37. “I haven’t seen you in so long. I need you.”
& 33. “I’ll make it up to you.”
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She knew Jim’s home situation was not the best. In fact, it wasn’t good at all. It made her heart ache each time they would have to say goodbye and he went home, the two knowing neither of them wanted him to go, or to be in that house, in that toxic environment. And if it wasn’t for Medina she doesn’t think she would let him go back.
Jim never really got into the full situation as to why his mother acted the way she did. It was too much of a sensitive topic for him. But she knew enough to know that his mother wasn’t doing any good for him. Though, she didn’t feel it was her place to say something about it. She didn’t want to anger Jim or make him upset.
And she could see the look of anguish and resistance on Jim’s face each time he the subject was brought up or he had to say goodbye.
They both knew there would be a time when he could stay. He wouldn’t have to leave and go back to a house he would rather not be at. And that thought alone made the goodbyes a little easier.
But when she hadn’t heard from Jim in a few days she became a little more than worried. They saw each other everyday, even if it was for a few seconds, or even a phone call. The two were always together or otherwise talking. But, she hadn’t received a call, or text in the last three days and if she wasn’t afraid of the consequences she might receive from Jim’s mother, she would have went over to his house to check on him.
She did her best to convince herself that he was probably busy. People get busy. Maybe him and Medina went on that surfing trip he was raving about. Or maybe he was hanging out with some of his friends. Just because she was his girlfriend didn’t mean he had to spend every waking minute with her, she knew that. She didn’t expect it. But even if he was busy or didn’t feel up to hanging out he would always let her know.
She tried to stop the horrible ‘what if’s’ that ran through her mind. It being easier said than done as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She turned to look at the clock that sat on her bedside table, sighing at the flashing red 12:00 am. She hadn’t gotten a good nights sleep for the past few days. Her mind too busy. She wished she could turn her it off, at least the negative thoughts. They were not helping the situation.
Her mind was a mess. Words, thoughts, and worries echoed through her head. So much so that she didn’t hear the gentle taps at her window until it was being opened and a dark figure was entering through it.
She quickly snapped out of bed, her fight or flight mode kicking in, her mind going to all of those murder break in shows she’s impulsively watched on tv making her wonder what she could possibly use in her room as a weapon, as she scrambled to the other side of her room, quickly flicking on her bedroom light.
“Shit.” The figure cursed as their foot caught on the window sill and sent them tumbling to the floor.
Once her eyes adjusted to the light change she noted the blue jacket and it didn’t take her long to realize who the perpetrator was.
“Jim?”
He cursed again as he struggled to get his footing. Once he did his eyes met hers. “Hi, babe.” He smiled widely as if he didn’t just give her a heart attack. He pulled himself from the floor, brushing himself off and fixing his jacket.
“What are you doing here?” She sighed in relief, feeling only slightly annoyed from being scared half to death. “I almost hurt you!”
“With that brush?” Jim pointed out with a laugh. She had grabbed the first thing she could find within the dark, not realizing exactly what she had grabbed until the lights were now on.
“It was the first thing I grabbed, it’s dark!” She laughed softly. “This isn’t funny! You really scared me!”
He frowns and walks to her, his arms open to take her within them, wrapping them around her waist once he’s reached her. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I needed to see you.”
She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. Pressing her forehead to his as she closes her eyes, her heart rate coming back down as she breathes slowly. Taking in the moment, his words, his presence, his scent. “I’ve missed you.”
“I know.” He sighs. “And I’m sorry. My mom she was..” He swallows, hesitating. She opens her eyes to look up at him, his face contoured with a mix of sadness and frustration. She gives him an understanding nod.
They didn’t need to talk about it.
“It feels like I haven’t seen you in so long,” she changes the subject. Smiling up at him as she plays with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You saw me three days ago.” He says as if that’s not a century’s time to her.
“Yes, but I need you.” She pouts. “Need to see you everyday, or at least hear from you.”
He laughs softly when her bottom lip pokes out in a pout. He cups her cheek in his hand, his thumb coming to sit below her lip. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you for that long again. I promise.” He smiles and presses a soft kiss to her lips.
She believes him and he means it. He didn’t mean to do it this time. She understood though, how his mom is, how his life is an utter mess right now. The only thing bringing him any kind of solace being her. She was the rock that kept him in his place, kept him steady.
His lips trail from hers to her neck, peppering hot kisses along her exposed skin. “I’ll make it up to you.” His breath is hot against her neck as he speak, his hands already skating down her body. A breathless moan is all she can get out before his hands come to the back of her thighs lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist as their kisses deepen, becoming more hungry, craving. Each kiss a symbolism of how much they missed the other.
Her back makes contact with the surface of her bed as Jim gently places her on it, his body hovering over hers. He wastes no time in removing her shirt, leaving her in her panties and her chest exposed. His lips coming back to her neck as he sucks and nips at the sensitive skin, knowing all the places that make her moan and push her body up into his, her hips rolling up involuntary, looking for any kind of contact.
His finger tips run down her side, leaving paths of electricity in their wake. Her body needy for more, needing to feel the warmth of his skin on hers, needing to feel the pleasuring burn of him entering her.
His fingers come to a stop at her panties. Pushing themselves past the lace material, his thumb skating over her clit, eliciting a loud moan from her lips, her body arching off of the bed, her hands gripping at his sides. He knew all the places to touch her. All the ways she liked her body touched, played with. He knew her inside and out and it wouldn’t take long for him to have her coming for him.
“I want you to show me how much you missed me.” He whispers against her lips. “Show me how much you missed my lips,” he kisses. “Show me how much you missed my fingers.” His thumb rubs a slow circle against her clit. Breathy moans and needy breaths coming from her in heavy puffs against his lips. “Show me how much you missed me fucking you.” His voice is deep and gruff.
The only thing on his mind being to make her come. Whether that be with his fingers, his mouth, or his dick. He was going to make everything up to her, even if it took him all night.
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a/n: this started out cute and fluffy so i had to make it end incredibly dirty because that’s the kind of person I am lmaoo i hope you don’t mind!
Oooo could I add 33 to the Jim ask??? Thank you so much for being super sweet about it 😁❤
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