A Lonely Lover's Charm (Jaime x Reader) [18+]
a/n: age gap aka just jaime at 40 cause hes still fkin hot???
The air in Jaime’s private home studio was always thick with the scent of old mahogany, amplifier heat, and the faint masculine musk of his cologne.
For months, you had played a dangerous game of cat and mouse. You knew exactly what you were doing when you chose your outfits for your weekly lessons - the shorter the skirt, the more you noticed his gaze drifting.
Jaime was definitely way older than you. A man of disciplined patience and a quiet, brooding intensity. He had never crossed the line but the tension was a living thing between you. You’d catch him staring at your thighs while you struggled with a chord or feel his fingers linger just a second too long on your hand when he corrected your grip on the fretboard.
You’d labeled him a pervert in your head, a secret thrill running through you every time you caught him hungerly eyeing your body, though he always maintained a professional facade. Today you decided to push him to the breaking point. You walked into the studio wearing a skirt that barely grazed your mid-thigh and a low-cut white shirt that dipped dangerously low, exposing the soft curve of your breasts and the teasing shadow of your nipples.
The moment you stepped inside, you saw it - the way his pupils dilated. The way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He didn't even greet you with his usual calm smile. This time he just stared, his eyes scanning you from your heels up to the swell of your chest.
He blinked. "Are you ready to start?"
You slightly bit your lip and nodded.
The lesson was a blur of agonizing tension. Every time he leaned over you to guide your hand, the heat from his body radiated against yours. You could feel his gaze burning into your cleavage, his breathing becoming heavier and more erratic. He was barely focusing on the music. His voice was rasping as he gave instructions and his eyes constantly snapped back to the sliver of skin exposed by your shirt.
As the hour came to an end, you stood up to put your guitar back in its stand. You leaned over, purposefully letting the skirt ride up even further, exposing the lace of your panties and the redden skin on your ass from sitting on the stool for too long.
You didn't even have time to straighten up before you felt a sudden, powerful force slam you backward.
The air left your lungs in a sharp gasp as Jaime pressed you hard against the studio wall. The cold wall bit into your back but the heat of his body was an incinerating weight against your front. He didn't say a word - he just stared down at you, his expression no longer professional. The calm and patient teacher was gone. In his place was now a man who looked like he wanted to devour you whole.
"You've been pushing me for months," He growled, his voice a low dangerous rumble that vibrated in your chest. "Do you have any idea what it's like to sit there and watch you parade yourself in front of me, knowing exactly what you're doing?"
Before you could answer, his mouth crashed onto yours. It wasn't a gentle kiss either. It was a claim. He tasted of coffee and desperation. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, sweeping through with a primal hunger. One of his hands stayed pinned beside your head, while the other slid down and gripped your thigh, hoisting your leg up around his waist.
He groaned into the kiss, the sound guttural and raw. He shifted his hips and you felt it - the massive, rock-hard length of his cock pressing firmly against you through the thin fabric of your skirt. He was throbbing, desperate for release.
Jaime pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze dark and predatory. "I'm done being the patient teacher," He rasped. He reached down, his large hand bunching up the fabric of your skirt and shirt in one violent motion, shoving them up to your waist. He didn't waste time with your panties. He simply hooked his fingers into the lace and ripped them to the side, exposing your drenched slit to the cool air of the room.
He let out a shaky breath. His eyes locked onto your wetness. He slid his hand down, his thick fingers diving deep into your pussy. You arched your back, a loud moan escaped you as he found your clit, rubbing it with a brutal, rhythmic pressure that made you shake.
"You're so fucking wet for me," He whispered. His breath was hot against your ear. "You wanted this. You've been begging for this with every single outfit you wore."
He didn't give you a chance to recover. He fumbled with his belt, freeing his cock with a frantic urgency. It sprang out - thick and pulsing - the head already glistening with pre-cum. He gripped your hips and lifted you slightly off the floor, guiding the head of his cock to your opening.
With one powerful, unrestrained thrust, he buried himself inside you.
You screamed, the sound echoed through the soundproofed room. He was huge, stretching you wide, filling every vacant space inside you. The sensation was overwhelming. It was a sudden explosion of pleasure that made your vision blur.
Jaime didn't slow down. He began to fuck you with a raw, rhythmic violence, his hips slammed against yours with a wet slapping sound. He held you pinned against the wall, his strength undeniable, driving himself deep into you with every stroke. You wrapped your arms around his neck and dug your fingers into his shoulders as you rode the wave of his intensity.
"Look at me," He commanded, his voice strained.
You opened your eyes to see him completely undone. His face twisted in a mask of pure lust. He accelerated the pace. His thrusts became shorter and faster, hammering into you until you felt your internal muscles clamping tight around him. You came first, your pussy pulsed in violent spasms that milked him. You tossed your head back against the wall as you spiraled into a crashing orgasm.
The feeling of your climax triggered his own. Jaime let out a guttural groan. His body stiffened as he delivered one final deep plunge. You felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside you, filling you up as he shuddered against you. His forehead rested against yours as both of you gasped for air in the sudden heavy silence of the studio.
You weakly smiled through your pants, still catching your breath. "Took you long enough." He slid out of you slowly. You felt a sudden chill as the cool air hit your sensitive skin and your legs felt like jelly, nearly giving out.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," He admitted softly, his gaze locked onto yours. "I hated myself for how much I wanted you, but God... you have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you."
