#getdevils

Jim made his way to the crowded kitchen where he knew his friends would be causing a riot. Another night; another party. As soon as he stepped inside he caught sight of her. He noticed the way the leather mini skirt clung to her curves and elongated her legs. His eyes lingered up her body, stopping at the low cut of the red top that boasted her chest. Y/N.

She was perched on the kitchen counter, legs parted slightly, drink in hand. Amusement spread across Jim’s face seeing her there. He noted how she had the room in a daze, clinging to her every word. The thing about Y/N was you either wanted to be her or be with her. She had a certain pull. Even Jim, couldn’t resist her lust clouded eyes and sinful pout. No matter how much he wanted to.

He strode his way to her side, casually barging his way into the conversation. He threw his arm lazily over her shoulder, smirking down at her, “Hey, princess.” he said, tongue between his teeth, “Surprised to see you hanging out with these cockheads,” he nodded at his friends. The comment was received by groans and middle fingers. Most of his buddies rolling their eyes in his direction. They knew Jim could pull any girl he wanted; he demonstrated that for them time and time again. Except for Y/N.

Not yet, at least.

Before all bullshit that shaped them into who they were. Jim and Y/N were… friendly. Both outcasts who hid under the bleachers before school and found console in each other. That was until Jim recruited himself into they Bay Boy crew. That left Y/N to reinvent herself; and reinvent herself she did. Long gone was the girl who blushed at the slightest attention and hid behind her hair.

It took those sudden changes for guys, including Jim, to see her in a different way.

Y/N rolled her eyes at Jim and removed his arm from her shoulder with a perfectly manicured hand. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this little game up with Jim. She loved the permanent chase.

There was no denying the tension. Both Jim and Y/N knew it was only a matter of time before one of them broke.

“Don’t see how it’s any of your business who I decide to give my attention to,” she quipped, eyeing him up and down a bit. Her focus lingered on the way his Adam’s apple jumped slightly under his skin.

“Didn’t say it was,” he bit the corner of his lip to keep from smiling, “just surprised is all.” he ran a hand through his locks, hazy eyes dancing up her body.

Jim slipped his hand in his pocket to retrieve his joint, taking it in between his index and thumb, showing it to her, “Why don’t you join me outside? Like old times?” he leaned in close enough to smell the alcohol from her cup.

Y/N scrunched her nose at him, hopping off the counter. She patted her small hands against his chest. She wanted him to know who was winning this little charade. “I have better things to do than that. Step up your game, Jimmy,” she smirked before turning on her heels to leave the crowded kitchen.

Jim’s blood boiled in the best way. The harder she played to get, the more he wanted to wreck her. He wanted to have her at his mercy.

Y/N swayed her hips from side to side as she walked away without looking back, she knew his eyes were glued to her. She made her way to the hurdle of bodies bumping and grinding on each other - mixing in and just waiting for a firm pair of hands to find her hips.

“What’s the matter, Jim?” one of his friends snickered, nodding his head towards the makeshift dance floor..

Jim pushed past him and followed after Y/N

As the night continued, stolen glances and teasing touches were exchanged between her and Jim. She made sure to brush against him every time she refreshed her drink and he never missed the chance to place his hands on the small of her back.

She and him were fueling the fire that was bound to combust.

Jim noticed Y/N walk away from the makeshift dance floor and into the kitchen and followed behind her.

He reached for her pretty little hand and spun her around, cornering her against the wall. With one hand at her hip and the other against the wall, he looked down at her, devilish smirk on his face.

“Have a smoke with me,” he didn’t quite ask, nodding towards the door.

“You and I both know that’s not what you’re asking,” she wet her lips, feeling her heart rate increase at his proximity. Her senses were filled with his scent of faint sandalwood, and vanilla. 

Y/N shook her head in slight laughter. She had to admit this dance was getting old. Each time they saw each other they got closer and closer to giving into their little game. It was only a matter of time of who would cave first. 

She knew what she needed to do to get Jim riled up. She dressed the part, she toyed with his friends, she reacted quickly to his advances. 

Even if Jim wouldn’t admit, she knew she was winning. Y/N had him in the palm of her hand. 

“But I’ll bite,” she tried to get out of his trap, but Jim needed to take matters into his own hands. He grabbed her wrist and led her outside, ignoring all the glances he got from the other party goers. 

“Good.” he grinned at the double meaning of her words. He took her wrist and led her outside. He ignored all the glances they got from other party goers. 

They climbed into his Jeep and Jim turned on his music nice and low. His dashboard illuminated their faces softly. She turned to look at him, excitement bubbling in her tummy. Of course, she’d rather blame it on the alcohol rather than the look Jim was giving her. 

He was practically eating her with his eyes. 

“Don’t tell me you lured me out all the way for nothing, Mason.” she snapped him out of his sinful imagination. 

“Don’t worry, I always deliver, princess.” he took out his lighter and lit hit bud. 

“Since when did we start with this ‘princess’ shit?” she laughed taking the joint from his hand and inhaling deeply. 

“Since you started going around acting like a little brat,” he was quick to take back his blunt. 

Y/N rolled her eyes. She had to admit being called ‘princess’ by him did something to her. 

“A brat?” she feigned innocence. Y/N leaned over the console a bit, her hand brushing against his thigh. 

Jim grabbed her by the wrist, bringing his hand away from his crotch. “Don’t you think that’s enough?” his voice was low and stern. “I think we’re both getting tired of this little chase, no?”

“I don’t know wh-” she began. She felt herself getting wetter by the second. She shifted in his leather seat.

He cut her off. “Cut the bullshit. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Jim slid his seat back, allowing her room to climb into his lap. “C’mere.” he patted his thigh. 

Y/N knew there was no point in hesitating anymore. She wanted this - wanted him so much - it was like a burning fire in her tummy. She hitched her leg over and straddled him. Jim took another hit of his joint before putting it out. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in. He exhaled the smoke into her mouth as the kissed. She didn’t know what was making her more lightheaded - the weed or his kiss. 

Jim almost allowed himself to get lost in her lips. He’s wanted her for so long - he almost caved in. He pulled away from her lips (enjoying the whimper that came out of her when he did) and placed his hand on her thigh, slowly rubbing up and down. Her leather miniskirt had hitched up higher during her transition into his lap. It gave him a clear view of her red lacy panties she wore underneath. 

She rocked her hips on his lap instinctively. The slight friction from his finger wasn’t enough. 

“Who made you this wet?” he ghosted his lips over hers.

“Stop teasing me,” she spoke against his mouth.

“Not so fun now, huh princess.” his hand smacked down on her ass. 

“Please, Jim.” she whined

“Up,” he commanded for her to raise her hips enough for him to get his cock out of his pants. 

All the while, Y/N brought her hands in between her thighs and moved her panties to the side for Jim to enter her. He grabbed her hips and pushed her down on his cock. They had been stuck in a game of foreplay for far too long. He needed to be inside her dripping cunt. 

His cock pushed past her lips and deep into her pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned, tightening his grip on her hips. 

Y/N let out a shaky breath as he adjusted to him being inside her. The head of his cock brushed against her G-spot with every breath she took. As soon as the stinging of his girth buzzed around her, she began to bounce down on him.

There was no other way to describe her movements other than needy and completely desperate for release. 

“My little whore,” he panted, “Keep going.” his hips bucked upwards. 

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” he continued to push her. 

“Did teasing me so much finally catch up to you, baby?” Jim gripped her ass in his massive hand before spanking her again. “Getting me all jealous in front of friends turned you on?” he half moaned, feeling his cock twitch. 

Y/N leaned forward and kissed him hard and sloppy, “Shut up,” she groaned against his kiss, her pussy pulsing for him. 

Jim grabbed her face and deepened the kiss. His hand wrapped around her throat loosely as he held her there. Y/N began to slow down the roll of her hips. “Didn’t say you could slow down,” he mumbled into her mouth.

He began to tighten the grip on her neck as she tried to pick up her pace. Jim alternated between quick firm presses to her neck and slow caresses that added pressure gradually. 

That only made Y/N’s concentration falter. The only thing on her mind was his cock and the chase of her orgasm. 

“Please.” she managed to get out in a breath. 

“Oh, she does have manners..” he chuckled releasing her neck. He spit on the tips of his fingers and placed them over her clit, rubbing hard, fast circles. 

“I’m gonnna cum, Jim.” she moaned, her eyes rolling back.

“Go on, baby.” 

On his word, she felt her legs shaking and her mind going white hot. She rode out her orgasm with slow grinds of her hips, milking out one for Jim.

“Fuck. Keep going baby.” his teeth were clenched, “I’m - fuck.” he couldn’t finish his sentence before he let himself explode inside her. 

They stayed like that for a minute as they caught their breaths. The inside of her thighs felt sticky, but she didn’t move an inch as Jim’s softening cock stayed inside her. 

“Worth the chase?” she asked with a sleepy smile, lifting herself off of him and adjusting her skirt. She was well aware of Jim’s gaze on her as she pushed her panties back over her pussy, trapping in his cum.

His eyes remained on her legs for a split second longer before finally looking back at her. It was rare to find Jim Mason speechless, but this was one of those times. He simply nodded and pulled her mouth back on his. 

“Ready to go back inside?” she giggled as she pulled away after their kiss. 

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, princess.” he smirked. 

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thank you again for being patient sweet friend and im sorry if this doesnt fit the request you wanted!!!