#and repeating shit like a mantra doesn't make it fact no matter how hard you want it to be

[gourdkeeper]

Follow up to Drunken Brawlin'; this time reader is AFAB, can make other versions based on request

Word count: 2590

Warnings: 18+, oral sex, submissive Jamie, switching at the end

Disclaimer: not proofread, the thirst for Jamie guided me

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Tomorrow rooftops. Tomorrow rooftops. Tomorrow rooftops.

It keeps playing in your mind until you finally manage to drift off to sleep.

You can't shake your mind off of him and what you've done. You've never been that bold before with anyone and especially not in such a public place. Your stomach is stirring up a fight. Stress mixed with excitement. What even got into you?

You've been meeting amazing fighters left and right as of late and yet, the small fry with the inflated ego in Chinatown catches your eye out of all people... You almost hate that you're so captivated by him. That stupid little waist and defined pectorals... The unnecessarily long hair that clinged onto his forehead every time he worked up a sweat. His fake bravado and sly smirk. Ugh.

---

The moment you wake up, you grab your phone. It still had his message on the screen.

Today rooftops.

You just know today's about to be the longest day you've ever had in your life, counting down every minute until the sun sets at last.

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As expected, nothing else has been in your mind. The whole day you couldn't focus. Luke couldn't get you to hit the punching bag decently no matter what back at the academy. Li-Fen could not get a hold of you to have you chase after some other weird promotion.

Rest of the day was spent in your little hideout staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror wondering if you looked good and preparing mentally for what to even say. How will you face him?

Hell. How will he face you? What if he doesn't even show up, maybe the nerves are getting the best of him too.

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The night fell and you've rushed out of your sample of a claustrophobic apartment.

Your heart is pounding at your throat and you gulp down hard as you arrive in the dreaded Chinatown. Here you are.

Once more the stupid cardboard head douche nozzles are here to pester you and you just wipe the floor with them. When will they ever learn?

Up the ladder you go. You can feel your palms getting sweaty. "Calm down" you repeat to yourself like a mantra.

You've finally made it to the top.

Your heart sinks. He isn't here. What if he ghosted you. No. He must be late. He wouldn't just do that right?

You hear whistling from behind you and you turn your head around instantly. There he is. Perched on a light sign across the street. Nimbly he jumps over, rolling perfectly and stopping right in front of you. "What is he, half cat?" You think to yourself.

"I was worried you wouldn't show up." You say, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"No, *I* was worried you wouldn't show up. Have been watching over the street for over 30 minutes now." He tells you with the same smuggy smirk on his lips as always.

You're scratching the back of your head now, apologizing for not having been there sooner and he stops you as there's no reason to apologize. "I was just too eager to see you."

He holds you by your hands and looks into your eyes.

"Listen... What happened yesterday? I never did that before. I'm sorry if I made you do anything you didn't want to. I got you drunk and then that happened. I'm sorry." For once he doesn't look arrogant or full of shit. He's being honest.

"No no no, I didn't do anything I didn't want to, trust me Jamie..." You smile to reassure him that nothing bad happened. "In fact I wanted to make sure you were okay too, I kept worrying I went too far."

He starts giggling at the situation.

You're perplexed.

"W-why are you laughing?" Blowing air through your nostrils yourself.

"We're both apologizing for no reason. Yesterday was good." Now his turn to cup your cheek in his hand. "Great even. Perfect. The best night of my life. And yet here we are excusing ourselves for possibly hurting the other."

You giggle as well. "You're right. It was the best night..."

"Hey uh," he begins, "have you had dinner yet?"

You shake your head. Food hasn't even crossed your mind in the last couple of hours.

"Let's get going, I was thinking we could eat something together and then maybe... If you're okay with it we could come over to my place?“

You raise your eyebrow at that last suggestion.

"What? I even cleaned up, just for you!"

You lightly punch his chest in jest. "Sure, I'm down."

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You both grabbed some takeaway from the nearby noodle bar and walked over to his apartment.

"Ladies first!" You gesture him towards his own door and he does a little bow and holds his hands out as if holding a skirt before breaking into a laughing fit. Guess this guy doesn't need to drink to be a goofball with you.

"Thank you for coming with me" he chimes, now inside, gesturing you to come sit at the couch with him so you can eat in peace.

"Thank you for inviting *me*! Then again I was gonna invite you over to my place if you didn't do it first. Maybe better this way, my crib is uh cramped."

"More the excuses to be up against you..."

"Tsk..."

He turns on the TV for some background noise as we eat and share silly tidbits about ourselves. He tells me about his cousins that have given him an ass whooping on more than one occasion for getting into stupid brawls as a kid and how they'd take him to the skatepark on weekends.

You tell him about how you're only in Metro City for a bit over a week and the first person you've met was Luke who was teaching you how to fight at first.

"Luke-?“

"Hm? You turn to him and he looks like he just choked up on his noodles and is fuming.

"Luke dipshit-asswipe Sullivan? That guy?"

"Y-yeah that is his last name! Not sure about the dipshit or asswiping part though-"

He cuts you off. "Listen that guy's a piece of crap, thinks he's the best and just goes around bumping into others and provoking them into fights. Do not give him the light of the day, he is not worth your time, you're too good to grace him with your company, absolute fucki-“

"Are you jealous?“

He turns red.

"N-no, why would I be jealous of that waste of space?"

"It sounds like you're jealous..."

"Maybe a little bit." He pouts. "Just not a fan that the first person you've met here from all the people had to be him, the guy I've been butting heads with for years... It should have been me instead..."

"Well," you start, "to be fair you have been the first and only person I've gotten intimate with around here" he raises his brow, "...and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" He inquires.

"I am, I am trying to tell you, Jamie Siu, that I want to be with you..." You finish the sentence poking a finger over his chest and pushing him lower into the couch so that you're laying on top of him.

"Hmm... That so?“ A sly smile spreading on his face.

"Are you finished eating?" He asks, to which you nod, "How about some dessert?“ His tone sinful, "I know *I* want some..."

"Yeah? What are you gonna do? Eat me up?"

"Mhm might as well.." He jokingly bares his teeth at you.

"I want to pay you back for what you've done to me..." His hands trailing down your body, "Will you let me?“

You take notice of how he always asks for permission and you decide to play with it, seen as it riled him so gravely last time.

"Hmm, I think you need to show me how much you want it first!“ You play difficult.

"Oh, are we doing this then?“ His eyebrow raised, licking his lips and starting to get antsy. He's certainly not shy or embarrassed over getting vocal. "Please... Will you let me please you? Been craving you all day..." He holds onto you tight and tries to pull you up to his face.

You oblige, and start kissing him, breathing heavily into each other, arms tangled together, your right hand reaching into the back of his neck to still him in place and your left creeping up his chest under his clothes, groping his defined breast eliciting a moan from him.

"P-please..." He whines as you pull back from the kiss to take a breather.

"Hmm I don't know, I don't think I'm quite convinced just yet." With a mischievous glint in your eye you start pinching his nipple, making him twitch under you.

"H-how" his breath shallow, "can I show you?"

He's blushed so red even without having drank anything... That, that does give you *quite* the idea.

"Please...let me show you how badly I need you. N-need to taste you." He's groping your ass roughly as he grows more desperate for you.

"Do you want me that badly?"

Jamie nods furiously.

"Do you...want to be my *good boy*?" Giving him a borderline sadistic smile, recalling how he reacted the first time you've called him that.

Somehow he blushes to an even darker red and parts his lips. "Y-yes..."

"This time we're inside... Which means... You," left hand reaching for his braid and pulling, tugging his head backwards making him whine in pleasure disguised by pain, "...Can be as loud as you want... No one will be able to hear you moan out my name and scream... Isn't that so?"

You see his adam's apple bob up and down as he gulps, neck outstretched as you keep the tension on his hair.

"I- I guess so..." He says sheepishly, part nervousness part arousal. Most of it definitely arousal.

"So what will you be?"

"A good boy..."

"What was that?" Pulling harder.

"Y- your good boy!"

"That's right..." Letting up now.

His lids are heavy and he can't stop himself from subconsciously lift his hips and try to provide himself some friction from rubbing and grinding on you.

"So..." You start, "if I were you... I'd get rid of those clothes, unless you want them to be a mess."

He's licking his lips in anticipation, "Yes..."

You raise your eyebrow at him and it's like he's finally back to earth, you can only wonder what fantasy was playing out in his head.

He immediately sits up and removes his top and asks you to lift yourself a bit so he can remove his pants as well.

"Why am I the only one undressing here?“ He asks, blushing at the thought of being the only one vulnerable.

"Because I want *you* to undress me..."

"Oh." A smile spreading on his lips, he can't wait to unwrap that present.

Now naked he put his hands on the fly of your lace up pants.

You slap it away.

"Be a good boy and use your pretty mouth~" You goad him.

He's quick to obey and puts his hands beside him for support and reaches forward with his mouth, wishing the pants weren't there to stop him from devouring you.

He clearly struggles with it at the start but gets the hang of it, holding onto one lace with his teeth and pulling back on it.

He mouths at the waist band now and tries his best to pull it down. You shift your body to help him out and as he pulls down his mouth gapes.

"N-no underwear??!"

You giggle at his shock, he almost sounds innocent.

"Just for you..."

Deciding to cut his work short you remove your pants off fully. Now straddling his body, with your bare crotch.

"God- I want you so bad..." He whines.

"You want a drink?"

You reach for his gourd that he settled on the little coffee table next to you and put it up to his lips.

"Go on, you deserved it."

"I'd like to drink something else..." He plays.

"Is that so? Get on the floor." You lift yourself up and give him a hand and quickly he's laying down with you standing over him with a smile.

"What do you want to drink? Hm?"

"You. I want you on my mouth please..."

Your next move is a very bold one, he's stupefied with your actions as you lower yourself down and push the gourd's neck past your lips and tilt it back, pouring the contents inside of you.

Moans escape your mouth as he watches with bated breath, astonished. Not believing how sinful you're acting, his cock straining and twitching already in his boxer shorts. Stain of precome appearing more visible by the second.

You withdraw the gourd and squeeze tight, trying to contain his herbal tea inside, some of it inevitably spilling.

"You still want a drink?"

He's incredulous, blinking up at you, shaken before he snaps, "Yes! Yes please!"

His hands rush to your backside as he tries to pull you to him in a feral animalistic need.

You take a hold of his hair one more and don't hesitate to shove your sex on his face.

He shows no hesitation either as he laps at your lips, drinking you in, kissing your clit, mouthing at your folds, moaning and breathing heavily without any constraint.

"Oh my god- Jamie... God..!" You have difficulty even asserting dominance over him with the way he's eating you out like a starved and dehydrated man who's spotted an oasis in the desert. "You're so good Jamie!" You praise, barely holding on.

Your praise getting to him, pushing him to drive you over the edge, going faster, harder. Looking up at you from that angle with fucked out eyes and his hair a mess. Juices flowing all over his face, your bodily fluids unintelligible from his tea.

"Make me come Jamie, be my good boy! Come on." You palm at his cock as you spur him on. Grinding on his vicious tongue.

He gets louder, whining with need beneath you, you can hear him hum your name in-between laps, he wants you to come and he wants it now.

It's enough to push you over the edge, trembling, strenght escaping your legs and he's quick to hold on to you, keeping you in your place, mouth still glued to you, determined to drain you dry and suck your soul from your limp body.

You both finally fall back in exhaustion, rolling over, breathlessly exchanging looks and biting your lip.

"You..." He tries to regain his breath, "...you're crazy!" Trying to laugh but wheezing only instead.

You giggle at him, "What? As if you didn't like it?"

"Me? Pfft, no, I hated every second of it-" you punch his arm in jest and he looks up at you in adoration. "I loved it. I never even thought of anyone doing that..."

"Well, I'm never taking a swig without thinking of this now so if I start losing during fights it's all your fault."

You're so smitten by him, you can't even think of a comeback, you just hold onto his face and kiss him. "You taste good." You joke.

"I know!" He quips. "You know what else I know?"

"Hm?" Clueless.

"That," he pounces over you with newfound energy, likely from the drink, "it's time for payback." Getting handsy again as he takes the lead, kissing you.

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