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jimmy uso / sweet leaf

x fem!reader word count → 3.1k summary → fights between the twins always ends badly. with jimmy in a bad mood, he needs his sweet girl to help him relax. links → masterlist / taglist tags → recreational drug use (marijuana), smoking, shotgunning, oral fixation, cockwarming, daddy kink, light dom/sub, unprotected piv sex, sex under the influence, mentions of violence, mentions of minor injuries (cuts, bruises, etc.)

The twins didn’t fight often, but when they did things got ugly. It almost always ended in blows, their words vicious and cruel. Roman was usually the only one who could get them to calm down. He had a way of soothing their inflamed tempers, a skill he’d picked up from their many years travelling together, and, if it came down to it, he was usually the only one strong enough (and brave enough) to pull the twins apart if things got physical.

But Roman hadn’t been there this time.

You weren’t entirely sure what had happened after the show, but when Jimmy came home with a cut above his eyebrow and a split lip, you knew it hadn’t been pretty. He’d been too angry to speak at first, barely casting a glance in your direction as he threw his bag down and stomped to the bedroom.

You watched him with a raised eyebrow, considering your next move. Whenever he got this mad you knew it was best to give him space. Jimmy wasn’t one to get angry often. Sure, the two of you had experienced your share of arguments in the past, but Jimmy was never mad. For a long time, you didn’t think it was even possible. He was too unserious, too goofy, too easy-going to be angry. Except when it came to his twin.

Jey seemed to be the only one who could push him to the breaking point. In all your time together, you had never witnessed Jimmy’s raw, unfiltered rage. It had shocked you the first time you saw it, though Roman had been quick to reassure you that this was normal for twins. They loved each other fiercely. It would make sense they would hate each other fiercely as well. They were just too alike. Two sides of the same coin. They’d spent their entire life with the same face, the same mannerisms, the same everything. No matter how much they loved each other, things would eventually boil over.

As you mused on this, Jimmy finally exited the bedroom, his curls wet from a shower. He’d changed into a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare as he made his way to the balcony. He avoided your gaze, saying nothing as he opened the door and slammed it behind him. You watched through the blinds as he collapsed on one of the cushioned chairs outside, his head turned to take in the sprawl of the city far below.

You gave it some more time.

Eventually you saw smoke begin to curl around Jimmy’s head, his body relaxing further and further into the chair, and you knew it was probably safe to approach him now.

You grabbed the first aid kit from under the bathroom sink and made your way to the balcony. The night was chilly and you shivered, dressed in nothing but one of Jimmy’s old t-shirts that was far too big for you. Despite his bare chest, Jimmy didn’t seem to mind the cold, leaning back against the chair to let out a long exhale of smoke. You considered going back inside to grab him a jacket, but you quickly abandoned the idea when he lifted a hand and beckoned you to his side.

You offered him a small smile as he allowed you to straddle his lap, though he didn’t reciprocate, his face impassive as he took another drag from the blunt in his hand. You noticed that he was careful to keep it away from the cut on his lip, smoke circling his head like a halo as he let out another exhale. You noticed too that his knuckles were bruised and swollen, though he made no comment about them when he caught you staring.

As he kept you perched on his lap, you couldn’t help but reach out to touch the miles of golden muscle beneath you. Your fingers traced the tribal ink that circled his left pectoral, following the ink up to his shoulder and arm. His skin was soft, but the muscle beneath was hard, the result of hours in the gym and the ring. He watched you carefully as you kept your hands on him, his face giving nothing away.

You felt his free hand creep up your side, his touch warm as he curled his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. Still, he said nothing, his eyes dark as he stared at you.

“Will you let me clean it?” You murmured, motioning to the cut above his eyebrow. Jimmy didn’t seem pleased, but after a moment’s consideration he gave you a begrudging nod.

You felt him tense beneath you as you disinfected the wound, the fingers on your hip beginning to dig into your skin. Eventually he relaxed, keeping his eyes on you and ignoring how the blunt in his hand was beginning to burn out. He seemed to have forgotten about it, making no effort to reach for the lighter beside him. Instead he seemed to be memorizing every contour and line on your face, the smoke on the balcony beginning to clear.

And when you were done, you made sure to place a butterfly bandage above the cut to hold the skin together, your eyes flickering down to catch Jimmy’s smoldering gaze. It was too dark outside to tell if his eyes were red yet, but his gaze seemed a little too sharp to make you think the weed had done its job of relaxing him. And when you motioned to the cut on his lip, he waved you away, plucking the first aid kit from your hands and tossing it to the side.

He placed the unlit blunt between his soft lips, now using both hands to pull you deeper into his lap. He kept his arms wrapped around your waist, one of his hands reaching up underneath your shirt to caress the soft skin of your back. His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was gentle, almost teasing.

As he pulled you closer, you could feel his clothed erection beneath you, your pussy already spasming at its close proximity. You felt your body begin to relax, though you weren’t sure if it was from the smoke or Jimmy’s intoxicating touch. He looked so beautiful tonight, his dark hair cascading down his strong shoulders, his eyes glinting with an emotion you couldn’t name. And when the rough pads of his fingers ghosted across your spine you felt goosebumps explode across your skin, your empty hole continuing to pulse and thrum just from Jimmy’s touch alone.

“Gimme a light, baby,” He rumbled, nodding his head to the lighter resting on the table beside you.

You were quick to obey, flicking the wheel and allowing the glow to illuminate his features. His dark eyes reflected the flame, making him look almost sinister as the joint sizzled back to life. And when you shut the lighter off you could still see sparks dancing in his eyes as he stared at you.

He took a long drag, filling his lungs before releasing with a long exhale, smoke swirling around you once again. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips. They looked impossibly soft and you watched as they curved around the blunt, the sight beautiful, before he reached up to remove it, breathing out more smoke into the night air.

You couldn’t help but reach out to trace the shape of his lips, careful to avoid the cut where Jey’s fist had connected. Jimmy continued to watch you, his hands warm against your back as he kept you balanced on his lap. You could feel the hard length of his cock press against your core, but he didn’t seem too concerned about it. Instead, he kept his eyes on you before taking another drag.

You gasped when his hand shot out and grabbed your jaw, pulling you closer to him.

“Open.” His command was soft and you were powerless to deny him, your body obeying on instinct as your mouth fell open and he blew the smoke past your waiting lips.

You had already begun to feel the effects of the smoke from being out here for so long, but inhaling the earthy blend, mixed with the sweet smell of Jimmy’s breath, had your head spinning. You felt your eyes water, though there was no burn as you inhaled. Jimmy kept that firm hand on your jaw and you waited, holding the smoke in the expanse of your lungs before finally exhaling again.

“Good girl.” Jimmy’s words were a soft croon and your eyelids fluttered at his praise, a warm feeling beginning to spread through your body. Jimmy kept his hand on your jaw, the rough pads of his fingers caressing the skin there. He seemed to be admiring you, your body soft and pliable beneath his capable hands.

A gust of wind blew through the balcony and you watched as goosebumps broke out across Jimmy’s chest, the air seemingly growing colder by the minute. He didn’t seem to notice, his dark eyes fixed on you as you shivered in his lap.

“You’re cold.” It was more of a statement than a question, Jimmy’s voice an octave deeper than usual. He moved his free hand to your exposed leg, gently rubbing the skin there in an effort to simulate warmth.

“So are you.” You whispered, your fingers tracing the flurry of goosebumps near his collarbone.

Jimmy hummed noncommittally, shifting again so that his hard length was pressed even more firmly between your legs. You couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling, amusement glinting in Jimmy’s eyes.

“Keep me warm then, ma.��

The implication of his words was clear and you were quick to reach for the strings of his sweatpants. While it would be in his best interest to help you along, he seemed content to lean back and watch instead, taking another hit from the joint as wispy plumes of smoke danced in the air around you.

You didn’t miss his low chuckle as you pressed his length against your soaked hole, seemingly pleased to learn how wet you already were. He kept his hand on your leg to keep you balanced, watching with hooded eyes as you began to sink down onto his cock. You let out a small gasp, your toes curling at the slight burn you felt as your body struggled to accommodate his size.

You kept your hands on your strong chest in an effort to stay grounded, trying not to writhe at the feeling of his massive cock splitting you open. Jimmy moved his hand back to your torso in an effort to keep you still, his grip firm as you continued to lower yourself onto his length.

“There ya go,” Jimmy crooned, allowing you to take your time until he fully bottomed out.

You shivered again, though this time it wasn’t from the cold. You felt impossibly full, his wide cock brushing against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you as pleasure began to unfurl in your core. You felt your hips move to instinctively chase the feeling, but Jimmy’s grip on you tightened and you stilled, a small whimper escaping your lips.

“Be a good girl and keep Daddy’s cock warm, sweetheart,” Jimmy hummed, his voice calm but his tone leaving no room for argument. “You can do that, can’t you?”

You nodded, forcing your hips to stay still even as your cunt fluttered and spasmed around Jimmy’s length. Jimmy didn’t seem to notice, keeping that firm hand on your torso as he reclined in the chair. Your eyes flickered to the blunt in his hand and he gave you a knowing smile.

“Want another hit, baby?”

You nodded and Jimmy’s hand was back on your jaw.

“Open.”

You obeyed, your lips forming a small ‘o’ as Jimmy took another pull from the blunt. The joint sizzled, sparks dancing in Jimmy’s eyes again, before he leaned up to meet your parted lips. Your noses were almost touching, his lips ghosting yours as he passed the smoke to you. His dark eyes were mesmerizing, the hand on your jaw firm as he pulled you closer. And when you finally exhaled, Jimmy closed the distance between you, his lips soft against yours as he offered you a kiss.

You felt your body relax at his touch, euphoria already beginning to cloud your mind as your limbs grew heavy and your cunt swirled around Jimmy’s heavy length inside you.

His kiss was tender and sweet, a stark contrast to the dominant hand on your jaw, and when he pulled back you could see desire gleaming in his eyes.

“So sweet to me, honey,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Too sweet.”

Your brain was already foggy, both from the weed and from your own desire, but you still had enough sense to shake your head, disagreeing with him.

He smiled at you and it was far more vulnerable than you were expecting.

“Too sweet for anyone, baby. I don’t deserve you.”

You made a distressed noise at his words and he was quick to shush you, flicking the blunt, which was now nothing more than a small stub, to the side. He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer and pressing his lips to your neck.

You felt dizzy, letting out a small whine as his cock brushed against your g-spot again.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he breathed, his hands warm again on your back. “Daddy’s gotchu. Just relax fo’ me, baby.”

You obeyed, allowing all the tension to bleed from your muscles as you leaned into him. His lips were warm against your neck, peppering sweet kisses along the delicate skin of your windpipe as he held you close. And when he reached up to tangle his long fingers into your hair, tugging gently on the scalp to expose more of your neck, you allowed it, your body pliant and submissive for him.

You could feel his teeth scraping against the pulse point beneath your jaw and he tensed, seemingly resisting the urge to bite and stake his claim there. Instead, he forced himself to move on, licking a hot stripe beneath your ear just to watch you tremble with need.

You felt like you were floating now, Jimmy’s touch the only thing keeping you from drifting off into the stratosphere. Your body seemed to be singing beneath his warm hands and you struggled to keep your eyes open as Jimmy continued to press adoring kisses into your neck, his beard scratching against your skin.

“So perfect.” He mumbled into your neck, his cock twitching inside you as he kept you close. “My perfect girl.”

You hummed in appreciation, watching as he leaned back again to stare at you. His gaze seemed less sharp now, his body more relaxed as he held you in his arms. And when you met his eyes, he couldn’t help but beam at you, his smile a burst of sunshine on the dark balcony.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his hands running appreciatively across your exposed skin. “All relaxed and sweet fo’ me.”

You offered him a dazed smile of your own, watching as he reached out to grab another joint from the table beside you. He placed it between his lips, his tongue darting out to roll it from side to side, and you were enamored by the sight.

“Gimme another light, honey,” he murmured, once again reclining in his chair as he kept his free hand on your hip. “Be a good girl.”

You obeyed, allowing the sweet aroma of the smoke to completely overtake your senses. He continued to blow more smoke into your waiting mouth, his firm hand on your jaw the only thing keeping you from falling out of his lap as the world spun around you.

And when he finally did move his hips, shallowly thrusting up in your leaking hole, you couldn’t contain the moan that tore from your throat. The feeling was otherworldly. Your senses were heightened, your body sensitive as Jimmy slowly fucked into you. You could see shapes and colors dance across your vision, your body pliable and loose in his strong arms.

Jimmy’s thrusts begin to speed up, your pussy drooling around his cock as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“Look at me, baby.” Jimmy’s voice was breathless and you forced yourself to open your eyes, feeling untethered and listless despite his arms wrapped around you. “You gonna come, sweetheart? Gonna make a mess fo’ me?”

You nodded as best as you could, the movement slow and syrupy. You could feel the pleasure building inside you, a new kaleidoscope of colors flickering across your vision as he began to aim for that sweet spot inside you with every thrust.

“Go ahead, angel. It’s alright. Daddy’s gotchu.”

Your body didn’t feel like your own as the tension snapped, the orgasm so euphoric that you felt as though you might melt into a puddle on the floor. Your body went limp, your muscles spent as Jimmy held you close, his breath warm in your ear as he cradled you against his chest.

“Almost there, baby.” He gasped, his balls smacking against you with every thrust. “So good fo’ me. Always so perfect, sweet girl.”

You hummed lazily at his words, pressing open-mouthed kisses into his neck even as the world spun around you, still dizzy with the ecstasy he’d given you.

Jimmy let out a low, creaky moan, the sound beautiful as he spilled into you. You could feel your walls continue to spasm and contract around him, your body determined to milk every last drop from his softening cock. Your brain was still having trouble forming a coherent thought, your muscles still tingling from pleasure.

When Jimmy leaned back to look at you, you realized that your vision was fuzzy, your mind struggling to focus on Jimmy’s lazy smile as he brushed some of the hair from your face.

“You alright, baby?” He murmured and you could only nod, your tongue heavy in your mouth.

Jimmy's smile was dazzling, stars practically twinkling off his white teeth as he held your faraway gaze. For the first time tonight you noticed that his anger was completely gone now. There were no signs of stress or worry across his handsome face, his body completely relaxed now as he kept his large hands encircling your torso.

“Sweet.” He slurred, his eyes hazy. “So sweet. My sweet girl.”

He kept you there, his cock still plugged inside you to keep the mess from dribbling out. And when he kissed you again, that was the only word you could think of too: sweet.

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