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stevenose · 6 months

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𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 (18+)

kinktober: cowboy!steve edition

summary: the local handsome, womanizing cowboy is really starting to get on your nerves.

contains: reader with a vagina; reader is called “good girl”; business owner reader whaddup!; historical fiction; degradation; boot riding; praise; dirty talk; enemies to ???; extremely brief mention of a gun in a holster

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this is not historically accurate so do not go into it thinking it will be <3 i was inspired by that scene in raiders when marion and indy meet again in her bar lol. hope you enjoy!

The tattered rag in your hand squeaks against the whiskey glass in your other. You pay close attention to it, the rest of the tavern empty. It’s nearly midnight, all of your customers gone, the only company a few lit and dripping candlesticks.

Well, until he walks in.

You know who it is based on the click of the boots and the fact that the door had been locked. He stands behind you, leaning against the bar.

“I told you to get rid of that key,” you huff. “That’s stolen property.”

“Y’always like to call me an outlaw, don’t ya?”

You sit your glass down and throw the rag over your shoulder as you turn to face him. Steve Harrington, wearing his typical leather vest and a white linen button down, parted at the top to give you a look at his chest. Your eyes catch on his freckles before making your way up to his face. His coffee eyes are amused, a smile tugging at his lips.

“We’re closed,” you say, turning away from him, mostly to hide your face. He gets you worked up in every way he could.

“Did that ever stop me before?”

You roll your eyes and grab another glass to dry. He clears his throat to get your attention.

“I’ll take whiskey, darlin’,” he says. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Try another bar, Harrington,” you scoff. “You know my hours.”

“Woulda been here earlier, but I lost track of time.”

“You lose another herd of cattle again?”

“No.” You hear him light a match, the warm smell of smoke followed by rich, vanilla-infused tobacco. You have no idea how he can afford such cigars. “I didn’t work today.”

“Hm.” You sit a glass down. “At least one of us gets breaks.”

Steve sighs, puts his cigar out quickly on the bottom of his boot, and moves around the bar to join you behind it. He takes a glass from your hand and grabs whiskey with another. You feel a little faint when his skin touches yours.

“Hey!” you protest, watching him pop the lid off of a top-shelf bottle. “Don’t dirty a glass, jackass!”

He sort of rolls his shoulders, towering over you, and sits the glass down. Still, he keeps the whiskey in his hand - and before you can say anything, he drinks straight from it.

“Bastard!” you scold, shoving him, all while he laughs and downs as much as he possibly can. You fight him, reaching for it, but he keeps you at bay with one strong arm. “That - is - expensive - shit - Harrington!”

“Oh, really?” he giggles, boyish. He takes one final swig before slamming it on the cedar bar. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Think I prefer the cheap kind.”

You shove him again, and again, furious with him. “Now I’ve gotta open a whole ‘nother bottle!”

“You think I’m sick or somethin’?” He doesn’t seem much bothered by your pushing.

“Obviously,” you hiss. “Sick in the head for thinking you can come into my bar after hours without a penny to pay with just to chastise me.”

“I don’t think it spreads,” he smiles, reaching for your hands as you go to push him back towards the door. He takes your small wrists in his big hands - they wrap around them fully and he keeps you in place.

Your demeanor quickly changes, from furious to frozen. Chastise you, he does, especially when he gets like this. So close to you, his hands caressing you, then pulling back a second later like he didn’t mean it. Steve Harrington was a cowboy and a ladies man, everything you thought you detested. But you loved these midnight visits, even if he was annoying. You liked his company.

He seems to notice your change and bites back a broader smile. He pulls you towards him, walking backwards towards a broad leather chair. You begin to protest as he sits down, pulling you on top of him, your legs spreading around his thick thighs. His gun, locked away in his holster, is cold against your thigh.

“Harrington,” you warn, twisting, trying to get out of his grip.

“Hey,” he says softly, reaching up to cup your cheek. You melt immediately. “Just wanna ask you somethin’, alright?”

You swallow hard. “What, cowboy?”

“Why don’t ya like me?”

You laugh, turning your chin out of his grip. He seems a little hurt, tilting his head as he watches you.

“You’re everythin’ I hate,” you answer. “Dirty, foul mouthed, always out in the fields. You try to fuck anythin’ that moves. You’re presumptuous and pompous -“

“Me?” he asks, genuinely startled. “I’m pompous?”

“Of course you are. Y’think you’re better than everyone, and that’s why you can come in here and grab my whiskey without askin’.”

“I did ask first. Not my fault you’re such a stone-cold church bell.”

You gasp, but he continues before you can protest.

“Don’t know why you wanna act all tough. Y’know I’d know what tough is, don’t ya? I-“

“Oh, of course, you’re so brave out there on your horse -“

“See? Y’never let me finish. Hardly ever even give me a chance.”

“I don’t care to!”

Steve narrows his eyes. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

He stares at you a while longer before letting his hands creep towards your hips. “Well,” he says slowly. “I opine that you just like playin’ with me. And bottom fact is I’m gettin’ a little tired of it, darlin’.”

Your eyes widen a little, face heating. “I’m well over bein’ tired of you comin’ in and botherin’ me.”

“So you really don’t like me?”

“No.”

“Take off those trousers for me, then.”

You reel back. “Pardon me?”

“You don’t like me? Prove it, then.”

“I - I - h- how could you even assume -“

“You’ve been grindin’ on my lap this entire goddamn time,” he points out. “But if you’re so sure y’ain’t affected, go ‘head. Show me.”

You lick your lips. You know if you don’t that he’ll always assume you were. And he might even spread the rumor. And if you do, it’ll just confirm his suspicions. Because you’re soaked. Completely. No debate.

“Go on,” he coaxes. “Y’can go behind the bar if you need some privacy.”

Glaring, you hop off of his lap, looking down quick to see if you left a mark. You didn’t, but it’s very clear he’s hard.

“And you’re worried about me?” you snark, nodding towards his crotch.

“Never said I didn’t like you,” he says, adjusting in his seat as you stand breathless. “You gonna make me wait?”

You force yourself to move after a second, feet heavy as you walk behind the bar. He stays in place, watching you, arms crossed over his broad chest. You bite your tongue and pull your trousers off first, then take your cotton underwear in your hands. As you already knew, they’re wet. You stare, contemplating spilling some ale on them.

“Bring me that whiskey while you’re at it.”

You roll your eyes and ball your underwear into your fists as you pull your pants back on. You grab a glass and the cheap whiskey and return to him, making him catch the glasses as you throw them at him.

“And your panties?”

You throw them at him as hard as you can. Steve takes them immediately and grins wide as he inspects them. A low whistle leaves his soft, parted lips. “Yup,” he says, the fabric looking small in his big hands. “Knew it.”

“It was hot today,” you protest. “I’ve been here forever, they - they need changed -“

A shot of lightning hits down through your core as you watch him bring your underwear up to his nose and inhale. Deep. He savors it, eyes drifting shut for a long moment before they open again, and he grins.

“I know a needy cunt when I smell one.”

Now you’re standing in place, heart beating fast in your chest. Your hands clench and unclench in uncertainty. You grind your teeth and stare at him with heated cheeks and chest.

“So everythin’ you say you hate, you like,” he starts. He shifts, tucking your underwear in his back pocket. You don’t argue. “You like big, strong men who come in and take what they want from you. Cause it’s so hard, runnin’ this place by yourself, no one t’take care of ya. Spendin’ your nights alone. You want someone else to call the shots, huh?”

You swallow hard.

“That it? You need a man with authority?”

“You don’t have authority,” you force out.

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes a little. He’s handsome in the warm glow of the candles, catching on the sun-kissed highlights in his brunette hair. “You’re no different than the livestock I train. You just need a firm hand and a gentle tone, huh? I know I can break you in time. Just gotta get you to yield first.” He suddenly moves his foot forward and taps it against the hardwood floor. “Come sit on my boot.”

The air is knocked out of your lungs. “What?”

“There’s one difference,” he observes softly. “Animals are a lot better at obeyin’ than you.”

You detest the accusation, the way he’s speaking to you, and yet your cunt aches with need. You want to rub your little clit against his boot and make him talk sweet to you. You remain still, a stare-off with him.

“I’m not very patient,” he says, tapping his shoe. “But I’m tryin’ to be for you.”

You set a glare as you step towards him, legs shaking.

“There ya go,” he coos as you move to your knees, “could get used to this.”

“Don’t,” you snap.

“You think y’wont get addicted to this?” he asks. “I know I already am. Seein’ you on your knees before me - you get me hard, dear. Bet you’re good at grindin’ those hips - you done that before, right? Who’s that wealthy shop owner’s son? John?”

You glare up at him as you settle over his boot. “Don’t talk about John.”

“Isn’t me,” he says, holding his hands up. “You know everyone in town was talkin’ when you were together. Think you like people in different classes than you, huh? Did he talk sweet to you?”

You’re overwhelmed and hot. It makes you dizzy. The steel toe of his boot against your scratchy trousers doesn’t help. You nod, unable to speak much, brows furrowed in opposition.

“Too sweet?” he presses. “That why you’re on my boot right now? Y’like gettin’ talked down to? I can do that, but I’m a romantic, if you’d believe it. Like to cuddle after, make a real connection. You gonna be good and grind?”

Setting your jaw and bearing down, you begin pressing your hips into his shoe. The cool, hard pressure makes you gasp, and Steve smiles wide above you. You hold onto his leg for support, fingertips bruising him.

“There we go,” he praises, taking his glass and whiskey and pouring it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You don’t answer, but your whimpers answer for you. You bite your lip and whine softly, circling your hips. Steve whistles low again and takes a sip of the caramel colored alcohol above you. “Jesus, I could get used t’this. Shuttin’ you up on my boot. You be good and I’ll reward you, honey. Want a sugar cube?”

“Shut up,” you hiss.

“Aw, alright,” he beams. “Sugar don’t work on you, shoulda known. How ‘bout my cock? That a good enough reward?”

Despite your best attempts, a moan forces itself past your lips. You’ve dreamed of him, ever since he first busted into your bar and begged for a drink after a long day of herding. His large figure on top of you, crushing you, while his cock rams you in spots you didn’t know existed. You wish you could see more of it now - but you’re only face to face with his clothed election.

“Huh.” He takes a drink. “Didn’t think you’d like that. You’re just full of surprises, huh? That’s somethin’ I like ‘bout you.”

You hate that his words make your cheeks catch fire.

Steve angles his foot upwards, making the boot raise and press deliciously against your clit. You cry out, head falling back, and Steve chokes out a sigh. “God Almighty, look at you. All this from fuckin’ my boot. Could you have imagined?”

You shake your head, though you aren’t paying much attention to him. Your body shakes as you move yourself against him. Every push and pull makes you weaker, a tightness starting in your lower stomach and reaching down for your clit. You rest your head against his knee and miss him taking his cigar back out of his vest’s pocket. You smell the march and tobacco again. It smells like him. That rich scent, followed by the sweet smell of hay and maple sugar, envelopes him wherever he goes. You wish your thin bedsheets smelled like it.

“C’mere,” he urges, reaching for your hair and tilting your head up. “Open up.”

He bounces his foot again, and your mouth drops.

“Breathe,” he instructs, before leaning down and blowing smoke right into your mouth. You inhale, but the smoke is too much - it forces you to cough and stutter. Steve leans back and smiles, taking another drag and blowing it down towards you. “‘nother thing t’train you to take, huh?”

Overwhelmed with pleasure and the sudden urge to be better than him, or at least good for him, you nod.

“I’ll make a list,” he sighs. He’s lazy, leaning back and watching you. He sets his glass on the oak table beside him and presses his palm against his cock. “Y’know, I really pride myself on breakin’ things in. I’ve handled some of the most aggressive mares in the state. Even when they kick and punch, even when they resist … I always make ‘em mine.”

Your teeth bite into his knee, your movements speeding up. You cry out, eyes rolling back, the tightness growing.

“You wanna be mine?” he asks, leaning forward again. “That it? Wanna be yours. Want you to pay attention t’me. I’d do whatever y’asked. Wanna be your big, strong man. Will you let me?”

A shuddering breath. “Steve,” you whimper. It’s the first time you’ve called him that.

“Good girl, that’s my name.” He pats your head. “Wanna be Steve’s girl? Huh?”

You betray your conscience and listen to your subconscious. “Mhm. Ah! Y-yes!”

“Then cum. C’mon, know y’can, want it. Polish my shoe, darlin’.”

You press your head hard into his knee and dig your fingers into his flesh. Deep breaths, along with your movements, make your body rise and fall. Steve bounces his shoe a little, angling it up, and with a sharp inhale and shout you cum. The room feels like it’s upside down. You’re dizzy, overwhelmed, parched as the white-hot feeling spreads from your pussy to the rest of you. It leaves you weak, and you’re about to fall back before Steve catches you, two hands on your biceps.

“Hey, hey,” he coos, pulling you back up into his lap. Your forehead rests against his. “‘s alright, Steve’s got you. There we go. Did so good for me, peach. Y’look so pretty for me.”

“I’m. Not. A. Horse,” you pant.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, hands moving to cup your ass. “Give me a kiss, won’t you?”

You pull away from him to press your lips as hard as you can against his. He gasps, a hand flying up to the back of your neck. You kiss him hard, a little messy, finishing it off with a harsh bite to his bottom lip before pulling away.

“Goddamn,” he mumbles, reaching up to touch his bottom lip. “Y’need some more trainin’, I see.”

“Well,” you pant with a half hearted shrug. “Guess you’re gonna be busy.”

#steve harrington smut #stevenose posts #steve x reader #ns/fw #cowboy!steve #kinktober 23

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pawbeanies · 8 months

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alone in my room on a friday night like a loser thinking about being taken gently. thinking about someone being so soft with me, telling me to sit back and let them take care of me, calling me a good boy even though all i've done is just sit there and look so cute for them.. because when's the last time someone took care of me (never)? melting at the idea of someone telling me to breathe and relax and praising me for doing so well and spoiling me until i can't even be shy anymore..

goodnight i am crawling into a hole!! good NIGHT !!!

#ftm nsft #tagging and getting really embarrassed at the ordeal of being known but i think this is the vibe #23 yr old loser virgin nerd goes on tumblr and says something that vaguely ns fw and immediately dies of cringe b4 ever being touched #i say this all theoretically as if my body could handle being touched i think. i am too touch starved TO be touched i fear

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falconisinstartup · 2 years

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MaxQ New Shepard abort

#blue origin #new shepard #abort #in flight anomaly #rocket #uncrewed flight #g forces #be-3 #solid rocket engine #ns-23 #aerospace #engineering

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sebnameyourcar · 1 year

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this is the first gp i’ve properly sat down and watched this year and i have Opinions. but i shall hold my tongue 🫢

#‘great teamwork from the ast*ns’ ohhh do Not get me started #anyway. peace and love on planet Eve #baku 23

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spaceflight-insider · 2 years

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Uncrewed New Shepard mission experiences in-flight abort

Blue Origin’s New Shepard capsule shortly after its abort sequence was triggered during the NS-23 mission on Sept. 12, 2022. This was an uncrewed mission. Credit: Blue Origin In a reminder that rocket launches are not routine events, Blue Origin’s suborbital New Shepard rocket system suffered an anomaly during its 23rd flight. (more…)

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#abort #BE-3 #Blue Origin #Lead Stories #NASA #New Shepard #NS-23

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dark-fics-4-you · 2 months

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Sophie’s World

⋆ 18+ Only ⋆

All of my works contain dark themes, including dubcon, noncon (aka rape), abusive relationships, forced pregnancy, incest, and possibly more (each fanfic will have individual content warnings)

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE ABOVE THEMES

Recent Fics

After Hours Lesson - After class dinner, your professor, Coriolanus Snow, offers you a ride home

Faking It - Rafe gets pissed off after he realized you faked an orgasm

Love Plus One - After you get pregnant with your boyfriend of 3 years, you start to notice him becoming much more controlling of you

Silent Treatment - Your older step brother, Rafe, can’t stand being ignored by you

StepBro!Rafe takes Reader’s virginity (drabble)

How a Girlfriend is Supposed to Act - After Rafe catches you texting your friend and saying that you want to break up with him, Rafe decides to remind you of your place

Equal Exchange - After accepting help from a stranger on a back road in the dead of night, you realize Rafe Cameron expects you to pay him back, one way or another

Keeping the Peace - Your life is uprooted after a cocky peacekeeper takes notice of you and decides to stake his claim. Also features dark!Sejanus Plinth

Crocodile Tears - You and Coryo are academy students who were both selected to mentor tributes in the Hunger Games. Coryo becomes competitive and refuses to realize that his unreturned affections have begun to affect his performance. Frustrated by what he perceives to be you leading him on, Coryo delves deeper into his obsession and eventually gives in to the desires he tried so hard to deny.

CT Drabble - Coriolanus finds out Reader was a virgin

CT Drabble 2 - Coriolanus tells everyone that he saved Reader from her attacker

Just This Once - stepbro!Rafe is sick of you being the perfect child in Rose and Ward’s eyes, so he decides to make you a disappointment too

About Me

I go by Sophie! I’m 23 years old and I use she/her pronouns.

I have been writing fanfiction since I was 14 (yes there is an incredibly cursed blog full of kpop fanfic that I wrote in middle school still floating around on tumblr to this day). I first got into reading dark fanfics when I was 19 or 20 and I’ve been writing and posting my own dark fanfics for about 2 years.

Who I Write For

Sophie’s Masterlist

I mostly write for Rafe Cameron and Coriolanus Snow, but I have written for Loki and Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) in the past.

In addition to my Rafe Cameron fics, I have also featured Topper Thorton as a character in a smut. I have one Coriolanus Snow fic that features Sejanus Plinth, and I am planning on having Sej come back in future Coriolanus fics.

Requests

Requests are allowed and encouraged but I can give no guarantee that I will get around to writing all of them. I currently have over 100 messages in my inbox, so if I don't end up taking your request, it's nothing personal, I just have a lot of them :)

Here is a list of what I will not write about

Recs!!!!!

I reblog many fics written by other authors onto this blog but here are just a couple of my favorite authors on tumblr that I have to rec

@cherienymphe

@rvfecamerons

@perlelune

@blueicequeen19

@quin-ns

@proactivetypaperson

@spideyhexx

#about me #sophie's world #navigation #dark fanfiction #dark smut #rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow #rafe cameron x reader #coriolanus snow x reader

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gxhaode · 11 months

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Anonymously Famous

pairing: choi yeonjun x female reader

genre: comedy, fluff, non idol!au, college!au, slight angst

synopsis: In the ordinary life of an 18-year-old, where school days were dull and repetitive, a remarkable secret was hidden. Unlike your peers, you possessed a unique gift—a mesmerizing voice that enchanted millions as a famous singer-songwriter. Despite the adoration and fame, you remained anonymous, with no one knowing your true face or name. This added complexity to your already challenging double life.

While navigating the demands of fame and concealing your true self, a twist of fate revealed that your crush was a devoted fan of your music. The discovery thrilled and frightened you, as you grappled with the dilemma of how to explore this connection without exposing your secret.

As you wrestled with conflicting emotions, seeking solace in the unwavering support of your quirky and devoted friends, the boundaries of your two worlds began to blur. The challenges of managing your public image and guarding your true self grew ever more daunting, even as the allure of a genuine connection with your crush beckoned. Every interaction became fraught with the weight of secrets, as you tiptoed the fine line between preserving your carefully constructed identity and indulging the sparks of romance that danced between you.

Featuring: txt, enhypen, aespa

warnings: kys jokes, swearing

Schedule: Monday-Wednesday

Taglist: OPEN

Socials:

⋆｡°✩| y/ns managers, yeonjun’s kids

Chapters:

1#★-snort flour

2#☆-violating a cola can

3#★-taehyun im scared

4#☆-YOUVE ANGERED IT

5#★-zimzalabim TF OUTTA HERE

6#☆-hes jake sized

7#★-kys.

8#☆-bad indigestion?

9#★-tired yeonjun=hinged yeonjun

10#☆-Space Mountain

11#★-SOOBIN QUESTION TIME

12#☆-soobout

13#★-denial is a river in egypt

14#☆-*twirls hair* and then what aha

15#★-bitch try me

16#☆-resting bitch face (Written)

17#★-smooshin booties

18#☆-declog urself girl

19#★-deal(Written)

20#☆-extra long baguette

21#★- Taehyuns glitching

22#☆-Sunghoon’s inner manager has been unleashed

23#★-I CHOOSE PAVEMENT

24#☆-🤨🦶🏻🖕🏻

25#★-im too sober for this shit

26#☆-JYP PAPI?

27#★Life360

28#☆WHO IS THAT AT ATTRACTIVE FUCKER

tba

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#txt au #txt reactions #txt smau #yeonjun au #yeonjun smau #enhypen #aespa #enhypen smau #aespa smau #yeonjun reactions #kpop smau #kpop bg #kpop fanfic #kpop reactions #kpop au

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stevenose · 6 months

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𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 (18+)

kinktober: powers!steve edition

summary: the charming man you met at the bar isn’t quite what he seems.

contains: reader with a vagina and breasts; steve with powers; pain and pleasure play; nipple play; overstimulation; mind break/dumbification; softly dominant steve; oral (steve receiving); piv; condescension; praise

word count: 4.1k

a/n: feedback as always is appreciated <3 muah

You’ve been staring at the stranger’s hands all night. Watching as they wrap around his whiskey glass, as his fingers trace the rim, as they grip at your thighs later on. There’s something about them. You’re acutely aware of this when he touches you - an indescribable warmth stretches over the expanse of your leg. You relax, almost glowing where his skin meets yours. It feels good, right, and when he asks you if you’d hop in a cab with him to his two story apartment in the Upper East Side, you say yes. You’re dumb and compliant as you follow him - Steve - out into the night with his hand squeezing yours. That tingling heat travels up your arm and makes you relax more. He hails a taxi, smiling down at you with straight, white teeth, brunette hair bobbing over his eyebrows.

You feel bad for the driver. Steve’s lips are on yours before he even tells him his address. He mumbles it out and fists through his pockets for two twenty dollar bills, throwing them at the front seat before hips lips collide with yours again. You didn’t have time to snap your seatbelt into place. You twist, hitching a leg up over his while he holds you in his arms. It’s romantic. Especially the way he kisses you, deep and purposeful. His perfect nose smashes against yours while you both breathe into each other’s mouths.

And his hands - he leaves a trail of pleasure up and down your skin. Your legs, your arms, your back are all sizzling with it. The ache between your legs is hard to ignore, but he never quite touches you there during this short car ride. When the cab driver honks the horn to snap you out of it, alerting you to your arrival at Steve’s, he throws him another twenty before dragging you back out into the night.

The air is cold and it snaps you out of your pleasured haze immediately. You follow him quietly as he bounds up the stone steps of his apartment. You knew he was rich with the gold watch he wore on his slim wrist, the cologne on his neck - but his apartment adorns stained glass and elegant cornice on the exterior. You slide your hand down his back as he fumbles with his key. His navy button down is surely made of fine silk. It hugs his biceps as they flex, then ease as he pushes the large chestnut door open.

You’re gently pushed up against it once it’s shut. Steve’s hands explore your torso, tugging up your shirt. You moan. Those hands - you’ve never felt something like this before, and you’re not a stranger to one-night-stands. Steve is different. Magic may be a better word to use. His hands are riddled with it as his calloused palms stroke your sides. He’s slow to move them up towards your bra, and you find yourself whimpering, “Please?”

He smiles and presses his lips against yours as he lets his thumbs caress the underside of your bra. “Good manners,” he mumbles into your mouth. He tastes like whiskey and cigarettes. “So good for me already.”

You’d do nearly anything he asks. Maybe even entirely anything he asks. You arch your back and bite his bottom lip in an attempt to entice him, which seems to work. His hands grope your tits, cupping them, and at first you feel the same warm tingle. But then, suddenly, a jolt of pleasure runs through your chest and down your spine. You gasp, pushing yourself into him while moaning, your eyes rolling back.

“Oh, did you like that?” Steve asks lowly. His lips move to the corner of your mouth, then your jawline. His hands knead you over your bra for a moment before sliding behind you to unclasp it. He doesn’t take it off, but rather tucks his hands underneath it. Skin on skin, your jaw goes slack with his lips sucking gently at your neck. “Knew you’d make such pretty sounds.”

When his thumbs roll over your perked nipples, that same shockwave hits you. Your thighs clench shut, ecstasy shooting through your torso and settling heavy on your clit. “Ah!” you cry, fisting his hair as he sucks on your sweet spot, thumbs still keeping busy. “Mmph, fuck - wh- what are you d-doing?”

You feel Steve smile against your neck. He bites gently on your pulse point before pulling back to look at you. “Can you keep a secret?”

Brows furrowed, but head dizzy with pleasure, you nod.

“You have to promise,” he sings, “or I can take your pleasure away just… like… this.”

A sudden painful shock replaces whatever indulgence his hands were just giving you. You cry out, tears pricking at your waterline, but just as quick he soothes you. The gentle sensation you’re used to returns, body relaxing against his.

“O-okay,” you groan. “Promise.”

Steve chuckles, takes your chin in his hand and pulls your face up to look you in the eyes. He’s gentle, brown irises filled with adoration you’ve never seen before. “Do you trust me?”

You really don’t have much of a reason to, but you nod. You’re comfortable with him. He’d made you laugh all night, showing himself to be a charming and suave and yet very dorky young bachelor. And, anyway, you’re fairly certain you could beat him up if it came to that.

“Sure,” you say breathlessly.

Steve leans forward for a gentle kiss before pulling away. “Come with me.”

“Are you going to tell me?” you ask, taking his hand once again and letting him lead you to a large, but relatively empty, bedroom. His striped bedspread is endearing.

His brows shift. “Tell you what?”

“Your secret,” you whisper loudly, bending down to remove your shoes. “How did you do that?”

“Oh,” he smiles. He grabs a pillow from his bed and returns to you with it, placing it on the floor. “Mind getting on your knees for me first?”

Heat courses through you as you do as you’re told. Below him, you feel small, especially as he rolls up his sleeves, showing his strong forearms. You’re still hyper-fixated on his hands, though, as he lets them rest on his belt. You lick your lips and press your thighs together. Noticing, Steve bends down and presses his fingers against your lips. Obediently, you part your mouth slightly to let three of them slip inside. You suck on them, your tongue feeling a little buzzed as you do.

“I’m sure you understand now that I’m not exactly normal,” he says softly, eyes searching yours. “I can use my hands to make you feel two things. Immense pleasure, or immense pain.”

You can’t ask any questions with your mouth full, and you feel confident he wouldn’t answer any, anyway. You stare at him with half-hooded eyes, a deep, soft fog settling in your brain.

“So you can leave, and I’ll never talk to you again. I’ll even pay for your cab home.” He seems a little sidetracked by your fingers, watching your lips for a long moment before continuing. “Or you can stay, be good for me, and let me fuck you brainless.”

Your breath hitches and stomach flips.

“Totally up to you,” he adds. “I won’t be upset. But I think you want to stay.”

You do. Desperately. You might lose your mind if he kicks you out. You’re sure you could get addicted to him - you may already be. You nod slowly, tongue dipping between his fingers.

“Yeah? Can you say it, baby?” He withdraws his fingers and looks at you expectantly.

“I want to be good for you.”

He smiles handsomely. “Okay, pretty thing. But you’d better be really good, okay? You know I can take it away from you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Then be good.” He straightens, moving his hands towards the buckle of his belt. “You okay with this? I usually like being on top, if that’s okay with you.”

“I can take you,” you promise. “I’ll let you know when I’m not okay.”

He extends a hand, pinky outstretched. “Promise?”

You smile and cross your pinky with his. “Promise, handsome.”

He’s sidetracked by your smile, again, before finally snapping out of it and straightening. “You’re real goddamn good at sucking, sweetheart. Wanna taste somethin’ sweet?”

Your eyes almost cross as you watch him unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down just enough to fish his cock out of his briefs. You weren’t entirely expecting him to have superpowers and a huge cock, but the man is certainly an enigma. His dick is pretty, pale and long, curving up towards his stomach. Precum glistens at the tip. You watch with wide-eyed fascination as it twitches and hardens fully.

Steve wraps his fist around it and whistles low as he stares down at you. “Been thinking of this since you told me your name,” he groans, jerking himself off slowly. “Wanted to see how much you could take. How much of a good pleasure whore you could be for me.”

You plead with your eyes, pouting a little, wanting permission to taste him.

“Y’wanted this too, huh?” His pretty caramel eyes are half closed. “Came to the bar looking for a nice man to fuck you? You got real lucky, huh?”

“Really lucky,” you breathe. You watch his precum slide down his shaft and disappear behind his fist.

“Take off your shirt,” he commands softly.

You’re too preoccupied with staring at the veins on his cock and forearms to hear him. He sighs above you and reaches his free hand out to place it on the top of your head. You don’t have time to react - a searing pain, much like a migraine, floods through your skull for a split second. Just as quick, the pain is relieved and replaced with warmth. Your head falls back before he brings it forward. His pink lips frown down at you.

“What did I say?”

You blink up at him, nuzzling your head against his palm. “I’m sorry.”

“You get too distracted?”

You nod slowly.

“Eyes on me then,” he says softly, tilting your head up to look at him. “Take off your clothes for me.”

You nod again, quickly reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head. Your unclasped bra falls to your thighs, and you swat it out of the way. You shimmy your skirt off of your hips and awkwardly move to toss it aside from you. All the while, Steve jerks himself off. You wonder if he can make himself feel the same pleasure he gives you. Judging by the amount of precum pooling at his tip, you’d imagine he can. Your thumbs tuck into the waistband of your underwear, but Steve shakes his head.

“Keep those on,” he encourages. “I want to take them off, see how soaked you’ve made ‘em.”

You almost moan. You smell your own arousal even with your legs shut tight.

“Can you pinch those pretty nipples for me?” Steve asks, voice husky.

Your hands move to them immediately. They’re still sensitive from the pleasure he gave you before. Your face twists, brows knitting together and lips parting.

“Look how pretty,” he coos. Looking behind him, he sits on the edge of his bed. His fist engulfs his swollen cock, but you force yourself not to look at it. Instead, you look up at his velvety eyes, his heavy lids, while you play with yourself. “C’mere.”

You crawl forward a bit, abandoning the pillow. You rest between his thighs, lips and nose nearly touching his shaft. Still, you look upwards. He smiles down at you, removing his hand from his cock. “Go on, look at it.”

You’re obsessed. Thick, long, wet. Your mouth waters and you swallow hard.

“Taste it,” he says, wrapping a hand through your hair and gently pulling you forward.

Steve moans softly when your wet tongue caresses his length. You lick up the salt of his precum, eyes crossing. You’re focused on his tip, how pink it is, how it drools for you. You massage your tongue up to it and look up at him through your lashes. When your tongue dips into his slit, he lets his head fall back. Seemingly unable to give verbal encouragement, he rests his hand on your head again.

You’re devastated with pleasure. Your mind doesn’t exist anymore. The only things that do are Steve, his cock, and your cunt. The pleasure is almost orgasmic, even without it traveling down to your clit. Your brain feels like it’s cumming. It’s indescribable, and you drool on his length.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he praises, his head moving forward to look at you again. “Oh, baby, please suck it.”

Suck. You wrap your lips around the fat tip of his dick and hollow your cheeks, drool sliding past your lips and down towards his balls. Steve gasps, tightening his hand in your hair and gently pushing you down. “Hot little mouth,” he groans. “Look at me.”

Your eyes roll upwards again. Your tongue swirls while his chest heaves. A thick drop of precum lands on your tongue and makes you moan, clit throbbing. Your head bobs downwards, taking more of him inside. Hollowed cheeks and spit-slick chin makes Steve whimper, but he’s still assertive when one of his hands moves down to pinch your nipple. You squeal, the pleasure extended from your skull to your tits.

“Need to feel you do that on my cock,” he groans, tugging hard on your nipple before letting go. “Wanna fuck your throat, shit….”

But he doesn’t. He’s patient as he gives you the time to accommodate his shaft. All the while, he fucks with your head and your tits, your cunt drooling. Your hands move up to grip his thighs for support, to anchor you back to real life. He spreads them farther apart to give you more room. The hand on your head moves away and down to tug and twist your other nipple. Both tits played with, your arousal is insurmountable. All the while, Steve stares down at you with dark eyes and a crinkle between his thick brows.

“Yeah, baby,” he pants, “doin’ so good. My cock fucking your brains out?”

You moan and nod, drool falling down your neck. Steve swipes it with his thumb before bringing it down to your nipples. He pulls on your tits to get you closer to the base of his shaft. His powers relax your throat, too, and he glides down easily. Not without a bit of gagging on your end, which makes Steve growl and buck his hips. He keeps his dick down your spasming throat for a few long seconds before finally pulling your head up.

“Know what I love?” he asks. He knows you don’t have the brainpower to answer. “Let me show you.”

He gently pushes your head down on his cock again and slides into your throat. Panting, a hand wraps around your neck. He gasps and groans loudly, pleasuring his own cock through your skin, back arching to sheathe his cock fully inside of you. Your eyes roll back, as does his, and he jerks himself off through your throat for a long while before letting you off of him to gasp for air.

“Up, on my lap,” he commands, tugging you onto your feet and pulling you quickly onto his thighs. His cock pokes against your slit through your underwear, but he doesn’t fuck you. Not yet.

Instead, Steve’s lips find your neck and he wraps his arms around your waist to keep you flush against him. Still stunned from his hands, you can only be a moaning, drooling mess atop of him. He doesn’t mind, though. If anything, it gets him harder. He sucks a dark hickey into your throat and lets his hands wander the expanse of your ass.

“These tits,” he moans, ducking his head down to look at them. “Bet they taste so sweet…”

You cry when his warm lips wrap around a nipple. He uses his teeth, biting a little. Where you’d usually feel pain, you feel pleasure, especially as he sucks on them lavishly. Your digits wrap themselves up in his brunette locks and tug, hard.

“Fuck,” he growls, hips bucking upwards to rub his cock against your underwear. “Feels good, huh? You fuckin’ obsessed with me?”

“Yes!” you moan, rocking your hips down onto him. “More, please, please touch me!”

He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses across your chest to your other breast. “I am touching you,” he smiles, before his lips wrap around your nipple.

“Ah! Mmmph… oh… f-fuck….!”

His hand swats your ass, the usual pain increasing two-fold. You cry, keening.

“You’re making such a mess,” he mumbles. “Cry a little harder for me.”

Smack!

You wail, squirming in his lap. He soothes the pain again with his palm spread wide against the flesh of your ass.

“C-can you…?” you pant. “M…make my pussy f-feel good?”

“You mean this greedy cunt?” he asks, the hand on your ass trailing down lower. He actually gasps when he feels your underwear and looks up, grinning devilishly. “Oh, this crying, greedy cunt?”

You nod, mouth agape. That little tingling his hands give feels incredible, but it’s not enough. Not after you know what you could have.

“Guess I should open you up, huh?” he says, eyes trained on your face. “Unless you like the pain of being stretched out?”

You shake your head. “Please, Steve, your fingers.” You moan at the thought - the pleasure they could give you, how many he could stuff inside of you. How he could make you gape before taking you with his cock. You’re so desperate for it you get tearful. “Fuck, baby, please?”

Spurred on by the pet name, he lets his fingers move under the patch of underwear. “Honey,” he laughs. “Think your brain melted out of your pussy.”

“It did,” you moan, trying to grind on his fingers. “Gotta fuck it back into me.”

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, and with no warning slides two fingers inside of you.

“Shit!” you wail, thrashing. You need to get more of the feeling and at the same time much less of it. You’re conflicted, overstimulated by the brain breaking pleasure. All the while, your clit throbs painfully, more than desperate for attention. “Steve, I need I need I need -“

Now you can’t speak. The pads of his fingers rub against your g-spot and the white hot pleasure of it had you really, truly dumb. You couldn’t recite your name for your life. You cum swiftly, while Steve shushes you, watching your face twist and contort. He keeps going, prolonging your climax until a rush of liquid sprays out of you and onto his expensive watch.

“Fuck yeah,” he grits out. “Yes, baby, squirt on my hand, make a mess of me - there you go!”

A third finger slips in and his assault on your pleasure point stops. You slump over, resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“So good for me, angel,” he praises, scissoring his fingers gently. “Talk to me, honey, you okay? Need a breather?”

Your poor clit. It aches, twitches, begs for attention. You weakly reach down to push his fingers out of you. He recoils fast, breath catching in his throat, terrified that he’s hurt you. But you grab his wrist and force his fingers to your nub, moaning long and fucked out when he touches it.

“H-Here?” he chokes out.

“Hurts,” you mumble. “Make it feel better.”

Steve’s cock throbs. “Can I feel you?” he asks gently, helping you move your head to see him. “You okay if I do? Wanna feel this slick pussy on my cock, baby. You’re so fucking good and pretty. Gonna make you feel so good.”

Your head falls forward so you can kiss him. It’s not much - you’re weak, ditzy. Steve takes the lead, kissing you slow and deep, just as romantically as before. His hands cup your cheeks to keep your head steady, and he brushes the tip of his nose against yours. “Want a break, peach? Or are you ready?”

You grind your pudgy clit against his hand with a soft moan and nod. “Ready.”

“You’re incredible,” he coos, one hand moving to your lower back to keep you upright as the other pushes your underwear to the side. “Can you line me up, angel?”

Your hand moves to his velvety soft shaft and you press the head of his cock against your opening. “Good, baby,” he says sweetly. “Want you to take a deep breath in for me, okay?”

Your eyes fall shut as you inhale, and Steve counts. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

“Ah!”

He enters you slowly, but his cock punches the air straight out of your lungs. The head of his dick pops inside of you and Steve rubs your back, the warmth helping you relax.

“Good angel,” he praises. “I’ll stop, give you a break.”

The idea of a break enrages you. Your cunt and clit need him. You gather your strength and slide down his shaft, knocking the air out of his lungs. His hands fly to your hips, gripping them hard, but they still give you respite. “Baby, baby, baby,” he chants, half-warning and half praise.

You push him down, his back hitting the bed. He looks up at you wide eyed and scandalized. But if he won’t give you the pleasure he’s made you addicted to, you’ll take it. You plant your hands on his chest, still covered in that navy silk, and sit yourself on his dick. His mouth twists slowly into an O, pretty chocolate eyes pleading with you.

“Touch my clit,” you rasp. “‘m not moving til you do.”

“Holy shit,” he whispers, pausing for his head to catch up with your command. He quickly moves his fingers, two of them caressing the swollen button. You gasp and keen, but try to keep your head on tight this time. Your hips lift slowly, walls closing back in on themselves, until you sit down again. The stretch is unreal - so is the feeling of him playing with your clit. You gasp and moan, shivering.

“Didn’t expect that,” Steve says hoarsely, trying to joke.

“Didn't I tell you?” you pant, moving faster up and down his length. “I h-hate teasing.”

“Wasn’t teasing.” The pleasure on your clit suddenly increases tenfold, forcing a high-pitched moan out of you. Steve takes advantage of your falter, and bucks his hips up, burying himself inside of you. “Just didn’t wanna break that pretty brain.”

You try so hard to stay afloat. Your shaking hands move to the middle of his shirt. You grip above the first button before pulling it apart harshly, buttons popping off and flying to the side. Steve seems shocked at first, but then his face hardens, and suddenly you're thrown up the bed and onto your stomach.

“Could’ve asked,” he scolds, ripping the remains of his shirt off and tugging his pants down. “You really want fucked though, huh? If you want me to break that brain and this pussy, I’m more than happy to.” He presses himself against you, pushing you into the mattress and knocking air out of you. “Come on, tell me. Tell me you want to be my toy.”

“You’d keep me?” you smile.

“Pretty thing like you? ‘Course I would.” A hand wraps around your waist and settles at your clit again. “Tell me or I can’t do this.”

Do what? “Do what you brought me here for.”

You didn’t expect that the pleasure he’s been giving you could increase. In fact, it’s hard to conceptualize, until it happens. A single finger rests on your clit and you go slack, eyes rolling painfully backwards, cunt clenching, thighs shaking. It’s otherworldly. Indescribable. Not that you could talk, anyway. You drool on his pillow and he lines his cock up with your hole before thrusting in. You gasp wetly. His cock - it’s like his hands, now. Like it’s vibrating and flooding you with warmth and somehow making mind-numbing pleasure course through your veins.

“This?” he grunts. His cock pistons in and out of you. His weight on top of you feels good, too good, and if you could even think you’d hypothesize that every inch of his skin can bring you rapture. He’s hot, forcing air out of you, surrounding you and owning you in every single sense.

You moan gibberish. You don’t care. You can’t. Steve chuckles in your ear, lips tickling the shell. An orgasm hits you so hard and fast that you hardly know it’s happening, the only signs being your body trembling and raw throat crying out.

“That’s right, milk my cock. It’s yours now.”

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formulaa-1 · 1 year

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heyy could we have a female x Lewis Hamilton Instagram please <3

here you go!🤍..,let’s pretend carmens y/n lmao for the first pic ,it was so hard tryna find off guard pics like that

Instagram au🫂 L.H

female!reader x Lewis Hamilton

just y/n and Lewis being the perfect couple 🫶🏻

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Special Guest (e.o)

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LizziexFem Reader

GirlxGirl

Legal age gap Lizzie is her normal age y/n is just say 22-23 This has bully reference incase anyone is effected.

This is over 2.5k words I apologise if it makes no sense I was just typing and typing lmao and I'm hungover so you can't hold it against me if it sucks😂

Y/ns POV:

"OK class we have a special guest arriving after lunch to help with bullying in schools so best behaviour" I hear the teacher yell I slouch and avoid eye contact with anyone I've been dealing with a few bullies recently mostly shoving and saying mean things I just don't understand why I let out a sigh keeping myself to myself as I feel a piece of paper hit my head I look down and open it "just drop out already no-one wants you here" don't let them get to you y/n I put my head down and pull my sleeves over my hands after 30 minutes the teacher leaves oh god please come back I can't help but think, it's the only time they don't bother me as much is when the teacher is here "y/n your such a freak leave just drop out" Sarah the popular girl says as she shoves my shoulder while her 3 friends surround me "can we not do this today why are you acting like a child just leave me alone please I don't bother you guys I keep to myself I've never said anything mean to you" I whisper as they laugh "you being here is bother me it's bothering us" she smirks I sniff and lower myself in my seat as the teacher and special speaker walk in but I don't realise neither do the popular girls "go back home freak go back to home schooling" she goes to lift her hand to hit me as we hear the teacher yelling "Sarah, Gail, Sophie, Danni" we all freeze I wait for my name to be shouted but it doesn't come "what do you 4 think your doing!! My office after class what did I say bulling is not tolerated here' I feel a tear leave my eye as I look up as I freeze instantly, is that Elizabeth fucking Olsen my mouth falls open in shock as I can't help but stare at her she's looking back at me with a concerned look.

Lizzies POV:

"No thank you for having me professor I'm looking forward to meeting the students and make them listen to me rant about the effects of bullying its a topic close to my heart" I say as we stand outside thedoor "are you ready miss olsen" she says with a smile as I nod and we walk in I take a second to look about and notice a crowd of girls I don't really pay attention until the professor starts yelling names I thought they where just messing about because the teacher was gone but this looks more serious I study the situation and see a young girl who quiet frankly looks scared I keep staring at her trying to work out if she's OK when she meets my eyes her eyes go wide and mouth falls open making me giggle a little I smile and wave at her making her shy away and give a slight wave back throughout my speech I keep making eye contact with the young woman who was being harassed by the group of girls she's drop dead gorgeous I can't help but steal glances once I'm done I walk over to the professor "hey the young woman that was being harassed by the girls can you ask her to stay behind so I can chat to her please" I whisper into the teachers ear as she smiles and nods "ok of course miss olsen ill tell her to stay behind while I go deal with the other girls" I smile as she walks away towards the young woman and watch her look at her with sympathy as she kneels to speech to her I sit against the desk my eyes never leaving her I have this urge to protect her and I don't even know her I've never spoke to her but something in me is screaming protect her.

Y/ns POV:

I can't wait to get home and climb into bed and shut the world off I hate this place I start to gather my books as I go to put them in my bag I'm stopped by the professor kneeling infront of me with a look of sympathy "y/n I'm so sorry for the way they acted that should never have happened ill make sure they don't do it again and they receive some form of punishment, I'm going to go deal with them now but miss olsen would like a word with you so could you stay behind please" she says in a quiet tone I look at her confused "oh uh yeah sure of course" she smiles and stands up and leaves the classroom I look down and see Elizabeth leaning against the desk I'm still shook she's here but now she wants to speak to me what is happening I get up and walk down towards her as she beams me bright smile reaching her hand out "hey I'm Elizabeth but you can call me lizzie, what's your name" I look down and pull my jumper over my hands nervously as I avoid her eye contact "I'm y/n its a pleasure to meet you lizzie I'm a big fan" she holds onto my hand longer than needed and I know she's still staring I can feel her eyes on me "its amazing to meet you y/n so what happened today you don't have to say if you don't want to but I want to help" I rub the back of my neck as I sniff "they just pick on me sometimes because I've never been to a real school I was always home schooled till last year when I wanted to come to college" she steps closer and puts her hands on my shoulders rubbing gently "give me your phone I'm putting alot of trust into you right now" she says as I look at her confused handing my phone she gives it back a minute later "i gave you my number I want you to text me or call me later I'm trusting you to keep this number to yourself" I nod and look at her "I won't give it to anyone I promise" I say with a whisper "ok well ill look forward to it y/n" I say goodbye and walk out to my car completely confused as to what just happened I look at her contact name and smile a little when I see a heart next to her name I decide to text so she has my number

Me: Hey its y/n I just thought I'd text so you have my number thank you for taking a little time to chat to me it made me feel a little better so thank you Elizabeth.

I put my phone down and drive home the drive home is a quick one after 10 minutes I pull up to my apartment and notice a message I unlock my phone and smile at her name on the screen why am I smiling she's just a nice person who doesn't want to see someone being brought down by others

Lizzie♥️: Omg hey y/n I'm so glad you text I wasn't sure if you would or not I hope your OK and I'm always here to talk hope you got home safe

I think for a second before replying

Me: I got home safe thank you I hope you get home safely I honestly wasn't sure about texting I don't wanna be a burden to you..but I appreciate you lizzie thank you

Lizzie♥️: Don't be silly your not a burden text me your address we're going a long walk so we can chat about anything your comfortable with, see you soon 😉

I look at my phone smiling like an idiot and text her my address.

2 weeks later

'I'm almost there put the popcorn out please' I laugh and shake my head "ok ok see you In a minute " I hang up lizzie has been almost glued to me for the last 2 weeks I've told her alot that's bothered me she's been amazing I don't even know why she wants to spend time with me but I swear my crush on her has doubled I'm snapped put of my thoughts with her bursting through the door "hey sexy lady" she says as she throws herself on the couch grabbing the remote control picking a movie as I walk over with popcorn "umm excuse me miss but do you think this is your house" I say with faked sass "actually yes" she says with the most adorable smile I throw a bit of popcorn at her as laugh as I sit beside her and she moves closer to cuddle up to me "please don't pick a horror lizzie you know I can't watch them ill spend the full time with my face hidden on you and you'll have to stay the night there's no way I'm staying alone if you pick a horror" I say with a pout she wiggles her eyebrows "to late honeypie" I groan as she plays the movie.

Almost half way through the movie I'm practically wrapped around her with my head hiding in her neck as she gently tickels my back I'm not sure if she's aware she's doing it but her hand slide up my t-shirt 20 minutes ago and It feels nice and comforting so I'm not going to tell her to stop "is it done yet" I whisper against her neck as she continues to run her fingers up and down my back "almost babe should be done in 5 minutes or so" I nod and sure enough five minutes later she turns family guy on "there all done"I stay where I am enjoying our bodies pressed together and my face against her neck "ok" I whisper not making an attempt at moving she laughs and rests her hand half way up my back "you can get up now the movie is done" her hands drop my waist almost on my ass "don't want to I'm comfortable" I smile against her neck as she laughs "I have no problem with this position y/n so stay like that as long as you want" I move my lower body and stop as my eyes go wide as I realise I practically grinded on her and her sharp breath in tells me she had the same realisation I go to move off but she holds me in place making my pull away to look at her "you have no idea how hard it is for me to be around you and keep my cool I wanna do everything and be everything for you I look forward to things like this because we get so close .." I cut her off mid sentence smashing my lips against hers once air becomes an issue I sit up looking into her eyes biting my lip "I feel the same lizzie" I say as I lean my head against her head 'take me to bed please " I say biting my lip as i move to kiss her neck surprised when I hear her moaning before I know it she's gripping my ass walking to the bedroom as I such and bite on her neck making sure I leave marks she throws me onto the bed falling on top of me as she kisses my neck "clothes you're wearing to many"

I say moaning earning a groan from the blonde under me she stands up and starts to shred her clothes I follow her lead till we're both butt naked staring at one another I can't help but feel my arousal pool at the sight of her I finally look at her eyes and notice them dark with lust I lean back and smirk feeling a little confident "make me yours" she falls to her knees and pushes my legs open instantly moaning at the sight of my dripping cunt I lean my head back and moan as she attacks my clit with no mercy she's sucking like I'm her last meal I can't help but let out loud moans the thought I have this affect on her turning me on more "yes yes fuck me yes lizzie right there!!!!" I scream as she adds 2 fingers inside my tight cunt thrusting as she sucks my clit Igrip the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white I go to moan as she curls her fingers at the right spot hitting my gspot my mouth falls open as a silent scream leaves my body I feel the sensation run through my body I didn't mean to cum so fast "you could have warned me you where a squirter" she says with a giggle as she sits ontop of me biting her lip I look up breathing heavy my chest rising and falling fast "I.. I'm.. not..I never knew...I was" I pant out with a huge smile she leans down and kisses me passionately after a few seconds she opens my legs and positions her cunt onto mine making me look at her and moan "oh honey you didn't think I was done with you did you? I wanna hear more of those pretty sounds you make for me" She says with a smirk as my eyes roll she starts to grind her hips making our clits rub together perfectly both of us moaning 'fa...faster baby" I whimper as my nails scratch her thigh as she fucks me harder and faster she keeps her pace up for a few minutes before they become sloppy "so close baby....babygirl" she moans gripping onto my hand "me to...mommy please cum for me" I scream my words not even registering as she picks up her speed both of us screaming and panting sweat dripping from our bodies "right there right there right there" she screams as she cums all over my pussy sending my second orgasm crashing over me "yes yes fu....ck oh f..fu..ck" I pant as she collapses ontop of me both of us not moving for a few minutes until we regain our breath "that was amazing baby" she says rolling off me rubbing my cheek making me blush "yeah it was you're perfect lizzie" I say blushing like a fool we climb into bed and cuddle both our naked body's pressed against eachother she kisses my head as she whispers "goodnight beautiful " I whisper goodnight and fall asleep in her arms.

AN: this is long and might not make sense I'm super tired and hungover I had an amazing night last night the wedding was beautiful it was such a long day but so worth it, apologies for this chapter haha but I will start posting again and making them some what decent haha I hope you enjoy this feedback welcome and honestly comments would help distract from this hangover feeling � (its been just over a year since i wrote this originally!! my friends have been married over a year thats crazy!)

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