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joshsbimbo · 4 months

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stealing is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

pairings: security guard! mike schmidt x shoplifter! reader

warnings: shoplifting, getting caught stealing, being in a cell, oral (m! receiving), forced stripping, mockery.

a/n: i thought mall jail was real when i was younger but it ISNT i hope this makes sense to y’all 💋

♡ the mall is filled with clothes, makeup, food, and toys. all of your favorite things in one place! it also had fun activities like massage chairs, smelling candles, and stealing!!

♡ you scanned the store, licking a cherry flavored dum dum, positioning your body so only you could see what you were doing. you snuck in a pair of earrings into your purse and a bracelet.

♡ you continued to the clothing racks, picking out multiple tops and hiding one within one. the sweet lady handed you a door sign with the number 3, not knowing you actually had 6. you entered the changing room and took off your baggy hoodie. taking off the tags before layering the tops on yourself, then putting your hoodie back on.

♡ you made sure to buy a necklace, sucking the candy as you happily made your way to the exit. it was a nice haul for one store, you were excited to go to another store before the alarm went off.

♡ “excuse me, ma’am. i’m going to have to check your receipt.” the security guard said. his tired eyes looking down at you, flickering his eyes to your purse and back to you. he held his hand out, furrowing his eyebrows.

♡ you exit the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop, “mhm, of course!” you place the receipt on his calloused, big hands as you make eye contact with him, smiling sweetly.

♡ he checked the receipt and opened your shopping bag with his other hand. his hand exited before digging into your purse abruptly, “what a shame that you forgot to close your purse.”

♡ you look at his name tag before looking up at him with pleading eyes, “mike, you can let this slide, right?”

♡ “depends, is this your first time?”

♡ “mhm, yes it is, sir..” you bit your lip.

♡ “what a fucking liar.” he gripped your arm tightly, leading you to mall’s cells.

♡ you wrapped your hands around his arm, trying to pull him off. “c’mon, please, mike?” batting your eyelashes as you look up at him, but he ignored you.

♡ the room was small with one cell, a telephone, and a desk. he kept his grip tight, throwing you into a cell. he locked it, taking the chair out from under the desk, facing it so he can watch you.

♡ “you really think these people are this stupid, huh?” he ran his hands through his brown curls, a frustrated sigh leaving his pretty lips.

♡ you were on the ground, crawled up in the corner. your ass ached from the throw, you knew it was going to bruise. you teared up as your lip quivered, “n-no..”

♡ “of course you do! shielding your hands from the cameras?” he takes out his walkie talkie. “you see this? every time they see you, the dumb slut, they tell us to keep a close eye on her.”

♡ “d-dumb slut..?” you questioned, tears rolling down your cheek.

♡ “look at the way you dress, how you act, the way you look-“ he paused, scanning your body. “that hoodie is new though.”

♡ he was right. the hoodie was new, something you would never be caught dead wearing.

♡ “take it off.”

♡ “wh- no!” you blurted out between sobs.

♡ “what’s wrong? not wearing a bra? that’s not a problem because everyone’s seen your tits, dumb slut.” he hissed through his teeth.

♡ “fuck yo-“

♡ “i’ll call the cops. is that what you want, hm?”

♡ “n-no! fine. i’ll do it!” you took off the hoodie, your mascara running down your cheeks as you looked at him.

♡ “was wondering where you put those tops..” he grins. “sensitive, slutty, and somewhat smart?” he chuckles, man spreading, his bulge showing through his slacks.

♡ even through your sobs, your face scrunches up in disgust. eyeing his huge- you mean, gross bulge.

♡ he smirks, “wanna help me? it’s the least you could, making me work extra hard just so you could look slutty..”

♡ “fuck no.” you say, covering yourself with your hoodie.

♡ he glides his hand on the telephone, “a simple 911 call..” he jokingly presses the phone against his ear, twirling the wire, mocking you by batting his eyelashes, “e-excuse me, sir!” he let out a breathy laugh, remembering your pleas. “this young lady h-has been… been stealing!” he forces the stuttering, pouting, and out right mocking you.

♡ “just let me go! please!”

♡ god, hearing you beg made his cock harder. he pressed on one of the buttons, “nine.”

♡ “stop!” you screamed, hurriedly taking off two of the tops, leaving you in a white tank top with no bra.

♡ “that’s the slut i know..” he scanned your body, your nipples hardened from the cold air, the perky buds in view, your tight shorts, making your thighs look extra plump, and the straps of your thong showing. the combination of your body, ruined makeup, red tongue from your treat made him need to palm his bulge through his pants.

♡ you shuddered at the sight, no no no… you felt your wetness leaking from your lips, onto your underwear. “t-this is illegal.. keeping me here t-to take advantage of me..” you warned him, but you fucking loved it.

♡ “strip searches are legal.” he spat out. “now strip.”

♡ you pouted as you unbuttoned your shorts.

♡ “turn around.” he ordered

♡ you turn around, bending down as you slid off your shorts. you could hear him groan at the sight of you, your pussy barely hidden from how soaked your thong was. you smile to yourself, pulling down your thong slowly. a string connecting your cunt to the fabric, the string getting longer the further you pull them down.

♡ when you meet his gaze again, his cock is out. twitching as his pre cum leaked down his beautiful pink tip to his unshaven base. “hmm, now your top.” he groans.

♡ you noticed the more you resisted, the more his cock ached. “please don’t make me.” you whimpered out as you tilted your head to the side, a chill running up your spine as you watched his cock leak even more.

♡ he pressed another button, “one.”

♡ you forced more tears down your cheek as you pulled off your top, your clothes lying beside you. he slid the keys to you, grinning as he watched you snatch it from the ground. you reach out from the bars and unlocked your cell, dropping on your knees in front of him.

♡ he runs his hand through your hair, gripping it as you lick from the base to the tip of his cock. he looks down at you, smirking, as you look up at him with your messy eyeliner and mascara running down. “poor baby, hadn’t had cock in hours. so desperate for a dribble of cum, hm?”

♡ “mhm..” drips oozes out of your pussy onto the tiles, you whine as you swirl your tongue around his cock. sending vibrations down his cock, swallowing the salty, sticky fluid. as you entered more of him inside, he forced the rest deep inside your throat.

♡ “your throat feels so nice, baby..” his head is pulled back, groaning at the sound of your gags, not daring to look at your messy face cause he knows he’ll cum at the sight. “bet you’re happy that you got caught, hm?”

♡ you slide him off your mouth with a pop for a moment, stroking him as you talk, “yes, yes… m’ so happy..” you immediately continue to deepthroat his cock, feeling it twitch as you hallow your cheeks.

♡ “i’ll call the cops if you don’t swallow every fucking drop.” he orders before cumming down your throat. his load was too big, dripping down his cock and your chin. “all. of. it.” he looks down at your fucked up face.

♡ “yes, sir..” swiping your finger to slide the excess cum into your mouth. looking into his hooded eyes with a sultry look before entering one of his sacks his mouth.

♡ despite just cumming in your mouth, his cock still hard. watching you as you suck his most sensitive place, his cock twitching, “of course you’re fucking experienced.”

♡ you giggle, “i would’ve drank it all regardless, mikey..”

♡ he grins, “you can keep your shit. next time i won’t be so nice, though.”

♡ “thank you, sir. :3”

thank u for reading and yes you said :3 out loud :33333

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joshs-big-toe · 5 months

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hes so- yknow?

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starxxkitty · 3 months

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ

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Vulnerable

Sub!Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader⭑*•⊱•̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

☆ Word Count: 750

☆ Warnings: Pure smut, p in v, cursing, begging, No use of y/n

☆ A/N: Hey guys!! I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in a while, I was caught up in a shit ton of work and I was procrastinating so hard😭😭For those who requested, I promise I'm not ignoring you!! I'm working on a few fics, but for now, I decided to write a little something while I continue finishing up the other things:3

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Mike hated vulnerability. He was always so closed off, the idea of being so exposed made him sick.

Or at least that’s what he would say if he wasn’t a whining mess underneath you. Slick cunt sucking him in, your body flushed against his.

He was unable to think straight, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure and attempted to recall his dislike for being so open, he couldn’t. Not when you were so close, infiltrating his senses, face going soft as you moved up and down.

“Please—f-fuck..” God he could hardly speak, breathy moans doing nothing to wash away the stirring desire between the both of you. His weak attempts to form any coherent sentence failed miserably, nothing falling from his mouth but those whiny groans as he tipped his head back in ecstasy.

You admired how pretty he looked, eyes screwed shut as he gripped the sheets under him in desperation. “Mike..Touch me.” His name rolled off your tongue so sweetly, those simple words lulling him further into his dizzy haze.

Jaw slack, he couldn’t stop the soft whimpers spewing from him, hesitantly grasping at your waist. It was almost impossible to ignore the way he held you as you fought back a moan. He stretched you out in a way nobody else could, reaching spots that you fantasized about late at night with your hands between your thighs. Taking in the sight, your ego was through the roof as you fucked him dumb.

He was long gone, desperate pleas mixed with his faltering thrusts, it was clear that he was drunk off your body and loving every moment of it. The sound of you squeezing around his cock only added to those filthy sounds spewing from him, mouth parted at that blissed-out feeling.

Gasping as your fingers tugged at his hair, he could only focus on the way he felt inside of you. “C’mon sweet boy, look at me.” You whispered, “Gotta stay quiet, yeah?” Trying to respond, his mind went fuzzy with your pretty lips just above his. “I—“ Voice breaking into a whine as your hips rolled against him so perfectly, “I’m trying.” Biting down on his lip, the attempts to be silent were useless, doing nothing to muffle those pathetic sounds.

Leaning back, your fingers dipped between your legs; pressing against your sensitive clit. The sight made his head go numb, hands dropping to your hips, too weak to do anything but admire you. It was clear that he couldn’t stay quiet, not when you slowed down like that, putting yourself on display as he watched himself disappear into your cunt.

“Fuckk..“ He moaned, burying his face into your neck, in an attempt to hide his humiliation. “Please..” Pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his whines muffled as he went dizzy from the sweet taste of you. “Please baby, please,” He couldn’t do anything but grip your plush skin in desperation, “God I’m so close…keep going. I need you, please I—fuck I need you so badly.” Fingers digging into your body, he was too lost in pleasure to care about the sounds spilling from him. That familiar knot building up from his mindless mumbling.

“You wanna cum for me?” Your voice was tantalizing, a weak nod being the only thing he could muster, groaning at the feeling of you pulling at his hair again, “Then let me see you.” Nervously, his eyes met yours, completely blissed out as he held himself back from spilling over the edge. Your hands trailed down to cup his face, speeding up as his hips stuttered. “I’m—“ Head falling back against pillows behind him, his words faltered, the prettiest sounds spewing from his lips. Quickly covering his mouth, that pussy drunk expression had your head spinning.

“God you’re so fucking loud,” You breathed out, gripping his slack jaw. He couldn’t even respond, desperately looking up at you with those glossed-over eyes. “You feel so good.” He whined, lips chasing yours before catching them in a needy kiss, mind dumb from pleasure.

You slid your fingers down his chest with a sigh, “Who knew you were so noisy.” The teasing edge laced through your words had him looking away, lost in the intoxicating proximity of your body against his.

If being vulnerable meant getting to fuck you like this, then maybe it wasn’t so bad.

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schmidtsbimbo · 3 months

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the way i would give this man the most sloppiest,juiciest, wettest, dirtiest,sickening,stomach turning, shameful, degrading, humiliating, stickiest, stressful terrifying, eye rolling, soaked,eye twitching,lip biting,hair pulling, throat getting weaker and weaker, creaming in my pants, begging me to stop,arching, chained to the chair,creamiest pie, eyes filling with tears, can't breathe from how it's gurgling in my throat, never ending, head in the world.

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xcherryerim · 1 month

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Double The Fall, Triple The Pleasure

- Billy x Gn!reader x Derek -

“Merrier the more, triple fun that way. Twister on the floor, what do you say?” — 3 by Britney Spears

word count: 3.6k

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18 ONLY

Summary: As you work your shift as a casino host Derek Danforth, the son of the co-owner, decides to begin a round of baccarat with a stranger named Billy. Somehow you end up participating in the game and emerge victorious, causing the two players to owe you financial compensation but, they end up repaying you in another way.

(if you want to go directly to the smut section look for the “✦ “ symbol.)

There are two distinct types of gamblers. The rich make hasty decisions with their money, while the desperate lot implore and pray to the machines and chips, hoping for a miraculous windfall of riches.

As a casino host, your responsibility is to ensure that the patrons become loyal to the establishment; however, as a bystander, when a person who isn’t a part of the one percent plays, it’s impossible to hold back the feeling of regret. While you acknowledge you are fulfilling your obligation, you know it is easy to become engulfed by obsessing gambling, and you don’t wish that on anyone.

However, you do not care if the rich pour their monetary possessions into the abyss, and you maintained that sentiment toward Derek Danforth, the son of one of the casino’s co-owners.

He wasn’t a regular at the establishment and gambled a little, but occasionally brought his friends to indulge in excessive drinking, and smoking while toying with machines. However, now he was by himself, which was unusual.

“Mr. Danforth, it is a pleasure to have you back. Would you like your usual?” you inquired. “Huh?” A confused response erupted from his lips, his body lurching forward with a wobbly movement. The apparent intoxication exhibited by him appeared on the edge of his consciousness as he scanned the area once more.

“Yeah, and I want a table,” he uttered the request, with minimal confusion.

“Certainly. Would the others in your group be joining us this time?”

Derek shook his head, his body appearing unsteady as he did so. “No, just me.”

“Oh, how so?” you questioned, your tone of voice maintaining professionalism as it did during work.

“Just bored,” he responded with a shrug, unbothered by the circumstances, even as you detected a hint of inebriation.

“Oh, indeed, a casino is the ideal way to take away boredom,” you remarked with a feigned professional tone, although the sarcasm in your words was all too obvious.

“Why don’t you join me for a round?” he inquired as he seated himself at the velvety green table, awaiting your response.

“I’m here to ensure everyone’s enjoyment and prevent any illegal behavior,” you replied, concealing your hostility and disdain for a facade of civility.

“I am not a participant, but a spectator, Mr. Danforth,” you concluded, using a firm tone with a mild undertone of mockery.

“You don’t seem to have much enjoyment yourself,” Derek said as he inhaled from the vape he held, the vapor surrounding you before dissipating into the atmosphere.

“I’ve said it once, and I’ll repeat it. Drop that professional speech style. We’re around the same age, so why do you still feel the need to communicate with me like this?” he stated, sounding frustrated with continuing your formal conduct.

“If I speak like I do, I will get fired for unprofessionalism.” You retorted as you prepared the negroni and handed it over to him.

“I won’t allow that to happen,” he replied, taking in a generous sip from the glass before continuing his words. “You’re too hot to lose.”

You felt uncertain about whether to offer a genuine response to his flirtation or simply scoff at it, and you began to silently pray that he would not launch into another lecture about cryptocurrency, which had become an irksome topic of conversation during your prior interactions.

“Thank you, Mr. Danforth. It means a lot.” You spoke, avoiding direct visual contact to avoid any implications or insinuations. While you acknowledge that he is a physically attractive man, the irritation he can induce within you is bigger than your attraction for him, or at least that is what you try to tell yourself.

“I’m assuming a solo round?” You mentioned shifting the subject.

“Not quite...” he replied, his gaze examining the environment until he managed to pinpoint the individual of interest, a man around his same height, adorned with dark-toned hair and a jean jacket, giving an out-of-place demeanor compared to the ambiance of this prestigious gambling establishment, thus providing a vulnerable and susceptible target.

Derek walked with confidence as he had already won the game. “Hello, I’m Derek, Derek Danforth,” he proclaimed, displaying his self-assured attitude and firm grip as he shook hands with the stranger, showcasing his superiority complex.

“Billy, and yeah, I will join you.” The individual stated this with assertiveness, grasping tightly onto his gold necklace, an item he viewed as his lucky charm.

In your inner thoughts, you were fervently hoping that the gentleman with the cowboy-esque appearance would end up victorious and leave the premises swiftly and promptly. You were aware that the significant bets Derek had made in the past were so large that they could obliterate the finances of a person with the speed of light.

“Billy would join me for a game,” Derek proclaimed as he settled into his designated seat.

“Billy, we’re delighted to have you here with us,” you uttered, the corners of your mouth rising into a pitiful smile, yet the individual seemed to have construed your gesture as a sign of flirtatious intent as he provided a subtle wink in response.

A palpable aura of awkwardness permeated the atmosphere between you and Derek, his displeasure at the sight of another man attempting to flirt with you becoming evident despite every attempt to mask his emotions on the matter. Regardless of the discomfort of the situation, it was undeniable that you experienced a certain degree of gratification and joy as you had the attention of both men.

“So, shall we begin?” you spoke, skillfully shuffling the deck with precision, as well as showcasing a few unique tricks you had acquired throughout your time spent working at the casino. You felt their eyes taking in every choreographed performance, their minds filled with various ideas and fantasies of what else someone with such masterful hands might also possess the aptitude for.

As the game began, your eyes were filled with anxiousness as you carefully followed the steps and maneuvers that had taken place in the game of Baccarat. The interior sound of your mind urges Billy to take all the appropriate actions to win, but unfortunately, he falls short in his efforts.

Derek chuckled in mockery. “Maybe next round you can win.”

Billy groaned in annoyance at Derek’s comment, his attention quickly turning towards you. “Why don’t you play with us?” Billy asked.

“I don’t,” you started to say, but Derek interrupted your response by uttering, “Do as I say and play.”

The harsh look delivered by the wealthy individual in question prompted a sense of apprehension and caution within you, but you were compelled to oblige the order.

Despite never playing, you were sure that you had a chance of winning, as you had taken the time to observe numerous matches, making you able to identify and comprehend the various mistakes and errors that tended to occur, as well as what appeared to be successful. However, the extreme bets that Derek was making and Billy’s persistent attempts to one-up them caused you a moderate degree of concern, but you tried to maintain a state of composure.

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When the game came to a close, seeing both men so sure of your failure just for you to end up winning at the end was ecstatic. Now you understand why people loved gambling in the first place. Your smirk quickly fades as you let go of the cards as if holding them down would make you more intoxicated with the high these activities had to offer.

Derek grunted, a sound oozing with a subtle tinge of frustration as he pulled out his lousy Gucci wallet. “Is cash fine or a check?” He asked slightly annoyed. Billy, on the other hand, looked at the table, his eyes darting back and forward.

“I don’t; I don’t have that type of money.” He stuttered as he looked at you.

“Mmh,” You leaned closer. “Maybe you could pay in another way.” You teased playfully, indicating your intent to pursue a physical means of compensation.

“And suddenly I have no money either. How sad.” Derek said, hiding his wallet, hoping to provide you with a similar recompense as the one you sought from Billy.

“The expression goes: save a horse, ride a cowboy, not: save a Ferrari, ride a rich man.” You chuckled in response.

“But wouldn’t both be great to ride?” Derek replied, his expression exuding self-assurance as he took a swig from his beverage.

You quickly looked at Billy, who didn’t seem to mind the offer. You, on the other hand, were skeptical, but how many people win a game and have the opportunity to be fucked by two attractive guys?

“Alright!” you exhale, a hint of satisfaction coloring your voice as you reach into your pocket and retrieve the keys entrusted to you by the establishment. With a decisive click, you lock the door to the cleaning supply room behind you, effectively sealing off the space from prying eyes.

When you turned in their direction, you felt their hands roaming against your body. Their fingers traveled the contours of your figure, triggering sensations that surged down the length of your spine, evoking chills and shivers. Billy pulls your head, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duet. His hands slide beneath your shirt, exploring the warmth of your bare skin, while Derek’s lips trail down your neck, nibbling as he leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Derek’s hands work swiftly to unfasten the buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your body with every movement. He does this with a sense of urgency as if he cannot get enough of touching you. The sound of fabric rustling fills the air, accompanied by soft moans escaping your lips as their touches become more intimate and bold.

With Billy’s assistance, you manage to wriggle out of your dress pants, your legs quivering with anticipation as they continue to explore every inch of your exposed skin. Derek moves lower, his lips brushing against your belly button before trailing further south, stopping briefly at the waistband of your underwear. He looks up at you, seeking permission with his eyes alone. You nod, unable to resist the intense desire that is building within you.

With renewed determination, Derek hooks his thumbs under the elastic band and slides them downward. His eyes widen in surprise at what he sees—you’re dripping and ready for him. Without waiting for confirmation, he leans forward, planting a series of open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. Then, his tongue starts to trace slow circles around your sensitive flesh. His actions send waves of euphoria coursing through your body, making you squirm in delight.

While Derek worships your body, making sure to not leave any part of you without licks and sucks, Billy takes matters into his own hands quite literally. He expertly undoes his belt, wrapping it around your neck and tightening it just enough to heighten your senses without cutting off your airway entirely, adding an edge of danger to this already erotic encounter.

Billy then proceeds to remove his red boxers, revealing his rigid erection pulsating with need. It jumps slightly at the sudden exposure, eager to be touched. He grasps your hand and places it around his twitching cock, guiding your movements as he leans in for a brief, passionate kiss.

“Get your money’s worth,” he whispers against your lips, his smirk widening as he watches you.

With urgency, you begin to tease the head of Billy’s cock with your thumb, tracing its ridges and veins as if mapping out every inch. Your other hand teases Billy’s shaft rhythmically, setting a pace that pleases both of you. The room fills with the sounds of your whimpers and his groans, a testament to the intense fulfillment coursing through your bodies.

At the same time, Derek’s hunger grows as he feasts on the throbbing between your legs, his skilled tongue and lips working together to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. His light whimpers echo throughout the small space, punctuating the air with his insatiable craving.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught,” Derek warns, concerned about someone hearing their explicit activities. With a swift motion, he yanks the belt tied around your neck, causing you to cry out in surprise and pain.

Your breath catches in your throat as the sudden pressure cuts off your oxygen flow. When he releases the hold, you gasp heavily.

“You liked that, huh?” he asks with a sinister smirk, reading your flushed cheeks and labored breathing.

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.” His words carry an underlying threat as if claiming ownership over you. Without waiting for a verbal response, he stands up, towering over you menacingly.

Derek reaches out, grabbing your chin forcefully, tilting your head back so your eyes meet his. “Because you fucking belong to me, remember that.”

Despite the fear and uncertainty swirling within you, there’s also a strange thrill running through you at his possessiveness, causing you to let out a whine.

Your weak sound made Derek smirk in amusement. His teeth were barely visible. Then, he resumes to his past attitude.

“I’m tired of you bitching and moaning.” Derek said, “Get on your knees.” His command is firm, leaving no room for negotiation. You obey without question, kneeling before him and Billy. Their cocks are mere inches from your face, and the lines between reality and fantasy blur even further.

Their presence looms large over you; their virility and masculinity are intoxicating in this dimly lit room. Your mouth waters at the sight of their hardened members, yearning to taste them and to please them in any way possible.

Both men watch you intently, their eyes filled with expectation and fascination. You can practically see the thought process playing out in their minds: who will you serve first? Who will you satisfy last?

With a deep, shaky inhale, you lean forward, your lips brushing softly against the tip of Billy’s erect member. Your tongue darts out to taste the salty droplets of pre-cum glistening on its surface, savoring the flavor while your hand wraps firmly around Derek’s shaft, moving up and down with increasing speed, this motion is both a show of submission and a subtle act of rebellion, aiming to push him closer to the edge.

Derek’s moans increase in volume, his hips bucking involuntarily in response to your aggressive stroke as his eyes roll back. The pain of overstimulation mingles with satisfaction, creating a complex mix of emotions that only adds to the overall experience.

Meanwhile, Billy’s gaze is a mix of awe and hunger, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The contrast between your two lovers couldn’t be more apparent—one nearing orgasm, the other waiting with bated panting for his chance. But Billy isn’t content with waiting; he wants to join in the action too.

Suddenly, he grabs the collar around your neck, tugging it firmly and forcing your mouth wide open to accept his entire length. You struggle to accommodate Billy’s girth, your throat adjusting to the invasion as best it can. Saliva drips from your chin, coating your neck and body as you fight to keep up with his demands.

“You know, for such a professional-looking host, you’re taking it like a fucking slut.”

You want to answer back at Billy’s words but, the sensation of being mouthful by his engorged member is overwhelming, but you refuse to give up. Determined to please both men, you focus on taking him deeper, and your efforts are rewarded by his low growls of approval. Meanwhile, Derek watches with a mix of jealousy and admiration, pulsating in anticipation as your strokes become sloppier on him.

“Touch yourself,” Billy commands. Without hesitation, you use your free left hand to explore your own body, mirroring the sensations he experiences.

Your eyes lock with his, reflecting your admiration for this astounding man standing before you, dominating and directing your every move.

Your fingers caress your sensitive skin, discovering the wetness left by Derek’s earlier attentions. You moan around Billy’s shaft, the sensation intensifying as you stroke yourself in sync with your mouth’s movements.

Billy’s eyes darken with desire, his grip on your ‘collar’ tightening slightly. “That’s it,” he encourages, spurring you on.

“Swallow every fucking drop,” he orders, his words sending a shiver down your spine. Sweat glistens on your brow, and your gasps come in ragged as you redouble your efforts, eager to satisfy him and prove your loyalty while you pleasure yourself and bob your head on Billy’s dick.

Derek watches hungrily, his length pulsating in your hand, as he impatiently awaits his turn. His grip on your hair tightens, demanding your attention. “Please!” he begs, his voice tinted with desperation. “Give it to me!”

Your eyes lock with Derek’s, and with a nod, you move towards him, ready to grant his wish. He quickly guides your mouth towards his member, and you eagerly obey, wrapping your lips around his dick, feeling him twitch in excitement at the first touch of your warm, wet mouth. His scent fills your nostrils, mingling with the musk of sex and sweat, creating an intoxicating blend.

“Fuck, you’re better than I imagined.” Derek cries out.

Billy watches the exchange as he searches for a condom among the scattered clothing on the floor. Once it’s located, he rolls it onto his shaft, preparing himself for what’s to come.

Moving behind you, he gently fingers your entrance, seeking silent consent. You pause momentarily, breaking contact with Derek’s length long enough to respond to Billy with a yes. As soon as your sentence ends, Derek responds by thrusting harder, face-fucking you relentlessly.

Your eyes water and tears stream down your face as his pace increases. In the meantime, Billy positions himself at your entrance. With a single confident thrust, he enters you, filling you up.

As he begins to thrust in and out of you, matching Derek’s pulls on your head, you lose track of time and space. All that exists is the combined sensation of two cocks inside you, stretching and filling you. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and moans drowning the room, creating a primal symphony of desire and satisfaction.

Your hands grasp Derek’s thighs, your nails digging into them as your body aches. Sweat trickles down your forehead, staining your face, and you don’t care. Nothing matters but the sense of belonging to these two men.

Derek hisses at the sudden attack from your nails before he speaks. “I know I’m big, but you can take more than that,” Derek growls, forcing more of him into your mouth, attacking your throat mercilessly, while Billy picks up the pace, pounding into you faster and harder.

His thrusts became more erratic, his hips slamming against your ass with reckless abandon. You cry out, your voice hoarse from the constant stimulation, feeling your body tense up, preparing for your orgasm.

Just as you think you can’t handle it anymore, Billy pulls out suddenly, leaving you panting and empty. Before you can recover, he spits on your entrance, lubricating it again. Then, with one swift motion, he re-enters you, filling you up once more. His size stretches you wider than ever, causing you to scream in both agony and gratification.

“I love the sounds you make when I'm destroying you," Billy mumbles as he slaps your ass a few times before he speaks again. “So much better than the last person I was with.”

Derek, sensing your imminent climax, speeds up his pace even more. His thrusts become faster and harder, hitting your uvula. His movements are deliberate, designed to send you spiraling over the edge. Billy, aware of the approaching orgasm, matches Derek’s intensity. Together, they push you to your limits, each thrust bringing you closer to the peak.

The combination of their movements is too much to bear. Your body convulses, shaking uncontrollably as you near the edge. You cry out incoherently, your voice a mix of pleas and curses. Finally, it happens. A wave of pure bliss washes over you, starting from your core and radiating outward. Your muscles clenched around Billy’s cock, which came undone, Derek following right after as you swallowed him entirely.

For a moment, all three of you remain frozen in time, basking in the afterglow of your shared orgasm. Sweat covers your body, mixing with the evidence of your passions and dedication.

Then, Derek proceeds to pick you up, ensuring you’re okay and still able to walk, as Billy quickly goes to dress up again.

“Wanna do aftercare?” Derek asks. This is different; this isn’t the usual Derek you’re accustomed to, but there’s something special about him at this moment.

“I’d love to,” you reply, unable to resist his newfound vulnerability. For a brief moment, you both stare at Billy, unsure whether to include the stranger in this intimate moment. But he speaks up, breaking the silence.

“I’m fine; I need to go anyway.” And with that, Billy abandons the room, leaving the two of you alone together.

Now it’s just the two of you, stripped bare emotionally and physically. You look at each other, unsure of how to proceed. Should you clean up? Talk about what happened. Or simply cuddle and rest in each other’s arms?

“That was weird,” Derek says, slightly confused by Billy’s sudden departure but dismissing it. He’s glad that the two of you are alone now.

“Get dressed up. We’ll go back to my place, and...” As Derek reaches for his pants, they feel unusually light. You exchange a confused glance, picking up your clothes and finding them similarly lacking.

Realization dawns on you both—your wallets are gone. It seems Billy took advantage of the situation to steal from you when you guys thought he was looking for a condom earlier on. You share a look of disbelief.

“Fucking Billy,” you mutter.

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joshhutchersonsgf · 1 month

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IMAGINE COCKWARMING JOSH WHILE HE’S GAMING.

OH MY GODDDD okay so it definitely would start off with him playing biotic wars waayyyy longer than he told you he would, leaving you frustrated.

you walk into your shared living room where (of course) josh is sitting on the couch with a pair of headphones resting on his ears. josh is yelling at the screen and throwing his hands up in frustration, readjusting the mic to talk to the people on the other side.

you smile at the scene in front of you, making a conscious effort to stifle any laughter that threatens to escape. even though you were annoyed, you still thought it was so cute how serious he was about the things he loves.

you walk over to the couch and sit next to him, hoping he would take the hint that you want to spend time with him. he turns to you for a moment and gives you a gentle smile, genuinely happy to see you. but as quick as he looked to you, he turns back to the screen and yells at his friends in anger, upset they can’t beat the level.

you throw your head back against the cushion in frustration and sigh, annoyed that he still won’t pay attention to you while you’re right next to him.

you knew how much he loved those games, and while you thought it was nice that he was comfortably sharing a hobby he enjoys with you, you wish that he would focus on you just a bit more.

you attempt to get up but before you can get anywhere, josh reaches his arm out and grabs your hand. he looks up at you with those brown, doe-like eyes and you swear you could fall in love again. you knew he was asking you to sit back down, but what was the point if he was just going to play that stupid game the whole time?

josh grabs the side of his headset and clicks a button, letting you know he muted it.

“come sit down on my lap, i missed you.”

your eyes widen at his words and you smile, surprised that he even noticed you get up. the first words to you since you came in here was asking you to sit on him lap? not like you were complaining though.

you crawl into his lap, careful not to block the view of the tv, and try to get yourself comfortable. you gasp when you feel something hard against your ass, and you have to stifle a moan when you turn around to see him smirking at you.

before you could say a word, josh turns on the mic and starts talking again, careful not to get too loud. he doesn’t want to hurt your ears, and you silently thank him.

you try to ignore the growing wet spot on your underwear, thinking about how hard josh is just from you sitting on his lap. it takes everything in you to not just rip his clothes off and ride him into oblivion, but after all, he is trying to play with his friends.

josh’s hips stir underneath you and you hear him gulp loudly. you knew how hard this was for him too, and you wanted to help him. you move your hips in circles a few times, perfectly against his hard on.

josh can’t help the groan that falls from his lips at your movements, but before anyone can ask questions, he covers it up by saying, “this is so fucking annoying.”

relieved that you weren’t caught, you move your hips back again, and josh shoots you a death glare. your hips stutter for a moment at his look, but then, you get an idea.

you get back up from his lap and he starts to ask you where you going, but he realizes exactly what you’re doing as he watches you slowly tug at the ends of your shirt.

you don’t break eye contact as you pull your shirt up, exposing your chest to josh. his eyes flick back to the screen, and he contemplates throwing the controller down and fucking you on the couch. his eyes then go back down to your chest as you completely disregard your shirt, leaving it somewhere on the floor beside you.

josh gets broken out of his daze when loud shouts come from his headphones, and he quickly goes to turn it off. he mutes his headset, but before he could take them off, you say, “no, no. keep playing, baby.”

josh frowns and his eyes don’t leave yours, even though he really really wants to look down at your chest.

“what are you doing?” you ask, “aren’t you going to play?”

josh lets out a shaky breath and looks back at the screen, a feeling of anxiety running through him. he clicks the button on the side of the headset and unmutes it quickly, apologizing to the others for having to leave so abruptly.

you turn around and face the tv, careful to not block josh’s view but also making sure he can still see you, you bend down and pull down your underwear and shorts.

you turn your head over your shoulder and see josh practically drooling all over himself, and you smile at his reaction.

you step out of your clothes and turn back around, fully facing josh. josh lets out a shaky breath and heat rises to his cheeks. a pink hue lightly sits on his cheeks as he tries to find the words to say.

you look back at the tv and see josh’s character doing nothing, and you turn back to josh and cock an eyebrow. josh’s eyes widen and he quickly looks back at the tv, trying to focus on whatever’s happening on the screen in front of him.

while josh isn’t looking, you drop to the floor in front of him and rest your head on his thigh. josh’s breath catches in his throat and he tries not to look down at you, hands shaking slightly against the controller that sits in his soft hands.

if that game was soooo important to him, why was it so hard for him to focus now? you knew the answer to that question, but the thought still amuses you.

josh continues to play the game as best as he can, only sneaking a few glances down as he feels your hand reach up to his zipper.

the sound of his zipper sliding down makes him tense up, but nonetheless, he still focuses on the screen. you grin to yourself, thinking about how well he listens to everything you tell him to do.

you pull his pants down to his thighs as best as you can, despite him sitting down. your eyes widen in shock when you see the wet spot that has formed on his boxers, and you use your pointer finger to touch it softly.

josh hisses through gritted teeth at the feeling, and you smile thinking about how hard it will be for him to keep quiet. even though you love every sound he makes, you wanted to punish him for being on the game too much.

in all honesty, it really didn’t bother you too much, but it was fun to see him try his best to be quiet and focus on the game.

you pull his dick out of his boxers and take a second to admire it. the pink tip is leaking with precum, and it drips down the side of his dick. you spread the precum around his tip with your finger and hold the head softly.

it takes everything in him not to fuck up into your hand, but he knew he was better than that. instead, he tries to pay full attention to the game, despite the feeling of your hand moving up and down his cock at an antagonizing pace.

josh’s palms sweat against the controller as he tries to listen to the voices coming through the headphones, giving the best responses he could.

you wanted to sit on your knees in front of him and jerk him off until he came, but suddenly, you got a better idea.

you remove your hand from his dick and he frowns, looking down at you with confusion painting his face. you get off your knees and stand up, watching his eyes follow your body. his brown puppy dog eyes look so adorable right now, and you swear you could die on the spot.

you stare down at him and then at his dick that’s begging to be touched. you turn around and get in front of him, blocking his view from the tv and moving your body down.

you grab josh’s dick and line it up with your hole and slowly sink down on it. you have to bite your lip to silence any moans that may spill out of your lips, and when you turn around and see josh’s face, you know he’s struggling just as bad as you are.

every inch you take of him makes it harder to stay quiet, and josh has to cover his mouth with his hand. his controller sits loosely in the other one, and you stop moving down when you realize he’s not playing.

josh frowns but then realizes why you stopped, and takes his hand off his mouth. he moves his head to the side to see the screen, and you continue to sink down until his dick is all the way inside of you.

you lean your body back against josh and try not to think about his dick perfectly stretching you out. you grip his hands and bring them around your body, so he can still play the game while you sit on his dick.

josh sighs and grips the controller tightly, trying to ignore the feeling of your walls gripping his dick tightly. he mumbles a few words to the mic, not like you’re paying attention though.

as the veins along his cock graze your sensitive walls, you felt yourself getting more sensitive with every moment that passed. your vision goes fuzzy with tears as you watch the screen in front of you, seeing josh’s character run around and try to kill the biotics.

josh and his friends beat the level and excitedly yell into their mics, and you hear some muffled words come from the headphones resting on his ears. josh is rambling on about how excited he is and absentmindedly fucks up into you a few times, causing him to stutter over his words.

your mouth falls open in a silent cry and your eyes roll back in your head, the tears the sit at the brink of your eyelids spilling out.

josh pulls his lips through his bottom teeth as he tries to listen to his friends, trying not to stare down at the way your bodies are connected. he gives another quick thrust and you whine, though he’s quick to cover it up with a fake cough.

you hear the headphones click and josh brings his mouth to the side of your ear, then whispers, “you’re gonna have to be quiet if you want to keep doing this. can you do that for me?”

you nod your head aggressively and turn your head around to face his, studying his cocky demeanor. josh unmutes the mic and turns his focus back to the game, talking loudly to the other people on the line as they start a new level.

even though it was your idea, you won’t deny how badly you need him to fuck you. your cunt aches with need as you tighten around him, and his breath hitches.

he gives an experimental thrust up into you once, seeing if you can stay quiet or not. you clap a hand over your mouth and whine, careful to muffle the sound so no one hears.

your body slumps against josh’s as you try not to make noise, shifting your hips around to release the pressure in between your legs. josh’s hips move up to meet yours and he moans, but quickly catches himself and starts complaining about the game.

when the words “level complete” pop up on the screen, you sigh in relief. you silently begged josh to get off the game and fuck you. even though you wanted to punish him, it felt more like punishment to you.

josh quickly excuses himself and shuts off the game, ignoring his friends pleas to keep playing. he disregards the controller somewhere on the couch, wasting no time and gripping your hips tightly.

“missed you so much, baby,” josh coos, gently thrusting into you. he lets his mouth fall open and moans loudly against your ear. your body twitches against his and you whine, incoherent words falling from your mouth.

“you’re so tight,” josh groans, “feels so good.”

you whimper at his words and move your hips in circles around him. josh brings his lips to the side of your neck and sucks dark circles along your neck and shoulders.

you moan his name like a prayer and he snakes his hand down your body, gripping your thigh harshly. he puts his hand between your leg and grazes your bundle of nerves with his middle and ring finger.

your hips twitch and chase his fingers, needing to feel any kind of pleasure. josh laughs against the shell of your ear and begins to move his fingers around in circles on your clit.

“so fucking wet,” he whispers, sucking a dark circle behind your ear and licking the area softly, as if he’s trying to get rid of the color, “can feel you leaking all over my thighs.”

you push your shaky legs to the ground and settle yourself, then pull up off his dick. you both whine at the loss and josh grabs your hips, trying to pull you down again. you line his dick up with your hole and use your legs as leverage to slowly start bouncing on his cock.

“hachi machi.” josh moans, and you scoff at his stupid choice of words. his dick is literally inside of you and the best thing he could say was “hachi machi” ?

you lift off his dick again and slam back down, then starting a rough pace. josh thrusts up harshly into you and your legs almost give out, and josh has to hold you up.

he rubs aggressive circles on your clit and groans, “can you touch yourself for me? wanna help my pretty girl feel good.”

you nod and move your hand down your body, replacing his fingers with your own. josh grips your hips again tighter than before, and you’re sure there will be bruises by tomorrow.

josh picks your hips up and slams them down harshly over and over, and you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“i’m gonna—” you cut yourself off with a moan when he moves his hand up to your chest, pulling lightly on your nipple.

“gonna cum all over my dick?” he moans, abusing your sweet spot on your neck with his tongue. “i’m close too, baby.”

josh coos over the way you respond to his touch, and he gives more deep thrusts into your tight cunt. josh’s hips stutter underneath you and you feel his warm cum coat your walls. josh is moaning so loudly you are sure the neighbors could hear.

that feeling of his thick cum shooting into you enough to tip you over the edge and you cum around his cock. you rub harsh circles on the bundle of nerves between your legs as josh pulls on your nipple, and your back arches against him.

you throw your head back, only giving josh more access. he muffles his loud moans in your neck as your cunt continues to milk him dry, and you feel like your head is spinning. nothing comes out of your mouth but moans and whimpers as josh continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

his lazy thrusts slow to a complete stop and he pulls you into his chest. you both take a moment to catch your breath while he stays inside of you.

“thank you so much, baby. needed that so fucking bad.” josh breathily whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your waist.

you brace yourself on the ground and pull yourself off, and you both whine at the loss. you plop down next to him on the couch and sigh, leaning your body against his.

you and josh sit like that for a moment before he asks, “wanna take a bath to clean up?”

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leelaslittleworld · 2 months

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I think about pegging him way more than I should.

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jhutchismyl0verb0y · 22 days

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Nah, I love men.

(Josh Hutcherson is men)

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futureman · 2 months

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take all of me

pairing: josh futturman x f!reader

summary: when a messy time jump leaves josh with a brand new body part, the only person he wants to show is you

warnings: 18+ MDNI, roommate!reader, friends to lovers, dick swap, smut, handjob, f!masturbation, unprotected piv, rough/painful sex, size kink, mild body insecurity, comfort

words: 4k

@tinycozycomfort this one's for you pookie <3

“You have to see this.”

The front door slams, and then your roommate waddles into the living room looking so excited, you'd think he just won the lottery. You laugh at his dramatic entrance after the initial shock subsides, not bothering to pause the TV behind him.

Josh bursting into rooms at random happens more often than it probably should, usually to announce a breakthrough in his game or gossip he heard at work. But as you wait for him to share his big news, you notice there's something off about him.

He's jittery as hell and standing awkwardly like he really has to use the bathroom. His legs are spread a little too far apart, and his hands are clasped tightly in front of his crotch like he's either protecting himself or hiding something. You're pretty sure he was out doing resistance stuff all day—and that's when it hits you.

Whatever he's itching to tell you has Tiger and Wolf written all over it, and that can't be good. Your smile drops and you raise an eyebrow expectantly, silently demanding an explanation, but he just continues to stand there with that goofy look on his face.

So, he's going to make you ask. Dumbass.

"Uh, you gonna show me or are you gonna keep blocking the TV?" you ask bluntly. He grins brightly at your interest, and your expression softens.

"Both. You're not gonna believe this," he says, suddenly fumbling with his belt and unzipping his pants. Before you can object or react at all, he tugs down his jeans and boxers in one fell swoop.

Your jaw drops. "What the fuck is that?"

He's right. You can't believe it. The monstrosity hanging between his legs definitely wasn't there when he left the house, or at the very least, it didn't look anything like that last time you saw it. Not that he walks around the apartment with his dick out, but living together, you see each other naked now and then, and that's...new.

"How the hell—did you get a penis enlargement or something?" you openly gawk, trying to wrap your head around what he's showing you. Josh's dick is massive, almost too big to fit his body.

Huffing out an awkward laugh, he moves to cover himself again, likely embarrassed by your reaction. You immediately feel terrible. You didn't mean to make him feel bad. There's just no way you could've seen that coming.

"The TTD is sort of...broken," he explains timidly. "The last time we jumped, it swapped a few body parts between the three of us. A couple toes, a finger—"

"A dick? That's Wolf's dick? Holy shit."

He nods excitedly, perking back up. "I know, right? It's crazy. One second, we're in James fucking Cameron's house and everything's going haywire, and then we're back in 2017, and suddenly my pants don't fit. How does he even walk around with this thing?"

You scooch forward on the couch to get a better look, oddly captivated. "I think you're about to find out since it's yours now."

Abruptly, his face goes blank like he's just realizing he might be stuck with Wolf's dick forever. You can't tell if he's happy about the prospect or worried, but you're starting to feel a little conflicted yourself.

Feelings you're usually able to ignore are bubbling to the surface, and it's getting harder to remind yourself that the dick currently making your mouth water is attached to your roommate. Curiosity gets the better of you, and before you can stop yourself, you ask a question you really shouldn't.

"Can I touch it?"

"What? You want to...what?" he sputters, taken off-guard. The tips of his ears burn bright red, and his mouth opens and closes repeatedly like he wants to say something. Ultimately, he gives up.

After the whole show-and-tell thing, you're a little surprised he's getting shy again, but the last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable. It's a line you haven't crossed with each other. You decide to backtrack, hoping you haven't overstepped the boundaries of your friendship.

“Obviously, not if you don’t want me to. No pressure at all, I was just curious," you rush to reassure him. But when you glance down, you notice he's subtly grinding into the heel of his hand, already half-hard and giving away exactly how he feels about your request.

"I-I mean, yeah, totally. Go right ahead," he consents casually, but he doesn’t sound nearly as nonchalant as he thinks. You give him a playful smile, reaching out and grabbing a handful of his shirt to tug him closer, and he awkwardly shuffles forward until he's between your legs.

He watches you nervously, fidgeting as you trace a prominent vein that snakes from the base to the tip. A soft, needy sound from above you encourages you to continue your path up to toy under the ridge with your thumb, and when his cock twitches in interest, you peer up to gauge his reaction.

The sight alone makes you wet. His eyes are glassy and unfocused, and that flush that began at the tips of his ears has spread to his cheeks and down his neck. He's already gnawing on his bottom lip in anticipation, waiting to see what you'll do next.

Eagerly, you wrap your fingers around him the best you can and give him an experimental tug. He chokes out a groan, and it sends another wave of heat through your body.

"Is it sensitive?" you ask soothingly, taking it slow with a few loose strokes.

"Yeah," he breathes out. You pump him again, a little tighter this time.

"More sensitive than the other one?"

He nods, swallowing harshly. "Yeah."

"Want me to keep going?"

"Please."

Bracing a hand on his stomach, you push his shirt up for better access and pump him faster, marveling at how quickly he starts to leak onto your fingers. You tease the head with your palm, spreading precum down his length to ease the slide, but he doesn't melt into your touch like you expect him to. Instead, he tenses up, fighting to keep still.

"Hey," you duck down and kiss his hip to get his attention. "Don't overthink it. Just let me take care of you, okay?"

He nods again, panting as his head falls back and his eyes flutter closed, trying to relax his body like you told him to. His hips rock forward, steadily establishing a rhythm until he's a whimpering mess and all but fucking into your fist.

He's a lot louder than you expected. Your room is right next to his, so you know what he sounds like when he's jerking off, but this is on another level. And he looks wrecked.

Sweat dampens his forehead, curling the soft baby hairs at his temples, and his volume increases, easily drowning out the ambient music of the movie still playing in the background. It's turning you on way more than you'd like to admit, your underwear sticking to you so badly, it's getting impossible to ignore. As if on cue, he whines your name in search of more friction, and you realize you can't anymore.

Desperate for relief, you slip a hand past the waistband of your sweatpants and dip two fingers into your aching cunt, fucking yourself for a few blissful moments before trailing back up to rub your clit. It's not nearly enough, but there's no way you're asking Josh for help.

You're roommates, not fuck buddies—or so you tell yourself, even though you know it's a load of bullshit. Even though you know he'd say yes in a heartbeat.

While you continue to jerk him off, he buries his hand in your hair to ground himself, mumbling under his breath as his fingers tense and untense between the strands.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he sighs, his head lolling forward so he can watch you work him. But then, he catches sight of you playing with yourself, and he seizes up, jerking violently in your grasp. "Are you...? Shit—"

Before he can accidentally teeter over the edge, you squeeze the base of his cock and cut him off with another offer you really shouldn't be making. You must be out of your fucking mind. It's Josh. But he's so hard, and you feel so empty. You'll worry about the consequences later.

"I know something that feels even better."

His eyes fly back to yours, darting between them like he's waiting for you to elaborate or take it back. But you don't do either. Instead, you release his cock to shirk your sweats and underwear. Spinning around, you brace your hands on the back of the couch and stick out your ass—an invitation.

"Only if you want to," you continue.

Oh, does he ever. He stumbles forward in a daze, holding your waist with one hand while he slaps his cock on your ass with the other. He feels hot and heavy on your skin, and your mouth starts to water again.

"You're sure about this?" he asks hesitantly, even as he grabs a handful of your ass and spreads you open.

"Touch me, and then ask again if I'm sure," you reply over your shoulder, knowing it won't take more than that to convince him.

He looks hesitant to do that too, but concedes when you wiggle against his crotch. Cautiously, his hand disappears between your legs, and the moment he feels it, all of the air leaves his lungs.

"You're so wet," he mumbles to himself in awe, grinding his palm into your messy heat. Without warning, he dips a thick finger inside you and pumps it a few times before adding another one. "And tight, oh my god."

You push into him, thankful to finally have something inside you, but you want to be full. The weight of him so close to where you need him is slowly driving you crazy. You're tired of waiting.

"Josh, just fuck me. Trust me, I want it," you whine, sounding as desperate and needy as you feel.

His fingers slip out of you, and then you hear a wet noise like he's sucking them clean. Jesus Christ. You force yourself not to think about how much you want him to eat you out if this ever happens again.

He shifts behind you, muttering what sounds like a pep talk under his breath before he inhales deeply and lines himself up.

"Fuck, is it even gonna fit?" he asks incredulously, nudging your entrance. The question was probably rhetorical, but you answer it anyway.

"Make it fit."

His body reacts before his brain can catch up. There's a pained groan behind you, and then his hips jolt forward of their own accord, burying nearly half of his cock inside you. He manages to stop himself after a few jerky, shallow thrusts, but your walls are already squeezing him, and you can tell he's struggling not to cum on the spot.

And you're struggling not to scream. The stretch is mind-numbing, and the longer he stays still, the more intense it gets. Your nails dig into the couch while you fight to adjust, dangerously close to puncturing the cushions, and you've only taken half of him.

You want all of him. Just the thought makes you gush, and that sets Josh off even worse. He whines at the sensation, holding onto your waist for dear life.

"I need you to move," you finally manage to gasp out. "I need you to move right now."

"Shit, okay. Move...right, I can do that," he says quietly to himself, on the verge of another pep talk. His hands trail up and down your sides soothingly, but it feels like it's for his benefit, not yours.

"Josh," you all but growl, forcing yourself backward to steal another inch. That snaps him out of it.

"Hachi machi," he mumbles dumbly, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. You'd tease him for it if you didn't think he'd stop again, but it turns out he's as desperate as you are. "Do that again."

You do as you're told. Using the back of the couch as leverage, you tug yourself forward, then force him even deeper. He curses loudly, slackening his grip on your waist, and you get the message loud and clear.

"Again," he grits out. "Please don't fucking stop."

"Not on your life," you reply, more than happy to give him whatever he wants.

Taking over, you work yourself onto his cock inch by inch, gritting your teeth at the onslaught of pleasure and pain. It feels so good, it's making you dizzy. When his hips finally connect with yours, your eyes roll back and your jaw drops.

You're so fucking full. Part of you just wants to keep him there, so unbelievably turned on by being split open like this. But you also want to be railed into this couch within an inch of your life, and that part wins out.

It doesn't take long for Josh to get sick of not being an active participant. Spreading you open, he guides you roughly by the ass—a punishing repetition where he pulls out to the tip, then rams back in, careful not to plunge too deep and hurt you.

You fall into a rhythm, fucking faster and harder until you're positive he's officially ruined you for all other men. You can actually hear how wet you've gotten, and as the sound fills the room, his thumb begins to trace your entrance.

"Wish you could see this. You're fucking...creaming on me right now," he mutters in disbelief, smearing it across your skin. "How are you so wet?"

"B-because you're huge—the fuck else would it be?" you joke breathily, but it comes out as a stuttered mess.

Of course, you'd still be bantering back and forth while he's balls deep. Leave it to you and Josh to moan snarky comments at each other like it's pillow talk. He tries to retort, but then accidentally hits something spongy inside you that makes your cunt clench, and you cut him off with a sob.

"I knew you'd sound pretty," he admits, grinding into that spot to see if you'll do it again. And you do—you can't help yourself. "Might have to keep Wolf's dick if you're gonna sound like that every time I fuck you with it."

Holy shit. What happened to your sweet golden retriever roommate? This can't be the same guy who invites you over to his parents' house for Friday night dinners and seeks you out for comfort after his game kicks his ass one too many times.

That guy never struck you as the type to fuck you so good, you forget how to speak. Or the type to say shit like that. You manage to find your voice, wondering if there are more sides to Josh you don't know about.

"I sound even prettier when I'm cumming," you goad him. You're already so close, and you both know it. Especially with the new knowledge that whenever you hear him jerking off, he's thinking about you. You think about him, too. "But not as pretty as you."

And he almost proves you right, then and there. But to your disappointment, he freezes up, exhaling shakily behind you. If his heavy panting is any indication, he had no idea you were listening in the next room, let alone that you liked it. You don't give him a chance to catch his breath before you go in for the kill.

"You should cum inside me. I'd love to hear what that sounds like," you tell him, peering over your shoulder to see his face. But his eyes are already squeezed shut, and he looks like he's either about to cry or burst. Maybe both.

"O-Oh...fuck—"

Just as you're about to pick up where he left off, his hips jolt forward again, pushing him deeper than you were prepared for. The shock combined with the low whine still vibrating in his chest sends you reeling.

"Fucking ow. Be careful with that thing, Futturman," you gasp as your legs threaten to give out, but it tapers into a moan. God, even the pain feels so good. His arms encircle your waist to keep you from falling.

"S-sorry, I just...what?" he chokes out, and it's so high-pitched, you almost miss it.

"I'm on the pill, just—"

He slaps a hand over your mouth, and you shoot him a pleading look.

"Shit, don't—I heard you, don't say it again. Unless you want me to cum literally right now," he says frantically.

"Do it," you all but beg.

His face screws up, looking conflicted like he's doing everything in his power not to. But then your entire body is thrown forward, and he's finally fucking you the way you need him to.

The dull, syrupy ache from earlier ebbs into heady pleasure that sends you hurtling towards your peak, making your head spin and your walls flutter around him. You quickly forget about chastising or teasing him, and once he finds that perfect spot again, you forget everything else, too.

Josh isn't doing much better. He's devolving into a whimpering mess again, his movements messy and uncoordinated like he's about to lose it, and you're not far behind. You try to warn him between rough thrusts, but by the time you pull yourself together enough to speak, it's already too late.

"Josh, I'm...fucking cumming—fuck, I'm cumming," you sob, and your legs actually give out this time. You clamp down like a vice, gushing around him as your orgasm slams into you, wave after wave. It's intense and overwhelming, and god, you feel so fucking full.

You're too blissed out to realize how hard you're squeezing him or how hard he's fucking you through it, but it doesn't take long for him to steal back your attention.

"Holy shit, that's tight. Oh my fucking god, you're gonna make me—" He lets out something breathy and desperate, and you were right. He sounds so pretty when he cums.

Instead of catching you as you crumble, he yanks you up, holding you flush against his chest while he empties into you as deep as your cunt will take him. His hand splays across your stomach so he can feel himself moving inside you, and the other cups your cheek, tilting your head towards his. Then, his lips are on yours.

Your first kiss with Josh is awkward and messy, a heated exchange of breath more than anything else, but it's still perfect. Because it's him. He tastes vaguely like apple juice, sweet and a little tart, and it spreads across your tongue as the kiss deepens. He moans into your mouth, trembling as his hips slow and your aftershocks wring out the remainder of his orgasm.

For a while, you stay like that, letting Josh hold you and kiss you insistently, then sweetly once you've both come down from your highs. He doesn't part from you until his cock softens and slips out, and even then, he only pulls back far enough to turn you around and rest his forehead on yours.

"That was...," he trails off, his long eyelashes fluttering as he processes everything you just did together. Your eyes meet his, and you get lost in soft hazel, anxiously waiting for him to continue.

"You're incredible," he finishes, gazing at you almost reverently. You're flooded with relief, unable to stop the huge smile that spreads across your face. And you don't want to.

He kisses you again, and you melt into each other, slowly sinking onto the couch. This time, there's no heat or desperation. You're just enjoying the newness, exploring what already feels so comfortable and familiar.

Without breaking your kiss, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto his lap. His release begins to leak out of you, smearing across his thighs, and the sensation brings you back to the present. You can tell he's reluctant to pull away, but when he finally does, he looks nervous—maybe even a little insecure.

"Talk to me," you say softly, cupping his cheek and thumbing across the stubble on his jaw. He sighs, averting his gaze as he leans into your touch.

"I'm just...I don't know," he starts, and you can tell that whatever it is, he does know. He's just scared to say it. You let him work up to it at his own pace, and after a long pause, he continues. "Would any of this have happened if the TTD hadn't swapped my dick with Wolf's?"

Ouch. You had a feeling this conversation was coming. These are the consequences you knew you'd have to face eventually, but you never expected him to believe you were so shallow.

You school your expression before responding, trying to ignore how much it hurts that he could think so little of you.

"Yeah, I think it would've. It might've taken a little longer, but we would've gotten our shit together eventually. The TTD stuff just sort of...sped things up," you tell him honestly. "Maybe this wasn't obvious before, but I clearly like you, new dick or not. Most of the shit we do isn't even remotely platonic, and I'd never do that with another roommate, let alone fuck them. I thought you knew me better than that."

"I did—I do. I'm sorry, of course I know that. Things are just happening really fast, and it feels like everything's changing—you and me, my body, the future," he says, exhaustion creeping into his voice. "I like you so fucking much. I just needed to know you didn't sleep with me after all this time because my dick got bigger."

His words sink in, and your expression softens. He looks more vulnerable than you've ever seen him. You hold his gaze for a moment, then lean in to kiss him, draping your arms over his shoulders to pull him close as your lips move purposefully against his. Separating, you meet his eyes again.

"Josh, I could care less about superficial shit like that. It could literally fall off right now, and it still wouldn't matter as long as you and I are okay," you respond, hoping he believes you this time. "And for the record, I wanted to sit on your dick, too. I just never got the chance."

He huffs out a laugh, relief radiating off of him in waves. "Have I mentioned that I really like you?"

"Oh, I know," you grin, wiggling in his lap to ease the remaining tension. "I think you forget our beds share a wall. I've had to listen to you jerk off almost every day for over a year, and I don't know if you realize this, but you say my name. A lot."

He smiles sheepishly, his cheeks turning pink. "Jesus, okay. Point made."

The two of you quickly slip back into easy banter, and it feels good. You're still the same roommates who annoy the hell out of each other, but everything's out in the open. Now, you can actually act on all of the offhandedly dirty shit you always say to make him blush.

"I never said I didn't like it," you laugh, biting your lip. "Maybe I can help next time."

That catches him off-guard, and he accidentally swallows wrong. "Uh, yeah," he clears his throat, trying and failing again to sound nonchalant. "I'd be down for that."

"Can I put it in my mouth?" you ask innocently, and he winces, tipping his head back onto the couch. His hands slide up your thighs and squeeze, tugging you closer to his crotch.

"I'm gonna get hard again if you keep going," he whines, even though he's already halfway there.

"Not really seeing an issue here."

Threading your fingers through his hair, you guide him back to your lips and kiss him messily, still in disbelief that it took a time travel disaster to finally get you to this point.

You'll have to thank Wolf for his noble sacrifice later.

thanks for reading!

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jellyfishhutcherson · 3 months

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YALL I HAVE NOT BEEN POSTING LIKE I SHOULD BE 😭😭 my bad sweethearts i’ll try and post more

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jealousjersey · 1 month

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖”come home”⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

☆ tags // mike schmidt x reader, loser!mike x dom!gn!reader,

☆ mentions // mike is a needy loser who begs for your attention, dick sucking, edging, cum drinking, reader doms mike, angst, fluff, smut, needy and desperate mike, reader has like wrapped around their finger., missionary, unprotected p in v (wrap it) minors dni 18+

☆ a/n // i still love writing for mike schmidt this is heaven ty lou

your work has been consuming you, working long hours, barely coming home on time, sleeping all until your next shift and just being busy. your boyfriend, mike, hates it. he hates that you’re never home, he hates that he never sees you, and he hates that you two haven’t had sex in weeks.

he’s been a brat about it ever since you took more hours, and he never took the time to realize that you’re only working so hard to provide for things he’d want, i mean, you are the house breadwinner. ever since his pizzeria secrurity job ended you’ve had to work since he couldn’t get hired anywhere.

as you’re working you get texts after texts from mike. “are you gonna be home on time?” “i miss you.” “i need you it’s been so long” he spams you.

god, he’s so needy. you roll your eyes at the text. if he doesn’t chill the hell out for atleast 3 more hours you’re going to loose your mind, does he not know that it’s hard for you too?

as the hours go by you think of ways to surprise him. maybe some lingerie? maybe a new toy for you two to experiment with? maybe some flavored lube? the possibilities are endless. you count down to the second you get off your shift, simply texting mike “wait up on me, i have a surprise.” as you clock out and go to your car.

you arrive at the nearest mall and get a cute lingerie set from the Spencer’s located within. a black lacy bra with a golden heart charm between the breasts, the bottom piece is a black and lacy with “baby” on the butt written in rhinestones. you knew he would love it but you didn’t expect him to like it as much as he did.

as you’re getting back in your car to drive home, you get a sudden rush of excitement. wondering how he’ll react at the site of you. you even put on red lipstick to top it all off. as you arrive at home, you change into your new set in your car, it fit perfectly around your shape. you swiftly but your work clothes back on. you still need this to be a surprise.

you enter the house and throw your keys on the kitchen table. you walk into your room and mike is waiting patiently for you, god his bulge is showing just by the thought of you coming home.

before he could say anything you strip as soon as you get through your door, watching his eyes gaze at your body in your new set. giving him a spin around so he could see your rhinestone covered ass.

mikes eyes widen at the site of you, a wet spot already forming at the tip of the tent in his sweatpants. “oh my god” he says softly as he stares at your figure.

you stand in your set in front of him, your fingers dancing across your chest, driving him crazy. you get on your knees in front of him and bring his sweatpants down, followed by his boxers. pulling them down just below his balls. his dick springs out of his pants, hot and red at the tip with precum pooling out.

you leave one kiss on his tip as your lips take in his precum. leaving the red lipstick kiss mark on his dick. he immediately groans at the sensation, feeling better than he has in weeks just by the expectation of you giving him head.

but you’re not giving in that easily. you kiss and lick around his shaft, but never long enough for him to get a release from it, your lipstick leaving red stains all around his hard on.

“please suck, i’ve been thinking about it all night please” he pleads with almost tears in his eyes from the overstimulation. it’s so cute seeing him like this but who are you to say no to his request?

as per his request you start, you wrap your red lips around his tip and his hand pushes your head down, it’s almost insulting but god, it’s so needy of him and that drove you crazy. you fully emerge yourself around him and he lets out a sore whimper.

you gag on his dick as you’re sucking, he throws his head back and keeps his hand on the back of your head, gripping on your hair. his dick twitches in your mouth signaling he’s close to cumming. “m’gonna cum” he moans, only the whites of his eyes showing. as his words hit your ears you stop, red lipstick covering the shaft of him.

he looks devastated at your action. “please let me cum, i’ve been waiting so long.” he begs. it’s almost cute how desperate he is for you. you want to keep going for him but you stop yourself. “now is it really fair if you get to get off and i don’t? is that fair? i’ve been waiting just as long as you have.” you say

you push him back on the bed, his dick springing up, tip still red and sensitive. you wrap your hands around him, feeling the warmth of him.

you basically rip your panties off of yourself, positioning yourself on top of him, sliding his dick inside you, grinding on him as you look him in the eyes. “you look so pretty when i’m overstimulating your dick. so, so pretty.” you say as you place a hand on his cheek

he moans your name as he places his hands on your hips, so tightly that you’re certain it’ll leave bruises. you want that, the pain would be a reminder of this amazing night.

your hair flips around your neck, your face flushed with a pink tint and sweat beaming off your forehead. his dick assaults your walls as his tip brushes your gspot causing you to let out a soft moan of his name. his fingers make their way to your clit, moving soft circles along it, making you pant soft sounds.

mike almost cums on contact with your body, but he knows he has to stop himself. he has to make this good for you. he has to make this last as long as he can. “fuck, i’m gonna cum mike.” you whimper. he speeds up, hitting your gspot with each thrust he leads you to bounce on.

“m’so close” you whimper, his fingers bring themselves to your chest, god he loved it so much. especially in that new bra. his teeth graze your nipples, biting them so softly but it feels so much more intense this way. so intimate, yet so dirty.

“can i cum now? please” he moans. how could you say no? “cum in me, please cum in me” you say, and he does. leaving thick white pools in you, the warmth making you shake as you finish, as you remove yourself from on him, you pour out a mix of both of your releases. he brings a finger to your wetness and brings it up to his mouth, sucking on them. he loves the taste of you.

please come home earlier next time.

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joshsbimbo · 4 months

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night out

part two ♡ part three

pairing: stalker! mike schmidt x victim! reader

warnings: DARK TOPICS, stalking, obsession, mike’s a cuck, c(nc), alcohol, unconscious, not remembering what happened the night before

a/n: i’m scared to post thjs

♡ parties were never mike’s thing. he hated getting wasted, having no idea where he was, meeting and talking to new people, but you didn’t. he had to keep you safe- i mean, you were his sweet girl. ever since he seen you in the mall, carrying around bags as your dickhead boyfriend groped you in front of everyone, he had the urge to protect you. mike hissed through his teeth, not able to believe a pretty girl like you was holding hands with a man that’s constantly bringing his little girlfriends here.

♡ he promised himself to tell you, but watching your ass in those tiny shorts, getting squeezed and your pretty lips swollen by the man’s rough kiss made mike feel fuzzy. he tries to hide his bulge, but it’s so fucking hard when he’s pretending he’s the one with the cute girlfriend. buying her gifts when he could barely afford rent. he fucking sucked at talking to girls, especially ones like you. every time you walked around the mall you wore the nicest outfits, swayed your hips, almost as if you were teasing him.

♡ mike’s mind was intoxicated with you. constantly checking up on you whether it was through your twitter or window. he just wanted to know you were okay. you kept talking about how much you hated men, how hurt you were — actually “hurr”… the amount of typos led him to believe you were drunk. he was too busy to see his princess, but when he checked your location and saw you were in bum fuck nowhere, he knew he had to drop everything to check up on his girl. which is why he’s holding a beer at a party that he was not invited to, but the people were so shit faced that they didn’t care.

♡ men kept returning to you, handing you drink after drink. after the fourth one, you were feeling so wasted. a man had his hands all around you, not noticing mike’s glare. he barged in and quickly created space between the two of you, noting that you would be too drunk to notice him. such a pretty girl shouldn’t let men touch her so inappropriately, especially when she has a boyfriend.

♡ an alive boyfriend, anyway. he gripped your wrist, dragging you away from the dance floor. “f’… off, man!” you slurred out. you were beyond pissed already. your boyfriend has been ghosting you for weeks out of no where. posted a pic in the middle of la, coke on the coffee table, and a slut in the background. how could he??? whatever, the dick wasn’t good anyway.

♡ “let’s get you home, y/n.” his grip on your wrist tighter, his other hand around your waist to help you outside. you were stumbling in your heels, your makeup runny, and your hair a mess. you were as fucked up as you looked.

♡ “who.. the fuck do you t.. think you are, anyway?” you stammered out, trying to get away from his touch. your pretty head’s too fuzzy to realize he knew your name, when you had no recollection of this man.

♡ he ignored you as he opened the door to his truck, lifting you into the back seat. he shuts the door before going around the pickup, entering the driver’s seat. you try to open the door, but it won’t budge, no matter how many times you unlock and lock the car door. “i’m not telling you my address!!!” you declare, holding your hand up in a fist drunkenly.

♡ “put your seatbelt on.”

♡ “make me.”

♡ he turns around in his seat, glaring at you. you let out a small whimper before buckling your seatbelt. usually you’re so bratty, especially to men. not letting them have their way, always making them think they do. but you were wasted and mike’s glare was stomach churning, nothing like other men have given you. you knew his intentions were far away from pure, especially when he was picking up a drunk defenseless girl into his truck without your consent. you would giggle right at their faces, but you had a feeling in your gut to run far away from this man.

♡ now here you two are, your knight in shining armor and his princess, driving back to your place. you were too messed up to notice the lack of gps, lack of hesitation after every turn, how he knew the shortcut to your house. he parked next to your car. “good girl, always call an uber if you’re going to be this fucked up.”

♡ you wince at the bluntness of his words, shaking, not knowing nor understanding what was happening. what worsened the pit in your gut was him carrying you inside your home, not bothering to dig in your purse for your keys because he already had a copy. carrying you tightly as he entered your bedroom. he never hesitated, only when he touched you, but he knew exactly what and where everything was.

♡ he carefully laid you on your bed, your eyes spinning as he rummaged through your dresser. mumbling about where his favorite set was before taking out a pajama set. all he wanted to do was take out a lingerie set, but he wanted you to fall asleep in something comfy, not something for him.

♡ you stared at him, not completely understanding what was happening, but knowing that you feared him. “what..” is all you could mumble before your eyes went shut, your four drinks finally taking its full effect.

♡ he carefully unzips your dress, something he always dreamed of doing while his hand was deep inside his boxers. his cock was leaking pathetically ever since he saw you grinding against those men, wishing that he were them. he shifted his shameful member, telling himself he’s doing this because he cares about you- not about his dick.

♡ he shimmies you out of the dress, the lack of undergarments making his breath hitch and his cock twitch. i swear, if this was a normal slumber and not because you drank too much, you would wake up from how loud he was breathing. his eyes staring at your nude, unconscious body in disbelief. he jacked off to candid pics of you changing, but it felt so different being so close to you.

♡ he knows he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. just one picture, maybe two,,, fuck, he needed more. he pressed play, leaning his camera close to your cute, unconscious face. angling it down to capture your breasts, his thick fingers twisting your nipple. you couldn’t react if you wanted to, but that didn’t stop him from groping you. fondling your tits as he continues to film, his poor cock so hard and leaking.

♡ he leans in and captures a bud in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it as he forgets about the camera for a moment. enjoying the taste of your skin on his taste buds. he could only wish for this, savoring the taste of the receipt you dropped the last time you were at the mall. but now, he’s trying to fit as much as he can as he sucks pathetically. moaning and flicking his tongue around your nipple, gently nibbling at it before moving to the side of your breast.

♡ as he stated again and again, he knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help himself. sucking hickeys all around your chest, his hand stroking his thick and hard cock as he laid beside you. his head laying on your stuffed animals as he painted your body, with hickeys and his cum. it was an accident, he swears, but he couldn’t stop.

♡ he picks up the camera again, showing the hickeys he littered all over your pretty skin. it was meant to be just one, but he wanted you to know he was there.

♡ his hand and camera went lower, spreading your legs gently. he leaned in and inhaled your musky scent, his cock still hardened despite him cumming just moments ago. he leaned back to spread your lips, drooling at the sight of your folds and clit.

♡ he tried to capture him tasting your pretty pussy for the first time, his tongue slowly lapping at your clit. he pathetically grinded against your bed as he ate you out, your stuffed animal holding his phone up as he lapped up your juices. swallowing all around, looking up as if you could look into his pathetic puppy eyes, his cock twitching for more than the boxers that restricted it.

♡ he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his pretty lips from your wet folds. getting up to palm his bulge as he looked down at you, feeling at peace with you. wanting- needing to be inside of you. he spit on his finger, entering it inside of you as he pulled his boxers fully down.

♡ his eyes never left you, even when he was trying his hardest to enter inside of you, he kept looking at your pretty face. even when he kept fumbling, missing your hole again and again, he couldn’t stop staring at you. soon his cock tried to slip inside, he spat at it, trying to thrust into you. his hips needily grinding against you. he knew this was wrong. he knew you couldn’t do anything, but he couldn’t help it. his princess was finally in his vicinity, his to decorate, his.

♡ his cock slipping in and out of you, your walls enough to give him pure bliss. he didn’t even think to wish for you to tighten around him. he was already so happy that he was finally inside of you. pictures did not do your perfect body justice. the way you’re sprawled out for him made him go insane. he no longer had to scroll and scroll through his phone to find the perfect angle of you. he just needed to move your limp body as he desires. he kept your hair from your face, wanting to see it as he took advantage of you. it’s technically not wrong because you’re his!!! always been his since he laid eyes on you, even if you never found out!!

♡ his eyes were so hazy, he couldn’t believe he was about to do this. groping you as his hips became sloppier, drooling a gross amount, running down his chin, his heart beating so hard from being so infatuated with you for so long, savoring the feeling of being inside of you, so intimate…

♡ he should pull out, he really should, he knew you weren’t on birth control; he knew you never let men cum inside of your temple even if they promised to pay for the pill. he just couldn’t help himself. his mind fuzzy and he holds his breath, his toes curling, his hands gripping onto you so hard that he’s shocked you’re not a bit awake, groaning loudly, sweating profusely…

♡ “gonna m’… make you a… ah.. mhm.. a pretty momma.. fill you up..” he groans, cumming deep inside of you. his precious doll filled with his babies made his brain spin. he felt like he had died when he pulled out. your pussy leaking with his cum, picking up the camera to show the beautiful scene. his mouth agape, not believing that this was real life. he stared at you for a while, before cleaning you up.

♡ spreading your lips to make sure the evidence of his seed was gone, crossing his fingers that you wouldn’t go to cvs tomorrow. wiping the dried remnant from your chest. he was so gentle with his darling; you were going to carry his kids after all.

♡ he changed you into his favorite pajama set of yours, white with pink hearts and silky. after he closed your dresser, he snatched one of your panties from the dirty laundry bin. sniffing it before tucking it into his pocket.

♡ he admired your body before tucking you in, kissing your forehead and whispering “good night, my love.”

♡ “what kinda night did i have?” you giggle as you admire the hickeys on your chest

i hope you liked this <3 make sure to practice self care!

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh futturman #josh hutcherson #josh futterman x reader smut #josh futturman x reader #lamb writes

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joshs-big-toe · 4 months

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i cannot do this. he is so hot. i want to lick him. especially in that second to last picture? i waNT TO LICK HIM

#josh hutcherson #josh futterman #michael schmidt #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson smut #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #peeta x reader

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sameschmidtdiffname · 2 months

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When the smut writing gets smutty so you gotta hit the invisible camera with that

#writing #smut #smut writer #smut author #fanfiction #writing memes #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #jhutch #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fnaf #derek danforth #peeta mellark #josh futterman x reader

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xcherryerim · 1 month

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Have you ever wonder

how many donuts can be stacked around Futturman’s cock?

Well, I have the answer for you! (keep in mind i am super bad at math)

Futturman is around 10inches to 10.5 inches (soft).

For this experiment let’s say it’s 10 inches, while a glazed donut from Krispy kreme is usually 1 1/4 inches, bringing out a total of…

8 donuts!

but you’re probably wondering, “what about when it’s hard?”

A post of medicalxpress.com states that when hard, the cock usually grows about 3 inches. Making it 13 inches for futturman.

Once we divide 13 inches by 1 1/4 it brings our total to 10.4 making it…

10 donuts in total!

#i am so sorry #yeah i swear is around that but yk i’m bad at math so if i get it wrong sorry #now i have a penis photo in my phone smh #josh futturman #josh futterman #josh futturman x you #josh futturman headcannons #josh futturman smut #josh futterman x reader #josh futturman x reader #josh future man #josh hutcherson supremacy #josh hutcherson

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joshhutchersonsgf · 2 months

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Mike and thigh worship 😭‼️‼️🙏 no because I needdddd this so bad like UGHH god this man would actually be a sucker for thighs like give that man a thigh job and he’s all over u

NO BECAUSE THIS IS SO REAL.

♡ whenever you and mike first started dating, he was sooo nervous to touch you. he didn’t want to make his pretty girl uncomfortable

♡ then, when he realized that you were okay with it (and encouraged it all the time), he let himself be more touchy.

♡ he was hesitant at first, not knowing when or where to touch you properly (poor thing was so touch starved)

♡ but soon it turned into him not being able to be around you without holding your hand, having his arm around your shoulders, or his hand on your thigh.

♡ mike was a sucker for your thighs, and let you know it all the time.

♡ anytime you wore something that showed a bit more skin on your upper legs, he would practically drool and not be able to keep his eyes away from them.

♡ “oh my god.” he would say when you showed him your new skirt, twirling around and smiling at him. “that’s— you look beautiful, the skirt is.. beautiful” he trails off, eyes wide and cock already twitching.

♡ you never realized the impact your thighs had on your mikey until he was eating you out and subtly asked (begged) for you to give him a thigh job.

♡ “fuck baby, you don’t know what you do to me,” he says between your thighs, gripping them for support, “god i want— i want to fuck your thighs.” he whispers, mumbling against your sensitive clit.

♡ you stop rolling your hips against him and grab his hair tighter, earning a whine from him in return. you pull him up by his hair to where his head is resting on your left thigh, face glistening with your slick.

♡ “what did you say, mike?” you say, wondering if you were in a horny bliss or if your boyfriend actually just said he wants to fuck your thighs.

♡ “hm?” he says, furrowing his eyebrows and acting dumb. it was obvious he was lying though, his eyes wide and scanning your face for any look of disapproval. you only return his look with a smile and pull your legs away from his head.

♡ “you wanna fuck my thighs?” you say, sitting up against the headboard. his mind immediately races at your question.

♡ “oh my god, please. please, baby i’ll do anything. just wanna feel you and your thighs ple—“ you cut him off with a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. he groans into the kiss, pulling himself up and putting his hands on your waist.

♡ you crawl off the bed and move him to the edge. he takes this as a sign to stand up and follows you off the bed. you lay down on the end of the bed, arching your back against the comforter. you look back at him, ass just inches away from what you want most, your pupils blown and skin lightly glowing from sweat.

♡ mike looks at you, eyes wide and cock aching. “can i, baby?” he asks again, even though it’s obvious you want him to.

♡ “yes, fuck, please.” you whine, wiggling your hips back onto his dick, straining in his pants.

♡ mike practically jumps out of his pants and boxers, lining his dick up just under your pussy.

♡ he pushes his dick in between your thighs, brushing over your pussy, causing you both to whine. usually, he would have taken it slow, but poor mike was just so desperate to cum. he’s been waiting for this for god knows how long.

♡ he wasted no time moving his hips back and forth, the head of his dick perfectly hitting your sensitive clit every time. you begin to rock your hips against his dick, needing to get some friction.

♡ eventually he stops moving altogether, letting you move how you see fit (he was enjoying the show you put on for him). you rock your hips back faster, moaning his name out like a prayer as his precum drips down your thighs, only adding more slick between your legs.

♡ “so fucking— holy shit, baby.” he moans loudly, gripping your waist tightly and starting his pace again.

♡ you clench around nothing once he starts his pace again, knowing he’s close. he pulls your upper body up from your waist, snaking his hand around your neck to stabilize himself. (not hurting you, of course.)

♡ your legs are shaking, and you don’t know how much longer you can hold on. you feel his free hand leave your waist and go up to your chest, pulling lightly at your left nipple.

♡ “i’m— oh fuck, i’m cumming” mike whines, and you feel his dick twitch a few times, leaving your inner thighs sticky and legs shaking.

♡ but don’t think he stopped without making you cum again. of course he has to take care of you too. he goes right back to where he started, eating you out like his life depended on it, cleaning up any mess made on your thighs.

♡ after this incident, you better believe mike could never get enough of your thighs. if you were near him, his hand was on your thigh. sometimes, he even put his hand between your legs. not even in a sexual way, he just claims he does it to warm his hands up.

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