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Brunette locks, a cleft chin, and a shit eating grin had finally gotten to you. Unlike Jimmy, who seemed to always have those stupid comebacks, you were more like your brother in the aspect that you were horrible at them. Unlike your brother, though, you were far more brash. As your aggravation toppled over you, you raised both of your hands, y/e/c eyes narrowed upon that handsome, torment of a man. Both your middle fingers raised in synchronization.
"These are for you, Jimmy," you spat in aggravation. "You and your stupid face."
His eyes gazed between your two erect fingers, initially widening at your brash nature. Though he knew you always took everything just a little bit further, you had never truly flipped him off. In his shock, though, those gazing eyes noticed something peculiar between your two hands.
"At least I don't cut my nails in the dark," he countered, his shit eating grin only fading as his realization deepened. "Wait, let me see that." He strode closer to you, his breath practically radiating off your hand as his eyes shifted between both of your hands, and for a second, you were frozen in place.
Once you realized what he was trying to do, you quickly took your hands back, y/e/c eyes never ceasing to glare at the man. "Tossing around beauty tips now, pretty boy?" You countered, though there had been a slight waiver to your tone. Your core burned with your closeness to that handsome bastard, and you hastily moved back from the man.
You hated the way the man with the cleft chin, the asshole with those perfectly coiffed brunette locks, heated your core. Desperately you longed to mess up those perfect locks, and shut that sexy mouth of his. It was almost blinding, how badly you wanted to take those stupid Italian briefs and toss them on your bedroom floor. All you knew was that you needed to get the hell out of the street, and get the handsome asshole the hell out of your face.
Your dominant hand rose for a moment as you waved the man off, not thinking that those finely clipped nails of yours showed with your chipped polish for an extra split second. "Goodbye, Jimmy," you spoke with a hint of venom in your tone.
It hadn’t been twenty minutes later that you were back at your apartment, your three trimmed fingers knuckle deep in your core. Your fingers curled in your cunt as you thought of that sexy bastard, your y/e/c eyes rolled back in repetitive bliss. You could picture the way his thick fingers could take the place of your own, his thumb teasing over your bundle of nerves as he curled two into your slickness. His name slipped past your lips in a needy groan as you thought of him replacing those fingers with his cock, or better yet - you climbing on top of the bastard and riding his weeping cock to completion. “Fuck,” you cursed to yourself, the rhythm of your fingers increasing in speed. It hadn’t been hard for you to imagine his stupid mouth too busy with his lips wrapped around one of your nipples to even think of any sort of sarcastic reply. Moans fell past your gaped lips as you rode those fingers to your end, another mess due to that bastard.
After about an hour of aggravated fingering, you collapsed against your y/f/c sheets as your y/e/c eyes closed. You couldn't believe the same man that made you so angry had you knuckle deep in your cunt so often. Just because you were Bob's sister, Bob's protective sister, you were dragged into a stupid rivalry with a hot asshole.
The next time you encountered Jimmy Pesto, three days after the last time you were at your brother's restaurant, had been in your own apartment building. Coming home from work, you found your lips curled downwards into a grimace as they landed upon that sexy asshole's grin. He clearly went right out of his way to aggravate you, and you could already feel your agitation burning in your core, before he even opened his mouth.
"What a surprise," he spoke as he pushed himself off of your door, "I have to see your face here, too, huh?"
"You wouldn't have to if you weren't waiting outside my apartment," you quickly spat back. "So, why don't you just pretend to be a decent person and move out of my way?"
"Not until you tell me what's going on with those fingernails of yours," he spoke, rather bluntly as he eyed you up.
Your brows knit as your y/e/c eyes shifted, eyeing him suspiciously. "That's no concern of yours," you spoke acidically as you strode closer to him, as if you were playing chicken with him. You could feel his steady breath against your face as you moved uncomfortably close. "So, how about you forget about it and move out of my way?"
"You're hiding something," he accused, his gaze shifting momentarily to your lips before it connected with yours once more. His hand moved to your dominant hand, moving it into his gaze as he stepped far enough back to see your manicured nails. As he was sure he noticed, your index, middle, and ring finger were all trimmed further down than the rest. "What's your dirty little secret?"
Your core was on fire, your mind hazing as it drifted to everything you could have done with such a short distance between the two of you. It was nearly nauseating how turned on you were, how much you wanted the asshole who wouldn't move the hell out of your way. At the moment that you pulled your hand back from his, you had half the mind to push him right against your door.
"Why would I ever tell you a secret?" You challenged him, moving to attempt to get to your own door. Met only with his body blocking the way once more, you huffed in aggravation. The knot of arousal in your core was burning, desperately desiring an arduous release. In front of you, the same man you would be curling your fingers for blocked you from doing just that. "Unless you think you have some intelligible reason to come with me, I'm going into my apartment."
"Well, if you're just going to invite me into your apartment," he spoke absently, his grin clear against his lips as he followed behind you. "I wouldn't have kept you out in the hallway."
"I didn't invite you in, Jimmy," you spoke with aggravation clear in your tone as you strode inside, slipping your coat from your shoulders and placing it upon your coat rack. You listened to the door click behind the male as your y/e/c eyes took a spare glance back at the handsome man. It would be a lie to deny that it wasn't all the hotter, having the man you were attracted to in your apartment. In that same sense, you realized it had also been harder to curb your appetite for his flesh. "If you could just get to the real reason you're aggravating me outside of my walk from my brother's restaurant, it could save us both some time."
"Are you too poor to afford a full manicure or something?" He asked finally, before adding in his signature zoom.
You rolled your eyes, though you knew he hadn't been that stupid. "Oh, you caught me," you spoke sarcastically, moving to press your index and middle finger against his chest in a gentle jab. "Now that you've found out my dirty secret, you can take your leave."
He sighed, his shit eating grin finally dropping into a frown as he realized his zoom had backfired. "Come on, seriously," he spoke as he moved to grab those fingers that pressed against his chest.
"Fine, Jimmy," you replied in aggravation, your mind a haze with last as your words slipped past your lips. "Since you asked so nicely, I'd rather not cut myself when they're knuckle deep. Now unless you'd like a demonstration, out."
His eyebrows rose in shock at your blunt words, but he hadn't even stepped back. Gaze holding a hint of yearning, his lips curled upwards. "I knew it," he spoke in triumph. "But I may need a demonstration."
"Oh, shut the fuck up," you groaned out as you moved both of your hands to his collar, pressing your lips against his own. Your heart tightened in your chest, your core already knotted and begging for release, your craving for the man only growing. You could feel your panties soaked as you relished in the taste of the handsome man's lips.
At first, Jimmy was hesitant, and yet, you felt cautious hands caress down to your waist, hooking upon your hips. Pulling you tightly against your body, his lips moved in synchronization with yours, his hardened cock pressing against your core. A groan escaped his lips, ardent and clearly wanting more.
"Am I what you're thinking of while those pretty fingers of yours are knuckle deep inside of you?" He panted out as the two of you separated. His voice had a clear depth to it, nearly sultry, with a hint of tease. Hands gripped your hips tightly as his gaze met yours expectantly.
"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?" You mewled as your fingers moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it hastily. "I'm going to show your cock the ride these pretty fingers of mine get every time I have to deal with your stupid sexy self."
Before he had the chance to complain, to throw in another teasing comment, you captured his lips once more. The knot in your core was driving you nuts, your mind clouded with desire as you maneuvered the man to your bedroom. You weren't sure how much longer you were able to take your lustful desire, your pussy aching to be filled.
Before you knew it, you could feel Jimmy Pesto get the upper hand upon you, his larger hand slipped into your panties. He first curled one larger finger into your dripping pussy, his expression as the two of you separated nearly vicious with aberrant perversion. While his fingers curled into your creamy pussy, he craved while you writhed.
"You're so sexy," he murmured in the sultry tone he attempted to use prior. He could admit to himself that his cock, covered only by his Italian style briefs, was begging to be released. The urge to take you right then and there devoured his senses as he plunged his fingers in and out of your drenched pussy.
As your whines tumbled against your lips, you knew you would not be able to withstand much more of the teasing. Your voice nearly drenched in carnal urge, you said, "I need your cock inside me, Jimmy." Though you believed you could evaporate into satisfaction from his hammering fingers, you wished to feel the agony of his pulsating cock. Any bit of sass you would have for the man faded into your carnal urges.
He slipped those briefs of his off without a second thought, your skirt falling shortly afterwards. When his fingers left your dewy pussy, you took the opportunity to push him upon the bed. With a swift motion, you took his throbbing cock in your hand. Lined up with your entrance, you claimed his lips with zealous passion. Fervid bliss consumed you with each urgent thrust as you rode the man's cock.
Each caress of his hands against your skin had been agony as you gripped his back with your nails. With time, you could feel the man below you writhe, reaching towards his end. As he had, your walls clenched upon his throbbing cock, the two of you reaching delirium together. Riding his cock through your high, you milked his nectar.
"I love you so much," he breathed out between kisses. Covered in a mixture of both your mess, he pulled you to lie beside him, entangled in one another.
His words slipped into your ears, and yet, your heart tightened in your chest. For a moment, you hadn’t answered him, as you mentally went over your hatred for the man who entangled you. Quite some time, you believed you hated him, and yet, nightly you would think of doing exactly what you had done. He drove you up a wall, but deep down…
The words slipped past your lips, shocking even you as they set in. "I love you, too, Jimmy," you murmured before delving into his lips once more.
"You really do?" He questioned as the two of you separated, a hint of shock in his tone.
"I can't believe I'm saying it, but yes," you replied as you slipped your fingers through his brunette locks, y/e/c eyes locked into his gaze.
"Zoom!" He spoke in victory, though his chuckle escaped his lips afterwards. His lips were tightly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer. "I could get used to this."