getting dirty with dealer!jimmy
this is got so gross nobody look at me. enjoy
You’re perched on the floor between Jimmy’s legs, his cock on your tongue. Your eyes sit half-lidded as you take him down your throat.
One of his hands holds his pistol up, pressed to your hairline. He sniffs, pinching his nose. He’s twitchy from the bump he took, fucking your face hard.
“Yeah- fuck- fuck, take me like that. Lookae that. Got yer pretty lipgloss all over it, bonnie,” he babbles, balls tightening in your lazy grip, lubricated by all the spit mixed with precum that has dripped down onto them.
He slams in a few more times, making you take it deep and gag. He cums down your throat, filling your mouth with that tang which you swallow eagerly. He finally pulls you off. Your mouth makes a lewd popping sound when you unlatch and try to catch your breath.
He lightly taps the gun on your forehead.
“Anyone home?” he snickers at you. “I fucked yer brain right out of yer wee head.”
“Wanna ride you, Jimmy,” you mumble, head on his knee.
“Oh, you wannae treat? Huh? Think ye deserve it?”
Your eyes are trained on the gun.
“No…”
“No? No, I donnae think ye do either.”
You had snapped at him earlier, which earned you a good spanking and your mouth being used like a toy.
“I just wanna make y-you feel good, Ji-”
“Get up here.”
He sits back and helps you up from the floor, feeling your knees starting to ache already.
You put your hands on his shoulders and swing your leg over his lap. You almost never wear panties anymore– Jimmy has ripped too many of the cute ones and loves cumming inside of you and pulling the lace back up your legs, leaving you sticky and shaking while he deals in the backroom.
Your bare cunt lowers over his slicked-up cock and he groans from the heat of you.
He grabs himself at the base, finding your hole and pushing in the tip. You gasp and he grabs your hip, pulling you down onto him in one swift move. He grunts and laughs, wincing as he does.
“Fuck me… so wet f’me.”
He pushes the pistol underneath your chin, making you swallow hard.
“Move,” he commands simply, watching as you raise up and sink down slowly.
You whimper at the feeling, the aching stretch of him. He loves watching you fucked up like this, your makeup smudged and your face twisted with pleasure while you ride him like you were made for it.
“Yeah, ye feel it? Feel it so fuckin’ deep, love, ye take me like that. Good fuckin’ girl.”
Your speed picks up and you don’t even know how loud you’re being, gasping and whining.
Jimmy points his gun at the door when he hears a creak in the floorboards.
“Ye rowdy cunts better not be listenin’!”
You lean down to kiss him, sloppy and too affectionate, but he likes that you think you’re in love. It makes you stupider and easier to fuck with.
“Mm… yer so sweet, bonnie.”
“S’so good, so good,” you breathe. “Oh, God… fuck- fuck, Jimmy,” you squeak, feeling him hit that spot in you.
You’re floaty and dazed, feeling euphoric from whatever it was he shoved under your tongue an hour ago.
“Faster,” he growls, the gun tucked under your chin again, pushing in with a bruising pressure.
You’re bouncing on him now, slick and loud and dirty. Your hands press onto his chest, his undershirt soaked through with sweat.
“That’s it. Fuck, ride it. So smart, lookae ye,” he teases.
You pant with your tongue out.
“Such a smart puppy. Can do all yer wee tricks.”
Jimmy’s never done this before, but your mind is so foggy you just nod along.
“Bark for me, puppy.”
So gone, so dumb, his cock so damn deep, you’ll jump off a fucking bridge if he says so.
“That’s it. Good girl. Such a clever puppy, hm? Speak.”
You try to bark again and he shakes his head, pushing the gun further to tilt your chin up and laughing.
“No, stupid. I said speak.”
“J-Jimmy-”
“There she is. Knew ye could do it, bonnie.”
His other hand reaches down to toy with your clit, rough and fast.
“Still wannae be a mama, lovey?”
“Yes! Yes, yes-”
“Sure ye do, fuckin’ idiot,” he mumbles.
He sees you start to tear up and smirks.
“Ye cryin’, bonnie? Cry for me. Yeah, good girl. Cry while you cum on this cock.”
He flicks the safety off.
“I said fuckin’ cry,” he snarls, his finger moving from the side of the gun to lightly rest on the trigger.
You are bawling, but you can’t even register the danger of the gun, just the dirty drag of him inside of you.
You whimper and sob as he gets you to cum, both of your hands grabbing fistfuls of his undershirt as you wind down onto his cock.
“That’s it, stupid, see how easy it is to be good?”
You can’t speak, just gasping for air as he continues to punch up into you, rolling his eyes.
“S’t-too much-”
“Ye can take it. I know ye can, ye do it every fuckin’ night.”
“N-no, J-Jimmy-”
He grabs his chain and shoves the pendant in your mouth, effectively gagging you, and wraps his arm around you. He keeps bouncing you on his cock, grunting and groaning against your mouth all while that gun stays on your skin.
“Love you, Jimmy-”
“Yeah, tell me,” he grits, gripping your hip tight. “Tell me ye love me, tell me ye love me ‘n cum on me one more time- gonnae fuckin’ fill ye right up.”
“Love you s-so much, Jimmy…”
You clench around him again, milking his cock, body freezing in place as you twitch around him. His hips jerk up, and you feel his warm seed deep in your cunt. You drool on his chain as he throws his head back and pants, the gun falling away as he slumps back.
“I got a meetin’ in ten minutes,” he tells you.
“I wanna have a nap,” you mumble.
“Have yer nap, I’ll be there in a half-hour.”
