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hanasnx · 7 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

CLAY BERESFORD has to sit down when he gets too exhilarated. When life moves too fast, his heart can’t take it. Breath quickens, eyes haze. He used to power through it, and that’d only make it worse. Now he’s learned the signs, knows to catch it early. The first time you’d kissed him, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stand. A flock of butterflies inhabited his insides, frenzying in a flurry whenever he’d remember what it felt like to touch your lips on his. At that point, he’d believed his heart condition was common knowledge. His mother, his associates, his friends, all constantly brought it up. But you, you were genuinely caught off guard, catching him tenderly ‘round the arm when he’d shown signs of fatigue. Gentle as you could be, you softened the impact to his seat when his legs gave out.

“It, uh, it’s fine. I’ll be fine,” he had rambled, fishing out his meds from his pocket. His trembling hands struggled against the top, but you were there to loosen it for him. You had sat with him until he was ready. He’d never thought hovering around him could be so romantic, especially since he’s not one to care for smothering.

Now, it’s marginally manageable. That thrill he avoids occasionally hits him at the peak of love-making. You can read him, you can see the signals clearly written on him. In the ways he tips his head back, mouth agape to take in more oxygen, how his eyes glaze over, and his grip loosens. There’s less of his attention to go around. You can hear the strain in his grunts; there’s a stutter in his hips, he’s pushing himself too hard while he pushes himself inside you.

“Clay,” you warn, “slow down. It’s happening again.” Your claws brace against his rotator cuff, directing him to back up which he ignores. His body continues to roll, his tip brushing that spongy spot inside you. Regardless if it feels good, if the sheen of sweat on your skin is a result of ardently chasing your lusts, you can’t let him do this to himself again.

“No, no,” he objects, “I can do it this time. I can do it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, crying out over how he hardens his pace instead of receding it. It weakens your muscle in fighting him off. If you can just sever the connection, he’ll remember, he’ll calm down and take a breather. “Clay!”

But you can’t fend him off.

His forehead drops to your shoulder, alerting you to open your eyes. You don’t bother noticing anything else. “Clay? Clay? Are you alright? Talk to me,” Newfound strength floods you, rolling him over to straddle him, his arm thrown haphazardly above his head. His heavy lidded gaze flutters as you pat at his face. “Baby? Speak to me, can you hear me?”

He hums. A low, gravely drawl as his hands venture to your hips. “Baby,” he drags out each of these word, “Fuck… baby, so good.” The air in his chest rapidly falls, panting. You know this isn’t right, yet he makes decisions for you, digging his fingers into the plush of your flesh as he moves you back and forth. His cock fully seated inside you while it brushes your insides.

“Wait, but you’re—“ you protest, but it’s unconvincing. There’s few things you enjoy more than sitting on every inch of his length, the new angle granting you electric shocks up your spine with each rock.

“Feeling so good, my love. Better than I ever have. Better than I ever will.” his sweet words mean the world to you, his soft smile adorning his handsome features as he peeks slyly at you through the narrow sliver of his lids. “Don’t make me stop. Please? I don’t wanna stop.” How can you refuse him?

You figure it’s less pressure on him to be underneath you; you feel more secure in riding him like this. So you move his hands up, allowing them to handle your torso while you do the work. He sits back, and looks pretty for you, while you use him up.

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undercovernationalsuperstar · 15 days

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THESE CHEEKS CLAPPING AND THEY AIN'T USING HANDS

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offthethirlwall · 5 months

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me practicing for hayden christensen

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bloatedandalone04 · 11 months

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Open Invitation

➪the one where hayden’s day off with you gets interrupted.

Warnings: smut, fluff, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, established relationship, interrupted smut, sexting, teasing, swearing (omg), part 2 is where the fun begins...

Word Count: 4k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The fact that Hayden was given the day off today was a miracle. He had been in and out of the house so often that he was beginning to feel overworked, but he would never say that out loud.

He loves his job and loves what he gets to do, so he would never voice out the few downsides he felt came with it.

The biggest downside was his limited time he had with you before he had to be on set. How limited? Some days it was non-existent as he was usually out of the house before you even woke up. Other days it was a mere few minutes before he was running the risk of being late.

It also didn’t help that he was always exhausted whenever he returned home, so he couldn’t stay up late and spend the rest of the night with you like he wanted.

This project was a bit different than the others, though. Instead of needing to leave you for months on end, the film was being made on a set that was half an hour from where you two lived, so he got to wake up and go to sleep next to you every night. It was a change he quickly found himself growing accustomed to, although he knew that he’d have to actually leave you again in the future once this movie was done.

For now, he was content with coming back home to you after a long day’s worth of filming.

Today he had no scenes to film and was given the day off, something he had told you about beforehand so you weren’t waking up early to see him off like you always tried to do. It was nearing ten in the morning when he woke up, the extra four hours of sleep he got had left him feeling more rested than he had in a while.

Looking to his left, Hayden squinted at the small stream of sunlight that crept through the gap in the black-out curtains and left a line of light that stretched across the room. He felt you shift beside him and he turned to look at you, a small smile gracing his lips when he realized that you were holding his right hand in both of yours, still lost in sleep.

His left hand, adorning the silver band you put on him a few months prior on what could only be described as the best day of his life, reaches over and tucks your hair behind your ear. Your eyes moved behind your eyelids and he briefly wondered what you were dreaming about before the urge to take you into his arms became too much to resist.

It had been weeks since he was able to just hold you in the comfort of your own bed without having to rush afterwards. He missed you, despite still seeing you everyday. Maybe he was selfish, but he strongly believed that no time would ever be long enough when it came to you.

He inched closer to you, keeping his hand locked in yours as he moved his head down to place a kiss to your collarbone. In his defense, your smooth skin was just asking for it, the way his oversized shirt hung loosely off your shoulders, exposing a fair amount of your skin to him. He places another kiss to your shoulder, and another to the base of your neck.

You moved slightly, your sleeping self tilting your head back and holding onto his hand tighter. He couldn’t help the prideful smirk that formed on his lip at how responsive you always are for him, even while you’re sleeping.

Without waking you up, Hayden somehow managed to move so he was hovering over you, the sheets loosely wrapped around his waist and his hand still clasped in yours. He leans down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, his lips turning upwards when he sees your eyes open to meet his. “Good morning,” he said against your skin, allowing you to pull your hand from his so you could caress the side of his face.

Humming quietly, a lazy smile formed on your lips. “It is now,”

Hayden hummed back, a smirk forming on his lips as his mouth moved further down your body. “Just good?” He asks, pressing a kiss to the skin of your stomach, his shirt you stole having lifted and exposed your lower abdomen to him. “I can think of a way to make it better.”

His words have your chest tightening in excitement. “Oh, yeah?” You ask, biting down on your lower lip to stop the growing grin as sleep slowly begins leaving your body. “How?”

A kiss was placed on your hip, then another on the opposite one, before his teeth were tugging on the thin lace that covered your core. “By having you come around my tongue within minutes after waking up,”

Your face heats up at his words, a deep blush fanning across your cheeks as he tugs the fabric down your legs. “Hm, looks like someone woke up wanting me,” you tease, instinctively reaching down to grab his left hand as you felt his breath against your heat.

“I always wake up wanting you,” he replied before his tongue poked out and licked a stripe up your folds, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. Your free hand immediately reached for his hair, the strands a freshly dyed dark brown for his role.

Hayden wasn’t one to turn away from physical changes to his appearance for his roles, whether that be in the form of a new hair color, weight loss or gain, or a fair amount of facial hair that needed to be grown. You remembered the time when he had to gain more than a couple of pounds in muscle for his role as Anakin for Revenge of the Sith, and you vividly remember how infatuated you had become with his body and his determination to reach his goal.

His dedication to his job was a massive turn on, so you were more than happy to indulge in his latest appearance change, even if it wasn’t a drastic one.

Hayden with dark hair was just…..damn near edible, for a lack of better words.

His words go right through you and you can’t help but agree with him, “I wake up wanting you, too,” you barely get out, your voice sounding more breathy than normal.

He grinned against you, his eyes fixated on yours as he focused his attention on the small bundle of nerves just above where he licked a stripe. You tear your eyes away from his as you turn your head, the bright red numbers of the clock on his nightstand staring back at you.

10:03 AM.

You bite your lip in a grin, your hand tightening its hold on his as you take in the fact that you’d have him all to yourself for the whole day. It was rare for him to get days off in the middle of filming a movie, so you were taking what you could get with open arms.

And, as per his request, open legs.

Your eyes meet his once again as you sink further into the pillow, and the look he gave you while his tongue circled your clit had a loud moan leaving your lip. He looked at you with hooded eyes, his piercing blue irises staring into yours as his arm wraps under your thigh and his hand presses against your hip.

“Fuck,” you nearly laugh in disbelief at just how lucky you had gotten. The hottest guy you had ever seen in your life was your husband, and was currently waking you up in the best way possible.

Hayden smirks at your reaction, his tongue gently but firmly massaging your clit. You softly tug on his hair, the deep groan he lets out sending a searing jolt up your body. Your hips try to lift but are unable to due to his tight hold on you, his hand pinning you back down. “Do you like it when I do that?” He asks, his voice deep and eyes dark with lust.

You nod, a hum of confirmation leaving your lips.

“Mhm,” he hummed back, creating another wave of vibration through you.

“Fuck,” you press your brows together at the feeling, refraining from bucking your hips upwards as you knew he would just hold you down. “Do that again.”

Hayden’s tongue swirled around your nerves before his open mouth closed around them, sucking your clit as he moaned around it.

Your eyes roll back as your legs begin to shake, the stimulation becoming too much to handle a mere five minutes after waking up. Still, you allowed him to continue.

A sharp breath leaves you when his teeth graze over the nerve, your stomach twisting in an all too familiar feeling. Your back arches then immediately falls back down onto the bed when his phone went off from its place on his nightstand.

Your high quickly fades away as his mouth leaves your core and he lifts himself up, the sheets falling from his form as he reaches over to grab the still ringing phone.

“Are you serious?” You ask as you try to regulate your breathing.

“Sorry,” he says as he kneels next to you. “I meant to turn this off last night.”

Hayden was about to ignore the call when he saw the name of the assistant director. His brows furrowed as he held his finger up, half to silence your annoyed whine and half to let you know that he had full intention on picking up where he left off once he was done with the call.

He was met with the assistant’s pitiful voice when he answered the call on the fourth ring. “Hey, I’m really sorry, Mr Christensen,” he started and Hayden felt his heart fall, already knowing exactly what this call was about. “But we actually need you on set today. I apologize for the late notice, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

He could’ve rolled his eyes at the irony of those words. ‘Actually, yeah, you are’ he wanted to say but held back, instead settling on giving you a forced smile as you took his free hand in yours. “No, not at all,” he says and watches as you turn his wedding band around his finger a few times, boredom quickly falling over you. “What time am I expected to be there for?”

He hated that he was asking that, and he hated the way your eyes widened slightly as you tried to figure out what they were talking about. Hayden could only hope that he had at least a few more hours with you before he was called off to set.

“Yeah, um,” Charlie, the assistant, trailed off and a rummaging sound was heard in the background. “We were hoping you were able to come in, say….right now?”

Hayden’s eyes left you as his head fell back in a silent groan. He stared up at the ceiling in dread, feeling the bed dip as you pushed yourself up to copy his kneeling stance. “Right,” he started, feeling your hands tug on his arm in an attempt to get him to look at you. It worked as his guilty eyes met your confused expression. “Uh, yeah, that’s….fine. I’ll be there soon.”

Your face falls at his words and he barely hears the relieved cheer from Charlie before he’s hanging up and frustratingly tossing his phone onto the bed. You watch as it hits the soft comforter before you look back up at him. “What was that?” You ask but fear you know damn well what it was. “Do not tell me you just got called onto set.”

The conflicted look he gave you was all the confirmation you needed.

“Oh, my- and you said yes?” Any and all rational and reasonable thoughts were out the window at this point.

He gave you a look. “I kind of had to,”

You whine and fall back onto the pillows, your hands reaching for the sheets as you huff. “I cannot believe you woke me up, went down on me but didn’t let me finish, and now you’re leaving just when things were getting good,” you mutter before adding, “And doing all that on your off day? Unbelievable.”

You weren’t mad, not really. You understand how unpredictable his job can be, so you’re usually prepared for things like him getting called in on his days off, or him having to cancel plans.

You just wish the timing wasn’t this bad.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he leans over to place a kiss to your head before quickly getting up. He throws on a t-shirt and dark jeans in a matter of seconds, completing the simple look with one of his many hats in an attempt to cover his messy hair - the result of your relentless tugging. “I’ll make it up to you.”

He grabs his phone from the bed and his keys from the nightstand before looking at your unmoving form still half under the covers.

He laughs at the grumpy look you wore. “I promise,” he says before heading towards the door. He pauses halfway under the frame, his hand on the doorknob. “I love you.”

You fight off a smile and cross your arms as he waits for you to say it back. “I love you, too,” you give in and watch as a grin takes over his face before he’s closing the door behind him.

It was probably in Hayden’s best interest to have not woken you up this morning as it was nearing twelve in the afternoon and you had yet to be able to fall back asleep.

You were far too turned on to ignore the constant throbbing in your core, no matter how many times you tossed and turned. The ache just didn’t go away, and your husband was the one to blame.

You longed to feel the soothing muscle of his tongue on your most private part again, itched to have his hands pinning down your hips and moans pulsating through your core.

He was a tease, you came to that conclusion pretty quickly when you realized that there was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep. Not with the emptiness between your legs and the build up of your high still lingering in your body.

It only made sense that if he got to get you all riled up then leave, you could also do the same to him. Sort of.

You wouldn’t be able to leave him as he was on a closed off set, and if you were being honest, you didn’t feel like using your set pass to go rile him up in person, anyway.

Throwing off the sheets, you lazily push yourself up and off the bed.

In the bathroom connected to your shared room, you prop yourself up on the marbled countertop, the hem of his shirt reaching just past the middle of your thighs. You grab your phone and snap a picture of yourself from your shoulders down, your chest, torso and thighs being the only things shown. Still, you knew the sight of your bare legs would get a reaction out of him, even if it was just a small one.

Still upset you left so suddenly this morning :( I miss you

You add the photo and send it to him, not entirely sure when he’d be able to get the chance to see it.

His response came quicker than you expected it to - a mere five minutes after you sent the photo.

Hayden <3: I’m sorry :( I miss you, too. I like that photo, wish I could see your pretty face, though.

A blush spreads across your cheeks as you read his text, a feeling of mischief rising inside you. You jump down from the counter and make your way back into the room, running the tip of your finger along the wooden surface of the dresser. Pulling open the top drawer, you hold back a smirk as you pick up the light pink lace you only wear on special occasions.

There was nothing special about today, but the plan currently brewing in your head was just too good to pass up.

Hayden carried a feeling of guilt within him during the entire drive to set, and even carried it during the filming of his scenes.

Part of him was mad at the crew as he was promised a day off, one he was given weeks in advance and one he had all planned out, and the other part of him was….well..horny.

Going down on you wasn’t just for your pleasure, but also for his. He loved doing it, loved the sounds you made with his head between your thighs, and loved how responsive you always are to him.

He wished he was with you right now. He had been counting down the days until he was able to stay in and spend a full day with you, who was always so understanding and someone he was beyond grateful for. Hayden was convinced there was no one else in the world better than you.

There was no telling when he’d be given another day off, with reshoots and edits and all that coming after he finishes filming. He just wants one day, one day to have you all to himself without worrying about his job, one day to do whatever he pleases.

The next few months will be brutal.

My Wife: I can show you something better than just my pretty face ;)

Hayden had very little time to prepare himself for the sight he was met with when he clicked on the photo.

Attached to your text was a picture of your chest, the length of your body on full display except for the parts he desperately wanted to see, which were covered by the pink lace set you had worn more than once. His favorite.

He couldn’t be more grateful that he was given a few minutes to himself before he was due for his next scene.

Bringing his phone closer to him and away from the multiple crew members that were in the same room as him, he hastily types out his reply before trying to keep himself calm.

Don’t do this to me.

Please.

He should’ve known you wouldn’t give up easily. And part of him didn’t want you to. An even bigger part of him wanted you to continue to send him pictures like the one you just sent now, this one being a close up of your chest with one of the straps of the bra falling from your shoulder.

My Wife: Do what?

My Wife: I’m just giving you some motivation to get home faster.

He was so screwed.

He wasn’t able to type out another reply before the screen switched to one that showed an incoming call from you. He answered almost immediately, turning away from the crew and refraining from running his hand through his recently styled hair. “Y/n,” he says rather than greeting you in the usual way and you only laugh quietly on the other end, making his heart skip a beat at the sound.

“Hi, honey,” you say cheerfully, twirling your hair around your index finger as you sat on the edge of the bed you had just made. “Did you like my pictures?”

“You need to stop,” he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

He could picture the pout you wore as you ask, “Why? Don’t you like them?” Your voice gave away any act you were trying to put on as your words dripped with a teasing tone. “I took them just for you. Here, this one is better.”

The phone vibrated against his ear and he pulled it away just as another picture flashed on the screen, this one being of your lower half. The lace was pulled high up, revealing only an inch or two of your core and he was now beginning to feel desperate again, wanting so badly to be back at home with you. Heat washes over his body and he groans in both desperation and dread at what was bound to happen if you kept teasing him like this. “Baby, stop,”

Your laugh meets his ear once again as he brings his phone back up to plead with you. He was seconds away from being called back to set and there was no way he’d return when he felt as though all of his blood had rushed to his length. “If that’s what you want,” you trail off as you lay back against the bed, your free hand resting dangerously low on your stomach. “I guess I’ll just have to find something else to entertain myself with.”

“I’m sorry, angel,” he sighs and rubs his forehead as he meets the director’s eyes. He gestures for him to come back over and Hayden nods quickly and turns back around. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, I promise, I-”

He abruptly stops talking when he hears a sound he had heard from you too many times to count now. The hushed whisper you had let out when he was saying his goodbyes….it was borderline a moan. There was no way you’re…touching yourself, right?

He stays silent and waits a few seconds to see if you would make another noise, secretly wanting to hear you again.

When you remain silent he tries again. “I gotta go, baby, I’ll see you soon-”

Another quiet whimper leaves your lips and successfully shuts him up for the second time. “How soon?” You murmur and let out a low hum as your wandering hand travels further down your body. “You know I can get impatient sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” He forces out a laugh before dropping his voice to a lower tone. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing right now?”

He wasn’t sure why he was asking, or what he even wanted the answer to be. He’d no doubt become even more turned on, but he’d also feel a bit frustrated that it wasn’t him who was touching you.

“I might be,”

“Seriously?” He groaned then quickly moved away when one of the stage crew members gave him a funny yet concerned look. His voice dropped in a hushed whisper, “This isn’t fair.”

“I can’t help it,” you defend yourself weakly as the tip of your index finger finds the semi-sensitive outline of your clit through the pink lace. “You made me feel so good this morning, baby, then you just left. That was pretty unfair, too, Hayden.”

“I know,” he groaned out, glancing back at the director and giving a quick thumbs up to let him know that he was almost done. “I wish I was there with you right now….wish that I was inside you. I miss your taste so much.”

His words make your finger pause as they sink in, the filth masked behind his kind voice unfamiliar. Usually it was you who did most of the dirty talk, so to hear it come from him was rare yet it never failed to leave you breathless, hopelessly clenching around nothing.

“I’d do anything to be back at home with you, to hear those beautiful sounds you make for me,” he was returning the teasing completely now, your plan backfiring and now leaving you both sexually frustrated beyond belief. “To be buried so deep in you. I can’t stand to be away from you, pretty girl.”

A desperate whimper leaves your lips, unknowingly making Hayden’s jeans tighten a bit, and you sigh heavily.

You bring your hand back up and rest it over your stomach once again, deciding to hold off until you see him later on, no matter how badly you wanted to feel a sense of relief. ��Then hurry up and film your scenes so you can get back home to me,”

Part 2

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fuckmyskywalker · 5 months

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☆。*。Happy Anyafest!

— Hello! Welcome to the start of the Anyafest! To celebrate Holidays and my birthday, I'll be doing 15 days of fics. This is something I've been thinking for a while and something very special to me. This blog has been my special place for almost a year now and it has been such a wonderful and lovely experience! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it! | — From December 15th 2023 to December 30th 2023!

☆ Taglist! / Navigation!

➼ December 15th : High and Dry - AOTC Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 16th : Piano Tiles - AJ (from the movie Takers).

➼ December 17th : Wrapped up - CW!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 18th : Midlife Crisis - Dilf!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 19th : Welcome Home - Luke Skywalker.

➼ December 20th : My favorite flavor - Anakin Skywalker [Eroguro, Gore].

➼ December 21st : Red - Darth Vader.

➼ December 22nd : Bouncing Bells - Sam Monroe.

➼ December 23rd : Last Minute Shopping - Dad's best friend!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 24th : Mistletoe - Clayton Beresford.

➼ December 25th : Angel - Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 26th : Hungover - Trailer trash!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 27th : Icing - Luke Skywalker.

➼ December 28th : Movie Marathon - Luke Skywalker x Reader x Han Solo.

➼ December 29th : Warm - Obi-Wan Kenobi.

➼ December 30th : Happy Birthday! - Clayton Beresford.

— Thank you so much for reading! I hope you have a wonderful Holidays! 💙

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noradegrantz · 19 days

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Be My Daddy

CEO! Anakin x fem! reader

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warnings: sexual content, implied smut, age gap, fingering, sex, established relationship

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this fanfic is inspired by Lana Del Rey’s unreleased song “Be My Daddy”

I really hope that y’all will enjoy this! <3

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You were young, carefree, in your early 20s and shining amongst everyone around you.He was in his early 40s. Anakin Skywalker. The guy every woman in town craved. The way he was so strong, nice, kind and most importantly, yours. Yours forever.

You see, he was a business owner. You met him when you went in his company to get a job, not knowing what would follow after just chatting with him, the CEO of the company, while he waiting in line in a nearby cafeteria to grab something to eat and your usual coffee. He was waiting in line behind you. The worker handed you your coffee but as you turned around to go out you overstepped and accidentally spilled it on his new tie.

It was blue, like his eyes.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry-“

you turned to look at him, he moved his gaze to your face. He looked at your face and smiled. Then grabbed a napkin and whipped it a bit.

“It’s alright, don’t worry, it was an accident sweetheart”

He smiled at you

You looked down and awkwardly muttered

“H-Have a nice day!”

slowly you left the cafeteria and walked out while blushing. He was beautiful you said to yourself. You moved the thoughts aside though since you had to be in your job interview in less than ten minutes. You quickly walked towards the building. You stepped inside and a worker asked you if you are here for the job interview. You replied yes so she lead you outside of Mr.Skywalker’s office. You hadn’t rlly checked his background. The only thing you knew is that he was the CEO.

You were waiting for about fifteen minutes until his assistant told you that you could go into his office. You walked inside and instantly froze. It was him. The guy from earlier in the café. You felt embarrassment wash all over you again. He noticed it.

“Oh Miss, please have a seat. Are you still upset about earlier? Please don’t be, I’m okay!”

He gave you a warm smile which made you feel better. You moved closer and shook hands with him.

And that was how you started working there. You quite literally passed the interview with just showing him your biography. The rest of the time he just chatted with you about random stuff.

Moving on to 6 months later, in his apartment. Laying on his bed naked, with your legs still shaking from the orgasm you just had. He kept fucking you since the moment you stepped in from work.

He kissed your forehead

“My pretty baby…always so good for me..”

You quickly fell asleep and right after you did he did as well.

The next morning you woke up. Feeling so sore. You moved the bed covers to your chest so you could cover it. Slowly moved your body to sit properly on the bed. You looked around but he wasn’t next to you or anywhere in the room.

You worriedly asked

“A-Ani..? Are you here”

His head instantly popped out of the bathroom in his bed room.

“Hey angel, you’re up. Good morning!”

He said as he slowly walked towards you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Did you sleep well baby? Are you feeling any pain? Let me know if anything hurts, okay?”

He said as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear. Then he sat on the bed. You got on top of him. Sat on top of his lap as the bed covers fell off you, once again exposing your naked figure to him. He put his hands on your hips. You started kissing him passionately as you slowly moved your hands to his hair. You started making out with him. He grabbed your breasts and lightly squeezed them. A soft moan left your lips as he did.

“What was that doll? Are you needy? Is my baby needy?”

He playfully said.

“Daddy…please touch me…more”

He moved his hand towards your aroused womanhood. He played with a clit a bit and then inserted two fingers inside. He moved his fingers slowly and after a while his pace got faster. You squirmed as he kept abusing your needy hole.

“D-Daddy..! I’m so close..”

He smirked and said, in his low husky voice.

“Go on Baby, come on my fingers…my beautiful girl..”

He kept praising you till you came and then collapsed on top of him. Once again, his fingers truly did wonders. He kissed your head as you were shaking on top of him

“That’s it doll…always so perfect for me. Always perfect…”

you muttered through deep breaths from your previous orgasm.

“you’ll always, be my daddy..”

Thank you for reading !

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Hii! I saw that you were receiving requests, so I was wondering if you could write something with Clay beresford. So you know he’s like very reserved and serious, so everyone thought that Clay would be a very cold and distant boyfriend, but when the reader and him start dating, everyone’s speeches to see how sweet and loving he is. Just some fluffy scenarios. Thank you!! It’s okay if you don’t want to write it:)

proving them wrong.

pairing. clay beresford x female reader.

outline. though known to be cold and reserved, when clay starts dating you, everyone is surprised to see the loving and affectionate man that he actually is.

contains. fluff, established relationships, mild social judging, marriage, and mentions of pregnancy.

authors note. thank you sm for the req anon muah <3

after months of shy glances and nervously exchanged smiles from across the room at various work functions, you finally worked up the courage to give clay beresford your number. to your surprise, he called within the hour to ask you to dinner that weekend.

your friends were shocked at your news, warning you of clay's reputation for being cold. "don't get your hopes up y/n, we all know clay isn't one for emotions or commitment. just be careful, okay?" while their concern was sweet, you got the sense there was more to clay beneath surface assumptions.

the dinner went wonderfully, clay being the perfect gentleman pulled out your chair and listened intently to you speak. any awkward silences didn't feel uncomfortable but companionable. by the night's end as he walked you to your door, you felt a fluttering start taking root in your heart seeing his normally serious expression soften into a gentle smile solely for you.

more dates followed, each only increasing your connection and affection for one another. to everyone's surprise, clay proved a caring boyfriend always attentive to your needs, happiness and comfort. grand romantic gestures were replaced by tender looks and leisurely strolls enjoying each other's company without need for flashy displays.

the warmth in his eyes and tender caresses meant more than any elaborate showmanship ever could. for the first time you felt truly seen and cherished for who you are within rather than superficial assessments judging without bothering to peel back concealing layers guarding his heart. through patience and understanding clay eventually lowered all defenses with you alone.

slowly your friend's bigotry started cracking as well, catching how gentle yet strong arms encircled your form at gatherings without desire for bravado. simple intimate moments when clay would kiss your temple in passing melted cynicism into understanding why this reserved man captured your soul so wholly.

his wealth and inheritance mattered little to the devotion within warming your life to brilliance. words flowed freely, laughter liberating what stress accumulated through days apart soothing away in tranquility of each other's sanctuarying presence. in your arms clay discovered solace calming all turbulence of doubts plaguing mind when alone.

so it continued through months turning to seasons, love blossoming ever more vibrantly where commitment tended roots nourished by understanding alone waters true affections blossoms requiring only sunlight of smiles warmed by souls mirroring each other's radiance. misunderstandings faded beneath blossoms thriving where care sustains dreams nurturing lifelong partnerships amid life's changes.

two years finding bliss together passed in companionship's tranquil stroll, contentment's sighs breathing life afresh during stolen moments sheltering hearts entwined from turbulence beyond your calm port. talking late into nights after family dinners, fingers interlaced, remnants of days worries evaporated under tender caresses and kisses sweeter than any nectar reviving your soul to clay's humming rhythm.

his protective yet liberated spirit known fully by your heart alone rejuvenated purpose anew each dawn waking limned in his softened gaze sharing pillow talking until obligations reluctantly summoned you both from comfort's embrace. forever imprinted upon your soul remains memory of proposal kneeling upon sand caressed by ocean's susurrus, waves lapping celebration of love's permanence within clay's watery eyes reflecting your radiant smile mirroring joy illumining his normally guarded visage.

a summer wedding follows amid friends and family fully supportive now of your perfect union, witnessing love transcending surface levels carved deeply as roots anchoring two souls as one. traveling the world strengthening already unbreakable bond, learning of clay anew through wanderings unveiling pieces you fit to his mosaic glimpse by glimpse, deepening cherishing beyond any limit imaginable before love found your separate halves.

three fulfilling years later, you're cradling your newborn daughter within your arms as clay gazes upon you both with such emotion flooding watery eyes, your heart has never felt fuller nor purpose clearer than raising this miracle of pure love cementing forever your fate intertwined.

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#hayden christensen #anakin #anakin x reader #anakin smut #anakin x you #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen x reader #clay beresford #clay beresford x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x female reader

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Clay Beresford x Autistic!Reader (Well… Technically, Writer) Head Canons (With NSFW)

[I think you all know this was inevitable. I warned y’all on my account that I would fall for Clay Beresford hard. 🥲 Probably why this one is so fucking long]

You meet him around a month after his incredibly traumatic heart transplant. Obviously, he and Samantha got a divorce.

For a while, Clay thought he could never find love again after giving everything he had to someone who didn’t really care for him.

That is, until he met you. It’s at the hospital, where you sometimes volunteer to take care of the younger patients.

You accidentally bump into Clay, who’s still working through his trust issues with the staff at the hospital.

That day, he’s a little irritable, but when he notices that you genuinely want to apologize for bumping into him… he offers you a light smile and introduces himself.

You’re very shy, not too used to long conversations or maintaining eye contact with strangers for such long periods of time… but you feel like you’re staring into the eyes of someone who’s been through a difficult situation in the recent past.

And, as fate would have it, so have you. In much less awful circumstances, but still traumatic.

It was a toxic friendship, and it ended only after you finally got away from them around that September. Like Clay did for Samantha, you gave this friend everything but you only got about half the sincerity and care in return.

You and Clay encounter each other the next day, and this time the conversation ends up being longer than the first. You two have a chat about your new favorite tv show- or, if you prefer, the whole country’s favorite new tv show- The Office! [leave me alone. I’m a sucker for it. I’m almost sure every adult in the United States was watching this show during its initial run. My parents were! I don’t know what to tell you]

The two of you start out as friends, but after a couple of weeks, you get closer to Clay. You let down your walls even more, and he lets down his.

Because of your internalized ableism, you fear that Clay will never look at you the same way if you tell him that you’re on the autism spectrum.

But he surprises you when you tell him that you are. He just says, “I’m glad you told me,” before he shows you the scar from his heart transplant surgery.

You listen to him describe his experience- you immediately despise his ex wife, Samantha, because not only are you jealous of her, but you’re also very angry that she put Clay through a year of lies. After he finishes the story, he cries. You hold him, and you cry too because of the fact that it went horribly wrong, when it really shouldn’t have!

But what’s done is done. And Clay is alive. But the pain still remains. Not just the physical pain, he has meds for that. There’s no medicine to fix a broken heart.

But when he’s with you… he feels so safe. And you feel safe with him too. But still, you have fears about him turning around and telling you that he doesn’t like you.

And yet, you two can’t seem to be apart for one day without spending time together. Whether it’s for an Office watch party, or just to take a walk around New York.

You have a dog named Zip. [Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen! I will never move on. That dog was everything to me] He’s a golden retriever, and he’s your best friend. Along with your roommate, but Zip is the best dog in the world. [hey, like in real life! 😩 I miss my dog!] Clay loves him, even if he sheds a lot, and has fish breath.

But that dog loves Clay right back.

If you’re being completely honest, that toxic friend was kind of indifferent to Zip. But not Clay. Clay always has a new dog toy to give to Zip.

“You’re going to spoil him!”, you say when he comes to your apartment to watch the premiere of The Office Season Four.

“That’s the plan,” Clay replies nonchalantly. “And besides, it was only five bucks.”

You’ve known Clay is rich. That’s not what bothers you. What bothers you is that he seems to spend so much money on dog toys! During one of the commercial breaks in the show, you ask him, “Why do you always buy dog toys for my dog? I’ve never asked that of you.”

He shrugs. “Well, I love Zip, and I love his owner too,” he says. Before you can even react, Clay takes your hand and kisses it softly. “You heard me. I love you.”

Tears prickle your eyes. You feel your cheeks heating up. You want to tell him that you feel exactly the same way… but no words come from your mouth. All the insecurities you’ve ever felt are coming back, but you don’t want them back.

Clay can tell when something is wrong and when you feel awful. Especially if you’re trying really hard to hide your tears. “Y/N, is everything okay?”, he asks softly.

“Yeah.”

“No,” he says, “there’s something wrong. You know you can talk to me.”

“I- I don’t know how to say it… other than I love you too.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Zip comes over, so you start petting him. “I just… I don’t know how you could ever actually love me.”

Clay can’t help but scoff. “You’re kidding, right?” The look on your face tells him that no, you are a hundred percent serious. That breaks his still very new heart.

“Well, first off, you’re very beautiful,” he says as he cups one of your cheeks, “and secondly, you’re funny. And third… I feel like I could trust you with my life. And it’s still not easy for me to do that right now, but I really do trust you.” He takes a deep breath, pets Zip too. “Do you trust me, Y/N?”, he asks in that soft voice that gives you butterflies in your stomach.

Without hesitation, you nod. “Yes.” Zip is at your feet now. You look down and see that he’s got his head on Clay’s feet. “I think Zip loves you too.”

He smiles widely as he asks, “Is that true, buddy?” The dog sighs in response. Clay laughs. “Good boy.”

The commercial break ends. That point in The Office comes up: https://youtu.be/JF5HCUmINE4?si=YlzcY-2yZABy_i-n

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You guys have to rewind it three times because you’re laughing so hard!

By the time the “Fun Run” scene happens, Clay has your head in his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair. You’re both completely in love with each other, but not quite sure how to define your relationship now.

But as soon as the show is finished, Clay gives you an easy option: be his girlfriend. And you don’t deny him that very first kiss. It’s your first kiss. And you’re very happy that it’s Clay.

Your first date is actually in Central Park’s dog park. And yes, Zip comes along. But neither of you would have it any other way because you both love that dog so much. And Clay loves you so much. And you love him so much.

Your first proper date is at a fancy restaurant, and Clay has used his wealth to his advantage, making sure that the venue is sensory friendly and that you can eat as you please without worrying about encountering something that might make you uncomfortable.

Your second date ends at his old childhood home, which he inherited from his mother. She gave her heart to him so he could live, and you wish you could have met her because she sounded like an amazing mother.

But it’s here that Clay gives you his all, and where you give yourself up to him. It’s a bit scary at first, but Clay is as patient as can be. He’s gentle, and he very much understands how vulnerable this moment is for you.

But he surprises you once again because he praises your body, flaws and all. He doesn’t just praise you with words. No, he praises you with his actions. The one that takes your breath away is the act of kissing you where you two will eventually join your bodies together. It’s a long act, one that Clay draws out for at least an hour before he makes you come… quite hard.

He’s constantly glancing up at you while he eats you out, constantly speaking to you and taking care of you as he gently squeezes your thighs. “You’re so pretty.” You whine in response. “You are so pretty, sweetheart.” You whimper and shake your head, but before you can even protest… he gives you even more affectionate and passionate affirmations. You can’t form words to express your feelings of self doubt because you’re just feeling so, so good… and it’s all because of Clay Beresford’s mouth.

By the time you’ve come down from that orgasm, you speak. And the words make your boyfriend sad. “I’m not pretty.”

He’s just finished washing his mouth [because safe sex] when you tell him this.

Clay’s heart nearly stops. If it had been the one he was born with, he’s sure he’d have dropped dead as a result of hearing you say such a thing about yourself. But thank goodness he has his mother’s incredibly strong heart. It doesn’t hurt any less, of course, because the fact remains: you don’t think you’re pretty.

“Y/N, you are very beautiful,” he says as he walks over to you and takes your face in his hands. “You hear me?” You can’t help but take your eyes away from his because you feel so overwhelmed by the sincerity of his words. “Come on, baby. Look at me.” When you do, he kisses your forehead and tells you, “I know you’re struggling right now, but I want to help you. So, just for tonight, I want you to pretend that you know you’re the most beautiful woman alive. And I know it’s not gonna be easy, but I believe in you. And I’m gonna make sure you feel so good, okay?”

You find yourself nodding, even though a part of you is still in doubt about what he’s saying. Not the feeling good part, obviously. He already proved himself to be very, very skilled at making you feel good. It’s you who’s worried that you won’t make him feel good. “Clay?”

“What, my love?”, he asks softly.

You’re terrified to ask it, but you do it anyway. “What if you don’t like fucking me?”

He frowns and shakes his head, tells you, “I’m not fucking you, I’m making love to you, sweetheart.”

“But what if you don’t like it?”

Clay is already so protective of you- to be fair, he was protective of you when he first heard about that terribly toxic friend- and he doesn’t like that you’re feeling so insecure right now. “Come here, Y/N,” he whispers softly as he pulls you into a very tight hug. “I love you so much. You’re so important to me. And I’m never leaving. I think I fell for you when we first bumped into each other, you know? I know it’s only been a couple of months, but… I feel like I could trust you more than anything right now.” He pulls back, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He lingers close to your lips, his eyes closing as he adds, “Which is why I’m taking this step with you right now. And you can back out at any time, Y/N. Or if you need to take a break, that’s okay too. Just remember that I love you, and that I will always love you.”

It’s that kind of sentiment that makes you wonder if Clay is a real human being… and that reminds you of how lucky you are. You trust him with everything, and you are sure that he’s going to make your first time wonderful for you. You can’t help bursting into tears because of how emotionally overwhelming this revelation is, and he holds you in his arms while you cry.

When you’re calm enough, the passionate but gentle love making starts. Clay whispers sweet nothings in your ear, kissing your skin as he moves his hips back and forth between your legs. You’re shy, quiet… but you’re certainly enjoying yourself and feeling very loved by this man. This beautiful man, who has gone through terrible trauma, is trusting you to never judge him or abandon him. And you are doing the same for him. This man adores you, a woman on the autism spectrum with a strong love for The Office. He loves you, and your dog. He loves you, flaws and all. And you love him right back.

After you’ve both been physically and emotionally satisfied, you clean up from the sexual encounter before Clay takes you back to your place. He ends up staying with you the entire night because he loves after sex cuddles. They’re absolutely a must in a relationship, and that’s another sign that you’re so lucky. This man adores spending every single second with you.

Your morning routine starts early since you have to feed Zip, then take him out to the bathroom, then get ready for the day. The night after your incredible date with Clay, this routine starts as usual. But before you can do step three, you find Clay in the kitchen. Of course he made breakfast for you. Classic perfect boyfriend move. But it’s honest, and it’s a weekend.

You actually have the apartment to yourself, and Clay stays with you and Zip. And there’s a new episode of The Office. It’s just so perfect. It’s just you, your dog and your boyfriend. A tiny little family.

And you end up moving to his place after the seventh date. THE SEVENTH DATE!

You celebrate with pizza, watching the newest of The Office… and it might just be the best episode yet. https://youtu.be/OdJvARPclnU?si=Qi2Lw6sNg1BpPTqA

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After taking care of Zip for the night, the celebration continues. You and Clay dance together in his living room, then immediately begin to make out on the couch. Clay loves giving you hickeys. He’s really good at putting them in places where not many people can see them. But tonight, he gives you a hickey that he hopes you’ll never stop looking at in the mirror.

The make out is quickly followed by a long night of love making. Clay’s a bit feral tonight, but he’s just as gentle as usual. Still, he’s practically starving for you and your body. He loves going down on you, usually does that before the actual penetrative act happens. Tonight, he takes it really seriously because of how excited he is to spend the night with you.

You end up making love until midnight. It’s so much more intimate than the last few times you guys made love. And, no surprise to you, it’s far more emotional. Perhaps it’s because of the way Clay holds you, and the way he talks to you. But you just feel so good and safe and loved by him, especially when he whispers in your ear, “Who’s my special girl?”

Usually, when you hear that word, you cringe. But when Clay says it… it makes your heart get all warm and fuzzy. The way he says it doesn’t make you feel like a burden. “Me,” you say softly.

“Yes. That’s right. You,” he says in that soft, dark tone. “And don’t ever forget it, sweetheart,” he tells you as he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts. You hold onto him tightly as you feel your body getting more tense, your mind getting hazier by the second because of how good he’s making you feel. He can feel you getting tighter around him now, and he starts to encourage you to let go. “That’s right. Come on, baby. Come for me. I wanna feel you coming. I can feel you. You’re so close. Come on, Y/N-“

You both have an orgasm at the exact same time. It’s never happened before… but it excites you both, and it definitely further proves your mutual love for each other.

If you ever get overstimulated by the loud sounds of the Big Apple, Clay is understanding. He helps you get through the rough period, making sure you can navigate through the chaos. Sometimes, he overdoes it but he’s learning.

[I definitely need to make a part two. But what do you think? Was it… okay? I also intend to make an SFW version because yeah]

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I feel like clay would be a pussy eating GOD. he would genuinely spend hours inbetween your thighs!!! and not just for your pleasure, but also for his .

my boy is a munch fr

MINORS DNI 18+

since its clay i have to mention how sickly he is its the rules ive gotta

CLAY BERESFORD gets ahead of himself. Even though he's had this condition longer than he can remember, there's a rare time in which he forgets he has to pace himself. One of those times being when he goes down on you. Usually you're good at reading his tells, but you can't possibly keep track when his tongue moves like that. "How you feelin', baby?" his slurred words contrast from his characteristic pin-point enunciation, his eloquent articulation lost when he's this far gone. You can only moan in response, a drawl from your throat as you throw your arms back to twist your fingers in anything you can reach. "Yeah, me too." You can feel him grin against your sex, and gently he swipes his face side to side, nuzzling your clit with the tip of his nose.

"Oh, Clay," you sigh, bringing your hips to him and he greedily obliges you. His mouth latches onto whatever it can fit, tongue scooping through your folds to plunge into your hole. His grateful groan reverberates through your cunt and you fall limp. To keep you in place, his thick arms wrap around your thighs, clasping over your abdomen to lock you in front of him. All of your writhes are absorbed as he neglects breathing to pleasure you.

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luminoustarlight · 7 months

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— LUMINOUSTARLIGHT MAIN MASTERLIST

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In The Way I Need You Masterlist - Clay Beresford

Series Summary: Clay Beresford never imagined that he would be a single parent at the age of twenty seven. After mistakenly marrying the first girl who didn’t seem to just want him for his money, he was left parenting their son, Joseph Beresford, all on his own. After deciding to hire someone to look after his kid while he went to work, Clay meets you; a shy and kind twenty year old who is new to the city. He falls for you quickly, but his past begins to catch up with him soon after he finally starts to move on from it.

Warnings: 18+, swearing, single dad clay, lilith being the best grandma ever, clay being the best dad ever, fluff, mentions of heart problems, heart conditions, kissing, sexual content, self-deprecating thoughts, oral (f receiving), more to come as the series goes on

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

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More to come, probably

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"Positive." — Clayton Beresford.

— CW: 18+, smut! Pregnancy. Oral (fem receiving). Breeding kink (little?). | Word count: 1.1k (not proofread!)

— a/n: Okay late again but HAPPY HALLOWEENIE. You guys can imagine I will be posting everything that I couldn't this week today, so I'm sorry for the spam. I really did my best to be consistent but there were things beyond my control :(

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“You are glowing,” He says with a smile, his light eyes reflecting the love he feels for you. Sometimes you wonder if your child will inherit Clayton’s eyes. You wish they did. “Pregnancy suits you…” His whispers are laced with a sultry emotion, as his hand caresses your swollen bump gently. Almost 26 weeks pregnant and with almost 12 more weeks to go, your body is changing rapidly, and you find it amazing how fixated your husband is with those changes.

With your legs hanging from the edge of your shared bed. He kneels in front of you, making you giggle at the way his head peeks from above your bump. These past weeks he has been refraining from touching you, trying his best to be a supportive husband, help you with your symptoms, buy you anything you require and more, helping you set up the baby’s room, even organizing a surprise baby shower for you a few weeks ago… but the need to run his hands up and down your body, to feel you— are burning him alive. Clayton found himself even more attracted to you with the way your body began to change and when he remembers those times when he heard men at work talking about how they weren’t attracted to their wives’ bodies after they gave birth; he can’t believe they are even called ‘men’.

It is no secret that he is devoted to you, and yes, it was no surprise either that the sight of you, bearing a life inside of you; a product of your love and adoration— makes him even more eager to pounce and ravish you. Countless nights he fists his hard cock in the shower while you sleep exhausted, and he isn’t guilty of himself— in fact, he is counting the days until he is able to be buried deep inside you.

But the thing is, with the growing shifts, more weight to carry, more vitamins to take… your body decided to also produce more hormones; so many that you wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat with a mess in between your thighs because your mind was so sex deprived it gave you the most filthy wet dream with the man who slept peacefully next to you.

The sexual tension in the room hanging between you is like a thick cloud— palpable and unreadable. “Are you sure?...” He asks sweetly, although his voice isn’t stronger than a whisper. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, dollface.”

“I’ll be fine Clay,” You reassure him. “I miss feeling your tongue on me, darling.” “My tongue?” His devilish smirks mean no good. He loves to play along, act dumb, and tease you until you start begging. Everything is a mere act, of course; he is as eager as you to fulfill your desires. A longing part of Clayton that wants to rip off your clothes, throw her onto the bed and give you such a rough fucking you will see the stars— but he can’t risk anything having to your baby. Sliding the silky fabric of your maternity nightgown, he exposes the soft flesh of your thighs and uses his hands to spread them, allowing you to do the rest and offer yourself to him. At this point, he can’t control himself anymore. “Come here." His hoarse voice sends a twirl down your spine. This is finally the moment you’ve been fantasizing about.

Taking the sight of your nakedness like a gift, he leans closer, his hot breath ghosting over your thighs. “God… you are so wet” His thumbs part your labia, inching his mouth closer and collecting your wetness with his tongue. “You taste and smell divine— I missed your pussy so much…” Clayton’s voice is in a deep trance, absolutely hypnotized by you.

As the tip of his tongue circles your aching clit, your fingers comb through his hair, pulling it and tugging it gently when he sucks harder on your clit and returns his tongue to your entrance. He returns his tongue to your dampness, savoring the salty-sweet flavor that only seems to be enhanced by the hormones that possess your body into a pleasurable, insatiable, and frenzy state. His hands leave your thighs to explore your body, caressing the sides of your belly as he crooks his head to slide his tongue in and out your pussy faster, eating you out just like he knows how to do.

The way your orgasm is approaching at light speed is ridiculous; the combination of his skilled tongue, the sexual deprivation and hormones work wonders to not only increase the pleasure and lust that is burning you alive— but also to bring you to the brink of ecstasy at record time. Clay who is now an expert, a professional even— someone who knows your body like the back of his hand feels the tension building around you— in you. The way he can feel your clit throbbing with every brush of his nose against it while his tongue continues to fuck your sopping, tight hole… with every buck of her hips in such a primal manner— he can’t blame you. He is seconds away from coming inside his sweatpants.

“That’s it—” He moans huskily against the sweaty skin of your thighs. Even you have to move your upper body to the side to be able to meet his face properly with your pregnant stomach getting in the way. But damn him if that doesn’t make his cock throb. The fucked up look in your eyes, how your lips part and small, rapid pants escape your lips. Clay can’t believe how beautiful you are and how lucky he is. “Come for me, Mama. Come all over my face.” There’s no trace of the sweet, caring husband, no; sounds like an equally sex-deprived man who is now overtaken by the lust and desire for his pregnant wife.

With every move of his face against your pussy, the tip of his nose rubs against your clit sending you into that precipice, falling and drowning in the pleasure you’ve been denied for months.

“Fuck…” He mumbles, and you are unable to hear him over the loud ringing of your ears. “I love seeing you like this, so fucking wet for me.”

Clayton’s tongue continues lapping at you, savoring you until you whine from overstimulation— he’s been keeping his hands to himself for months as well, so he feels like he deserves every single drop. The sight of his pregnant wife coming apart just because of his tongue, screaming his name in pleasure… is almost too much for him. He needs to be inside you, right now.

“Lay down, I need to fuck you. And when our child is born, I’ll pump another one into you.”

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