Pairing : Jimmy Darling x Reader
Word count : 1,424
Warnings : Cannon violence. fluff
Prompt : Jimmy & Fingers, for @sorenmarie87
You looked up from your breakfast, and there he was. A dark curl of hair poking out from under his leather cap. A cocky, but handsome grin as he winked at you.
You blushed, looking down at your plate. Glancing up again, he was still watching you as he brought a fork full of food into his mouth. You did the same, not wanting your parents seated next to you to see how you reacted to his smile.
You hear the chime over the door ring, and his facial expression changed as a woman sat next to him. Heated whispers exchanged, and then he was gone.
You were sad to see him go, and glanced at the woman who was now sipping on a coffee. Her eyes came up, and gave you a look that chilled you to the bone.
You felt a nudge on your arm, and looked to your parents. Your father now standing and paying, your mother who sat between you repeated what was said. “Your father said it’s time to go.”
“Sorry, daddy. Of course.” You took a sip of juice as you stood. Glancing at the woman again, you grabbed the last piece of toast off your plate and hurried out as you wondered who she was.
You sat in the movies one afternoon, your friend had gotten up to get more popcorn, not as interested in the flick as you were. A few moments later, you felt a body drop into the seat next to you. When you turned, expecting to see her, you were instead met with him. “Hey.” He grinned.
“H-Hi..” you whispered. His smile grew at the sound of your voice, and you blushed. Trying to hide it, you bit your bottom lip and looked back up at the images on the screen.
He shifted, his arm resting next to yours on the arm rest between seats. You felt the cool leather of the mits he was wearing, and glanced down. It was summer, so you wondered why he wore them. You looked up at him again, at his profile while he enjoyed the film, and let your pinky finger brush gently over the leather.
The corner of his lips turned up slightly and he looked over at you again. Your lips parted slightly as he leaned in a bit closer. You held your breath, waiting.
You heard the door open, light spilling through the dark theater for a moment before it closed. He turned to look back, his body so close to yours that you could smell him. Burnt popcorn, leather and… earthy. It was an odd combination.
A light from a flashlight moved over the two of you, his face illuminating for a moment.
“Shit.” Muttered. “See you around, sweetheart.” he pecked your cheek and hurried down the aisle.
“Hey!” the usher called out as he tried to hurry after him without obstructing patrons views as much as possible. “Get back here!”
Your friend dropped into the seat the handsome stranger had vacated. “What was that about? Who was that guy?”
You followed him with your eyes as he ran out of the theater, laughing. “I wish I knew…” you mumbled.
The usher came back, panting. “Do you know who that was?”
“I’m sorry.” you shook your head.
He huffed and stood straight. “Third damn time this week. My boss is gonna kill me.”
This time, when you saw him, there was no wink, no sweet words to make you blush. He was being dragged out of the diner and shove up against the column before a fist connected with his face, and then another.
You gasped, your hands covering your mouth as punch after punch was thrown. You stood there on the sidewalk, watching in horror, trying to will your feet to move and help him.
Then he dropped to the ground, the large man glaring into the diner before walking away. You started to move forward, wanting to see if he was okay, when your fathers large hand grabbed your shoulder and steered you away. “Damn freaks. Should have stayed where he belonged.” he muttered to your mother, who agreed as they hurried you around the scene.
He looked up from where he lay, eyes meeting your worry filled ones. He turned away, angry, and groaned as he got back to his feet.
You turned and looked back over your shoulder as he was joined by more people. As you turned to look forward again, you saw the sign for the freak show. With your father occupied with his muttering around freaks, you reached out and tore down the flyer, shoving it into your pocket.
Most of the seats had been empty, but the show had been entertaining. You had smiled when you saw him, and munched quietly on your popcorn. His smell now making sense to you.
As you walked out of the main tent, the few people in attendance headed for their cars. You should have been heading home too, but you spotted the carousel. You hadn’t been on one since you were a child.
You were sitting atop a discolored horse when you noticed some of the entertainers eyeing you as they went about their night. “What is she still doing here?” you heard someone wonder out loud. “They never stick around..”
“Better go tell Jimmy.” the accent had you turn towards the voice, but they were already walking away.
When you came back around again, you saw him walking towards you. He wore a white tank and what looked like dark jeans. “You should be headed home.”
“Then take me home.” you said with a smile as you went past. When you came back around, he was just watching you. “Come ride this with me!” you held out your hand but he just glanced at it as it went past. “Please?” you asked going past again.
He sighed, and when you were on the opposite side, hidden by the middle column, he hopped on.
You were looking behind you to see if he got on, but when you turned forward and saw him making his way towards you, you smiled.
“Why are you here? Came to see the freaks?”
Your smile faded. “I came to see you.. I wanted to see if you were o-”
“I’m fine.” he cut you off. You looked down, sadness written on your face. “You should go home.”
“Maybe..” you answered quietly. “This might seem weird… but since that day in at the movies,” you smiled up at him. “I’ve kind of just wanted to hold your hand…”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You want to hold my hand?” he held up his hands, no leather mits to be seen. “Maybe if I suddenly grow normal hands.”
“Why do you hate them?”
“Look at them!” he held them up again, moving closer. “They aren’t normal!”
You held up one of yours. “What can mine do that yours can’t?”
“Separate.” He moved his fingers to emphasize where they were fused together.
“Okay, you got me there..” you nodded. “But if that’s all, it’s a weak argument.”
“Yours don’t scare people.”
“I’m not scared.” you gave him a smile. “Not of you. Not of them.” you looked over to where some of the others had gathered to eat. “That guy though.. I am. I’ll admit that.” you pointed to the strong man. “After what I saw him do to you..”
“That’s my father.” he muttered.
“I’m sorry.” you told him softly, taking his hand. He turned back to you, surprised. “What’s your name? And not that name.” you motioned to the sign that boasted ‘Lobster boy’. “Your real name.”
“Jimmy. Jimmy Darling.”
“I’m Y/N.” you smiled, and started running your fingers over his. “And might I say, Jimmy Darling, your hands are softer than I expected.” He watched as you turned his hand over, palm up, and ran your fingers over it before settling your palm in his and closed his fingers around your hand. “Strong. Stronger than I expected too.” His eyes came up to meet yours. “You don’t need normal fingers, Jimmy. These are perfectly you.” your brought them up to your lips and kissed over a knuckle.
He stared at you in awe as the carousel continued to go around and around. “You’re not grossed out?”
You shook your head. “I fell for you the first time you winked at me.” you smiled.
That cocky grin of his was back in full force. “Want to see what my fingers can really do?”
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Prompt: ‘Jimin - “will you forgive me if I cuddle with you?”’
Genre: Fluff :’)
Warning: swearing
Words: 0.4k
a/n: Requested on my old blog, repost.
She turned grabbing the covers to hide her face again, and Jimin could swear that she was pouting under that blanket.
“Baby, I’m sorry, hey look at me.” He begged as he tried to lower the sheets to reveal her face, but she didn’t allow him. “Are you gonna be mad forever?” She didn’t reply. “Hey” He caressed her head over the blanket “I didn’t mean it like that, I didn’t mean for you to feel bad. Ok? I didn’t know you cared so much if I went out with the boys this weekend.”
“How could I not care?” her voice sounded muffled under the blankets.
“Baby, please take them off, I can’t understand you.” He asked, hoping to see her face again soon. She removed the blanket immediately and looked at him straight in the eyes, repeating
“How can I not care? You know how long I’ve waited for your day off, but even worse…” her voice went missing as she looked down in anger.
“What, what’s worse? Tell me so I don’t repeat the same mistake again. Please.” Jimin said concerned.
“The worse part is, is that you fucking decided to go eat meet at that Brazilian place I’ve been begging you to go to, without me!” She bursts in anger, and Jimin looked confused.
“Wait… you’re not mad because I’m going out with the boys? You’re mad because-”
“Because you’re a fucking cheater!” She grabbed the pillow and threw at Jimin’s face making him jolt out of bed. “ You fucking cheated on me with the boys! You’re gonna eat meat with them and I’m gonna have to stay home because it’s a guys night out!” She whined and covered her face again with the covers and laid down.
Jimin did his best to try and keep in his laugh, he had to admit it was a rather funny situation, where he thought he had done something wrong to his girlfriend, but in the end, she was jealous of the meet he was gonna eat.
He controlled himself and crawled back into bed to place himself next to her.
“I’m sorry for going to eat meat with the boys, I promise to take you out next weekend. Ok? Please forgive me?” He asked kissing her head over the covers.
“No!” her voice sounded muffled again.
“Will you forgive me if I cuddle with you?”
“Go cuddle Hoseok while you eat filet steak.” she whined.
“Fine~“ he gave up. “I’ll buy you the large pack of meat, and we can go get Oreo ice cream afterward. Forgive me now?”
She took a few seconds and replied: “Can I get Oreo ice cream 2 days in a row?”
Jimin sighed and complied, so she took the blanket down and turned around scooping on his chest. “I forgive you” she pouted and quickly stole a kiss from him. Which he loved and released a soft giggle in surprise. ♡
Warnings: FIRST THINGS FIRST - I DO NOT CONDONE THIS. DO NOT RUN AWAY. ESPECIALLY WITH A BOY. Okay? NSFW SMUT. Oral (girl receiving), protected sex. A little fluff and angst too.
A/N: Thank you to @ninja-stiles because she has helped me through this whole thing, and I couldn’t have finished it without her. Jimmy is extremely hard to write. This is also the first virginity smut I’ve written, and I’m still not 100% with it BUT I wanted to post it for you guys anyways. So, enjoy!
I pulled my phone out from underneath the blanket, checking to make sure it hasn’t gone off without me realizing it. I wasn’t very surprised when it just showed the time again, three minutes since the last time I checked.
It’s been awhile since I’ve heard from Jimmy, one of my best friends and closest people to me in the world. He hasn’t answered any of my texts, which is uncharacteristic of him since we usually talk non-stop.
Jimmy and I have always been close, sometimes our connection feels more intimate than just your typical friendship, but I’m uncertain if Jimmy feels the same way. I’ve always been too nervous to bring it up and make myself look like an idiot or put our friendship in jeopardy.
Unfortunately, we have been through a lot of hardships together, especially involving our home life and relationships with our parents. In my case, my mother and I can never see eye-to-eye, and we can never agree on anything which causes too many fights and arguments. In Jimmy’s case, his dad has been under a lot of stress since Jimmy’s mom passed away and he takes it out on him. It doesn’t help that Jimmy misses her as well.
We’ve always been there for each other.
I pick up my phone again, unlocking the screen and the date catches my eye, making my heart sink and it all makes sense. Two years ago today, Jimmy’s mom passed away. I frantically scroll through my contacts until I spot his name, running my finger over the screen a few seconds before I click the call button. I lift the phone to my ear, listening intently for a disruption between the rings to signal him picking up.
That, of course, is not what happened as the familiar sound of his voicemail is the first thing I hear before I hang up.
“Goddamn it, Jimmy…” I mumble to myself, standing from my bed and slipping my jeans and a tee shirt on, tossing my phone into my back pocket before making my way out the door.
The temperature outside was uncharacteristically chilly, the cold breeze gliding over my skin and forcing me to hold my arms against myself to stay warm. Jimmy’s house is only a few blocks from me, so I make it there within twenty minutes. I notice Jimmy’s car the only one in his driveway, the one that’s usually beside it is gone. I decide to walk up to the front door and knock.
“Jimmy, please answer if you're in there. I'm worried about you. Please?” I beg after I'm outside for several minutes without an answer.
I almost turn around and give up until I hear the faint sound of the lock and a door open, a sullen looking Jimmy right behind it. His eyes have bags under them, along with a tear-stained face and a red nose. He didn’t have to say anything before I envelope him into my arms, hugging him tightly as he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.
“Thank you.” He mumbles, making my heart swell in my chest.
After our embrace, Jimmy leads me to his bedroom, shutting the door after I walk through the threshold. I plop down onto his bed, fiddling with a few frayed threads on my jeans.
“Where’d your dad go?” I ask, glancing over to him after he sits beside me. He shrugs and lets out a deep breath before answering me.
“I don’t know… Bar, I’m assuming. I don’t really care.” He admits as his gaze downcasts.
“You shouldn’t be here alone, he should be here with you. And I care, Jimmy. I’ve always cared about you. Why were you ignoring me? I would have been here sooner if you would have just told me you needed someone, I’m always here for you. You know that.” I say, grabbing ahold of his hand and giving it a squeeze of reassurance.
“I know, Y/N, you’re my best friend but I don’t always like pulling you into my problems and being some sort of burden on you. It’s not your job to make me happy or to be there for me.” Letting go of my hand, he stands up and starts running his own hand over his head, letting his other rest on his hip in front of me. It’s quiet for a moment while I process his words.
“You’re right.” I say, standing from the bed and grabbing his hand he’s currently running through his hair and placing it back into mine. “Jimmy, you’re right. It’s not my job to be here for you.” His eyes meet mine in the dim light of his bedroom, his brows furrowing as he waits for me to continue. “It’s my choice. I choose to be here for you, because I love you. And because I know you would... no, you have done the same for me. And I can only imagine it’s because you love me too.” I finish, his mouth parting once he hears the words escape my mouth.
Silence falls on us once again as we look at each other in realization, realizing what this would mean for us if his feelings mirrored my own. I bite my lip in panic as the silence lingers, starting to question my choice of words and if I made the wrong assumption. He lifts the hand that was on his hips to my face, pushing a few loose strands of hair behind my ear in a comforting manner.
“Let’s leave.”
I’m startled by the words, shaking me out of his gaze as I try to collect myself.
“O-okay. Um, we can go back to my house if you want to get out of here.” I offer and he quickly disagrees with me, shaking his head no.
“No, that’s not what I mean. Y/N, you’ve always been the best thing in my life. Actually, you’re the only positive thing in my life right now. I do love you.” He whispers the last part, almost inaudibly. “So, let’s leave. We can be together, we don’t need anyone else besides each other.” He states simply, like it all made sense to him.
“Jimmy…” My heart hammers in my chest as I watch him scurry around the room, collecting some clothes and a few essentials in a duffel bag. “Jimmy, I don’t think you’re making a very good decision. We can’t just leave. What about our parents? What about money? Where are we going to stay?”
All of these questions come out in a panicked manner, flooding the room with anxiety, and it didn’t take long for Jimmy to catch on. He turns around to face me, dropping the duffel bag on the floor with a thump. He takes my hands into his, lacing his fingers between mine.
“Y/N, we’ll be okay, I promise. I have some money saved from last summer, and I know where we can stay. We’re both eighteen, our parents can’t do anything if we just leave.” He says, calming my nerves a little as he speaks.
“I don’t know, Jimmy. It’s just really fast. I don’t even have any of my things.” I contemplate after drawing in a shaky breath. I imagine what it would be like to be with Jimmy. If this is even something I am willing to just throw myself into.
“Do you trust me?” Jimmy questions, urgency in his voice.
“Yes, I trust you. I always have faith in you.”
“Then come with me, please?” He looks at me pressingly, patiently waiting for an answer.
I think it over once again, and realize I have absolutely nothing to lose. Jimmy is the most important person in my life, and I have a feeling if I let him go without me, I’ll never see him again. Or at least not for a long time. I can’t blame him for wanting to leave, there’s nothing here for either of us.
“Jimmy, you’re crazy.” I tell him and his face instantly drops, disappointment suddenly washing over his features. “But, I will go with you.”
He breathes out a sigh of relief before cupping my cheeks in his hands and pushing his lips into mine. I’m shocked for only a moment before I melt slowly into the kiss, a small whimper leaving my mouth once he tilts his head to envelope my mouth further, my own lips following suit. He wraps his arms around my body before we pull apart, his forehead now leaning against mine.
“I love you so much. I promise, I won’t let you down.”
He laces his fingers with my own, a gesture I could quickly get used to.
“Are you ready?” He asks, turning toward me.
“Yeah.”
He presses his lips against mine again quickly before we are making our way out the door and to his car. We slide into the seats and shut the doors, throwing our belongings into the backseat. I hear the jingle of his keys before the engine roars to life, Jimmy quickly backing out of the driveway then making our way down the road.
A few minutes of silence pass as I fidget with my hands before Jimmy takes one into his own, rubbing small circles over it with his thumb. He lifts my hand up to his lips and places a soft kiss on it, comforting me instantly.
“We’re not going very far, just a few cities over. Maybe a half hour away. There’s a motel there we can stay at until we can get on our feet, and if worse comes to worst I have a few friends out there who would help us if we needed it.” I just nod my head, taking in everything that has happened in the past hour or so and how it’s going to change my life forever. It reminds me of a quote one of my English teachers had told us a year or so ago, “Often, our most important life decisions come down to a single second to be made.”
We pulled up to what looked like a run down motel, the car halting to a stop as Jimmy put the car in park, telling me he will be right back as he jumped out of the car and shut the door. I watched him jog up to the lobby, making his way through the set of doors and leaning over the counter as he booked us a room.
“This is crazy…” I mumbled to myself with a smile, my stomach bubbling with butterflies from the uncertainty of what’s to come. It was exhilarating.
JImmy jogged back to the car a few minutes later with the card key to our room and a beaming smile on his face.
“We have a room. The lady was nice, she even cut me a deal.” He smirked again, making me roll my eyes in return.
“You do know why she cut you a deal, right?” I asked him, my lips curling into a smile from his obliviousness. Jimmy’s face turned to one of confusion, obviously asking me to continue.
“It's because she thought you were cute.” I stated simply, folding my arms over my chest.
“No way.” Jimmy let out a chuckle next to me, his cheeks now burning a bright crimson color as we pulled up to the parking spot, Jimmy cutting the engine soon after.
“Oh, yes.” I insisted, unintentionally throwing in too much certainty in my voice.
Jimmy stopped laughing and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip from embarrassment before turning toward him, a devious look already on his face.
“You think I'm cute?” He asked, his lips breaking into a smile.
I could feel my own cheeks burn now as my eyes widen at the question. Of course I've always thought Jimmy was attractive, secretly keeping him as a crush in my head for years. Am I used to coming out and saying such things to his face? Absolutely not.
“I don't know, do you think I'm cute?” I ask, giggling.
“I asked you first, but nice try.”
I took a deep breath, just deciding to get it over with. Rip it off like a band aid.
“I've had a crush on you for a few years now.”
Silence hung between us for a few moments.
“So, is that a yes?” Jimmy asked, earning himself a playful punch to his shoulder from me.
“Ow, you always hit hard.” He joked, rubbing the spot on his arm.
“Shit, I'm sorry.” I put my hand over his with an apologetic smile.
Jimmy's eyes met mine once our hands touched, his fingers easily slipping between mine. I could feel the air in the car thicken from the intensity between us, a static charge pulling us together in the moment and it just feels right.
I lean in toward his inviting expression, his tongue darting out over his lips as his eyes scanned over my own. He pulls me into him suddenly, and our lips finally meet again after what feels like forever. The kiss is deeper this time; it holds more passion and sensuality, our lips locking slowly together as our tongues dance around each other and explore the new territory.
My head starts to swim from lack of oxygen, my brain telling me to breathe. I ignore it until Jimmy pulls back suddenly, his breathing shallow now as it fans over my face. His hand tightens around my own, our eyes lost in each others until a car alarm sounds off in the background, shaking us of our intense moment.
“Ready to see our room?”
Jimmy pushed the creaky door to the motel open, leading me into the dark room before searching for the lamp switch and illuminating the space.
I look around, my eyes landing on the single queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. My body flushes once I realize we’ll be sharing a bed. Jimmy notices the blush creeping over my face as I stare at the bed in front of us, causing him to jump in to explain.
“The price would have been doubled for two beds. I'm sorry, I should have asked if you were comfortable with it first. Is that okay? I can change it if you want.”
“It's fine, Jimmy.” I giggle as he explains.
“You sure?” He questions again as he sets our stuff on the floor, making his way over and grabbing my hands, looking into my eyes. I nod as a blush runs across my cheeks from his intense gaze before I suddenly feel his lips on mine again, soft and slow. His hands move to my hips and mine to his neck, running my fingers through the short hair there. We involuntarily pull apart moments later to inhale the much needed oxygen we were deprived of.
“Hey, I have a surprise for you.” Jimmy smiled as he knelt down to rummage through his bag for a second before pulling out a bottle of wine.
“It was my mom's. She used to drink wine to relax and I thought it would help calm your nerves too.” He explained as he fished around his pocket for an instrument to remove the cork.
I smile softly at the gesture, taking the bottle from his hands after he pops it open with his pocket knife.
“We don’t have any glasses, so we’re going to have to do this old school.” He laughs.
“It’s okay. Thank you Jimmy, you’re really sweet.” I admit as I take a swig, wincing at the taste but swallowing anyways before handing the bottle back to him and he does the same.
We sit on the bed, random conversation taking over the silence of the room for a while. I set the now half-empty bottle on the table before I lean into Jimmy’s side, making myself comfortable as I start to feel the fuzziness of the alcohol make it’s way through my body.
“You know, as a kid I always thought wine would taste better than it does. Sweeter, like grape juice or something.” I giggle.
“You know, I really do love you.” He spoke, making my chest tighten with emotion once I hear the words.
“I really love you, too.” I whisper before looking up and into his eyes full of sincerity.
Between the alcohol and the sexual tension between us, my body was in a frenzy. Which was then amplified once his lips were on mine again, the kiss much more aggressive this time around. His arms wrapped around me gently as our kiss deepened, goosebumps forming all over my body from the intimate interaction.
Our bodies led the way as hands and lips explored the new territory of each other, my heart racing in my chest with every touch and kiss. Jimmy attaches his lips on mine once again after leaving multiple love bites on my neck. The straining bulge in his pants pushes against my most sensitive areas, making the warmth in my panties spread as the arousal pools there.
There's a buzzing in my head as the caresses and kisses get more needy, and neither of us have any plans of stopping soon. The way he's grinding himself on me has me a whimpering mess, pushing my clothed hips up to meet him in search for more friction.
Jimmy answers my whines by applying pressure directly where I need it with the palm of his hand, a moan is muffled by his mouth once it passes my lips.
“Jimmy?” I break away from the kiss to get his attention. His questioning gaze on me only a second later.
“I don't want to stop.” I explain. “But I'm nervous.”
Jimmy's nods his head before his fingers brush against the side of my face to push a few stray hairs behind my ear.
“It's okay to be nervous, just tell me at anytime if you want to stop and we'll stop. I want to make sure you're comfortable with this first.” He says lowly.
“I want to. I can't think of anyone else I'd want to be with except you.”
“I feel the same way.” Jimmy starts to kiss me again but pulls away suddenly.
“Do I need to grab a condom?” He asks, a blush rising in his cheeks. I nod my head in response.
“If you have one, I'm not on birth control.” I admit, a blush rushing to my cheeks.
He places a soft kiss on my temple before he jumps off the bed, returning a minute later with a foil packet in his hand.
“As much as I don't want to be ‘that guy’, I thought it would be better safe than sorry, so I grabbed some from my closet before we left.” He explained, setting it next to us on the bed once he's hovering over me again.
“Thank you.” I breathe as he starts kissing down my neck again, melting away all of my insecurities.
A sudden boost of confidence runs through my veins before I wrap my fingers around the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the ground, mine following soon after. His lips trail down my collarbone and and to the valley of my breasts, his mouth working around the fabric of my bra before he’s reaching behind me to rid me of that garment also.
His eyes, lust-blown and dark, run over my bare chest before he’s suddenly attaching his lips around one of my hardened buds. Small mewls leave my mouth from the new and intense feeling building up inside of me from his mouth and tongue running over the newly discovered area. My hands run along the curve of his back until I slide them around his waist and meet the button and zipper of his pants, quickly undoing them both before he disconnects from me and slides them down his legs and discards them on the floor, leaving him in his boxers.
“I want to try something.” He whispers huskily as he reaches for my jeans and slides them down my legs gently. I involuntarily close my legs as he turns his attention back to me, my heart pounding in my ribcage from thought of being only in my panties in front of him.
“Don’t.” He breathes before placing his hands on each knee to pry my legs apart. “You’re so beautiful.”
My face flushes at the compliment, but was quickly distorted into pleasure once his fingers swipe down my clothed cunt, collecting the juices seeping through the fabric from me and onto the pads of his fingers. I hear a groan fall from his lips before my panties are pulled from me to join the rest of the clothing on the floor.
I steady my breathing but only for a moment before Jimmy's head is between my thighs and his mouth on my pussy. I yelp from the sudden intense pleasure, my body jolting from the foreign feeling.
Jimmy presses tender kisses on my bundle of nerves before wrapping his lips around it and sucks gently, my fingers instinctively running through his short hair to hold the back of his neck.
His tongue darts out and grazes my clit a few times before I lose it, the pressure that is built up inside of me is released as my high washes over me, numbing my mind and body all at once as pure bliss takes over. Jimmy helps me down from my high before rolling back on his knees and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Was that okay?” He asks with a hopeful look on his face.
“Well, it was probably the best thing I’ve ever felt, so yes.” I chuckle.
“Okay, good. I want to make sure you’re warmed up first so you’re more comfortable.”
I hear the crinkle of a foil packet and crack my eyes open just enough to watch Jimmy remove his boxers. I marvel at how beautiful he is right now, but also internally panic when I notice his size.
“It might hurt a little, but it should start to feel better once you get used to it. We can stop if it hurts too much, just tell me and we’ll stop, okay?” He reassures me.
I nod my head in agreement and he rolls the condom over himself before hovering over me and placing his length against my entrance, making me moan loudly from the contact. He coats himself in my juices before pushing gently, slowly inching himself deeper inside of me.
“Oh my God, Y/N.” Jimmy groans against me.
My body tenses at the pain, but starts to relax once Jimmy is fully seated inside of me for a moment. I push my hips up to meet his to tell him I’m okay to continue. He pulls out and enters me again, making me wince.
“It’s okay. Here.” Jimmy connects his lips with mine, helping me find something to focus on while he pushes himself in me gently again.
After a few more thrusts, my legs are wrapped around him and my nails are digging into his back from the overwhelming feeling of him stretching my walls. His hand roams down to my nipple, his fingers tugging and pulling on the sensitive skin and I moan in pleasure.
I feel my high start to build up from the rhythm of his movements, needing only a little bit more to throw me over the edge once again. I compliment his movements with my own by meeting his hips, the sound of his hips snapping into mine drowning out my thoughts. My clit rubs deliciously over him each time our bodies meet, sending me into euphoria after only a few more snaps of his hips.
Jimmy intertwines his fingers in mine and pushes both of my hands into the mattress next to my head as we fall apart together. Our kiss is interrupted as we swallow each other's moans, Jimmy’s member twitching inside of me as I clench around him as we come down together.
The last thing I remember is feeling his heartbeat in his chest as we both try to catch our breath before he pulls himself from me and discards the rubber into the trash next to the bed. I feel him rolling beside me and wrapping his arms around my body before drifting off to sleep, replaying the night in my head before I’m woken up with a loud pounding on the door.
Author’s Note: Guys, I finally finished this damn fic. It’s been in my docs for at least two months? I don’t even know, but it’s cute for those who know Jimmy from High Road. If not, go watch it. I’m pretty sure it’s on youtube! I hope you enjoy though! Thanks to my bby @lovelydob for proofreading this for me!
Your family has been friends with Jimmy’s parents for quite a while and when we learned that his mother had passed away last year, everything has changed. I haven’t actually seen or heard from Jimmy in quite some time and I’m absolutely worried about him, he was my best friend. I contemplated on going to his house quite a few times, but decided not to, thinking that if he needed me, he’d call or text me.
It’s been almost two months since Jimmy stopped going to school, news going around is that he’s been hanging out with a drug dealer, but I refuse to believe it. After that rumor had spread, in the matter of minutes, people would look at me weirdly and would even try to do anything to avoid me. I’m not going to lie when I say that it was heartbreaking to lose all my friends and I know it’s Jimmy’s fault, but I’m not going to blame him, he’s going through a rough time at the moment.
I was pacing around my bedroom, deciding whether or not I should just go to his house, or his “friends” house he’s been visiting. Someone gave me the address and when I asked who it was, I was told some guy named Fitz. I groaned loudly, laying on my bed as my mom walked into my room, her eyebrows furrowed together.
“Sweetie? What’s wrong?” She asked, leaning against my doorframe and I glanced over at her, sitting up against my wall and letting out a big sigh.
“I...I miss Jimmy.” I muttered, resting my chin against my knee, biting my bottom lip. “I’ve been contemplating going over to his house to make sure he’s alright, but I-I haven’t gone yet.” I frowned and my mother walked over towards my bed, sitting down on the edge.
“Honey, just go over there.” She told me with a smile and I glanced up at her, eyes wide as I nodded my head, getting off my bed quickly, heading out the door. I ran quickly towards his house, running out of breath quickly as I step up onto his small porch, knocking on the door. I let out a huff when no one answers, quickly running towards “Fitz’s” place. I heard Jimmy’s voice coming from behind the house and I stroll back there, seeing him argue with a bearded man. Jimmy had a backpack in hand. Is he going to run away? And not tell me?
“Jimmy?” I asked and he jumped, turning around as Fitz’s eyes moved between me and Jimmy. Jimmy walked over to me, laying his hands on my arms, a look of concerned on his face.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked and I narrowed my eyes at him, a little angry. I push his hands off me, crossing my arms.
“Y-You haven’t talked to me in two months, Jimmy. I-I have been so down lately because I apparently don’t have any friends!” I yelled and his eyes widened, his parted lips turning into a frown. “I-I get that you needed time since mfpff.” I was cut off as his hand covered my mouth, taking me by surprise. He wrapped me into a hug and I inhaled his scent, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He muttered and his head perked up as he saw his dad walking towards the three of us. Jimmy grabbed my hand as he lead us towards Fitz, a look of fear on his face as he pleaded to Fitz about taking us to Oakland. Jimmy’s father grabbed his arm, his hand being released from mine. “This is the guy! The molester and pedophile.” Jimmy screamed and I tilted my head in confusion, about to say something when Fitz approaches Jimmy’s dad, telling him to fuck off.
“Hey! You calm down,” he pointed to Jimmy, then to Fitz continuing, “and you back off!” He argued, gripping a hold of Jimmy’s sweatshirt as I stood by the car.
“This is my driveway!” Fitz yelled, pointing in his face, proceeding to tell him to fuck off. “I’m going to knock the shit out of you, dude.” He threatened with some weird shaped object and Jimmy’s dad grabbed his other arm, twisting it behind his back. Fitz groaned in pain, still having a hold of Jimmy.
“Shut the fuck up. Are you calm?” He asked Fitz, to which he replied with a soft yeah. “Alright, I’m going to let you go now.” He released Fitz, disciplining Jimmy as I began to walk towards the two when Fitz came at him with the object, hitting him on his head, knocking him to the ground.
“Woah! Dude, I just knocked that fucking guy out.” Fitz yelled, looking over at Jimmy. Jimmy looked at his dad, eyes widened a bit.
“That’s my dad.” He muttered and Fitz glanced at him, looking angry.
“What? I thought you said he was a creep!” Fitz yelled and Jimmy walked over towards me, wrapping an arm around my waist, holding me close to him. I blushed a bit at the gesture, laying a hand on his chest as I glanced up at him.
“No, he is a fucking creep. He beats the shit out of me and he’s been on a real bender lately.” He mentioned and Fitz started walking towards the car, Jimmy and I following suit. “Dude, you gotta take us with you. Please. We gotta go.” Jimmy glanced down at his dad as he began to move. “Take us to Oakland, my mom lives in Oakland.” He muttered, bringing me towards the passenger side of the car as I gave him a weird look. Fitz began to argue with him as Jimmy got into the car and I got into the back seat. Fitz panics as the car alarm goes off, both of them screaming at each other as I bit on my nails, wondering what the fuck is going on. We drove off down the street as I stared at the back of Jimmy’s head.
What the fuck just happened?
I looked out the window of Fitz’s beat up car, looking at the scenery behind the cities as I sighed, picking at my fingernails. I heard a ‘pst’ and I was snapped out of my thoughts, seeing Jimmy looking behind me through the small space near the car doors and the front passenger seat. I gave him a smile, leaning forward a bit.
“You okay?” He asked me and I nodded my head, leaning my head against the back of his head rest. One of his hands reached back through the space, finding my fingers as they brushed together slightly. “Well, if you missed it. Fitz has a few friends in Bakersfield and we’re going to switch cars with them.” Jimmy told me and I nodded my head, intertwining our fingers together. I’m holding hands with Jimmy...
“That’s fine. If you’re going to be with me, I’ll be fine.” I looked up at him, seeing a grin on his lips as he nods his head, squeezing my hand.
We held hands until we got to Bakersfield, Fitz parking the car in front of what looks like a bar and the three of us stepped out of the car. I stood by the car as Jimmy and Fitz walked up to the bouncer, not wanting to intrude on anything, since I didn’t know any of these people, except Jimmy. I looked around, rubbing my arms as I felt a pair of eyes on me and I looked over, seeing the bouncer look at me before Jimmy said something to him.
“Hey, don’t mind her.” He growled a bit, walking over to me, pushing me behind his back. The bouncer laughed, looking back at Fitz, continuing their conversation about his friends before he walked inside the building. I gripped the back of Jimmy’s zip up hoodie, leaning my forehead against his shoulder as my heartbeat calmed a bit.
A man and a woman came out of the building, giving Fitz a quick hug before walking away with the man. “Oh Richie, Sheila, this is Jimmy and his friend Y/N.” Fitz mentioned and we gave them a quick wave before Fitz brought Rich to the side.
After the two of us had a weird conversation about coconut water and nuts with Sheila, Fitz and Richie came back, bro hugging before the three of us had walked over to their van. I slid open the side door, looking at the mess on the inside as I sighed, glancing over towards Jimmy who had just opened the passenger door.
“C’mon, Y/N.” Jimmy muttered to me, his fingers softly touching my arm. I walk towards him and he motions for me get in and I did, him following suit afterwards. My cheeks flushed, sitting closely and almost on top of Jimmy as Fitz drove off. I rested my head against his shoulder, watching out the window as the two of them talked about meaningless things. It became darker, the vibrant color of neon pink shining through the windows as Jimmy had begged Fitz to stop.
“No.” He muttered and I looked up at Jimmy, his lips parted.
“Please, my parents used to take me here all the time.” Jimmy mentioned and I grinned, remembering the stories he’d tell me. Fitz sighed, muttering “fine” as he pulled into the parking lot, Jimmy and I getting out, quickly going inside.
“I remember the stories you used to tell me about this place.” I muttered, my arm linked with his as he glanced at me, smiling. He nodded his head, my thumb softly rubbing his arm as we waited in line.
Once we were to the front, Jimmy had ordered three turkey sandwiches and the two of us waited for at least seven minutes for them to be ready. Jimmy grabbed the bag the girl behind the cashier had in her hands as he quietly thanked her before the both of us walked out. I saw Fitz talking to a hooker and and scrunched my nose up in disgust.
“You want a blowjob, who doesn’t want a blowjob?” The girl asked and Fitz glanced back at us.
Jimmy held up a peace sign, licking his lips lightly as he spoke up, “I want a blowjob.” The girl turned around, smiling at Jimmy as he did the same and my heart dropped, gulping slightly.
“No he doesn’t.” Fitz blurted out and I walked towards the van, not looking at anyone.
“Who’s this?” Jimmy laughed.
“Feather,” she mentioned while Fitz had told him that she was a hooker at the same time. Jimmy’s eyes widened, lips parting.
“Really?” Jimmy exclaimed, a stupid grin on his lips as I rolled my eyes, getting into the van.
“I’m not a hooker, not a hooker.” She looked back at Jimmy, giving him an ultimatum. “I’ll give you a handjob.” Jimmy laughed, his eyes full of hope as I picked at my fingernail polish, wishing this conversation could be over with already. The three of them argued back and forth if Jimmy wanted a handjob and at one point it was two to one before Fitz made him get back in the van, which he complied to. The hooker looked back at Fitz as Jimmy opened the door, sitting on the seat next to me, not having the strength to look at him. “You’re bossy.”
“You are a rude hooker, so thank you very much, see you later.” Fitz muttered, getting into the van as she muttered some rude comments before walking off. “Fucking rude hooker.” He muttered again when he got into the driver’s seat.
“That hooker liked me, man.” Jimmy laughed, smiling as I tried my hardest not to roll me eyes, glancing out Fitz’s window.
“She likes everybody, she’s a fucking hooker.” Fitz stated.
“She said I was cute.” Jimmy argued and Fitz sighed, resting his head against the headrest of his seat.
“She says that to everybody, dude.” Fitz shot back and Jimmy was about to say something when I cut them off.
“Can we just shut up about the fucking hooker?” I asked, glaring at the two of them as they stayed quiet. Fitz reached for the food, getting his out as he glanced at me. I stared out the window, moving away from Jimmy, getting into the back, not wanting to be around him. I hugged myself as I sat on the floor, staring at the floor as I felt someone’s eyes on me.
“Y/N?” Jimmy asked and I glanced over at him, not exactly fond of him at the moment as he held the styrofoam container that held my food.
“I’m not hungry anymore. I’ll eat it later…” I muttered, looking away from him and I heard him place it back in the bag, setting it on the floor near me. I could feel the atmosphere around us change as I propped my head on Jimmy’s bag, falling asleep shortly after. I had woken up to the sound of doors slamming, jumping slightly as I looked around. I slid open the side door of the van, watching Jimmy run after Fitz, yelling about something I couldn’t quite make out. I started walking towards them, seeing Fitz throw up and I shut my eyes, not wanting to become sick at the sight.
“Everything okay?” I asked, Jimmy turning around to face me as Fitz gave me an apologetic smile. Jimmy walked towards me, his hand resting on my arm as I pulled away slightly.
“Please don’t be cold towards me.” He whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and I look down, sighing. When I looked back up, his eyes widened as he started yelling, running towards the van. Fitz bolted as well after Jimmy and I turned around, seeing a tow truck pull up to the van. Jimmy had tripped on a rock or something, landing roughly on the ground as I gasped, running towards him.
Fitz managed to get to the tow truck in time, mentioning that they were just leaving as I kneeled next to Jimmy. “Oh my god. How bad is it?” I asked, my hands hovering over his arm, tears pooling.
“I-I think it’s broken.” He muttered, glancing up at me as I placed his head on my lap, glancing back at Fitz who’s now running towards us. “Y/N…” Jimmy quietly called out and I looked back down at him, his eyes already on me. “I’m sorry about last night. Please, please don’t be mad at me anymore. I don’t know if I can handle it.” He whispered and I gave him a small smile.
“It’s okay. We need to get you to a hospital though.” I muttered, Fitz helping me put him back in the van, driving towards the nearest hospital. After our lovely visit there, we were finally in Oakland, pulling outside of the bar called Berlin. The three of us got out of the van, heading inside to see a guy that’s dressed like a woman on stage, singing the strangest song to a girl in front of him that has blonde hair.
Turns out the man on stage was Fitz’s father and the other woman was his girlfriend Monica. While the three of them were talking, I pulled on Jimmy’s hand, tugging him outside, getting into the back of the van. He leaned against the wall as I sat in front of him, picking at my fingers as I try to figure out what to say to him.
“I’m sorry for the way I acted, Jimmy.” I muttered and he shook his head, grabbing one of my hands with his.
“It’s okay. You had every right to act the way you did. I just wished I knew why.” He mentioned and I looked up at him, my cheeks flushed as I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
“I was just really upset that you asked her for a blowjob, with me standing right there. I mean… i-if you wanted a blowjob, all you had to do was ask.” I whispered and I heard his breath hitch in his throat. I bit my lip, glancing up at him as he stared at me, his lips parted and eyes wide.
“W-What?” He asked, looking like a fish out of water as I chuckled quietly, blushing majorly.
“I would’ve given you a blowjob. I-I’ve liked you for a long while now and…” I was cut off by Jimmy lifting my chin up with his finger, pressing his lips against mine softly. I let out a surprised squeal, eyes wide before they flutter shut, kissing him back. I lay a hand against his cheek, rubbing it softly as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I pulled away from him, smiling as my hands rested against his chest. I got off his lap, sitting between his legs as my hands went to the button on his jeans, unbuttoning it. Jimmy let out a gasp, lifting his hips slightly as his hands pulled mine away. “Wait, wait.” He muttered and I glanced up at him, softly biting my lip. “Are you sure about this?” Jimmy asked and I nodded my head. “O-Okay, um, if you’re going to do this I want you to know that I really like you too.” He whispered and my heart swelled, my cheeks tinting pink.
I pulled off his jeans, seeing the bulge in his briefs as my mouth waters, noticing how big his package is. I licked my lips, my fingers grip the briefs, pulling them down as his length hit his stomach. “Jesus.” I muttered, taking his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly, seeing his pre cum leak from his tip. I glanced up at him through my eyelashes, his head hung back as his lips parted, soft groans escaping them.
“Faster, please.” Jimmy pleaded and I moved my hand faster, stopping my hand at the base of his length, leaning down, dragging my tongue up the underside of him. I heard him moan my name, his fingers running through my hair as my tongue circled around his tip. Jimmy glanced down at me and I take him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down on his cock. “Jesus Christ, Y/N…” He moaned as my head bobbed faster on him, his hand providing more of a momentum.
I lifted my head off his length, licking my lips a bit as I stroked his spit-covered cock. “I didn’t expect you to be this big.” I moaned, leaning back down, sucking on his balls a bit. His hands moved my hair into a makeshift ponytail, looking into my eyes as my tongue moved back up his length, feeling it pulse underneath my tongue.
“I’m gonna cum soon.” He muttered, lifting his hips up as I took him back into my mouth, one of his hands moving down my shirt, pinching my nippples lightly. Jimmy bobbed my head on his shaft, his tip hitting the back of my throat a few times as I suppress a gag, moaning. A few low grunts left Jimmy’s lips as he was about to release when the door to the van was opening. I jumped, quickly sitting up in front of Jimmy as I wiped my lips, seeing his dad and his dad’s friend standing on the other side of the door.
“There you guys are.” Jimmy’s dad sighed in relief and I felt Jimmy readjust himself behind me, giving his dad a small smile.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” He asked and his dad glared at him a bit.
“I thought you guys were kidnapped, but Fitz explained everything inside the bar. We’re heading home though, so, c’mon.” He motioned for us to leave the van and I looked back at Jimmy, making sure he was decent down there before I move and he nodded his head, smiling softly at me. The both of us got out of the van, his fingers intertwining with mine as we got into his dad’s truck. I basically sat on Jimmy’s lap, our fingers still connected as we drove back home, smiling to myself.
“You know,” Jimmy whispered quietly into my ear as Jimmy’s dad and his friend we’re talking about something stupid. “I might even love you. I worried about you for the past two months, but was too much of a coward to let you know. Um, would you maybe want to go on a date tomorrow night?” He asked me and I glanced back at him, smiling softly.
“Yeah, absolutely.” I grinned, pecking his cheek before resting my head against his shoulder, deciding to take a nap.
