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Every once in a while, the clooless guys would go out for a night. You being close to them, you were invited too. Tonight’s adventure was a club. A hole-in-the-wall club on 6th street, filled with dancing and smoke. You were in your apartment getting ready, slipping on the new dress you bought. You had bought it specifically for tonight to catch a certain curly-haired man’s attention. It was no secret, to anyone but him, that you liked him. Especially not to Grizzy, who had heard the million ramblings you had gone on about him. He had been trying his best to convince you to make a move, but you’d always refused. But tonight, you decided to go for it.

After a grueling hour or so of getting ready, you finally felt ready. The uber you had called had just picked you up, and you had texted the guys that you were on your way. With each passing minute you got increasingly more anxious, yet excited. Soon enough, you arrived at the club and began to walk in. It was just as the guys had described it, neon lights illuminating the smoke swirling around the people dancing. You could feel the bass of the music through your shoes as you walked towards where the guys sat. Half tipsy greetings and laughter from the others met you as you sat down beside Jaime. His eyes hadn’t left you since you walked over, maybe grizzy’s plan was working.

Throughout the night, you noticed how Jaime’s gaze never left you for long. Even as you would make friends at the bar and dance, he was always watching like a hawk, glaring daggers at anyone who dared to get too close to you. After a shot of liquid courage, you wandered back to the table and sat back down beside him. The rest of the guys were on the floor, drunk and dancing. “Something on your mind?” You asked, meeting his gaze for the first time tonight. He chuckled and took a sip of his drink, then said “Nice dress.” You smirked, knowing it worked, and thanked him. You talked more, even though he was very much distracted by the dress, and before you knew it you were leaving the club with him.

The car ride back to his place was agonizingly long. The window on your side was rolled down, letting your hair blow in the wind and hopefully taking some heat from your body. The cold wind nipped at your legs and arms as you stole glances from each other. Before long, you’d made it through his garage and into his house. You mumbled a greeting to Oso and Max before following him as he led you to his room. As soon as the door closed behind you, he had you against it, breath ragged in your ear. The hairs on your neck stood up as he whispered “You’re so tense, what happened to that confidence back at the club?” You couldn’t respond, too focused on how his hands felt running over your sides. He pulled back to look you in your eyes, his eyes already darker than you’ve ever seen. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want this as much as I do.” He said, voice deep with restraint. You confirm, and his lips are immediately on yours. Your hands fly to his hair and he pulls you flush against him.

His hands wander to your thighs, and he whispers into your mouth, “jump.” You do so, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walks you to his bed. He lays you down without breaking the kiss, you head sinking into his pillow as his hands continue to explore your body. He breaks from the kiss and trails his lips down your jaw to your neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses and bites. You whine at the contact, and his hands travel under you to the zipper of your dress. He raises his head from your neck to look at you again. “Is this okay?” He asks, eyes searching yours. You nod, but he replies with “words, pretty girl.” You sigh, which makes him chuckle, and respond, “yes. Jaime, please.” Your voice was needier than anticipated, but he just smirked and slowly unzipped the dress.

He pulled the dress down your body, eyes raking over the newly exposed skin. “Holy shit..” he says to himself before diving back into your lips. After a minute of making out, he trails his lips down to your chest, reaching behind you to undo your bra with one hand, and throwing it to the side. His hands trailed up your sides to your chest, grabbing your boobs, mouth latching onto one. You gasped as he sucked and massaged, making sure he gave both boobs attention by switching from one to the other. You whimper and whine, which only eggs him on more. Before you know it, his lips are trailing down your stomach, stopping at your lace panties, fingers trailing up your thighs. He momentarily looks up at you, eyes pleading, and asks, “can i?” You nod and verbally confirm, and in the blink of an eye your panties are off and his hands are spreading your thighs. He looks up at you, and before you can ask what’s wrong, he says “ride my face. please.”

You can barely register what’s happening before he’s raising up to take off his own shirt. Your eyes trail over his upper body as he smirks and leans over you, flipping the two of you over, you sitting on his chest. “Jaime, are you sure? I mean-“ You can’t even finish your sentence before he replies with “I’m absolutely sure. I want this.” You take a deep breath before raising to hover over his mouth. To your surprise, he grips your hips tighter. “None of this hovering shit. Sit on me.” He says, his voice hungry as he pulls you down fully. The first contact of his tongue on your core had you gasping and moaning. He worked with precision, altering between long, slow licks and precise circles against your clit. Your hands flew to his hair and tugged, earning a moan from him, the vibrations against you having you in pure bliss. He ate you out, slow and open, savoring his time beneath you. You grinded down against his mouth, hips bucking in rhythm with his tongue. You could feel his smirk against you. Looking down, you could see his eyes closed and brows knitted together in concentration, it was clear he was loving it.

As the knot in your stomach tightened, you pleaded with him to keep going, and he listened. As you came, he lapped up everything you gave him, working you through your high. You raised off of him going back to sit on his chest. He looked up at you, eyes wide and pupils blown out, the man was pussy drunk. Before you could even come down from your high, he had you flipped back over onto your back, lips returning to yours in a deep kiss. You could feel the tent in his pants pressed against your inner thigh and reached down to palm him. He groaned into your mouth, letting go from the kiss and undoing his belt. The mere sound had desire snapping straight through your veins. He kicked his jeans and boxers off, leaving him fully exposed. “You just gonna stare? Or are you gonna open those pretty thighs for me?” He said, lazily stroking himself. Your thighs parted instinctively, making him smirk. He leaned back over you, bracing himself with a hand beside your head, his other hand lining himself up. “You ready sweetheart?” He asked teasingly. You nodded quickly, need evident in your face. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, leaving you gasping and grabbing his shoulders. He bottomed out and kissed you again. “Jaime.. move.” You begged, and he obliged.

He started slowly, savoring the sounds you made. But that slow rhythm didn’t last long, not with the way his name sounded falling from your lips. He soon began going faster, slamming you into the mattress. “This what you wanted huh? Wanted me to fuck you senseless?” He mumbled into your ear, stopping momentarily to hook one of your legs over his shoulder, driving himself deeper into you. The pace had you screaming his name, nails scratching down his back and shoulders. “Oh i know baby, i know.” He said condescendingly, feeling the way you clenched around him when he said it. “Oh you like it when i call you baby, huh?” You couldn’t even respond, too fucked out in your own bliss, chasing your high. “Jaime please, please im-“ “i know baby. Come on.” He pounded into you faster as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. You were grabbing at him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His own release followed shortly after, pressing as far into you as he could.

You were at a dinner with you and Jaime’s friends. The dinner had been going well so far; good food, good conversation, and a nice vibe. Only one small issue. You may or may not have been teasing your beloved boyfriend the entire night

It started before you even left for the restaurant. Your dress choice drove him wild, and you asking for help clasping a necklace didn’t help. You can still remember the feeling of him clasping the necklace, then his hands running down your shoulders and settling at your waist. The drive and arrival were normal, but the second the two of you sat down it was fair game. Nudging at his leg with your heel, laughing just enough at a friend’s joke to get his attention, the whole nine yards. Near the end of the night, he settled a hand on your thigh. A warning sign. You didn’t listen.

You’d been staying with Jaime since he broke his foot. He thought you were joking about staying with him to take care of him, but it’s evident now that you weren’t.

You’d let him do things on his own, of course, but was there to cook and clean and when he needed help. You’d also begun to get along with his dad, chatting with him before he leaves the house every morning. Jaime had been admiring you from afar since he met you, believing he had no chance with you. But the forced proximity of you living with him was killing him.

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this situation. Jaime’s dad out of town helping his mother with something, a deep conversation, a confession maybe? All you knew was you were on the couch, in his lap, with his lips attached to your neck. He wanted more, and you did too, but you were terrified to hurt him anymore than he already was. So you settled for this.

The amount of marks he was leaving made you think he was trying to claim you. Make sure people know you’re his. But you weren’t, not officially at least. He was mumbling against your neck, little “finally”s and “ive waited for so long”s. Pulling his hair and detaching him from your neck, you kissed him. He was pulling you impossibly closer, like he was afraid you’d disappear in the blink of an eye.

You and Jaime have a dinner plan for tonight. Not with the rest of the guys, a date with just you and him. You stand in front of the full-length mirror in your shared bedroom, smoothing out your dress. You’re almost ready, you just have to put on your necklace. One small issue though: you’ve got nails. Nails just long enough to prevent you from clasping the necklace. After a handful of tries, you throw your head back in frustration.

Almost as if on cue, Jaime pops into the room, smoothing out his sweater, asking “you ready, mi amor?” You sigh defeated, and he catches it. “It’s just this necklace, hun. Can’t clasp it.” You respond, slight bitterness in your voice as you stare at the jewelry piece. He asks, “want me to get it?” You look over your shoulder at him and respond with a slightly desperate “please.” You just wanted the stupid thing on your neck, but your action made Jaime’s heart skip a beat.