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look at him.

take a good gander. do you think he gives a singular fuck about what you look like. how much you cry. how odd your mannerisms are.

I offer you today: Jimmy finding reader humping on a pillow and teasing and def using it as an excuse to at least attempt to get "closer" to them

Ok bye now!

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it's completely innocuous at first. your shift is over and you're in your quarters now, but curly is requesting your presence in the cockpit - that leaves jimmy with the task of disturbing your sleep and retrieving you. though jimmy had kind of sort of had his eye on you since you boarded, there was no nefarious ulterior motive. in fact, jimmy is grumbling and cursing to himself all the way about leaving his very important station to act as curly's flunky.

and YOU are in your quarters, so desperately pent up and cursing your past self for, when your luggage was over the pony express weight guidelines, having the poor foresight to ditch your vibrator among other things. nothing to do at that point though but accept your fate and get good at using your own hands and brainpower to get off, as god intended. and tonight you're building up a good rhythm on the stiff pony express provided pillows, a growing tension and warmth in your belly which is absolutely helped along by the scene playing in your head starring... none other than your new coworker, the co-pilot with the scruffy face and watchful dark eyes, a little guarded, a little standoffish, but with an effortless wit that charmed you from the start. and he was underneath you, you were imagining what he looked like under the stiff pony express uniform, the peaks and dips of his muscles, the hair on his arms, and his chest, and trailing down, coarser and thicker below his navel...and his voice encouraging you, dark eyes smoldering as you whimpered his name into the darkness: "jimmy... jimmy..."

then a stripe of light blinds you, and your heart and stomach are flung in opposite directions, jumping up high into your chest and sinking into the pit of your belly respectively when you whip your head over your shoulder to see jimmy's silhouette in the doorway. you're so fucking mortified and dumbfounded, all you can manage is an open mouthed "Uh..! Uh!" You had thought there was some unspoken but obvious agreement between everyone that the bedrooms were not to be intruded on, despite the lack of any locks, and yet... (did he hear you sighing his name, oh god did he hear you, jesus, you're fucked!!)

it only takes jimmy a split second to process what's going on before him. you, on your knees and hands, hunched over in your sleepwear, sweating, and the pillow wedged up high between your legs (sadly, still clad in your underwear. what a shame, he would have liked a peek at your bare ass). that look of shock and deathly embarrassment, your speechless little utterances. sure, it stirs something in his cock, but mostly he is amused, and he decides right then and there that he was going to worm his way into your life (and your pussy) one way or another. but now is not the time. he lets out one breathy laugh of amusement. "Hah!" theres an unmistakable glint in his eye. "...Captain needs you in the cockpit. But i'll go ahead and tell him you'll need a few more minutes. Don't let me interrupt you!" and turns to walk back down the hallway without another word, smirking to himself.

bastard. as if you can cum after that!