Mijo // Jeff Atkins
A/N: Wowowow. Don’t @ me. @prettieparker86 , thank you sm! Ya really pushed me on this one. I hope you like it!
Named after: My headcanon that that’s what Jeff’s mom calls him 99% of the time.
Warning: Some smut?
“Fuck. Jeff.” you managed to moan out.
You could feel him grinding into you, the soft lace of the thong you were wearing and the cotton of his boxer briefs too much friction for you to bear. The feeling of his cock rubbing against you sent moans flooding out of your mouth. You felt it everywhere, warm pressure building up in each end every one of your nerve endings. Your hips bucked up to meet his as he moved into you, his right hand squeezing your ass.
You could feel his lips, opening and closing against your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, tongue swiping over his bite marks. Your eyes were shut tightly, mouth panting out short breaths as though it would somehow relieve the build up that was happening in your core.
It was hot. Too hot. You could feel the sweat on your brow and on every inch of Jeff’s muscles that were pressed tightly against you.
When the pads of Jeff’s rough and callused hand, grasped at your breast you whimpered at his touch. Arching your back, you gripped his hair between your fingers.
“Fuck baby girl, you’re so fucking sexy right now” he panted into your skin.
His lips moved up your neck until they met yours. His tongue, tasting yours as you tried to manage everything you were feeling. You were soaked, you could feel it and you knew your boyfriend could too. Your body felt like it was on fire with Jeff thrusting against you.
“Fuck- god, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you”, he said breathlessly, his mouth still on yours. You both exchanged the hot air between you, kissing the open mouth of the other when you felt you could. You nodded, eager to have him inside of you.
His hands pulled at the Victoria’s Secret labeled fabric and you whined, impatient to wait any longer.
“Mijo- Ahh!” his mother screamed as she entered the room.
The two of you turned to see both of his parents standing in Jeff’s room. Jeff moved quickly, covering the both of you with his sheets.
You could see the red of his father’s cheeks as the older man left the room. His mother, however, stood there covering her eyes with one hand, holding out her cell phone.
“Mom!” Jeff shouted.
“Can I look?” she asked, in response.
Jeff sighed dramatically, his cheeks covered in a red hue as he answered “Yes”.
His mother uncovered her eyes, smiling sheepishly at you, clearly aware of the intimate situation her and her husband had walked into.
“Your Abuela is on the phone, she wants to talk to you” she stated.
“La llamaré más tarde mamá, por favor deje” Jeff pleaded, switching languages to save himself from some of the embarrassment he was already experiencing. He figured this way you wouldn’t understand how pathetic his plea was.
“The call is international, and you know it’s nighttime in Puerto Rico Jeffrey-”
“Está bien, solo vete, saldré en un segundo,” he said quickly interrupting his mother.
She nodded, offering you yet another sympathetic smile before closing his bedroom door.
Jeff shut his eyes as he fell back onto his mattress.
“I thought you said they weren’t coming home until 5!” you whispered to him.
“That’s what the note they left said!” he whispered back.
“Are you sure it didn’t say 2?” you questioned, mortified his mother had seen you near naked with her son.
“Y/N, I just had to have a conversation with my mom while completely hard, can we please not do this right now?” he answered closing his eyes again.
“Fine…but you owe me”, you say, referring to the build of your climax that was abruptly interrupted.
He chokes out a dry laugh in response, nodding in agreement. The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes before he manages to get up to throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.
He moves to leave the room to speak to his grandmother, and you call out for him again. He turns, avoiding the sight of your still mostly unclothed body. His hand covered his eyes in the same fashion of his mother.
“Jeff, what are you doing?”
“The last thing I want is to talk to my Abuela with a hard-on.” he says gesturing to you.
You giggled, pulling the covers closer to you.
“Well, spray some cologne on or something before you go, you smell like sex.”
He shrugged as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
“Fuck it, she already saw us…” he muttered on his way out.