acknowledgment. “You two make a nice pair. She seems like a lovely woman.”
“I’m very lucky to have her by my side.” He glances back to her and smiles to himself. “She’s already my best friend in the world. I consider it a gift from fate itself that we’ve become more than just a partnership.”
“I assume it’s too early to be thinking about marriage?”
Are all Olympians this lacking in discretion?
“It’s something we’ve talked about, but we’re both quite young.” Jamie rubs absentmindedly at his ring finger. “For the immediate future, we’re taking it at our own pace.”
“And how are the gods taking your relationship?”
“I’m not sure I follow,” he replies, though he suspects he knows exactly where this is going. He’s had to hear this whole spiel about fifty times tonight—how mortal heirs might complicate the line of succession—and he’ll brush it off as usual with a simple ‘that’s not your business.’
“I only mean that with the inferiority of her birth, I would assume you might have chosen someone better for your status.” The ambassador shrugs. “Although I suppose she jumped at the opportunity. Who wouldn’t want to be with a demigod?”
Jamie doesn’t think he’s ever been this stunned. What an incredibly rude, obnoxious, senseless thing to say. Who says that kind of thing? Who talks like that? What gives this stranger the right to insult the woman he loves? It makes his blood boil. He wants to yell and break things.
“I am not as shallow as you would believe,” he snaps. “Tian is my equal in every way that matters. I love her deeply, more than I’ve ever loved another soul. That is all anyone ought to care about.”
“I did not mean to—“
“No. You know exactly what you meant, and I will not stand here and allow you to tarnish her image in such a way.” He prods the man in the chest, stepping forward, grasping him by his expensive collar in a way that surprises even himself. “She loves me for who I am. You do not have to understand it, but I demand that you treat my partner with respect.”
They’re beginning to attract unwanted gazes. The ambassador rolls his eyes and breaks Jamie’s grip (with considerable difficulty).
“Perhaps you yourself are compensating for something in your anger,” he sneers. Jamie stumbles backward. “After all, you’re still mortal like the rest of us. You may be Camino’s offspring, but you’ll never hold the respect of the people. You’re nothing compared to those of us who were born great.”
“I think that’s quite enough,” a voice calls from behind them.
Jamie turns at the sound, his heart leaping when he sees Tian striding toward them, eyes blazing in anger. She takes his hand. Squeezes it twice.
“Tian,” he breathes. She’s ethereal, a white knight, a dove among sparrows.
“Who do you think you are?” Tian glares at the ambassador. “My boyfriend is the smartest, bravest, kindest man I’ve ever known. He’s never hurt a soul and here you are doing…what? Trying to look tough? You’re just a small, small man, trying with all your might to be big.”
“You speak a lot for a mortal with no power,” the man snaps. “Has no one taught you your place?”
“My place is by his side. I speak the truth. If you have a problem, go cry into your mistress’ lap. My partner and I have other plans at the moment.” She looks him up and down, scoffs, and loops Jamie’s arm through hers. “Come on, love.”
Jamie trails after her like an adoring puppy, blushing all the way out of the ballroom.
“Where do you want to go?” She leads him into the hotel’s elevator. “Back to the room?”
“That sounds good.” He watches her press the button, watches her rub her temple and sigh. She never yells, preferring to eviscerate her enemies in a vicious and even tone, but he definitely heard her raise her voice at that guy. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She nods as the elevator doors open. “Yeah, I’m good. I just need to cool off for a second.”
“Thanks for standing up for me,” he says once they reach their hallway. He pries the door to their hotel room open and locks it shut behind them. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t handle it on my own.”
“Baby, look at me.” She smiles, stroking his cheek with a soft hand. “I’ll always be there to back you up, just like you did for me.”
“He just—“ Jamie groans. “He got under my skin, you know? Like, I don’t care what he says about me, but that stuff he said about you? I could’ve killed him, I swear to God.”
They both kick off their shoes so hard that they clatter on the carpet, but they can’t really find it in themselves to care.
“People like him are always going to judge us, Jamie. I’m a commoner. My parents disowned me. I cook and write stories for a living.” She shrugs. “It doesn’t matter to them which college I went to or how much you love me. Some people just won’t ever accept me. I’ve made my peace with that.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
“How are you feeling about it?” Tian squeezes his arm. “I know you said you don’t care, but I feel like maybe that was an understatement.”
“I don’t need anyone’s approval to be happy.” Jamie stares down at his hands. “It’s just—it’s really hard, you know? Like, I want these people to like me. I want to feel like I’m part of my dad’s family, but I don’t fit in with this kind of society.”
“Is there something else?” Tian moves to sit on the bed, patting the spot next to her and urging Jamie to sit down. He does, swinging his legs over the bed and settling into her side so they’re both resting on the pillows.
“Look, you have to understand that I don’t agree with him. He’s crazy and rude and I think he’s an idiot, but it really shook me when he said that you were only with me because my dad’s a god.” Jamie shook his head. “I know you love me, and I love you too. I’m just in my head about it, I guess. I don’t want to project my insecurity onto you.”
“You’re not that kind of person.”
“Maybe I am,” he breathes, shivering. “Maybe I’m just that selfish. I only care about what I want. I never think about others like I should.” He glances to the little bullet scar on Tian’s shoulder. She has that because of him. Because he made a bad choice all those years ago. “But you’re so good to me in spite of that, and I feel like I’ve been so ungrateful to you, and I’m really sorry.”
When he breaks, it’s silent. His eyes well with tears, his bottom lip trembling as he tries to hold back his sobs. He can’t look at her. Can’t bring himself think about her face right now, because the guilt is too much. She’s perfect and kind and beautiful, and everything he’s not. She doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t deserve someone who’s so weak and selfish that he can’t even—
“Jamie.” She lifts her hand, fingers sliding along his jaw as she moves his head to meet her eyes. “Are you serious right now?”
Her arms wrap around his neck, drawing him into a tight hug. Tian feels so good, so comforting that Jamie wants to melt into her. She’s rubbing his back, pressing kisses into his hair, a healing balm even to the worst of burns.
“I love you so much, Jamie. I love you exactly as you are. Do you hear me? You don’t need to change.” She strokes his cheek, wipes a tear away. “You don’t have to prove yourself to me. I knew you were worthy of my love from the second I met you.”
“But I’m not who I thought I—“
“No. No.” Tian presses her lips to his temple. “Don’t give me that. It’s bullshit, and you know it. You’re selfless. You’re kind. You’re brave and smart and sometimes I wish you would prioritize yourself more, because you deserve everything.” Her fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer. “And I love you more than anything in the world.”
He takes a shuddering breath. His eyes drop to her lips, thumb coming up to run along her cupid’s bow.
“Can I kiss you?”
A soft ‘yes’, shining brown eyes meeting his. This is all he needs. She’s sweet and warm, so determined in her love for him. Jamie can’t remember a time where he didn’t dream about her. Even when they were kids, he used to come to school praying that she’d look at him. He’d glance at the door every time he heard footsteps, hoping that they would belong to her.
And here she is, smiling against his lips as she moves to straddle him. She breaks away for air, breathing hard, eyes hooded and dark as she undoes his tie. So tender. So good to him.
Jamie is a lost cause. He’s hopeless beyond belief. He never had a chance of holding back, never could have kept himself from loving her.
“F-fuck,” he mutters, rubbing his eye with his sleeve. “I look like a mess, don’t I?”
“You’re perfect.” She kisses his cheeks, his nose, her hands slipping under his jacket to push it to the floor. “And obnoxiously pretty.”
“Obnoxiously pretty or pretty obnoxious?” A sense of accomplishment fills his chest when she laughs and squishes his face between her hands.
“You tell me.” Tian unbuttons his shirt, slides it down his shoulders. Jamie feels lightheaded, giggling like a child as he slips the straps of her dress downwards. Her palms are soft and smell like some kind of sweet lotion. Coconut? Vanilla? Whatever it is, it’s his new favorite.
“Well, that’s kind of why I asked—“
“I think you’ve misunderstood me.” She sits up fully in his lap, one hand reaching down to just barely trace over the front of his trousers. Her fingers tilt his chin upward, a flash of amusement flickering in her gaze when his mouth drops open at the touch. “Say it out loud. Tell me you’re pretty.”
God, he makes him weak.
“I’m pretty.” He wraps his arms around her waist, shifting her from his thighs to his hips. She nods, urging him to say it again. “I’m pretty.” His skin feels like it’s been steamed.
“Good.” She pulls the neckline of her dress down, the entire number pooling around her waist. Jamie can’t help himself—his eyes almost hurt from how hard he’s staring.
He reaches out to touch her, testing the give of her flesh when his hand cups her chest. He’s meticulous in his experimentation. Tian is a work of art in and of herself. He’d like to leave his signature.
She bares her teeth and pushes into the hollow of his throat, biting and sucking and kissing every hurt, every tingle of his nerves when she grinds down on him. He gasps at the sensation of it. Being claimed, being wanted—it’s nothing short of exhilarating. He wants her under his skin, inside his ribcage, blooming in his throat like a deadly spore.
But he’ll settle for sneaking two fingers past her underwear.
“You’re so wet,” he mutters, and gathers a bit of her slick on his fingertips to make the glide against her clit smoother. “Did I do that?” Tian shudders at the feeling and kisses him, licking at his teeth, into the warmth of his breath. His hands are gifted, and she wishes this stupid dress weren’t in the way of her seeing the tendons of his arm as he caresses the sweetest parts of her.
“Feels so good.” She grinds down toward his hand. A quick glimpse at his focused face has her laughing, then gasping at how he rubs her harder. “You’re so cute when you do this.”
“What’s so cute about it?” He meets her eyes. To an outside observer, he’s just youthfully giddy, but Tian can see the wicked glint in his eye.
“You’re just so focused on making me feel good. It’s sweet.” Her hand palms him over his trousers. He moans against her neck, biting down on her collarbone to muffle the sound.
“I wanna make you feel good all the time,” he mutters. “Keep me inside you. Never let you go. I’d make you feel me every second of the day.”
His fingers scissor inside her like he means it.
They’re kissing again, Jamie being the one to pull her in this time. He tastes like wine and something sweet. It occurs to her that he might be tipsy and she breaks away for a moment.
“Fuck, come back.” He tries to pull her back, pouting when she just ruffles his hair. His thumb digs into her clit like he’s getting revenge. “Tian, just kiss me.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? Are you sober right now?”
“What, are you gonna ask me how many fingers you’re holding up?” Jamie teases. “I’m fine, I swear. I only had like one glass of wine.” He lifts an eyebrow. His fingers pull out of her core, and she mourns the loss. “Are you sober?”
“Stone cold.” She leans in for a kiss, but he stops her lips this time. She frowns and bites at his fingertip. He rolls his eyes and slips his hand back into her.
“Just so you know, you don’t have to ask me. I trust you. I know you wouldn’t do anything I don’t want to do, and I’ll tell you if something makes me uncomfortable.”
He presses a few kisses down her neck, marking up her collarbone before dipping his head to her breast. His hand presses up, rubbing slow circles into her sweet spot.
“I like asking you,” she retorts, a little out of breath. “You get all red and blushy.” His left hand comes up to cup her and she leans into the touch, letting her eyes fall shut when he runs a thumb over her nipple.
“I like it when you ask.” He kisses her slower this time. His lip trembles when she nuzzles into his neck. “No one ever bothered to ask me what I wanted. It means a lot to me that you care what I want.”
“Well, what do you want right now?”
“I want you to fuck me.” He guides her hand to his cheek. “Please.” She sees the redness in his eyes, his tongue still salty from tears.
“Oh, my baby.” She curls two fingers into his waistband. “I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna make you feel so good. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Please. I want that so much. I want you.”
Tian unbuttons his trousers, slips them down his legs along with his boxers until all that’s between them is the messy skirt of the dress around Tian’s waist. She shrugs out of it, falling a bit onto Jamie’s lap and laughing when he blushes. His hand moves deeper inside of her. He adds another finger and shivers at how she stretches around him.
Her lovely hand wraps around him, thumb swiping over his head in a motion that makes him clap his hand over his mouth. Tian frowns and repeats the motion, a bead of pre smearing onto the rest of him as she moves her hand up and down, up and down, her fingers never faltering. He remembers how she used to play the violin. Even when they were kids and he was flunking out of orchestra (no matter what his mother said, he was not made to play the piano), he’d still watch her hands dance along the strings for hours. Sometimes she’d stop playing Mozart and suddenly pick up a familiar melody that they both knew. Occasionally he would try to stumble along in a clumsy duet, but mostly he just enjoyed hearing her play.
He’s very grateful for the dexterity of her hands now.
Her movements cause her entire body to rock just a bit, just enough to get more and more of his fingers until he’s so deep that he can press a fingertip against her walls and make her whimper just from that.
His other hand gently pulls hers away from his cock, which makes her grumble, but he refuses to come before she gets to. Besides, he needs to focus on the task at hand.
“C’mon, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to her neck and strokes her again. His thumb rubs over her clit. She’s so wet that slick pools around his knuckles and slides down his wrist. “Come for me. Let me see you, yeah? You’ll look so pretty. I know you will, you’re already so beautiful. I know you’re gonna be so perfect for me, sunshine.”
Her entire body rocks forward when she comes. She’s soaking him, digging her fingers into his scalp and whimpering against his neck. He nods and kisses her hair, smiling against the soft smell of flowers that she always carries.
“I love watching you come.” His lips break into a grin. “I know you get embarrassed, but I think you look so sweet when you blush like that. Used to dream about stuff like this. I used to lie awake at night thinking about you.” A little kiss to the side of her neck. “I still never stop thinking about you.”
“You’re such a sap,” she teases, her eyes still a little unfocused.
“Only for you.”
“I was kind of hoping that we could make tonight about you. If that’s okay.” She slips off his lap and kisses him so quickly that he lets out a startled ‘huh?’ before she wraps a hand around him and lowers her head.
“Tian, are you sure? You don’t have to…”
“I want to, you dork.” Jamie turns bright red at how her cheek leans against his dick like she doesn’t mind it in the slightest, like it’s natural for her. “Now are you gonna let me suck you off or what?”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Of course, baby. You can do whatever you want to me.”
The glide of her fingers along his cock is almost too much to bear, and combined with the softness of her mouth, the flex of her tongue? Jamie is nothing. He floats on golden light. His blood turns to honey at her touch.
Tian closes her eyes and breathes carefully through her nose, but Jamie can see how much it’s affecting her to take all of him in. She’s so slow with it, taking her time, always making sure that he’s doing okay when she’s the one who should be taken care of. Jamie’s heart hurts a little every time he looks at her. His hands slip into her hair, not pushing or pulling, but gently guiding her to where he needs the pressure the most.
“Fuck, you look so pretty like this. All flushed and overwhelmed. You cryin’ a little?” Jamie wipes away the tear that threatens at her eye. Poor thing. “Breathe. I’m sorry. I know it’s big. But you’re doing really good for me, okay?” His hands cup her cheeks. He can feel himself sliding in and out of her throat. “Can you tap my leg if you can hear me?”
She flicks his knee with a determined expression on her face. Jamie smiles and caresses her cheek.
“There’s my good girl.”
Her mouth is so warm and wet, it’s taking everything in him not to fuck up into it and take what he needs, but this is how she wanted to do things. Even if she wants tonight to be about him, he has to let her do it her way.
And Tian likes to take her time.
Jamie shifts his hips—just to get more comfortable, he swears!—and jolts in surprise when Tian gags on his length. Tears spring to her eyes and she digs her fingers into his thigh and abdomen, scratching him up like a house cat.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, Tian, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” He pulls her off his cock and lifts her chin to get a better look at her. He pointedly ignores the trail of spit and pre that connects her lips to his head. “You okay?”
“I’m good, I’m good. I wanna keep going. I’m okay.” She wraps her hand around him and stares down at him with focus.
“Are you sure? Because we can stop if you need to—“
And Jamie doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because Tian envelops him in one swift motion, taking him until her nose hits his body, and he has to grip the sheets to keep from fainting. A desperate cry rings throughout the room and Tian is relentless, never stopping her ministrations, never letting him catch his breath. His hands scratch at her scalp and a little moan slips out of her.
“You do that so good, baby. Fuck, if you could just see yourself right now. Crying so pretty for me.” He gives her a smile that must look kind of insane, but Tian just gags on him again and rubs a circle into his hip, her eyes wild and wet. “You like it when I’m like this?” His thumb traces the corner of her mouth, where she’s stretched wide trying to take all of him. “You got me falling apart, sweetheart. Make me feel crazy with this mouth.”
Tian’s fucking drooling now. It pools on the crease between his hip and abdomen. It makes Jamie lose it a little, and he has to look up at the ceiling to keep from coming at the sight.
He guides her away from his length again, laughing at the pout on her face. She’s flushed and out of breath and grinning like she’s won the lottery.
“You gotta stop drooling like that or I’m literally gonna come.”
“Then do it inside me.” Tian flops off his lap and lies on her back on the bed. “C’mon. My mouth is great and all, but don’t you want a taste of the real thing?”
It takes him exactly half a second to process the image in front of him. Tian, sprawled out in their bed, naked and panting and looking up at him like he hung the stars. Her hair spreads out on the pillow like a halo, or perhaps the rings of Saturn. No heavenly body feels quite adequate to describe how radiant his girl is. It’s the easiest choice ever to go and kneel between her legs.
“I’d love a taste, actually.” He’s fully ready to lie on his stomach and make up for the dinner he missed, but Tian presses a hand against his forehead to stop him from moving. “Hey, I was gonna eat that!”
“Jamie, I really want you inside me. Can you give that to me?”
“Fuck. Fuck.” Jamie scrambles forward and kisses her like he’s returned from war. “You can have anything you want, baby. I’ll give you anything. I’ll give you everything.”
“Just give me your dick to start,” she teases.
Jamie blinks and laughs before he parts her knees and takes a long look at the cleft of her. His breath still hitches every time he sees all of her. It’s like the earthrise, but the joy of this is that he’s fully grounded. She keeps him grounded.
“So fucking pretty,” he breathes. “Is this all for me? You gonna let me have you?”
She nods and pulls him down, close enough that his sun pendant dangles from his neck and rests against her chest. Her lips are so close. Jamie doesn’t ever want to move.
He’s pressing against her cunt now, watching her lips part in preparation for it. She reaches up and cups his face, giving him a crooked smile.
“You’ve always had me,” she whispers. “You get every inch of me. Every cell in my body. Every touch, every breath—it all belongs to you.”
And he pushes in steadily, not slowly, only breaking eye contact to glance at the way her legs fall open. Like she’s already making room for him. Like she always did. Her chest rises and falls. She’s gasping, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Jamie’s not faring much better as he presses his forehead to hers. His arms shake around her once he’s fully inside her. He’s so deep that he feels her breathing around him. She’s trembling.
“F-fuck, Tian. You feel so good. So perfect inside.” He’s obsessed with it. Every little move she makes, every sound that escapes her lips…it’s his. He belongs to her. This, right here between her legs, inextricably tied to her, is exactly where he’s supposed to be.
“You can move,” she whispers. “Just go slow, okay?”
“Okay, baby. I can go slow. Whatever you want.” He starts to move, barely pulling out an inch before pushing back in, gradually moving more and more until he’s pressing against her spot with every thrust. Jamie likes to take his time. “Look at you. Sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” His brows furrow when he smiles again. “Are you okay? Do you feel good?”
“Feels so—sooo fucking good, Jamie, p-please—“ Her eyes flutter closed, head turning to the side as he fucks her deeper. She’s so embarrassed that it’s cute.
“No. None of that.” He reaches for her chin and tilts her head towards him. “You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you.” A particularly cruel press into her g-spot leaves Tian nodding and whining, her hand shaking as it comes up to cup his face. “It’s only fair, right? You’re so pretty, I could never look away from you.”
His hair’s tickling her face. She doesn’t seem to care. The pendants of their necklaces rest against each other. Sun and moon. Day and night. Him and her.
“You feel real nice inside me,” she admits, blushing hard under his gaze. “I-I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. You’re the only one.”
“Oh, sunshine.” He practically sings her little nickname as he drives his hips harder into her. “You don’t even know. Don’t even know how much I love you.” Jamie shakes his head. “It’s fucking insane. You make me so happy. I love you so much.”
She’s fucking warm inside, and wet enough that there’s almost no friction as he moves in and out.
“Love you too,” she whimpers.
There’s a little bulge in her abdomen. He pushes down on it experimentally, and it makes both of them gasp out loud.
“Holy fuck. Is that…is that me?” He scrambles up to his knees, accidentally jostling her again and making her moan. “That is me, isn’t it?” A second push confirms that and draws a second gasp from him. “Shit, I’m so deep in you. You feel me in here? Stuffing you full?”
“W-what are you talking about—oh, fuck—where are you?”
“Here,” Jamie mumbles. He pushes down on her stomach again, harder this time, and Tian practically screams. “Right there, baby. You feel that? That’s me inside of you. Keeping you full. Making you feel good.”
“I feel it, I feel it—“
“Yeah? You like it? You like how much I fill you up like this?” He laughs. “God, you can’t even look at me straight. Look me in the eye, sweetheart. C’mon. I know you see me.”
She sobs, but her eyes meet his through tear-clumped lashes. Jamie almost comes at the sight of it. Her hands reach up for him, cupping his cheeks and splaying her fingers along his jaw.
“Thereee you go. Isn’t that better?” He plants a kiss on her palm. “You look so pretty when you cry for me. Everything’s easier like this, isn’t it? You just lie back and let me take care of you. Don’t need to have anything on your mind but me, yeah?”
His head begins to spin when she digs her fingers into his shoulders. A soft uh-uh-uh drops from her lips every time he rocks into her again.
“You take it so well,” he coos. “I’m so proud of you, sunshine. You know that, right? It’s like you were made to fit me. You’re such a good girl. So bright and good.” He speeds up the pace a little. Every slam inside her brings him closer. “Can you say it for me? Say you’re my good girl.”
“It’s so embarrassing—hngh!” Tian sobs as he punches into her cunt, harder than any of the times before. He just tilts her chin up and smiles.
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie. Just say it. C’mon. Let me hear you. ‘I’m your good girl’.”
“I-I’m your good girl.” She hiccups between each word, raking her nails up his shoulder blades.
“Again. Louder this time.”
“I’m your good girl.”
“Again, baby. One more time. Please.”
“I’m your—fuck!” Tian’s back arches at a particularly harsh thrust, combined with Jamie cruelly tweaking her nipple. “I-I’m your good girl, baby…”
“That’s righttt, love. You are.” He kisses her gently like he didn’t just try to ruin her. “Look at you. You’re the prettiest girl in the world.”
“Jamie?” She reaches up for his face, pushing his hair back with her slender fingers.
“Yes, sunshine?” He closes his eyes to relish in her touch. “What do you need?”
“Wan’ you to come inside me.” Her heart leaps when his eyes widen. “Want it to fill me up. Wanna be yours.”
“Fuck, Ti.” Jamie reaches down to her ankles and slowly lifts them over his shoulders, the new angle pressing him even deeper inside her. “That what you want? Me filling you up? Dripping down your thighs?”
He’s fucking her like he’s gone insane, like he’s past the point of worrying about breaking her. Her thighs shake with each thrust now. She sobs at every tiny shift of him inside her.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps. “Please. Please, I need to come, I need to—“
“It’s okay.” He strokes her hair back as his other hand dips to her clit. “I’ve got you. I’m right here, sweetie. Give it to me. Make me proud, yeah? You can do it. I know you can.”
“I’m gonna—hic—gonna—“
Tian’s voice cracks around the last syllable as she shivers with the force of her orgasm. Her cunt tightens around him, drawing a strained whimper from his lips. She’s gasping for air and clutching tight to his forearm, her legs shaking on his shoulders. Tian is never quiet. She whines softly as Jamie slows his pace, pulling out after a minute to let her relax.
“That was perfect, baby. You were so good for me. Took everything so well.” He presses a soft kiss to her lips, his hands roaming her body to check for signs of discomfort. “Are you okay?”
“I’m great,” she murmurs, tilting her head back against the sheets. “You didn’t come yet.”
“I don’t need to if you’re tired—“
“Don’t be an idiot.” Tian pushes at his chest and he falls onto his back, too stunned to protest as she climbs into his lap. He scrambles backward till his shoulder blades meet the headboard, hands fixed tight on Tian’s hips.
“I could do this all day,” she whispers low into his ear. Jamie trembles at that, his fingers digging into the flesh of her sides.
“A-are you sure?” He blinks up at her with wide, jet-black eyes. His cheeks are flushed from arousal, lips parted ever so slightly. “Because I really don’t mind, and I don’t want you overexerting yourself because I know I was a little rougher this time and I don’t think it’s—“
“Jamie, I’m not made of glass.” She pushes his damp hair away from his forehead. “I want this. I wanna make you feel good like you always do for me. You know why? Go ahead. Ask me.”
“Why—oh, God—“
Jamie claws at her hips as she sinks down onto him, taking every inch without stopping once. The sudden warmth of her cunt without warning is almost too much to bear. Especially after the blowjob and the fucking and the tender emotion of it all, he feels ready to come the minute she’s wrapped around him.
“I want to because I love you,” she pants, readjusting to his size even though he was just inside her. “Because you deserve every second of this. You’re everything to me, baby. I need to treat you like you’re mine. Are you mine?”
“Yours,” he gasps. His eyes well up as she begins to rock back and forth on him, her hands planted firmly on either side of his neck. “Fuck, I’m all yours. Don’t need anything else. I’ve never wanted anything but this. Just want you.”
“That guy was a fucking idiot.” Tian slows with the grinding and begins to bounce, lifting her hips up and slamming back down hard enough to make him yelp. “What does he know? I love you. I’ve only ever loved you.”
“Love you too, I love you so much baby,” Jamie chokes. He reaches up to her face like he’s begging for her touch, sobbing and smiling when she takes hold of his hand and kisses his palm. “I don’t care what some jerk with a pedigree has to say. ‘M never gonna lose you, right?”
“Never.” She presses his palm flat over her breast, close enough to feel her rushed heartbeat under her flesh. “Feel this? This is what you do to me, Jamie. This is how happy you make me feel.”
This position is so close that Jamie can feel her chest pressed against his. The soft pillow of her breasts contrasted with the way she’s fucking him hard is too much to stand. All he can do is wrap his arms around her waist and hold her tightly enough to forget about how close he is to release.
She starts bouncing faster and the sound of it is so obscene, especially mixed with Jamie’s shameless whimpers, that he almost wants to cover his ears. Tian notices. She tilts his head up with two fingers and kisses him deeply, her sweet lips absorbing his breathy moans.
“Gonna cum,” he whines, “gonna cum in you. Can I? Can I please fill you up, baby?”
“You want it?” She smiles at the pathetic look on his face, like he’d agree to anything just to cum inside. “Wanna make me yours?”
“Want it so baddd,” he groans. “I fucking need it, Tian, please—“
“Hey, Jamie?” She pinches his cheeks between her fingers and scrunches her nose at him. “You know what I was thinking?”
“Mhm?”
“I was just thinking about how pretty your eyes are.” She knits her brows together, hand tracing over the line of his hip. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a baby with the same eyes as you? And she could have my hair, and my smile, but she’d babble cute little baby-talk all the time just like you do—“
“Fuck—I can’t take it—I wanna make you a mama, Tian, wanna start a family with you, live the rest of my life with you. Wanna be your husband and I want you to be my wife.” Jamie’s sobbing hard now, biting down on his knuckles just to muffle his cries.
“So prove it. Cum inside me. It’s okay, sweetheart. You can let go for me, can’t you?” Tian’s lips brush against his ear as she whispers, “You’re my good boy, right?”
Jamie cums with a desperate cry and shaking thighs, clinging to Tian for all he’s worth. He can’t stop sobbing, his lips feverishly hot. She feels warmth inside her, feels him twitching as he fucks her through it.
“‘M your good boy, baby—I’m yours, aren’t I?” He shivers when she cradles his face in her hands. “Oh, you’re so pretty like this. Feels so fucking good—“
He inhales sharply. His cock twitches one last time before Tian lifts off him, and he moans softly when he notices their mixed cum dripping out of her and down her thighs.
“Fuckkk.” He swipes two fingers between her folds. “That’s all me, huh?”
“You were amazing, Jamie.” She smiles down at him like a benevolent princess. “I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” His eyes rove over her slowly, savoring every inch of her. She climbs off of him and flops onto the bed. He kisses her one more time, nothing but sweetness, before heading into their bathroom with his boxers pulled back on.
He returns with a warm, damp towel and a pair of fresh panties and a camisole.
“Open your legs, sunshine. Let me clean you up, okay?” Jamie runs the soft cloth up and down her core, cleaning away all the sex and sweat and stickiness until she’s fresh and clean again. He wipes the sweat from her skin and brings out a makeup wipe to remove whatever mascara and concealer remains from the gala earlier. Tian can’t help but smile as he hands her the fresh clothes. He’s so tender with her, always conscious of every little thing because he cares that much. It reminds her of why she fell in love with him, why he’s the one who she gave her heart and soul and body to.
After the cleanup is done and they’ve settled on ordering pizza for room service, Jamie slips under the covers with her. His arm wraps around her softly, holding her just to feel her.
“So, about the baby thing…” Jamie glances down at her. “Did you mean it? Is that something you really want?”
“Yeah,” she admits. “I mean, once we’re back in Shanghai and we’re married. I’m not sure if it would be the best idea right now.”
“But you do want a family with me?”
“I’ve never seen my future with anyone else.”
Jamie grins and kisses her hand with shining eyes. He pulls her closer under the blankets.
“Me neither.”
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