valentine's special - jamie tartt x kent!reader
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summary; jamie takes kent!reader on a weekend holiday for their first valentine's together
warnings; smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), unedited back half lol
a/n: you're all my valentine no take backs
"Jamie Tartt, have you lost your mind?"
"Yes, I have," he grins, "gone absolutely mental. You're all I can think about and I need to finish the season off strong so we are going to spend three nights in Prague, and I am gunna get my absolute fill of you."
Driving you to a surprise was a lovely early Valentine's gift, but you hadn't expected to end up at the airport where Jamie reveals he has a whole romantic getaway planned, for like, now.
Right now.
"Oh, is that how it is?"
"Maybe, I dunno that it'll ever be enough so we should really get going."
"I can't just go to Prague!" you laugh, "I have to work."
"I dealt with that," he says, "I dealt with everything, I got Kitman acting as housesitter, I've got you off of work, I got Roy to let me off training - and that one cost me... and I have flowers arranged to be sent to Pheobe, her mum, and my mum on the 14th."
You just stare at him for a moment, and his grin only grows as he winks at you. "Did I miss anything?"
"I didn't pack any clothes," you say, "or my passport."
"C'mon love," he laughs, "you can't think I planned all that and didn't think to pack you'a bag." You just look at him. "I had Keeley pack one for ya so it should be everything y'need. Now, we have a plane to catch, so can we please go?"
"I didn't bring the present I got you," you pout, "it's at home."
"Nah, because you told Keeley about it - S'in the bag."
"I love you, Jamie."
"I love you, baby."
In the air, Jamie has you two flying first class (obviously) with all the glamour of champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and some romcom that you were both ignoring to talk about all the fun things you were going to do in Prague - if you even get out of the room. Jamie's not entirely sure that will happen, not when he finally gets you all to himself since the first time, well, ever.
The trip is less than three hours, but you fall asleep for the last hour of the ride, Jamie just watches the movie, enjoys his snacks and occasionally glances over to you to enojy the sheer beautiful of his beautiful girlfriend.
Jamie feels bad for every woman he claimed to love before you, because it never was true love.
It was never this.
It feels illegal to wake you up, but he has to when the plane lands. He guides you, groggy and excited all at once, to the limo waiting out front of the airport.
"A limo? From here to the hotel, baby, now it just seems indulgent," you say, holding his hand and crawling into the back, but he just smiles and follows you in, sliding up close to you and wrapping his arm around you.
"What's the point of all this money if I can't spoil m'girl with it?" He smiles when you kiss his cheek, placing a kiss to your forehead in answer. He stays close to your ear and whispers, "I can think of a way for you to pay me back that'll make us both happy."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Mm, easy." He runs a hand over your thigh and slides it up until he's in danger of being indecent. "You let me play with this pretty pussy all night long."
You swallow, nod, but can't bring yourself to say anything as Jamie leans even closer to place a few slow, gentle kisses on your neck, his tongue rolling languidly over the spot just behind your ear, and then he nips the skin, making you gasp.
The ride is short, Jamie keeps you close and doesn't hide his excitement to get back to the hotel. He's in the middle of whispering more dirty things in your ear, promises of pleasure and more indulgences to come this evening, but he pulls away with a shit eating grin when he starts to get out of the car, holding his hand out for you to help you. And with warm cheeks and a tingle between your legs that squeezing your thighs together isn't fixing, you get out of the car.
He wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the front desk and checking the two of you in while bellboys deal with the luggage in the limo.
And the room he booked is unbelievable.
And Jamie has clearly called ahead it make it extraordinary.
You're in awe as you walk into the room, luggage somehow magically already piled outside the bedroom door. There's a tub in the bathroom that could fit a small flock of people, with champagne on ice beside it.
Jamie lets you take in the sight, and rubs your shoulders, thumbs kneading into the muscles at the top of your back, and he kisses the top of your head.
"Let me take you to the bedroom," he mumbles, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of your head and nipping at the skin of your ear, and then placing one last delicate kiss on the spot behind your ear and you finally fall into him. Relaxing against his chest and letting him guide you into the bedroom.
It's stunning.
You don't know what this three day trip is costing Jamie, and you don't want to know.
There are rose petals scattered across the floor, and the bed. The large sliding door leads to a balcony, with a view that you couldn't explain if you tried. You want to take the time to explore the room, see the art hanging on the walls, but you're so overcome with the need for Jamie, and it wasn't like a couple of paintings were going anywhere.
You make the first move and twist in his arms to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him close against you as you kiss him with all the love and passion you feel. Your tongues roll over each other as he wraps his arm around your back, balancing you as he pushes you backwards, towards the bed, but he doesn't let you fall.
He pulls away to grasp at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head then sliding his hand down the bare skin of your sides, his hands dipping into the waistband of your comfy pants and sliding them down too.
You whimper in annoyance at how slow he's moving, but he's savouring it. He's enjoying the unwrapping of his favourite gift.
"Jamie," you whimper, and he nearly relents, nearly throws you back on the bed and makes a rush job of it, but he can't. Not this time. Maybe later, but right now it's all about you, and making you feel loved, and it feels like he's trying to prove something - like he's sorry about all the early mornings where he leaves you alone in bed, like he wants you to know that you're on his mind, all day, everyday.
It crosses your mind as he's pulling the panties down your legs, kissing down your leg and helping you step out of the underwear.
"C'mon lovely, sit down."
And you follow his direction, sitting on the edge of the bed. He gets on his knees in front of you, spreading your legs to make room for him, and threads his hand into your hair, just enough to guide you to kiss him again, the slow clashing of lovers lips makes you both exhale, wrapping up in each other.
He pulls away all too soon, taking a moment to look you in the eyes. "You're s'beautiful," he whispers, "I'm a lucky man." He kisses you again, a chaste kiss, "I love you," he says, unclipping your bra and sliding it down your arms, leaving you exposed before him. "I love ya so fuckin' much."
"I love you, Jamie."
"Then prove it," he smiles, "lay back and take everything I give you."
You giggle, laying back on the bed as Jamie lifts your legs to rest over his shoulders. Your hands split up - one raking over the soft petals on the bedspread and the other threading through Jamie's hair, as he places kisses on the inside of your thigh, working his way up to his favourite place to be.
He always told you he could spend an eternity between your thighs, and he's on a mission to prove it. His hot tongue slides slowly across your clit, his eyes meeting your for only a second before he dives back down, his tongue grazing over every inch of you, like he's introducing himself in a place he's been a hundred times. His hands slide over your hips, one holding you securely and one grabbing at your chest, fingers fanning over the soft skin there.
His lips curl around your clit, and he sucks, once, twice, then drags his tongue flat across it again. He's targeting the sensitive bud, licking and sucking in intervals until you're a moaning mess, writhing and begging for more.
He grins, looking up at you to catch a glimpse of your face as he moves his hand from your breast to your opening, sliding one finger in, and he thinks it might be the most transcendent experience of his life. The way you taste, the way you smell, the way your pussy grips his finger, and you, they stray rose petals brushed over your chest and tummy, the few tangled into your hair. It's such a beautiful sight. It's breathtaking, and it gets even better, it reaches a peak with you, as he slips a second finger in and massages the spot in you he knows will make you fall apart for him.
His eyes are glued to your face as it twists up with pleasure, and he licks you through the high of it, hand squeezing your thigh to ground you, to bring you back to him, but he doesn't stop, keep softing beckoning his fingers within you and licking your clit until you're whining and begging and pulling his hair, asking for everything and nothing.
"Jamie, baby, please," you whimper, "need a kiss."
You would never be denied anything, he's a sucker and he knows it. He's proud of it, even. He grins, biting the inside of your thigh playfully before getting off his knees, pulling his shirt over his head and crawling up your body as you giggle and crawl backwards on the bed, ending with your legs haphazardly tangled around Jamie's, your soft skin scratching against the pants he still had on, and him hovering over you with a smile, before he's leaning down to kiss you.
His mouth tastes like you, but still tastes like him. He moans into your mouth like he could come in his pants just from this, from kissing you and holding you. And while he's not patient enough to test it out, he would bet he could.
"Hi love," he whispers, adjusting your legs so they're wrapped around his hips.
"Hi baby," you whisper back, bumping your nose against his affectionately. "Your pants are still on."
"So they are," he mumbles, awkwardly shuffling them down his thighs without sacrificing your legs around him.
"You're turn?"
"Mm, no. Still yours," he smirks, winking. "Might be your turn for the rest of our lives, actually."
"You sayin' you don't want a blowjob for the rest of ou li-" you moan, cut off by the feeling of Jamie pushing into you, slowly stretching you out inch by inch, and moan again, lost in the feeling of him right away.
You'd recently had a talk about Jamie being faithful and safe sex and how since you're on birth control that you wouldn't need to wear rubbers everytime anymore and Jamie was taking full advantage of that.
As if he'd risk a thousand nights like this for anything. Anyone.
No one would compare anyways.
Once he's fully seated in you, he pushes your hair out of your face, and kisses your forehead, then your nose, then places a slow, tender kiss on your lips. Your arms wrap around his neck and hold him close, and for a moment you just take each other in. The stretch between your legs, the taste of him - and you - on his tongue as it rolls through your mouth, and the feel of his skin against yours. A feeling that is so... home. Being with Jamie like this feels like a safe place to land.
He starts to rock his hips slowly, gently, taking the time to feel and savour every inch of you.
"This fuckin' pussy baby," he mewls, "fits me so fuckin' perfect, she's weepin' honey, she needs me." It's like his words have a mind of their own when he gets like this, like he can't control the things he says when he has you close. "S'fuckin' perfect, can feel her squeezin' me tighter, pretty girl, you like when I talk to you, huh?" He whispers as you just continue to moan, hips trying to rock against his harder but he controls the pace, takes you nice and slow. "What d'you need baby? What d'you want? Say it and it's yours, anythin', I'll give you fuckin' anything. Everything."
"I just want you, Jamie," you plead, "all of you, all the time."
"Yours," he promises, hips snapping once, harder, "all day," hips snap again, the moan as he hits deep inside of you, "of every," another snap, your pussy flutters around him, "fucking," he pulls one of your legs up and pushes it into your chest, "day," and the pretty moan that escapes you is the last straw, and Jamie gives himself to you, letting you have it how you want it. Messy, fast, hard, but still filled with adoration, it's passionate worship, not rough sex. One hand keeps you folded up, the other is by your head, supporting him as he takes you. Each slap of his hips against yours brings you closer, and he feels it, the way you get tight, the way your eyes are squeezed shut.
"Touch yourself, baby, would'ya? Want this pussy to come around me," he grunts, Jamie mutters, losing his poetry to pleasure, he's holding himself back to make you come again but he's losing the battle, until your fingers land on your clit, and it doesn't take many expert circles to bring you there, clenching and gushing around him like you're intentionally trying to ruin him. He slows himself down - not wanting to end it yet, wanting more, needing more.
He doesn't collapse on you, but rather pushes his chest to yours with intent, trying to bring you as close as possible as you float down from your high, Jamie still seated inside you, rose petals sticking to sweaty skin.
Another gentle kiss and Jamie rolls the two of you over, never breaking the connection between your legs.
"C'mon pretty girl, I know y'tired but I wanna watch you bounce around for a minute," he groans, hands ghosting over the sides of your rib cage, and you lean down, supporting yourself on his chest while you start slowly rocking against him.
Jamie throws his head back, lost in the feeling of your soft walls wrapped around him, still tighter from your second orgasm.
"Give it to me Jamie," you whine, head thrown back as you use your knees to bring yourself up, until just the tip is kissing you and then sliding down quickly, taking his whole cock in again. Jamie flinches at how good it feels, and takes your hips in his hands to help you bounce, meeting your hips halfway with each thrust.
"Prettiest girl in the fuckin' world, baby, there's only you." Jamie grip tightens as he gets closer, his breathing getting heavier. "Just made for me baby, fuck, made to ruin me, destroy me. I love you, jesus christ baby," he keeps muttering and mumbling, literally unable to shut up for one second with you on him like this, "baby, please, fuck, s'perfect. My queen, my queen on your fuckin' throne - I," he thrusts up harshly, "love," again, "you," he groans, and pulls you down, throwing his head back as he cums deep, deep inside you, fingers holding your hips like a vice, and you just moan at the pain and pleasure.
Jamie moves quick, thumb moving over your pussy in fast circles, pushing you over the edge you were so close to for the third time, and you come again, pussy twitching and gushing over his cock, stomach muscles contracting and spasming over a third orgasm so quickly after the others.
A soft hand across your back guides you in the haze, and lays you back on the bed, you feel a kiss on your forehead but don't truly register what it was.
The smell of roses is the first thing you notice when you come back down from the high Jamie brought you to.
He mumbles something that you don't understand before he leaves the room, but you hear the bath running a minute later.
Jamie pads back into the room, chuckling sweetly at the sight of you stretching and mewling over how good you feel.
"D'you wanna have a little bubble bath with me, lovey?"
"No more bed?"
Jamie laughs. "Gotta save some stamina for the rest of the weekend love. Why don't we have a bath, and then take a nap, and then go see a few sights? Might be able to track down a sweet treat and a coffee too."
You open one eye at the mention of a sweet treat, and can't help the little smile on your face. "Okay, mister, carry me to the bubble bath!"
Arms sneak under your legs and behind your shoulders and tug you up, and you giggle as he carries you bridal style over to the tub that's nearly filled.
"Temp test, m'lady," he says, getting you close enough to dip a couple of toes in the water, testing how hot it is. You give a curt nod, and he laughs as he sets you in the tub, then crawls in behind you, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you.
"This is perfect, Jamie. Best gift ever." You snuggle more into him.
"This isn't your gift, y'muppet, this is just where we're spending Valentine's.. gotta gift for ya in me bag too."
"Jamie it's too much!!" you squeal, but you're smiling, you're exactly where you want to be.
He just sighs dreamily, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "For you, it's never enough. I wanna give you everything."
BONUS:
"One sec, it's Roy," you say, answering the phone at lunch, new Tiffany bracelet sparkling in the sun, "hey Roy, what's up?"
"ARE YOU INSANE!?"
"Why are you yelling?"
Jamie looks up from trying to hook his new dangly sword earrings you got him in his ear, head cocked to the side waiting to hear what you're talking about.
"Jamie Tartt and new girlfriend, sister of coach Roy Kent, caught locking lips at hotel pool."
"Okay and? we're on a romantic trip, of course there will be some kissing, I'm not an idiot you know, I know what is appropriate PDA or not and-"
"THAT PRICK TOLD ME HIS UNCLE WAS GETTING SURGERY THAT WEEKEND AND HE NEEDED TO BE THERE!!"
You look at him. Jamie just shrugs.
"He doesn't have an uncle, Roy." You laugh. "And this trip was a surprise to me so leave me out of whatever punishment you work out for him." You hang up the phone as Roy continues to yell. "If you keep antagonizing him, he will kill you."
Jamie winks. "Yea, but it's so fuckin' fun though."
