#yes i think yancy likes to edge himself no this isn't me projecting shut up look away /j

[sleeplessinspace]

come clean - yancy x amab!reader

this one goes out to @weirdlyhornyforegos!

happy birthday, w, i hope you have an amazing day! i haven't shown our little jailbird some love yet and figured this would be a nice treat :3

warning(s): nsfw, voyeurism, oral (reader giving), orgasm denial

Is that…?

You pause in the hallway just outside of the cell you share with Yancy, tilting your head as you try to place the sound you just heard. There’s the sound of other inmates in the distance, what sounds like the beginnings of an argument between a guard and an inmate and then—

Moaning.

You flush, a little embarrassed both for yourself and Yancy, and it’s not like you hadn’t taken a little time for yourself—especially after meeting him, your eyes inexplicably drawn to the interesting lines of his tattoos over his muscled arms, the cute curl of his hair—but it had been a while since the last time and hearing this was not helping.

You should go. You were coming back to see if Yancy wanted to tag along for a game of basketball with the others and since he was obviously busy, he should definitely just…

“Nnh—f-fuck, boss…”

You need to go.

“Hah, shit, baby, you look so g-good—fuck!”

You need to leave, now.

But…

You were a little…curious. You’d caught Yancy eyeing you from time to time, obviously when he thought you weren’t looking, and the few times that your eyes met, there was this tension. Either you or he would break eye contact the second it started to build, so nothing ever came of it, but it was there. He clearly liked you—shit, he liked you well enough to jack off to fantasies about you while you were gone, in a cell that both of you shared—and you…

Fuck it, you kinda wanted to watch. You could always apologize later, right? He’d forgive you… probably.

You stepped carefully towards the edge cell, glad that you'd come from the left entrance and were effectively in a blind spot from the view of the bunk bed. Ears hot and an even hotter feeling beginning to pool in your gut as your own cock filled out in your pants, you peek around the corner slowly.

He's on your bunk.

You bite down on a groan, watching Yancy grind against—fuck, yup, that was one of your pillows, he was rubbing precum into your fucking pillowcase, why was this turning you on—your bed and you glance down the hall, finding it empty as the distant fight gets a tad louder.

The guards were probably handling that. Which meant there wouldn't be anyone coming this way for a little while...

"Shhh-shit, baby, please, please lemme cum in your mouth, wanna w-watch it drip on ya face—fuck!”

God, you never would've pegged Yancy to be so...

Desperate.

Licking your lips, you moved to lean against the bars of the cell as Yancy started to stroke himself faster, getting close to his end.

"If you cum in my mouth, how're you gonna get it on my face, Yance?" you call out to him and can’t help but grin a little as he jerks at the sound of your voice, flipping around and hiding himself away beneath a pillow in one quick motion. The same pillow he was grinding against, you notice, and your smile grows a bit meaner.

He doesn’t get to his feet and won’t quite meet your eyes either. “Y/N! Shit, I thought youse was busy w-with, w-with uh, Tiny and ‘em…”

“Uh-huh. Busy.”

“Ay, don’t gimme that look, I thought I had more t-time…” Yancy trails off as you step into the cell, making sure to let the door fall closed quietly behind you. Wouldn’t want anyone to come back too early, after all. “You ain’t mad, right, boss? Fuck, this is your bed, I’m sor—”

He moves to get up and you step close enough to shove him back down, tossing your pillow to the side as well. “I’m not mad at you, Yancy,” you whisper and relish in the little moan Yancy makes when you drop to your knees, reaching over to tease at the wet fabric of his prison joggers over his cock. You thumb against the slit of his cock and smile, enjoying the way he seemed to be so quiet now that you were here.

“You were saying something about cumming in my mouth earlier…”

Yancy groans, throwing his head back as his hips start to rock up into your touch, still teasing him through his pants. “G-god, ya gonna kill me wit’ that look, boss, shit,” he pants and when he glances back at you, you dip your head to suck at his cock through the fabric, a slight tang against your tongue. “Fff—fuckin’ shit, baby, stop, stop, stop I don’t wanna—”

“I thought you wanted to cum in my mouth? Or was it on my face?”

“N-not, not yet,” he reaches down as if to put a hand in your hair and you let him with a little grin, going along with it when he eases your head back to catch his breath. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”

While he recovers, you tug his pants down a little, just enough for his cock to get free. He’s a mess, the length of him covered in shiny precum and your mouth waters a little at the sight.

“You get really wet, huh, Yance?” you murmur, wrapping your hand around the width of him and stroke upwards slowly, the slide of it made easy by Yancy’s precum. “It’s cute.”

“Sh-shut u—uhfuck—!”

You were going to get a bit of an ego with how Yancy was reacting to your touch, and now your mouth enveloping his cock, burying the wet length in the warmth of your mouth. Part of you was even starting to enjoy the taste of him—shit, hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me.

You reach down to your joggers to palm at your own cock as Yancy’s brushes against the back of your throat, the two of you moaning in unison when his hips jerk forward, just enough to choke you a little.

“Hah, boss, you look so fuckin’ good down there, shit, I don’t wanna cum yet, I don’t—” Yancy begs and—yeah, you really liked the sound of him like this—you ease off of him, his cock sliding out with a low, wet noise. He squirms again, the motion looking similar to how he looked when he was about to come earlier and you can’t have that.

You slide your hand down to the base of his cock and squeeze, just hard enough to suppress what was very likely his orgasm. His cock pulses under your touch and you let him go after you're sure he won’t come on your face—there was time for that next time, you wanted him in your mouth—instead reaching down to shove the hem of your joggers and underwear just beneath your balls, your cock now out for you to stroke freely. You’ve hardly touched yourself since you first heard him moaning so you go slow and press your forehead against Yancy’s thigh.

“Are you edging yourself, baby?” you ask, a little enraptured at the sight of him denying himself, one of his hands gripping at the bars of the top bunk while the other spasmed against his side. “Don’t you want to cum down my throat?”

“Sh-shit, don’ talk like that, boss, ‘m barely holdin’ on right now,” Yancy gasps and you lean up to lick at the underside of his shaft, smirking when he grunts, the hand at his side flying out to hold your head back, his fingers tangling tight in your hair. “D-Don’t.”

You smile.

“Make me, pretty boy.”