🎀Summary: Jimmy takes you to a nearby building. One used more often then not for his own desires. He chose you with a specific purpose. The hunger in his eyes already tells you what he wants out of you.
🎀TW: dub-con, non-con, fingering, overstimulation, breeding kink, p in v, dirty talk, degradation, dom!Jimmy, smut, porn without plot
🎀Pairing: Sir Jimmy Crystal x Female Reader (one-shot)
🎀WC: 3k+
18+ Content Minors DNI!!
The walk across the community feels wrong from the start. It’s too quiet. Tension crawls along your spine with every step you take. Jimmy is leading you down a path to somewhere. A purpose you’re swallowing down. Afraid to say it out loud. You can feel his hand at the center of your back, a silent guide. He doesn’t say anything.
A house comes into view. Ruined just like everything in this world. Just as you soon will be. Dilapidated porch, sagging roof, crooked front door that didn’t sit closed quiet right. There’s a smell in the air—not just rot, but dust and mildew. As you walk up the old wood it creaks and cracks under the pressure.
Stepping in the doorway your nerves get the better of you. Jimmy gently rubs your back, soothing, a wave of calm. Then you’re inside with the door softly closing.
CLICK
You stand there in the dusty room moving forward a few feet. Jimmy’s eyes raking over you. filled with devotion and lust for what he wants. There’s no small talk. Just silence for now. You glance over your shoulder at him. His stare, that sudden grin, and your pulse quickens.
It’s just nervousness. You think. Fear. You weren’t sure.
The house feels smaller now. Pressing in on you.
“Ye know why I’ve brought ye here.” His voice slices the silence like a knife. Low, purposeful. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
Your lip’s part, the denial caught in your throat. Because the truth is…you do know. The moment his hand was on your back leading you away…you knew. Your stomach churns with the hunger in his eyes.
He moves closer to you, shoes scuffing heavily stirring a light amount of dust. The sound of soft thuds froze you. You swallow. He circles around you—chest to yours—soft hand on your jaw forcing you to see him. Your body quivers in anticipation as you tremble with uncertainty.
Jimmy’s thumb brushes tenderly along your jawline. “Just you an’ me now, bonnie.” He murmurs.
The way he says it makes your thighs rub together. His hand on your jaw tells you there’s no wiggle room for debate or second thoughts. There’s a part of you that wants him.
Studying you as he holds your face, he lets the silence linger and stretch. Knots form in your stomach. Thumb brushing your skin. He’s waiting for permission.
You lick your lips—a self-soothing action to calm the nervousness. When you try to move your head, his grip tightens. Keeping you still. Rings digging in coldly.
He leans close, his breath ghosts your lips. “Don’ be daft, bonnie.” With a threatening growl. “Them wee trembles ye get when I case me eyes on ye. An’ the way yer knees keep clamping together…”
As he speaks heat and shame crawls up your neck into your face. Your mouth opens, a defensive excuse just on the tip of your tongue. It never gets a chance to speak words when he cuts you off.
“Ye came here ‘cause ye wanted this. Ye wanted me tae take it from ye. Hammer it in good ‘n proper til it sticks.”
Your core tightens. Body rigid. Breath hitching.
You feel his hand now at your throat. Thumb stroking the throbbing of your pulse.
“Jus’ say the word,” he challenges. “Say no. ‘N I’ll be stoppin’.”
But you say nothing. Can’t. Even if you wanted to, the word catches in your throat. The silence gives an answer.
And he smirks—rotten teeth flashing.
“That’s what I thought.”
Next you find yourself pressed into the wall. Jimmy’s body is crowding the space. Knee slotting between your thighs forcing them apart. Your heartbeat quickens. The cold air nips at your skin, when he tugs up your shirt. Ringed fingers dig into your hips, staking claim.
He leans in again, lips teasing your jaw, voice dipped in filth. No longer retrained.
“I’ll take ye bare. Given me leave to pump into yer soakin’ wet with me. Plantin’ me seed…. right here.” His fingers tap the center of your abdomen. “Gon do it in this wee house. E’ery breath is gon remind ye.”
As he speaks his hand dips under your waistband. Cold rings brushing that heat.
You gasp. Subtly twisting. Feigning as if you were going to push him away. A weak half-hearted NO coming out of you. body arching already to his touch.
Jimmy’s grin sharpened. “Look at ye. Yer wee cunts beggin’ already tae be filled.” His hands took their time. Sliding over every curve. Tracing a line down your hips. The weight of his body pressing into you. Every soft press had your body singing.
“Ye still gon pretend ye don’ want it.” Tongue flicking across your neck. Voice teasing. “I can feel how wet ye are bonnie. Been wantin’ this. Me. Since the moment we met.”
His hands are under your shirt once more. Gliding over stomach. Rubbing softly. Imagining you already full and swollen. Then griping the hem of the fabric, he tugged it up and over your head. Instinctively you crossed your arms over your chest. Feeble protection that made him laugh.
“Ahhh, hidin’ now?” Laugh growing daker. “Aye, ye think a little bit ‘o cloth gon keep me from seein’ all of ye. All that’s mine?”
He pressed his hips into yours. A teasing grind.
You bite back a gasp, feeling the weight through your clothes. Your thighs pressed together making him groan.
“Lie, try to say no. While yer so wet for me and I’ll know. E’ery inch of yer body betrays ye.” He cups yours hips, pulling them firmly. Slotting your pelvis with his.
“Feel that,” he whispers. “The way yer cunt tightens when I touch ye like this? That’s the sound o’ ye pleadin’. Even if ye’ll not admit it.”
Jimmy doesn’t stop. Just keeps pressing and grinding. Fingers hooking your underwear, tugging them to the side, slipping a finger through the damp slick. Through the radiating heat between. It makes your body jerk.
“Drenchin’ yerself for me.” He mutters, lips nuzzling your shoulder. “Picture this, bonnie. Me bein’ inside ye, fillin’ ye right up. So full ye’ll be drippin’. So swollen.” A hand moves to cup on of your breast. Thumb rolling the nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, as he bites at your neck and shoulder.
Your back arches.
He presses.
You softly protest.
He growls, grinding teasingly slow. “I can feel e’ery wee shiver. E’ery twitch… e’ery gasp. It tells me more than yer mouth e’er could.”
Your thighs quiver—chest arching as he alternates.
Pinching. Grinding. Brushing. All the sensitive parts of your body.
You run your hands up the velvet thighs of his tracksuit. A weak attempt to regain control—mostly of yourself. All your nerves on fire. Caught between wanting to give in to the desire and to protest.
“That’s it,” he coos darkly, trying to make it come off as seductive. “The very moment yer body gives…. It’s mine. E’ery drop o’ want. E’ery shiver. Tremble. Mine tae take, mine tae fill.”
Before you know it, he has you back first on the old couch. Positioning himself right on top. Lips teasing trails along your collarbone. Hands with precision slipping under you, reliving you of your bra with a practiced ease. The soft tissue is cupped in his hands. He rolls them against his palm, pinching the hard nipples with his fingers. Even adding a few kisses to each of them.
It drives you wild. Frantic.
His voice is low. “An’ ye’ve not even felt me where it matters yet. E’ery blessed second ye resist, the more I’m wantin’ tae breed ye… claim ye fer good. This is what ye wanted.”
Jimmy doesn’t speak much after that. Letting his actions do that for him. Using his touch, it strips away your composure.
He takes your breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue while he kneads them.
You grab at the cushions, chest arching toward him. You’re unsure why but another feeble NO comes out. Faint and broken.
He responds sucking—using teeth—grazing the hard peak.
You moan.
Brushing low, his fingers dip into your heat again. Slipping through your folds. You jolt, pleasure twisting in your gut. You attempt to close your legs. He presses a finger and your body answers by opening back up. He commands your body and he lets you know it.
Again and again, he proves who owns you. He has you arching, seeking more, even when you still deny yourself. Your body is eager for it. Jimmy is a master of orchestration. Able to pull shivers and gasp out of you. You aren’t even sure why you didn’t want this. Your body certainly did. Perhaps it was the way you were raised. Or some weird semblance of dignity.
He teases one nipple, still alternating between using his fingers and mouth. A couple fingers curl inside you, rings dragging slowly against your walls. Wetness drips out of your cunt, clenching his fingers as he stimulates you. you’re stuck in a mind loop.
Fake denial. A desperate want.
Head tossing slightly as you gasp. You crave more, body opening more for him. Like it knows.
A weak, don’t want and can’t, pathetically whine until moans replace those thoughts. A loud gaps breathes out when Jimmy presses his fingers through your folds. It isn’t long before he has your thighs trembling uncontrollably.
He presses hips lightly into yours as he leans over. With a small grind he burns every nerve. Mouth switching breast. He’s suckling like he’s starving, tongue flicking, working in tandem with his fingers. The dual sensation never stops. It’s relentless. Pushing you to the edge.
Hands coming to his shoulders. It all feels too much. Weakly you push at him. He has you pinned. Has your body responding how he wants. Hips arching, legs spread, begging for more of him. Your nerves are ablaze. Your lips parted in short gasps. You want him to go further. You need it now.
Clutching on his shoulders your body melts. His fingers command. Stimulating your possessively. He doesn’t speak. Just low hums emanating from his chest.
The noises you’re making fueling him. Jimmy’s fingers curl again, thumb circling your clit in time. You gasp high and needy.
He can feel it. You’re so close. Your walls clench, hips rise, breath catching.
He stops abruptly. Removing his mouth and fingers. Leaving you on the verge of your climax, which he denied. Walls aching, clenching around nothing. Slick seeping in shiny strands. Hips arching toward him.
He chuckles, letting you feel the absence. His eyes pour over your aching cunt, grinning darkly.
“A’this… just for me tae lay me eyes upon.” Voice low, a purr, as he lets the words hang in the air.
While you lay there stuck in denial his hands return. Removing the remainder of your clothes. Tugging slowly on purpose. Then you were fully bare beneath him. Your thigh’s part, drawn in by the cool air. The dim light bouncing off your slick, body quivering from his searing gaze.
Placing a hand back over your stomach, “Imagine it.” He begins. Like one of his religious ramblings. Patting your soft skin. “Soon I’ll be inside ye.” Another pat—a promise. “Givin’ ye me seed. Me blood. Carryin’ me child.” His eyes gleam, dark and possessive. “That’s yer purpose here. In this god forgotten world. An’ I’m here to remind ye o’ it. Yer Jimmy’s afterall.”
You take a few deep breaths staring at him. At those dark maddening blue eyes. A cold shiver running up your spine. Your cunt pulses. Body twitching without thought driven by the promise to be bred.
You watch as he unzips his tracksuit, removing it slowly for show. Then he was just in his tank top. Your eyes trailing down his body to the thin line of blonde hair over his belly. That disappeared under his waistband. His pants came off next. Cock springing free—hot, throbbing, leaking.
He leans over you, cock stiff between his legs. Desire hanging thick in the air like static.
Jimmy tracks your gaze as you stare at his hard cock. Red head, veins pulsing. You watched his hand smear pre-cum over his tip and running it down his shaft lubing it. Not that he needs to with how wet you are.
“Ye see this?” Lust dripping from his tongue. “It’s ready for ye bonnie.” He nods towards your cunt. “Yer ready fer me too. I can see yer shivers. Can hear yer heart jumpin’. Can smell yer cunt callin’ me. E’ery last inch. Mine.”
Your pussy clenches around nothing.
He pushes your thighs wider, practically drooling from the sight. Eyes filled with unimaginable hunger as your cunt drools slick. Jimmy drags the tip of his cock through your folds, wetting him further. The head teases your entrance making your whole-body shutter. Rubbing at your thighs he coaxes you to accept this—to relax.
Your breathing becomes ragged. Body knowing. Poised to take what he offers.
Every nerve in your body is lit up like a Christmas tree. Then with a sharp calculated thrust, he’s inside you, sliding in with ease. He moans. The wet warmth hits him instantly. Your back arches off the couch. Every thick inch stretches you, filling you.
He doesn’t pause. Doesn’t give you time to adjust. To think. His hips thrust slowly at first. Savoring every drag along your walls. The way they clench around his cock. You were tight. Each thrust makes you whine.
“All o’ this is mine…” he growls lowly. Talking to himself.
You clutch at the couch, nails digging in, hips arching to greet his thrust. Chasing the climax, you were denied earlier. His hand tightly grasp your hips taking control away from you. setting the pace. Keeping you still. A reminder of what your purpose was. Once the message seemed to stick in he slid one hand back to your breast teasing and playing.
With a steady rhythm, he can’t wait and his thrust gets faster.
You choke a moan, breathless and urgent. “I…can’t…” you find yourself saying. The swell of overstimulation returning to your core. Body vibrating, craving every delicious inch.
“So ready fer me,” you heard him mutter above you. hips thrusting hard. “So wet n’ open… yer beggin’… n’ I’m gonna give ye what ye want.”
The words fill your head which has your cunt convulsing. Swallowing his cock deeper. Your hips jerking violently when his thumb connects with your clit. Finger switching from soft circles to harder presses. Vision blurring at the edges, going white.
You feel his lips next to your eat, hot breath pouring out, teeth threatening to bite. “Feel that? Yer cunt squeezing me… yer body openin’… e’ery shiver n’ gasp… all fer me. I could put a baby in ye… like I plan tae. N’ ye’d beg for it. For more without thinkin’.”
Involuntarily you buck, walls clamping down in agreement with his words. All you could muster were weak whimpers. Heat pooling in your belly.
Skin on skin, wet slaps thunder through the house. Jimmy’s thrusts are deeper, making sure to punch your womb every time. Hadr grip at your hips leaving impressions. Other hand is still groping at your breast. Every touch had you writhing, squirming to keep up. Your body shakes beneath him.
He groans while maintaining control. One singular goal in mind. “Take it. Take all o’ me! Ye’re mine now. Tae bred, tae fill, and ye know it. Ye accept it.”
Your body answers needily. Bucking as much as he would allow. Every fiber in you desperate. Your loud moans screaming at him to breed you.
Never slowing down, Jimmy’s thrust filled your soaked folds, coating more of his cock. All consuming. Not giving a chance for thought other than the primal one he lit a flame too.
“Aye, can feel it bonnie.” He pants. “Yer close. Walls squeezin’ me so tight. All that squirmin’. Yer ready tae receive me blessing.”
Your moans spill out uncontrolled, helpless. Cunt sucking him in whole. Making his cock drive deep where it needs to be. You were so overstimulated you were a loose lump. Open and stretched wide. A perfect vessel. His thumb circles your clit raw, grip on you harsh.
“Cum for me,” he commands. “Give it tae me. Let me feel ye tremble. It’s time tae show me who yer body belongs tae.”
It all became too much. Your orgasm crashes hard. Body arching. Walls spasming, clamping down. Hips jerking wildly. And he kept thrusting, pressing into you pinning you down. Cock thrusting deep as you ride it out. Toes curling, crying so sweetly for him.
“Ye taste so sweet.” He cooes. “Needed it badly didn’t ye?” A wide smirk tugged at his lips. “Ready for more? We ain’ done yet.”
There was no warning when a second orgasm bubbled to the surface. A never-ending wave of ecstasy. Cumming so much it was overflowing, spilling down your thighs, down your ass to your back. His thrust never stopped or slowed. Ensuring no time for recovery. No relief. To keep your legs open to accept his gracious offering.
Jimmy’s hips ground down, as he growled a moan. “Can’ stop. Can’ help but cum.”
A shattering moan rips from your throat. Begs poured out. Some incoherent. Wanting. Needing. You whimper confirming what he knew from the start. Body arching weakly, another wave of pleasure washing over you.
He nips your shoulder, jaw, then lips. Your spent dripping form still squeezing him. He continued rubbing your clit.
“Mine…” he groaned. “Completely…utterly…. mine… Ye’ll carry that with ye. All ye’ll think about is me.”
You were left breathless, pussy throbbing. Hips still colliding with yours. Cock buried so deep it claimed you from the inside out. Body begging even when your mind is overwhelmed.
Jimmy doesn’t let up. Every thrust presses him deeper, every arch of your weak body bends to his dominance.
You hear him growl like an animal.
One hand moves to your thigh keeping it help wide open. The other sliding over your stomach. Hand pressing—warm and hard yet comforting. The idea of carrying his seed, his child, fills your mind. Then it happens. His orgasm comes. Sharp and hot. Your chest heaves. His cock drives as deep as it can, punching against your womb. His cum flooding you. filling you completely. Hot and thick. There’s so much of it that it has no escape—creating an unmistakable pooch across your stomach.
A happy groan vibrates in your ear. Lips kissing your temple. Sealing. Marking. “Aye… there it is.” His hand rubs your small stretched swollen belly. “Look, carryin’ me already.” He rubs small delicate circles over the skin, hoping it will take.
Voice oozing with euphoric happiness, “I want this tae take. Ye’ll do it. Ye’ll carry me. I can feel it.”
You shivered, hips jerking, utterly spent. Tiny moans slip past your tired lips when he touches you.
A feral wide grin spreads across Jimmy’s face. “I could fill ye again. Ye’d take it.” His hand was resting on your stomach.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Mind dizzy.
This is how he intended to keep you.
Never one to waste a moment, hand splayed against your stomach, seed taking route—or at least he hoped it has. He knows you belong to now.
He leans back on his hips, letting them rest. Eyes roaming over your spent form.
Panting. Shining with sweat.
He’s satisfied, but he’s not done playing with you. Not yet. “I want ye tae remember this.” There’s danger in his tone.
All you do is whimper. Too spent to register.
He kisses you tenderly. Jaw, cheek, and neck. Soft hands trace smoothly over your sides, to your stomach. Your body is still buzzing with each touch.
“Ye’ll swell,” He states as if he knows. “N’ when ye do… ye’ll remember what ye agreed tae. Ye came for this. For me. Tae take me. Give me e’erything I want.” He ‘generously’ lets you catch your breath. After all he controls all of you. Owns you.
You sag into the cushions.
Still rubbing your stomach, there’s confidence a lingering admiration. “Yell want it again. Casue once ye get a taste of heaven, ye’ll know what it feels like. Tae provide me with life. No turnin’ back, aye.”
Exhaustion sinks in. His words flittering through your ears. His satisfaction and pride blanketed the room. He has marked you. Not only physically, but mentally. He has control of you in ways you suspected when you agreed to come here.
His lips are on your temple, leaving a possessive kiss there. Then they trailed down your cheek, finally landing gently to yours. He pressed and you press back with tired eagerness. He holds it there letting it all sink in.
“A good bonnie, ye are. So full o’ me.” He says between another kiss. Hand softly rolling circles against your stomach.
You hum, skin tingling. Desire still resting there. But now an added excitement filters in.
He chose you.
You accepted.
Now you were used for his pleasure. His purpose. Claimed and under his accepting light.
A man more valuable than a million dollar heist. A thief who only works when the number is in the millions. A spoiled brat who abuses service workers. How does all this connect into a romance? In a toxic car crash of course. Lie back and wait to be stolen.
Ji Geon-woo is the perfect thief. He's been on the job for at least fifteen years, and he's in high demand in Korea. He still has connections in China too. He owns property everywhere. He's a shadow for hire with his own shadow company, and he does alot of his own dirty work. He's meticulous, blandly handsome, strong...and he's clearly not just a thief.
He's experienced at million dollar heists, which means he's tasted blood many times.
This is his target. Lee Yeshin. A spoiled heir with a tacky new necklace. It appears that Lee Yeshin accidentally recived an ultra rare gem for a much lower price. It's not a regular yellow diamond. Oh no. It's one of only 11 special yellow diamonds in the world, and it's ridiculous that this brat got it for the rich kid equivalent of pennies.
Apparently he's planning on using it in some fashion show where he designs stuff???
Eh. Whatever. Sounds like a stupid rich kid hobby bankrolled by daddy.
We get to indulge in a very dark fantasy with Precious Thing. Lee Yeshin is abusive towards everyone, except his one friend that hooks him up with sleeping pills. He's a pretty rodent with no redeeming qualities.
Things get spicy fast.
Lee Yeshin has fallen out of favor with his grandfather.
Now, Ji Geon-woo has been hired as a bodyguard.
An abusive one.
Ji Geon-woo is allowed to do anything with Lee Yeshin.
So, when he acts up again Ji Geon-woo calmly walks over.
He does wait. It's not punishment without a reason. He only manhandles Lee Yeshin after he starts screaming at a cashier.
He carries the 25 year old out, and he spanks the man within an inch of his life.
It's a great job.
A million dollar payout for one stolen necklace, and nobody cares about the target!
Ji Geon-woo just has to find the gem in between dragging the spoiled little criminal to the occasional fancy family party.
Usually, bodyguards don't last long with the family. When he quits nobody will notice. Also, he's got connections with the best criminals in Korea. He's already ordered a perfect cheap copy of the necklace.
No harm done.
No victim to pity.
1 million more in the bank.
It's an easy job for Ji Geon-woo.
Here's the deal. Lee Yeshin is being punished for his parents mistakes. His father is a cheating piece of shit. His mother is out for only herself, and she never cared about either of the children in her family. Only her own lost pride after she got cheated on.
Lee Yeshin had a brother who loved fashion and design. They both did. They planned to distance themselves from the family and start a business together.
Simple, no?
Well, unfortunately the family money ruined their simple dream...when they were born.
The younger brother was born weak. He was the son of the legitimate wife. It was likely he would grow up with a developmental disability.
At the same time Lee Yeshin was born, and his mother was an escort. The pregnancy was hard, but the boys were born in the same month. Lee Yeshin was born absolutely healthy.
So, Grandfather made a choice.
Switch the babies.
I don't want a slow heir.
So, father did so.
He gave Lee Yeshin to his real wife. The younger brother got to be the son of a mistress.
The kids were raised together. The younger brother turned out alright, but then the truth came out as it always does.
His precious brother chose death, after a lifetime of pointless suffering and bullying. From the very family he should have inherited. He couldn't even look at Lee Yeshin with love. Knowing that his place was taken due to such cruel happenstance.
Lee Yeshin plans to finish college, and show off the designs he made with his brother.
Beyond that he has no reason to live, and nobody gives two shits about his partying and destructive behavior.
He could use some cuddles, instead of drugs.
It helps.
Ji Geon-woo wasn't born yesterday, so he eventually notices that the bratty attitude isn't something Lee Yeshin WANTS to do.
He's trying to get disowned.
He's just a little too cute and pretty.
Really, that's all it boils down to.
It's annoying to watch Lee Yeshin rely on his only friend. A pill pusher also hired by Grandfather, while he bangs about 25 abusive lovers who see him as a hole.
Eventually, Ji Geon-woo makes a decision.
He won't watch Lee Yeshin party hard anymore.
He's going to steal Lee Yeshin instead of the stupid necklace.
Why not?
The guy makes him happy, when he's not acting like a brat on purpose.
Lee Yeshin has absolutely no idea what he's flirting with. He never suspects a thing, because he's so deeply paranoid about his Grandfather. He thinks that man is the most powerful man in the world. A force he has never been able to scratch.
His almost romance with Ji Geon-woo is not planned on either side. So it feels quite genuine. Lee Yeshin is tired of sleeping around. He's just doing everything to numb the pain.
Ji Geon-woo is not here to solve Lee Yeshin's problems. He is in it to steal Lee Yeshin, and he recruits several criminal contacts to assist him.
Lee Yeshin, the miserable legitimate heir borne of a mistress, is going to vanish.
He isn't going to get a say.
Ji Geon-woo is going to hurt him to do it.
The melting, lost dream Lee Yeshin tried to cling to doesn't matter one bit.
In all honesty it just feels like he's switching owners, but at least Ji Geon-woo cares.
He's totally against hurting Lee Yeshin physically. He plans to love him the only way he knows how. By making him forget everything else. He won't be satisfied unless the man he loves is completely stolen.
Who knows what that weird shit entails?
Maybe being a real brat would have led to a better ending.
Today is my birthday! My treat to you all is the finished Brokeback Fight Club piece :^} <3
(yes I did make the video, no I did not make the meme, shoutout to whoever did though, it gave me the energy to make this au become real)
I personally believe that Jack would take Ennis’ place while Tyler took Jack’s (how ironic) since he’s unafraid to push through but in this au there’s probably major differences as in: only follows the basic outline of what happens in the movie. Everything in between is for me and/or anyone to create because these two are sick and insane and god knows what they would be up to.
