BOY!!!!! -F.P Jones

“That’s okay. C’mon. Take what you need, baby. Take it—”

“Shut up…” you huff bitterly, with your eyes shut tight.

Your nails dig crescent shapes into his pale skin as you brace yourself on his scruffy chest. The bed creaks beneath your bodies as you grind over his hairy thighs in rapid, rhythmic motions, hopelessly chasing your orgasm.

The need to cum swells within you, knotting somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach, but never snapping the way you need it to. Your body denies you the pleasure you so desperately crave and, for the first time ever, Jack’s fucked-out babbling isn’t helping.

“What is it, baby?” he mumbles in a gruff voice that borders on sympathetic. Even with your eyes closed, you can hear the distant smile in his voice. “You still mad at me, huh? Is that it? ‘Cause this pussy’s still obsessed with me, honey, I can tell—”

“Oh, my god— Shut up—”

You lift your left hand from his chest and cup it over his mouth, with your thumb resting under his stubbly chin. His eyes widen at the sudden act of dominance, and you feel his smiling curling beneath your palm.

You stopped being mad at him for calling you out during a particularly intense surgery a while ago, but his insinuation that you still were reignites the fire within you — a simmering that you can feel in your stomach, a tightening coil threatening to snap. You chase that feeling when it begins to rise within you once more, so close you can almost taste it.

Your heavy head tips back, and your mouth parts with a silent moan.

You feel Jack humming against your palm. “Mhm,” he mumbles in muffled praise. “That’s it. Take what you want—”

You press your hand tighter to his mouth, suffocating his words as your orgasm rushes through you. The warm feeling in your stomach spreads to your tingling limbs as your drooling pussy flutters with merciless aftershocks.

You melt on top of the hard body beneath you, hiding your face in his neck and pressing your racing heart against his. Your bare chests heave together with panted breaths. You feel his rumbling with a quiet laugh as his wide, softly calloused palms smooth over the expanse of your sweat-slick spine.

“Atta girl…” he praises lowly, between the wet kisses he presses to your shoulder. His scruff scratches your delicate skin and sends chills pebbling in his wake. “There she is… My sweet girl…”

The honeyed moment is shattered by your monotone voice, half-muffled in his neck, “Jesus Christ, do you ever stop talking—?”

His right hand parts from your hip to swat your ass.

Your whine gets buried in his neck then, too, as you writhe against him at the distant stinging feeling. His smile curls against your shoulder as you arch your back, pressing your ass further into his hand, silently begging him to spank you again — to tame you.

“See?” he hums into your skin. “You can be sweet for me, can’t you?”

—————

Michael Robinavitch is methodical to a fault.

He forgets, sometimes, that sex is more about the experience than the endgame. He gets so focused on making you feel good that he forgets that he can take his time — that sometimes you want him to, that sometimes you want to feel him for as long as you’re possibly able.

Your buzzing body is pressed between his broad one and the mattress below. Half of your face is buried in the pillow, while the other half is pressed into the side of Robby’s. His beard is coarse against your delicate skin as his mouth brushes the shell of your ear.

“Cum for me,” he commands in a whisper, panted breaths fanning over your burning skin. “C’mon, baby. You can do it. Cum for me—”

Your whine swells in the silent bedroom. You are completely at his mercy this way, smushed beneath his large body, with his scruffy chest flush against your back, and with his left hand curled under your thigh. The pads of his gently calloused fingers rub mercilessly at your clit as he punches into you in shallow thrusts, never pulling too far out of you, and forcing you to feel every ridge of his twitching cock.

“No, Robby,” you whine in protest.

“It’s okay,” he coos sympathetically in your ear. “I’m right here. You can cum for me—”

“Don’t want to,” you say in a broken whisper. “Not yet.”

Robby laughs, sharp exhales through his broad nose. You can feel his stomach shaking against the curve of your spine. “Not yet, huh?” he echoes. “When have you ever turned down an orgasm?”

You sigh when his thrusts slow to a stop, and his fingers still on your swollen clit. You melt into the mattress when the urge to cum dwindles like a snuffed-out flame.

“Don’t want it to be over too soon…” you confess in near-inaudible murmurs. “Want it to last…”

“We have all night, baby,” Robby murmurs into your ear, softening all over again, as his hips tilt forward and back again.

His cock presses further inside your velvet walls. Your cunt clenches around him despite yourself, suckling him in deeper. His mouth curls into a smile against your skin when a whimper sounds in your throat.

“Go ahead and cum. I know you need it. It won’t be the last time, either, I promise—”

“See? No—” you moan and lift your head from the pillow. Your bleary eyes open to glare half-heartedly at the man behind you. Robby’s deep brown eyes are squishy around the edges, far too soft for how sinfully he’s fucking you now. “Don’t talk like that. That makes it worse.”

“You don’t want me talkin’ to you?” he laughs breathlessly, almost hurt.

You lift your left hand from where it had previously been fisting the sheets below. You cup his cheek, and his scruffy beard scratches against the soft skin of your palm.

“I want you to stop coaching me,” you correct in a gentle murmur, lidded eyes darting back and forth between his darker ones.

His brows pinch. “What do you mean?”

“We’re off the clock, Robby,” you remind him with a soft smile. “You’re not my boss anymore. You don’t have to tell me what to do.”

“I wasn’t trying to—”

“I know,” you interject in a quiet coo, scratching gently at his brunette beard, growing slowly gray in patches. You smile when he leans instinctively into your hand. “But you’re allowed to take things slow. You know that?”

Robby melts against you at the reminder. He nods lazily against your palm.

“So let’s go slow,” you whisper, with a hint of a smile quirking at the edge of your mouth. “We got all night, remember?”

Chibs had gotten out of bed a lot earlier than you had wanted him to, leaving the bed cold and empty beside you.

his voice filled the hallway outside the bedroom, making you sigh as he spoke to whoever it was on the call. you listened to him speak, barely following along as you focused on the sound of Chibs’ voice.

you sighed, a mix of the empty bed and the sound of him so close but so far beginning to get to you.

he continued to talk, cursing to himself while you lay in bed yourself, the sheets growing colder the longer you lay there alone.

another sigh fell from your lips as you pulled back the covers, slowly climbing out of bed and following the sound of Chibs’ voice.

when you found him, he was on the couch with his phone in his hand, dialling a number and sighing as the call rang out.

“sorry sweetheart”

Chibs apologised as he seen you, setting his phone down on the arm of the couch while you frowned.

but he held a hand out to you, helping you settle in his lap before your hands moved across his chest, already working out some of the tension that had started to build on his shoulders.

“is something wrong?”

you asked, your hands continuing across his chest while he nodded, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as he spoke.

“waiting on a call back”

his arms moved around your waist, holding you against him as he sighed, the weight of something clearly weighing heavily on him.

this wasn’t the Chibs you knew, or at least, it wasn’t usually. but he had become a lot busier lately, out later and away earlier in the mornings, leaving little to no time for your marriage.

the space between you had been growing and growing, and it had heightened the sexual tension between you both.

and it left you pent up and wanting him.

“you have enough time to spare for me?”

your hands made another pass across his chest, listening as another sigh left him.

“dunno love, no clue when they’ll phone back”

his hands moved across your sides, resting heavily on your hips while your hands rested on his shoulders, your thumbs stroking back and forth across his t-shirt clad chest.

he tilted his head, capturing your lips in a soft kiss before you quickly and eagerly deepened it, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip to try and deepen the kiss further.

Chibs chuckled to himself, speaking against your lips.

“yeah baby?”

you whined, trying to capture his lips in another kiss but he only pulled back, 

“i miss you.. you’re never home, always step out when we’re about to have sex. it’s not fair”

he leaned back on the couch, head tilted while he looked over the need painting your features, a silent testament to the sexual barrier between you at the minute.

it had been longer than you usually went without each other, every extra day adding to your growing frustration, and it made you desperate. more desperate than you ever thought you could’ve been for it, but Chibs kept having to leave whenever you were about to have sex.

each time it happened left you more frustrated, and now, now you were willing to take whatever you could get. phone call be damned.

“i can’t keep doing that. it’s a choice you have to make now, you either give me something now or stop starting something you never finish”

Chibs sighed, slouching back in the chest while you gave him a pointed look, leaving no room for him to debate or argue on your ultimatum.

his hands squeezed at your hips, causing heat to spark through your body and a whine to bubble in your throat.

“don’t have time, sweetheart. i’m sorry”

you shook your head, your hands grabbing at his shoulders while your hips rocked against his, moaning softly as pleasure sparked through your body.

“can’t keep doing this, Filip.. it’s not fair on me”

instead of the protests and complaints that wanted to come out, he only nodded in response, helping to guide your hips against his.

another moan fell from your lips, your head tipping back as you moved against him with a growing need.

“it’s my thigh or nothing. i’m not helping you get off”

he told, but you didn’t care. you were finally getting what you wanted.

but you also knew he’d help you move on his thigh anyways, he always did. Chibs usually stayed firm on his word, but right now, you knew he wouldn’t be able to.

his hands would find their way to your hips and help you move on his thigh, it was just a matter of time until he did.

“still waiting on that call back”

you weren’t listening at this point, all too focused on gaining your release from him.

carefully, you shifted in his lap until his thigh settled between both of yours, causing a gasp to fall from your lips as your barely covered core sat flush against his thigh.

“have at it, sweetheart”

Chibs murmured, his right arm on the side of the couch while his left hand lay heavily on your hip, helping to guide you as you rocked against him with a soft moan.

his eyes stayed on your face as you moved against him, watching as pleasure plastered itself across your features while a smirk tugged at his lips.

“i’m sorry, my love. i’ve been too busy lately to love ye like ye deserve”

he apologised, shifting slightly to give you more room on his thigh while your hands grabbed at his shoulders to ground yourself.

“do it for me love, know ye can”

another whine bubbled from your throat at his words, your fingers digging into the white fabric of his shirt as you continued to rock against him and easily finding a rhythm that had you moaning out above him.

your clit rubbed against his thigh through your underwear, rutting against him with a desperate need that had sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

“oh fuck..”

you mewled, making his smirk widen as you continued to rock against him.

his hand tightened on your hip, helping to guide your movements as they grew more desperate and uneven, already losing yourself in the feeling of his thigh.

Chibs watched you through hooded eyes, his smirk turning lazy and his gaze mesmerised by the pace you managed to keep up.

“ye’ve got it, doing so good for me baby”

he murmured, a groan slipping from his lips as you ground your hips against his thigh just right, creating a wet patch on his thigh as you soaked right through your underwear.

heat spread through your body as you continued, your mind going hazy at the pleasure blossoming in the pit of your stomach and shivers tingling down your spine.

“baby..”

you whined, your hands moving to cradle the sides of his neck as you leaned in, pressing your  lips to his in another kiss before breaking out into another moan.

his lips curled into a smirk at the sound of your moans, easily kissing you back with a soft murmur.

“i’ve got ye, i’m right here”

he stroked his thumb across your hipbone, humming to himself as your hips bucked against him, already chasing your rapidly approaching orgasm.

“gonny clear out time for ye, every week. just me and you, whatever ye want”

Chibs kissed you again, continuing to stroke his thumb back and forth while heat sparked through your body in little shockwaves.

it would’ve normally made you embarrassed at how quickly you were finding your peak, but the lack of sex or orgasms you’d had lately pushed any and all of those worries away to focus on Chibs completely.

this was what you needed, sure it wasn’t exactly everything you wanted, but you were finally getting that release you had been craving for weeks now.

you continued to move against him, speeding up the rhythm of your hips as you chased the friction, grinding your clit just right against him and easily breaking out into another string of moans.

“that’s my girl.. take what ye need”

his hand helped you chase the peak, your hips rocking against his thigh again and again while your orgasm danced just out of arms reach.

“so close”

he pressed his lips to yours again at your words, kissing you over and over as your hands grabbed tighter at his shoulders, unable to hold back your moans as they fell freely.

warmth and arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach, your hips bucking with more force and pressure as you grew closer to your peak.

Chibs tilted his head, trailing his lips across your jaw and towards your ear, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

“i’ve got ye sweetheart, just you take what ye need, okay?”

you nodded slowly, breaking out into another moan as your hips bucked with more need than before, everything together making heat flood through your body.

“baby.. oh fuck”

his right hand moved to your hip, helping to move you against him with more force and rhythm, just like you needed.

but then his phone rang, making both of you groan out in frustration.

“yer so close, don’t stop”

Chibs told, stealing another kiss from you before reaching for his phone and answering with a clearly frustrated grumble.

“what?!”

your fingers dug into his shoulders, your face knit together in pleasure as you tried to hold back your moans and whimpers as your hips continued against his.

this wasn’t anything new, even if neither of you liked it, it had become a frequent event since Chibs became club president.

phone calls always seemed to disturb you both, but Chibs was always determined to make you cum, even if he was still on the call.

because despite his recent absence in your relationship, your pleasure always came first to him.

“i’m busy the now, ye took too long calling me back”

you weren’t sure who he was on the phone to, but you knew for a fact they were getting the brunt of Chibs’ frustration at the minute.

and you couldn’t blame him, not now that you were so close to your orgasm.

Chibs tensed his thigh, allowing you to grind against the muscles in his thigh while you fought back moans and whines.

“can either meet at mine or Red Woody.. an hour, aye”

his hand on your hip helped you continue moving against him, heat sparking in your core as you doubled down on your movements against him.

you ground down against him with more enthusiasm, barrelling towards your orgasm as Chibs continued on the phone.

“right.. mine in an hour”

he barely waited to hear a reply from the person on the other end of the call before his phone was snapped shut and tossed aside, letting him focus completely on you again.

“i’m sorry, my love”

Chibs leaned in, capturing your lips in another kiss before you moaned against his lips, continuing to grind desperately against his thigh.

his eyes gleamed with pride as you soaked his thigh with your arousal, your underwear completely soaked with the weight of your need.

“such a good girl for me, always taking what ye need even when i’m busy”

you moaned again, teetering right on the edge of your climax and only needing a little more to send you over.

“that’s it, cum fer me sweetheart”

Chibs continued to move you against his thigh, back and forth in that maddening rhythm that had you moaning out above him again, already bringing more friction to your clit.

he let his head fall against the back of the couch, watching you through hooded eyes with a lazy smirk.

“fuck baby.. right there!”

the pleasure became too much, the heat in your body reaching an all time high as you crested over the edge with a breathy moan of his name.

your hips jerked against him with the force of your orgasm, his eyes staying focused on your face while pleasure painted your features and your lips parted in a string of moans.

“there she is, there’s my fuckin’ girl”

his hands helped guide you through it while your walls spasmed around nothing, easily soaking his thigh and creating a sticky mess beneath you.

he chuckled to himself as your hips bucked against him again, relishing in the high that buzzed through your body before you lay against his chest, babbling in the bliss of your climax.

“that’s my girl, always so good fer me”

you hummed into his shoulder, bringing your arms around his neck as you settled against him.

Chibs moved his left hand to the back of your head while his right hand stayed on your hip, your cunt still flush against his thigh.

“still got an hour before the guys get here, ye gonny let me take care of you properly now?”

Chibs had been home all day, pacing back and forth since you got home, even when you had asked him about his pacing.

he had told you it was nothing, but you knew Chibs better than anyone.

you had been together for awhile now, and you’d learned all his little quirks and traits that gave away how he was really feeling.

so his pacing was the first thing that set off your alarm bells, but it was quickly followed by his stress smoking, pacing by the back door as he stayed out there to finish a couple of cigarettes and a beer.

even as if you tried to usher him back in, sharing your worry for his smoking, he continued to pace.

“what’s wrong?”

he shook his head, taking another sip from his beer.

“nothing’s wrong, love”

you gave him a look, but he stayed firm on his words, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. 

his right hand squeezed at your hip before he passed you, making his way throughout the house and towards the bathroom, glancing over his shoulder at you as you followed. 

“going for a shower love, clear my head and give ye peace for a bit”

he pressed another kiss to your lips before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving you alone with the lasting worries of his pacing. 

this wasn’t like him, Chibs rarely got anxious like this, and it had you worried. 

but when he got out of the shower and got dressed, he seemed calmer. not back to his usual self, but a lot calmer than when he got into the shower. 

Chibs joined you on the couch, watching you as you watched a movie on tv, the Christmas tree flickering in the corner. 

“sweetheart..”

he murmured, using his left hand to cradle your face you looked over to him, humming as his thumb stroked across your cheek. 

“what’s wrong?”

you repeated your earlier question, only to receive another shake of his head. 

his hand gently urged you closer, until your chest pressed to his and his lips pressed to yours in another kiss. 

the movie was forgotten as his lips continued against yours, his free hand moving to your hip to pull you tighter against him until you were settled in his lap. 

“what’s up with you? honestly this time, i’m worried”

he sighed, resting his forehead against yours while your fingers combed through his hair, trying to soothe him again. 

“need to ask ye something, but i’m worried love”

you pulled back from him, worry clear on your face as you moved your hands across his chest. 

Chibs shifted slightly, moving both of his hands to your hips while your hands continued, easing out some of the tension that had began to settle on his shoulders. 

“ask me, you know me. i’ll never make you feel silly for whatever you ask, okay?”

he nodded slowly, leaning in to capture your lips in another kiss before he whispered against your lips. 

“need to grab something”

you shifted out of his lap, watching him get up from the couch and move out of the room. 

when he came back, there was a small black box in his hands, and the gears started to turn in your head as you eyed the scene. 

but Chibs moved closer, taking your hand into his to pull you closer and into another kiss, before he dropped to one knee, it confirmed it. 

“Filip..”

his name fell from your lips, breathless and at a loss for words, but he stayed in place. 

“this is what i’ve been worryin’ about”

Chibs murmured, his worry starting to paint its way across his face again. 

this was everything he wanted, you were everything he wanted, and he was scared of losing it. 

the look in his eyes spoke louder than his momentary silence, a fear of the moment looking up at you. because this was more than anything he’d done in a relationship since Fiona. 

that fear, that loss, losing his family.. it all stuck clearly in his mind and he was terrified of it happening again. 

but your answer, that seemed to scare him more. if you said yes, it meant you were choosing him, all of him and his life. 

Chibs took a deep breath, willing himself to try and find the words, but he stayed silent for another long minute. 

he was never good at speeches, especially not the heartfelt kind. it had taken him a good month and a half to even open up about Fiona and Kerrianne, so opening up about his feelings were hard. 

now though, as he held your gaze, he knew this was right. 

“i know i’m no the best with words, and i’m sorry if i make a mess of this, but i need to ask ye love”

you nodded slowly, giving him all the time he needed to find his words. 

“i’m no the smartest man, or the easiest to be with. i lose my head when i’m annoyed, and i close myself off when i don’t want ye worrying about me. i say dumb shit and i piss ye off because of it, but the truth is i’m worried about losing ye”

he ducked his head, taking another deep breath while his heart thumped rapidly against his chest.

Chibs looked back up to you, clearing his throat and speaking with a steadier voice.

“every time i fuck up, yer always there. ye don’t look at me like i’m an outlaw or a complete fuck up, ye look at me as if i’ve hung the stars in the sky. ye look at me as if i matter”

tears had began to well in your eyes, an ache forming in your chest at how bare he was laying himself in this moment.

“ye look at me as if i can be better, and god i want to be. i want to be better for ye, love”

he let out another deep breath, taking your left hand into his right one and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles.

your eyes stayed on his, offering him a reassuring smile as he continued on.

“before i met you, i thought i’d never have this. after Fiona.. fuck, i thought i wasn’t supposed to have this. having someone love me like you do, never thought i’d have or deserve it, i still don’t think i deserve yer love. but i appreciate it each and every day, thank my lucky stars all the time”

his lips pressed to your knuckles again, pressing another soft kiss to the skin there.

“you’re the love of my life, you’re everything i thought i’d never have in my life. after everything with what Jimmy did, i thought love for me was completely off the table, but then you came along and it flipped all that on its head”

a huffed chuckle slipped from his lips, making you smile down at him while you moved your hand to gently cradle his face, stroking your thumb across his cheek.

you remembered when you first met, it was a complete accident, you’d backed into his bike before apologising profusely. but Chibs only shook his head with a laugh in the moment, saying how you didn’t need to pay him back, even as you persisted.

he’d only settled by offering to take you out on a date to clear the debt of the damage, and the rest quickly became history.

“i want everything with you, whatever ye want in this life with me, i want to be the one. i know my life isn’t something you enjoy, and i’m sorry for that, but i promise i’ll always keep you safe from it. cross my heart and hope to die sweetheart, i’m never letting anything happen to you”

Chibs leaned into your touch as your thumb made another pass across his cheek, his words continuing with every stroke of your thumb.

“i love you, with all i’ve got. i’ll do whatever it takes to keep ye safe and happy in this life with me, whatever you want. i want this with you, i want all of it. the way we fuss and fight, the way we go days without talking when i’m out of time and then when i get back we don’t let go, the way you let me love you so completely. i want all of that, because you’re worth all of it. you’re worth more than everything else in this world”

your smile widened at his words, tears continuing to prickle in your eyes, but from pure love and joy now.

his head tilted to press a kiss to your palm, letting a crooked smile tug at his lips before he continued, his eyes softening in the process.

“will you marry me, love? make an honest man outta me?”

instead of answering him with words, you pulled him up and into you, crashing your lips against his and pouring all of your love and emotion into the kiss.

he held your face in his free hand, kissing you back to try and ground himself as he waited for your reply.

after a minute, you broke the kiss, smiling against his lips.

“yes, god yes, i’ll marry you”

Chibs’ eyes lit up, already crashing his mouth back onto yours again while relief flooded his features.

“say it again, please”

it came out a little more desperate than he intended, but in this moment he didn’t care, he needed to hear it.

you moved your hands to hold his face, stealing another kiss from him as you whispered against his lips again.

“i want to marry you, Filip”

his lips captured yours in another kiss, humming in approval while you laughed softly against your lips.

when he broke the kiss, he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger with shaking hands, admiring the way the ring glinted in the dim lights of the room before you lay your hand against his chest.

“i’m never taking this off”

you told him, making him chuckle softly.

“don’t want ye to, ye said yes”

he leaned in to kiss you again, easily melting into you while you moved your arms around his neck, wrapping yourself up in the love pouring out of him.

Chibs wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you to his chest as he whispered.

“it suits ye, prettiest fiancée in the world”