#im 28

Jimmy had a face that made it difficult to deny him anything with sweet, sincere eyes and a button nose. Coupled with his ability to make you laugh even through the hardest days, you found him very attractive, and thankfully he thought the same of you.

“Well, swee-sweetcheeks, if you take a nap before the party I guess w-we'll be bringing the ‘snore-dourves!’” as you giggled, giving him a peck on the cheek he shot out a quick, “what a terrific audience.”

“Give me 20 minutes and I'll be ready,” you had told him with a happy sigh, succumbing to the fact that tonight you were going out. At least you had Jimmy, and that you could work into your favor.

Clyde always insisted his get-togethers were going to be “absolutely wild” but continued to invite the same people each time, which meant it went the same each time. Tolkien sat on the couch lazily watching some game Tweek and Craig had been playing, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Wendy and Nichole were somewhere in the kitchen chatting as they snacked and drank while Clyde messed around with an aux cord in the corner. 

It was always a treat to see Jimmy with his friends, seeing the familiar camaraderie that only came from years of closeness and trust. It was a bond you grew to appreciate for your boyfriend as you knew he didn't get to see them as often as he'd like. 

Once the two of you separated to talk to others, you put your plan into action.

Jimmy could read a room like a damn picture book. It was a skill that helped immensely with his comedy, being able to analyze a crowd and figure out just the right way to twist his wording of a joke to have them crying in laughter. 

He definitely knew how to read you as well.

He knew when your eyes were on him, the pleasant sensation of prickles on his neck making him glance back at you. He knew what it meant when you kept bringing attention to your mouth, fingers innocently resting on plump lips like you didn’t know what it did to him. He figured out what you were playing at when he saw the way your thighs squeezed together as you bent forward to grab a beer from the fridge. Getting up he made some light excuse to need the bathroom and gripped your arm as he walked past, beer and conversation long forgotten. 

On the other end of the house sat the master bedroom, empty for the weekend with the Donovans out of town. Kicking open the door Jimmy led you inside, and before you could get a word in he was dragging you down onto the bed.

“You really couldn't w-w-wait til we got back home?” With a grin and a twinkle in his eyes he watched your face bloom. “I knew I was hot but je-jesus Christ, babe.”

“Well what can I say, I needed something to unwind after this week.”

“I can certainly help with that,” his grin turned feral as he yanked up your shirt, hands greedily kneading as he took to your lips. 

Jimmy always approached sex like this, with a ferocity that was almost primal. Feeling desired was one thing but he made it seem like you were the essence he needed to live. It was exciting and fun, two things you had realized you missed in previous relationships.

It was no surprise to you how good he was at distracting you. Through kisses and nips, it wasn't until your pants were around your ankles and his hand dropped into your panties did you realize how things had progressed. 

“This w-w-wet already? Bit of a dirty girl tonight,” he already had one finger inside, making you gasp. Fingers grasped his shirt, wrinkling the fabric as you felt the rumble of a chuckle through his chest. As he continued to pump his fingers, having added another digit after a second or two, Jimmy observed your face fondly.

Part of the reason he was like this was simply because of you. You responded to him in ways that drove him fucking crazy and he found it addicting. With a subtle squeeze of your ass or fingers lightly grazing under your top, you would lean into him in want, those eyes of yours telling him things that weren't exactly appropriate for the public.

And he fucking loved it.

With your hands in his hair he felt his mind falter. The way those fingers played along his scalp and tugged at the strands felt so incredibly good he was sure he could cream his pants from that alone. Not that he'd admit it to you, but he nearly had done so a few times on occasion. Tonight, however, he wanted so much more than that.

Jimmy got his pants and briefs off quick, knocking over the arm braces he set aside in his haste. He gave a sheepish smile as you laughed, and for a split second you could see him as a rambunctious boy, playing hard and fast with his friends regardless of what scrapes and bumps they'd receive. 

Whenever that happened you felt your heart swell. He truly was a phenomenal man, part of you only wished you had met him much earlier in life.

In an instant that image was gone and in its place was a man with longing in his eyes, hands gentle at your sides. He had started to position himself over you when you enacted the next part of your little scheme. Flipping him over you heard him grunt as his back hit the bed.

“F-feeling a little feisty tonight, are we?” His voice might have had that usual hint of humor in it, but those half lidded eyes revealed more to you. 

Deftly removing your panties, you proceeded to sit yourself down on his groin, cock situated between your folds. Jimmy looked down as you rocked, slick juices coating his member in a way that looked completely sinful. His eyes were hungry watching your hips move.

“It's not like you to t-take your time, horndog.”

“I think you're talking about you there, Jimmy,” you chuckled, laying palms flat onto his clothed chest. You continued grinding, enjoying the feel of his slick head hitting your clit each time you rocked forward. 

You could hear Jimmy's breathing start to stutter, and with that you decided to take a bit of pity on your little boyfriend. Reaching down you positioned him at your entrance, feeling his hands grip your thighs as you slowly sat back.

You felt yourself stretch deliciously with every inch, your eyelids fluttering closed at the fullness. Once you had gotten all of him inside you sat still, relishing the feeling.

You could feel his cock twitch, his fingers starting to imprint themselves upon the soft flesh of your legs as they dug in. Jimmy wanted to say, his lips opening and closing in an attempt to form the words, but they only caught in his throat. With a cheeky smile, you started moving at an agonizing pace, the man underneath you nearly sighing in relief. 

Despite how you wanted to drag this out, you started to move faster and harder, the wanton need for more of that feeling greater than anything else. Throwing your head back, you adjusted the angle, leaning backwards. Jimmy's hand automatically came up to your breasts, your shirt still bunched up above them. 

Jimmy was unabashedly loud, his moans no longer breathy and stifled. Part of you knew you should make him quiet down, but hearing just how good you made him feel caused you to clench around him, increasing his volume in turn.

With legs aching you couldn’t help but slow, focusing on grinding down with your orgasm just on the cusp. With hands moving to the fat of your ass, you felt Jimmy begin to move you, bouncing you onto him.

“Getting tired already?” Is voice was rough as you felt him start to thrust his hips to meet you, the light plap-plap-plap of skin reaching your ears, “makes me think you w-wanted to be used like a f-fucking toy.”

When he talked to you like that you felt yourself go dumb. You knew he wasn't actually talking down to you, or being mean, but the use of those words when he was fucking you like this was enough to push you over the edge.

Feeling you start to shake Jimmy picked up his pace, thrusting harder and harder into you as his hands held firm on your ass. It was almost too much and he knew it, your keening filling the bedroom.

Jimmy didn't even stop when the door banged open.

“Oh my god, man!” Clyde cried out, his voice exasperated, “can't you do that at your own home? My goddamn eyes…” The door slammed closed and you could faintly hear the sound of laughter down the hall as Clyde complained.

That broke it, Jimmy halting his motions as the two of you giggled and tittered. I guess you were right about Jimmy being so loud.

“Well,” you started as you both calmed down, “…we should continue this at home…” 

You started to move yourself off of him when he reached forward, bringing you down until you were flush against his chest.

“Don't think I didn't know w-what the hell you were doing, Y/N,” you felt him smile into your hair, a soft kiss pressed into your locks, “or are you not gonna f-finish what you started?”