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jimsbeetroot · 11 months ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

waking jim up at shit in the morning for sexy time hehehe

words; 1268

smut!

“Jim?” You whispered. He snored in return, dead asleep.

Jim’s eyes were closed as his chin rested on your head. His arms were tightly wrapped around you, his bare upper body pressed against yours.

The hotel room was completely black. It was three in the morning, and you had joined Jim on tour.

Your body, along with your mind, had entered a restless and frustrated cycle. You weren't used to all of the travelling, and you'd found it hard to fall asleep at night.

You were in France, in a beautiful hotel. Jim slept like a rock but you just couldn't find any rest.

And you’d tried everything. You’d tried cuddling Jim, and then you'd tried sleeping alone. You’d tried sleeping without covers and then with them. You’d even tried popping a melatonin, but then you had to pee, and suddenly you were back at square one.

You just had this burning feeling, something you needed to get done to rest.

Your cheeks blushed red at the thought, your stomach tingling even more.

You needed Jim, and you had no idea as to what had incited this sudden need to be fucked by your boyfriend, but it was undeniable.

You shuttered at the thought, imagining how Jim would make you scream, and fuck the daylights out of you. You wanted that. So bad.

A wet spot had formed in your panties. You bit your lip, a tingling feeling washing over your whole body.

“Jim?” You whispered again, this time looking up, grazing his face softly.

He hummed in response, giving you a little squeeze, still asleep.

You snuck your hand under the covers, grabbing Jim’s thigh and raising it to curve perfectly between your legs. His knee was pressed against your cunt. He could surely feel the wetness between your legs on his knee by now.

You moaned and grabbed Jim’s hair.

“Y/N, no,” he mumbled and lowered his leg, removing it from your soaking cunt.

You cried at his shifting, squirming a bit.

“Jim,” you pleaded, wrapping your arms under his, clutching him tightly, and placing kisses on his collarbone.

“I can't sleep, Jim,” you lamented. Jim sighed tiredly and kissed your forehead, eyes still closed, barely awake.

“Try,” he encouraged and puffed. “I've tried for the last three hours. I can't sleep,” you moaned.

Again, Jim just hummed in response, so tired that he couldn't think of much else to say.

You felt a bit bad since you weren't the one playing ninety-minute shows every night, doing interviews and rehearsals. It made sense that Jim was exhausted, but you had other things to worry about.

Your hand left Jim’s back and went down under the covers. You placed your cold hand on his thigh, brushing it slightly. The coldness of your hand caused Jim to flinch slightly.

You were so insistent, and your need for Jim only grew bigger. You just had to get him in the same mood as well, but it seemed impossible.

You let your hand travel further up Jim’s thigh until you reached the leghole in his boxer shorts. You bit your lip as you watched Jim’s face intensely, hoping for a moan or a smirk, but you got the opposite.

“I'm so tired, Y/N. Not now,” he grumbled and reached down to remove your hand from his thigh, placing it on his chest instead.

“I’ll never ask again, James, I promise,” you pleaded in a whispering voice. You felt nauseous, that's how sexually frustrated you were.

Just the idea of Jim pounding you, made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Please, just do something,” you cried softly and kissed Jim’s lips.

Jim, to your surprise, turned around, back facing you and continued to sleep.

Your bottom lip folded and you huffed, sighing as you stared into the ceiling, fully awake, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Jim reached his hand over for you to hold. He hated not having physical contact with you when sleeping. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.

You'd run out of ideas completely. Now, you only had one last dirty trick left.

As his hand rested on your thigh, you pulled down your panties, making sure that Jim felt what you were doing. You were completely naked.

As Jim’s hand rested on your thigh, you moved it up so far, that his pinky was resting on top of your cunt.

Then, the dirty trick. Your hand travelled down to your soaking cunt, running your fingers up and down your slit a few times, hand brushing against Jim’s as you began rubbing your clit, moaning a little louder than you normally would.

“F-Fuck, J-Jim,” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours. With your other hand, you held onto Jim’s forearm, squeezing it hard as pleasure rolled over you.

You brought his arm up and placed his hand on you breast.

Finally, he turned around.

“You're so goddamn stubborn,” he hissed and smacked your hand away from your cunt, replacing it with his.

He began rubbing your clit in a circular motion, kissing your neck while doing so. At the same time, you reached down, digging your hand into Jim’s boxers, straddling his cock, feeling as it stiffened up in your grasp within a heartbeat.

He moaned softly as you pumped his cock, making you produce equally loud moans as he pumped his long fingers in and out of you.

You felt it was reasonable if you took care of him for a bit. After all, it was you who woke him up just to fuck.

You rolled over, placing your legs on either side of Jim’s waist. You rode his cock for a while, grinding him before eventually pulling down his boxers, his hard cock springing out.

You grabbed a hold of Jim’s hands and placed them both on each tit.

He squeezed them firmly as you sank down on his cock.

A series of cuss words mixed with your name left Jim’s mouth repeatedly as you began bouncing up and down at a steady pace, head thrown back in pleasure, hoarse moans leaving your quivering lip.

He was deep inside of you, and if the light was turned on, you would've gasped at the sight of the bulge his cock created in your stomach.

Your knees were getting tired, and Jim could tell.

He lifted you off him and stood on his knees just as you. He grabbed your shoulders and forced you down on all fours.

He gathered your hair in his fist and drove into you without a warning. You helped at the feeling of him stretching your walls completely. You were in pure bliss.

Jim squeezed your ass tightly as his hips smacked against your ass cheeks, creating a loud sound that echoed through the room.

Your face was buried into the pillow, which you bit into for dear life, trying to prevent yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jim continued his nearly painful pace, thrusting so fast that you could barely think. And the position allowed for extra depth, doubting if that was even possible.

“I’m gonna c-”

Jim grabbed both your hands and pressed them against your bag as he continued to thrust.

“Come for me, baby.”

You did exactly that, reaching your climax, nearly seeing stars as you tried to collect yourself, although Jim was still going at it. “God,” you cried and breathed heavily, not sure if your body could handle much more.

Jim came with one final deep thrust. He pulled out and threw himself down beside you, sweaty and all.

“Thanks for waking me. I think I needed that.”

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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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