Worth The [Cruiser]weight by SomethingBlue42
Summary: Wanna put my fingers through your hair
Wrap me up in your legs
And love you till your eyes roll back
I'm tryna put you to bed, bed, bed
I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed

Categories: Completed Het Stories Characters: Justin Timberlake
Awards: None
Genres: Fantasy
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 4909 Read: 3575 Published: Sep 26, 2008 Updated: Sep 26, 2008
Story Notes:

I don't own Justin Timberlake or Nsync but all the work written here is mine and cannot be used without my permission!!! So be cool and don't take mah shit kthnxbai!

 

Written for the PoP challenge in JTPC. Go vote!!! not just for me but for all the stores!

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 Oh and just a little squee on my part because this is my FORTIETH story on NF.com *dance*

 

1. Worth the [Cruiser]Weight by SomethingBlue42

Worth the [Cruiser]Weight by SomethingBlue42

“Did you SEE that last punch!”

 

His eyes dance happily as you fish your keys out of your purse, slipping them into the lock of your apartment door and you can’t help but smile at him. He’s elated, ecstatic even, bouncing on the balls of his feet, repressed energy exuding from his slim but strong frame.

 

It’s a typical fight night. Or typical as of late. He’s been on fire recently, winning bout after bout. The past six months have been a whirlwind of training sessions and practice matches, sparing bouts and fight nights. The only difference is that lately he’s been winning. Not just winning, because he won most of his matches before but he’s been clobbering his opponents in four or five rounds. But tonight was special.

 

“TWO rounds and he was on his back,” Justin exclaims as he slips through the door, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it over the back of one of your small kitchen chairs.

 

“I saw,” you say, grimacing as you remember the fierce look on his face as he threw that last punch, the crack of cartilage breaking when his gloved fist connected with the other guy’s nose.

 

“And barely a mark on me,” he grins, throwing his arms out before rubbing the cut above his eye. “Fuck my ribs don’t even hurt.” He presses his fingers to his ribcage, poking and prodding through the thin thermal shirt he’s wearing.

 

You have to admit you like that part. Seeing him fight is kind of hard on you, watching him take hit after hit, seeing the hard look in his eyes as he goes after his opponent. He’s not your Justin when he’s in the ring. He’s J. Timberlake, Cruiserweight Champion. His hands are weapons instead of instruments of pleasure, he seeks to harm instead of seeking to please. You shiver.

 

“We gotta celebrate,” he says, snatching you against him and winding his arms around your waist, his large hands settling on your hips.

 

“Celebrate how?” you ask incredulously, not daring to hope just yet.

 

His trainer had lined him up for as many fights as possible in the past six months. Strike while the iron is hot and all that mess. But six months of training also means six months of no sex. Saying you’re ravenous for him is an understatement.

 

“Oh you know,” he purrs, his voice taking on that soft seductive quality you haven’t heard in so long. “Maybe we could put on some music…” he trails, his nose nuzzling against yours, his breath fanning warmly against your lips. “…make up for lost time.”

 

You’re breathing hitches and your stomach drops to your toes. “Making up for lost time” is your signal, the euphemism for sex that lets you know when it’s finally okay for you to pounce him and rip his clothes off. After several months of you trying and him telling you no and tears and frustration he’d come up with the signal. You’d been waiting for it for months.

 

“No more fights?” you ask softly, your hands pressing to his chest, gathering handfuls of his shirt in anticipation. You’re practically trembling with it.

 

“Not for a while,” he says just as softly, his hands coming up to smooth your hair down and then holding your face.

 

“I can do whatever I want?” you ask, your voice thick in your throat and his eyebrows raise in surprise.

 

He gives you a crooked smile. “Why don’t you go put something pretty on?” His hands smooth down over your shoulders and arms before settling on your hips again. “then you can have your way with me.” He cups your face again, his eyes boring into yours. “Alright?”

 

You grin. “Okay.”


Girl, change into that Victoria Secret thing that I like
Alright. OK.
Tonight you're having me your way
Perfume
Spray it there
Put our love in the air

 

You rush into the bedroom, hurrying to the closet and digging around the bottom under his beat up running shoes and old boxing gloves, finally finding the square pink box. You hug it to your chest, catching sight of him as he slips in the room and you have to turn away as he grips them hem of his thermal undershirt and tugs it over his head.

 

You slip into the bathroom, closing the door behind you and strip of your clothes quickly, opening the box on the counter and pulling the silk thong up your legs, situating the straps on your hips. You slip into the flyaway baby doll top, tying the front at the dip between your breasts, adjusting the fabric so that the open front exposes as much of your skin as possible, the swell of your breasts heaving against the lace. You bought this for him, for this night, the first night after his training ended. He loves it when you dress up for him.

 

You spritz some of your perfume, the deep spicy scent of amber and patchouli and jasmine falling around you in a mist and you wave your hands around you to try and get as much of the scent to stick to you as possible. A quick fluff of your hair and you swing the door open, sauntering into the room.


Now put me right next to you
Finna raise temp' in the room
First rub my back like you do
Right there (uh huh) right there (uh)
You touch me like you care

He’s laying causally across the bed in nothing but his boxer-briefs, the comforter pulled off, the sheets pulled to the end of the bed. He’s taken the time to light a few candles on the bedside tables and on the dresser, the only light in the room aside from what was filtering in from the bathroom. His mouth drops slightly at the sight of you, his breathing hitching, eyes going dark. You grin, somewhat shy now under his predatory gaze and he licks his lips, a slow smile creeping over his face.

 

“You like it?” you ask softly, fingering the hem of the babydoll top and he nods, shifting up into a sitting position as you take a few steps towards him.

 

“I love it,” he responds dryly, his eyes roaming over the curves of your body, all his favorite parts hidden under lace, your skin shimmering golden in the soft candle light. “Come’ere.”

 

You pad over slowly, adding a little extra sway to your hips and it doesn’t go unnoticed, his eyes riveted on the little silk panties doing very little to mask your want for him. You move to stand in front of him as he slides to sit on the end of the bed, his hands slipping under the open sides of your nightie, pressing his lips just under the bow that holds it closed over your breasts. A flash of heat zooms down to your center at the feel of his lips on your skin and it’s been so long. Your hands go to his shoulders, nails marring his the skin already scared from bouts and sparing matches and he tugs back just enough to look up at your face.

 

You smile down at him, fingers delving into his curls to run through his hair and his eyes close in pleasure as your nails brush backwards from his temple before sliding down his neck, his skin warm beneath your finger tips. His eyes open and he smiles at you, hands smoothing around your back to tug you so that you are straddling his thighs.

 

Something on the bed catches your eye and he cranes his neck over his shoulder to see that you’re looking at a small bottle of massage oil you usually keep in the dresser drawer beside the bed. He shifts under you and when your eyes meet his you find him biting his lip sheepishly.

 

“You want me to rub your back?” you ask, fingers twisting in the curls at the base of his skull and his eyes sink closed, practically purring as you rub his scalp softly.

 

“You don’t have to,” he says without much conviction and you just smile, pulling back from him and when he opens his eyes you nod at the bed.

 

He scrambles to turn over, crawling to the center of the bed on hands and knees before dropping like a rock, the springs groaning in protest. You giggle, slinking over him, swinging one leg over his hips and sitting on the backs of his thighs. He hisses as you drizzle the oil over his skin but hums when your hands smooth slickly up his back. A low moan pulls from his chest as your fingers knead his lats, working the knots slowly, enjoying the sounds of his breathing, the soft murmurs of pleasure under your hands.

 

“Right there,” he mutters softly when you press between his shoulder blades and you push harder, eliciting a loud groan from him that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

 

You work your hands over his skin slowly, relishing in the breathy moans and soft grunts as you knead the tightness from his muscles. You lean over, your hair brushing against his skin and his body stiffens in surprise, relaxing again when he feels your lips press to his shoulder blade, inhaling the light scent of sandalwood with rose undertones.

 

“Stop.”

 Now stop
And let me repay you for the week that you've been through
Workin' that nine to five and stayin' cute like you do
Oh, oh, oh

You sit up as he struggles to roll over beneath you, his body turning and you settle against his lap, nearly moaning at the feel of him half hard under you. He grins up at you, hands reaching for your face as he tugs you down to him, his lips bumping yours lightly before kissing you slowly, his tongue sliding sweetly against yours. Your hands curl against his chest, nails scraping his skin and he hums, pulling back from you slowly. He licks his lips, running his hands over your face and you grin at him, anticipation making you antsy but he wants to take this slow.

 

“You’ve had a tough week huh?” he asks softly and your eyebrows draw together, not understanding. “You’ve been stressed at work and I know how you are the week before a fight.”

 

His fingers comb lightly through your hair, wrapping it around his fingers and watching the highlights glint in the dim candlelight. You smile. You’d completely forgotten anything about that. Real life has a tendency to slip away from you when he’s underneath you like this.

 

“Why don’t you let me make it better,” he grins, his fingers reaching to wrap in the small bow at your chest and tugging, the front of your nightie opening, exposing all of you to him.


I love it (I love it)
You love it (you love it)
Everytime (everytime)
We touchin' (we touchin')
I want it (I want it)
You want it (you want it)
I'll see you (see you)
In the mornin' (in the mornin')

You gasp as his large hands cover your breasts, squeezing and molding them, his mouth hanging open just slightly, his breath coming out in short pants. He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and his fingers twist your nipples, causing your back to arch and your hips to press more firmly against his. He hums softly, wiggling impatiently beneath you as his hands slide over your shoulders, pushing the nightie down your arms and you fling it impatiently into the room.

 

You grip his shoulders, fingers pressing against his heated skin, nails curling as you drag them down his chest and his back arches, eyes rolling back as they close. He bites his lip again, sucking air through his teeth slowly as his hands wander your body, touching you, really feeling you for the first time in months.

 

Your hips are grinding into his steadily, rolling and working the ridged length inside his boxers, enjoying the torturous friction it gives, knowing how good it will be when he’s finally inside you. His hands wander over your skin, dragging the pads of his fingers over the soft skin of your breasts, tracing down your sternum, fanning out against your ribcage where he holds you for a moment before sliding down and gripping your hips, guiding you against him slowly.

 

You let your head fall back, moaning softly and you can’t stand it. You need to feel him. You need to get these clothes out of the way. And these seem to be his thoughts as well as a growl tears from his throat and you squeal as you’re swiftly pulled underneath him.

 

“I think its time I put you to bed.”


Wanna put my fingers through your hair
Wrap me up in your legs
And love you till your eyes roll back
I'm tryna put you to bed, bed, bed
I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed
Then I'ma rock ya body
Turn you over
Love is war, I'm your soldier
Touchin' you like it's our first time
I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed
I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed
 

He grins at you, his breath panting against your lips as his hands delve into your hair and you gulp, a tiny whimper pulling from your throat as he tugs sweetly, tipping your head back so he can ravage your neck. His fingers curl and uncurl against your scalp, weaving his hands further into your hair as his hips roll methodically into yours. You let out a frustrated groan, your hands sliding down his back, pushing impatiently at the waistband of his boxer-briefs. He lifts his hips, allowing you to shimmy him out of them before he kicks them from his legs and you both sigh as you feel him press against your stomach, his face pressing to your shoulder.

 

His hands slide down your body, tugging down your panties in one fluid motion, sitting back just long enough to rip them from your ankles, tossing them aside before he falls back over you, his hands smoothing up your calves to your knees where he guides your legs gently around his waist, settling more firmly over you.  Your breathing hitches as he presses against you, the tip of him nestled against your clit and you sigh against his shoulder, pressing your cheek against it as his lips smudge across your collarbone. His hips shift just slightly and he drags down to your entrance. You gasp as your ankles tighten at his lower back, wanting him to press in, not wanting to wait one second more.

 

You both moan deep in your chests as he penetrates you slowly, his face burrowing into you neck as he grits his teeth, fingers pressing hard against your scalp and you know this is going to be quick. It always is the first time and you love it. You love that he knows you so well, can get you there in a matter of minutes. He shifts his hips just slightly and your nails dig into his back at the sensation. He won’t have to work too hard tonight.

 

“Fuck,” he grunts softly, lifting himself with one arm while the other moves to grip your thigh, tugging your leg tighter around his waist.

 

“God J,” you pant, arms hooking under his to clutch at his back, legs trembling in anticipation as he draws back slowly. “Give it to me.”

 

He growls as he slams back into you, his fingers pressing into your thigh hard enough to bruise and you cry out, tightening your legs around his waist, nails clawing down his back as he works you roughly. You can hear him grinding his teeth, pushing his body to hold out and a lesser man would have been gone already. That’s one thing you love about dating a boxer. The man’s got stamina.

 

All thought leaves you when he hikes your leg just a little higher on his waist and he drives into you, the pleasure so intense that it chokes you, allowing you only a moment to whimper against his shoulder before your entire body seizes, your pussy clamping down on him mercilessly. The air pulls from his lungs as if he’s been punched in the gut and his back arches, his hips crashing into yours fervently. He lets go of your thigh to grip the mattress with both hands, grabbing handfuls of the sheets as he chases his release and you’re panting, writhing beneath him as the wave rises in you again.

 

He lets out a guttural groan, his back going ridged and his last thrust is enough to make you arch off the bed, your body tightening around him again, his name tearing from your lungs as you feel him rush into you over and over again.

 

He collapses on top of you and your body relaxes against the bed, your sweat mingling on your skin and he slides weakly off you, his strong arm wrapping tightly around your waist as he presses his cheek to your bicep. Your eyelids are heavy, your entire body limp and it’s all you can do to bring your hand up to rest on his forearm before your eyes sink shut and you succumb to an exhausted slumber.


I'm starin' at you while you're sleep
Irreplaceable beauty
Put my face up in your neck and breathe (Ooh, breathe)
Take you into my senses
Wake up it's time to finish
Round two, round two
Matter of fact, it's closer to three
She like, "How long I been sleep?"
Shawty kisses turn into the sweetest dreams
Like give it to me
And I can feel her tell me
"My angel, this is wonderful"
Thanks for letting me bless ya
Come down, fly right
Drift back into heaven
Oh, oh, oh, oh

You awake to the feel of calloused fingertips tracing patterns across your back, warm breath fanning against your skin and then silken lips pressing soft dry kisses along your shoulder. A smile tugs at your lips as you stretch, your muscles protesting slightly and you feel the sheet resting lightly on your skin, covering you from the waist down. His hand flattens against your shoulder blades and he smoothes it down your spine and then up again eliciting a full body shiver from you and you hear him chuckle softly.

 

You groan slightly as he presses his face to your neck, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a rush against your skin that has you struggling to get your arms from underneath you so you can reach for him. But he’s quicker, moving to brace one arm on the other side of you, trapping your arms against your body, his smooth chest pressing against the swell of your back as he brushes your hair away from your neck so he can nibble and suck at your skin.

 

You giggle, squirming beneath him, turning your head this way and that, trying to capture his lips but he’s too quick. You finally give up, laying there and letting him do as his pleases, his lips smudging over your neck and shoulders, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin and you sigh contentedly. Your eyes crack open expecting to see gray morning light filtering through the window but find it still dark.

 

“How long was I asleep,” you ask groggily and he merely hums in response, moving his body to rest more fully over you.

 

You moan softly when you feel him pressing, warm and heavy against your lower back, his body aligned with yours, his weight resting comfortably against you. He nibbles at the nape of your neck, his nose nuzzling against you softly. You wiggle, eliciting a soft growl from his throat at the friction and in an instant you’re ready again. You want him.

 

I love it (I love it)
You love it (you love it)
Everytime (everytime)
We touchin' (we touchin')
I want it (I want it)
You want it (you want it)
I'll see you (see you)
In the mornin' (in the mornin')

Whimpering softly to squirm again, struggling to get from underneath him, to turn over, to do anything that could get him inside of you faster but he’s heavy and strong, so much stronger than you could ever dream of being and he doesn’t allow you to move. He’s not finished.

 

You feel him smile against you skin, his mouth opening to drag across your shoulder blade and you hiss, biting your lip as his hands smooth down your sides. He grips your hips, pulling you up onto your knees as he does the same and you feel him drag down over your bottom, your body fitting back against his perfectly. You can feel the tip of him pressing to your entrance, his chest against your back, hands braced next to yours on the bed. He tucks his chin against your shoulder, nuzzling your cheek as he presses in.


Your head hangs forward, moaning softly as his hands move to cover yours, fingers curling around yours as he rocks slowly against you. You can feel and hear his every breath, his chest expanding and contracting against your back, his mouth panting next to your ear. Your mind flutters, not being able to concentrate on any one thing, his skin, the pleasure, his breath, the pleasure, his hands over yours, the pleasure.

 

“God this is amazing,” you groan softly, turning your head just enough to press your cheek harder into his.

 

“Mmm it is,” he pants, his fingers tightening around yours as his hips work a little harder against you and you can’t help the whimper that tears from your throat.

 

Your hips begin to move back against his, grinding back and he groans deep, you feeling it vibrate in his chest. You pant, tugging one of your hands from his to reach back and wrap around his neck, nails scratching the back of his head. In doing so your back arches slightly and you feel him slide deeper, stealing your breath.

 Wanna put my fingers through your hair
Wrap me up in your legs
And love you till your eyes roll back
I'm tryna put you to bed, bed, bed
I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed

The hand still over yours tightens as he moans, his other hand coming up to lift your hair off your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin below your ear and you hiss, your body pressing back harder into his. His chin hooks back over your shoulder, pressing his nose to your cheek as his free hand wanders down your body, grabbing at one of your breasts, squeezing gently. You tremble as his fingers crawl down your stomach, reaching between your legs and the rough pad of his middle finger finds your clit and you see stars, your body coiling.

 

You whisper his name, your breath hitching and you’re so close, his finger rubbing torturously slow, his body burning in and out of yours. His tongue reaches out, tracing the shell of your ear and you body trembles, sucking at him as a pre-orgasmic shiver shakes through you and you’re practically there.

 

“Come for me baby,” he grunts deeply, his finger pressing harder against you and that’s all it takes.

 

Your back arches, his name tearing from your throat as your entire body tenses, muscles spasming as he lets up pressure on your clit only to press harder again, bringing another intense wave over you, causing you to cry out and writhe against him. You heave a shaky sigh, your arms shaking as you support your weight forward, your entire body trembling with the intensity of it.

 

Then I'ma rock ya body
Turn you over
Love is war, I'm your soldier
Touchin' you like it's our first time
I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed
I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed


You groan when he pulls out, leaning back so his legs slide from underneath him as he pulls you with him, turning your body gently and pulling you into his lap. Your leg curls around his waist as your other dangles off the side of the bed, your weight resting fully against his body, still weak, still panting. You hiss as he slips in, pulling your body flush against his, nails digging into his shoulders because its too much too quick, your tender flesh not ready for another assault just yet.

 

He shushes you softly, his hands smoothing up your back to clutch at your shoulders as his mouth opens against your throat and he moans as you shift forward, trying to alleviate some of the pressure from you pelvis and your clit bumps his hipbone. You groan, a sharp shock of pleasure shooting to your toes and it’s too much too soon but it feels so fucking good.

 

You rock against him gently, carefully, and his hands clutch at your back, fingers pressing against your spine, tiny grunts pulling from his throat with every rock of your hips. Your arms drape around his neck, crushing your chests together as your movements become more succinct, working him quickly as the fire coils in your limbs again. God you don’t think you can handle it again so quickly.

 

His head falls back and your nails scrape at his shoulders, eliciting a shiver and a hiss from him, is short nails pawing at your back and you know he’s close. He grits his teeth, reaching back to brace himself on one arm as he leans back to watch your hips roll against him, watching his body enter and leave yours. You think you see his eyes roll as his head tips back in pleasure before falling forward to watch again, the hand still on your back moving to grip your hip, guiding you against him.

 

“Come on baby,” he pants, his eyes riveted on where your body is meeting his and you swallow hard, shaking your head.

 

“I can’t,” you breathe, even though you can feel your body buzzing, tingling with it. It’s so intense, so virile, you don’t know if your body can take it.

 

“Please,” he whimpers, his hand moving from your hip to glide up your torso, curling around your neck.

 

“Justin,” you pant, your body trembling. “I can’t.” You shake your head weakly.

 

“Just one more,” he pants, his hand slipping down and you know what he’s doing.

 

“Justin!” you gasp as his thumb nestles between your folds. “Do-”

 

But before your protest can even full leave your lips, the breath is sucked from your lungs, your entire body convulsing and you come so hard it almost hurts, every muscle in your body seizing tight, the tiniest of whimpers pulling from your throat. You can’t even scream. You heave a dry sob so primal that it doesn’t even sound like you as he crushes your body to his, a guttural groan pulling from his chest as he releases inside of you, his body trembling hard. His arm gives out and he topples backwards, your body falling over his, his hips still grinding up into yours as the last of his orgasm subsides and you lay spent and weak over his trembling body.


Watch the sunlight peak over the horizon
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
The sun ain't the only thing that's shinin'
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

You can’t move, can’t even open your eyes, your body so weak and so tired but satisfied…so satisfied. His breathing is slowing beneath you, your body rising and falling steadily from the movement, his hands coming up to rub down your back before his arms fall weakly at his sides.

 

His head turns and yours does too, pressing your ear of his racing heart and its then you see the light behind your eyes. You peek from beneath your lashes and see that the sun is just now rising, gray light filtering into the bedroom and you’re so exhausted. You feel like you could sleep for days, your eyes sinking closed again, nuzzling your cheek against his skin softly.

 

Just then your alarm goes off, signaling that its time to get up, time for work and you groan, pressing your face harder into his chest and he curses, wiggling underneath you until his foot reaches the beside table, knocking the alarm to the floor and it stops its shrill beeping with a loud clatter. Justin sighs, settling against the mattress again, his arms locking at your lower back. You sigh, your breath rushing against his skin. Guilt eats at you

 

“Ugh I really should go to work,” you mumble and a whine pulls from his throat.

 

“No,” he draws out the word, lacing it with a pout and his arms tighten. “Stay.”

 

“I’ll leave early,” you promise, stifling a yawn. “I’ll have to,” you chuckle. “I got no sleep.”

 

“Just stay,” he says, nodding, hugging you tight and you grin.

 

You look up to find his eyes closed, his head lolled to the side and you know he’s close to sleep. You rest your chin on his chest, watching his face for a moment before sighing.

 

“I just have to take care of a few things and I’ll be right back,” you say softly, pulling yourself up to nuzzle his neck.

 

His eyes crack open. “Promise?”

 

You grin. “Promise.”

  Now I'ma send you out into the world with my love
Tell everybody, Ay
Everybody
Ay, Ay-ay-ay, Ay, Ay-ay-ay, Ay, Ay-ay-ay, Ay
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