A/N: Um, this was fun to write. I don't always write from Jonesy's perspective, but it's actually really interesting to do. I wanted to write the ways in which he adores Nikki, so this is the result of that.
"Fuck, I wanna fuck you so bad," Jonesy said while tugging his girlfriend's sweatpants down her thick, pale legs. "Like, really fuck you." Not only did she lack a bra beneath her t-shirt, but she also lacked shame as she'd sucked on his neck while rubbing him through his boxers. He feared the sight of blood, but loved it when it rushed to the right place. As he stripped her of her panties, he further asserted, "I'm gonna blow your fucking back out."
"Mmm, is that a promise?" she asked, eyeing him as he removed the skimpy fabric from her legs.
She tantalized him without trying. Back in his "slutty days,"—as Nikki chose to call it—he'd hooked up with girls that made the effort to be perceived as sexy. They would bite their lips while looking directly into his eyes, opt for revealing clothing, toss their hair to the side, or flutter their eyelashes at him. No matter what, he still found the girls in question to be hot, but Nikki didn't do any of that. She didn't try to be sexy, yet she oozed sex appeal. Through being direct about what she wanted and how she wanted it, she cultivated her own appeal. Her penchant for remaining sarcastic, bold, and crude made him recognize her as the sexiest person he'd ever encountered.
"Hell yeah, baby," he said—a variant of what he wanted her to be yelling to the heavens. Her parents were away for the weekend, so they could get as loud as their bodies desired.
"Good," she replied as she snaked her hands from his back to his boxers.
She started to pull them down and he finished the task for her, kicking them from around his ankles and tossing them onto the carpet.
She gently pushed his chest, prompting him to sit upright. She did the same so she could rid herself of her t-shirt.
He ogled her breasts, fantasizing about how they'd gyrate up and down and up and down when he put it down. They were a sight to behold. "Mmm."
His eyes wandered over her soft, chubby abdomen. He loved the way her skin folded there. It was—dare he suggested—cute. He then studied her alabaster thighs, fantasizing about them straddling his face. At the thought of her crooning for him while his tongue enthralled her, a huge smile engulfed his lips.
"So, are you gonna keep staring at me, or are you gonna fuck me senseless?"
Damn, he loved it when she talked reckless. He sat her in his lap and said, "I could stare at you all day, baby, but I'm gonna go with that second thing."
She gave him a sly grin. "As you should."
Her lips pressed against his, resulting in a fiery kiss. His tongue didn't hesitate to flicker against her lips. Her mouth parted for him without question, allowing him to revel in the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He knew the same conditions existed between her legs.
He felt her hand leave the back of his neck and reach down between their bodies, coaxing a prolonged moan from him.
She parted from his lips, murmuring, "Having fun?"
"Oh, yeah… but I don't think I'm gonna last long if you keep it up."
Per his statement, she chuckled and let go of him. "Then why waste time?" She reached over to her nightstand drawer, rifling through its contents for a solid, agonizing minute. "Shit."
"What?" he asked, seeing the burning frustration on her face.
"I'm out of condoms."
His brow furrowed. "Did you double-check?"
"Of course I double-checked. I'm completely out, and I take it you didn't bring any either."
"Nope." He'd gotten so used to her stash of condoms that he never brought any when he spent the night with her.
She rested against her pillows and headboard, huffing in discontent. "Great."
Great, indeed. This wasn't how he foresaw the night going. By now, he should've been rearranging her guts, not sitting in near-silence with the world's fiercest boner.
"Can't we just do it without one this one time? You're on the shot, babe."
"Yeah, I'm not taking that risk, Jones. Let's not tempt fate."
He hated when she was right; it made him feel dumb for asking. He frowned and looked off to the side.
She placed a consoling palm on his cheek, drawing his attention again.
"Hey," she said, her voice soft and alluring all at once, "how about we try something new?"
"Like what? 69?"
"No."
"Oh. Well, what do you wanna do?"
"I was thinking we could maybe, you know, touch ourselves together."
"What? Like, both of us jacking off together or something?"
"Basically."
"Hmm…" he mused, considering such a possibility. He enjoyed touching himself while thinking of her, so doing it with her beside him wasn't such a bad idea (even though he wanted to rail her so hard that she couldn't walk straight for days). A devilish smirk overtook his lips. "That sounds pretty hot, babe."
"Glad you think so."
Despite the flirtatious remarks and initial openness to the idea, the next moments remained silent. His eyes lingered on her far longer than intended, as did hers on him.
"So," he said, "is this a ladies-first kinda thing, or am I gonna have to take the lead on this one?"
"You know, I didn't quite work out all the details of this."
After a beat, they both chuckled together. For them to be vocal and unabashed when it came to having sex, neither of them knew how to be solo together.
"I guess I'll be the brave one," she said.
Her eyes flickered down, watching as her own hand slid down her own body.
He looked with intent.
When her fingers stopped and lingered where her thighs met, she met his gaze, deliberately encircling the spot he loved to toy with.
A soft moan rose from her throat.
She really did make sexiness appear effortless.
On the contrary, he made his horniness obvious by grabbing at his groin with quickness.
"You're so fucking hot," he uttered in a husky voice as he watched the way she moved.
"Trying to flatter me, Casanova?"
"I mean it, babe. You're just so confident and sexy, and I'm like, 'Damn, this girl is all mine.'"
After he shut his eyes and groaned, he opened them to find Nikki's face flushed. It astounded him that dirty talk and other vulgarities earned a response from her, but the simplest of compliments left her speechless and blushing.
When she met his boyish gawk, the redness of her cheeks didn't let up.
Her breathy giggle and utterance of his name left him inebriated.
"Say my name again," he said, drunk on her demeanor.
"Jonesy."
"Just like that," he purred.
She lowered onto her back, drew her legs apart, and dipped her fingers between—continuing to captivate him.
She curled the index finger of her free hand in a come-hither motion, urging, "Come closer, Jones."
Something's coming, alright, he thought to himself with a smirk.
Nevertheless, at her behest, he kneeled in front of her and continued to stroke. He witnessed her unoccupied hand ghost over to her breast, pinching its peak and circling around. A loud whimper fell from her mouth.
"Close?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied, her faltering tone indicating that her head rolled around in the clouds.
"Same."
The way her chest gently bounced, movements unraveled, legs trembled, and voice cooed all transfixed him. He adored the various sounds she made when intimate. She whimpered while he entered, encouraged him through breathy croons, and pushed him into the abyss as her voice soared in volume. While he appreciated her loud, unabashed moans, something about her voice in its soft state mesmerized him.
Given her natural state of aggression and brazenness, her tender moments were a sight to behold. He witnessed her with skin flushed, lips swollen, hair tousled, and eyes dazed. He lived to hear his name mewled with desire.
"Fuck, I love you," Jonesy groaned before gripping himself tight, tilting his head back, and releasing onto her.
Amid his heavy breathing and black vision, he heard her peaking and felt the comforter shift with the weight of her movements. When he opened his eyes moments later, he caught her catching her breath and recovering.
She met his warm gaze and gave him a small grin. "I fucking love you, too."
His heart skipped a beat.