A Rebellion of Sex - Oneshot
Pairing: Jim Mason x fem!reader
Words: 3.6K
Summary: Jim and the reader are in a friends with benefits situation despite his Mom’s disapproval. When Jim drops the girlfriend bomb it’s a surprise to everyone, discovering Jim’s noise kink is just the cherry on top.
Warning: S M U T! loud sex, softdom!Jim, nsfw, blowjob, swearing, domestic arguments, casual marijuana use.
A/N: Here’s my first oneshot for Jim Mason! It’s a bit nasty but I wanted to try something REAL SMUTTY for Jim and the idea of him using sex as a way to rebel was too juicy to pass up! I hope I did sweet Jim justice, as always let me know your thoughts, drop me a message!
(Gif by @ferns-cody)
It was one of the biggest fights I’d ever been a part of. The language Sandy was using against me was unforgivable, but no matter what she said or how she tried to hammer the door down, I won’t let her near Jim. I won’t unlock that door.
“This is my fucking house.” Sandy shouts, another blow landing against the door. “I have a right to see my son.”
“He doesn’t want to see you,” I repeat for the thousandth time.
Jim is lying on his bed next to me, his head in my lap. My shorts are stained with his tears as he struggles down from his latest high and he grips my thighs tight as if that will block out his Mom’s voice.
“How dare you.” Sandy says, “You’ve been nothing but hell since you came into his life. You open this door or I will call the cops.”
I glance down at Jim, he looks up at me through glassy eyes. A couple more tears leak down into his ears before I can brush them away. “You need to say something.” I whisper, “If she calls the cops there’s nothing I can do. She could get a restraining order against me or something.”
Jim shakes his head, putting his hands over his ears. “Can’t.” He moans, “She needs me-”
“She’s destroying you.” I’ve tried so many times to help Jim see it, “I know you love her but what she’s doing isn’t healthy for you, or for her.”
“I’m going to give you till the count of three.”Sandy’s voice echoes through the bedroom door, “One.”
“You aren’t her husband.” I remind him, “You don’t have to always be at her beck and call.”
“Two.”
“I’m fine, Mom.” Jim shouts, “Leave us alone. Y/N’s just helping me, I want her here.”
“Helping you with what? If you are taking drugs in there-”
“No.” Jim pushes up from my lap and his world tilts as he rises. He doesn’t let it stop him, staggering to the door. I jump up, thinking he’s going to open it and Jim is in no condition to save me from Sandy’s wrath. But Jim slams his hand on the door, “Y/N gets me, Mom. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine, sweetie.”Sandy’s voice turns saccharine on hearing her son so close to the door, “I can hear it in your voice and you promised us you wouldn’t go back to the drugs after the hospital.”
Jim slumps down the door, his eyes on me. I’m half-risen on his bed, ready to leap into action. Jim knocks his head back against the door. He doesn’t have an answer for the drugs, not one he can give to his Mom anyway and I can only ask so much of Jim right now. Kicking the drugs has to come before standing up to his Mom, before speaking with Phil, before cutting the Bay Boys out of his life. I have to help him get a hand on the wheel if Jim’s going to get the strength to come back from the edge.
“Jim, please talk to me.” Sandy’s started to cry, we can hear her sniffs as she fights to keep her composure.
Her sobs have the opposite effect on Jim, he stands up and kicks the door as hard as he can. “I just want to be alone with my girlfriend, is that so much to ask?”
My whole body tingles at that word.
Catching how my breathing’s changed, Jim pushes away from the door, takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. He kisses me long enough that I have to catch my breath. Jim’s grinning when we break apart, the taste of marijuana lingers on his mouth as he grips his hair, delighted at my stunned expression.
“Caught ya off-guard didn’t I?” He grins.
Jim has never referred to me as his girlfriend before. We’ve hooked up many times but it’s always been more of a friends with benefits situation. We’re close, but I was terrified he wouldn’t want anything more with me right now. Jim’s been crying for attention, acting out and getting himself in all kinds of trouble and I’ve been the only one to see that he’s the true casualty in his parent’s divorce. I didn’t want to add to that pressure, especially by piling on the strain between Jim and his Mom.
Sandy’s gone absolutely silent and the peace is damn heavenly.
“Girlfriend?” Sandy’s voice has returned to her. “Jim you told me there was no one, that you weren’t going to date while I needed you.” Then the doorknob is being jiggled again, Sandy more desperate than ever to gain entrance.
“Don’t worry,” Jim whispers, kissing my cheek. “I won’t let her anywhere near you.”
I pull Jim in for another kiss, “You want me to be your girlfriend?”
“Are you not?” He smirks, but I know it’s his way of asking me. His hands find their way around my waist as he waits for my answer.
“Did you say that to your Mom? About not wanting to date?”
“Only to shut her up.” Jim pushes another kiss to my lips, “Are you gonna leave me hanging here without an answer, baby?”
I’ve wanted this for so long I eagerly start nodding till Jim falls apart laughing. He dives for my neck, Jim’s lips pressing wet, feather-light kisses up and down wherever he can reach, his hands roaming my upper back and toying with my shirt. Jim feels wonderful, putting one-hundred-percent effort into tracing his lips up my neck and nibbling on my earlobe till I melt. A moan slips out of my mouth and I slap my hand over my mouth in case Sandy can hear us.
Jim removes my hand, never stopping his ministrations. “Let her hear.”
I look to the door as Jim’s tongue slides behind my ear and my mouth drops open at the sensation it pulls from me. I grasp at his shirt, dragging Jim closer as his tongue laves over that tender spot behind my ear. Jim knows exactly what to do to make me weak, pulling tiny cries of joy from me all while his Mom stands behind his bedroom door.
“I can hear you both.”Sandy’s voice is full of disgust, “Do you even know what you’re doing? What could happen?”
Jim’s tongue makes its way down the other side of my neck and suckles a hickey into place, “Going to mark you all over.” He hums in-between sucks, “Then she’ll really see how much I fucking want you.”
“I’ve wanted to ask you for ages.” I pant, my hands fisting in Jim’s hair. “Wanted more than just sex.”
“Me too.” Jim groans, his hips rubbing against my shorts.
I’ve never been so aroused. Sandy maintains her assault of the bedroom door while Jim elicits moans from me. His tongue feels divine, the pressure, the sensation, the wetness and the sounds of suckling he makes as I let him decorate my neck with his marks. I can feel Jim hardening as he starts to rub his clothed cock up and down my shorts.
My hand travels down his shirt, I want it gone.
Jim takes my cue and throws it off giving me the most exquisite view of his body. Well built from his surfing, Jim’s torso is lean and taut, his nipples have hardened and I reach up to take one in my mouth. Jim’s not shy with his own sounds, he groans freely, his head dropping back as I flick over his nipple with my tongue, “So sensitive, baby.” He cries, “Keep going.”
“JIM!”
“Yeah, suck me.” Jim shouts, loud enough to finally shut Sandy up. “Don’t stop, Y/N.”
I release his nipple, the suction from my tongue making a pop. Jim smiles down at me, his fingers sliding through my hair. His eyes have lost that glassiness, there’s a determination there as I lavish more attention on him. Jim lets me stimulate him, a slew of praise spilling from his lips as my tongue up travels up his chest and down over his other nipple. The trail of saliva I leave, combined with the cool temperature has Jim’s hips gyrating and I run a hand teasingly up over his cock. He bucks into my hand, “Jesus.” He curses, “More, give me more.”
I climb on my knees to kiss him, wrapping my arms around him. Jim holds me in place, hands roaming all over me to return the favour. He pulls my t-shirt over my head and tries to get one of my hands down to palm his cock. “Not yet, baby.” I coo, raining kisses from Jim’s face to his neck. “I want to mark my boyfriend first.”
“Say it louder.” He orders, hands back in my hair.
I let my voice ring loud, “I want to mark my fucking boyfriend, Jim.”
Complete satisfaction rips from Jim’s mouth as I suck hard on him and bite down softly with my teeth. When I let him go I can see the skin purpling from where my mouth has been.
There hasn’t been a sound from Sandy for a while.
“Oh God,” Jim’s getting himself more and more worked up. His hips pushing up, thrusting into my own as I work him all over. Jim groans till it’s too much for him and he pushes me onto my back and I bounce off the bed, his lips back on mine. Jim’s hands find my hips and he hoists my legs apart, slithering in-between them, his hands cupping my breasts. I arch my back so he can remove my bra and Jim dumps it off the bed. I rake my nails down Jim’s back as his hot, wet mouth devours my breasts. There isn’t a single area he doesn’t treat with his tongue and I’m lost in my own moans, not used to being allowed to make noise. Usually we keep deadly silent, fearful someone will overhear us, but I can’t deny how exciting the change is. Jim’s eyes spark with lust every time I cry loud enough to meet his approval. “Yeah,” He whispers, sucking a mark on my breast. “I’ve got you so bad haven’t I? Tell me what you want me to do to you?”
The dirty talk isn’t new between us, Jim’s always been more turned on when he can grunt out what he wants. But tonight the ferocity in Jim’s tone has me meeting his every request without defiance.
Jim bites down on my breast, and a mark blooms into life as I watch him. The skin purples and Jim soothes it with his tongue, “Tell me, or I won’t go any lower, Y/N.”
“I want you,” I moan.
“How?”
“Inside me.”
Jim’s eyes go dark, “Louder.” He demands, “All in one go.”
I take a deep breath, knowing Sandy’s going to murder me. “I want my boyfriend to fuck me.”
Then Jim’s fingers are dipping into the waistband of my shorts and I feel his fingers trace over my clit. I jut up into his hand, Jim’s fingers sliding along my vagina, feeling how wet I am for him, “So good.” He moans, stroking himself with his other hand. “So wet for me.”
I don’t care anymore. Let the world hear us if it means I’m going to get Jim’s cock inside me.
“Yeah I’m so wet, so wet for you Jim.”
“For me, baby? I’m honoured.”
Jim removes his fingers and eases my shorts off. The loss of contact has me squirming in his grasp, but it isn’t long till Jim’s cupping me, feeling my wetness seep through my knickers. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips and then he pushes his finger in as far as he can go, through my knickers and the near-penetration has me spacing out, my mind fogging up as my arousal hits an all time high. “I’m gonna do it.” Jim declares, pushing deeper till I think he’s going to put a hole in my underwear, “Gonna fuck you, because you’re mine. Because I want you so bad and you’re now officially mine.”
“Do it.” I encourage, “I need more, Jim.”
He removes his hand and sinks back on his knees. I sit up, unbuttoning his trousers at once and sliding them down his legs. Jim’s bulge is right at my eye level and I can’t wait any longer. I run my fingers over his white briefs, so tight against his large cock and Jim lets out another loud cry. His hips jerk into my hand as I gain the confidence to lick up his briefs, the heat from my tongue stimulating his cock but nowhere near enough to give Jim the satisfaction he craves. His hand disappears behind my neck and I think he’s going to hold me in place, but Jim isn’t like that. His fingers are soft, running in my hair as he pets me.
“More,” He cries, “I need to feel you, Y/N. Take me out baby.”
I pull his briefs away from his cock and check out what’s awaiting me. I press kisses down the thin trail of hair from Jim’s navel down to the base of his cock and then further, his briefs going down till Jim’s cock springs free. I kiss the tip at once, Jim’s hips shuttering from the attention I’m giving his cock. I kiss up and down his length, Jim’s briefs now hanging round his knees. He’d have to move to take them off, but Jim doesn’t dare do anything when I’m giving his cock so much attention, “Are you gonna suck me off, baby?” He asks, looking down at me.
I meet his eyes, Jim rolls his hips closer to my mouth, I watch his cock dribble in anticipation of what’s to come, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I smile up at him, “You’d like me to suck you off till you cum down my throat.”
“I’ll save my cum for your cunt.” He gasps, “I’m cumming inside my girlfriend tonight.”
I’m flooding at his words. Without breaking eye contact I lower my mouth onto him, opening wide enough to slip him in as far as I can take him. Jim grunts when my hands wraps around the rest of him, pumping up and down as I set a firm rhythm, moving my mouth up and down him. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, collecting more Jim’s pre-cum on my tongue before spitting over his cock and taking him back in my mouth.
“Take it all in, baby.” Jim groans, his hips starting to get into the flow with me as I swallow him down as far as I can go. Jim remains gentle and doesn’t shove me down on him, he just takes what I’m giving him so willingly. I resume suckling on him as I take him in, my hand jerking off what I can reach. The hitching of Jim’s breath tells me I’m doing it exactly how he likes.
Jim’s hand rests on my shoulder and I take it as my cue to stop, “Close.” He mutters, pulling away. “I wanna be inside you.”
I lie back on the bed, dragging my knickers off. Jim follows me at once, hovering over me. He taps his cock on my clit making me gasp, “Please, Jim I need you inside me.”
He lines himself up and then pushes his cock through my folds, rubbing slowly and coating himself in my wetness. I cry out, the sensation’s great but not enough.
“Beg me again,” Jim commands.
I give him a look, but Jim keeps going, lubricating himself on me as the room fills with the sounds of his slick, soppy cock.
My voice rises, “Jim please. I need you now!”
Then he’s filling me up, Jim’s cock sinks into me and I give a sigh of pure bliss. It feels good being so full of his cock, Jim panting as his breaths hitches the deeper he pushes. “How do you want me to fuck you, baby?” Jim asks, “Hard? Do you want me to fuck you good and hard so you scream and the entire house hears you?”
Before I would have died at the thought, but Sandy’s pushed us both too far. She may no longer be at the door, but I’m going to make sure she knows just how hard and good I’ve fucked her son tonight. She’ll know the depth of how much I care for this boy.
“I want you to make me scream.” I tell him and Jim starts with a strong pace, his hips fucking up and into me. Every stroke hits home, deeper and exactly how I want it.
“You feel incredible.” Jim praises, his hands braced on either side of my body. He surges down for another kiss, leaving his lips by mine, “Tell me how much you’re enjoying it. Tell me how good my cock feels.”
“I’m enjoying-”
Jim hushes me, “With your voice, baby. I wanna hear you cry for me.” To give me further encouragement Jim accelerates his pace, pulling all the way out and then sliding all the way back in. I let my pants leave me, let Jim work me up as he keeps up his onslaught of praise, dirty words firing from his mouth, “So good, clenching down on me. Fuck Y/N, you feel incredible.”
“So good, Jim.”
“Don’t stop,” He begs, rolling us over so I’m on top. I make sure I’m back in position and take over, bouncing up and down and Jim gives me a pleased smile. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock.”
“Jim!”
“That’s it baby, say my name.”
“JIM!”
“That’s it, I’m your fucking boyfriend. I’m the one fucking you so hard right now.”
I’m nearing my peak, working up to my climax as Jim stutters up into me. I grind down, moving my hips around and Jim cries so loud I slap my hand over his mouth. He carries on muffled mewls echoing off the wall of his room and I think it’s just working him up more. I likeit. I let go, letting my cries fall freely as I sink up and down on him. Jim helps me keep up a fast pace, the sound of our fucking filling Jim’s bedroom. It’s so loud I can feel myself gushing over Jim’s cock, wondering who can hear us.
Jim groans, “I’m close, God I can feel you soaking my cock.”
“Jim, pound me.”
He gives into my request at once, guiding my hips as Jim thrusts up into me, unrelenting, losing his rhythm till my vision blurs and I can no longer make a sound, my orgasm short-circuiting my mind, “Jim. I’m-”
“Me too.” He cries, hips blistering into mine. “Fuck, Y/N!”
“JIM!”
“Give it to me.” He demands, hips never stopping. “Make me cum, bring me with you.”
“Can you two shut up!” Medina’s voice travels loudly through the door, her rage and the fact that she can definitely hear us is what sets Jim off. His mouth drops open, his cries choking and dying in his mouth as he orgasms deep inside me, Medina’s fist on the bedroom his accompaniment. My own orgasm is still fluttering through me, sending sweet shockwaves throughout my whole being as I tense on Jim’s cock, making him moan again. Jim’s head falls back on the pillow, hands already soothing me as I fall on his chest and Jim keeps me close.
“Finally!” Medina’s voice is full of false cheer, “Congratulations, you’ve woken up the whole damn neighbourhood.”
“Good.” I call back and Jim bursts into snickers, his chest bumping up against mine as he laughs. I blush, my awareness coming back to me and the fact I just back chatted his twin. Just how loud were we?
We listen to Medina’s footsteps fall away and her bedroom door slam. I find the energy to lift my head up enough to catch Jim’s gaze, he looks at me with eyes of pure fondness as I ease myself off him and drop next to him. Jim cuddles me close, kicking the blankets off and pulling them over us. He kisses my forehead, “Thank you.”
“Thank you?”
He’s nervous, like Jim usually is after we’ve tried something new. “I know that wasn’t really your thing.”
“Really? I think I’ve found we’ve found a new kink.”
He grins, “What? Pissing my Mom off? I wouldn’t be surprised if she demands a pregnancy test.” Jim stills beside me, “You’re still on the pill right?”
I nod into his chest and Jim breathes out through his mouth, “You’re the most wonderful girlfriend.” He praises, “You’re so brave, so kind to me. You’re everything I need.”
I hush him, pushing myself up till we’re close enough to feel each other’s breath on our faces. I think Jim’s going to stick his tongue out at me, but he just kisses my nose.
“Medina’s not right, is she?” I ask, “You don’t think we’ve woken up the whole street do you?”
“Nah,” Jim says, “She’s just being dramatic.” His eyes alight with a thought, “Though if they did, I think they’d celebrate us finally making it official.” I can’t resist tweaking his nipple, Jim grasping my hand as it sends a ripple of sensation through him, “Sensitive,” He mumbles.
“I think they’d rather us have found a better way to announce it than this.”
Jim doesn’t care, he’s proud of himself and I have to admit I’m proud of him too. It was dramatic, but it was a step on the long road of getting him away from his Mom’s suffocating presence, from her need to fill the whole left by her husband. If these little acts of rebellion are what Jim needs then I’ll happily lead the revolt with him if it means Jim can regain some of his life, if he can once again be the Jim I fell for.