joji miller imagines

talk shit get hit

- daddy kink -

j o j i

i watched y/n from across the room as she placed her tiny hand on max's forearm and she threw her head back, giggling.

i continued watching her and max from across the room have a fucking flirt fest in the middle of this party. she smiled at max and he grinned back, placing his hand on the small of her back.

her shirt was pretty low cut, exposing her boobs to anyone who even looked in her damn direction, and her ass of course looked amazing in those black high waisted jeans.

my grip on my red cup tightened and ian stopped telling his story, "dude, are you even listening?" he groaned, "y-yeah, sorry" i replied, looking back at ian.

"alright" ian muttered, as he continued with his story about his horrible plane ride here.
after trying to pay attention to ian, my gaze fell back on max and y/n.

she giggled again and i saw max's gaze fall down onto her rather exposed chest. his eyes flicked back up onto her face and he grinned, were they being fucking serious right now?

she placed her hand on max's chest and he looked down at it, grinning. max started talking and she started curling a piece of hair around her finger, and biting her damn lip.

max grabbed her hand and started pulling her through the crowds of people, trying to take her to the kitchen. that is it.

"ian, sorry man, i'll be right back" i mumbled, placing my hand on his chest, i could feel the blood rising, i had never been more angry in my entire life.

your pov

your eyes landed on joji talking to ian at the other side of the room, this was your chance.
sex with joji was always really kinky, which was great.

but, recently. one night joji came home in a bad mood, but still wanted to have sex, so we did, and it was amazing. so tonight, my plan was to flirt lightly with someone just to make joji angry enough for some good, kinky, sex.

you ran into max after talking to brian and a couple other friends, "hey!" max smiled, pulling me into a hug.

"so, what's going on with you?" you smiled, rubbing your hand on his forearm. "nothin much" he replied, "that's cool" i responsed, fake giggling and placing my hand on his chest, looking at joji quickly.

"what are you doing?" max chuckled lightly, looking at me, "well-" you began to talk, but got interrupted by max.

"you're trying to make him jealous aren't you!?" he chuckled, "no! well" you sighed, "girls are so weird" he laughed, taking a sip from his cup.

"it's just that when jojis mad, or heated, the sex is better. so max, you wanna help me out?" you giggled, placing your hand on his forearm.

you looked over at joji and he was staring at you and max intensely, gripping his cup so hard, his knuckles were white.

"oh my god! you're doing it again!" max laughed, "just help me out, please?" you begged.

"fine, pretend to laugh and i'll look at your tits" max muttered, sipping his drink, "what?" you questioned, "laugh" he whispered.

you did what you were told and through your head back, laughing. you opened your eyes back open and looked at max, "good?" you asked, "perfect" he grinned.

max grabbed my cup from my hand and gave it a shake, "you're a little low, let's go get some more" max mumbled, grabbing my hand and dragging me through the crowds to what i think is the kitchen.