WARNING: EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SMUT
jordan huxhold x 18+ fem reader
dynamic: jordan is in love with an inexperienced younger virgin. (fem reader)
the story began in the gentle unfurling of spring, when cherry blossoms drifted like whispered promises through the city air, filling the streets with soft pink hues and the scent of new beginnings everywhere. jordan huxhold met your sister at a lively rooftop gathering, the kind where music mingled with easy laughter and the night felt full of fresh starts and endless potential. she was bright and warm, pulling him into conversation with her quick smile and genuine interest, her energy lighting up the space around her. his tall frame stood out, broad shoulders relaxed under a simple button down, golden blonde hair catching the string lights as he listened, blue eyes steady and kind, reflecting the warm glow of the evening. they clicked quickly. those first coffee dates turned into weekend hikes where his muscular legs powered them up trails with steady, determined strides, his breath even and strong as he helped her over rocks and roots. quiet nights followed, where his presence felt solid and reassuring, his toned arms wrapping around her as they planned small adventures together, talking about work and dreams in low, comfortable voices. he loved the comfort she brought, the way she fit into his life without complication, the laughter they shared over simple meals, the way she looked at him with open affection.
you were much younger and less experienced, you, being 19, and a virgin. you admired jordan from afar, his mannerisms and striking appearance caught your eye.
you were there from the edges, the supportive sister sharing family meals and casual hangouts, always in the background offering quiet support and thoughtful comments. at first jordan saw you as just part of her world, polite exchanges and nothing more, a friendly face at gatherings where he would nod and smile before turning back to your sister. but over those early months something shifted slowly, almost imperceptibly. during sunday brunches his blue eyes would linger a second longer when you spoke, drawn to the way your thoughts unfolded with quiet depth and insight that made him pause mid bite. he told himself it was nothing, just admiration for family, the natural pull of spending time together. your sister adored him, introducing him proudly to everyone, her hand in his as they walked through parks, his muscular toned abs occasionally visible when his shirt lifted in the breeze from all his regular workouts and runs. jordan reciprocated with flowers and thoughtful touches, his body moving with that natural athletic grace, broad chest rising steadily as he laughed at her jokes, golden blonde strands falling across his forehead in the sunlight.
the obsession grew like a vine in hidden soil, twisting and reaching without anyone noticing at first. it started with small moments that stuck in his mind longer than they should have. one dinner when your sister stepped out for a call, leaving you and jordan alone at the table, conversation turned to shared interests, books and ideas, and he felt a spark ignite deep inside. his golden blonde hair fell forward as he leaned in, blue eyes locking on yours with unexpected intensity that made the room feel smaller. that night lying beside her in the dark he replayed the exchange, guilt mixing with a pull he could not name, his mind wandering away from her steady breathing to the curve of your smile, the way your voice had wrapped around words. weeks passed and it deepened further. lake house weekends where he played the perfect boyfriend, lifting your sister playfully in the water, his muscular toned abs flexing visibly under the bright sun, water streaming down the defined ridges as he spun her around laughing. but his gaze kept drifting to you on the dock, towel draped loosely, heart beating heavier in his chest as he noted the way sunlight touched your skin, the quiet way you observed everything. family outings became tests of restraint, him sitting across from you at picnic tables, asking questions that drew you out, his forearms flexing as he passed plates, golden blonde hair tousled by breeze, blue eyes flickering with growing hunger he tried to bury.
you called him âdaddyâ in private when talking to your friends, they teased you, but you were dead serious.
by autumn the fixation had taken root deep, spreading through his thoughts like wildfire contained only by willpower. dinners at the apartment carried tension he hid well beneath smiles and touches for your sister. he arrived with takeout for her, greeting her with kisses that lingered appropriately, his golden blonde hair tousled from the wind, blue eyes warm for her but flickering toward you across the table, hanging on your words longer than necessary. he loved her for the ease, the shared routines, the way she made ordinary days feel bright, but you had become something more, a constant in his mind, the intellectual connection and quiet presence making everything else feel dimmer by comparison. he found excuses to be near, helping in the kitchen where his forearms flexed powerfully, imagining more as his obsession swelled with every accidental brush of shoulders, every shared laugh that felt electric. he would lie awake after nights with her, body curled against his toned chest, thinking of you, the guilt twisting sharp but the desire growing stronger each time until it consumed quiet moments during workouts, when his abs contracted hard under strain, sweat dripping down the valleys as visions of you intruded. this cannot be happening, he thought, yet it did, growing stronger through every shared glance and late night reflection, the pull toward you eclipsing the comfort he had built with her.
one rain heavy evening your sister was away on a trip, leaving the apartment quiet and expectant, the air thick with possibility. jordan showed up at the door soaked through, under the pretense of dropping something off, his clothes clinging to every line of his athletic body. the moment he stepped inside the air changed, charged and heavy. his blue eyes met yours, intense and hungry, golden blonde hair dark with rain clinging to his forehead in wet strands that only made him look more raw and appealing. without much preamble he closed the distance, voice low and rough with months of pent up need. âi cannot fight this anymore. it has been building since the start with her but it is you i want more than anything, baby girl.â
clothes came off fast in a rush of hands and fabric, his shirt peeling away to reveal the broad chest dusted with light golden hair and those muscular toned abs, ridges tight and defined from the tension and years of discipline. he pulled you to the bedroom abruptly, hands already roaming, gripping and exploring as he pushed you onto the bed, eyes blazing.
âlift up your skirt baby.â he said, words strained and demanding.
you lift it up in submission.
he started slower then, easing in despite the rush of need, giving time for the heat to build. jordan hovered over you, blue eyes dark with lust as he kissed down your neck slow and wet, his golden blonde hair brushing your skin softly at first then with more pressure. fuck, âi have wanted this for so long.â he said, voice rough and direct, breath hot against your ear sending shivers. his hands gripped your hips, strong fingers digging in possessively as he positioned himself between your legs, rubbing his thick hard cock against your wetness first, teasing slow circles with the head pressing in just a bit before pulling back again and again, making you ache and drip for him. his abs flexed hard above you, each ridge catching the low light, sweat already starting to bead on that golden trail leading down from his navel, the muscles contracting visibly with every controlled movement.
âyou are so wet for me already, baby girl.â he murmured, pushing in finally inch by thick inch, stretching you open with a deep groan that vibrated through his chest. his muscular body settled over yours, toned abs pressing firm and hot against your stomach as he bottomed out, holding still deep inside, you whimper a soft âdaddyâ in delirium.
he pauses. âwhat did you just call me, sweet girl?â
he doesnât say anything. he just keeps going.
he continues, letting you feel every throbbing inch while he adjusted and breathed heavy. then he started moving, slow deep thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, grinding his hips in a way that hit every sensitive spot inside you, making your toes curl. âthis pussy feels better than i imagined⌠tighter, hotter, wetter than hers ever did. been thinking about fucking you like this while i was with her every damn night.â his words came between heavy breaths, blue eyes locked on your face watching every moan and gasp, golden blonde hair falling messy over his forehead, damp strands sticking to his skin.
he picked up pace gradually, fucking you with steady powerful strokes, his abs contracting visibly with each thrust, muscles rippling under sweat slick skin, the definition so sharp you could trace every line with your eyes. the sound of skin slapping filled the room, wet and obscene, his heavy balls hitting against you as he drove deeper, hands pinning your wrists roughly above your head. jordan shifted your legs higher, folding you nearly in half to go even harder, his thick cock plunging in and out faster now, stretching and filling you completely with every motion. âtake it all baby, this is what you do to me. obsession⌠it is all you. i cannot get enough.â he leaned down to bite at your neck, sucking marks, golden strands tickling your chest as his hips rolled, grinding against your clit with every deep push, making pleasure spark hot and sharp.
the sex stretched out long and intense. he flipped you onto your hands and knees at one point, gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them as he fucked you from behind, one hand reaching around to rub your clit in firm circles. his muscular toned abs flexed and slapped against your back with every thrust, sweat dripping from his golden blonde hair onto your skin, running down your spine. âso fucking good.â he grunted, voice strained but still talking dirty, âbetter than her, tighter, wetter. i love how you squeeze my cock like you were made for it, princess.â thrusts came hard and rhythmic, his body powerful and relentless, yet he paused sometimes to slow down and drag it out, savoring the tight slide of your walls around his thick length, pulling almost out then slamming back in with a groan.
he pulled out after a while, breathing ragged, and had you ride him next, laying back on the bed, hands on your hips guiding you down onto his length. blue eyes stared up at you, half lidded with pleasure as you bounced. his abs tightened under your palms, ridges hard and slick with sweat, flexing every time you sank down taking him deep. âride me just like that. fuck, look at you taking every inch of my cock.â his hips bucked up to meet you, golden blonde hair spread on the pillow messy and damp, sweat running down the valleys of his abs as he thrust up harder, meeting your movements.
climax built intense and overwhelming. he flipped you back under him for the final stretch, pounding deep and fast, muscular body working hard, abs clenching with effort, golden hair wild, blue eyes intense on yours. cum for me. âi need to feel it around my cockâ he said, voice rough and desperate. you did, waves crashing hard as he followed, groaning loud and long as he filled you deep, abs clenching tight with each pulse of his release, blue eyes squeezed shut then opening to watch your face through the pleasure.
afterward he eased up completely, pulling out slow and careful, collapsing beside you, breathing hard, chest heaving. jordan gathered you close right away, strong arms wrapping around your body, golden blonde head resting on your shoulder, his muscular toned abs pressed soft and warm against your side now, relaxed after the exertion. he stroked your hair gently, blue eyes soft as he kissed your forehead over and over. that was everything. âi have been obsessed with you for months, growing every day since i met her.â he whispered, voice quieter now, tender. he got up briefly for a warm cloth, wiping you both down with careful slow touches, cleaning the sweat and cum from your skin and his own abs and cock with gentle strokes. then he pulled the covers over you, holding you tight, hands rubbing your back slow and soothing, murmuring more about how the feelings started small with polite talks and grew consuming, how he loved you deeper than the comfort he had with your sister. they stayed like that a long time, bodies tangled, his golden blonde hair soft under your fingers, aftercare gentle and lingering as rain kept falling outside the window, the room filled with their shared breaths and quiet words.
you thought that his aftercare couldnât be better. but it was 10x better than his sex. he whispered sweet nothings and hugged and told you how much he loved you. he was completely in love and he cared. he asked you to stay every time you fucked. because he was so much more in love with you than he was your sister. and you or him werenât going anywhere.
but he definitely made sure you werenât going anywhere.
