#ass stuff

Beginning to think he might enjoy getting himself too wide for doorframes.

I'm just thinking about his ass.

omg YES 👀

I feel like sometimes, especially when you’re out in public, you would literally have to stop Jim from going too far. You’d both be casually hanging out with your friends, hand in hand with each other and wandering around the streets, when you’d feel Jim’s hand slowly slip out of your hold and shamelessly grab your ass. And I don’t mean like a casual, quick clutch — no, he’d full on grip one of your buttocks, making you gasp and interrupt the conversation you were having with your pal to look at him with a warning gaze. Jim would only smirk, his hand going to wrap around your waist right after so your friends wouldn’t get on what he was up to.

“Can’t you wait till we get home?” You’d ask him in a whisper, making him slightly pinch your side.

“I can’t control myself when it comes to you, sweetheart. You know that.” He’d tell you before licking his lips and staring down at your own. You’d elbow him, biting your mouth to contain the blush creeping up on your cheeks.

After those little occurring incidents, you quickly come to the realization that Jim is quite obsessed with your bum. Not that he doesn’t make it obvious — his hands always finding a way to sneak on your round bottom. One of his favorite things is when your body delicately lies on his toned one, embracing his warmth as your head rests on his chest; both of his hands always make sure to creep their way down to grab your rear, his palms lovingly caressing your cheeks and inner thighs, making you drift off to sleep. He also absolutely loves waking up to find you making breakfast, your morning outfit consisting in a pair of panties and one of Jim’s shirts that you most surely claimed as your own. He sleepily makes his way towards you, careful not to startle you as one of his hands capture the hem of the clothing to pull it up around your waist and expose his favorite body part of yours. His gaze is instantly fixated on it, his other hand grabbing a handful of your bum as his lips press a gentle kiss on your neck, contrasting the rough movements of his palm. Even though you are used to this “little routine” by now, you can’t help the little gasp that leaves your mouth when his hand smacks your backside, earning a faint chuckle from him.

There are other times when you two spend your afternoons studying in your room, him basically begging you to get up from your chair and sit on his lap instead; and when you do so, he doesn’t miss the chance to grab your ass as soon as you proceed to sit on him.

You just giggle and put your hands over his, moving them away and telling him that you both have to get your things done before having any fun. Jim only nods, knowing damn well that you are right — but he can’t help it. You are his worst distraction, he craves you at any hour of any day and it’s no help that you’re just so damn fucking hot. You turn your head to the side to leave a kiss on his chocolate brown hair before leaning on the desk to continue writing on your paper, your butt involuntarily but inevitably brushing against his crotch. Jim can’t help but look down at it, lowly groaning at the sight. His growl is so subtle and you are so focused on your task that you don’t even hear him making such a sound. You can’t imagine that he is thinking about taking you from behind right there on that desk — his mind filled with the obscene, sensual sounds you let out whenever he roughly slaps your ass, how beautiful it looks when it’s covered in his handprints, wanting more than anything to recreate that scene replaying in his head in that exact moment. He grips your hips in a vice-like hold, making you lose focus on your homework and finally gaining your attention. He presses a languid kiss on your bare shoulder, your body tensing and your fingers tighten around the pen you are currently holding, as you feel your boyfriend bucking his hips up. He makes sure to grind his clothed length against your backside, the gesture making Jim moan at the friction.

He forces you to stand up, turning you around to face him and hiking your skirt up in the process, his body pressing you against the edge of the desk and his breath hot on your face. Your innocent, intrigued gaze looking up at him only making him want you more as he wastes no time by ruthlessly palming the soft skin of your bum.