#jamie winton smut

[sleepingdeath-bboys]

praise kink hcs ; jamie winton

requested by ; hannigross

pairing ; jamie winton x gender neutral!reader

tag list ; @jamiewintons | @pink-booty-butts

note ; this is part two of a nine part request, and the rest of the baynton boys that i write for will get posts like this in the future

summary ; descriptions of what jamie would be like if he had a praise kink (potentially shaky characterisation here as this is more general rather than describing a specific situation, as most of my posts tend to do)

With Jamie, his appreciation for praise stretches far beyond the scope of what the two of you indulge in behind closed doors, it’s far more all encompassing than that — though, of course, the times where that appreciation turns into something more sexual in nature are strictly kept behind closed doors

(or, really, anywhere else where you won’t be heard/seen… for example, the kitchen or living-room whenever Dave isn’t home)

He’s quite partial to being called ‘sweetheart’ and ‘darling’ when you praise him — e.g. ‘you did so well for me, sweetheart,’ or ‘that’s it, darling, keep on going,’ — but he can appreciate the occasional ‘good boy’ here and there if you use them well

Hell, combine the three and add in some neck and face kisses kisses whilst you’re cockwarming him and you’ll feel his stress melt away beneath you: shoulders sagging, his loose grip around your waist getting even looser, eyelids fluttering shut, a half-moan-half-sigh slipping from his lips… the full nine yards, really

(Bonus points if you do all of that after he’s endured an especially long shift at the bank because then you’ll have a very happy boyfriend and a guarantee of breakfast in bed the next day — yes, even if it’s a weekday as your Jamie will wake up earlier than usual to throw something nice together for you before he goes off to work)

With all of that established I’ll give a few examples of how you can take full advantage of this little quirk of Jamie’s:

(applicable if you’re able to get pregnant) Combine it with his breeding kink — wrap your legs around his waist when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you and kiss along his jaw and cheeks as you whisper about how much you ‘love’ him, how ‘good’ he feels, how ‘amazing’ of a job he’s doing (the usual stops)… and then pivot to begging him to get you pregnant: repeat your ‘please’s and reiterate how you know he’ll make a ‘wonderful father’ and how you ‘desperately’ want to start a family with him — and then you’ll feel his whole body tremble above you as he whimpers and finishes inside of you

Combine it with mild body worship as a type of foreplay — massage the knots out of his shoulders and back, kiss from his jawline to his navel, flutter your eyelashes at him, and just barely avoid brushing against his prominent, straining cock as you praise him and his body in earnest: call him ‘pretty’ when you suck a trail of hickeys down the column of his throat, insist he’s ‘handsome’ as you kiss down his chest (and sternly stand your ground when he tries to humbly deny your observations), praise him for being so ‘good’ and ‘obedient’ for you that day as your lips brush against the band of his pink boxers, laugh as his cheeks and ears and neck turn red and earnestly call him ‘beautiful’ when you rise back up to his level and press a passionate kiss against his lips (feel him melt into you in that moment as he feels just how loved he is, and know that for the rest of the day or night he’s fully yours to love and hold and pleasure however you wish — like putty in your hands after all you’ve done)

Combine it with the praise he gives you whenever he pleasures you or is being pleasured by you — run your hands through his hair when his face his buried between your thighs (lips and tongue pleasuring you with an expertise that only time and care could bring) and whisper a few dozen ‘i love you’s and ‘just like that’s between moans and groans and gasps and you’ll feel him moaning and groaning and whimpering against/around you in return as his movements become more desperate (desperate to please, to taste, to prove himself to you); look into his eyes when those deliciously long fingers are buried inside of you and tell him how ‘beautiful’ and ‘perfect’ and ‘loved’ he is as you dangle on the precipice of orgasm and watch as his eyes water and his lips tremble as he kisses you and calls you ‘wonderful’ and ‘beautiful/handsome/perfect’ in return (telling you ‘i love you’ as the world around you collapses and everything beyond Jamie ceases to exist); mouth compliments against his slender thighs as you take his length between your lips, watching as his expression shift from endless adoration to pleasure and back again, every break to breathe coming with a new wave of love and praise that had his heady moans turning to soft whimpers for the briefest of moments before you returned your attention to his dick and the moment was cut short once again

In short, just make sure that Jamie knows how loved and appreciated (in mind, body, and in action) and he’ll return that affection and attention tenfold the very second he’s able to

(Givers are always going to give, after all, and if you can’t change his nature then at the very least you’re able to reflect it and make sure he never feels alone or unappreciated ever again)

#sleepingdeath #18+ account #minors dni #not sfw death #minors don’t touch #ymata x reader #jamie winton x reader #ymata smut #jamie winton smut

[jamiewintons]

You’re Gonna Make Me Late (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: Jamie looks so good in his work clothes, and you can’t help but show him how sexy you think he is.

Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+ ONLY!), having sex in the dining room, mostly clothed sex, riding, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, Jamie has a big dick.

A/N: I’m just horny for Jamie in this gif (and also the rest of the time) so I decided to write something for it 😘

Word Count: 1868

Jamie Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @jamiewintonmybeloved @clydethesnake @bluedenimbabe @notwhateveriwasbefore @snugglejungle (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

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Jamie had been careful to not wake you up when he’d got out of bed to get ready for work. It was your day off, and no matter how much he wanted to talk to you before he left, he wanted you to have your rest even more. So he made sure to get dressed and prepared for work as quietly as possible, stopping a few times to turn back around and admire how beautiful you looked when you were so relaxed and peaceful. He walked over and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before he went downstairs for breakfast - boiled eggs and toast, like every other day.

When you awoke, you quickly realised that you were alone in the bed. You sighed in disappointment, as you’d been hoping to wake up beside your beloved boyfriend, but you looked at the clock on the bedside table and knew you’d have a bit of time before he had to leave for work.

Still a bit sleepy, you got out of bed and exited you and Jamie’s bedroom. You were still wearing your pyjamas - well, one of Jamie’s old t-shirts and a pair of panties - as you quietly walked down the stairs to find Jamie sitting at the dining table, an almost empty plate in front of him. He seemed to be idly watching the morning news, not paying much attention to it. Jamie was dressed for work of course, but his suit jacket was hung over the back of his chair, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how hot he looked.

"Morning, babe," you said with a yawn as you entered the room, and Jamie immediately smiled when he heard your voice. He looked up a moment later, and his cheeks flushed red at the sight of your bare thighs poking out from beneath his t-shirt.

"Morning, love," he replied, taking a sip of his tea, almost as if he were trying to hide his reaction. But he didn’t hide it well enough - he never could - because you noticed the way his eyes travelled up and down your body before eventually settling on his face.

"I missed you when I woke up." You pouted, walking over to where Jamie was sitting and slowly bent down, placing a very brief kiss against his lips before pulling away. Jamie tried to follow to deepen the kiss, but you moved out of his range too quickly.

"I know, I’m sorry. But I thought you’d want a sleep in on your day off," Jamie told you, his big brown eyes apologetic. He reached out to grab your hand, brushing his thumb against your skin and making you shiver a little bit. "You’ve been so stressed lately and I wanted you to rest. Can you forgive me, love?"

You smirked, idly fidgeting with Jamie’s lovely long fingers. "Hmm, maybe. If you’re lucky," you teased, straddling his lap and pressing your body firmly against his. You revelled in the way that Jamie's posture seemed to stiffen almost immediately. "But you’ll have to make it up to me."

Even at your light teasing, Jamie’s pupils were blown wide with arousal, as he looked up at you with flushed cheeks. You loved how easy it was to get him excited; honestly most of the time you just had to be yourself and it would drive him crazy with desire. "And how can I do that?"

"Oh, I think you know how." And with that, you dipped your head down to capture his lips in a passionate, hungry kiss, your hands cupping his face to keep him close. Jamie let out a soft moan as he parted his lips to allow your tongue entry, deepening the kiss. The sound sent a jolt of arousal through your body, pooling in the panties you were wearing beneath Jamie’s t-shirt. Instinctively, you began to roll your hips down against his, and after a few moments Jamie finally pulled away from your lips.

"Love, I have to go to work," Jamie told you breathlessly, though the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off your lips made you feel like he was only saying that out of obligation. You ground your hips down once more and he bit back a curse word, his cock twitching beneath his trousers.

"Aww, you can’t be a little bit late? For me?" You pouted again, knowing that Jamie could never resist you when you gave him puppy dog eyes. One of your hands moved upwards to gently run through his hair, stopping for a second to massage his scalp and make him sigh.

"I suppose I could…" Jamie's hands slid down your back, slipping beneath your shirt so he could gently cup your ass. You giggled, leaning down again to brush your nose against his. "But we should go upstairs-"

You cut him off by pressing your finger against his lips, silencing him before he could even finish his sentence. "Dave’s out of town, Jamie. It’s just you and me. No one’s going to see us." Taking one of Jamie’s hands in yours, you brought it down between your legs to touch the front of your panties. He groaned deeply when he felt how wet you were for him already, and when you heard that sound, you knew that you’d won. There would be no more protests.

Jamie shook his head, smiling affectionately, before capturing your lips in yet another kiss. He softly started to brush his fingers against the soaked fabric of your panties, making you let out tiny whimpering noises into his mouth. "You'll be the death of me," he murmurs without pulling away from the kiss, as he slips two fingers into your panties to begin circling your swollen clit with their tips.

"Oh fuck," you gasped out loud, grinding your hips down against Jamie’s hand to get more friction. As quickly as they’d arrived, Jamie’s fingers move down further, teasing your entrance briefly before slipping inside as his thumb slowly rubbed your clit.

"Just relax, love," Jamie said quietly, peppering gentle kisses against your neck as you squirmed in his lap. Your walls felt so warm and tight around his fingers, and he couldn’t help but moan as he imagined being inside of you once again. "I'll take care of you."

You let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a laugh as Jamie continued to move those wonderful, talented fingers inside of you. "For a man who’s so worried about being late for work…" You paused, groaning as Jamie's fingertips brushed against your g-spot. "You’re certainly taking your time."

"Are you sure you’re ready?" Jamie asked, his fingers stilling inside of you. You let out a whimper of disappointment, already missing the pleasure that he had been providing you. When you gave a slight nod, he slid his fingers out of you carefully, his hand coming to stroke at your inner thigh.

"Believe me, Jamie. I’m ready." You lifted yourself up slightly, reaching down between you and Jamie to undo his belt and trousers. You shimmied them down slightly along with his boxers, allowing his impressive cock to spring free. Taking it gently in your hand, you give it a few slow strokes - smirking at the desperate exhale that Jamie let out at the feeling of your hand against his most sensitive part - before positioning the head at your entrance.

Both of you groaned as you pushed your hips downwards, slowly taking Jamie’s cock into your soaked pussy. You felt the slight sting that you always did whenever you had sex with Jamie, as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth. He nuzzled into your neck, closing his eyes as he waited for you to adjust, his hands resting on your hips and drawing soothing circles against your skin.

"Oh fuck, Jamie," you sighed after a few minutes of adjustment, as you slowly began to move. Jamie's breath caught in his throat, his fingertips digging into your hips as he rocked upwards in rhythm with your downward motions. "God, you feel so good."

"So do you," he murmured in reply, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and just enjoying the euphoric feeling of your wet heat around him as you moved yourself up and down on his cock. He couldn’t believe that he was intentionally allowing himself to be late to work for this - before he met you, he’d never have even considered it - but it felt so good that it was hard to have any regrets. "Jesus, you drive me crazy…"

You laughed weakly, increasing the speed of your hips and beginning to ride Jamie harder and faster. One of his hands which had been resting on your ass slowly snaked up the front of your shirt, cupping your breast and sweeping his thumb over your already hardened nipple. He could feel your walls tighten around him as he did this, and quickly escalated the action by taking your nipple between his finger and thumb and rolling it, making your sounds grow louder.

You let out a breathy, desperate moan, the feeling of Jamie’s fingers gently playing with your nipple increasing your pleasure immensely. It’s not long before Jamie decides to say "fuck it" and push your shirt up so he can capture the pink bud between his lips, softly suckling and making you cry out.

"I… I’m close…" you told him, your voice shaky and a little more high pitched than usual. Judging by the moan that Jamie let out, muffled by your breast, he was getting there too, and he slid his free hand down between your legs to begin stroking your clit once again.

With Jamie’s cock inside of you, his mouth on your breast, and his fingers against your clit, it only took you a few more moments to hit your climax. Your entire body shook as you called out his name, your voice breaking as the immense pleasure washed over your entire being. The feeling of your walls contacting around his shaft when Jamie didn’t last much longer either, with one final thrust he let go, his warm cum filling your quivering pussy.

Both of you had to take a couple of minutes to catch your breath, with you leaning forward to rest your body against Jamie’s, his softening cock still buried deep inside of you. "That was amazing, love," Jamie finally broke the silence, his voice a little hoarse thanks to how much he’d been moaning. "You’re amazing."

"So are you," you said in reply, unable to keep the smile from your face as you rested your forehead against Jamie’s, enjoying this sense of closeness with the man you loved most in the world. You knew that very soon he’d have to get up and leave for work, but right now, you were simply content to enjoy this beautiful moment with him. "I love you, Jamie. So much."

It warmed Jamie's heart whenever you said those words to him, even if you said them a million times over and over. They would always mean as much to him as when he’d heard you say it the very first time. "I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything else in the world."

#jamie winton x reader #jamie winton imagine #jamie winton fluff #jamie winton smut #jamie winton fanfiction #ymata imagine #you me and the apocalypse imagine #ymata fanfiction #you me and the apocalypse fanfiction #x reader smut #x reader fic #x reader fanfiction #mari's stuff #nsft text

[pink-booty-butts]

Champagne Mornings (Jamie Winton x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,665

Summary: Requested by an anon! Jamie and you snuck away during your wedding reception for some post marital activities :)

Warnings: smut! minors pls no read <3 pretty vanilla and lovey-dovey ngl, though also some breeding kink bc it’s Jamie :p 

A/N: I hope you like this anon! sorry it took me so long to write! i really hope Jamie isn’t too ooc, maybe I need to rewatch YMATA hahaha

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Jamie nearly dropped you as he stumbled into your shared hotel room. He immediately turned to look at you with a face full of worry, but was only met with a smile and a giggle. He returned your smile as he kicked the door closed with his foot, before attempting to delicately set you on the edge of the bed. His plan was foiled as you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the two of you laughing as you started peppering kisses across his face.

“Do you think anyone’ll notice we’re gone?” he asks as you hastily start removing his jacket. You shake your head while you loosen his tie.

“Nah, no one pays attention to the bride and groom after the cake is cut,” you reassure him. You start unbuttoning his shirt but Jamie seemingly has other ideas, as he leans in for a kiss while slowly and gently pushing you down on the bed.

His lips move against yours purposefully. Though Jamie proposed nearly a year ago, he could still hardly believe you wanted to marry him. And not only that, you actually went through with it! As of about four hours ago now you were officially a married couple, a thought that lived on repeat in his head since then but never failed to bring a wide grin to Jamie’s face.

“I still can’t believe it,” he whispers against your lips. His hands snake under your waist to blindly search for the zipper to your dress. “I really must be the luckiest man in the world.” Jamie continues to struggle, so you lift yourself off the mattress to give him better access. You brought your hands up to finish unbuttoning his shirt, and he found your zipper once you reached the last button. He pulled it down slowly as you both stared at each other with wide eyes, wanting to savor the moment.

Jamie pulled the straps of your dress down so your chest was exposed. You had chosen to forego a bra, seeing as your dress had built-in support. Jamie’s cheeks tinged pink as he brought a hand to your pebbled nipple, teasing it gently. Though you had both done this multiple times before, Jamie found himself feeling nervous. It felt different somehow; maybe it was the wedding, or maybe it was the champagne. He figured it was most likely the former.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you, absentmindedly brushing his thumb against your nipple once again. His other hand tugs the bodice of your dress down further. Once it reaches your waist he focuses his attention on both your breasts, leaning down to exchange kisses with you again.

Your hands impatiently settle on the waistband of his trousers; unbuckling his belt and tugging them down to free his hard cock. Jamie moans and deepens the kiss, and as a result his teeth scrape against yours. You wrangle your hand into his pink boxers and wrap your hand around his hard length, pumping it slowly. Your thumb catches the pre-cum on his swollen tip and you drag it across the side of his cock, allowing you to move your hand faster.

“Husband,” you call him between breaths, knowing it would fluster him. You crane your neck to whisper in his ear, “I hope you have a condom, ‘cause I forgot to take my pills.”

Jamie’s face turned a bright shade of crimson despite knowing you were lying. You mutually decided you weren’t ready for kids quite yet. But after finding out how turned on Jamie got at the idea of getting you pregnant, you couldn’t help but indulge him.

“I forgot them,” he groans, playing along. His cock twitches in your hand and he innocently asks, “but just this once won’t hurt, right?”

“Yeah I suppose not,” you sigh mischievously. Jamie pulls your hand away from his dick and intertwines his fingers with yours. He pushes your hand into the pillow next to your face. His other hand pushes his boxers down to his knees and he attempts to remove them entirely, but it ends up being a bit difficult one-handed. He manages with assistance from your own free hand, and the two of you work together in a similar way to remove the rest of your gown and undergarments.

Once you were fully naked Jamie wasted no time in delicately tracing his index finger along your wet slit. Your eyes close in bliss; anticipating the feeling of his thick cock that was soon to be inside you.

It doesn’t take long for Jamie to gather your wetness on his fingertips. He slowly pushes his finger in and your cunt tightens around it immediately; practically pulling it in. You wanted—no, needed—more.

Luckily your new husband was tuned into your needs, as he quickly added a second and third finger. He pressed his forehead against yours and attempted to kiss you despite your moaning mouth making it difficult for him. He widened the space between his fingers inside of you to help you accommodate him, but you both knew it would be a tight fit regardless.  

“Are you ready?” he pants into your open mouth. You feel the tip of his cock throbbing against your wet entrance, and you buck your hips in desperation. You whine when Jamie denies you and pulls away; insistent on verbal confirmation. You knew it was because he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you, but in the moment it always felt like unfair teasing.

“Y-yes,” you nod desperately. Jamie pushes the tip in slowly, admiring your quivering lip and scrunched eyebrows with lust-blown eyes. He trails his free-hand down to the back of one of your knees, pulling your leg up and over his hip as he continues pushing inside you.

Jamie moans when he’s fully sheathed in your tight pussy, not able to stop himself from giving you a quick thrust as he feels your cunt pulse around him. He readjusts his grip on your leg and begins thrusting slowly, gradually increasing his pace as you adjust.

Your nails dig into the mattress beneath you as Jamie starts fucking you hard and fast. He lets go of your hand to focus on your clit instead, swirling his thumb around it with uncharacteristic urgency. His other hand lifted your leg higher—over his shoulder—making you cry out from how much deeper he was now hitting inside of you. Despite your hazy vision, you’re able to make out your husband’s half-lidded eyes fixating on where the two of you were joined.

“Jamie,” you moan, “I need you to fill me up with your cum.” Jamie’s eyes flick to your face, biting his lip and groaning at your words. “Please, Jamie, please I-I don’t care if I get pregnant I just-I need it so badly I-“ you ramble, swiftly cut off by Jamie’s dick spurting inside of you.

His eyes widen in surprise as he realizes what he’s just done. Shame threatens to overtake him before he sees your head thrown back in pleasure, and he breathes a quick sigh of relief that he didn’t ruin things for you. He only needs to circle your clit a few more times to trigger your orgasm; which after doing so results in your pussy practically milking his spent cock.

After a few seconds of riding out your orgasm you lightly swat his hand away from your clitoris and Jamie complies, collapsing beside you. You both lay there in silence for a while, gasping for breath. Jamie’s hand searches for yours, and after linking his fingers with yours he pulls your hand up to look at it.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, not sure why he’s looking at your hand so intensely. Then a sliver of your wedding band catches the light, and you remember.

“I hope Paula and I are never in the same waiting room,” you chuckle, breaking the silence. Jamie scoffs in amusement, letting your linked hands drop as he shifts his body to face you.

“Sorry, I know I keep being weird about it, it’s just,” he pauses, sighing. “I never thought I’d feel this way about another person again, and—if I’m being honest—it makes me question everything about my last relationship, like why did I even get together with her in the first place?” You both laugh. He shuffles closer to you, bringing his hand to a stray strand of your hair.

“But more than anything, it scares me,” he admits. Jamie feels a lump form in his throat. “I know you wouldn’t just disappear on me like that, but, I really don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” he trails off, blinking away the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

You scoot closer to him in an attempt to provide some comfort. After pulling the blankets over your naked bodies, you wrap your arm around his waist.

“It’s okay,” you start. “I can’t promise it’ll never happen, because who knows what the future holds? I might get kidnapped by a psychopath for all we know.” Jamie gives you a raised eyebrow, so you continue. “But we made a promise today, and I intend to keep it; ‘for better or for worse’ and all that jazz.” Your eyes meet again, and Jamie looks at you hopefully. “So instead I can promise I’ll still be here in the morning, and I’ll tell you that every night if I have to.”

Jamie cracks a smile, feeling reassured by your promise. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before he responds. “Thank you. I love you so much,” he mumbles into your hair.

“I love you too.” Jamie presses another kiss to your head once you say this, as if to silently acknowledge it. You slowly drift to sleep in his arms and he soon follows, comforted by the knowledge that you’d still be there when he woke up. 

#jamie winton x reader #jamie winton imagine #jamie winton fanfiction #jamie winton x reader smut #x reader smut #ymata imagine #ymata fanfiction #you me and the apocalypse fanfiction #you me and the apocalypse fic

[clydethesnake]

Who I Will Write

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker (mcu)

Slash

Duff McKagan

Izzy Stradlin

James Hetfield

Kirk Hammett

Jamie Winton

Thomas Thorne

Tyko

What I will write

Fluff

Angst

Smut (underage characters MUST be aged up)

What I won't write

rape / non-con

pedophilia

incest

racism

abuse

at the moment I will not be writing x male! readers, I do not feel comfortable doing it (I don't know how to). I might in the future but for now please do not send me requests for male reader.

#80s music #peter parker x stark!reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #duff mckagan x reader #izzy stradlin x reader #tumblr recommendations #mat baynton #6 idiots #ymata #bbc ghosts #mathew baynton

[sleepingdeath-light]

last updated ; 18/11/23

listed below is everything that i have written for the show “you, me and the apocalypse” across all of my accounts — characters are listed alphabetically by first name.

ariel conroy

alphabet — smut

hcs — how he celebrates valentine’s day [here]

hcs — autistic s/o [here]

smut hcs — fem s/o [here]

smut hcs — praise kink [here]

one shot — “reluctant nursemaid”

one shot — “for all the world to see” (nsfw)

one shot — “girls on film” (nsfw)

one shot — “a necessary evil” (nsfw)

one shot — “toxic” (nsfw)

one shot — “a taste of heaven” (nsfw)

jamie winton

alphabet — smut

hcs — how he celebrates valentine’s day [here]

hcs — s/o with adhd [here]

hcs — autistic s/o [here]

smut hcs — fem s/o [here]

smut hcs — praise kink [here]

one shot — “darling girl”

one shot — “teddy bear”

one shot — “idyll” (nsfw)

one shot — “sanctuary” (nsfw)

one shot — “deflowering” (nsfw)

one shot — “beloved boy” (nsfw)

one shot — “baby fever” (nsfw)

#sleepingdeath #masterlist #writing masterlist #ymata masterlist #ymata x reader

[sleepingdeath-bboys]

deflowering ; 18+

full title ; deflowering (or; the societal over-reliance on euphemisms to other female sexuality)

requested by ; anonymous

pairing ; jamie winton x female!virgin!reader

tag list ; @jamiewintons | @pink-booty-butts

word count ; 3353

warnings ; soft jamie, giggly sex, anxious sex, self conscious reader, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, overuse of euphemisms (for plot reasons dw!!), potential ooc dialogue

note ; the prompt given for this one shot is very close to my heart as feeling “too old” to still have your virginity (as strange of a concept as that may sound to those who don’t share that concern) is an anxiety that i heavily relate to despite being quite young (18 as of publishing this). so i hope that this relatability to the prompt allowed me to convey the insert’s anxieties and feelings more accurately than i may have done otherwise.

read also on ; ao3 | wattpad

In a society that both encouraged and admonished female sexuality and sexual liberation, it was no wonder that you’d ended up in this scenario. Being fed the idea that virginity is a virtue to be praised and preserved for the right person (and only that person) from one end whilst the other side of the coin pushed you to abandon those learned ideals and get the whole thing (read: loss of virginity) over and done with as soon as possible.

Sex was gentle and sweet and intimate. Making love to the love of your life. Becoming one to consummate a relationship, a wedding. A dance, a tango, a messy fun and private moment that was to be treasured and adored.

But it was also primal and carnal and bloody. Fucking like wild animals: biting and scratching and bucking like prey caught in a snare. Or worse; emotionless and casual with unnamed unbothered partners that were as intimate as filling out a job application.

A chore. A duty. An obligation.

You’d only ever known of it through the lens of such euphemisms and the touch of your own hand. Not branching out and finding a partner out of the fear of rejection and, as you got older, being outright mocked — transitioning from accusations of sluttishness and looseness should you have slept around to confusion and whispers of prudishness for the fact that you hadn’t. It was all a game of language and, for a woman, there was no way for one to win — only accusations of varying severity and implications depending on which side of the spectrum you fell.

And all of this anxiety and trepidation had culminated in the current predicament you found yourself in as you peppered kisses all about your boyfriends face. As you felt his warm, large hands on your waist, thumbs just barely skimming against the sliver of exposed skin that had manifested itself as you leaned upwards to shower him with affection.

Gentle touches. Gentle kisses. Gentle words. Gentle love. Gentle everything.

Gentle enough that you felt… ready. Well as ready as you’d ever felt (or ever would be, you supposed) and you had no earthly clue how to bring it up. How to bring it up in any way that didn’t feel painfully awkward and wouldn’t leave you so mortified that you’d never be able to look Jamie in the eyes again. How to go about… well… not disappointing him.

But rather than give yourself the time to overthink too much, you briefly swallowed your anxiety and spat out the first phrase that came to mind with a loudness that you hadn’t intended (which startled both you and your darling boyfriend).

“I think I’m ready to go further this time,”

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For a few short moments that felt closer to an eternity, all Jamie did was stare; wide-eyed and slack-jawed entirely robbed of his ability to speak as his cheeks and ears took on a flattering red hue. Though this silence did little to soothe your thoughts and, now panicked, you began to spew out a string of consciousness that even you could barely understand. A half dozen “well”s and “but”s and “um”s and “if”s spilled from your lips beyond your control as you tried to justify yourself to him and, arguably even more so, yourself — ranting slightly and stammering over your words until Jamie finally came back to his senses and silenced you with a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Hey,” he soothed kindly, reaching up to gently stroke his thumb along the side of your face, “it’s okay; you don’t need to justify anything. Not to me. Not when it comes to this.” He then pressed another kiss against your skin, this time to your cheekbone and you could feel him smile as he paused there for a second. And after a few beats he finally pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, searching your features for even the slightest hint of hesitation.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Seeing your startled expression, he stuttered for a few moments and hurried to clarify what he meant, his face paling with his own panic as he spoke. “N-Not that I don’t want to — I do, I really do. It’s just that you’ve never really spoken about it until now and I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything and—”

“I’m sure!” You spoke a bit louder than intended, stopping his rant in its tracks and losing your short-lived burst of confidence the moment those big, loving eyes met yours. “I— uh,” you looked away, worrying your lip between your teeth for a few seconds as you caught your breath before continuing in a quieter, shakier voice despite your attempts at willing it to be anything but, “I’ve just not, um… I’ve never done this before and I don’t want to disappoint you. That’s all,”

“Lovely,” Jamie began rather sternly, nudging his nose against the underside of your jaw as you remained resolute in facing away from him, “you could never disappoint me; not in a million years — or even more than that. You being a virgin isn’t a problem for me, it never would be and if I ever made you feel that way I am so so sorry.” Another pause as he caught his breath and pulled away, gently trying to coax you to look over at him. “I love you as you are, for who you are, not for what you can offer me — or whatever it is people say. I’ve only ever been with one person before you and I would’ve been happy to wait however long you needed for us to, well, have sex,” you could see his cheeks getting slightly more pinkish in the corner of your eye when the word passed his lips, “or forever if you didn’t want that. So please don’t think that anything about you could disappoint me — you’re already far better than what I deserve and I’d be a fool to pass you over for something like that. Or for anything, really.”

At that you finally turned to look at him, your vision misty with tears as you shook your head and opened your mouth to scold him for being so self deprecating. Though you didn’t get very far before he quieted you with another, more passionate kiss that stole your breath and blanked your mind for a few moments — only pulling away a few millimetres to rest his forehead against yours as he continued.

“Are you still up for this?”

And, as certain as you’d ever been about such a thing, you nodded and responded in something just above a whisper; something that brought a sweet smile to your boyfriend’s lips.

“Of course I am, darling,”

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That verbal confirmation was all it took for Jamie to start slowly and gradually undressing you, looking up to you for consent each time until you were completely bare before you.

Your thick winter jumper was the first to go, followed shortly by your bra (which he was shockingly effective at). He took his time with your chest: trailing kisses down from your jawline to your throat down past your collarbone to your sternum with a gentleness and chasteness that left you speechless; teasing each of your breasts in turn, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were erect and groping your breasts completely just to feel you arch your back into his touch; sliding his hands up and down your sides and showing his appreciation very thoroughly to each and every inch of skin that was newly exposed to his loving gaze.

Then came your jeans and panties, which he quickly undid and slid down your legs before disposing over the side of the bed. His attentions first turned to your stomach, kissing his way down your body as he manoeuvred you so that you were laying on your back. Every touch against your skin sent a new wave of heat straight to your core and you just barely bit back a whine when his large hands began to spread your thighs — his touch light and affectionate but strong enough to position you however he needed.

And, after taking a moment to press a kiss against your ankle, he moved both of your legs over his shoulders and pulled you carefully towards him so that your soaked cunt was a hair’s breath away from his warm, eager mouth. The only warning he offered beyond asking for your approval was an assurance that you needed to be prepped for him before he finally focused his attentions right where you needed him.

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As with most things, Jamie made a point to take his time with you, savouring the experience of your first time. He started with his tongue: flatly licking slow, long stripes from your throbbing clit to your gushing entrance and moaning at your flavour; alternating between shyly circling the tip of his tongue over your clit and kitten-licking at it, testing the waters to see what made you cry out the loudest; tentatively entering you with his tongue, shallowly thrusting a few centimetres in before returning his attentions elsewhere. All the while lovingly caressing your legs as they trembled and quaked atop his shoulders and occasionally turning his head to the side to place a chaste kiss to your inner thigh before looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes and praising you for doing so well.

Then, after a good minute or so of that, he started to incorporate his hands into your pleasure — a part of himself he was much more confident with when it came to sex. He slowly pushed one long digit into your soaked pussy, his movements slow and careful as he tested the waters; moving with rather than against you until he bottomed out at his knuckle. Settling for a few moments until you started squirming and bucking to get him to move — a demand he quickly complied with. His pace, as you’d come to expect, was very gentle and languid, treating you as if you were made of something fragile like porcelain or glass whilst looking at you as if you were a living piece of art (like the stained glass in a church that you’d revere from the pews).

And for a while that was enough. The patient thrusting of his finger and the suckling of your clit was enough to have your head spinning and your chest arching upwards seeking the pleasure that was starting to flood through your veins. But, knowing what was to come, Jamie began to integrate another finger into the mix: scissoring, fingering, crooking and doing what he could to stretch and prepare you for him — even managing to get up to three fingers before the tightening and fluttering of your cunt was too much for him to keep going as deep as he had.

That overwhelming unfamiliar feeling of being stretched from the inside out had your mind reeling and the mixture of mild pain and overwhelming pleasure was enough to send you over the edge of your climax. You felt like a living breathing contradiction, a paradoxical mess of incoherent rambling that bordered on the edge of manic sobbing as your boyfriend diligently guided you through your climax.

The heart of a hummingbird; the lungs of a drowning woman; sweat-slicked heated skin of someone burning alive and the icy veins of someone frozen in place. Spasming, thrashing, trembling beneath his touch as your foggy mind raced a thousand miles a minute — consumed, maddened by thoughts of him and his touch and his voice and his eyes that you could barely see or hear through your pleasure spurred stupor.

Everything was too much. Too bright. Too loud. Too far.

Yet it wasn’t enough — too quiet, not close enough, not clear enough — was your senses grew dulled as you came down from your high. Relaxing and returning to the physical world in comfortable waves that Jamie helped you brace against with his slowly lessening ministrations. Only stopping once he was sure you were alright to pull back and utter a simple statement that had you moaning and reaching for him to tug him up the bed, over your body and towards your neglected lips that missed him and his taste so dearly.

“We can stop here if you want; I know that I can be a bit… much to take,”

But you were too far gone, too wanting of him, to stop now — and you wanted nothing more than to take everything he had to offer. Everything of his. And you hoped that the ferocity of your kiss was enough to convince him of that as all of your words had left you.

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The moment your lips touched you were hit with the tang of your slick that still stuck to his tongue and you found yourself enjoying the intimacy of it all. Though you had little time to revel in the closeness before Jamie broke the kiss and you could feel the very tip of his length pressing against your dripping entrance — and when you looked between the two of you, you couldn’t help but gasp.

He was absolutely massive — something that he’d managed to hide remarkably well until now. The length alone was rather intimidating, but that combined with his impressive girth had your mouth and throat running dry as you considered just what you’d gotten into. His head was swollen and a darker pinkish tone and there was a slight upwards curve that you could notice and you felt a wave of heat rushing to your core as your thoughts flitted to just how he’d feel inside of you. And you’d have continued to get lost in those thoughts if Jamie hadn’t cleared his throat and spoken up again.

“The moment you want me to stop or that I start hurting you, please just tell me and we can stop. I won’t judge you or get mad, I want you to be comfortable — okay, love?”

And you swallowed thickly. And you looked into those sincere eyes. And you smiled and pressed a chaste kiss against his nose. And you nodded and giggled slightly in spite of yourself when his cheeks reddened at your display of affection.

And then he started to slowly push into you.

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He slid into you inch by inch and you could feel yourself stretching far beyond what you thought was possible. Your senses were overwhelmed with an addictive combination of pain and pleasure that complimented one another so deliciously and was fuelled by the intoxicating strain and ache of your needy cunt as he finally — finally — bottomed out inside of you.

For several moments you just stayed like that, unmoving and barely breathing as you adjusted to the sheer magnitude of what was inside of you. Though the wait was made much more manageable by Jamie's freely given affection as he peppered kisses all over your face and neck and collarbones — murmuring the sweetest and most genuine praise in a strained voice that had your cheeks burning.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart,"

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world,"

"You're so perfect,"

"I love you so much,"

"You feel so good, darling,"

Soon after, you started to move of your own accord, cautiously circling your hips and gently bucking to test the waters of what you could take — all actions that coaxed quiet moans and groans from your boyfriend’s throat. Although each movement of your hips made you wince and sent shocks of pain up your spine, they were quickly overwhelmed by the pleasurable heat that had started to claw its way up through your body from your core and, whilst still slightly oversensitive from your first climax, you wanted to chase that second high. Urging Jamie to start moving with a reassuring smile and gentle touches to his face and kisses along his lips and jawline and promises that you were fine and that you’d let him know if it got too much.

You could take it — take him — you were certain of it.

And, ever the compliant lover, Jamie relented and started to move once again — his pace slow and reluctant and cautious as he was still terrified of hurting you. Yet, for now, that considerate rhythm was more than enough for you both and you began to clumsily bring each other to the peak of climax.

It was messy and unsure but so very perfectly chaotic that you couldn’t help but giggle between your moans: you alternated between carding your hands through his soft hair and digging your nails into his shoulders to pull him closer and to ground yourself; your lips and tongues and teeth were clashing in a messy, passionate kiss wherein you each greedily, eagerly swallowed every vulgar, lord sound that left the other’s throat; your hips ground down against his in a faltering, loose rhythm that complimented the slow, shallow thrusts of his thick cock into your soaked pussy; his nose was bumping clumsily against yours and occasional giggly apologies were given after each collision.

But you didn’t find it in yourself to complain. You couldn’t; the atmosphere was too light and comfortable and intimate and your mind was already occupied with other more pressing matters.

Matters involving him. The feeling of his soft lips against your own as he praised you against your skin and placed assuring kisses on the edges of your mouth before going back to kissing you properly. The warmness of his voice as he praised you, the giddy anxiousness that tinged his laughter whenever one of you would slip or make a mistake, the darker almost huskier edge to his tone whenever he moaned or groaned into you. The constant thrusting of his hips against yours where, no matter how shallowly he moved, you were still keenly aware of every curve and ridge and vein that decorated his lengthy shaft as he damn near tattooed his shape inside of you. Moulding your sensitive inner walls so that you would only think of him — all of him — whenever you touched yourself.

The way he always managed to brush against your g-spot and have your back arching straight up into his chest. The way his warm, large hands felt as they gripped your hip for stability and caressed the side of your face with a gentleness you’d grown all too accustomed to.

Warm. Light. Intimate. Perfect.

You couldn’t have asked for a better first time as your thoughts lost their coherency and sense and you fell over the precipice for the second time that day. With blurry, white edged vision. With lungs that burned and ached for air as you moaned sluttishly into his mouth. With limbs that had turned to mush, only able to tremble and cling to your boyfriend, pulling him closer and closer until you were as close as two people could possibly be. With your body and mind overwhelmed with wave after wave of pleasure as you soaked Jamie and the bedsheet beneath you.

With his name on your lips and his visage imprinted on the inside of your eyelids.

Your darling Jamie followed soon after, hastily pulling out and coming onto your stomach with a muffled exclamation of your name all but shouted against your lips. Panting, heaving, groaning until he finally collapsed beside you and pulled you against him so that you were resting comfortably at his side.

And though your voice was too hoarse and your body too exhausted to speak, you grinned widely, tiredly up at him and admired those beautiful, blown-out eyes in the afterglow of your first time together. He was always beautiful (you frequently found yourself just staring at him for no reason at all), but now he was gorgeous, with that soft brown hair all messed up and a lopsided grin adorning his face — his touch, and everything else about him, seeming so much gentler now. You hoped that he thought of you the same way.

And, of course, he did.

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[sleepingdeath-bboys]

baby fever ; 18+

pairing ; jamie winton x cis female!reader

tag list ; @jamiewintons | @pink-booty-butts

word count ; 736

warnings ; sexually explicit content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

read also on ; ao3 | wattpad

All it had taken was that single suggestion, those short six words: ‘I want to have your baby’. A sentence murmured, half mumbled and slurred, when he was already buried to the hilt inside of your fluttering cunt — part instinctual need voiced in an intimate moment, part conscious confession of a want you’d been carrying around ever since your wedding day (brief months that felt like decades to you in the moment).

But that one plea, that begging moan, had brought your darling Jamie to a pause. Hips stuttering as his hazy mind caught up with what you’d said and his cheeks and neck started to turn a pretty, flustered pink.

‘What?’ Unsure, uncertain of what he’d heard and not wanting to push, and yet desperate to hear it again.

‘I,’ you licked your lips and swallowed thickly, trying to string together something coherent despite your foggy thoughts, ‘I said I want to have a baby with you, Jamie.’

Certain, sure, yet still flustered with your kissed skin burning with embarrassment as your husband stared down at you with those beautiful doe eyes of his. Silent, considering and processing your every word until something finally clicked and a bright — sunlight in the golden hour of a crisp winter morning bright — grin split across his face and those stunning eyes grew wet with unshed tears (and you whimpered as you felt his large cock practically jump inside of you).

Then he leaned down and started peppering kisses all over your face as he finally started to move again: slower, more gentle, but no less passionate as he deliberately angled his hips so that the engorged tip of his dick was brushing against that spot inside of you with every thrust. Whispering teary ‘thank you’s and ‘I love you’s as he kissed your sweaty forehead, your heavy eyelids, your burning cheeks, the bridge and tip of your nose, your chin, and finally your smiling lips — the final kiss deeper and messier as you buried your hands in his messy brown hair and held him in place as he moaned and whimpered against you.

Endlessly loving, as he always was, even as he started to push you closer to climax — this time clearly, audibly, more eager than ever before (he’d always wanted a family, after all, so how could he not be excited at the opportunity?). Placing one slender hand on the underside of your thigh to keep you stable as he made love to you whilst the other rested comfortably beside your head to keep you upright. Trying dearly to hold on for you even as you felt his pace start to falter and grow clumsy, heard him get louder even as his moans and gasps were muffled by your kiss, and it became clear that he was also teetering over the edge of climax. Downright begging you, breathless and moaning between syllables, to ‘cum for me’ and ‘let me hear you’, repeating ‘please’ and ‘sweetheart’ and ‘darling’ over and over again until his voice cracked and something in you snapped and you were sent tumbling over the edge.

Finishing to the sound of him uttering your name in a half-sob, half-moan against your lips and the feeling of him following you a short few seconds later: filling you with his seed until it started to leak out of you around his softening dick, dripping down your ass and pooling on the bedsheets along with your own slick. Only able to cry out for him in moans and whimpers and cusses you knew would be enough to make him blush in any other moment — not that your lust wracked mind was able to think such things. No, you were much too far gone for that.

The only image you were able to form in the height of your orgasm was a blissful one that made your racing heart swell with hope and longing: Jamie, your Jamie, surrounded by children and beaming with pride. So very at home and content in a scene you’d yet to see and only hoped you’d get to experience yourself in the near future. A single coherent sentence flashing briefly through your mind at the conjured sight before you were once again pulled under the white hot tidal wave of pleasure that your beloved had so lovingly inflicted upon you.

Fatherhood really did suit Jamie, and you couldn’t wait to start your family together…

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[jamiewintons]

A Break in Routine (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: Jamie’s staying late at work, but with the impending end of the world, all you want is to spend some time with him. Maybe this is your chance to fulfil one of your long-time fantasies?

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Desk Sex. Teasing. Fingering. Unprotected Sex. Slightly Dominant Jamie. Mentions of Death/End of the World. Implied Breeding Kink.

A/N: The first of the prompt fills for my request event; the prompts were “Jamie Winton + Desk Sex + Awkward Flirting”. I must admit, the "awkward flirting" part of the prompt kind of got away from me, so I'm instead interpreting it as Jamie reacting to the flirting awkwardly. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Word Count: 2879

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Well, this is the man I fell in love with, you think to yourself, idly playing with a loose thread hanging off of your skirt. You sigh, looking at him hunched over his desk, scribbling away at some paperwork. Some paperwork that really didn’t need to be done, considering that the world was going to end in approximately two weeks, and everything – this bank, all the paperwork, and the two of you – would be gone, like it had never existed in the first place.

But he loves his routine, and so he continues to show up to work every day even when no one else does. It makes him feel calmer in the face of death, he would insist.

You only wish that Jamie had instead decided to spend all of the time he had left with you, but at least he’d conceded today, and asked if you could stay by his side while he worked. Unfortunately, he decided he needed to stay late tonight, and as the evening became later and later, you grew increasingly impatient. Jamie was so focused on his work that he hadn’t noticed any of your exaggerated, exasperated sighs, which had been all a ploy to grab his attention.

This just won’t do. You’re determined that you’re going to tick at least one thing off of your bucket list before that comet destroys everything. So quietly, you stand up, removing your jacket and draping it over the back of your chair. Jamie doesn’t seem to notice that you had moved.

To demand his attention, you break the silence - which had been lingering for at least half an hour at this point - first by clearing your throat, and then by speaking up. “I think you should take a break,” you tell him, keeping your tone soft and relatively neutral. You don’t want him to know exactly what you’ve got in store for him just yet.

Jamie’s hand doesn’t cease moving, continuing to focus on the paperwork even as he speaks to you. You cross your arms over your chest, mildly irritated at not being his top priority. “I’m almost done, sweetheart. I know you’ve been waiting a long time, but I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

“You said that an hour ago, Jamie,” you say, with yet another sigh.

Now it’s Jamie's turn to sigh, and you can tell from his eyes that he feels guilty, but his gaze is still locked firmly on the paper in front of him. “I know. I’m really sorry, but I do mean it this time.”

“Well… this is important, and it can’t wait.” Finally deciding that it’s time to just take what you want, you put yourself between Jamie’s chair and his desk, blocking his view of his work. Your boyfriend looks up at you with confused eyes, only for you to lean towards him, your lips so close to his ear that they touch it when you begin to seductively whisper. “I want you to fuck me, Jamie.” Your hand rests on his thigh now, and you feel him tense beneath you. “On this desk. Right now.”

With how close you are to him, you can hear his breath quicken at your words. You smile to yourself, your hand taking a firmer grip on his thigh. Jamie blinks rapidly, trying to find the words to respond to what you’ve just said. “Love, we… we can’t do that…”

“Why not?” you ask him, and pull back to be able to look into his eyes as he considered his answer. His cheeks had gone that shade of pink that you loved, nearly the same shade as those pink boxers he always wore. You trailed your hand further up his thigh, getting dangerously close to his already hardening cock. “Come on, are you seriously telling me that you’ve never thought about it?”

Jamie stays silent, the blush on his cheeks only getting brighter and brighter. He awkwardly fidgets with the buttons of his jacket, trying not to betray the fact that he definitely has thought about it. When the day was getting far too stressful and he knew that you were the only one who could bring him any comfort. Or when you’d come into the bank to visit him, and his eyes couldn’t help but linger on the parts of your thighs he could see, uncovered by your short skirt. He’d certainly thought about it, but it was just that; a fantasy. One that shouldn’t be replicated in real life, owing to how utterly inappropriate it was to have sex at work.

“You haven’t thought of me kneeling down under your desk, unzipping your trousers and taking you into my mouth? No one else can know what I’m doing, so you have to try and keep a straight face when I’m making you feel so good?” Your hand leaves Jamie’s thigh, and his eyes flicker up to you, mourning the loss of contact. Instead, you shift his paperwork out of the way, and take a seat on his desk right in front of him. “You haven’t thought of sweeping everything off the desk and fucking me on top of it? Because I certainly have. Every time I step foot in this place. After I leave, I always find myself needing to, well… take care of business.”

Jamie takes a sharp inhale, overwhelmed by the fact that every time you visit him at work, you end up touching yourself to the thought of him fucking you on his desk. Part of him wonders how long you would wait to do it. Would you wait until you got back home? Or did you sometimes find yourself so turned on that you couldn’t help yourself but do it in your car, before you could even think about driving home? He swears under his breath as those images invade his mind. Already, his resolve is beginning to slip, and the paperwork he’d been trying to finish seems far, far away, to the point that he barely remembers it.

You know that Jamie is so close to giving in, and you’re so close to getting what you want. You cross one of your legs over the other, drawing his attention to your thighs, before speaking again. “Come on, honey, what’s the harm? It’s just the two of us here, the place is all locked up… you can do whatever you want to me, and no one will see or hear us.”

With that last push, something in Jamie’s eyes changes and before you even know it, he’s on his feet and pushing your legs apart so he can fit in between them. One hand tangles in your hair as he crashes his lips against yours with an almost bruising roughness, while the other rapidly slides up your thigh until it’s beneath your skirt and the tips of his fingers are millimetres away from touching your panties. You smile into the kiss, feeling Jamie’s very prominent erection, and you bring your hand down to brush your fingers against it through the fabric of his trousers. At this contact, Jamie deepens the kiss further, making you whimper and leaving you breathless.

Jamie’s just about to push you down onto the top of the desk, but suddenly he notices all of his work supplies and stationary still in their proper places sitting on the surface. “Hold on, I, uh… I need to get this out of the way.” To your surprise and horror, Jamie pulls away from you, starting to pick up all of his things and placing them meticulously on the other end of the desk. It baffles you to understand how he could even have the presence of mind to think about a few pens and sticky notes when you can barely think at all.

For a few moments, you simply watch him as he goes along, neatly rearranging things. It’d probably be funny if you weren’t so horny, but you were so you could hardly see the humour in it. When Jamie gets close enough to you, and he reaches out to grab the stapler that was beside your leg, you take hold of his wrist and stop him in his tracks.

“I’ve been waiting patiently all day,” you tell him, pouting. He opens his mouth to say something, probably about how it would take just a little bit longer for him to be done, you quickly cut him off. “None of this stuff is going to matter for much longer, Jamie. Please, don’t keep me waiting. I need you.”

Jamie hesitates. His eyes flicker between your face - as you look up at him with pleading eyes, flushed cheeks, and biting your bottom lip - and the stapler beside you. Then he looks again. And once more. After that, it only takes a few more seconds of consideration before he pulls you off the desk and brushes all of the remaining items off of it with a sweep of his arm. You barely even hear the sound of work supplies clattering onto the floor, before he lifts you onto the desk and pushes you back so that you’re laying down on the surface.

His lips are on yours in an instant, though they don’t linger there for long. Soon his kisses are trailing down to your jawline and then to your neck, where he sucks a mark into the sensitive flesh. All the while his hand slips back under your skirt, grabbing at your panties and pulling them down your legs. You do your best to lift your lower body up to make it easier to remove them, though it’s a little difficult with Jamie on top of you. He manages to get the pesky garment out of the way, letting them fall to the floor before his fingers are teasing at your already soaked entrance.

You moan loudly as one long finger slips inside of you, your hand gripping onto the fabric of Jamie’s shirt. A similar noise escapes Jamie when he feels how tight and wet you are, even around just a single digit. He begins moving his hand, eager to stretch you out so you’ll be able to take him. A second finger quickly joins the first, and before long, a third one does too. You’re squirming and whining as Jamie prepares you, wrapping your legs around him so tightly that it’s difficult for him to pull away.

He manages however, and once he’s withdrawn his fingers from you, you sit up a little so you can watch as he unbuckles his belt, before pulling his trousers and boxers down just enough to free his painfully hard cock from its confines. “Are you ready?” he asks, his voice slightly deeper than usual, and you immediately squeak out an affirmative answer, your eyes locked on his intimidating length. Once you’ve given your consent, he’s back between your legs and flipping your skirt up, before slowly, carefully pushing inside of you.

It stings a bit as you struggle to take him in - though that's true every time you have sex, regardless of how much time he puts aside to prepare you - and once he’s completely sheathed inside, you close your eyes tightly and grasp Jamie’s shoulder, adjusting to the feeling of being so ridiculously full. As you do so, Jamie presses his face against the side of yours, whispering soft, soothing praises in your ear as his large hands massage your thighs in an attempt to make you feel more comfortable. With each passing second, the pain fades away, and is replaced with a burning desire for him to just start moving already. For him to fuck you until you’re both pushed over the edge.

A quiet, strained “Jamie, please”, seems to get the point across, and he pulls back to look at your face, wanting to make sure that you’re ready. You nod, a whimper escaping you, and you brace yourself as both of his hands come to hold your hips.

Jamie starts off with slow, shallow thrusts - though they’re more than enough to have you gasping out loud, and scrambling to wrap your legs around his midsection once again. You tuck your arms beneath Jamie’s own, digging your fingernails into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. 

His lips find their way back to yours, your messy, open-mouthed kisses only being interrupted by the moans being pulled from both of you as Jamie begins to speed up the pace of his hips. With every thrust he’s managing to hit that sweet spot inside of you, making you squeeze him tighter with both your legs and hands.

Eventually the kisses become impossible to maintain, with how you’re practically gasping for air, so Jamie’s lips return to your neck, gently nipping and sucking and marking you even more. Now his pace is getting faster, rougher, and it’s making your head spin. You try to speak, to beg for him, but all that comes out is semi-coherent babbling; sobbed out curse words and the word “please” over and over.

Jamie knows that you’re close. He can feel it from the way you’re squeezing around him unbelievably tight, how your hands are struggling to find purchase against his shoulders but your grip is failing. All you need is that last little push and he has to do it quickly, because he knows that he’s going to come soon too, and he’ll be damned if he finishes before you’re satisfied.

He manages to pry himself from your grip and you whine at the loss of contact, but once he’s pulled back a bit and begun rubbing circles on your aching clit with his thumb, you’re no longer complaining. This combined with his deep, rough strokes has you coming hard within moments, bucking your hips up against his as your cunt pulsates around his cock. Jamie does his best to go on for as long as he can, to prolong your climax as much as possible, but soon enough it’s too much for him. He buries himself inside you as far as he can, his hips stilling with a long, breathless moan of your name as he fills you with his cum.

You feel almost like you’re seeing stars as you come down from your high, your chest moving up and down harshly. Jamie’s peppering soft kisses all over your face, murmuring sweet praises and pet names into your skin as he struggles to steady his breathing as well. Once you feel in control of yourself again you smile contentedly, bringing your hands up to run your fingers through his impossibly soft hair. You stay like that for who knows how long, just enjoying the feeling of being so close, so connected.

However it eventually becomes uncomfortable to remain in your current position, so Jamie has to slowly pull out, his legs still a little shaky from his orgasm. He looks down, and watches with barely contained interest as some of his cum leaks from your spent pussy, considering trying to push some of it back inside with his fingers - definitely because he was concerned about making a mess, and no other reasons - but decides against it on the grounds that you’re probably feeling too sensitive.

As he tucks himself back into his pants, Jamie feels worn out, but there’s no way he’s as exhausted as you look; nearly passed out there on his desk. Still, you give him that warm, loving smile, making him feel a little giddy, even after what you’ve just done. He has no idea why he’d been bothering with boring paperwork when he could be spending all of his time with you.

“I hate to say I told you so…” you begin, smugly but sweetly, and Jamie can’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

“But you did tell me so.” Jamie leans down to pick up your underwear, and when he’s standing back up again, he just happens to glance at his watch and his eyes widen. “Shit, I didn’t realise how late it was. We need to get home.”

He looks around at the mess he left when he swept everything off the desk and briefly considered tidying it up, but then his gaze returned to you. Who cares about a few bits of stationery and paperwork? All he wants to spend all the time he has left with you. In his last moments, was he going to be thinking about the bank and how he wished he’d cleaned up, or was he going to think of all the things he missed doing with you?

Jamie knows his answer, and he doesn’t know why he had been spending so much time and energy on something that in the grand scheme of things, didn’t even matter. With that thought on his mind, he picks up his bag, wanting to get you home and cook you a nice dinner. “Ready to head home, love?”

“Uh, Jamie?" you say, as you try and then fail to sit up. He's right there in an instant, tenderly stroking your arm as he looks at you with concern in his eyes. "I think you’re going to have to carry me to the car. Not sure if I can still walk after that.”

Jamie grins. “Of course.”

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[jamiewintons]

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: You're Jamie's "secret admirer"; you've been watching him for a long time, waiting for the perfect moment to make him all yours. Now, it’s finally time.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Yandere!Reader. Kidnapping. Stalking. Extremely Dubious Consent. Bondage. Unprotected Sex. Breeding Kink. Handjobs. Blowjobs. Tit Fucking.

A/N: An anon requested a fic with an Ariel-like reader who captures Jamie, and it's totally crazy because I'd been thinking about something like that for a while!! Anyway... there are a lot of dark themes in this, so please heed the warnings and don't read if it's going to cause you discomfort. Those who do choose to read, I hope you enjoy!! (Also the title is a lyric from Howl by Florence + The Machine)

Word Count: 3058

Taglist: Only tagging @demontoucansam and @pink-booty-butts in this one, since they’re the only ones I know that are comfortable with this kind of stuff.

*

This was what all of these months of patient waiting and careful planning had been leading up to, and now that you had him here in front of you, you found yourself a little nervous.

It was silly, really. You’d done pretty much nothing but observe him since the day you first set eyes on him, and you’d actually succeeded in kidnapping him and bringing him back home, but you felt almost like a schoolgirl, giddy and embarrassed in front of your crush.

You were standing there in front of him, watching over him as he slept. You’d stripped him down to just his boxers – you’d considered disposing of his clothes but you couldn’t resist keeping his shirt for yourself – and secured him tightly to the chair he was sitting in; his arms behind his back and his calves bound to the legs of the chair, with his own legs open enough to give you easy access to do whatever you wanted to him.

A jolt of excitement flowed through your body at that thought. Now that you had him, you could do whatever you wanted to him. This was the best day of your life.

*

Jamie began to wake up, his eyelids heavy and his head aching, to the feeling of something brushing against his cheek. As his eyes slowly fluttered open, he could see the blurry outline of a person, reaching out to touch his face with a soft hand. For a moment, he didn’t react, his mind too tired to even wonder what the hell was going on, but when he heard the figure begin to speak, he paid attention.

“I’m glad you’re finally awake, darling,” a voice said, with a hint of amusement behind it. “You look very pretty when you’re sleeping, but I was starting to get impatient.”

Jamie made a sleepy noise of confusion as his vision began to clear, and he could finally see you properly. There you were, wearing one of his shirts and what seemed like nothing else underneath. It seemed strangely intimate, like you were his girlfriend or something, when in fact he’d never met you before in his life.

His brain was a little bit behind, and it took him a few moments to realise that it was the shirt he had been wearing when he returned home from work. This prompted him to look down, horrified to see that he was now clothed only in his boxers, and even worse, when he tried to struggle, he found that his arms were tightly secured to the chair. His legs too were tied, and the chair was bolted down to the floor.

“There’s no use in doing that, Jamie,” you told him gently, and Jamie wasn’t sure whether he should be disturbed or relieved at what seemed to be genuine warmth and affection in your eyes. “Now that I’ve got you right where I want you, I’m never letting you go.”

“Wh-who are you? What do you want?” he asked, trying but failing to keep his voice from shaking. You moved back closer to him, smiling down at him with a lovestruck expression.

“You could call me your…” You paused to think for a moment, tilting your head to the side slightly. “…Secret admirer. I’ve been watching you for a long time. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

The sense of dread settled low in Jamie’s stomach at your words. “W-watching me?”

“Yep.” You let out a quiet giggle as you reached out to stroke his hair, enjoying the feeling of the soft strands between your fingers. Jamie made an attempt to pull away, but of course, there was nowhere for him to go. “I’ve been watching you for months now. Wherever you go, whatever you do… just waiting for the perfect moment to make you mine. And now, here you are.”

You had been watching him all the time? Jamie felt himself blush as he considered the terrifying implications of that sentence. Had you been watching as he slept, or as he showered, or during… other private moments? His voice shrunk with the weight of his anxieties, so his next question was barely above a squeaky whisper. “What… what are you planning on doing to me?”

“Aww, don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re far too precious to me.” You leaned down to press a kiss against his forehead, which might have been a sweet gesture had the circumstances been different, but now it just felt wrong. “Both of us have been so lonely for so long. It’s time for us to be happy. Together.”

All words had left Jamie’s mind, and so in the absence of speech, he simply stared at you in disbelief. You were still grinning at him, which just made things all the more confusing. Did you seriously think that kidnapping was the correct way to begin a healthy relationship? Did you think that he would just be fine with that?

“You won’t be tied up like this forever, of course. Just until I’m sure you’re not going to run from me. But until then…” Your hand rests on Jamie’s thigh, and then ever so slowly begins to move upwards.

He wasn’t sure why it took that long, but it suddenly hit Jamie what you were intending to do to him. Why you’d almost completely stripped him, and why you’d tied him to this chair. He began to struggle again, hopelessly trying to release himself from his very strong bonds. Of course, there was no point to any of it.

“Come on, honey. Don’t waste your energy.” You sat yourself down on Jamie’s lap, shock making all of his attempts to escape cease when you moved to straddle him. Disturbingly enough, he could feel through his boxers that you were completely soaked, and also not wearing any underwear. Your face was far too close to his, and you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck and over the back of the chair.

“Please, don’t do this,” Jamie begged, closing his eyes tightly and trying to will himself to not get aroused when you began grinding your wetness against his lap. It has been so long since he had been touched by anyone other than himself and his body was quick to react to any kind of stimulation. “Please, it’s not right, you can’t…”

“If you don’t want it, then how do you explain this?” You punctuated your question by gently taking hold of Jamie’s hardening cock through his boxers, stroking him over the fabric and making him whine. The sweet noises that Jamie made and the way his face scrunched up when you touched him made you giggle again. “You don’t need to fight me, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You scrambled off of Jamie’s lap, and for a brief moment he thought that he was in the clear, but when he looked down he saw you on your knees pulling at the waistband of his boxers. He feebly tried to kick, to make it more difficult for you, but with his ankles strapped to the chair there was nothing that he could do. Once his boxers were as far down as you could get them, you cut them off of him, throwing the ruined fabric and the knife he hadn’t realised you had carelessly to the side. The idea of having a knife so close to delicate parts of his body made Jamie even more nervous, but to his very slight relief you managed it without cutting him. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you some more.” A kiss was pressed to his inner thigh. “Pink looks cute on you.”

Your lips travelled up Jamie’s thighs, stopping every so often to suck bruises into the pale, sensitive flesh, marking him as yours. Your hands followed the route that your lips had already taken, scratching your nails lightly over his skin. You took it painfully slowly, wanting Jamie to be absolutely desperate when you finally gave him what he needed. It didn’t seem it was taking too long, however, as you could already feel his legs quivering under your touch.

“You know, now that I’m seeing it in person, it’s bigger than I thought it was,” you noted with a grin, once your eyes had fallen on Jamie’s cock, painfully hard and leaking against his stomach. It was far too easy to get him excited, but you loved it. “The cameras really didn’t do you justice.”

You spent a few more moments admiring him, while Jamie tried to focus on anything but your eyes and hands on him. He hated that his body was reacting to what you were doing to him. It was just so wrong, he didn’t want—

Jamie’s eyes shot open and he annoyingly let out a loud moan when he felt your tongue flick out to touch his tip, swirling around it before you actually took him into your mouth. You smiled around his cock, happy to have actually pulled a reaction out of him. How you wished that Jamie didn’t have to be tied up, so that you could feel his fingers threading through your hair as you pleasured him. Feel him struggle to keep his hips from bucking upwards into the warm wetness of your mouth. One day, you assured yourself.

You did hate however that in your current position, it was very difficult to gage how Jamie was feeling. He couldn’t touch you, he was stubbornly trying to muffle any sounds that might come out, and worst of all, you could hardly see his face.

Suddenly, an idea came to you that would allow you to remedy at least one of those problems. You stopped, slowly taking him from your mouth, and Jamie made a quiet little noise that you couldn’t decipher. Your fingers came to your chest, beginning to unbutton the shirt you were wearing, which was a struggle with how much your hands were shaking. Once you’d managed it, you threw the shirt aside, and sat up a bit higher on your knees, pressing yourself closer between Jamie’s legs.

Using both of your hands, you pushed your breasts together to envelop Jamie’s cock, the feeling of being surrounded by soft, warm flesh making him let out another traitorous moan. His cock was practically covered in his own precum and your saliva, meaning that when you started moving, there was more than enough lubrication for you to be able to thrust it in and out of your cleavage without any resistance.

Briefly, you thought that maybe you should have kept your bra on for this; if you didn’t have to worry about holding your tits together, you would have been able to focus entirely on watching how Jamie’s face contorted in pleasure, all because of you. But it was too late to change that now, so you just decided to enjoy what you had now.

For Jamie, this was an entirely new experience. Then again, that wasn’t exactly surprising; he’d only ever been with Layla, so he wasn’t the most worldly or knowledgeable person on the subject of sex. Honestly, until now, he didn’t even know that this was something that people did. And no matter how much he hated this whole situation, it felt good. Too good.

Jamie bit his lip to try and stop himself from making anymore noise, but even with all of his efforts, whimpers still escaped him, encouraging you to speed up your movements. Before he knew it, Jamie was right at the edge of orgasm with absolutely no means of escape. Without his permission, his hips made their best attempt to move upwards, trying to get more of what you were giving him.

With only a few more thrusts, Jamie was coming, his cum spurting onto your tits, with some of it even getting onto your chin. His first instinct was to apologise profusely, but when he opened his mouth to do so he reconsidered. Should he really be the one saying sorry in this scenario? So he stayed silent, instead focusing on catching his breath.

“I didn’t give you permission to do that, darling,” you told him, swiping some of his cum from your chin with your thumb before licking it off with an approving moan. “But I’ll let you off the hook, just this once. I’ll have you ready to go again in no time anyway.”

Jamie didn’t even have time to protest, because all he could do was whimper when you wrapped your hand around his oversensitive cock and began to pump it, using the cum that hadn’t gotten on you to ensure it went smoothly. Just as you predicted, it didn’t take long for Jamie to get hard again, which you were glad for since you were impatient to get to the main event.

You stood back up and climbed onto Jamie’s lap, feeling his once again hard cock against your soaked pussy. You were positively vibrating with excitement as you lifted yourself up and began to sink down onto Jamie’s length, digging your fingernails into his shoulders as he filled your aching emptiness so completely.

“Oh fuck, Jamie… you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this,” you moaned breathlessly, giving yourself a few moments to adjust; to how full you felt, and to how elated you were to finally have the man you adored here inside of you.

Jamie was once again biting his lip, trying to stop his voice from betraying him, from letting you know how good it felt to be buried deep inside of you. You were so incredibly warm and wet, squeezing around him so tightly, something that he hadn’t felt for years. He cursed himself for his own inexperience – if only he hadn’t had such a long dry spell, maybe he’d be able to put up more of a fight.

You took this chance to crash your lips against Jamie’s, practically forcing his mouth open, invading it with your tongue and making him taste yourself. At this point, Jamie knew that there was nothing he could do to stop this, so he made no move to reciprocate, just allowing you to take what you wanted. And take you did, because it was at this moment that you decided to begin moving your hips, moaning into Jamie’s open mouth.

Breaking the one-sided kiss to look at Jamie’s face, you couldn’t help but admire the way his brow furrowed, how his cheeks flushed, how he breathed… he was just so beautiful to you. You could tell that he was just as into this as you were, even if he didn’t want to admit it yet. “Does it feel good, Jamie?” you asked, almost babbling. “I know it’s been a long time for you. Doesn’t this feel so much better than your hand? I can tell it does…”

Jamie made no answer, simply squeezing his eyes shut tighter. “You… you don’t feel like talking, darling? That’s alright… you can use your mouth for other things then.” You tangled your fingers into Jamie’s hair, bringing his face closer to your breast, hoping that he would get the message. At a complete loss of what else to do, Jamie took your nipple between his lips, licking and sucking at it and hoping this would make things end more quickly.

You let out a delighted moan at Jamie’s seeming compliance, tugging harder as the movement of your hips sped up. With the way you were moving up and down at such an intense pace, it was difficult for Jamie to continue with the task you had set for him, so he stopped, but you didn’t seem to mind. You were too focused on driving his cock harder and deeper inside of you, your loud moans filling up the room.

Even though he’d only come a little while ago – even though he didn’t want this – Jamie could already feel himself getting close again. The way you were moving in his lap was simply too much for him, and he struggled to speak as he attempted to warn you. “Y-you need to stop, I’m going to…”

Jamie didn’t get his full sentence out, but you seemed to catch his meaning. However, his warning didn’t seem to dissuade you; your eyes lit up and you started to move at an impossibly quick pace. “Yes, y-yes, Jamie… come inside me,” you cried out, completely breathless and disheveled. “Please, please… fuck… I want to feel you fill me up. I want… I want to have your baby…”

That was the worst possible thing that could happen. But for some reason, the sound of you begging him for his cum, for him to get you pregnant, flicked some kind of switch in Jamie’s brain that made him no longer able to think logically, and he fully gave himself over to the pleasure. For whatever reason, that thought was what pushed him over the edge, and he moaned loudly as he gave you everything you wanted. His cock pulsed inside of you as he filled you up, driving you to your own orgasm which you were very determined to ride out until you were completely spent.

You slumped forward, resting your sweat-covered forehead against Jamie’s and giggling as you caught your breath. Jamie’s heart was beating a mile a minute, so hard that he was worried it might burst out of his chest. He felt guilt swelling up inside of him, eating away at his conscience, for allowing himself to enjoy what you had done to him.

“That was fantastic,” you said, grinning as you stared into Jamie’s eyes. “I told you it would be, didn’t I? But it was even better than I imagined it would be…” Your hand came down to touch your stomach, letting out a contented sigh. “You really came a lot, darling. Just think, you might have got me pregnant already…”

You felt Jamie’s cock twitch inside you at these words. You knew that would get him, you knew what he was into, knew every secret little fantasy he had. Satisfied with yourself, you moved your hips ever so slightly, pulling yet another moan from Jamie’s lips.

“You know what?” You asked, and Jamie’s doe eyes flickered up to look to you. “I think that we should go again.”

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[jamiewintons]

Worth The Wait (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: After you’ve been dating for a while, you and Jamie have your first time together.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). First Time. Fluff. Oral Sex (Both F & M!Receiving). Fingering. Jamie Being Adorable.

A/N: Based on some prompts from an anon, which were: "I think about you. Ceaselessly." and "The things I want to do to you...". Anon, and everyone else who reads this, I hope you enjoy! As always, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated :)

Word Count: 3056

*

You couldn’t help but watch Jamie with a smile as he unlocked the door to his house, squinting a little to try and see in the dark. It was starting to get late, and though you were somewhat tired, you really didn’t feel like going home yet. You wanted to keep spending time with him; you always did.

The two of you had been friends for a few years now, and you’d had a crush on him for almost as long. It had been a struggle harbouring feelings for a man who was still pining for his missing wife, but somehow, something just clicked and the two of you were finally able to admit how you felt and enter a relationship. You’d been together for a couple of months, and honestly, you couldn’t say that you’d ever been so happy in any of your previous relationships. Jamie was sweet, funny, and respectful, and he would never have even dreamt about pushing you into anything you didn’t want to do.

However, the two of you hadn’t slept together yet. Jamie was quite apprehensive about the idea of sex, though he’d assured you that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, he was just nervous. Layla had been his first and he’d never been with anyone other than her since she disappeared. You completely understood why it would be difficult for him, and you were willing to wait for as long as he needed to be ready.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t thought about what it would be like. Actually, you thought about it embarrassingly often. Even holding Jamie’s hand was enough to get your mind to wander to how those hands would feel touching other areas of your body. Occasionally it got so bad that you needed to excuse yourself for a bit to ‘take care of some things’, while Jamie was left presumably clueless about what was happening. 

Once he’d got the door unlocked and opened, you followed Jamie inside, happy to have escaped the cold night air. You watched him with barely contained interest as he slipped off his jacket, folding it neatly. When he glanced back at you after he’d finished, you wondered if he had any idea what you were thinking about. “You know, uh… Dave isn’t here tonight, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. You can stay for as long as you’d like.”

“That sounds nice,” you told him with a smile, not wanting to get your hopes up too high that tonight would be the night. Even if it wasn’t, you’d much prefer spending the night cuddling with Jamie than alone in your bed at home.

“Would you like to watch a movie or something?” he asked, as you walked over to the sofa and sat down. A few moments later, he was taking a seat beside you. Immediately, you shuffled closer to him, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, turning his head slightly to gently kiss your forehead.

“Whatever you want, Jamie,” you said, just enjoying the feeling of his hand softly stroking against your hip.

“Well, uh…” Jamie shifted a bit awkwardly, and you looked up at him, studying his expression; his eyebrows were furrowed and his cheeks were tinted an adorable shade of red. “I wanted to tell you about this earlier, but…”

You sat up, moving your hand up to touch Jamie’s face so he had to look at you, though he was still avoiding direct eye contact. “Tell me what’s wrong.” You brushed your thumb against his cheekbone, hoping that he knew that he could trust you with anything.

“No, nothing’s wrong, it’s just…” Jamie paused, taking a deep breath before he started to speak again. Though you could see that it was making him nervous, he was sure to actually look you in the eye. “I think I’m ready.”

Right away, you knew what he meant without having to ask for anymore specific information. As soon as the words had left his mouth, you broke into a huge grin. “Really?” you asked, and Jamie averted his gaze again, though you could see the tiniest of smiles on his lips.

“I think so,” he reasserted, sounding a little bit more confident this time. “I thought with Dave being out, we could do it tonight… if you want to, of course.”

You nodded enthusiastically, leaning in to press a brief kiss against Jamie’s lips. “Of course I want to, I’ve been thinking about it for ages,” you told him, and you saw his eyes widen slightly in surprise. You find yourself wanting to reassure him of how much you want him, and give him the most seductive look you can muster. "I think about you. Ceaselessly."

That seemed to be enough to convince Jamie, and looked at you silently for a moment before he cupped your face between his hands and kissed you passionately. Already, you could feel warmth building inside you and you weren’t really sure if you would be able to hold back. You scrambled into Jamie’s lap, your legs either side of his as you pressed yourself towards him. Trailing your hands down his chest, you could feel his heart beating faster even through the fabric of his shirt.

Jamie pulled away from your lips, his face completely flushed and his pupils blown out, struggling to breathe as he stared at you. Already, you missed the feeling of his lips touching yours, and this time you kissed him, smiling into his mouth when you felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against you.

The hand on Jamie’s chest moved down further, and you moved your hips back a little bit so you could palm him through his jeans, enjoying the quiet moans that left him. “We should… we should go to my room,” Jamie suggested, struggling to get the words out as you once again brushed your hand against his clothed erection.

“Yeah,” you replied simply, reluctantly climbing off of Jamie’s lap and following him towards his bedroom. It was only metres away from where you already had been, but it felt like a marathon when you craved to feel him touching you once again.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, you grabbed Jamie by his shirt, fumbling to unbutton it with clumsy hands. Once you’d managed a few, you used it to pull Jamie towards you, walking backwards until you felt your legs hit his bed. Then, you allowed yourself to fall back, bringing him down on top of you.

“It’s been a very long time for me,” he told you, staring down at you underneath him with an earnest expression. “I… I want to make sure it’s good for you too…”

“Jamie, I know it’s going to be good for me.” You touched the little bit of exposed skin that unbuttoning his shirt had revealed, enjoying the feeling of his soft skin beneath your fingers. “It’ll be good because it’s with you. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d been thinking about this for ages.”

“I just mean, if I don’t last very long…” he trailed off, clearly embarrassed by what he had to say. You brought your hand up to stroke down his cheek again, as you smiled at him.

“That’ll be okay. We have plenty of time to work on that.” Your smile turned into a coy smirk, as you wrapped your legs around Jamie’s waist. “Just try not to think too much. But let me know if you get uncomfortable, and we’ll stop, alright?”

When Jamie leaned down to capture your lips with his once again, you got the feeling that he wasn’t going to want to stop anytime soon. You started to fumble with his remaining buttons, and he quickly got the idea and took over, allowing you to hastily tug the garment off of him. Then, off came your own shirt, Jamie’s hands immediately reaching for the newly exposed flesh and making you gasp.

Quickly, you made the move to begin removing Jamie’s jeans, and he did the same with your skirt. There was some awkwardness owing to both of your impatience and how you were positioned, but eventually you managed it, leaving the two of you in only your underwear.

The feeling of Jamie’s clothed erection against you when he leaned down to kiss your neck was enough to make you moan out loud, beginning to feel a little desperate as you lightly scratched your fingernails down his back. Your mind was so addled by arousal that it took you a bit to realise that Jamie was mumbling something against your throat.

"The things I want to do to you..." was what you deciphered from what he was saying, and you loved that Jamie was starting to seem a little bit more confident. You shifted so you could whisper into his ear, as you ran your hands down his back.

“How about you show me?” you replied devilishly, delivering a gentle nip to the shell of his ear. With your permission, Jamie reached around your back, attempting to unhook your bra. It seemed as if he were too worked up for things such as fine motor skills, so after a few failed attempts you decided to assist him. Once the pesky garment was out of the way, Jamie cupped one of your breasts, attending to the other with his lips and tongue, and you let out a whine.

Jamie didn’t stay there for long, seemingly having another destination in mind, as he trailed his lips down your torso. Once he reached the top of your panties, he then moved down to your thighs, lavishing them with kisses and caresses. The closer he got to where you wanted him, the heavier your breathing became.

Finally, Jamie began to pull down your underwear, in more of a rush than you’ve ever seen him to get them off of you. As soon as they were gone he looked up at you, a questioning look in his brown doe eyes, and you gave him a slight nod, urging him to continue.

You closed your eyes tightly as you felt Jamie’s tongue carefully brush against your entrance, tasting the wetness that had gathered there all thanks to him. He seemed to enjoy it, because he only grew more enthusiastic, already making you gasp and lift your hips to bring yourself closer to his face.

He then trailed his tongue upwards to touch your clit, intensifying your pleasure even more so. You were so blissed out already that you didn’t notice how close Jamie’s fingers had come to your entrance, until he was in the midst of slowly pressing one inside of you. You cried out, grabbing at Jamie’s hair as he began to move the digit in tandem with his tongue. Though he was out of practice, you could tell that he was very talented at this, especially with his fingers. 

Each time you moaned, Jamie did his best to repeat that exact action, making you whimper and writhe beneath him. Soon he added a second finger, stretching you out a little further, your wetness leaking onto his hand.

It wasn’t very long before you found yourself teetering on the edge, and Jamie seemed eager to push you over it, his tongue moving faster against your swollen clit and his fingers continuously hitting your sweet spot. You cried out his name, gripping his hair and pressing your thighs around his face as you reached your end.

Jamie continued his ministrations until your orgasm was through, gently lapping at you until you were too oversensitive and tried to wiggle your hips away from his mouth. He moved so he could rest his head against your stomach, and you stroked his hair as you both struggled to catch your breath.

“Wow,” was all you could think to say once you could think again, and you felt Jamie smile proudly as he pressed a kiss to your stomach. After a few more moments of silence, you mumbled Jamie’s name to get him to look up at you. “Come on, it’s not over yet.”

Jamie climbed back on top of you, and you kissed him, greatly enjoying the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. Once you found your chance, you flipped him onto his back, straddling his lap and loving the way he looked up at you with wide eyes, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness.

As he had done to you, you kissed down Jamie’s chest, stopping briefly to brush your tongue against his nipple, smirking at his whimper. You were more impatient than he was, however, and once your lips reached the top of his pink boxers, you were quick to pull them down and off his legs.

You took a moment to admire Jamie, completely bare underneath you, your eyes lingering on certain areas of his anatomy before moving back up to his face. “You’re gorgeous, Jamie,” you said breathlessly, and his cheeks flushed even brighter. Then, you settled yourself between his legs and brushed your hair behind your ears before taking him into your mouth.

The noise of surprise that escaped Jamie’s lips made you want to smile, and you would have if your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. You kept your hands on his thighs as you took him in a little further, but not so far that you might choke or sputter – he was a bit bigger than you had imagined him to be, though you certainly weren’t disappointed.

You swept your tongue over his head, delighting in the taste of him, before focusing on the rest of his length, just trying to follow his moans and do what made him feel good. Jamie was mumbling barely audible curse words as his hands gripped at the duvet, desperately trying not to pull at your hair.

It had been so long since he’d received any kind of sexual contact from anyone, and he felt himself getting close embarrassingly quickly, but he didn’t want it to be over yet. He couldn’t form the words to tell you what he wanted, so he just pushed at your shoulders and hoped for the best. Your eyes darted up to look at his face, and you seemed to get the picture. Slowly and teasingly, you removed him from your mouth, hearing him whine as you did so.

You laid back down on the bed beside Jamie, allowing him to roll you over onto your back again. Your lips met once more, while he grabbed at your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. A moan escaped you as you felt his hard cock against your entrance, which became even louder once he actually began to push inside of you.

Jamie entered you slowly and carefully, for your sake as well as his. You felt good, to the point that it was nearly overwhelming already. Once he was fully inside, he buried his face in your neck, trying to keep himself calm as you both adjusted to the feeling.

“Jamie, please,” you mumbled against his hair, squeezing your legs around him to emphasise your point; you needed him to start now. He looked back to you to ensure that you were entirely sure that this was what you wanted, and you nodded to reiterate your consent.

With that, Jamie began to move, and you both moaned in unison. You’d been waiting so long to finally be like this with him and now that it was happening, it was better than you could have ever imagined. He moved to connect your lips together again, but it was hard for either of you to keep up with kissing when you just couldn’t stay quiet. Instead, Jamie took to leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, nipping gently at the skin every so often.

Cursing underneath your breath, you tucked your arms underneath Jamie’s, gripping onto his shoulders as his hands squeezed at your hips and thighs for dear life. Jamie quickened his pace a little more, it was difficult to resist since you felt so warm and wet after already orgasming once. To his own annoyance, he was beginning to struggle already, his long dry spell taking its toll on him.

He whined your name in your ear, his hips speeding up even further. “I… I don’t think I can…” his words trailed off into a series of shuddering moans, but you didn’t need to hear the rest of his sentence to understand what he meant.

You snaked your hand down between your legs, and Jamie shifted his position to allow you easier access, moving so that he was sitting up on his knees while you began to hastily rub your clit. “It’s okay, Jamie,” you reassured him, taking heavy breaths between your words. You were already feeling yourself get close again anyway, and you wanted nothing more than for him to feel good too. “You can come, it’s okay.”

Jamie’s hips moved even faster for a few more thrusts, before he stopped in his tracks and let out a loud moan. Feeling his warmth flood you is enough to send you over the edge a second time, continuing to massage your clit to extend your own orgasm as well as help him through his.

Once you’re both spent, Jamie practically collapses on top of you, and his face finds its way back to being buried in the crook of your neck, as you caress his hair. Both of you are letting out laboured breaths as you come down from your highs, suddenly completely exhausted.

“Was that alright?” Jamie asked, placing one last lazy kiss against your neck. You giggled, unable to believe how adorable he was. Had your moans not been enough to reassure him of how well he was doing?

“Yes, Jamie, it was wonderful,” you replied, and after a few moments, Jamie carefully pulled out of you, though you wouldn’t have minded if he’d stayed a little bit longer. Now you could feel some of his come trickling out of you and presumably onto the duvet, but at this point Jamie didn’t seem to care, settling down beside you and pulling you into his arms. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you both drifted off to sleep.

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[sleepingdeath-bboys]

beloved boy ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous

pairing ; jamie winton x female!reader

tag list ; @jamiewintons | @pink-booty-butts

word count ; 1208

warnings ; slight sub!jamie, overstimulation, corruption kink, use of massage oils, reader rides jamie, potentially odd pacing/writing style as author wrote this in a hotel room whilst recovering from a long ass walk lol

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Jamie Winton was many things — adorable, endearing, polite, considerate, to name a few— but chief amongst those was inexperienced. Innocent out of circumstance and more easy to accidentally scandalise than a 19th century puritan if you suggested anything beyond romantic, mostly vanilla sex.

He was more than happy to praise you or be praised, to take his time to adore and deliver you with his tongue and fingers before even thinking of himself. He’d be as intimate and gentle as you asked him to be and, in rare occasions, he could be swayed by your pleas to be a bit risky and get handsy beyond the boundaries of your bedroom — but he’d sooner die than hurt you. Selfless to a fault and always willing and eager to please; that was your Jamie.

But once, just once, you wanted to put him first. Prioritise his pleasure, his needs, his wants — get him whining and moaning and vocal for and because of you. Call it a guilty pleasure, a dirty secret, or your most recurring subject of fantasy when your hands wandered between your legs… but you wanted nothing more than to bring that beautiful writhing vision into fruition.

For him, of course. Nothing nefarious about wanting to please your boyfriend, nothing at all.

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The opportunity finally presented itself one fateful Friday afternoon; Jamie had come home from work early due to stress and he looked more like someone fresh out of a war zone than an office building by the time he stumbled through the door. 3pm sharp, of course.

And you, endlessly selfless and adoring you, ushered him up to the bedroom and downright begged him to let you take care of him. To make him feel good and have the various stresses of the day melt away under your tender, loving touch. And Jamie, loving and selfless and exhausted Jamie, let his shoulders relax and agreed.

No bickering. No insistence of letting him go down on you first. No overused argument of him getting more than enough pleasure from pleasuring you.

Just agreement. Submission to your idea in its purest form and you fucking loved it. Revelled in it — silently of course, Jamie came first for now.

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You began by undressing him slowly, taking your time between removing crinkled garments to take care of him. Kissing each inch of exposed skin until you’d trailed your lips down from his jawline to the very tip of his happy trail — being sure to keep yourself contained and chaste, which became more and more difficult with every sigh and groan he let out. First was his blazer and shirt and tie, then went his trousers, socks and those oddly arousing pink boxers — all of which you took care to fold and place to the side, removing his stress in some small way.

Then you went and fetched a small container of massage oil and, after having him lay on his stomach, smeared the pleasantly scented liquid onto your hands and began working it into his back and shoulders. Tenderly, expertly working through each of his knots until they relaxed away before moving down and across to the next. Each action rewarded with a low groan, hushed moan or whimper that had wave after wave of heat rushing to your core.

But you ignored it; Jamie came first.

Once content with your treatment, you urged him to roll over onto his back and, taking a moment to admire the relaxed expression on his face, addressed him once again.

“Want me to take care of the rest of your stress my way?” You asked, voice low and tone warm as you reached down to gently wrap your hand around his half hard cock. “Or would you rather we pop on a film and I make us something to eat?”

As much as you wanted to fuck his brains out, you didn’t want to pressure him into anything. For as selfless as Jamie was, the last thing you wanted was for him to end up doing something for your sake that was meant to be for his.

Though, thankfully, your concerns were immediately dissipated once Jamie — your loving, darling Jamie — bucked up into your hand and, with the reddest cheeks you’d seen, murmured his want to go with your idea.

And who were you to deny him?

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Undressing yourself wasn’t something you afforded the same tenderness and pace that you did him, instead opting to just hastily remove your shorts and (at this point absolutely drenched) panties before positioning your soaked core over Jamie’s intimidating length. A few slides of your hips along his dick — root to tip several times over — had him fully erect and more than lubricated enough for you to take. Which you did with great vigour, as you so often did: positioning his leaking head at your greedy hole and sinking down as quickly as you could comfortably manage until you had taken him fully.

The stretch was painful, it always was, but not unmanageable and after placing your hands on Jamie’s chest to steady yourself you began to move. Bouncing yourself with your thighs wasn’t the easiest thing, but when his hands flew to your hips it became much smoother and, as you’d intended, very quickly began to coax the most wonderfully pornographic sounds from your boyfriend’s lips.

Of course there were plenty of groans that had him throwing his head back into the pillow, moans that had his mouth parting in a perfect “o” shape and whimpers that made your skin erupt in gooseflesh in the most wonderful way. But there were also plenty of cusses and praise and pleas interspersed with cries of your name that had you keening and moaning in time with him.

Your name broken with a moan that sounded straight out of the movies Dave liked to watch at full volume every night. “F-Faster” stuttered between gritted teeth as he bucked his hips up to meet you. “Like that!” All but shouted as his nails dug into your hips and his heart beat, beneath your fingertips, spiked.

A dozen pet names, all sickeningly sweet and familiar, spilled earnestly from his lips as he finally reached his peak. Climaxing with your name on his lips and stuttering hips that failed to match your pace as you desperately tried to hold back your own release to prolong this.

Prolong disheveled, feral look of him beneath you: pupils blown wide, teeth gritted, neat hair sticking out every which way and skin tinted red and covered in sweat. Prolong his pleasure as his softening cock throbbed and trembled and spilled and filled you to the brink with his cum. Prolong the way that he looked up at you with a mixed look of reverence and pleading as you rode him to the point of tears and incoherent babbling and trembling fingertips as he grasped at you — desperate to ground himself through his endless high.

Then, and only then, did you let go and allow yourself to climax. Your mind running blank in time with the growth of white spots that blotted out your vision as you collapsed forwards onto Jamie — sweet, adoring Jamie — and allowed your mixed releases to trickle out of your spent, sensitive pussy.

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[jamiewintons]

Making Up For Lost Time (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: You and Jamie have had feelings for each other for years, but Jamie has always been waiting for his missing wife, Layla, to return. When Jamie finds out that Layla wasn't who he thought she was, he turns up at your door.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Rough Kissing. Fingering. Floor Sex. Fluff.

A/N: Inspired by a conversation between me and @pink-booty-butts on the Baynton Babes server. So, a big thanks to her for helping me out! As always, I hope you enjoy, and reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! Thank you <3 (P.S. Happy Jamie January)

Word Count: 1886

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*

Since the announcement of the end of the world, you hadn’t bothered continuing to go to work. You didn’t really see the point. Why would you waste your time toiling away in an office when you were going to be dead in just over a month? You doubted that any of your coworkers cared enough to keep turning up either. Surely they had better things to be doing.

The problem was, you didn’t really have anything that crazy that you wanted to do before the comet hit. You’d pretty much been sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself, thinking of that one major regret you did have.

That was Jamie, who you’d been madly in love with for years. You were sure that he felt something for you too, but he had always been so hung up on his missing wife, Layla, that he would never act on it. Dave and countless other friends had told you that Jamie loved you, but you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to act on it either. You knew that you could never measure up to Layla. Even if Jamie had feelings for you, he’d never betray her.

Even if you had been able to work up the courage to say something to Jamie before you both died, he’d gone on a mission to find his wife, and there was no way he was going to give up on that. You’d pretty much given up on ever seeing him again; either he was going to find Layla or die trying.

About halfway through the last month on earth, you’d been moping around the house when you heard a knock at the door. You immediately though that it was strange, since you weren’t expecting anyone. At first, you ignored it, then the knocking became more frantic, so with an exasperated sigh you went to see who it was.

Upon opening the door, you saw Jamie standing there. A wave of confusion hits you. “Jamie? What are you doing here?” you asked, but Jamie didn’t answer, instead simply staring at you. You felt your heart skip a beat, along with a tingling sensation elsewhere, at the intensity of his gaze. He’d never looked at you like that for more than a few moments; always looking away when you caught him staring.

You were about to open your mouth to ask him again when Jamie stepped closer to you, tenderly cupping your face in his hands. Before you even had a chance to question it, Jamie crashed his lips against yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. For a moment, you were frozen, not knowing what was going on or how you should react to it. Then, you thought about how this was your last chance and decided to say ‘fuck it’, grabbing Jamie by his shirt and pulling him inside the house, your lips never leaving his.

Jamie kicked the door closed, one of his hands leaving your face to tangle his fingers in your hair, deepening the kiss and making you moan quietly into his mouth. You tried to keep going for as long as you could, but eventually the need to breathe overtook you, and you were forced to pull away from each others lips.

“What about Layla…?” you asked breathlessly, quickly wondering why the hell you would say something like that. You finally had your chance and you were quite possibly going to ruin it.

“I don’t want to talk about her,” Jamie stated plainly, his eyes traveling down to your lips.

“Jamie…?”

“I don’t want to talk about her,” he repeated, and this time, you listened. “I just want you.”

Those were the words you had dreamed of hearing ever since the two of you had met, and you knew that you didn’t have the strength to say no. This time, you were the one to kiss him, your hands already beginning to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. Jamie pushed you up against the wall by the front door, gently but firmly, and you went willingly. 

Jamie’s hands felt incredible as they roamed over your body, and you made sure to show your appreciation by doing the very same in return. He let out a moan when your fingers came to his belt, enthusiastically unbuckling it and disposing of it so you could touch him again, gently palming him through his jeans. Jamie began tugging at the hem of your shirt, and you were quick to pull it over your head and throw it aside.

His lips then came to your neck, and you couldn’t help but whimper when he pressed the lower half of his body against yours, so you could feel how how hard he was for you already. You thought that you needed him before, but now you were getting desperate. In the absence of coherent thought or speech, you pressed against him in the same way, grinding against his erection.

Jamie moved his hips backwards a little, allowing him to slip his hand into your pyjama pants. You weren’t wearing panties underneath, so he had immediate access to touch your pussy. Upon feeling how wet you were for him, he groaned against your neck, quickly moving to insert one finger into you.

You had always admired Jamie’s hands, with those beautiful long fingers that you always imagined would feel wonderful inside of you. And now that you were experiencing it for real, you could say for sure that it was much better than what you had imagined, practically sobbing in pleasure as a second finger came to join the first. Using his other hand, Jamie pulled your pyjama pants down as far as he could, making it easier for him to continue fingering you.

“Jamie…” you breathed, grabbing onto his arm for some kind of stability. Jamie began circling your clit with the pad of his thumb, making it even more difficult for you to speak coherently. “Jamie, I want you inside of me. We… we’ve been waiting for so long, let's just do it.”

Jamie kissed you again as he removed his fingers from you, and you kicked off your pyjama pants, leaving yourself completely bare before him. You began pushing him in the direction of your bedroom, both of you blindly stumbling, unable to keep your hands or lips from each other. You bumped into a small table, knocking a photo frame off it and onto the floor with a loud crash, but neither of you cared. You needed each other and that was all that mattered in this moment. 

It wasn’t long before you decided that you didn’t want to – couldn’t – wait anymore. There was no reason why you couldn’t do it right here. You pulled Jamie with you as you lowered yourself to the ground, bringing him down on top of you as you settled yourself on the carpet.

The two of you practically ripped Jamie’s clothing off, casting the garments aside carelessly, the only thing on your mind was getting to see and feel Jamie’s body pressed against your own. You got Jamie undressed in record time, spreading your legs and waiting for him to make his move.

Jamie pushed inside of you, causing the two of you to let out loud moans at the feeling. This was something that should have happened already a long, long time ago, and you both knew it. It was a tight fit, but Jamie was quick to begin moving, not able to keep himself still long enough for you to adjust. You wouldn’t have wanted him to either, you needed him so badly and if you were a bit sore later, so be it.

You were unable to keep quiet as Jamie thrusted inside of you, letting out whines and whimpers and little moans of his name. When he pressed his face into your neck, you could hear him moaning your name too, and it had never sounded so beautiful to you as it did in this moment. You tangled your fingers into Jamie’s soft brown hair, tugging gently and making his hips speed up ever so slightly.

“Jamie, I… I’ve wanted this for so long – holy shit – I just…” You were cut off when Jamie hit your sweet spot and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out. “I love you, Jamie.”

Jamie pulled his face away from your neck so he could look into your eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen from kissing you, but the tenderness in his expression made both your heart and pussy weak.

“I love you too.” One of his hands stroked down your leg, grabbing at your calf so he could hook your leg over his hip and reach deeper inside of you. You reached up to cup Jamie’s face, bringing your mouths together again, your kisses this time far more gentle and sweet despite the fact that you were currently fucking on the carpet right near your front door.

There had been far too much build up to this for either of you to last too long, so you weren’t surprised when you felt the rhythm of Jamie’s hips begin to falter. Your kisses became messier and harder to maintain as you got closer and closer to your ends, but both of you were determined to keep trying.

After a few more thrusts, Jamie came first, groaning out your name as he spilled himself inside of you. The feeling of being flooded by his warmth, along with the beautiful sounds he made, pushed you over the edge as well, your arms wrapping around his torso as you both rode out your orgasms.

Once you were both spent, Jamie’s face found itself pressed into your neck again, as the two of you struggled to catch your breaths. When he could find the strength, Jamie slowly pulled out of you, rolling over to the side so he was laying down beside you on the carpet.

“I… I broke your photo frame…” Jamie said in a soft voice, and you couldn’t help yourself but giggle at the fact that that was the first thing he was concerned about.

“It’s fine, Jamie,” you replied with a laugh, moving yourself closer to him so you could lay your head on his chest. “Totally worth it.”

Jamie smiled, before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, it was.” A few minutes of silence passed between the two of you, as you simply enjoyed the feeling of finally getting to kiss and hold each other as you’d wanted for so long. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you how I felt before. I was waiting for someone who was never going to come back, when I could have been so happy.”

You couldn’t help but wonder what that meant, and what had happened with Layla, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that. You’d be able to think about that later. “We finally said it, that’s what matters,” you told him, clambering so that now, you were on top of him. You were completely exhausted, but not willing to give up just yet. “Now come on, we’ve got six years to make up for and only seventeen days to do it in. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

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[jamiewintons]

A Pleasant Surprise (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: You decide to surprise Jamie when he gets home from work, by wearing his hoodie and not much else.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Fingering. Kitchen Counter S*x.

A/N: This was prompted by an anonymous prompt sent to me a while ago which was: 'For the smut prompt "Are you trying to seduce me?" if you are comfortable with it. With Jamie?'. I'm sorry it took so long, anon, but it ended up much longer than intended so I hope that makes up for it!

Word Count: 1441

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It was your day off today, and you were beginning to get bored. You'd done everything you'd planned on doing; you went out for coffee with some friends, you'd done a bit of shopping, and you'd caught up on some TV shows you hadn't had time to watch for a while. Hell, you even got so bored at one point that you decided to do laundry!

After the laundry was all washed and dried, you began neatly folding and hanging everything. One garment happened to catch your eye - Jamie's favourite red hoodie, which he pretty much always wore on days when he wasn't at work. No matter how many times it had been through the wash, it still somehow managed to smell like him.

At first, you'd just put the hoodie on innocently. You liked that it smelt like Jamie and that it was so nice and warm from being in the dryer. But that was the moment that an idea sparked in your mind. Your eyes went to the clock for a second - it was only about ten minutes until Jamie would be home, plenty of time to get ready - and immediately, you got to work. The rest of the folding could wait.

You raced to the bedroom, quickly undressing until you were down to your underwear. Then you put Jamie's hoodie back on, zipping it up just enough so that he would have a perfect view of your cleavage. You spent a few minutes fixing your hair, making sure it looked right, when you heard Jamie's car pull up in the driveway. A smile found its way onto your face, as excitement and anticipation filled you.

Casually, you walked out into the living room, waiting for the sound of the front door opening. When you heard it, you lay down on the sofa, smirking to yourself.

"Y/N, I'm home!" Jamie called out, carefully shutting the door behind him. You sat up, peeking over the back of the sofa to look at him, watching him take off his jacket and loosen his tie a little. God, he looked hot like that.

"Hey, babe! How was work?" you asked, trying your best to hide the excitement in your voice.

"Oh, same old. Nothing too interesting." Jamie had moved into the kitchen, and you took that moment to stand up from the sofa and make your way toward there as well. You didn't reveal yourself yet, instead standing just outside the room. "What about you? How was your day off?"

"It was very nice, actually. I had coffee with some friends, watched some TV, did some laundry..." You leaned against the wall, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "But really, I'm just glad you're home."

You could hear the smile in Jamie's voice as he responded. "I'm glad to be home too." He moved over to the refrigerator, opening it up and inspecting its contents. "What would you like for dinner? Maybe I could do–"

Now, you stepped into the kitchen, a devilish smirk gracing your lips. Jamie was still completely clueless. "Actually, I think we should order in. I have a feeling that neither of us is going to feel up to cooking."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Jamie. Turn around."

Jamie did as he was told, and when he set his eyes on you, all thoughts seemed to leave his mind. He simply stared at you, his eyes wide and his cheeks going pink. He was so out of it, you even had to walk over and close the fridge door for him before he let all of the cold air out.

You couldn't help but giggle at his expression as you walked over towards him, placing a hand on his chest and looking up into his eyes. You could feel his heart racing beneath your palm.

After a few moments of mere staring and appreciation, Jamie finally broke the silence, his voice strained. "A-are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, unable to keep his eyes off you.

"What gave it away?" The fact that he had even needed to ask somehow – you thought you were making your intentions quite obvious – made you want him more, and you decided to not waste any more time. Your hand took hold of his tie, taking a moment and raising your eyebrows at him, before using it to gently pull him down into a kiss.

Jamie's hands immediately came to cup your face, deepening the kiss. You began to undo his tie but eventually gave up, it was too difficult to focus when one of Jamie's hands left your cheek and started to trail downwards, settling at your lower back to bring you even closer to him. Already, you were able to feel the evidence of how much you had affected him.

You were so caught up that you didn't notice Jamie moving you over to the kitchen counter, and you only realised what he was doing once you had been placed on top of it. His lips were on your neck now, and one hand was slowly trailing up your thigh.

Once Jamie reached your underwear, he stopped kissing you, pulling back slightly and looking into your eyes. His own pupils were blown out with desire and yours probably were the same. "Can I?" he asked, breathless, and you nodded, enthusiastic and impatient for him to continue.

He dipped his hand into your panties, making you gasp when you felt his fingers brush against your clit. For a moment he stayed right there, moving the digits in gentle circles before they travelled lower, teasing at your entrance.

Jamie didn't have the patience at the moment to tease for very long, and soon he had carefully slipped one finger inside of you, having to bite back a moan at how warm and wet you were. His mind couldn't help but wander to how much he'd like to be inside of you right now, but he wasn't the type to start a job he wasn't going to finish, and once you were ready, a second finger joined his first.

You gasped again as Jamie steadily began to move, crooking his fingers so they pressed against your sweet spot. You grabbed onto his shirt to urge him to go faster, and he did, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit and increasing your pleasure tenfold.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you moaned Jamie's name out loud, your voice shuddering as you struggled to think clearly. He'd always been so good at this, and he had only improved with practice, so it didn't take you long to begin approaching your end. You whined in a particular way, a way that let Jamie know that you were close, and he sped up his movements again, and it only took a few more strokes before you were tumbling over the edge, nearly sobbing in pleasure.

As soon as he knew you were coming, Jamie's lips were on yours, swallowing your moans and keeping them from being heard by anyone who might have happened to walk past the house. Your hands grabbed at his back, your fingernails digging into him to the point that you were sure it would have to hurt, but he didn't seem to be bothered by it.

Jamie continued until you were completely spent, going limp and almost smacking your head against the wall behind you. Thankfully, he was quick enough to prevent that, using his free hand to steady you and keep you upright.

"Holy shit," you said, more to yourself than anything, tipping forward a little so you were leaning against Jamie, who was breathing just as heavily as you were.

"My hoodie, it... it really suits you," Jamie told you, once he'd caught his breath and withdrawn his fingers from you. You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"I thought you might like it." Now at least somewhat recovered, you wrapped your legs around Jamie's waist, pulling him close. You could feel he was hard through his trousers, and you moved yourself against him, tearing a moan from him.

"I... I think we should probably move this to our room," Jamie suggested, struggling to get the words out. "Dave could be home any moment now, and I don't want him walking in on this."

You agreed, and the two of you rushed towards your bedroom, Jamie locking the door behind you as soon as you were both inside. He turned towards you, where you were now kneeling down on the bed, and you began to unzip the hoodie, slowly and deliberately.

"No," he said. "Keep it on."

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[sleepingdeath-bboys]

sanctuary ; 18+

pairing ; jamie winton x female!reader

requested by ; anonymous

word count ; 2544

warnings ; unprotected sex, slightly dominant jamie (verrrrry slight), porn with minimal plot

note ; similarly not 100% on my characterisation of jamie so will probably edit or rewrite this at some point

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Peace, for most people, can mean many different things — a veritable baker's dozen definitions each affixed with their own exceptions and caveats that change from person to person. One man's peace could be another man's struggle and strain, and vice versa.

For some, peace was synonymous with a warm cup of cocoa on a cold day. When you're nice and dry in oversized clothes by the iced over window as rain pitter-patters against the glass — half open or entirely closed — with a half-read, dog-eared book to your side and the real world in full view. A day off; a holiday; a blissful autumn or mid winter morning.

For others, peace meant a hike in the wilderness with your best friends and fields of luscious green sprawling out for miles in every direction. It meant breathless inclines and cold cooked meals sat overlooking a remarkable view you'd be damned if you didn't capture by photo or by painting. A hill; a cliff side; a national park where you're both alone and in good company.

For others still, peace was company where you're never able to catch your breath between each round of laughter and jokes and drinking. Where you have loved one's on either side all huddled so close together that you're sure that you'll end up melting into one another by the end of the evening, always finding something or even nothing to talk about. Close friends; family; a conversation that never ends until it does and you all go home feeling fuller despite having had nothing to eat.

For you, though, peace was Jamie, your boyfriend of just over a year. It was quiet nights in after hectic days out where you could just lay in each other’s arms and let the rest of the world fade away as you bask in the warmth he so freely gave you. Baggy red hoodies; eggs on toast; shy, almost awkward smiles that are shared between nervous laughter as you make love for the hundredth time with all the messiness and laughter of teenagers.

And never had there been a moment where you craved his touch so severely as today — as you stumbled through the doorway with hair sticking out every which way and your work clothes thoroughly creased and ruffled. As you kicked off your heels to some random corner of the entryway (an action you’d be sure to regret in the morning yet couldn’t find it in yourself to care) and slung your coat lazily on its hook you found yourself calling out for him, eyes scanning the living room and what you could see of the kitchen in a desperate attempt to seek out a sanctuary from your, quite frankly horrid, work day.

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When you finally got a response, you hurriedly emptied your pockets of your keys and whatever random junk you’d happened to pick up that day, before rushing towards the kitchen to greet your beloved boyfriend. Though thankfully for you, you didn’t need to make the full trip as Jamie quickly emerged and met you half way, still drying his hands on a raggedy old tea towel when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a much needed kiss — which he, of course, was quick to reciprocate whilst trying to not wet your clothes with his hands.

“I missed you,” you finally said after you broke away, leaning forwards to nuzzle you nose against his, “today was bloody awful, Jamie.”

“I know the feeling,” he responded quietly, kissing the bridge of your nose before resting his forehead against yours, “my day felt like it was going to go own forever.”

“Seems the universe is plotting against us again, huh?” You joked, giggling when you noticed a small smile worming its way onto your love’s face.

“Seems so,” he joked in kind, pulling back just enough to press another chaste kiss to your lips before moving further back, “I’ll be back in a moment; just gonna go put this tea towel away.”

“Sure thing, love.”

And then a wonderful idea popped into your head, one that you were more than certain Jamie would be happy to partake in. Stress relief of the best kind, and all you needed to do was wait a few short seconds.

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The moment Jamie re-entered the sitting room, you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and started lightly toying with the hair on the back of his neck, smiling brightly when he rested his hands on your waist and started drawing circles on your hips with his thumbs.

“I missed you today,” you began almost coquettishly, looking up at him through your eyelashes as his cheeks flushed with the suggestion of your tone, “everything was so terrible I just couldn’t wait to get home and see you, Jamie.”

“I-I,” he cleared his throat and started again in a much more certain tone, punctuating his statement by chastely kissing the tip of your nose, “I missed you too, love; I always miss you when I’m at work. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do!” You leaned back with feigned, exaggerated shock, placing a hand over your heart in mock-hurt, “Quite frankly, dear, I’m offended at the mere suggestion!”

Jamie laughed and gently shook his head, catching on to your game somewhat as he continued, “My apologies; will you let me make it up to you?”

You leaned towards him and tilted your head in faux-confusion, a smile teasing at the edge of your lips as you felt your precious stresses beginning to melt away bit by bit. “And how would you suggest you should do that?”

“Bedroom?” He asked with a cheeky grin on his face, cheeks flushed a slightly deeper shade than before.

“I thought you’d never ask!” You teased, moving to chastely kiss him on the lips before you both hurried up the stairs and into your shared room with all the eagerness of teenagers on a time crunch.

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You removed each other’s clothes in a desperate flurry of flailing limbs and flying fabric sent to varying nooks and crannies about your room in creased balls of buttons and zips and pockets that weren’t as empty as they should have been. First jackets and ties and shirts and trousers then your underwear was sent careening onto the desk on the bedroom’s far side — a mixture of colours, including Jamie’s pink boxers, that contrasted heavily with the plain wooden surface they landed on as you tripped over yourselves and each other in your mad scramble to undress. It was truly its own brand of chaotic, but in the most wonderful of ways as it allowed you to get exactly what you wanted as quickly as possible.

Jamie’s hands once again landed on your hips, lightly massaging their way up your sides and back down again in a soothing rhythm as your own hands tangled in his hair and tugged him towards you and into a passionate kiss. Tongues met messily and teeth met lips in a not-entirely-unpleasant way as you walked him backwards towards your bed and carefully straddled his lap, only breaking the kiss for a brief moment as Jamie laid back completely and began ushering you up his body.

Seemingly sensing your hesitation, Jamie pulled back and gave you that shy smile of his as he assured you that it’s fine and he wanted to please you — that he can wait. All but silencing the protests threatening to spill from your lips with a single phrase before repositioning you to sit on his face.

“I can wait a few minutes; you look more stressed than I do and I just really want to make you feel good right now. Okay?”

And how could you say no when those beautiful brown eyes were looking up at you from between your thighs as if you were the most beautiful thing in creation. As if you were Aphrodite herself.

So, with waning reluctance, you carefully moved yourself over him and began slowly lowering yourself onto his mouth, assured when his hands moved down to your thighs to catch you and as he gave you another one of his beautiful, loving smiles. Damn him and his want to please you — but you couldn’t really complain too much in the end; you were still benefitting from it, after all.

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Once you were a comfortable and close few millimetres from his mouth, Jamie parted his lips and licked a long stripe along your slit with the very tip of his tongue, seemingly testing the waters and being spurred on by the low groan that escaped you. Then, much more confident, he began to lick you in a decently quick pace; alternating between long stripes with the flat of his tongue and using the very tip to trace circles and figure eights on your sensitive bud. Every movement, every ministration, seemed perfectly designed to have you keening and arching your back from touch alone — yet the sheepish messiness and occasional breakaways to press chaste kisses to the insides of your thighs was entirely Jamie.

A delightful mixture of your love’s affection and his drive to please you sent you spiralling into yourself as the coil within your abdomen wound tighter and tighter at the thought.

Oh and lord the sight of him! Those beautiful, wide brown eyes peering up at you from between your thighs, irises sparking with the purest adoration and affection as he diligently delivered you with his mouth. As he whispered the sweetest praise against your sex and kissed each inch of plush skin in his reach whenever he broke for breath. Beautiful; devoted; loving and above all so very much himself throughout.

But you were completely lost the moment he removed one hand from your thigh and introduced a few of those long, slender fingers into the thick of things. First one, then two and even three plunging into your dripping pussy and fingering, scissoring, crooking into your sweet-spot over and over again in time with the gentle suckling on your clit. It was a dangerous, addictive rhythm that had you grinding onto his tongue and burying your fingers in his soft hair and crying out his name as you fell over the edge for the first time.

White vision; white noise; white static tingling across your body as you praised him and prayed for more — prayed to him like a messiah or prophet as you came. Thinking of nothing and of him at the same time as he lovingly guided you through your climax before carefully, gently, laid you on your back in the centre of the bed and positioned himself between your open legs, waiting eagerly for your go ahead.

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After a good minute or so you finally came to and reached out for Jamie, pressing a series of chaste kisses about his face and revelling in the closeness your position provided. You started with his forehead, then travelled down the bridge of his nose and then to his lips before moving up again to his cheeks, then his eyelids until, finally satisfied, you pulled back and grinned at him. And, unable to not notice your boyfriend’s now notably dishevelled appearance, you giggled lightly and pulled him into a more passionate kiss, muttering your insistence that he fuck you against his lips.

And, for his part, Jamie immediately complied — not breaking the kiss as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist and slowly, carefully pushed himself inside of you. Inch by inch by inch you could feel him stretching you out — to the brink, even — but you always felt the stretch. The delicious mixture of pain and pleasure that promised pure bliss in the moment and those delightful aches the morning after that Jamie would surely apologise for no matter how many times you assured him you enjoyed it.

But for as large as Jamie is (and for as much of a bulge there is when he’s inside of you), he’s always so terribly considerate and gentle with you; treating you as if you were made from a delicate porcelain or glass. He’ll cling to you tightly, kissing you as if you’ll disappear the moment he lets go, but every thrust into your soaked pussy is so slow and gentle — so concerned for your well-being, at least towards the start.

Once he’s certain you’ve adjusted (and after you’ve downright begged him to move), he’ll start slowly and shallowly thrusting into you, never fully pulling out but doing enough that you can hear the distinctly wet sound of him taking you. In and out; a few inches at a time. Enough to feel something but not enough of him to sate you.

So you start begging, assuring him that you can take him, promising him it won’t hurt in murmurs against his lips that he greedily swallows along with your plentiful moans and groans and whimpers and sighs.

“Please, please, please, please —”

“Jamie, honey, please,”

“I can take it, please”

“Honey please just go faster it won’t hurt me, I promise,”

With every beg and plea Jamie’s resistance wanes a bit more until he’s fully compliant and starts giving you his all, thrusting a little harder and plenty deeper with each stroke. You can feel every thick inch of his dick as it stretches your walls and every thrust sends the head colliding straight into your g-spot — a perfect accident that has you seeing stars before long.

You’re digging your nails into Jamie’s back by now and your ferocity is sure to have left a mark, but if he cares he doesn’t voice it — only able to let out a string of sighs and moans and groans that sound vaguely like your name. All of which you swallow into the kiss as he does for you, too preoccupied with your own approaching climax to do anything but cling to him and buck back into his hips.

Only able to think of him, praise him, devour him, become one with him as your stresses, once so palpable and painful, bleed and rot away into a faint memory — a distance almost concern — and only Jamie is left. Only this moment, this pleasure that’s boiling your blood and sending your heart and lungs into a mad rush. That has your vision blazing white at the edges through closed eyelids and your cunt throbbing madly around Jamie’s overly sensitive cock — as his pace falters.

As you fall over the edge again, this time with him, clinging to each other as your senses come alight and your bodies feel as if they’re floating. As your lips move on their own to spell each other’s names with a reverence reserved for gods and your mixed essences flow out of you and onto the bedsheets below.

A problem you don’t care to comprehend as you pull each other close — closer — and bask in the oversensitive afterglow of your love. In love and in lust and free all in one breath — a breath you greedily take the moment you break the kiss and look at each other with tired eyes that hold more love than there are stars in the sky.

No more stress, no more exhaustion, just each other and this moment and it is perfect.

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[jamiewintons]

Stress Relief (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: When you come to visit Jamie at the bank, you find that he’s feeling more stressed than usual. Thankfully, you have the perfect way to help him out.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Oral Sex (M!Receiving). Semi-Public Sex. Fluffy Smut.

A/N: Dedicated to everyone over at the Baynton Babes Discord server, who gave me the courage to be able to post this. I hope everyone enjoys, and as always reblogs/comments are very much appreciated 😌

Word Count: 1507

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“You alright, angel?” you asked as you walked through the door into Jamie’s office. You saw the man in question sitting at his desk, hunched over some paperwork with his head in his hands.

Just about twenty minutes earlier, you’d texted your boyfriend to ask him how he was feeling; he’d been working even harder than usual lately and you worried about him stressing himself out too much. He’d replied that things weren’t going great, so you decided to drop in on him just so you could make sure he was doing okay.

Jamie looked up from his work as soon as he heard your voice. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lit up when he saw you, and it made your heart skip a beat. You’d been together for a while now, but it still managed to affect you whenever he looked at you like that.

Despite that, he was clearly incredibly stressed, you could tell, and you just wanted to scoop him up in your arms until he felt better. But, unfortunately, there wasn’t time for that right now.

“I’m much better now that you’re here,” Jamie replied with a smile that made you blush. “Everything’s been pretty shit today, but getting to see you always cheers me up.”

“Aww, you’re adorable,” you said, walking over towards him and sitting yourself down on the edge of his desk. Jamie looked up at you with those big, brown eyes of his and your heart just melted. You reached a hand out to brush against his cheek, and he leaned into the touch. As sweet as it was, he was so tired and stressed, and all you wanted was to take away all of his tension.

And all of a sudden, you had a great idea as to how you could do that.

You jumped off the desk and grabbed Jamie’s hand, pulling him to his feet. Jamie looked a little confused, but he went with it. You led him over to the storage closet at the other side of his office, quickly opening the door and pushing him inside, then following him before locking it behind you.

“What are you doing?” Jamie whispered, before you gently pushed him up against the closet door. His eyes were wider than usual and he still looked somewhat confused, but you could tell he was a little turned on as well.

“I can’t just leave you here knowing how stressed you are,” you told him, pressing a few kisses to his neck, making him sigh. “So, I’m going to need to do something about it. Is that alright?” You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, punctuating your question with one of your hands stroking the front of his trousers.

Jamie took a few moments to consider and you waited patiently for his answer. If this wasn’t what he wanted you’d be perfectly happy to stop everything and find another way to help him out. But soon enough, he nodded, and you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before grinning. “Good.”

Your lips moved down to Jamie’s neck, alternating between chaste kisses and sucking on the sensitive flesh, making sure to leave just one mark there; one that could be easily covered up by the collar of his shirt but he’d know it was there, and so would you. You untied his tie, leaving it loose hanging around his neck, before beginning to unbutton his shirt.

The sound of Jamie’s quiet moans were intoxicating, like music to your ears, as you trailed kisses down his chest and stomach. You continued unbuttoning his shirt as you went, slowly sinking onto your knees.

You pressed a teasing kiss just above the waist of his trousers, before bringing your hands up to unbuckle his belt. Then you quickly unbuttoned his trousers, unzipping the fly, and then pulled them down just enough for you to be able to get to work.

Jamie was wearing his — and your — favourite pink boxers, a fact that didn’t fail to make you smile. Could he get any cuter? But you could also tell that underneath those very boxers, he was already hard, which made your smile even wider.

You slipped Jamie’s boxers down to free his cock, making sure to look up to make eye contact with him, slowly licking your lips and relishing in the quiet groan that left him.

Soft kisses were pressed all up his cock, his breath hitching each time your lips brushed against the very sensitive flesh. Then you drew back, giving a kiss to the head, before wrapping your lips around it and lavishing it with your tongue.

He breathed out your name, his voice strained, as you slowly began to take more and more of him inside your mouth. You hummed around his length and he whimpered, one hand coming up to cover his mouth and block any sound from escaping. It was a shame; you did really like to hear the sweet noises he made, but you supposed that this wasn’t exactly the place for him to be too loud.

Once you had all of him inside the wet warmth of your mouth, you slowly began to bob your head, tracing little circles against his hipbone with your fingers. The muffled little whines and moans that left him spurred you on, making you want to work even harder to please him. Jamie tipped his head back and rested it against the door, his mouth slightly open in bliss. You could tell that all that was on his mind was you and how good you were making him feel. Good; that was exactly what you wanted.

Jamie’s free hand touched your head gently, not grabbing at your hair but rather running his fingers through the soft strands. He was so sweet, even in moments like this.

It wasn’t long before you knew Jamie was getting close, his thighs were trembling beneath your hands and all you could hear from him between his moans was him desperately whispering “ Oh God ” and your name over and over again. Knowing this, you moved faster, taking him as deep as you possibly could.

Jamie’s entire body tensed up for a split second before he gasped and then let out a shuddering moan, releasing into your mouth. You kept going until he was completely spent, and he slumped back against the door of the closet. You only wished that the lighting was better so you could’ve been able to clearly see his face as he finished; he always made the most adorable expression.

You slowly and carefully took him out of your mouth, gazing up at him as he panted heavily, all of his tension seemingly gone. You stood up, your knees a little sore, and began to help him tidy himself up, pulling up his trousers and boxers and fixing his belt.

“Feeling better now, angel?” you asked, placing a soft, sweet kiss against his cheek, as you buttoned his shirt and re-tied his tie for him.

“Yeah, a lot better. Thank you.” Jamie gave you a tired smile, looking relaxed and calm, his cheeks still a little flushed. “It just seems a little unfair that there’s not enough time for me to, you know… return the favour.”

“Next time I have a bad day at work, you’re more than welcome to help me destress in whatever way you like.” You looked into his eyes, biting your lip as you did so, and Jamie took a sharp intake of breath before nodding.

“I will,” he told you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “And maybe I could… make it up to you tonight as well?”

“Oh, I’m definitely not going to say no to that,” you said with a grin. “But for now, you should probably get back to work.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jamie turned and unlocked the door, before opening it slowly and quietly, so as not to alert someone if they happened to be just outside. He poked his head out and saw that the coast was clear, and so the two of you exited, and found yourselves back in his office.

Jamie went back to sit down at his desk, and you followed him, standing in front of him and taking his face in your hands, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He looked up at you and smiled sweetly.

“See you later, angel. Make sure not to work yourself too hard, alright?” you told him before making your way out the door, leaving Jamie alone in his office. He looked down at the paperwork that had been bothering him before you’d walked in. It didn’t seem so bad now.

For the rest of the day, everyone else at the bank noticed Jamie seemed far more calm and relaxed than usual. Whenever anyone asked him what had got him in such a good mood, he looked over to the storage closet in the corner of his eye, before telling them, “Oh, nothing”.

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[jamiewintons]

Jamie Winton Smut Alphabet

The third in a series of smut alphabets that I'll be writing for the Baynton Boys. Let me know which boy you'd like to see next!

18+ ONLY! F!Reader. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jamie tends to be pretty quiet after sex. It’s one of the only times where he’s not thinking about the things that worry him, and he just wants to lie there with you and relax in the afterglow. He’ll cuddle up to you and kiss your forehead, and make quiet conversation about both of your days.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your thighs. Jamie’s not sure exactly why he’s so attracted to that part of you, but nonetheless, anytime you wear something that accentuates them he’ll be so distracted.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Jamie definitely has abandonment issues, which can make him get a little bit possessive. Because of this, he’ll mark you up on occasion, usually only in places that others won’t see (such as your hips and thighs). Seeing those marks that he made and only he will see reassures him that you’re not going anywhere.

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

He’s usually more of a sub, but if he’s in the right kind of mood he can be a bit more dominant (usually after you tease him incessantly).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jamie doesn’t have much experience, since you’re only the second woman he’s ever slept with. He’s incredibly caring and attentive though, and very talented with his fingers.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Make love for sure. He loves you and he wants to show you in every way possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jamie’s not exactly cracking jokes during sex, but he’s able to laugh a little bit if he’s feeling comfortable.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you grab Jamie’s tie to pull him into a kiss, he’s going to be turned on instantly. He also thinks it’s hot when you wear his clothes.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

Jamie tries to be subtle about letting you know, he’ll usually touch your hand or your thigh, or gently brush some of your hair out of your face, and just look into your eyes. Really it’s the way he looks at you that lets you know how he’s feeling.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He prefers not touch himself anymore, since for a long time after Layla disappeared that was all he had. If he’s turned on when you’re not around, he’d rather wait for you than deal with it himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jamie considers himself pretty vanilla, but he does have mild praise and breeding kinks that he’s too embarrassed to admit to.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers doing it in bed usually, but he doesn’t mind a bit of shower sex every once in a while.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Jamie generally likes to take things very slowly, to make it romantic, but he can be persuaded to speed things up a bit. One thing that he often does is run his hands up and down your thighs as he kisses you. You can easily get Jamie in the mood by wearing one of his shirts or his hoodie with just underwear (or nothing else at all) underneath.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not going to do anything to hurt you, or anything to degrade you either. As we know, he’s scandalised by the idea of even pulling someone’s hair while kissing them, so he’s very gentle.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jamie prefers giving, and he’s pretty good at it (though not as good as he is with his hands, so he tends to use both his mouth and fingers at once), but any time you offer to return the favour, he’s more than grateful and definitely enjoys himself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He likes to take his time and do things “properly”.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Jamie usually likes to take things slow, but he’s not completely opposed to the occasional quickie, typically in the morning before he starts getting ready for work (or even, on a few occasions, in a storage closet at the bank when he’s having a bad day).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jamie’s not a big risk taker, but if you can make him comfortable you might be able to convince him to broaden his horizons a little. He’s pretty satisfied with vanilla sex, though.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Jamie’s stamina isn’t excellent in the beginning, but with practice and persistence he makes a lot of improvement. He can usually go for two rounds on a good day before he gets tired, but you’re usually very satisfied after one.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

No. He’s only really comfortable having sex when he’s in a committed relationship.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not really the teasing type, at least not intentionally. Sometimes his tendency to take things slowly seems almost teasing to you, and you end up begging him to hurry up. He doesn’t even know how he’s affecting you until you tell him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jamie tries really hard to keep himself quiet, because he’s embarrassed by the little moans and whimpers he makes. You have to convince him that you want to hear him and know that he’s feeling good.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

It takes him a while. His inexperience combined with his guilt over having feelings for someone other than Layla makes him very nervous to initiate anything with you. But once you finally get to it, it’s certainly worth the wait.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jamie’s a little insecure about his body; like all of the Baynton Boys he’s very thin, and he’s never seen himself as attractive.

He’s pretty impressive in the size department — he’s the son of God, what do you expect? — but due to only sleeping with Layla before you he really has no idea how he compares to other guys (unless you decide to tell him).

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Surprisingly high. He’s a bit embarrassed by it at first, until you assure him that there’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jamie doesn’t fall asleep quickly afterwards, he likes to spend some peaceful, quiet time with you for a while before you turn in for the night.

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