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jimsbeetroot · 5 months ago

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Hello dear! how are you? hope ok <3 i really love your writing and would love to ask you for a smut request (only if you want) i would like it to be an imagine of joey finding y/n masturbating and moaning his name, only if you want you can add sex rough and maybe degradation. take your time <3 please and thank you 💗

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

love this! thank you for the request!!

warnings! smut, smut and very much smut! rough sex! degradation, punishment, fingering and so much more

summary; joey teaches reader a lesson for thinking she could do better than him

words; 1569

IT WAS LATE, and the house was too quiet. Joey wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, but you couldn’t wait any longer. The need had been building all day, a slow, simmering burn that you’d tried to ignore, but it was impossible to deny. Your body ached with longing, a desire that only he could satisfy, but he wasn’t here.

Your fingers itched to touch, to find some relief, and before you knew it, you were naked on your bed, your hand between your legs, searching for the pleasure, the one only he could give you.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of Joey—his hands, his mouth, the way he commanded every inch of your body when you were together.

Your fingers moved in desperate strokes, slick with arousal, and you couldn’t stop the soft moans that slipped from your lips, his name on your tongue like a prayer.

“Joey,” you whispered, the sound of it spurring you on as you dipped your fingers deeper, chasing the release that teased at the edges of your consciousness. Your back arched off the mattress, your breath hitching as you imagined him here, hovering over you, his intense eyes locked on yours, his voice rough and possessive as he told you how much he wanted you.

But no matter how much you tried, no matter how fast or slow your fingers moved, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. Your frustration grew, a whimper of desperation escaping your lips. You needed him. God, you needed him so badly.

Lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door open, didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. All you could focus on was the growing ache between your thighs, the pressure building, and how close you were—so close—when suddenly, a voice cut through the haze of your desire like a knife.

“Enjoying yourself, kitten?”

Your eyes flew open, heart lurching in your chest as you turned your head to find Joey standing in the doorway, his expression dark and dangerous. The shock of being caught was like ice water on your skin, and you froze, your hand still buried between your legs.

“Joey,” you gasped, scrambling to sit up, but before you could move, he was there, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip as he yanked your fingers out of your pussy.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “Were you enjoying yourself, kitten? Did you think you could get off without me?”

“I—I wasn’t—” You stammered, but the words caught in your throat as he brought your wet fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but there was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, the tension in his grip. He wasn’t pleased.

“You weren’t what?” he mocked, his eyes never leaving yours. “Weren’t thinking about me while you touched yourself? Weren’t moaning my name like a needy little slut?”

His words hit you like a blow, sharp and cutting, and you felt the sting of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “I was thinking about you,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait, Joey. I needed you, but you weren’t here, and I—”

“So, you thought you could just take care of it yourself?” he cut you off, his tone dripping with disdain. “You think you can do a better job than me, kitten? Is that it?”

“No!” You shook your head frantically, desperate to make him understand. “No, Joey, I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up.” The command was harsh, and you obeyed instantly, your breath catching in your throat. His hand tightened around your wrist, his other hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. “You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission. You don’t get to come without me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his dominance pressing down on you in a way that made your pulse race with equal parts fear and excitement. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, kitten,” Joey snarled, his gaze piercing as he released your chin and shoved you back onto the bed. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A lesson you won’t forget.”

You barely had time to register his words before he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide as he settled between your thighs. His eyes were locked on your exposed, glistening cunt, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch in your throat. He replaced your fingers with his. You gasped at the sensation. Joey leaned down between your legs and grabbed on to your thighs, holding them spread apart. You whimpered when he blew on your sensitive skin, the hair on your neck standing up. He worked roughly, leaving no time for you to adjust or get into his rhythm. He merely plunged his two fingers in and out of you so fast, that you weren't quite sure, as to what was happening anymore. You hissed and groaned, using the pillow beside you to muffle your screams. “You were so horny, for this weren't you? Couldn't even wait a day for my fingers, could you?” Joey taunted and looked up at you with a devilish grin. He suddenly retrieved his fingers from your cunt and for the first time ever, you were almost relieved. He’d been so fast, so brutal with your cunt that it was nearly aching.

You were taken aback by his fury. You’d expected him to be flattered, but he was seeing red.

“You think you can do a better job than me?” he hummed, his voice low and dangerous.

Joey stood up and fumbled with his jeans, the chains clinging together as he dropped them to the ground. He took a step towards the edge of the bed and leaned down, positioning himself on his knees. He leaned over and grabbed a hold of your ankles, pulling at them roughly towards him, so that you were perfectly aligned in front of him. Your heart raced as Joey pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He positioned himself between your thighs, his eyes dark with intent as he stared down at your exposed, glistening pussy. You were so wet, so ready for him, but he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. Not after what you’d done.

“Let’s see how much you can handle, kitten.”

Before you could respond, he slammed into you with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, and you cried out, your back arching off the mattress as the sudden intrusion stretched you wide. Joey didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t offer you any reprieve as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and unrelenting.

“Is this what you wanted?” Joey growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into you with merciless force. “You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you, kitten? You couldn’t wait for me, so you had to do it yourself. You had to touch yourself like a dirty little whore.”

His one hand travelled up to pinch your nipple and the pain made you gasp.

His words cut deep, but they only fueled the fire burning inside you. You were helpless beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, the roughness of his grip, but it was everything you craved. Your body responded to his dominance, the sting of his degrading words only pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tell me how much you need me,” Joey demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. “Tell me you can’t get off without me, kitten.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks as your nails dug into the sheets. “I can’t, Joey. I need you. I need you so bad.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your head spin with a dizzying mix of fear and pleasure. “You belong to me, kitten. Every part of you is mine. No one else can make you feel this way. No one else can fuck you like I can.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his grip tightened, his thrusts growing even more intense, each one driving you closer to the brink. The heat pooled low in your belly, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak, and you knew you were close—so close—but you wouldn’t let yourself fall until he gave you permission. Until he told you you could.

“You’re going to come for me, kitten,” Joey hissed, his voice rough with his own impending release. “But only when I say so. Only when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out, your vision blurring as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Please, Joey, I need to come. Please let me come.”

His grip on your throat tightened even more, cutting off your air, making your head swim as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, kitten. Now.”

The command sent you spiraling over the edge. With a choked cry, your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, pulling him deeper, and Joey groaned, his release following yours as he buried himself to the hilt, his warmth flooding you.

For a long moment, you were both lost in the aftermath, your bodies still shaking, hearts pounding in unison as you lay there, tangled together on the bed. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, the heavy rise and fall of his breath as he slowly came down from his high.

Finally, Joey pulled out of you, rolling onto his side as he gathered you into his arms, his demeanor softening as he held you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing through your hair as he murmured, “Good girl, kitten. That’s what I like to hear.”

You snuggled into his chest, your body still quivering from the intensity of it all, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction, of comfort in the way he held you, in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small and shaky.

Joey kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke, his voice a soft rumble against my hair. “You’re forgiven, kitten. But remember, you don’t need to do that on your own. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

His words soothed the last remnants of your fear, replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest

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jimsbeetroot · 4 months ago

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𝐈 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 ♱ (𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠) 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

so, II in spain is coming soon, but found this old draft, which is basically how the story sort of originally was supposed to go. which one do you like the best? and should i continue the sequel(s) based off this ending or my first released I in spain, which you can find here; I in spain

warnings! smut! rough jim! dom/sub! deepthroat! oral sex! pool sex!

words; 4143

summary; in this alt ending of I in spain, reader pushes jim, and he gives her exactly what she was hoping to get!

"You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Jim's face dropped as he looked over at the large - but empty - hotel pool, his surprised eyes quickly shifting back to your grinning ones.

“If you want to have sex, we’ll find someplace else, but I’m not fucking you in a hotel pool.”

You pouted, desperately hoping that your quivering bottom lip would win Jim over, but he only shook his head and looked away.

“Why not?” You mumbled, staring into Jim's chest as you fumbled with the strings of his hoodie.

Jim was practically bent in half, his chin resting on your head as he tiredly skimmed the crowded hotel lobby.

Jim had finally gotten the green light to go on a vacation, and the two of you had packed your bags for two sunny weeks in southern Spain. It felt like a fever dream. No touring, no two weeks without seeing each other. It was just you and him.

“Let’s just go to our room,” Jim suggested. He grabbed your hand, but you wiggled out of his grip.

“But I want to go into the swimming pool!” You whined, stomping your foot into the tiles of the hotel lobby.

Jim shushed you and looked around, making sure that no one was staring at the two of you.

“I want you to fuck me in the swimming pool,” you giggled, but Jim wasn’t laughing at all.

“This is not funny, Y/N,” Jim shook his head and grabbed your hand again. This time, you didn't even have the chance to protest before you were dragged down a hallway by your 6'6 foot boyfriend.

Jim held the luggage in one hand and your hand in his other.

He pushed the elevator button, and the two of you waited silently, before a brilliant idea washed upon you.

"I even packed my best swimwear. You know, the pink two-piece?"

You said, and Jim stared back at you with an unamused glance. He knew that you were trying to get a reaction out of him.

He was the one, who had bought you that bikini, but not to have you flaunting it to everyone. No, that was a bikini strictly for his eyes.

"I might just go without you, then," You huffed as the two of you stepped into the elevator.

Jim had let go of your wrist. He stared at you with a clenched jaw and tilted his head.

"In that bikini? Fucking forget it," Jim chuckled, seemingly thinking you were joking, but looking at your pout and angry stare, he slowly realized that you were dead serious.

"It's just a bikini, James. Why did you buy me a bikini, if you don't want me to wear it?" You asked and looked up at Jim with a question-marked grimace. He sighed deeply.

"I'm just saying; I think you could've chosen a bikini that didn't show off that much," Jim said. He knew, that you were the master of analyzing words down to the bone, and just as he'd feared, your brain began decoding his last sentence.

"Oh, so you own me? Well, maybe you should pack my whole suitcase the next time we travel. Or maybe, you should just approve everything I ever wear. That way, we'll be sure to"

"Okay, calm the fuck down," he hissed and nipped your upper arm as the elevator stopped and an elderly couple walked in. You glared at him and rubbed the red spot on your arm, where Jim had left a mark.

The elevator was silent, as it went up, finally stopping at your level. You walked out, Jim following behind you with the key card.

You stood by the hotel room door and waited impatiently for Jim to unlock it. When he did, you hurried in and threw yourself on the bed.

Jim placed the luggage on the ground and rubbed his shoulders, clearly exhausted from a whole day of travelling. But you were loaded with energy.

You opened up the suitcase and pulled out the pink bikini. "Look, J-"

"Forget it," Jim said, cutting you off. You raised your eyebrow.

"Listen, I'm gonna take a nap. Come join me. Maybe we can take a swim later."

Jim laid down on the bed and reached an arm out for you, but you huffed at his gesture.

"I don't want to go to sleep now, James. I wanna go swim," you whined, stomping slightly as Jim turned around, back facing you and closed his eyes, pretending not to care.

"Fine, then go," he mumbled. You huffed at his response.

"Fine, then give me the key card," you responded. You knew, that you needed the key card to lock yourself into the swimming pool, but also to get back into the room again.

Jim didn't respond.

"James, I said give me the key card," you hissed. He had it on him somewhere, but where? That was a great question.

"Go get another one, then we'll have one each," Jim said, still on his side.

He would've never suggested that if it wasn't for your absolute fear of talking to strangers, especially when you didn't speak their language. Just the thought made you all nervous, and Jim knew that, that son of a bitch.

He knew, that you wouldn't dare to go ask anyone alone, and Jim had no plans of moving from the bed anytime soon.

"Why am I not allowed to go swimming?" You asked, huffing loudly.

Jim sighed in return. "We can swim when I've taken a nap."

"I'm serious, Jim. Just give me the key card," you said and rolled your eyes.

You were starting to get pretty riled up, and Jim knew that. Everything at that moment, depended on that idiotic key card.

You scanned him up and down. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. Couldn't be that hard to get a hold of, you thought.

You walked over to the side of the bed, where Jim was lying, looking down at him. "Give me the key card," you huffed and pushed his shoulder slightly, although he didn't move.

"Give me the key card," you repeated, pushing his shoulder a little harder this time.

Jim didn't react at all. He just lay on his side, arms crossed over his chest, his long legs folded towards his upper body.

"Jim, give me the key c-"

Before your hand could make contact with his shoulder, he - in a swift move- lifted his hand and grabbed your wrist tightly.

"Aren't you tired of acting like this?" Jim sighed, eyes still closed and grip still tight around your wrist. You toiled to get out of his hold, but it was no use. He was, indeed a great deal stronger than you.

(alt ending begins here)

"Let me go," you hissed, trying everything to get away from him, but then you spotted it. There, the key card was, slightly sticking out of the front pocket of his jeans. Without hesitation, your free hand went to grab it, dashing away from the bed before Jim could grab a hold of you. You exclaimed in victory as you jumped back, standing around 10 feet from the bed. The celebration did not last long, because Jim swiftly sat up in the bed and looked at you, tiredly.

"Give the key card back, Y/N," he sighed. You shook your head with a satisfied smirk. The smirk disappeared quickly when Jim shot up from the bed, his massive frame towering towards you. Before he could come too close, you darted to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and locking it. Your heart was pounding in your throat. Through the glass door, you could see Jim's figure approaching. He pulled down on the locked handle and you could see him throwing his head back in frustration.

"Y/N, we're not doing this," Jim said. You chuckled. "You may not, but I am," you taunted and began to strip out of your clothes, standing fully nude in front of your stormy-eyed boyfriend. You smirked at him as you put on the pink bikini, that flattered your body better than any bikini ever had before.

The only tricky part left was to get from the bathroom to the pool. You knew, that Jim would seize you the second he had the opportunity, and that was not part of your plan. Jim stood cross-armed before the door, waiting for you to come out.

"The question is, do you really want me to go down to the pool, all alone?" You asked, pressing yourself up against the glass door.

Jim shook his head. "No, because we’re- you’re not going, period," Jim said through gritted teeth. You moaned at his stubbornness. "We'll go down there together later, not now."

You shook your head and mustered up the courage to unlock the bathroom door. You opened the door and as expected, Jim swiftly grabbed you, pulling you out of the bathroom.

"Let me go!" You wailed and held the key card tightly in your hands. Jim stood behind you, arms wrapped around your body as he tried to get a hold of the stupid key card.

"Give me the fucking card," Jim rasped, his massive hands folding over yours, completely engulfing them in his large fists.

"No," you hissed and dug your nails into Jim's forearm as he tried to undo your clenched fist. "For fucks sake," he winced at the painful sensation but kept up his mission to get a hold of the keycard.

"I'll scream if you don't let go!" You yelled, losing your grip on the card. Jim didn't react to this threat until you took a deep breath and let out a loud, high-pitched scream. It only lasted for about 0.1 seconds before Jim let go of your hands and instead clamped his massive hand over your mouth, cursing under his breath.

You stopped screaming, nodding satisfied at how your plan had turned out.

You smiled at the keycard in your hand.

"Congratulations! You get your way, as always!" Jim exclaimed and threw his hands into the air, clearly fired up.

"Thank you," you smiled. "So, I'm going to the pool. You're welcome to join, but it's very understandable if you need a nap," you spoke, sarcastically. "Shut the hell up," Jim mumbled and stepped into his shoes, shrugging and sighing heavily.

"Well, let's go then," he spat annoyed and gave you a slight push. You headed for the door, but Jim stopped you and threw a hotel's bathrobe at you. You caught it and wrapped yourself up in it.

The two of you headed out of the room. Jim towered over you, looking like a big, mean pitbull while you skipped next to him like a golden retriever.

You got into the elevator and pressed the lobby button. You tried to intertwine your fingers with Jim's but he snatched his hand from yours.

"Not right now," he said as if he was warning you. You put your hands up in defence and smiled internally. Your stubborn, impatient attitude had been replaced by an innocent, angel-like one.

You bounced through the lobby, humming jolly tunes, Jim following behind you.

The pool was massive and you were shocked to find that no one was putting it into use.

You didn't waste a second before throwing the bathrobe to the floor, kicking off your slippers and cannonballing into the pool, water splashing everywhere.

Jim sat down on one of the sun loungers, spreading his long legs and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Come on, Jim. It's so nice!" You exclaimed and splashed a bit of water up at him. He looked back at you, unamused and indeed annoyed.

You rolled your eyes at his stern stare and dived into the water. You loved the water and every time a pool was in sight, you immediately became seven years old again.

"You know, I don't understand what you have against this bikini," you said, appearing from the water again, shaking your head to get your hair out of your face.

Jim's unamused scowl had remained and he didn't say anything. You smirked as yet another idea popped into your head. "You know, it could be so much worse," you commented and stood up in the water. Your hands went behind your back and fumbled with the pink bikini string, pulling it and letting the bikini fall off your body, revealing your tits.

Jim's eyes widened and he darted up. "Stop it, Y/N," he warned you. His voice told you that he was not taking the piss. He was dead serious, practically shaking with frustration.

"Why don't you make me?" You giggled.

You didn't expect him to do exactly that.

Not breaking the eye contact, Jim stepped out of his shoes and undid his belt.

You watched in excitement as he let his jeans drop to the floor. You bit your lip as Jim pulled his shirt over his head.

He stepped into the pool and swam towards the corner in which you were standing and giggling. It was a bit more secluded, hidden behind a massive water slide.

You stood anxiously as Jim came closer to you, not knowing what would come next. To your surprise, he stood up, towering over you and smirked devilishly.

"You're so in for it," he hummed, leaning down, his lip brushing against your ear. You shivered slightly, the anticipation of what he would do next, nearly killing you.

Jim's long fingers traced along your spine, stopping when he reached around your shoulder blades. Suddenly he grabbed the back of your neck, his strong hand jerking you backwards to look up at him. You yelped at the sudden force.

"You've been such a fucking pain today," Jim mumbled, staring down at you, his eyes intense. You swallowed, your throat dry, longing for more of Jim.

Swiftly, Jim grabbed your hips and hoisted you up onto the edge of the pool, the cool air making you shiver. He roughly grabbed a hold of your bikini bottoms and ripped them from your body, still standing in the water.

He gave your thigh a small slap and spread your legs, propping them on his shoulders. He didn't waste any time before forcing his fingers into you, a loud howl leaving your lips, your cry echoing through the room.

"Be quiet. You wanted this, remember?" Jim hissed and you nodded, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from screaming.

Jim spat on his fingers and continued to dig his index- and middle finger into your cunt. He looked up at you as he leant down, tongue making contact with your sensitive clit. "Oh, fuck," you groaned and let your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You could barely contain yourself, the overwhelming pleasure nearly suffocating you as Jim's tongue repeatedly flicked your clit harshly.

A loud cry left your lips when Jim suddenly removed himself from you completely. You looked at him, frowning.

"What, you think you deserve to come?" Jim chuckled darkly and shook his head. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you into the water, letting you go fully under before pulling you up, your hair in his fist. You were his doll, and he was doing whatever he wanted with you. You loved to see this side of Jim.

"How about you go under for a bit? Let's see how brave you are with a dick in your mouth," Jim grumbled. He pulled down his boxers to reveal his fully erect cock in the water. He put a hand on the top of your head and forced you down. You took a deep breath before going under the water.

Jim controlled your head, holding it still as he pushed his massive cock into your mouth. He thrust into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He was rough. After twenty seconds or so, he pulled you up by your hair. "Not so fucking fun anymore, is it?" He asked and looked at your red, watery eyes, chuckling, knowing that he was now in control.

"Mute, are we?" Jim asked. "Let's try again, then.”

Once again, he forced your head down and ruthlessly fucked your mouth. You could feel yourself getting slightly lightheaded so you reached up and tapped Jim's chest. He pulled you up again and pinched your nipple hard. You winced at the sensation.

You were starting to regret your behaviour from earlier. This was supposed to be a nice vacation, but by the looks of it, you would be sore for the next two weeks.

"Grab the edge," Jim ordered you and you did as you were told. Your back was facing him and you felt his hand go between your legs, spreading them apart.

The tip of Jim's cock teased your entrance and without warning, he shoved himself into you, his hand quickly clamping over your mouth.

Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head and you grasped the edge of the pool tightly. Jim's pace was so fast, that it was hard difficult to keep up with.

"Is this what you wanted?" Jim asked, leant down and whispering in your ear.

It wasn't exactly the romantic scenario you'd pictured when you'd begged Jim to fuck you in the pool, but you weren't complaining either.

Pulling out of you, Jim grabbed your shoulders and turned you around. He grabbed your ass and hoisted you around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging into his shoulders as Jim once again dug into you, the new position allowing an even deeper penetration.

You whimpered against Jim's wet skin, feeling yourself reaching an orgasm.

Jim one hand went down to your pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit roughly, also close to an orgasm.

It didn't take long before the both of you had come, heavy breaths filling up the room.

"Happy now?" Jim asked and delivered a small smack to your ass.

You nodded. "You know, I'm so-"

"Don't," Jim said and cut you off.

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