#jamie winton fanfiction

[jamiewintons]

You Deserve Better (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: You and your toxic boyfriend break up, and your best friend Jamie is there to comfort you.

Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, discussions of toxic relationships/cheating. Reader’s ex bf is named Owen because I legitimately looked up a random name generator and that’s what came up. Sexual references. Misogyny (from the awful boyfriend).

A/N: Based on an anonymous request that reads - "can i request jamie comforting reader after a breakup but he's like He didnt treat u right he wasnt exactly nice to you. and then he confesses he likes u and just some nice comfort plssss". So, I hope that the anon and everyone else who chooses to read this enjoys it very much!

Word Count: 2658

Jamie Tag List: @demontoucansam @the-fandomgremlin @clydethesnake @abloomingspaceship @butlersluvbot

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Jamie had never liked your boyfriend. And it wasn’t because of the massive crush he had harboured for you since not long after the two of you became friends, no matter what Dave tried to say. Well, maybe it was a little bit about that, but Jamie also had plenty of valid reasons to hate the guy. For starters, he was a dick.

You had met Owen - the aforementioned dick of a boyfriend - at work about six months ago. Jamie had never been able to understand what you saw in him. Owen was rude, dismissive, and worst of all, utterly disrespectful of you. He mocked your interests, damaged your self-esteem with his 'opinions' on how you dressed and did your hair, and he especially didn’t approve of you having male friends - though thankfully, you were pretty adamant about keeping your friendships, but it did cause a lot of arguments that would often leave you crying on Jamie’s shoulder. 

Jamie always tried his best to be polite to Owen, even if deep down he hated the guy. He was sure he’d never disliked someone more in his entire life. You deserved to be treated like a princess, and Owen didn’t seem to appreciate how lucky he was to have been chosen by you. Dave often urged Jamie to make a move, but he didn’t want to be one of those weird guys who hit on their female friends. He worried that it would make you think that he’d only befriended you to try and get in your pants, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. When the two of you had met, Jamie was still mourning the disappearance of his wife, Layla, but his feelings of friendship for you slowly turned into romantic ones when he realised how sweet you were, and suddenly he realised you were the most beautiful woman in the world to him. He’d been sure he’d never move on from Layla, but you were the first person to make him want to try again.

But unfortunately, it was Owen that you liked, and not Jamie. All he could do was be a supportive friend and comfort you when you and Owen had yet another fight, but you’d always end up going back to him. It hurt Jamie to see you do that. Even if you didn’t come to the sudden realisation that you loved him, Jamie wanted to see you with someone who would make you happy, rather than someone who reduced you to tears every other week.

When he got your text saying that you and Owen had cheated on you and the two of you had broken up, Jamie couldn’t believe what he was reading. Cheating was a pretty evil thing to do in Jamie’s book as it was, but why the fuck would anyone ever cheat on you? You were smart, sweet, funny… as well as completely gorgeous - the whole package, really. Your only real flaw in Jamie’s eyes was that you didn’t see how wonderful you were (and that was probably part of the reason you ended up dating such a toxic nightmare). What he wouldn’t give to be able to tell you how amazing and beautiful he thought you were… but it would probably come off as weird, since you were just friends and you’d never expressed any romantic interest in him.

It was only about half an hour til the bank shut when Jamie got your text. You were probably the one of the only things in the world Jamie cared about more than his precious routine, so he asked someone else to close up for the night and left in a hurry. He made a quick trip to the shops to buy a tub of your favourite ice-cream - hoping to bring a smile to your face - and then headed straight to your house, knocking on your door and nervously fidgeting with his tie until you answered.

"Thought you might need this," Jamie said when you opened the door, your tear-stained cheeks making his heart ache. You were already wearing pyjamas despite the fact that it was only just after 6.30pm, so you were obviously going through a bit of a spiral. He couldn’t blame you for that after what had happened today.

"Thanks," you sniffled, taking the tub from Jamie’s hands and bringing him inside. You shut the door behind him, and went to place the ice cream on the table before moving back to give Jamie a hug. When you rested your head on his shoulder, he felt his heart melt. It took every ounce of his willpower to not press a gentle kiss to your forehead or run his fingers through your hair. He just wanted to hold you and make you smile again, but after a few moments you pulled away and he couldn’t help but mourn the loss of your body pressed against his. "I wasn’t expecting you to come over so quickly. You’re the best."

"It’s no problem." Jamie’s cheeks flushed a little when you called him 'the best', but he was happy that you didn’t seem to notice. He watched as you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a spoon so that you could start eating the ice cream he’d bought you straight from the tub. When you took your first mouthful of the ice cold dessert, your eyes did brighten ever so slightly. Mission accomplished, he thought to himself. "You’re going through something horrible, and it’s the least I can do as your friend."

"You remembered my favourite ice cream flavour," you mused, and Jamie followed you into the living room so you could sit side by side on the sofa. Then, you stabbed your spoon into the ice cream once again so you could scoop some more out.

"Of course I did." That was a pretty basic thing to remember about someone you’d been close friends with for years, Jamie thought.

"Owen never would have remembered something like that." You released a long, deep sigh of exasperation, looking like you were about to start ranting. Jamie didn’t mind. He knew that you would definitely need to vent after everything that had happened, and besides… he thought you were cute when you started rambling. Ugh, he was so sappy. "He never remembered anything about me. Honestly, I’m surprised he even remembered my name most days."

For the next few minutes, you spoke at length about all of Owen’s flaws. Honestly, it was refreshing to see you speaking your mind about him like this. In the midst of all of you and Owen’s fights while you were still dating, you would blame yourself for all of your relationship issues, no matter how many times Jamie tried to convince you that it wasn’t your fault. So Jamie didn’t interrupt - except to quietly agree with your assessment of the situation - and allowed you all the time you needed to get things off your chest.

"And this is a bit of a TMI, but he was really selfish in bed. Like he did not care whether I enjoyed myself or not. So good luck to that girl I caught him with. Hope she’s good at faking orgasms." You laughed dismissively, and then ate another spoonful of ice cream.

Jamie’s face flushed slightly, partially because of your use of the word orgasm, but mostly because he was trying not to think about the fact that if he had a chance with you, he’d do everything he could to make sure you were satisfied, and— yeah, he needed to not think about that, otherwise he’d have an embarrassing problem on his hands, and he didn’t want to humiliate himself in front of you. Then, what you’d actually said - apart from the bit about sex - sunk in. You’d actually caught Owen with another woman? "Do you, uh… do you want to talk about what happened?" he asked, both because he wanted you to talk about what happened for your own good, but also because it would distract him from thinking about… well, satisfying you. "Only if you feel comfortable."

You sighed again, but this time you sounded tired, defeated. "There’s not much to tell, I suppose…" You dropped your spoon into the tub of ice cream. It seemed like you were all out. Jamie internally scolded himself for not getting you a bigger tub. "I went over to his flat because we’d had lunch plans earlier, and he’d stood me up. Turns out he’d forgotten about me because he was too busy shagging some other woman. I walked in on them in bed together."

Jamie noticed your eyes starting to well with tears as you recalled the story, so he put his arm around you. You seemed to be comforted by the gesture and rested your head on his shoulder again, melting Jamie’s heart once more. God, you were so precious, but he couldn’t think about that right now. You needed a supportive friend, not an idiot fawning over you.

"When they saw I’d walked in, the woman quickly got dressed and left. Once she was gone, Owen and I ended up having another fight." Your voice had begun to get a bit shaky, another sign that you might start crying. Jamie wanted to nip that in the bud - seeing you cry was honestly a heart-shattering sight - but it was what you said next that truly confused him. "When I asked him why he’d cheated, he said that he had every right because I’d cheated first."

"What?" Jamie asked, utterly baffled. That did not sound like you at all, and even if you had cheated, Jamie probably would have known about it already since he was your closest friend and you told him pretty much everything.

"That’s what I said! Then he was like 'Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about', and when I asked him to explain he said 'Don’t pretend that there’s not anything going on between you and that Jamie guy'…" You’d cleaned up what Owen had actually said, since he hadn’t used such kind words to refer to Jamie and you didn’t want him hearing such horrid things being said about him.

Oh Jesus Christ… Jamie thought to himself, his heart pounding fast inside of his ribcage. Owen had actually thought that you and him had some kind of secret affair going on? He couldn’t help but feel like everything you’d gone through today was his fault, since Owen had believed he was justified in cheating because you apparently had already cheated… with him! That was when Jamie realised that you were still talking, and that he should probably get back to listening.

"He said 'Obviously you’re shagging him, because why else would he be hanging around you? It’s not like you’ve got anything else to offer,' and that’s when I told him it was over and I left. Then I came back home and texted you." You took a deep breath, having got to the end of your story. Well, there was something else that you’d wanted to say, but you weren’t sure whether now was the right time.

That certainly had been a lot. Jamie hardly knew what to say. "He’s a dick," was what he settled on saying, and he heard you let out a little riffle that made his heart flutter.

"Yeah, he is," you agreed, and Jamie could tell from your voice that you were smiling.

There was a long silence after that, with you still resting your head on Jamie’s shoulder. It felt so right sitting there with you like that, so close with his arm around your shoulder. It was like this was how things were meant to be. That was probably what possessed Jamie to say what he said next. "You know, I never thought Owen was good enough for you," he said softly, tilting his own head to the side and resting it on top of yours. You didn’t make any attempt to move away, so he assumed you were fine with it.

"I always thought that he was a dick, and he never treated you properly. You deserve someone who remembers your lunch plans and cares about whether you get off or not." He usually wouldn’t just come out and say something like that so plainly, but he was just speaking his mind now and wasn’t thinking too much about how he actually said things. "And you definitely deserve someone who doesn’t go around shagging other women just because he got jealous over something that wasn’t true—"

"It… wasn’t entirely untrue…" you replied, and Jamie sat up straight so that he could look at you.

"What… what do you mean?" Jamie’s heart began to race. Surely you didn’t mean what it sounded like you meant, right? He took a breath to try and keep himself calm, and it annoyed him how shaky it was.

"I mean, I… I have always had a bit of a crush on you…" You admitted, and Jamie was sure that he was dreaming or he was in a coma or something. There was absolutely no way that this was real. He felt you take your head off his shoulder and he looked at your face to try and determine whether you were joking or not.

You were blushing. Did that mean...? "A crush... a crush on me...?" Jamie asked softly, like the idea of anyone - let alone you, the most wonderful person in the world - having a crush on him was absolutely unthinkable.

"Yes, Jamie. I have a crush on you. A big one." You couldn't help but smile. You'd been unsure for a while whether Jamie felt anything beyond friendship for you, but his frankly adorable reaction to you telling him how you feel seemed to confirm that he did. "I have for years."

Jamie's face went completely red, and he was beginning to worry that he was going to faint. "You... you never said anything," he managed after a few moments of stammering uselessly, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

Of course you hadn't said anything! You'd been under the impression that the man was pining for his missing wife since the two of you had met. "I guess... I thought I wasn't good enough for you," you said with a shrug, not wanting to bring up the whole Layla situation if you didn't have to. Before you even had the chance to open your mouth to continue speaking, Jamie was talking again.

"You're not good enough for me?" Jamie shook his head, in complete disbelief. "Love, you're so far out of my league I feel ridiculous even fantasising about you.."

You couldn't help but giggle softly - both at Jamie calling you 'love', and him admitting that he'd fantasised about you. "You fantasise about me a lot, then?" It was hard to resist teasing him, especially when his cheeks flushed like that.

"I... uh..." Jamie rubbed the back of his neck nervously, unable to believe he'd just come out and said something like that to you, especially when you'd only just admitted you liked him. God, he was such an idiot sometimes. He knew that he should say something, do something, anything other than just sit there frozen, but he was at a complete loss.

Luckily, you seemed to know exactly what needed to be done.

The sound that escaped Jamie when he finally felt your lips against his was one of both contentment and relief. It just felt so... right. Like all of those years thinking that he wasn't good enough for you just melted away in an instant. Jamie brought his hands up to cradle your face as you kissed, stroking his thumbs against your cheekbones.

Eventually, the two of you had to pull away from each other, and Jamie could swear that the way you were looking at him right now was almost as good as the kiss. It was like you couldn't think of anywhere in the world you'd rather be than right here, with him - the exact same way he felt about you.

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[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. 

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[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

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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."

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[pink-booty-butts]

Worms (Jamie Winton x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,522

Summary: Jamie and you are friends but you clearly have feelings for each other. Dave and Paula are sick of it so they intervene. And then you fuck :D

Warnings: SMUT! Minors por favor no read. barely proof read bc I’m tired of spending 10million years on a single fic bc I’m too much of a perfectionist lmao sorry y’all

A/N: I really hope the anon who requested this enjoys it!! <333 also I hope Jamie isn’t too ooc cos it’s been a hot minute since I’ve watch YMATA. ty to the lovely and magnificent @notwhateveriwasbefore​ for helping me with the scenario!! I hope you guys enjoy this and it’s not boring omg

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“Alright Paula, let me show you to your room,” Dave says once you go into the bathroom. He stands up, pushing his chair in and linking his arm with hers, intent on doing exactly as he said until Jamie speaks up.

“What’re you doing that for? Mum knows where it is,” he questions. Dave sighs, shaking his head at Jamie’s cluelessness.

“We’re leaving you two alone so you can finally man up and confess your feelings to her,” he explains.

“W-what?” Jamie asks incredulously. “Confess? Are you insane? I can’t just—what if she doesn’t feel the same?” Jamie runs his fingers through his hair, blushing profusely as his mind races with thoughts of the two of you being a couple. Despite being good friends for a while, over the past few months Jamie realized his feelings had developed into something deeper, and it made his heart ache every time he thought about it. Typically he was able to push the thoughts down whenever he was around you—resulting in him rambling about you to Dave sometime later in the day—but now the mention of it has brought all of that crashing down, and you were in the bathroom a few doors away.

“Oh Jamie, sweetheart,” Paula starts. “Of course she feels the same! She was looking at you the whole time during dinner, I don’t know how you didn’t notice it.”

“Really?” he asks, cheeks tinting a darker shade of pink at the mere implication that you already felt the same way. Could it really be possible?

“Yes really,” Dave replies in a monotone voice as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re confessing tonight because we’re sick of the two of you being so clueless. If you don’t, I’ll…put worms in your bed.”

Jamie raises an eyebrow at Dave’s threat, only to be met with a shrug as though Dave didn’t know where that idea came from either. Seeing and hearing both Dave and Paula insist on confessing to you made him consider it deeply; perhaps the risk was worth it if both of them were telling him he should.

“Okay,” he nods to himself, finalizing his decision. His heartbeat quickens instantly, the finality of his decision causing nerves to spread through his body. He eyes a bottle of alcohol on the kitchen counter and grabs it, pouring himself a shot and downing it quickly.

Dave comes up to him smiling, grabbing him by the shoulders like a proud father. “That’s my boy, Jamie!” He grins, and Jamie looks slightly to his side and reciprocates with a nervous smile of his own. “You’re probably going to need more than one though.”

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You glance at yourself in the mirror while washing your hands, contemplating your options. You chew on your lip, questioning whether you should make the first move or not. Your rational mind was telling you no, telling you that you shouldn’t throw away your beautiful friendship with Jamie over some silly old romantic feelings. Unfortunately, your rational mind was being swiftly overtaken by your intoxicated brain, which was screaming yes. Partially because you had strong feelings for him, but also because he looked so attractive during dinner that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. That voice was so much louder than any other one in your brain, and it told you to go for it. These feelings had been eating away at you for months, and you were tired of it. If worse comes to worse, you can always move to New Zealand or something and start over.

With this plan in mind, you take a deep breath in and mentally prepare yourself with what you’re going to say to Jamie. Once you feel ready, you walk out of the bathroom and back into the dining room. You notice everyone has scattered, but you hear some dishes moving about in the kitchen, and when you enter to follow the source of the noise you are greeted with the sight of Jamie washing dishes. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the jacket he was wearing earlier was nowhere to be seen. His hair was falling a little in front of his face as he bent down to scrub some particularly stuck on food off of one of his supposedly non-stick pans. Could he get any more attractive?

“Hey,” you say; making your presence known. Jamie looks up and smiles at the sight of you. You notice his cheeks are a little red, most likely feeling embarrassed that he didn’t notice you were there, you assume. Classic Jamie.

“Hey,” he responds back. He turns the faucet off and leans agains the counter, looking at you with a pleased gaze, as if he was grateful to be in your presence. His heart ached with the need to touch you, but he couldn’t do so until he got the words out. He didn’t want worms in his bed, after all. “I wanted to talk to you about something, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah of course, what’s up?” you ask. You were hoping to get the words out as soon as possible, but perhaps now wasn’t the time if something was wrong. Oh well.

“Well,” he drawls, taking a few steps closer to you. You notice he gets really close; so close you can feel his breath fanning your face. Something was clearly up, normally Jamie was very concerned with other people’s personal space, yet here he was mere centimeters away from you. Your heart was racing, how did you never notice how good he smells?

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while,” he starts, taking a gulp of air. Though the five shots he took were definitely boosting his confidence, there was still a small part of him that knew there was no way he would’ve done this if he was sober. His eyes flick up, away from the floor as he looks directly into your eyes. His eyes meet yours and it almost looks like he’s searching for something, and you figure he somehow finds it because he breaks out into a small, nervous smile. “I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stops. Everything stops. The ticking clock and the drip from the faucet are no where to be found in the foreground of background noise; the whole world is silent. It’s just you and Jamie, in this moment, the earth stopped spinning. You weren’t sure if you wanted to scream, or cry, or bounce up and down with joy and relief, and as the silence faded away and noise returned, all you could think to say was: “Oh.”

“Oh?” He questions. His confidence seemingly disappears instantly, as your response was clearly indicative of a rejection in his mind. His face and reply seemingly snap you out of your love-drunk stupor, and you realize what has happened.

“Oh! Like, oh my god! I was just going to tell you the same thing,” you admit. “I was hyping myself up in the bathroom, trying to figure out how to tell you, and it looks like you beat me to it,” you chuckle.

“Oh,” he says again, stunned. He just experienced every emotion in the past five minutes. “Well,” he starts nervously, taking another step closer to you and grabbing your hands in his. “I guess this means we’re not friends anymore.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you smile fondly. Jamie glances at your lips, eyes widening at the idea of kissing them. Since the two of you just confessed your love to each other, that meant he could kiss you now, right?

Though he wants to do nothing more than kiss you passionately, he was still feeling a little unsure of himself. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. You nod, and Jamie immediately presses his lips against yours. As your lips glide along each other’s, you can’t help but acknowledge how perfect this moment is. Jamie wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer into him so you’re pressed flush against him. He holds you firmly, but gently. The only thought in his head was the word finally; as though he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life.

Eventually, the two of you had to separate for air, but Jamie presses his forehead against yours. After months of pining and daydreaming, the last thing he wanted to do was be apart from you. “That was amazing,” he lets out in between deep breaths.  The two of you lean against each other for another moment, before you lean back in for another kiss, which Jamie eagerly reciprocates.

This one was much more passionate than the first, almost as if the first kiss unlocked something deeper, more carnal within Jamie. Not that you were complaining, because you felt the same way. You kissed him harder, licking his bottom lip and asking for entrance. He gladly gave it to you, allowing your tongues to dance with one another gently and sloppily. He moaned lightly into the kiss, lightly pressing his fingertips deeper into your hips. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer, and as you do so you notice how much warmer it seems to have gotten all of a sudden. There was only one thing you wanted right now, and you were hellbent on getting it.

“Jamie,” you pant, separating your mouth from his. You notice his lips are slightly swollen and his face is flushed, his hair and shirt disheveled from your passionate kissing. “I know we just confessed and everything, but I need you right now,” you announce, trying to put on your best bedroom eyes for him. You look down to see his cock straining out of his pants, knowing he wanted this just as badly as you did.

Jamie looks confused for a moment, but then his face goes a deep, deep red once he understands your insinuation. You smirk at his shyness, throwing your arms around him and starting to trail kisses along his neck. You notice he’s gotten much warmer as well. You trail your hand up his stomach to the top button of his shirt—intent on unbuttoning it—when a large hand stops you. “W-we can’t,” he croaks.

You take a step back and look at him, raising an eyebrow due to your confusion. “Why not?” you ask. You look back between his legs, just to make sure you hadn’t imagined his erection earlier. “We both want this.”

“I just don’t feel comfortable doing… that when you’re intoxicated,” he admits. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because I do. I just want to make sure you really want me too, and it’s not just the alcohol talking.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously, his anxiety skyrocketing. He knows he just blew his chance of enacting all of his shameful fantasies with you that he thought about when he was having his alone time, but he was still Jamie, and he didn’t want to take advantage of you.

Your eyes soften. Though you were of course disappointed you would get to quell the ache in your lower stomach, you were touched. This was the man you fell in love with after all, and you could never be upset with Jamie for being Jamie. “I understand,” you answer. You let your hands trail downwards, and he grabs them before you can pull away.

“You should spend the night though,” he adds. “We can cuddle, and if you’re still up for it tomorrow, then we can, you know,” he admits, blushing once again. You grin, you were going to have too much fun with Jamie being a blushing mess talking about sex.

“Okay,” you agree. Though it wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, cuddling with your new boyfriend was certainly an amazing way to end the night.

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You groggily open your eyes due to the sunlight filling the room. For a moment you were confused, your sleep-addled brain getting the best of you. But then you felt a warm presence pressed against your back, arms and legs wrapped around yours tightly as if he was afraid you would disappear in the middle of the night. You feel lips press against your neck briefly, and you smile in response.

“Good morning,” a deep, morning-voice says to you softly. Jamie wrapped his arms around you tighter for a moment, worried that last night was all a dream. Or perhaps just a result of the alcohol, and as soon as you knew what was going on, you would bolt out the door and he would never see you again. As a result he wanted to cherish this moment of you in his arms for as long as he could.

“Good morning,” you yawn, the smile evident in your voice.

“Was last night real?” Jamie asks against your neck. “Did we really…?”

“Yeah,” you affirm. You lift your arm up to touch his, though due to him caging you in, it was a bit impossible. “I love you, Jamie.”

“I love you too,” he says, finally lifting his head up to look at you. He smiles widely. His deep, brown eyes are sparkling with love and adoration and relief. He brings one of his hands up to your cheek and leans in to kiss you, smiling the whole time. You start smiling too, and this causes the two of you to giggle into your kiss before you both pull away.

“So,” you start while giving Jamie a wide smirk. “Do you still want to, ya know?”

Jamie blushes, letting out a quick and overly enthusiastic “Yes!” before adding a nervous, stammering, “Only if you want to though, of course.”

“Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked,” you laugh. You lean in to kiss Jamie again, and he reciprocates eagerly. “I’ve thought about this so many times, you have no idea,” you admit.

“Me too,” Jamie replies in between eager kisses. His kisses grow more and more passionate. Despite wanting to be gentle with you, Jamie couldn’t deny his deep, all-consuming desire to be inside of you right now. His hands slip down your waist to your legs, currently covered by a pair of pink boxers he let you borrow. His thumbs slide underneath the waistband, wanting to feel your skin desperately.

“You can take them off,” you tell him breathily, before kissing him again. He slides the boxers down as he reciprocates your kiss, knowing each one was sending him further and further down a spiral of addiction to your lips. He tosses the boxers onto the floor of his bedroom, mentally anticipating the next time he gets to see you wearing his clothes. He adjusts himself to hover over you, trailing kisses from your mouth to your jaw and to the side of your neck, giving featherlight nips as his hand slides against the wet fabric of your underwear. You take a sharp intake of breath as he touches your most sensitive area, and Jamie takes this as encouragement as he decides to put a little bit more pressure against your folds while he glides his fingers against your underwear.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” he admits. “I’m not sure if I even remember how to.”

“That’s okay,” you reassure him. “You’ll have plenty more opportunities to practice.” Jamie blushes at the insinuation of the two of you doing this again, or even frequently. Now that you two were together, how often would you have sex, he wondered? Would it be irregular due to your longstanding friendship, or would you two fuck like rabbits now that the unspoken barrier had been lifted?

You bring your hand up to the back of his head and pull him towards you again, sliding your tongue in his mouth after a moan causes his lips to part. Your other hand eagerly reaches for his dick, stroking it slowly through the fabric of his sleepwear. Your impatience eventually gets the best of you and you slide your hand inside and began touching him directly. Though you knew Jamie was big, nothing could prepare you for your hand barely being able to wrap around it. You moan at the thought of it being inside of you, and Jamie takes that opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue, wanting to reciprocate some of the pleasure you were providing him. You move your hand faster, using some of the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock as lubrication, which causes Jamie to groan in your mouth and buck into your hand. His head lowers to your neck, panting and moaning against your skin as he struggles to hold himself upright above you. Then he suddenly grabs your hand and wrenches it away from his throbbing dick.

“Not yet,” he whines. “I want this to last.” Jamie slips his hand underneath your panties, not bothering to remove them. He slides one of his long fingers in, pumping it in and out slowly, watching your face carefully due to his insecurity. When he sees you keen eagerly, he adds another finger, crooking them gently and and expertly. You moan breathily, and Jamie can’t help himself and dives in for another kiss. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells you between kisses. While continuing to finger you, he takes the opportunity to slide his hand underneath your shirt, grateful he didn’t have to awkwardly attempt to take off your bra, seeing as you had already done so to slip into Jamie’s shirt the night before. He reachers for your breast, cupping it gently and twirling your nipple with his fingers. When he inserts a third finger inside you he also switches his hand to your other breast, giving it some much needed attention.

“Jamie,” you gasp. “Stop teasing, I need to feel you.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he protests. He takes his fingers outside of your slick cunt anyways, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping a few times to lubricate it. He lines up with your entrance and pushes in slowly, groaning at the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him. You squirm as he reaches deeper inside of you. You knew he was big from touching him earlier, but no amount of prep could prepare you from the insane stretch you were experiencing right now trying to accommodate him. “Fuck,” you hear Jamie say quietly, barely over the sound of your focus on his cock stretching you more than you thought was possible. Once fully inside of you he pauses for a moment, knowing if he proceeded further he would most certainly blow his load immediately. Once you adjust a little you wrap your legs around his waist in an effort to make him move; you probably could’ve stood to wait longer, but the promise of finally doing what you’ve been fantasizing about was too tempting.

“Move please,” you demand weakly. Jamie chuckles, readjusting his position to kiss you before he starts moving.

“Who put you in charge?” he asks teasingly. He doesn’t wait for an answer though as he begins moving his hips slowly and nipping at your neck. If you thought the stretch before was difficult, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock going in and out of you. He toyed with your breast, nipped at your neck, and though his pace was slow he was sure to make sure you took every inch of him with each thrust; over and over again. As your moans grew and Jamie began to struggle to fend off his orgasm, his hand relented its assault on your breast and moved to your clit. His thrusts grew slightly faster as he began rubbing circles with his thumb, desperate to feel you milk his cock. Your whines and moans grow louder as Jamie showers you with praise, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.

“Please,” he pants. “Come for me,” he asks, and that was enough for you to go over the edge; your vision blinded with dark spots as your back arched off the mattress. Jamie collapses on top of you after experiencing much of the same, your orgasm having caused your cunt to tighten around his cock so forcefully that he was overwhelmed with pleasure, moaning into your neck without realizing.

The two of you pant desperately for air to reach your lungs. Jamie falls to your side and wraps his arms around you again, holding you tightly as if to remember this was real and not another one of his vivid dreams. You lay there in each other’s comforting embrace for a few moments; enjoying the silence. Once your breathing slows down you hear your stomach growl quietly. You laugh, and Jamie lifts his head up from your chest to look up at you, giving you the cutest smile you’ve seen in your whole life.

“We should probably get some breakfast, love.” You nod in agreement and his smile widens, leaning in for one last kiss against your lips before you get ready for the rest of the day.

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[jamiewintons]

Separation Anxiety (Jamie Winton/Reader)

Summary: You have to go away on a trip for work, and Jamie misses you. A lot.

Tags/Warnings: A bit of angst, eventual fluff, Jamie/Layla mentions and one Jamie/Layla flashback.

A/N: I’m back, baby!! To the anon that requested this, I hope you enjoy, and also that your bf comes back to you soon (if he hasn’t already). This is the first thing I’ve written in quite a long time, so I hope it’s passable haha. As always, reblogs, comments and asks are very much appreciated!

Word Count: 1808

Jamie Tag List: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @jamiewintonmybeloved, @clydethesnake, @alinearecta, @notwhateveriwasbefore.

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Jamie would never try and tell you what you could or couldn’t do. You needed to go on this trip for your job, and of course he wasn’t going to try and make you stay behind purely because of his own anxiety. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried. After losing Layla all those years ago, he was sure that he’d never fall in love again, but you were the one who proved him wrong. If he lost you too, well… he wasn’t sure what would happen, but he knew it wouldn’t be good.

Nothing bad was going to happen to you, he told himself over and over. It was only a week long trip, and you promised to call him every night, so you could talk about your day. Hearing your voice through the phone soothed his anxieties, but he longed to have you back in his arms, safe and sound. Each day at work he would stare at his phone background - a photo of the two of you together, and the way you’re looking at him makes his heart melt - trying to stop himself from thinking that something could happen.

On Friday, you were due back, and Jamie was in a good mood all day. As soon as he got home from work he was planning everything for your return - preparing your favourite dinner, with candles and a bottle of wine you’d been saving for a special occasion -but just before your plane was due to take off, he heard his phone ringing. Your name and photo popped up on his phone screen, and he picked it up and answered immediately.

“Hey, love,” Jamie said into the phone, smiling so widely that his cheeks were already starting to ache with effort.

“Hi, Jamie… I have some bad news,” you said into the phone, letting out a sigh. Jamie felt his heart rate picking up as he considered every possible terrifying scenario that could have occurred. What if you were robbed and lost your ticket, meaning you couldn’t get on the plane? Or you got kidnapped and were ringing him with the kidnapper’s demands? Or— Jamie took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down so he could just talk to you.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, trying not to sound like the complete nervous wreck that he was. He paced around the room, his palms sweating as he clutched the phone to his ear. “Are you okay?”

“I’m safe, babe, don’t worry. But my flight’s been cancelled. Something about some storm that’s brewing. So I’m not going to be home for a couple more days; Monday, probably.” Jamie felt his heart sink and some tears well up in his eyes when he heard this. You weren’t going to be back with him tonight, or tomorrow or the next day… he’d have to wait until Monday to see you again. He was silent for a few moments, until your voice broke him out of his trance. “Jamie? Are you alright?”

“Y-yes! Of course, I’m fine,” Jamie lied, his voice breaking slightly. He wiped away some tears from his cheek with the hand he wasn’t using to hold his phone. “I was just looking forward to seeing you again. But after a week apart, what’s a couple more days?”

The two of you spoke for a few more minutes, while Jamie tried to sound as cheerful as possible. He didn’t want you to feel guilty, it's not like the storm was your fault, but he couldn’t help but feel upset. Eventually you ended the conversation, both saying ‘I love you’ to each other, before hanging up the phone.

Once you’d hung up, Jamie put his phone down on the kitchen counter. He sighed heavily, burying his face in his hands, trying to keep himself from crying. Taking a few deep breaths, he looks around the kitchen at the dinner he’d been preparing. It wasn’t going to last until you got back on Monday, so he’d have to cook it for himself and eat it alone. He put the wine away and blew out the candles. It would be a bit silly to eat alone with this romantic setup. Once the dinner was cooked, he sat down at the dining table, eating as much as he could. Jamie found that he wasn’t that hungry, so he barely ate a few mouthfuls before putting the leftovers away in the fridge.

Jamie went to bed early, but it took him longer than usual to get to sleep. He found himself staring at the photo of you that he kept on the bedside table, stroking his thumb over the image of your face as he wished you were there beside him, wrapped up in his arms. After what felt like forever, he drifted off into a dreamless and somewhat fitful slumber, until he awoke the next day.

Saturday and Sunday weren’t particularly interesting. He’d made a few plans for the two of you to spend time together, so without you there, he was somewhat directionless. Dave quickly noticed that Jamie was wallowing, and convinced him to play some video games for a bit to distract himself. But Jamie wasn’t too enthusiastic, and ended up giving up after about 20 minutes of Dave destroying him in Super Smash Bros. He talked to you on the phone both nights, which made him feel a bit calmer for a while, allowing him to get to sleep.

On Monday, Jamie was anxiously excited for you to return. Your flight was due at around 3pm, so he planned on taking the rest of the day off work once he’d picked you up. He couldn’t keep himself from staring at the clock on his phone, which made the hours feel infinitely slower. It got to the point where he ended up putting his phone away so he’d stop staring at it, but once he’d done that, he just kept glancing at his watch instead.

Jamie arrived at the airport at around 2pm. He knew that it was probably too early for him to be there, but he wanted to make sure he was there on time to see you as soon as you walked through the gate. Besides, he’d wait as long as he needed to if it meant seeing you again.

Then, it was 3pm. Your plane hadn’t landed yet, and Jamie felt his heart begin to race again. If he were in a more logical state of mind, he’d tell himself that planes were late all of the time; it wasn’t a big deal. But in reality, it was at that moment - when he looked over towards the coffee shop - that he started to think about the last time he was here. Probably the most terrifying day of his life.

~

Jamie had a massive grin on his face as he and Layla - just back from their two week-long honeymoon - stepped through the gate into the bustling airport. Layla had been very quiet on the flight back, like there was something on her mind, but when Jamie asked she insisted that she was just tired.

As they walked towards the front doors of the airport, eager to start their married life together properly, Layla stopped in her tracks all of a sudden. Jamie stopped as well, looking down at her in concern.

“How about I go and grab us some coffee, and you bring the car around. I think we both need some caffeine after that flight. Meet you outside?” Layla suggested, and Jamie leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

“Of course, love.” He gently pushed some stray strands of hair away from her face, looking at her with an adoring gaze. “Don’t be gone too long. I’ll miss you.”

Little did Jamie know those would be the last words he’d say to his wife of only two weeks. Layla never came back with the coffee, and Jamie had spent almost five hours outside, sitting in the car, hoping that she’d return. But she didn’t.

~

As Jamie thought of that day - the day that had ruled his life, and had convinced him that he could never be happy again until he met you - he slipped into an almost trance-like state as he relived the horrible memory. He didn’t even realise that some tears had been forming in his eyes until he heard a familiar voice speaking to him, which snapped him back to reality.

“Are you okay, babe?” you asked, as you looked up at him with brows furrowed in concern. Jamie felt his heart leap with joy as he saw you, and without even thinking, he cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours, savouring the feeling of your presence once again.

Once Jamie pulled back from the kiss, he couldn’t keep the massive grin off his face, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m wonderful, love. Absolutely wonderful. You’re here - what could be better than that?”

“Aww, Jamie. You’re so sweet,” you said with a giggle, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. Jamie looked down at your joined hands and smiled, his heart warming at the sight. Somehow, this simple touch made up for the time you’d been apart, and suddenly, all he could feel was happiness.

“I missed you so much. I know it was only a week and a bit, but it felt like forever,” Jamie admitted, his cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. He didn’t want to sound too needy or clingy, but he knew it was important to let you know how he felt.

“I know! It was awful!” you replied, letting out an exasperated sigh. Jamie took your suitcase and carried it as the two of you walked out of the airport, towards his car. “When they told me about that storm, I nearly had a breakdown because all I wanted was to come back home to you. You know, I don’t think I want to spend one more night without you beside me.”

Jamie’s eyes widened, but once he recovered from the initial shock, his expression softened. “Love, is that your way of asking if we can move in together?”

“Maybe,” you said bashfully, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I mean, if that would be okay with you.”

“Of course it’s okay with me, more than okay. It sounds perfect.” Jamie’s entire body felt warm, thanks to the joy of knowing you felt the exact same way he did. He wanted to pick you up and spin you around, but he decided it was best to resist the urge, since you were in the airport car park.

“I love you, Jamie,” you told him softly as the two of you packed your luggage into the boot of Jamie’s car.

“I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything.”

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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]

Peace & Quiet (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: You’re dealing with sensory overload, and Jamie helps you out.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff. Autistic!Reader. Autistic!Jamie Winton.

A/N: This isn't much, but I’ve been going through a lot of sensory overload over the holiday season and having certain members of my family not care. So I like to imagine Jamie caring for me to cope 😌. Hope you enjoy!! (Disclaimer: This is based on my own experiences with autism and sensory overload.)

Word Count: 567

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While you were on the drive home from the supermarket, Jamie already knew how you were feeling, without you even saying anything. You often had trouble speaking when you were like this, so Jamie was glad that he knew the signs.

The supermarket had been particularly busy today, bustling with lots of people, and he could see your stress growing each time someone brushed past you. He knew very well that somehow, the sound of people talking loudly made the lights seem too bright to bear. He knew because he had days like this too.

In the car, Jamie made sure to turn the radio’s volume down to 0, and tried to keep as quiet as possible. Your gaze was fixed on your hands, resting in your lap, your expression essentially blank as the two of you made your way home.

Once he’d pulled up in the driveway, Jamie walked around to your side of the car and opened the door for you. You looked up at him and he gave you a sweet smile. “Why don’t you go inside and sit down, love? I’ll bring the shopping in,” he told you in a soft voice.

Though you still weren’t feeling up to talking, you gave Jamie a look that he knew meant “Are you sure?”

“It’s fine, there’s only a couple of bags. Just go and make yourself comfortable, alright?”

You reached your hand out to brush against the fabric of Jamie’s jacket, an expression of gratitude, and most importantly, love. After you got out of the car, he walked you to the door and unlocked it, allowing you to walk inside. As Jamie went back out to collect the groceries, you went and practically collapsed on the sofa. You still felt a little bad for not helping him, but at the same time, so thankful for how much he cared for you.

You weren’t sure how long you were sitting there, but out of the corner of your eye you could see Jamie walking around the room, closing the curtains so that the light from outside didn’t bother you. After he was finished with that, he disappeared for a moment, before reentering the room, and kneeling down on the carpet in front of you.

“Love, do you want your blanket?” he asked, and you saw that in his hands, he was holding your weighted blanket. You nodded, and Jamie carefully placed the blanket on top of you, and already, you could feel it helping. “Do you want me to sit with you?” He knew that sometimes you just wanted to be alone in times like this, but once again, you nodded.

Jamie took his place on the sofa beside you and immediately, you moved yourself closer to him and rested your head against his shoulder. His hand came to rest on top of your head, beginning the gentle, rhythmic stroking of your hair that never failed to help you feel calm.

“Thanks Jamie,” you mumbled, once the two of you had been sitting there in silence for some time. Though your eyes were still closed, you smiled when you felt Jamie’s lips press gently against your forehead.

“No need to thank me, love. I’m just doing exactly what you do for me,” Jamie whispered, as you adjusted your weighted blanket so he was underneath it as well. “But I am glad that I could help.”

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[pink-booty-butts]

Pranked (Jamie Winton x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,455

Summary: You and Dave low-key ignore Jamie and he is sad

Warnings: SMUT. Minors go away please!! Size kink?? Reader talks about Jamie’s massive dick a lot cos she’s a mood. Handjob. Oral. Fingering. The whole shebang. Kinda basically soft dom Jamie cos I’m lazy irl #sorrynotsorry

A/N: WHAT’S UP GANG, IT’S JAMIE JANUARY!! I wanted to write kinda jealous Jamie, but i think he just ended up being insecure lol. i really hope there’s not any major grammatical errors cos i’m tired of re-reading this lmao. This is very self indulgent bc I relate to Dave on a spiritual level and would wanna prank Jamie with him all the time :D i hope you all like it! <3 (also tagging @demontoucansam​, idk if i should make a taglist?? lol)

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“Alright, I think that’s the last of it,” Dave declares as he pushes the trunk of your car down to lock it. The two of you high-five in the driveway, giggling at the thought of what Jamie’s reaction to your prank might be. Before you have time to come up with hypotheticals, you see Jamie’s car coming around the corner. You panic and quickly shoo Dave inside.

“Act natural!” you warn. You both run to the living room couch after slamming the front door closed, practically jumping on it to assume casual positions before Jamie walks in. Dave turns the TV back on and you grab two video game controllers, nearly knocking Dave in the face when you toss his over to him. You hear Jamie’s keys jingle in the door right when the two of you start up another match. You glance over to Dave who is looking at you with a similar expression; pure relief that you were able to get everything in order just in time.

“I’m home,” Jamie announces while taking his shoes off. You continue your match while providing exaggerated commentary, hoping to keep up the illusion of having been doing this for a while. Though the two of you have only been at it for a few minutes, both of you are extremely competitive and get sucked into the game instantly. Hearing your voices, Jamie makes his way into the living room.

You see Jamie sit down next to you from the corner of your eye, his thigh brushing yours as he does so. You smile in his direction and are about to say something to greet him, but  you are interrupted when Dave shoves your shoulder with his in an attempt to break your concentration.

“Hey!” you laugh. You flick your eyes back to the TV screen without saying anything to Jamie; intent on beating Dave as payback. You narrow your eyes at the screen and press the buttons furiously.

Jamie’s face falls. He knows you’re probably not intentionally ignoring him right now, but it still stings. He chalks up his sensitivity to having a stressful day at the bank and hopes that you will spend time with him later. He puts his hands on his knees and stands up, but not before giving you another hopeful glance. You don’t see it—still immersed in your video game—and he feels another blow hit his chest. He starts feeling self-conscious about you and Dave having fun and him being sad and clingy, so he decides to leave the room before ruining the mood further.

“Ha, I won!” You express triumphantly, pushing Dave on the shoulder as retribution for his shove from earlier. Dave laughs and falls back against the couch.

“That’s cause you cheated,” he accuses.

“Oh my god, how did I cheat?” You ask defensively. “If anyone cheated it was you, you literally pushed me!”

You argue with Dave for a while about the technical details of your video game match. Once your verbal sparring starts to get more heated, you stop and realize Jamie isn’t in the room with you anymore. Dave is about to victoriously declare his success due to your speechlessness, but stops himself once he realizes the reason why.

“Where’d he go?” you ask Dave, though you’re facing away from him and peering around the living room entrance. Right when you ask that you hear a squeaking noise coming from the bathroom, letting you both know the water was just turned on. You turn your head to look at Dave again and he gives you a guilty look. “I’m gonna...” you start awkwardly, standing up and pointing in the direction of Jamie’s bedroom.

“Yeah,” Dave replies quickly. “Go do that. I’ll deal with this,” he gestures to the mess in the living room. Though you had only been playing games for a few minutes, the living room was a bit of a disaster with bags of chips and empty cups on the coffee table. The two of you hadn’t pranked Jamie in a while, and as such it took a lengthy brainstorming session to get the creative juices flowing. Both you and Dave thought your current prank was genius and were baffled that you hadn’t thought of it before, but now it only contributed to your nervousness as you worried about Jamie’s sense of humor if he was upset.

You walk past the bathroom and go into Jamie’s bedroom. You sit on the edge of the bed and look around, trying to calm yourself down with the familiarity. There were a lot of pictures of the two of you around his room, and some of your clothes were lazily strewn about. Though Jamie was a neat person, he typically didn’t mind your clothes being all over the place for some reason. Despite this, you decide to stand up and organize them into a pile, giving you something else to focus on as you waited for him to come back into his room.

Jamie walks into the room with a towel around his waist but stops at the threshold once he sees you in there. You are facing away from him, folding your clothes and stacking them on his desk chair. He looks down at the floor before speaking.

“Are you leaving?” he asks worriedly. You jump at the sound of his voice and turn around to face him.

“No, of course not!” you exclaim. “I mean, unless you want me to. But I just thought I’d clean up a bit.” You fiddle with your fingers as if they’re the most interesting things in the world, and Jamie leans against his doorway. You notice his mournful expression, so you decide to speak again. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Jamie tenses at your question, not wanting to admit his true feelings. Though his sour mood began at work, walking in and seeing you and Dave together reminded him of the thoughts he’s been ruminating on for the past month or so. He knows you and Dave would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, nor would you cheat on him, but sometimes he felt left out when it was the three of you together. You and Dave just clicked in ways that Jamie didn’t understand sometimes, despite him knowing Dave for much longer than you. It was a feeling that has been persisting for a while, but he still didn’t have the courage to talk to you about it. A week ago he asked Dave if he ever got into arguments with you, and when Dave told him he couldn’t recall any, Jamie felt even worse about himself. Jamie got into small arguments with you now and then, did that mean you weren’t compatible?

He worried if he asked you about it you would realize that perhaps you did have feelings for Dave. Or even worse, you would realize Jamie was boring compared to you and Dave, and you would seek out someone who could better match your energy. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiles, though you can tell it’s forced. “Just had a bad day at work.” He pushes himself off the doorway and walks into his room. He closes the door, and when he’s facing away from you he shuts his eyes tightly to prevent tears from falling. He blinks them away and hopes you don’t notice.  

You sit down on the edge of the bed, some of your anxiety dissipating at hearing you aren’t the cause of him being upset. You can still tell something is off though, so you try to press the matter gently. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask hesitantly.

Jamie mistakes your hesitant tone for annoyance and shakes his head when he faces you. It stung, but your question made some other feelings arise within him. Maybe this is why you and Dave got along better; because neither of you talked about your feelings. The two of you were more prone to burying your emotions behind fake smiles and silly jokes, something that annoyed Jamie to no end, but maybe he needs to put more effort into being less sensitive about things.

“No, I’d rather not,” he lies. He feels bad, but maybe if he pretends to be okay, he will be. Fake it til you make it and all that jazz. He can’t help wanting to be close to you though, so he walks towards you and sits down next to you. His hand reaches towards your own hands sitting in your lap, but he pulls it back, feeling unsure of himself. He tries to play it off by pulling at the fuzz on the towel around his waist. “Can we cuddle though?” he asks hopefully. Then he remembers you and Dave were in the middle of playing a game, and he preemptively tenses at the fear of being rejected again. “Unless you and Dave are busy…” he trails off.

You chuckle at his request. “Of course we can cuddle.” You scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, light water droplets falling onto your hands from his damp hair. You bring your face closer to his and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Who cares about Dave? You’re my boyfriend, Jamie. You’re my number one priority.”

Jamie smiles and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buries his face in your neck; hoping if he gets closer to you physically he can get rid of his anxious thoughts. You wrap your legs around his waist and fall backwards onto the bed, pulling him with you. Jamie lifts his head from your neck to look down at you, relieved to see you smiling at him. He didn’t have to talk about it with you. As long as you kept smiling at him like that he could pretend those feelings didn’t exist. He shifts his body closer to the head of the bed so he was laying down fully, and you follow. Jamie wraps his arms around your back and rests his head on top of yours, closing his eyes contentedly. You wrap your arms around his waist and tangle your legs with his, which ended up being slightly difficult due to his awkward towel placement. Your nose is pressed up against his naked chest and you enjoy the fresh smell of his body wash, while he delights in the comfort of your embrace after a long, grueling day.

An impatient knock on Jamie’s bedroom door startles the two of you. Jamie opens his eyes quickly but doesn’t move from his position. You’re about to lift your head to investigate, but he pulls you closer into him to prevent you from doing so.

“What?” he yells at the door, annoyed at being interrupted.

“Sorry mate, just wanted to let Y/N know she left her phone on the table,” says Dave’s muffled voice. Jamie clenches his teeth, standing up abruptly and stomping over to the door. He swings it open forcefully, snatching your phone from Dave’s hand and slamming the door in his face (You hear a small ‘ow’ as a result). He slaps your phone on his desk before pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. You lean on your elbow and lift your upper body to look at him from the bed, startled by Jamie’s display of anger.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed carefully, wanting to assess the situation. You take a few, short steps toward Jamie. Once you reach him, you place your hands on his biceps. You look up at him, giving him a concerned look that he can't yet see. He sighs and lets his arms fall, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Talk to me,” you demand softly. Jamie’s heart clenches at the anticipation of his worst fears about to come true. He looks away and stares at the wall, not able to face you.

“It’s-it’s nothing,” he stutters, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to control himself. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and his hands move to rub them away. You beat him to it and grab his face, forcing him to look at you again.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” you whisper. You were worried, you have never seen Jamie like this before and you didn’t know what to do about it. You drop your hands from his face to his hands, tugging him towards the bed to sit down. Once he does, you sit down across from him slowly, not wanting to give the impression that you are impatient for him to respond. Jamie looks down, a tear rolling down his cheek as he avoids looking at you.

“Do you… like Dave?” he questions, his voice cracking. Your eyes widen in response. Though his question could suggest friendship, his reaction said it all. Suddenly, his behavior over the past few weeks all made sense and you had an epiphany. How did you not notice this before?

“No,” you answer. Jamie’s watery eyes shoot up to look at you in response. “I mean, as a friend yeah, but not like that. I can’t believe you’d think that Jamie, that’s gross,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood. Maybe it was inappropriate considering the circumstances though, so you attempt to explain yourself. “He’s like a brother to me. I mean, can you imagine? Well I guess you’d have to, to be thinking like this. But that relationship would be a complete nightmare. We’d burn ourselves out, get on each other’s nerves way too much, and probably kill each other. If we had kids, we’d probably lose them in the grocery store and go to jail.” You continue rambling and Jamie chuckles, feeling relieved at your honesty and attempt to cheer him up. He places his hand on your thigh and rubs gentle circles into your sweatpants, causing you to stop. You place your hand on top of his reassuringly and bring your other hand to his face once more. “Sorry Jamie, I hate to tell you this but you got stuck with me after our first date.”

“Do you mean that?” Jamie asks, still slightly anxious. His other hand comes up to hold yours to his face, and he squeezes it gently to reassure himself that this moment is real.

“Yeah, I do,” you smile, gently caressing Jamie’s cheek with your thumb. “I love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. Much less Dave,” you exaggerate your face when you say Dave’s name to a look of disgust, wanting Jamie to understand how horrible you find the insinuation that you would be romantically interested in his best friend.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, relaxing against your hand. He looks at you lovingly, feeling guilty that he ever thought you would leave him. “But I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. You two aren’t that irresponsible.”

You let out an insincere laugh, amused by his statement. “The only reason we’re not that bad is because of you, Jamie.” You maneuver yourself into Jamie’s lap and hug him tightly, holding onto him like a sloth on a branch. He wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling.

The towel around Jamie’s waist does little to hide his growing erection. He blushes, and you pull your face back to look at him. You grin and wiggle your hips in his lap. You press your lips against his and Jamie reciprocates eagerly, causing him to harden beneath you even more. You pull your lips away, wanting to observe his facial expressions. His eyes are still closed though as he relaxes in the warmth and security of your presence.

“I can’t believe you were jealous of Dave, of all people,” you giggle. Jamie’s eyes shoot open, and he blushes further.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he tries to defend himself, not able to meet your eyes with his own. You pull his chin up to face you again.

“Oh you so were,” you insist. “You have nothing to be jealous over though. You're the most handsome man I've ever seen, also the kindest and most thoughtful. Sometimes I start crying because of how amazing you are and I can't believe how lucky I am. I want to hold you forever and never let go,” you tell him as you slowly reach your hand between the two of you, splaying your legs out for easier access. "And besides your other amazing qualities, you’ve basically got God’s dick between your legs.” You look up at him with a raised eyebrow, stopping right before you touch his length. He nods eagerly, and you start stroking through his towel slowly.

Jamie blushes even more; his face and neck beet red after your praise. “It’s not that big,” he responds honestly. He spreads his legs open further, allowing you to reach more of him. Once he knows you won’t fall from his lap, he leans back on his palms, biting his lip at the feeling of your hand on his cock.

“It definitely is, Jamie,” you smile. “Literally every time we have sex I can’t walk afterwards, so I’m not sure where you got the idea that you don’t have a giant monster penis. I’m not complaining though.” You then reach between both layers of his towel to touch it directly and he gasps in response; his head tilting back in pleasure. You lean forward, causing Jamie to fall against his bed. You lick your palm before wrapping it around his cock, and move your head to his exposed neck to kiss him there. You start stroking him slowly, wanting to savor the moment. He moans quietly, closing his eyes tightly. You start moving your hand a bit faster, wanting to push him over the edge, but he stops your hand with his. You lean your head over his to look down at him questioningly.

“Wait,” he breathes out. “I want to make you feel good first.”

“You don’t have to do that Jamie,” you reassure him. You think he’ll let it go and allow you to continue, but he wraps his hand around yours tighter to prevent you from moving it.

“I know,” he starts. “But I want to. Please?” He looks up at you with pleading eyes and your heart melts, despite your growing arousal for him. You loosen your grip around him, and he lets go of your hand.

“…Okay, if you insist,” you relent. Jamie grins triumphantly, lifting his torso to lean against one of his forearms. His other hand comes up to the side of your face and he gently pushes you to him, allowing him to kiss you. He leans back and pulls you with him, before flipping the two of you over quickly so he is on top of you. You gasp at this and Jamie slips his tongue between your teeth, roaming your mouth passionately. You feel Jamie undo the bow of your sweatpants in a swift motion before he pushes them down your legs. Once he gets them down to your knees you kick them off, helping him remove them. Jamie then presses his erection against your clothed entrance, and you briefly wonder how his towel is still on after all of this.

Jamie tangles his other hand in your hair, pulling you closer towards him as he continues kissing you. His other hand travels along your side to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards so you get the hint. You do and lift your body so he can take it off of you. The two of you separate your lips so he can do so, and his eyes travel down your almost naked body appreciatively. His eyes crinkle from his smile; admiring you like it’s the first time he’s seen you like this. You blush, and his eyes flick back up to your face. He starts kissing you again, gently rolling his hips against yours, causing wetness to pool between your legs. The texture of the towel against your naked legs is a bit weird, but it strangely added to the pleasure building in your core as it rubbed against the wet spot on your underwear.

Jamie’s mouth traveled from yours down to your neck, kissing you there. You feel him nip and suck at your neck a few times, slowly and hesitantly at first. You moan when he sucks your neck harder, blushing with the knowledge that he was definitely going to leave marks as the pace of his mouth grew quicker and more passionate. You don’t have time to ask him about it though, as the thought completely left your head at his next question.

“Do you want my mouth first, or my fingers?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, breathing heavily. You weren’t sure if it was the heightened arousal making Jamie sound more confident, or maybe you were just hearing things, but his deep voice made you blush. Seemingly in an attempt to encourage an answer from you, you feel one of his hands travel between your legs, stroking your entrance through your underwear.

“I don’t…” you trail off, not able to choose between the two. Jamie grins against your neck, pleased with himself and the effect he has on you. He removes his hand from your underwear and moves both of his hands to your breasts, massaging them through your bra as he dips his head down to kiss you again. He wriggles one of his hands between your back and the mattress to unclasp your bra, allowing him to remove it from you. Both of his hands move to your nipples, twirling them gently as he waits for you to continue your sentence.

“That’s okay, I’ll pick for you,” he assures you after you fail to provide him with an answer. He shifts his body down the bed, lowering his face in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your legs, holding them open as he gives your clothed pussy a few slow licks. He moves one of his arms so he can hold your legs open with just one of them, using the other to pull your underwear off. You shiver at the air against your most sensitive part, but you don’t have time to even think about closing your legs again as Jamie dives his mouth back down. His free hand goes back up to your breasts, teasing your nipples gently with his fingertips. He brings one of your legs up onto his shoulder while pressing the other one down, allowing him to lick you directly without you suffocating him. Not that he would mind, of course. He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue and alternates between that and long, slow licks. You writhe beneath him, and though Jamie feels slightly guilty for the bruises you might later have from him forcing your legs open, he’s made it his mission to pleasure you as much as possible today.

Jamie look at your face purposefully, studying your reactions as he continues eating you out. From your perspective, it’s a strange mix between slightly embarrassing and mostly arousing. His wide brown eyes are looking up at you with complete innocence, yet his tongue is working filthily and methodically against your core, having memorized exactly how to have you a complete mess beneath him. As he continues his unrelenting pace, and the two of you share eye contact, your first orgasm hits you. Jamie licks at your wetness eagerly, enjoying the sweet taste of your release. He separates his mouth from your core and sits up, allowing you to see some of your wetness trailing down his chin. He wipes it away with the back of his hand and then proceeds to lick it off. You watch as Jamie slowly sucks his fingers, closing his eyes as if he just had a delicious meal and wanted to savor every last taste of it.

He readjusts himself to kiss you again and you taste yourself on his tongue. The same hand he just licked moves to plunge a finger into your core, causing you to whine. Jamie pumps it in and out of you, starting slow but increasing his pace gradually. He inserts another finger to scissor you, wanting to hopefully prepare you for later. You moan into his kisses, which cause his fingers to stutter or stop occasionally, but he resumes his pace every time.

Wanting to make Jamie feel good as well, you move your hand in between the layers of his towel again. When he feels you stroke his length, he freezes in place. He leans back, bringing his free hand to yours and pulling it away.

“No,” he chastises softly. He intertwines his fingers with yours, before bringing your hand up to the side of your head, pining it against the mattress. He continues fingering you and leans in to kiss you, but you stop him with a finger to his lips.

“Why not?” you ask him quietly. Now it was your turn to feel insecure. Were you bad at it? Did you hurt him earlier? Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern, but Jamie is quick to notice and explain himself.

He glances down towards your finger on his lips, then back at your eyes. You remove it, allowing him to speak unobstructed. “I want to focus on you right now,” he tells you honestly. “I love you, and I love how you make me feel, but if I let you touch me there I’m going to forget what I’m doing.” He slowly pulls his fingers out of your wet entrance, before pushing them back in and continuing his movements. His thumb moves to your clit, circling it slowly. “Is that okay?” You nod, but notice Jamie doesn’t seem satisfied with that.

“Y-yeah,” you manage to say, moaning again as he increases the speed of his hand slightly. Jamie smiles at you, lowering his head to kiss you.

His lips part from yours and he whispers to you, “Okay, I’m going to... put it in now.” He lines up the head of his cock with your entrance, and as he enters you his face moves to your neck. You feel the heat radiate from his cheeks, letting you know he is blushing profusely. Though Jamie's confidence when it came to sex had increased significantly, he was still a bit awkward when it came to talking about penetration for some reason.

“Jesus Christ, you’re huge,” you whine in between shallow breaths. “Every time I think I’ll get used to it, I’m proven wrong,” you whimper, closing your eyes tightly. Despite doing his best to prepare you for him, you still feel a bit of an uncomfortable stretch as he slowly pushes himself into you. Your back arches as he does so, and you moan loudly as your walls clench around his length. Jamie nips and licks at your neck once again in the hopes of helping you relax for him. Once fully inside you his cock twitches, but he keeps himself still as he waits for your approval. One of his hands moves to one of your breasts to circle your nipple; trying to provide you with pleasure as he waits for you to adjust. You feel like his size affected your brain somehow as you feel your thoughts disappear, but you eventually manage to speak again and say, “You can move now.”

His thrusts start slow; wanting to ensure he’s not causing you any pain. As his pace increases he begins breathing heavier, expelling hot breaths and quiet moans into the crook of your neck.

“You feel amazing Jamie,” you disclose to him, wanting to make up for the lack of providing him with physical pleasure. “No one’s ever made me feel as good as you do.” You practically yelp out your last sentence; some of the words slurring together into a jumbled mess. After that declaration, you feel a few of Jamie’s thrusts become rougher. Your whimpers become louder as a result, and once he notices he quickly goes back to his pre-established pace.

“Do you mean that?” he asks, lifting his head from your neck. His chest swells with pride at the thought that no one had pleasured you as well as he does. Perhaps it was a sign that you would never leave him, and maybe you’d even agree to marry him someday. Jamie’s mind started swirling with possibilities of your futures together, and—as he got lost in his daydreams—his thrusts became rougher once again.

“Of-of course,” you brokenly moan. You bring your unpinned hand to the wet hairs at the back of his head, pulling his face towards yours and smashing your lips against his. That was the last straw for Jamie. As he moans into your mouth between kisses, his pace increases exponentially, as if he was no longer capable of controlling himself or his body. His thrusts are hard and desperate, a change from his usual preference of slow and gentle love-making. He didn't want to hurt you, but the love he feels for you is deep and vast and intense; and his body is hell-bent on displaying the extent of it to you. Though his lips whisper ‘I love you’, his body is screaming: ‘Don’t leave me’.

“I love you so much,” he breathes into your mouth once again, as if they were the only words he remembers how to say.

“I love you too,” you respond, and—seemingly with perfect timing—your orgasm decides to spill forth. The hand on his neck limply falls on the bed as your orgasm floods your body, the pleasure coursing through you causing you to forget basic motor functions. Jamie moans at the sensation of your walls clenching around him, and after a few more thrusts, he comes as well. He collapses on top of you, wrapping his arms and legs underneath your body before flipping the two of you over so you were laying on top of him. He holds your exhausted body to his tightly, bringing one of his hands up to stroke through your strands affectionately. As the two of you catch your breath, the hand that was once in your hair grabs the sheet underneath you, and he pulls it over your still-connected bodies.

“By the way,” he exhales, panting a few times before starting his next sentence. Your eyes are closed as you recover, but you swear you can hear a smirk in his voice. “Mind telling me where all my clothes have gone?”

You slap a hand over your mouth to prevent a laugh from spilling out. “Uh, what do you mean? Your clothes have disappeared? Wow, that’s crazy! I wonder how that happened?”

“Right," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you’re telling me you had nothing to do with it?” he asks, bringing his hand to your back to start stroking along your spine.

You place your hands on his chest, resting your chin on them so you can look at him. “Of course I didn’t! Wow Jamie, you have such little faith. Dave and I haven’t pranked you in ages, what makes you think we’ve come up with something today of all days?”

“So the boxes filled with clothes in the back of your car are definitely not mine then?” he asks, grinning at you with satisfaction.

Your face falls flat on his chest, and you groan. “How’d you figure it out?”

“You left your keys in the driveway,” he recounts. “I stepped on them, and the trunk opened. You should really keep them in your pocket, you know.”

“I know, I know,” you laugh. “I can’t believe I was bested by a set of keys again.” Jamie stops his fingers against your back, choosing to wrap both of his arms around your waist tightly.

“So, what do I win this time?” He asks gleefully. A while ago you and Dave had established a rule that if Jamie figured out your prank before it was finished, he’d win something. Typically it was something easy like paying for drinks or movie tickets, but it depended on the severity of the prank.

“Ya know, we hadn’t talked about it yet,” you laugh nervously. “We were going to after we finished, but then you came home and I came in here so…” you explain awkwardly, motioning your hand around his room. “I can ask him later though.”

“Actually,” Jamie starts, smiling confidently as his hand trails down to the back of your knee and pulls it up towards him. “I think I’ve got an idea for my reward.”

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[pink-booty-butts]

Any Requests? (Jamie Winton x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,982

Summary: you’re writing a book and need some reference material for the spicy scenes, so you go to your husband for help ;)

Warnings: smut, minors go away please and thank you! :D some light hair pulling, reader is horny af and honestly who can blame her, its jamie effing winton

A/N: i blame everyone in the baynton babes server for this, i was all “i cant betray ariel by liking jamie” and now im writing my first smut for jamie like a traitor(ariel forgive me pls). also i love the idea of jamie being in a relationship with someone who writes erotica for a living, idk why it just really does things for me haha. sorry if this is bad cos it’s my first smut!!

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“Jamie! You’re home!” you threw your arms around him and kissed him hard as soon as he entered the door. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the floor, returning your kiss while his briefcase digs slightly into your back. When he set you down, you kept your arms around his neck and looked up at him. This was normally the point where you would ask him how his day was, and though it was the same each day, Jamie was eternally grateful to have someone in his life who was so open with affection towards him. There was nothing sweeter than coming home to you and your kisses and ‘I love yous’. Jamie loosely rested his arms around your waist as he looked down at you, smiling expectantly.

“We need to have sex, like right now,” you tell him blunty, as you start pushing his jacket off him. In response, you get Jamie’s wide eyes and look of confusion as he started sputtering. Despite you two being married, you’ve never initiated sex like this before.

“Um, okay,” he squeaks out, trying to figure out how to respond as his brain short-circuits. You start loosening his tie and kissing his neck feverishly, and it isn’t until you start palming between his legs that he starts speaking again. “Wait, wait,” he puts his hands on your shoulders to push you away slightly, so he can look at your face for any signs as to what’s going on. “Are you okay?” he asks, with genuine concern on his face.

“Yes,” you smile, pulling him towards you by the lapels of his jacket. “I’m writing a sex scene for my new book and I need some help,” your smile turns into a smirk as you let go of him and smooth out the wrinkles you just put in his jacket. “Though if you’re not up for it, I understand.”

“Well, I didn’t say that,” Jamie says lowly, while giving you a lopsided grin. Assured that you’re not experiencing some weird sickness, he wraps his arms around your waist again and starts kissing you. The kisses are passionate but soft, both of you letting out small noises and giggles between them. Jamie moves one of his hands up to your face to deepen the kiss, and you grab him by the jacket once more and start walking backwards slowly. Your knees hit the arm of your shared sofa, and you pull him with you as you fall backwards onto it. Jamie pulls away after his forehead bumped against yours, looking down at you and caging you in his arms. Worried he crushed you with his body weight when you two fell, he asks, “You alright?”

You put one hand on his shoulder and pull the collar of his jacket downwards. You use the other hand to grab his tie, pulling his face closer to yours. “Yes,” you breathe out, while wrapping your legs around him and trying to pull him closer towards you. Jamie doesn’t move yet, concerned your arousal has gotten the better of you. “Take this off,” you demand softly, while leaning up to kiss him again.

Jamie concedes, deciding that even if your arousal is clouding your judgement, the two of you do this often enough that he has plenty of opportunities to make it up to you. He sits back on his legs and takes his jacket off in one fell swoop, as you start working on your own clothes. Once your shirt is off, Jamie leans back over you with one arm by your head, using his other hand to remove his tie one-handed. You stare up at him with wide eyes, you’ve seen him do this exact move so many times but it never fails to soak your underwear further. To prevent yourself from just staring at him like a gaping fish, you start working on his belt. He takes this opportunity to lean down and kiss you again, while also halting your progress by pressing his clothed erection against your clothed mound. He smiles when you moan, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Jamie pulls away to let you breathe, finishing your work by pulling his pants towards his ankles. You lean your hands up to his face, pulling him towards you as you start kissing down his neck. “You’re so pretty,” you praise him between kisses. You grab at him through his underwear, and he lets out a quiet moan.

Jamie’s arms tense slightly, relishing in the physical display of your affection towards him. Once he recalls how you practically threw yourself at him just moments ago, he asks, “What should I be doing? What do you need for your writing?” He struggles to get out his words between his heavy breaths.

“Don’t worry about it,” you nip at his pulse point. “Just focus on me,” you whisper in his ear. Taking that as his cue, Jamie leans his head into the crook of your neck and moves one of his hands downwards. He slips underneath your sweatpants to reach the fabric of your underwear, and trails his fingertips against your wetness. You were already soaked prior to his arrival, so the light touch of his fingers is enough to make you whimper and shake slightly. He presses down harder and starts kissing your neck much like you did to him earlier, enjoying the sounds he hears from you. You feebly grab Jamie’s hair to get him to move his face to yours once again, the two of you exchanging sloppy kisses as he continues his circling through your underwear. Once you stop shivering from pleasure, Jamie slips his fingers under the fabric of your panties to touch you directly, and you let out a breathy moan in between kisses. He slips a finger inside of you and you moan loudly, though you know if he continues you will be too blissed out to take mental notes for your writing later.

“Jamie,” you say while panting. “Please, I need-” you are cut off by him putting another finger inside of you. Not remembering how to form words, you opt for trying to feel for the band of his underwear. Your hands are frantic around his waist, before you finally find it and pull them down. You start stroking him with one of your hands, trying to provide him with as much pleasure as he’s providing you. Whenever Jamie’s fingers hit a particular spot inside of you, the both of you moan due to you squeezing him lightly in response to his expertise. You point his cock down, and tug on it gently to tell him what you want, hoping he gets the message.

“A-are you sure?” he asks, pulling his head away confused, due to you usually needing much more foreplay than this to accommodate his size. “I don’t want you hurt you,” he says, but is cut off by your frantic nodding.

“Please,” you beg in between pants.

“Alright,” he responds, not strong enough to deny you anything you ask of him. He kisses you on the forehead, before adjusting his body to become one with yours. “But if you look like you’re in pain I’m going to stop,” he warns, and you nod in agreement, not caring about the pain as long as you finally get what you need. Jamie enters you painfully slowly, your heightened arousal making your walls flutter around his length in relief. You pull him down by his shirt collar to press your lips against his, and attempt to pull him in faster with your legs wrapped around his waist. Prioritizing your safety over your clouded haze of arousal, Jamie holds your hips down to make sure he doesn’t go in too fast, despite his own arousal egging him on. This causes you to grit your teeth in annoyance, just wanting him to fill you completely and chase your highs together. Jamie’s eyebrows furrow at your impatience, worried he’s not doing a good job, but that thought quickly leaves his brain as you pull his head back down by his hair and kiss him desperately.

Once he is fully inside you--and sure that you’re not being hurt--Jamie starts moving at his regular pace. It's not too slow or too fast, though he wants to enjoy the moment and ensure he's hitting you in all the right spots. You whine at this, as while you do like to take your time whenever you're with Jamie, this is not what happens in your book and you need him to move faster.

Ever the attentive lover, Jamie moves the hand that was between your legs moments ago to underneath your bra to start playing with your nipple. You grab the arm still next to your head for support, and move the other underneath his shirt and around his back. You don’t want to hurt him, but your desperation has you digging your nails into his back. “Jamie,” you breathe in between pants and moans, “I love you so much, but I need you to go faster.”

Jamie smiles gratefully at your words, as usually when the two of you are having sex his heightened emotions can have him starting to feel a tad insecure. He kisses you, insistently, trying to pour all of his love into them--despite your moaning making it difficult for him--and whispers, “I love you too.” He pauses his movements briefly to move his hand from your breast to your clit, trying to send you over the edge even quicker as he increases his pace. You grab onto him tighter, the sweat developing on his skin and your fast approaching orgasm making it harder to hold onto him. Feeling both of your climaxes approaching, you pull Jamie down for the last time to kiss him, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths as you both release. Your legs start to fall from around his waist due to the pleasure, but Jamie holds one of the up and pumps into you slowly a few more times, wanting you to ride out your orgasm.

Jamie rests his forehead against yours as the two of you pant and recover, before he falls to the side and casually lays his arm across your waist. He closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your body being close to his. After a few more deep breaths, you turn your head to look at him, smiling. “How was work?”

He smiles at you happily, finally hearing his usual greeting from you. “It was good,” he drawls, the tone and inflection reminding you of his sleepy voice in the morning. Jamie opens his eyes slowly, still in his post-orgasmic bliss. “It would’ve been better if you were there,” he says afterwards, trying to be cheeky in the way you typically are with him.

You laugh at his response, and move your hand to rest on the arm he’s holding onto you with. “Maybe my next book should take place in a bank." You give him a quick peck on the lips. “Though I’m not sure your coworkers would appreciate that.”

Jamie’s eyes widen as he blushes at your suggestion, but can’t help the images popping into his head of the two of you having sex at his workplace. To distract himself, Jamie asks, “Did you get what you need for your book?”

You ponder his question for a few moments, wanting to tease him. “You know, I think we should go for round two, just to make sure,” you grin at him, looking at him with your eyes shining in adoration and excitement.

Jamie chuckles, loving how loved you make him feel, even when you just want him to get in your pants. “Alright,” he replies, as he removes his hand from you to start unbuttoning his shirt. “Any requests?”

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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

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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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[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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[pink-booty-butts]

Valentine’s Day Prompts - Bananas & Boxes (Jamie Winton x Reader)

(i love this gif sm i swear to god haha)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1,041

Summary: Requested by anon, inspired by the prompt “one is sick for valentine’s day, so the other makes a cute care basket and stay-at-home date plans” from this list

Warnings: none! just fluff :D

A/N: happy valentines day nerds!! these are deffo going to be late bc I forgot valentines day was coming up, but I wanted to try to get at least one request out on the actual day!! i hope the anon that requested this enjoys it!! highkey I feel like this sucks, but it could also be bc I’ve been feeling really bad about my writing recently. and with that encouraging introduction for this fic I hope y’all like it regardless!! lmao

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Your eyes open abruptly as you are startled awake by the sound of the door to your apartment opening. You were currently sprawled out on the couch on your stomach, one of your arms touching the floor as you precariously dangled off the edge. As you stir awake you briefly wonder why you were passed out on the couch, but once your senses return and you feel your scratchy throat and your headache from hell, you remember.

You’re about to adjust your position and sit up like a human when you see a pair of legs move in front of your vision. They set something down on the coffee table—just out of your eyesight—and bend down. You are now face-to-face with your beautiful boyfriend: Jamie. He called you in the morning to say Happy Valentine’s Day before you went to work, only to find out you were sick and could barely get out of bed before he got the words out. He rushed over as soon as he could, calling out of work and making a few stops along the way to pick up some things for you. He scans your face briefly to monitor how you might be feeling, before moving in closer to give you a light kiss on the forehead.

“Good afternoon, love,” he greets you quietly. Jamie notices your blanket has fallen on the floor and picks it up, laying it over you once more. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m dying,” you answer honestly, your voice sounding deeper due to your congestion. You sneeze into your elbow and Jamie turns, stretching his arm out to grab the thing he must’ve put down earlier. He brings it towards him and you can finally see it: a large pink basket filled with various medicines, different kinds of soup and teas—and was that a bushel of bananas? He picks up one of the liquid medicines meant for easing runny noses and pours the liquid into its accompanying cap. Once filled, Jamie shuffles closer to you, sitting on the edge of the couch to help you sit up a bit before pouring the liquid into your mouth.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well,” he starts, setting the plastic cap on the coffee table. His arm comes to your shoulder, rubbing it affectionately as he continues. “But I’m here for you, anything you need just let me know, okay?” You nod, and Jamie give you a small smile. “Great,” he responds. He looks back down at the care basket he brought you, and brings two containers of soup up to his face. “Chicken noodle or minestrone?”

You sit on the floor with the couch behind your back as you slowly eat your chosen soup. Jamie got himself a sandwich before stopping by your place and was sitting down on the floor eating it next to you as the two of you watched television together. Once you finish eating your noodles, you tilt the bowl towards your face to drink the rest of the broth, and Jamie stands up to exchange your empty bowl of soup for a cup of tea. As he waits for the kettle to boil, a commercial comes on for a two-for-one spa special for couples on Valentine’s day. You let out an audible groan and Jamie peeks his head out of the kitchen to look at you worriedly.

“You alright? Is something wrong?” he asks quickly.

“I completely forgot about Valentine’s Day,” you let out, leaning your head against the couch cushion behind you in defeat. Jamie chuckles, pouring the boiling water into two mugs before he responds.

“Well, you have been busy since you got promoted, I don’t blame you.” After making your tea to your preferences, Jamie stirs the contents of each cup with a spoon a few times. He walks back towards you, handing you your mug before sitting down next to you again.

“I wanted to do something special for you this year though,” you whine. You take a sip from your tea, wishing you could appreciate the taste of it more. You lean your head on Jamie’s shoulder and he sets his mug down on the table before wrapping his arms around you.

“I appreciate that darling but you didn’t have to, just being here with you is special enough,” he reminds you, kissing the top of your hair. He meant it, of course. Jamie would happily spend Valentine’s day in a McDonald’s drive thru with you, all that mattered to him was that you two were together.

“Please tell me you didn’t make any plans,” you say, shuffling closer to him. As you do this Jamie quickly takes the mug from your hands and sets it down next to his, not wanting it to spill. He pulls you into him, making sure to keep your blanket wrapped around you as you rest against his warm body.

“I did, but I rescheduled them. I want you to get better first,” he tells you honestly. Though Jamie was slightly disappointed he wouldn’t get to take you out to the restaurant he reserved months ago, he was also relieved by the whole thing. Despite it possibly risking him getting sick as well, all Jamie wanted to do today was hold you close and not let go. His overwhelming love for you, combined with his mixed feelings about the holiday after spending several of them alone had him feeling vulnerable and clingy. It was so potent that when he woke up this morning he briefly considered calling off work and asking you to do so as well, just so you could spend the whole day cuddling before dinner. He didn’t want to bother you with such a request, but despite how awful he felt that you were sick, he was also kind of glad he’d get to do that after all.

Jamie is shaken from his thoughts when he realizes you haven’t said anything in a while and looks down to see you sleeping against his chest. As he fiddles with the velvet box in his pocket that he hopes to surprise you with after you wake up again, all he can think about is that there’s no other way he’d rather spend Valentine’s Day.

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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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[pink-booty-butts]

Lying in Laundry (Jamie Winton x Reader)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x Chronically Ill!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,286

Summary: Jamie comes home in pain, but since you have plenty of experience dealing with that you help him out ;)

Warnings: smut, minors go read something else!! Honestly pretty vanilla, tho reader and Jamie are v horny for each other

A/N: I wrote this a few weeks ago and never published it cos I thought it was boring, but I figured I’d just go ahead and post it anyways so I can move on to something else. I’ll probably rewrite it in the future to be less boring. There’s honestly not much mention of you/reader being chronically ill, bc tbh it’s hard for me to talk about my problems without feeling like an attention seeker. I will try to write more fics in the future about the boys comforting you during symptoms though if anyone wants that. Focus on back pain bc I have ankylosing spondylitis. I’m going to try doing this for all of the Baynton boys eventually! I hope you like this fic! <3

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“I’m home,” Jamie announces from the doorway, sliding his shoes off while closing the door. You turn your head towards the door to see him and smile. He kicks his shoes toward the wall with a dull thud, wanting to make sure no one will potentially trip on them. He sees you in the living room, and walks up behind you to give you a quick peck on the lips. “How was your day?” he asks, walking around the couch and plopping down next to you.

“It was good,” you reply. “Finished my work stuff early so I’ve been hanging out with Dave and doing laundry.” You motion towards the coffee table, currently covered in his and your clothes stacked up in neat piles. You reach into the laundry bin to grab something else to fold, which turns out be one of Jamie’s t-shirts. As you do this, Jamie shrugs his jacket off and throws it on the arm of the sofa, before slumping back against the couch and closing his eyes. He looks exhausted, even more than usual after coming home from the bank. “You okay?” you ask, concerned.

“Yeah, it was just really busy today,” he sighs out, before yawning. He moves one of his hands to his shoulder, pressing into it harshly with his thumb in an attempt to ease the tension. “Now that I think about it, I barely got up from my desk. Probably explains why my back is killing me,” he chuckles.

Noticing his hand, you shuffle closer to him. You press your side against his, nearly crawling into his lap. You move your hand to his shoulder, pulling his hand away from it gently. “I can show you some stretches for your back, if you want. It’ll help more than this,” you grin. Jamie’s eyes widen in confusion, but then his grin matches yours in realization.

“Right, yeah that’d be great,” he smiles. You pull him by the hand to his feet and when you let go Jamie decides to loosen his tie and take his belt off, knowing they would probably get in the way of doing any sort of complicated yoga pose. As he does so, you bend down to push the coffee table out of the way. Jamie stops part-way through his actions in order to help you; not wanting to exacerbate your own pain. You sit on the floor cross-legged, looking up at him expectantly as he puts his belt next to his suit jacket. He looks down at you questioningly as if to ask you if he should sit on the floor as well, and mimics your sitting position after you nod. You crawl over to him and get behind him, intent on helping him do the stretches properly.

“Okay, so let’s start with your shoulders…” you start, before coaxing him gently into the proper position. You guide him through several poses in order to stretch out all of the sections of his spine, knowing he was probably sore all over. Despite you doing this sort of thing everyday, the two of you couldn’t help giggling during the really weird and awkward positions, like ones that involved him sticking his butt up in the air. Once you’re done Jamie pulls you by the waist and brings you into his side, your head resting on his chest. You both lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling silently. He sighs contentedly, feeling much better and more relaxed due to your help.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he adds, rubbing your shoulder affectionately.

“I’m glad I could help,” you tell him. You rest your hand on his chest, desiring to feel him close to you. It seems as though helping Jamie do yoga has started to make you feel all hot and bothered; an expected result from you having your hands all over him. A thought pops into your head and you grin mischievously. You lift your head up to look at Jamie’s face and he raises his eyebrows in amusement.

“You know Jamie,” you start, your voice sounding suspicious to Jamie’s ears. “Apparently orgasms are really good for pain, and lots of chronically ill people use orgasms to manage their pain daily.” Jamie’s face reddens at this, and you let out a laugh in response.

“I-I guess that explains why you haven’t had as many flare ups lately,” he stutters out, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. Though Jamie had gotten over his nervousness on talking about sex a while ago—due to the two of you participating in the act almost every day for a few years at this point—this particular conversation seemed to bring all of those feelings back. He suspected it was most likely due to your nonchalant, almost clinical description of it, as if orgasms could be prescribed as a medical treatment. Jamie was very happy and satisfied that you wanted him as often as you did, but the idea that you needed him… well. His cock twitches in his boxers and Jamie struggles to think of other things besides your body pressed against him; just in case you were just teasing and not actually interested in having sex at this very moment.

“Yeah probably,” you agree. You move your hand to the loose tie around his neck, twirling it with your fingers nonchalantly. “If you’re still in pain we could… ya know.” You smirk devilishly at him and Jamie responds with a relieved smile of his own. He nods, and you lean forward to kiss him, tugging on his tie gently.

He moves his hands to your waist and pulls you on top of him, allowing you to grind your clothed pussy against him. Your kisses grow hotter and sloppier, Jamie moaning into your mouth quietly as his desperation to feel every inch of your body increases. On a particularly loud moan you slip your tongue into his mouth, allowing the two of you to massage each other’s tongues. You tangle your free hand in his hair and push his face closer to yours, and in response he forces your hips down against his. You let out a whimper at the feeling of his extremely hard length against your entrance, which causes Jamie to pause and pull his mouth away from yours. He inhales quickly a few times to catch his breath, his hair already extremely disheveled and his lips swollen from your desperate kisses. You lean in again to continue, but he stops you with his voice.

“Wait,” he breathes out. “We should go to my room, what if Dave walks in?”

“He said he probably wouldn’t be back tonight, he’s out with his mates,” you tell him confidently. You move your hands to his shirt buttons, unbuttoning them feverishly. You grind your lower half against him and Jamie moans again, the pleasurable feeling allowing any worries of being caught to fade from his mind. All of his thoughts were focused on you now. As you continue with his shirt buttons Jamie moves his hands to the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them down impatiently. Of course you couldn’t remove them right now due to the position the two of you were in, but he wanted to let you know exactly what he needed next.

Once you’re done with his shirt buttons and are pushing his shirt outwards, Jamie instantly lifts his torso to remove it. He moves his hands to your back, holding you securely before flipping the two of you over so you are underneath him. This gives him the opportunity to remove his pants as well as yours. As he does so, you decide to take your top off, leaving the two of you in your underwear. You briefly consider that perhaps throwing your clothes all over the place while you were in the middle of folding clean clothes wasn’t the best idea, but the thought swiftly slips your mind.

Jamie smiles at the sight of you, a hungry look in his eyes as he leans down to cup your cheek and kiss you again. The two of you exchange soft, slow kisses—a stark contrast to the passionate kisses from earlier. You bring your hands to the waistband of his pink boxers and pull them towards his feet, allowing you to wrap your hand around his cock. Jamie groans in response to your hand moving up and down his shaft, and the kisses on your lips increase in pace and desperation as your hand continues its movements.

It doesn’t last long though, as his dick slips out of your hand’s reach when he moves his body downwards. Jamie pushes your bra over your breasts, which allows him to wrap his mouth around one of your nipples and twist the other with his fingers. You whine in response, the pressure of your bra digging into your skin causing them to be even more sensitive than usual. Jamie decides to grind his length against your clothed core every now and then, and you feel yourself almost overwhelmed at the amount of pleasure being provided all over you. Once he’s done with the assault on your breasts you decide to unclasp your bra and toss it to the side. Jamie leans down to kiss you again, but pulls your legs up while doing so, wrapping them around his lower back. You moan at the new position as he continues to grind against your entrance, feeling sparks erupt along your skin. You struggle to reciprocate his kisses amongst your whiney moans, but Jamie doesn’t seem to mind and continues despite that.

Jamie grinds his hard cock against your underwear for a while longer, before he tugs firmly as a sign of his desire to remove them. You let your legs go limp in response, allowing him to remove the soaked fabric. He flicks it away to be forgotten among the other articles of clothing. Jamie bends down to return to kissing you, except this time he languidly pushes one of his long fingers inside of your wet entrance as he does so. You moan quietly, and Jamie adds a second finger soon after. He pumps them in and out slowly at first, the lubrication you are producing resulting in a noticeable squelching sound. His fingers feel as though they are reaching unnaturally deep inside of you, causing you to clench around them tightly in response. Jamie circles your clit with his thumb as he continues pumping his fingers, alternating between soft, slow circles and harsh quick ones. As your moans increase so does his pace, until you halt him suddenly with your hand on his wrist.

“Jamie, I need you inside me,” you whine. Jamie bites his lip to prevent a moan from escaping, feeling embarrassed that just your words are enough to elicit such a response. He removes his hand from your entrance and wraps it around his length, using your leftover wetness as lubrication. He leans back over you, but not before hooking both your legs over his shoulders. He enters you slowly; watching your face carefully for any sign of discomfort. He witnesses nothing but your face contorting in pleasure as he continues, and seeing you in such a desperate state beneath him is nearly enough to make him cum right then and there. He manages to hold himself back and begins thrusting in and out of you. His thrusts are harder and quicker than usual; a surprise to you considering how tired he seemed earlier. This position was one the two of you only recently started using, and as such you were still in shock at how much deeper it felt like he was reaching inside of you.

“I love you,” he says breathlessly. The pleasure caused by your walls clenching around him was becoming too much for Jamie to bear, along with the sight of you in this position beneath him. You were moaning and writhing desperately, and while Jamie wasn’t particularly concerned with being extremely dominant during sex, he couldn’t deny that you being a mess underneath him—no, because of him didn’t excite him. As your orgasm approaches you feel yourself starting to clench tightly on his cock, and you swear you can feel it pulsing and throbbing inside of you despite his quick thrusts.

Luckily he didn’t have to hold out for much longer, as this position allowed Jamie to hit your g-spot over and over. He continues with a few more hard thrusts which bring you over the edge, causing your legs to shake violently on his shoulders. You see black spots in the corner of your eyes, and your walls clench violently around his length, a sensation that causes his orgasm to follow. Jamie collapses on top of you happily, burying his face in your neck as your legs fall to your sides.

“I love you too,” you finally say, panting to recover your breath. Jamie chuckles into your neck, wrapping his arms underneath you and holding your now-sweaty body closer to his. “Does your back feel better?”

Jamie hums into your neck in contemplation, smiling as he does. “I’d say the pain was gone after the stretching, this was a bonus.”

You gasp in shock. “Oh my gosh Jamie, you lied? Who are you and what have you done with my fiancé?”

He laughs in response, lifting his head from your neck to look at your smiling face. “What was I going to do, say no?” Jamie lowers his head down to kiss you, the two of you giggling against each others lips as a result. “How about we go to my room and do it again?”

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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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