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I’ve Got My Red Dress on Tonight | (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)
Part 5 of Meet Me in the Back
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pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: When your Valentine's Day date doesn't show, you decide there's one person who would be happy to see you. warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (no specifics), drug use (marijuana), daddy!kink, fingering (vaginal and....anal!!!), v brief foot fetish, squirting, praise!kink and degradation!kink (use of slut/whore), unprotected PIV, creampie, some ~touching in public, smoking, taking pictures mid-coitus, really nasty gross fluff i'm sorry about it. lemme know if i forgot something i gotta go fast i wanna post word count: ~7.8k jesus christ | ao3a/n: much thanks for the anon who suggested a V Day fic for these two <3 Thank you to my love Iris @papipascalispunk for making sure my commas and em-dashes are where they're supposed to be. ALSO. Chloe, resident sleazy!joel expert, wrote a little drabble inspired by Joel in this fic!! Please check it out after you've read this chapter! The Sighting by ChloeAngelic <3 Divider by @saradika-graphics ❤️ Taglist Update: I have decided to decommission my taglist in favor of an updates blog! Please follow @atticrissfinchupdates and opt in for notifications to get notified when I post a new fic! Series Masterlist | Masterlist | Kofi
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The dress feels ungodly tight, but you had figured it would be worth it. 
It wasn’t. 
In fact, the dress hasn’t seen anything but the inside of your apartment. 
Your hair was done just the way you love it, you pulled out all the stops with your makeup, and you had squeezed yourself into this glittery, red mini dress that makes your tits look stunning, which you bought just for this night. 
You’d been out with Brent twice before, and even though you’d thought it was a little early in your “relationship” for a Valentine’s Day dinner, when he asked to “make it a special night” for you, you agreed. The last thing you wanted was to be alone on this godforsaken holiday. 
Well, at least he’d had the courtesy to give you twenty minutes' notice that he was bailing on you instead of just leaving you waiting on your couch wondering if he would come at all. 
Now you’re just waiting on your couch, wondering what the fuck to do. 
You open your messages on your phone and swipe away from your broken plans. The next thread under it is Joel’s. 
Joel: i swear 2 god i saw one tho
You: you did not see a UFO, Joel 
Joel: yes i did!!! it was way the hell up there flashin its lights!!! saw it clear as day!!!
You: that was most definitely just a normal plane, old man. Turn off Ancient Aliens once in a while. 
Joel: ur gonna be real sorry wen im FAMOUSS for findin the first REAL aliens 👽 🛸 
You: I’m sure I will be
Joel: u can make it up 2 me by flashin me them headlights of urs again 😈
Joel: honk honk 😈
You: Bye 🙄 😒
Joel: 👅
A smile tugs at your lips as you read through the conversation from earlier this evening. You hadn’t told him about the date. Or dates, rather. If this one had gone well, you might have. If things wound up back at your place and actually moved a step toward something. 
You deflate against the back of your couch. Because there’s nothing now. Just you, your suffocating dress, and your stupid heels. The vicious claws of insecurity start to scrape at the back of your neck. 
Brent didn’t want you. You weren’t good enough. You’re not good enough for anyone.
Tears prick at your eyes and you dab them with the side of your finger to keep your mascara intact, following it up with some deep breaths and your head tipping back between your shoulders, forcing the tears back into your skull.  
That’s not true, you recite to yourself. You know there’s always someone who’s happy to see you. 
Another deep breath. 
Someone who would be dead on his feet seeing you dressed like this. 
On your next breath you’re already shimmying out of your panties and checking the mirror to make sure no one is getting a free show who doesn’t deserve it. 
You scurry as quickly as you can to your car, shivering so fiercely it feels like your goddamn pussy has goosebumps from being exposed like this. You weather through it, chanting in your head some quote you heard about how hoes never get cold. 
When you get to the gas station, you scamper from your car into the store, shuddering when the heat hits you once you open the door. You tug your dress down and glance around, not immediately seeing Joel anywhere. He’s not at his usual spot, parked behind the counter. You venture further into the shop, peering down the aisle. 
“Evening,” someone says just behind you, and you jump, whirling around. 
It’s not Joel. It’s some other schmuck with a scraggly, graying ginger beard and a crooked, lumpy nose. His smile is friendly enough, but it lacks that trademark sleaziness that typically oozes from the person you’re accustomed to seeing man the store. His name tag reads Walter. 
“Evening,” you squeak out, cringing and clearing your throat when your voice spills out much higher pitched than you expected. You tug on your dress again. 
“Help you with anything?” he asks, and you’re relieved to find his gaze holding steady on yours, not drifting elsewhere despite the swathes of skin on display in your chosen outfit.
Joel wouldn’t even be able to begin to know where to fucking look, your mind provides, and you find yourself trying to come to terms with the apparent fact that… Joel isn’t here. 
He isn’t here – on Valentine’s Day. 
“I’m, um…I’m actually looking for Joel?”
Walter’s eyebrows shoot up, then fall into a furrow. “He been hiring on the clock again? Goddamn it, I told him not to fucking do that anymore,” he mutters, shaking his head down at the floor before looking back up at you. “Miss, I’m real sorry, I know you’re doing honest work and all, but I can’t have that shit here.”
It takes a moment for you to fully register what he’s saying, but when you do, your eyes go wide. “Oh, sir, I’m not— you’ve got— no, no. I’m just a friend of Joel’s.”
“I'm sure you are, Miss, but I—”
“I’m not a prostitute,” you insist under your breath, glancing around to ensure no one is in the vicinity. “I swear to god, I just had a date tonight, or I was going on a date, and then I wasn’t, and— I swear, I’m just dressed for a date. A normal date.”
You’re not sure your frantic insistence has Walter very reassured, but he just nods, a skeptical look in his eye. “Well, in any case, he’s not here. He’s got the night off.”
“Got it. Okay, thank you,” you say, wincing a little at the palpable awkwardness. You rush past him to leave, your heels clicking loudly, and apparently, whorishly, across the floor. 
“Stay safe out there, honey,” Walter calls after you. 
Your car is blessedly still harboring warmth as you clamor back inside and start the engine. You catch your breath and mull over what to do next. 
He wasn’t there. On Valentine’s Day. You feel like that can only mean one thing. Something squiggles and squirms in your belly at that thought. 
You have one more shot, and you take it, speeding off toward the outskirts, hoping you can go fast enough to drown out the weird feeling in your stomach. 
His truck is there. And it’s alone in the gravel next to his trailer. 
You see light through his weeping blinds, a warm yellow glow accompanied by periodically flickering colors that you assume is his television. A good sign, you think. 
The wind whips around your bare legs as you climb his steps carefully in your stilettos, staring up to admire the waxing gibbous moon shining absurdly bright against the speckled black sky. You lean against the dilapidated railing of his tiny porch in front of his door. The sky is never this bright where you live. It fills you with a sort of warmth. Comfort. You hear the distorted sound of voices on his television and the faint aroma of weed seeping out the frame of his door. 
You don’t hear anyone else. 
So you knock. 
You hear a nasty cough from the other side of the door and the volume of the TV ticking down. The door swings open and you’re hit in the face two-fold—with a wall of smoke and a wall of bare-chested man. 
Joel blinks and squints reddened eyes as he blocks the entire doorway, billows of haze attempting to escape around him to the fresh air. Then recognition glows in his eyes and his gaze drifts. Up and down. And his jaw goddamn drops. 
Your arms clasp at your back as you rock on your teetering heels. 
“Hi.”
Joel crams his eyes shut again, shaking his head like a dog like he’s trying to clear a fog over his vision. But he opens them again, and you’re still standing there, and he expels a long, narrow breath through his lips. 
“Jesus fucking Christ. This is heaven, right? Or— jesus— fuckin’…hell, in that devil of a dress,” he shakes his head again, slower, more like disbelief, and a smile pushes at your mouth. “You just showin’ up on my doorstep? Dressed like that? I must be fuckin’ dead.”
You temper your broadening grin, reining in your utter delight at receiving exactly the reaction you were craving. “So, you’re saying me, weed, and…” you crane your head to peek at his television, “And SVU is your idea of heaven?”
“Damn near fuckin’ close,” he says, a reverence about his tone as he drinks you in gratuitously. He pulls himself out of his stupor and hurriedly gestures inside. “Jesus, sweetheart, come in. Gotta be freezin’ your gorgeous tits off out there.”
His hand falls to the small of your back as he ushers you inside, the sweet tang of his evening stress relief burning stronger in your nostrils in his living room. 
Joel shuts the door behind you both and lets out a sharp whistle. “Sweet Mary Mother’a God. That fuckin’ ass,” he mutters under his breath. 
You peer your head around your shoulder to take in the sight of him, just as he does you. One hand frozen against the door, soft belly poking out over the hem of his sweatpants, dark hair sweeping over the curve of it and up his chest. And, of course, that fucking tent at his crotch, growing larger by the second. 
“Be still my fuckin’ heart – the hell are you doin’ here in that, darlin’ girl?”
Your cheeks begin to heat. 
He’s never said it like that. Darlin’ girl. It’s usually some iteration of one or the other, but never together. 
Darlin’ girl. 
You fill in a blank for yourself — unintentionally, but so fucking naturally. 
My darlin’ girl. 
Where your stomach was squirming, it now flutters. You swallow it down. Pull your mind back. You just want to feel wanted. That’s why you’re here. 
Then he’s at your back, pressing all of him against you. The softness of his torso, the scratch of his facial hair, the hardness of his cock. Planting feathery kisses along your neck with teasing bites. 
A giggle bubbles up your chest and you free up more of your neck for him to devour. “I’m here to see the stupid aliens, you dumbass.”
His lips pause on your neck. “Oh yeah?” he mumbles against your skin. 
“Yeah,” you laugh lightly, “Where’s your flying saucer? Your flashing lights?”
Joel’s hands sweep up your sides and cup your breasts through your dress, squeezing them tight in his grip. “Right fuckin’ here, baby,” he growls into the underside of your jaw, “Let me turn ‘em on for ya.”
You throw your head back with another easy laugh and you feel the shape of his smile against your cheek as he massages your covered tits. 
“Mmmm,” he hums, rocking his hips against your ass, his massive length nestling and sliding between your cheeks over your dress. “Come smoke a bowl with me. ‘N then tell me why you’re dressed like living sin in my living room.” 
“How about you just fuck me,” you sigh, tangling your fingers into Joel’s hair and holding his lips to your neck. 
“‘Cause I wanna stare at you in this dress a little while longer ‘fore I rip it to fuckin’ shreds,” he says, his words increasingly muffled by the exposed skin of your spaghetti-strapped shoulder. 
A shiver trembles down your spine and you take a steadying breath. “Okay. Then you better detach before all that shit goes out the window.”
Joel takes a deep breath and rolls his forehead over your shoulder with a moan. “Smart. You’re so goddamn smart. So goddamn pretty. Got my Peter pipin’ up a storm down there.”  
You roll your eyes and will yourself forward, toppling onto his sagging couch with him trailing along behind and groaning as he sinks into it. 
Your hands go to the straps on your heels and you begin to unfasten when you hear a definitive nuh-uh. You glance up and Joel’s eyes are fixated on your blood-red satin heels. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
“Really?”
“Really. Those naughty fuckers stay on,” he orders, and you have no choice but to let your hands fall away. 
“Okay, then.”
Joel’s tongue darts out to wet his lips briefly. “Shit. Alright. Where the fuck was I?”
Joel busies his hands – his focus – with topping off the contents in the bowl of his bong. He graciously offers it to you. 
“Light it for me?”
Joel smirks and flicks his lighter as he holds the glass contraption steady. 
Once you’ve taken a healthy puff, Joel sets the devices aside and crooks a finger under your chin, coaxing you forward. The burn curls in your throat as you hold the smoke. Joel’s nose traces a delicate line down your cheek before hovering his parted lips over your mouth and tracing his thumb over your painted red lip, smearing the color down your chin. 
“Let it out,” he mutters, his heavy, rosey stare shimmering into yours. 
The smoke cascades from between your lips into Joel’s waiting mouth where he inhales it with practiced ease, holding it for a moment before exhaling the remnants of it over your face with a lazy smile. 
“So fuckin’ sweet spillin’ outta that mouth, little Sugarplum,” he croons, continuing to futz with the color on your lips. 
You wrinkle your nose at him and laugh. “Dude, you’re so fucking high right now, my asshole would probably taste sweet.”
“It does,” Joel drawls, rolling your bottom lip down and watching it snap back up. “I got first-hand ‘xperience. Or…first…mouth…” Joel’s train of thought floats off from there as his eyes transfix on your lips. 
“Another hit, please.”
That refocuses his attention and he nods, a little sluggish. You take the reins this time, lighting the bowl yourself and savoring your pull. 
As you exhale again into the thick air of his trailer, Joel takes another, more modest puff to maintain his already achieved high. 
“Shit, I needed this,” you groan, feeling more and more boneless as you melt into his couch. “That’s good shit.”
“I don’t skimp on what’s important,” Joel mumbles, slumping over until his curly mop plops into your lap. 
You chuckle at him, stroking a hand through his hair and receiving a very pornographic moan in response when your nails scratch against his scalp. 
“Fuckin’ Christ. You’re my fuckin’ angel. Angel in devil’s clothes.”
Cleverness begins to fail you as the cozy tendrils of the weed start to lighten your brain into something a little more relaxed. So you just sink into the couch, playing with his soft locks and humming to his lethargic babble. 
When you’ve waded through the deepest of the haze, Joel sits back up, cradling his cheek in the crook of his arm as it balances on the back of his sofa. “So what are you doin’ here, Sugarplum? You get all dressed up for me? ‘Cause I somehow doubt that.”
You smirk at him in what you hope is playfully, but lands somewhere closer to dopey. “Why do you doubt that?”
He just fixes you with a telling look, and you concede. 
“Okay. No, I um– I had a date tonight.”
Joel nods, a little exaggeratedly in his current state. “Pretty little thing had a date. ‘Course she did.”
“Well, I did,” you say, pulling your legs up onto the couch and folding them to your side, maintaining what seems like a silly level of modesty given your present company. “Until he canceled on me about twenty minutes before he was supposed to pick me up.”
The divots between his brows seem to grow impossibly deep at that. “You gotta be goddamn jokin’ me. No fucker in his right mind would stand up a thing like you.”
You dip your head down, picking at the fraying threads of his couch cushion. “Not so sure about that.”
“I am. I’m damn sure.”
You shrug, “I just didn’t want the dress to go to waste.”
“Sure as hell didn’t.”
You hum in response. Picking. Tugging. Picking. Tugging. Until you feel fingers pinching your chin and guiding your attention up. And his eyes are still watery, still tinged with red, but are so unwavering as they burrow into your own, brimming with wetness for a wholly different reason. 
“Hey,” he utters, soft as anything, soft as his hair, soft as his belly, soft as his eyes. “It sure as hell didn’t,” he repeats, and waits for you to acknowledge it. 
And you do, with a small nod and sniffle. 
“Good girl.”
Your lip quivers at that, and the words tumble out. “Fuck me. Right now.”
Your back hits the seat cushions and his mouth is on yours, tasting sweet and a little bitter as his tongue strokes between your teeth. His noises pitch upward as you tug lightly at his hair, and his knee situates itself between your legs, providing you with delicious friction against your already dripping core. 
Joel’s breath wafts hot over your ear as he rasps, “You take your panties off for him or for me?”
“For you,” you reply breathily, moaning as he nips and licks at your ear, his increased breath reverberating in your head so loud it makes your pussy throb with the influx of intimacy. 
“All for me?” he asks, maneuvering a hand down to where you’re wet and begging for him, “Goin’ commando in this tight ‘n tiny little number, riskin’ givin’ anyone on the street a flash of your drippy little slit?”
Your moan bounces off the walls when he slips two fingers inside of you, pumping and curling them with a rehearsed accuracy that has pleasure fraying your edges as soon as he sets his pace. 
“And you brought it here to me? Brought me this sexy, heart-shaped box of yours all wrapped up in a pretty package?”
“Yes, daddy,” you breathe out, wrapping a heel-clad foot around his waist to spread yourself open for him, “Brought it for you. All for you. Please.”
“You gonna come for me, you naughty little angel? Come on daddy’s fingers.”
You whimper as he strokes at you with those fingers, his other hand descending on your clit to rub circles with his thumb. Your hips buck into his hand on your clit and down onto his fingers pistoning inside you, and you feel yourself coming apart all at once, your voice breaking as you call out for him. 
Joel showers you in praise as he fucks you through your release, resting his forehead on your temple. “Good fuckin’ girl. All that for daddy. Good girl. Squeeze daddy’s fingers, just like that, baby. Fuckin’ shit. So fuckin’ pretty.”
A whine kicks up in your throat as the overstimulation starts to throb in your clit, and you bump at his hand to stem the sensation. Joel’s fingers web through yours as he pins your hand above your head on the arm of the sofa, his two fingers slowing to a methodical crawl within your pussy. 
“Love how you feel around my fuckin’ fingers, sweetheart. Love seein’ how tight you clench around ‘em, knowin’ I’m about to stretch you wide open on my cock and feel you just as tight.”
“Fucking love your cock, daddy,” you keen as your hips undulate in time with his continued ministrations inside you. “Wanna be filled with it right now.”
“You want daddy’s cock now?” he teases, the tips of his two fingers dragging delightfully against the most enticing spot of your inner walls, drawing a tender gasp from your lips. 
“I really, really do,” you whimper, grinding onto his hand harder, “Need you to split me open, daddy.”
“Can I get a ‘please’ all pretty-like for me?”
You whine again and nod. “Please, daddy. Fill me with your cock.”
“You deserve it, don’t you, sexy girl?”
And the way he asks it, the way his eyes bore into yours when he does, you feel like he’s asking you to admit to more than you’d otherwise be willing to offer yourself. 
Tell yourself that you deserve good things. You deserve this pleasure. 
“I—” your breath hitches as his fingers crook inside you again, your nerve faltering at your lips. 
Joel’s lips part as he keeps drawing your pleasure tighter again, and you feel your core building that pressure again. “Tell me. Tell daddy you deserve his cock.”
“I— I deserve it,” you force out through the mounting pleasure in your brain, gasping when his fingers pick up momentum. “Oh, god, that…it feels…”
“Yeah, pretty girl? You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for daddy, I can feel it too. You deserve this, baby,” he coos, releasing your trapped hand to press firmly above your pulsing cunt. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet for me. Show me how wet you are for daddy, make your little hole gush for me.”
“Daddy, I…oh,” you squeak out as a wave of pleasure washes over you, pulsing out your limbs. And more than that, you feel a steady stream of liquid flow out of you, you hear the wet slap of Joel’s fingers, his palm, as it floods his hand. 
“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby. That’s it, darlin’ girl. Soak my fuckin’ hand. Such a naughty little bitch. Squirtin’ out your filthy little snatch for daddy. That’s fuckin’ right,” he babbles as his palm smacks lewdly up against your cunt with a fresh wave of wetness. 
Your hips jolt with the heightened sensation, and you can’t muster anything more than barely audible moans as Joel fucks you until you have nothing left for him to coax out. 
“Fuckin’ shit, sweetheart. Messy fuckin’ girl,” he grunts as he wipes his dripping hand on his sweats before tucking both behind your knees and spreading your legs to admire your drenched, finger-fucked cunt. “So juicy for daddy, huh? Daddy’s gonna slide his big straw into that sloppy little juice box of yours. And when I’m done you can suck on his big straw like a good little girl. How’s that sound, sweetheart?”
“Can you please just fuck me?” you beg, slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders to push your dress and strapless bra below your tits. Joel stares hungrily as you play with them for him. 
“Fuck me. Yeah, your little box is ready to get stuffed, ain’t it?” he moans, tilting his head to the side to kiss up your calf and up to your ankle, still encased in your shoe. His teeth bite at the strap and buckle, skimming his lips wetly down the curve of your foot to the arch of it and sucking at the side of it he’s able to reach. 
“Joel,” you whine helplessly, desperately as your pussy screams for that bulge in his pants to bury itself inside your body instead. “What the fuck are you doing.”
“Worshippin’ my slutty little goddess. You blessed me with this little dress, this tasty little puss, so I’m gonna show my appreciation,” he mutters into your foot. 
And it shouldn’t feel good, but you’ve never had anyone put their lips on your feet before, and you’re so fucking horny for this man, you let yourself feel it. Your other heel drapes over his shoulder as his mouth drags over the slope of your foot and back up your ankle. 
“Such a pretty outfit, so I’ve decided not to tear it apart. Nasty little whore, you made it easy to access whatever I want anyway,” he chuckles a bit, gliding his teeth up until he can bite at the skin under your knee. 
You groan and press your head into the couch cushion, “Not the first person to accuse me of being a hooker tonight.”
Joel pauses for a second with a suspicious look. “Who was the first? Better not’ve been that shitty fucker who stood you up, or I’ll deck his lights out,” he says with a gentle aggression that has a rolling heat burgeoning in your stomach for a reason you can’t quite place.
“No, it was that old guy at your work tonight.”
Joel cocks his head. “Walter? Walter said you were a hooker?”
“I said I was looking for you and he just…assumed, I think. You hire hookers on the clock? ‘Cause he seems to think so.”
“Only a handful of times,” he mutters, his eyes going shifty, uneasy, almost…embarrassed. “I don’t wanna talk about that. Not with your slutty little hole winkin’ at me like that.”
“Fair enough,” you dismiss, tapping your heel against Joel’s back to spark his attention. “Stop making me fucking wait for what I came for.”
“Already came twice,” Joel says under his breath, but he uses the hand not gripping the back of your knee to work his cock out of its confines, springing out angry and red and as intimidating as ever. He leaves it bobbing free as he takes up his hands behind both of your knees to spread you wider. “Guide it where you want it, pretty girl. He’s all yours.”
You bite your lip at those words. He’s all yours. Your hand wraps around his girth before you let your mind race too far. You stroke him softly and revel in the way his chin droops down to his chest and a groan rumbles in his throat at the first real stimulation of his cock. 
“Let me feel that red velvet pussy, baby.”
You finally notch the fat head of him at your entrance and wiggle your hips down the couch, gasping as it parts your opening with a dull sting. When you capture Joel’s gaze, you beg softly, “Fuck it, daddy. She’s all yours.”
His face caves into an expression so aroused it almost looks painful. And then he’s groaning to fill the hush of the room and spearing into your cunt with every inch of him at once. 
You’ll never get used to the sounds that he pushes out of you when he fucks you full, when he enters you for the first time and smacks you in the face with how gigantic he is in comparison to the tight ring of your pussy. Like a wounded animal, like prey falling to a predator, like you’re irreversibly changed once he’s claimed you for his own. 
His rhythm sets off harsh and frantic and consuming, keeping your legs spread to feast his eyes upon your ravaged flesh. 
“Fuck, so goddamn perfect. Feel so perfect around my cock. Milkin’ daddy just right with this tight little hole, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yeah,” you whimper, tweaking your hardened nipples between your fingers and massaging at your tits as his hips smack against yours, the drenched state of your pussy enhancing the sound. 
Joel secures your legs over his shoulders and leans in over you, bracketing your head with his hands and snapping his hips into you as you cry out with the change in angle, pulling him deeper inside you. 
“Yeah, daddy’s so fuckin’ deep, huh? You love this fuckin’ cock? You love daddy fuckin’ this dirty snatch so fuckin’ deep?”
“Yes,” you keen, flinging your hands back to dig your nails into the arm of his couch and using it as leverage to fuck yourself down onto his length as he shoves it in, falling into a blissful harmony. 
“Fuck daddy’s cock, slutty girl. God, I fuckin�� love that. Suckin’ it right up your cunt like a pro. Pussy’s so tight I got it molded to my cock now, don’t I? Ain’t gonna fit right with no other cock, is it?”
“No, daddy,” you whine, plunging yourself down onto him again and again just to feel the tip of it dragging along your cervix in that way you have come to fucking crave. Joel’s cock fucks you open and curves up into that perfect spot inside of you in the most flawless rhythm, and it has you spiraling into another orgasm with no discernible warning. You pussy clenches and spills around his cock, soaking the both of you with what Joel had already primed you for with his fingers. 
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby,” Joel moans as he lets his cock slip out of you to watch you gush onto his thoroughly soiled couch. He fucks back into you in a single push and withdraws again, just to see more of it rush out. Joel fists his cock and slaps it down onto your spread folds in a series of heavy smacks, then rubs the head of it against your clit as the rivulets cascading from you subside. “Gushin’ like a fuckin’ jacuzzi. Where you been hidin’ this little party trick?”
“I don’t fucking know,” you pant out, trying to get a grip on your shaking thighs as Joel’s cock slides through your folds. “Fuck. I didn’t know…”
“Well if anyone was gonna teach you, it would be your big dick daddy, now wouldn’t it?” Joel brags, smacking the full length of him against your lips and lower belly. 
You twitch with residual aftershocks as the weight of him jostles you, and Joel chuckles. 
“You’re shaking like a leaf darlin’,” he says, tapping one of your quivering thighs. “Flip over for me. Daddy’s gonna dick you down real good.”
“Gonna?” you squeak out, staring at him incredulously, “What have you been doing so far?”
Joel presses his lips together to stifle a laugh and smacks at your thigh again. “Ego’s already big enough, darlin’. Don’t go pumpin’ it up for me now.”
“Can say that again,” you mutter with a small smile, but flip over until you’re flat on your stomach and resting your head in your arms. “Big dick, bigger ego.”
Joel grunts behind you as he settles on top of you, slipping his arm under and around your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. He grinds his cock into the cleft of your ass before pulling back and aligning it at your entrance again with his hand. He hums in your ear and says with laughter in his voice, “Imagine if it was my ego I was shovin’ into this tiny cunt. You’d be fucked.”
Your reply is replaced with a gasping moan as he presses back into you at a different angle, this one rubbing intensely along the front wall of your pussy. The groan you release is embarrassing, abhorrent to your own ears, but Joel’s answering moan has all concern fluttering from your conscience. 
“How’re you still so fuckin’ tight after I’ve fucked you open so many times, huh, Sugarplum?” he asks, voice clearly forced out through his teeth, like he’s fighting for his life not to spill his load inside of you in the next few seconds. But he bottoms out and fucks you slow, staying balls deep and making a home for himself there in the deepest part of you. “Jesus, need to dust off the ol’ cock ring. Wanna fuck you for hours, baby. Fuck you raw and stupid on this dick. Fuck you ‘til you fall asleep on it, you’re so goddamn tired. Fuck you ‘til you forget what it feels like to not be stuffed full of me.”
“Daddy,” you whimper into your arms, already overwhelmed by the sheer heft of this man making room for himself inside your body, not even giving your pussy an ounce of space to relax that isn’t around him, isn’t on his terms. “Feels so fucking good inside. So fucking big.”
“I know it, sweetheart. So good at takin’ this cock. That first time I thought you was gonna pass out on it. And look at you now – shakin’ and beggin’ for it like a bitch. You daddy’s bitch, nasty girl?”
“Yes,” you whine as Joel starts to slam his hips harder, faster into you, “Yes, I’m your bitch, daddy!” And you’re suddenly screaming it for him as his fingers dig into the back of your shoulder, holding you steady as he uses you. 
“Fuck yeah,” he growls out, hoisting himself off you and hauling your hips into the air along with him. He fucks down deep into you as you moan into the couch, allowing him to take what he’s rightfully earned from you, simply by appreciating you, knowing how to make you scream, knowing how to make you come. 
And you’re fairly dizzy with the experience, but you aren’t far gone enough to not feel the slippery thumb massaging circles against the tight ring of muscle he’s only ever explored before with his tongue. 
A mewl escapes your lips as the tip of the digit teases your resolve. 
“You gonna be my little slut, baby? Let daddy put his thumb in your ass. It’s real good for ya. It’ll be real good,” he speaks in breathy pants as his cock maintains its devastating tempo. 
You let out a pitiful whimper, and you’re only partially surprised that the only answer in your head is yes, yes, yes. 
It’s apparently also on your lips, because without even registering that you’ve said it aloud, Joel is rumbling out a deep and resonant, “That’s my darlin’ girl.” You swear you feel your eyes roll back in your head as the possessive praise inextricably clings itself to the sensation of his thick, meaty thumb gliding into your asshole up to the knuckle. 
It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t feel this good having his cock filling you to the brim and then even more of him filling your ass. You’ve never liked anal, you’ve never even been interested in it, but this fucking tornado of a man has everything spinning in your head, disorienting your thoughts, screaming at you that what you thought was wrong is so, so right. 
“Lemme get a picture of this, sweetheart – of you all plugged up with me.”
“Okay,” you gasp, constricting your grip around his thumb as if needing to hammer into your head that there’s a finger in your ass. A thick finger. He can probably feel his own cock through the separating skin. 
Joel groans as you flex around his finger. “Spread yourself for the camera, baby.”
Your hands move to your cheeks and you can’t bring yourself to feel shame for this. Not for shit like this, with him. Not anymore. He makes you feel dirty and sexy and beautiful and worth his time. Why the hell wouldn’t you want to document this?
“Fuckin’ hell. Just like that.” You hear a series of shutters, and then his thumb slides out of you and he uses it to pull at the small established gape he’s made of your asshole. A few more shutters and Joel is muttering perfect, fuckin’ perfect, as he tosses his phone aside.
The words flow through you like hot honey tea, even if you weren’t meant to hear them. How does a man like him make you feel so treasured when you’re with him? You don’t belong to him, but he treats you like you do, in the most respectful of ways. He drags you down with him into the depths of his depravity, and yet once you’re there, you’re pleasured like… like a goddess. Like his goddess. 
Joel’s hips ramp up again, timing his thrusts with that of his thumb as he fucks you in both holes at once. “God, so fuckin’ beautiful like this. Wanna stretch this hole open until you can take this whole cock up your ass, baby. Spill my load in there, watch it drip down your cunt.”
And you had said unequivocally no. You had said, not tabling. Off the table. But, god, deep down you know he’d make it feel so good. Somehow, he’d make it worth it. And it’s fucking killing you. You can’t admit that to him, you can’t let him know that you’re convinced he could make anything feel good. That’s too close to something. And this isn’t something. This is I make you feel good, you make me feel good, and we go our separate ways. 
So you just moan for him in response. A verbal confirmation is too much. Giving him too much power over you. And Joel seems too lost in the clutch of your body to parse the difference. 
“Velvet fuckin’ pussy, darlin’,” he chants to the rhythm of his hips colliding with yours, and you’ve come to recognize the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. His sounds start to fluctuate in pitch, his hips more stuttered in their movement, his fingernails indent your skin as he frantically clings to the final moments of euphoric crescendo before the cymbal crash. 
And crash it does, announced with an unabashed groan of sheer pleasure as he spills himself inside of you again, so many times now you’ve lost count, lost sense of the level of responsibility in your actions. Too feral, too dependent on the soothing, post-fuck tranquility of his come dripping from the deepest part of you. A balm to your stretched, aching wound that he caused, because you asked him to — keep asking him to — again and again. A reminder of where he’s been, what he’s done to you, what he’s done with you in all these private moments. 
He slips himself free, and you feel the trickle of him, evidence of how much he’s pumped into you. Leaving you open and gaping, yet so fucking full of him, even after he’s gone. Pulled out and dripped free of your heat and hold. 
Lazy kisses paint up your back where your dress has ridden up your spine, and then back down to bite more reminders of him into the flesh of your ass, until he guides your hips flush to the couch and blankets you with his weight. 
Minutes of quiet breath-catching tick by, feeling the scratch of his hair where your bare skin meets along your bodies, until Joel breaks the silence to say, “Stupid bastard was out of his fuckin’ mind.”
And you’re not positive why, but you feel tears stinging your eyes again. You steel yourself, refuse to let them fall, force them to dry out before they betray you. 
You clear your throat of any traitorous frogs before you speak again. “Sorry about your couch.”
“Nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout,” he reassures, grunting quietly as he shifts himself off you and slips behind instead, pulling you into him, “Plus, Doreen’s got one of them special little steam cleaners she lets me borrow from time to time. Get it cleaned up real nice.”
“Doreen?”
“Little old lady ‘cross the way,” he says into your hair. 
You do your best to turn slightly and look at him. “You’re friends with the little old lady across the way?”
“You doubt my charm?”
Your eyes search his face — the wide, dopey smile, the drooping eyelids, the dwindling glassy rose in his eyes from the weed — and you smile back. 
“Maybe. Feel like you would be a kind old lady’s worst nightmare.”
“Nah, I’m a good boy. Just ask my mama,” he quips. 
“Sure,” you joke, positioning yourself back into a proper little spoon. 
You feel a kiss on the back of your head. “Gonna step out for some fresh air and a smoke. Keep me company?”
You grumble as Joel props himself upright on the couch and pulls his sweats back up. “‘S’cold outside,” you groan, watching him as he stands and slips on a shirt from where it was strewn onto the back of a chair. 
Joel studies you where you lie, your dress a flimsy accordion with the top and bottom convening at your torso, leaving Joel’s favorite bits on display. And as much as you assume it probably pains him to have your body hidden from his view, he says, “You can wear my coat.”
Your eyes light up. “Yeah?”
Joel masks a grin and grabs the coat off the peg by the door, throwing it to you. You know this coat. You’ve worn it before. And although you don’t want to give yourself away by inhaling its scent too gratuitously, you don’t capture any hints of your perfume on the fabric in your covert sniffs. It’s been too long. 
You push yourself onto only moderately shaky legs and work yourself back into your dress properly before slipping your arms through the coat and zipping it around you. You feel a bit like a giant marshmallow in the padded utility jacket, but when you look back up at Joel, there’s a shimmer of something in his eyes, on his face. And something like a twitch in his mouth, like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it. 
You’re not sure you’ve ever seen Joel hold his tongue over anything, so it’s likely just a trick of the light, the lingering effects of your high. 
Joel’s eyes only tear from you to swipe up his smokes and lighter from the coffee table and step into a pair of slides before he’s leading you out the door. 
The cold is bitter, but Joel’s coat is warm enough. Your legs prick with the chill breeze as Joel sticks two cigarettes into his mouth and lights them both, handing one off to you. You rest on the railing with him side by side, taking reasonably synchronous puffs as you stare up at the moon, the stars. 
A couple screams at each other a few lots down, their voices only muted by the distance and the persistent, humming buzz of Joel’s porch light. 
“Right on cue,” Joel mumbles around his cig as he scratches his beard. “Kev can’t keep it in his fuckin’ pants for the life of ‘im.”
“Mmm. Sounds like someone I know.”
Joel’s sidelong glance is sprinkled with a sort of childlike mischievousness as the corners of his mouth lilt. “Maybe so. But I wouldn’t step out on my girl, though.”
His lingering gaze has the back of your neck growing hot. You hum in agreement as you take another drag, tapping the ash with fingers half-obscured by the length of Joel’s sleeves and watching as it falls to the gravel below. 
Joel flicks the ash of his own smoke against the railing to plop down next to yours, and exhales a cloud as he stares off in the direction of the feuding couple’s trailer. “When I got a girl, that’s all I need. And it’s been a rare blue moon that my girl ever went and got it somewhere else.”
He takes in a steady, clean breath and shrugs with his head before continuing. “And whenever they did, they came crawlin’ right back. Always come to find that their daddy lays the best pipe. Ain’t never seen one of my girls spread ‘em open for no one else after they stepped out the first time. Not ‘til after it was over.” 
Your focus catches on his lips as they wrap around his cigarette again, the barest concave of his cheeks as he sucks, the pout of him as he expels into the night air. And you ache to say something. You feel heavy with it. 
The opening chords of a melodic ballad fall upon your ears, and you both swivel your heads in the opposite direction of the screaming pair. Instead, you’re graced with a couple coming together in an embrace, slowly rocking to the music floating from their porch. 
A soft laugh escapes you as you watch them wistfully. “Now that is how a Valentine’s Day is supposed to end.”
Joel glances at you. He takes one last drag from his smoke and tamps it out on the wood before dropping it into a chipped mug on the railing, housing a dozen cigarette butts. He holds a hand out to you and tilts his head toward the pavement. 
You stare at his outstretched hand, and your mind trips over itself to unravel the intent behind it. “What are—”
“Dance with me.”
Your eyes snap up to his, and you’re met with an easy smile on a disheveled, glassy-eyed, gorgeous man. Braving the cold in sweats, a wrinkly and hole-riddled Henley, and slides on tube-socked feet. Asking you to dance while clad in his coat and your stilettos. 
You chew on your lip as you watch his fingers wiggle impatiently as your cigarette butt kisses Joel’s in the mug when you discard it. And then as your hand slides into his. 
“Atta girl,” he praises you softly, tugging you down the steps with him and onto the pavement. 
Joel isn’t fancy with it. He just pulls you close into him, wrapping his arms around your waist as you drape your head on his shoulder.  He sways the two of you from side to side following the beat of the music. Your heels scrape the asphalt, your nails scratch the back of his neck, and his hands dip below the hem of his coat to tease at the round of your ass over your dress. 
“Sure I ain’t said it enough, but you’re a goddamn knockout tonight,” he rumbles quietly into your ear, his fingers groping at the bottom curve of your cheeks to emphasize his point. 
And after your date flaked on you, after you got dolled up for him, got your hopes up for a nice night, and had your plans disintegrate between your fingers, just for Joel to swoop in and illuminate your sky with stars, those words spear right through your heart. 
And you know you should say something traditionally sweet back. Something like thank you or you too. But as those softer words rattle around your brain, you feel wetness trickling down your inner thigh, and you opt to whisper something more personalized. Something you know Joel would find sweetest of all to fall from your lips. “I can feel you dripping out of me.”
A groan vibrates up his chest and one hand slips between your bodies until you feel the cool press of his fingers at your cunt. 
“Fuck me, darlin’,” he breathes, bringing up two thick fingers for you to see, glistening opalescent in the moonlight. 
He doesn’t ask, you just drop your jaw and stick your tongue out for him, sucking your shared juices off his skin as your eyes lock. He pulls them free and replaces them with his mouth, tasting the two of you off your tongue. Joel’s hand nestles under your dress once more to cup your pussy. Not to slide inside, not to get you off. Just to hold you as close as he knows how. To catch where the two of you fall. 
He nuzzles your nose with his and tucks your face into his neck with his other hand as he sways with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sugarplum.” 
You sigh into his neck and lay your hand over his beneath your dress. 
“Happy Valentine’s Day, daddy.”
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Never Too Tired For You
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Strange x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT! A singular glass of wine, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex turned soft sex, praise kink, size kink, Daddy kink, breeding kink-ish, subspace/subdrop, aftercare.
Word Count: 10,370
Reading time: ≈ 38 mins.
A/N: I hope you like part two of sugar daddy strange! i wanted to attempt writing subspace with my very own limited experience, and i felt like this stephen and reader were the perfect couple to try it out with! let me know if you like this or if you’d just prefer the nasty, hardcore stuff… hehe.
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It had become a regular thing. And despite your best efforts to convince him otherwise, Doctor Stephen Strange was intent on helping pay your way through life. Though, you couldn’t complain. You weren’t busting your ass to pay rent anymore and he’d even upgraded your living situation to a little townhome closer to campus when he’d seen your previous residence. Your student loans had been paid off and your next semester was secured with one transfer from his bank account to yours. And your only job was to take care of yourself and take the best dick of your life.
There were three rules…
One, no clothes besides a robe, the lingerie he bought you, and his tees or sweatshirts when it was time to sleep or you wanted to be comfy.
Two, no wandering the sanctum without him— his room, the kitchen, and the library were fair play.
Three, no leaving before Monday morning unless for an emergency.
It felt like a dream.
You arrived at the Sanctum an hour early at four every Friday night and remained there until waking up for classes on Monday. For those three days, you were his, and he was very strict about time. He felt he never had enough time with you. He told you pretty early on that his interest in the deal was more than just the sex. He liked the companionship aspect as well and having the ability to provide for someone outside the mystical realm. And Doctor Strange was very agreeable in each of those areas. Mind-blowing, kinky sex? Check. Genuine and interesting conversation? Check. Monetary and emotional security? Check and check.
He— it— was perfect.
As soon as his bedroom door was open, you were at his side, “Well, hello there Doctor.” You smile up at him, giggling as the Cloak detaches from his shoulders and wraps you in a quick embrace before you get to Stephen, who shoves it out of the way, “How was today for the two of you?”
Stephen wraps his arms around your waist as you put yours around his neck, resting your cheek against his chest you can feel the vibrations as he replies, “Very, very long. We had a student set half of the greenhouse on fire.”
“I thought I smelled smoke…” You tease, “Then again, it always gets so hot when you walk into the room.”
A chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pulls back, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger and narrowing his eyes at you, “Real cute, Sweetheart.”
“Well, it’s true.” You murmur, reaching up and play with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, Doctor.”
“You get paid to say that.” He murmurs back, pressing his lips to your own roughly
You kiss him back happily for a moment before pulling away to remind him, “I believed that before the pay out, sir.”
“Mm, so you said.” He smiles
You preen like a happy cat as he runs his hand over the top of your head but sympathizes, “I’m sorry your student set the greenhouse on fire. Was anyone injured?”
“No, thankfully. Only the offenders ego was bruised.”
“Well, luckily I already have a nice, warm shower running for you. I’m going to run down to the kitchen and get us some snacks for when you get out, what do you think?”
He presses a kiss to your forehead, “That sounds perfect.”
“I set us up something different for our snack…” You say, placing your hands on his chest, “Just a little something special aside from the normal sandwich.”
Stephen’s face goes soft. He reaches up and runs his fingers across your cheek gently, “You didn’t have to do that, Sweetheart.”
“I know I didn’t have to.” You agree, “But I wanted to.” You stand up on your tiptoes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, “Go hop in the shower, I’ll get everything set up out here.”
“Thank you, Baby.” He whispers, “Can you help get me undressed? I’m having a rough day with my hands.”
“Of course, Handsome.” You agree, taking his hands gently and pulling him toward the bathroom, “How about I give you an nice massage sometime tonight? Hm?”
Stephen gives a groan, “That would be amazing.”
You pull Stephen into the bathroom, the glass on the shower already fogged up, reminding you of a particularly thrilling shower scene the two of you had created once before. He’d been a big fan of it. You hadn’t realized what had him so crazy until after the fact when he murmured something about needing to get a mirror for the bedroom.
You recognized that Stephen could have easily snapped himself out of his robes, but you also recognized that as much as he loved caring for you, he loved being cared for in return. And you were perfectly happy to do little tasks like this for him. It made it feel personal— it made you feel like you were there for more than just your body. And you knew deep down you shouldn’t care either way. It was ridiculous to think of a man like Stephen Strange getting attached to anyone, much less someone who was essentially his high dollar whore. You pushed the thought away and gently pulled at his belt, letting it fall to the floor, moving slowly to slide his robe from his shoulders, running your hands over his chest and abdomen, watching him watch you. He helped you pull off his undershirt which you were far too short to get over his head of your own accord and placed a soft kiss over a healing scar from one of his latest missions— the first you’d been around for.
He’d refused your company the weekend he returned, but the next day you’d woken up to a pretty little lingerie set in a prettily wrapped box and money to go get your nails and hair done. However you wanted, he wasn’t that particular… he’d simply requested you do whatever would make you happy.
You smiled to yourself fondly at the memory. He made plenty of sweet little gestures like that. And it was part of the arrangement, but it didn’t stop your heart from fluttering.
“You’ll have to take your briefs off yourself, Doctor.” You murmur, toying with the waistband, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to leave if I do.”
He gives a light laugh and places his hands over your own, “Don’t tempt me, Sweetheart.”
“You like to be tempted.” You argue, “You take it like a challenge.”
“And you take it like a champ when I give in.” He teases, leaning down and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Such a good girl for me.”
You practically purr as he places light kisses along your neck, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me, Doctor.”
“You might not know as well as you think then.”
“Mm…” You push him away gently, “Shower, food, then we can have fun.” You say sternly, “Can’t have you too tired.”
“I’m never too tired for you, Baby Girl.” Stephen says, serving you a wink
“God, you’re so cheesy.” You roll your eyes
“You love it.” He insists, “Now run along and get everything prepared or I’ll have you bent over the sink in the next ten seconds.”
You quickly turn on your heel and skip out of the room like the obedient little girl you are, giggling to yourself the whole way to the kitchen.
You loved the weekends.
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Stephen smiled when he walked back into his room to find the little sitting area all set up for the two of you. The fire was lit, the couch pushed up closer, and a charcuterie board and two glasses of wine set up for the both of you. And then there was you, which was his favorite part of it all. You were laying all cozied up with a blanket covering your lower half, your robe hanging loosely off your shoulders exposing the lacy straps and cups of the new lingerie set he’d bought you last weekend. Bright red, because he couldn’t resist. It scram sex. And paired with your short, black, silk robe, it almost felt elegant in a way.
“Hey, Pretty Girl.” He greets, looking over the area you’d set up while he showered, “This is wonderful, thank you.”
You smile up at him, your eyes briefly dipping to his bare chest and begging to move lower. Only a pair of briefs situated on his lower half. Stephen only wore briefs as far as you’d seen, and you loved it. It was hard to hide anything with the tighter fit. His chest seemed to glow in the firelight, looking awfully warm and inviting. He wasn’t overly sculpted at first glance. It was clear he was largely composed of muscle mass, but it wasn’t in an intimidating way. But the slightest movements would send his muscles rippling— another thing you’d come to thoroughly enjoy. You held your arms up and made grabby hands for him. Stephen chuckled and walked over to the couch, sitting down and reaching over to wrap an arm around your waist. He pulled you over and rest your head against his chest, running his hands softly over your back.
“You look beautiful tonight, Baby Girl.” He murmurs, “And you prepared this little snack for us. When’d you have time for that?”
“I ran to the store straight after school.” You explain, “Just wanted to do something nice for you.” 
“Well, that’s very sweet.” He kissed the top of your head, “How’s school been?”
You give a sort of shrug and wrap your arms around his waist, “Fine. Not as stressful as it used to be having to work on top of it— thanks for that again.”
“No problem.” He chuckles
“But I’m… I dunno’.” 
You give a deep sigh and Stephen frowns, “What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”
“I just… I don’t wanna complain about anything. I don’t wanna sound ungrateful.”
He turns you so that you’re laying facing him, “What’s wrong? Is something wrong with… us? Our arrangement?”
“Oh, Stephen, no!” You object, “Not at all, like I said, I’m very thankful. I just don’t get paid to lay here and complain about anything.”
His brows knit together and he brushes the hair out of your eyes carefully, “Sweetheart, I want you to talk to me. I want to listen to you vent and help if I can… I want to take care of you.”
You hesitate a moment before admitting, “I’m just feeling… unfulfilled at school. Bored. And I’m doing less than ever before, but I’m more exhausted than ever before. I don’t sleep like I used to and I just feel like… like I must be doing something wrong.”
He nods and gives a sort of hum, pulling your head back to his chest and twirling a strand of your hair around his shaking finger. This was something you loved— liked— about Stephen. He always made an actual consideration before speaking. Sometimes, if you looked hard enough, you could see him working the issue through in his mind. It didn’t even need to be an issue, per say, just a conversation. His eyes would rove absently between the space as if he were reading from a book only he could see. If he truly lost himself in thought, his lips would move, and you’d sit there and stare in adoration as he spoke silently to himself.
“That happened to me once. I didn’t have responsibility after the accident— couldn’t have any responsibilities. I was restless and… definitely felt unfulfilled.” You close your eyes and listen intently. You and Stephen never spoke much about the accident after your initial meeting, and you could tell his hands were a sore subject still. So to have him open up like this… it meant a lot more to you than you thought it should have. “I didn’t start sleeping again until Kamar-Taj. I don’t know the exact connection between that feeling unfulfilled and unrest, but there’s certainly a correlation in my experience.
“Hm…” You hum out before suggesting, “Can I pour some wine for you, Steph?”
“That’d be great, Sweetheart.” He agrees, giving your butt a little pat, “It’s high time we enjoy our snack. Need good fuel for a conversation like this.”
You smile and sit up carefully. Stephen flicks his wrist at the wine bottle and the cork pops out. You snatch it from the air and shoot him a disapproving stare. He was supposed to refrain from using magic over the weekends as much as possible, but Stephen could hardly ever resist the chance to show off. Besides, he knew deep down you loved seeing his silly little magic tricks. You poured a healthy glass of wine for both of you, passing Stephen his own with a soft smile. 
“Okay…” You beam back at him, clapping your hands together excitedly, “For meats we have prosciutto, capicola, bresaola, soppressata, and mortadella—“
“Mm… a fan of sausage in all forms, I see.”
You reach back and slap his shoulder lightly, “Don’t be gross, Steph.” You hear him give a light laugh at his perverseness and continue on, “Cheeses are burrata, fontina, gouda, cheddar, and asiago.”
“Wonderful.” Stephen compliments, sitting up and wrapping an arm around your waist, “What else?”
“Baguette and like… three different types of crackers. There were so many, I didn’t know which to choose.” Stephen gives a little exhale through his nose, his breath fanning along your neck, causing you to have to force back a shiver, “Grapes and then… that one is fig jam and the other is pepper jelly. Which I’ve never had— the pepper jelly, I mean— but I was curious. And I even got some olives because you like them… even though they’re nasty.”
“No, they’re delicious.” He argues, taking a sip of his wine, “But that’s neither here nor there. This looks amazing. Almost as amazing as you.” He smiles against your neck and brushes his lips across your bare shoulder
“Such a flatterer, Doctor.” You chide, “Are you trying to get in my pants before you even take a bite of the little meal I prepared?”
“I can’t help it that you made yourself look more tempting than the food.” He teases
“It’s part of the job description.” You murmur, turning to look at him over your shoulder, your breath catching in your throat as his nose brushes against your own
He closed the distance and placed a soft, sweet kiss against your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed back into him carefully, reminding yourself to keep a good hold on your wine glass. You and Stephen exchanged a few soft kisses before he trails to your ear.
He nibbles your earlobe gently and asks, “Where should we start with the food, Baby? And then you can tell me where you think we should start to solve your problem.”
You sit back up and spread a bit of the burrata on a piece of baguette, turning around and holding it up for him. He takes the whole piece in his mouth and gives a pleased hum as he chews through the far too big bite. You giggle and reach up, wiping a crumb off the side of his lips. He swallowed and took a sip of his wine, smiling at you. He looked so sweet. You loved seeing the difference between Stephen when he first arrived to his room and the first few minutes of your time together. You could visibly see his stress melting away. You loved taking care of him as much as he loved taking care of you. And it was odd because you’d never had anyone care for you so completely.
Was that just the arrangement?
“I don’t think I like my major the way I expected to.” You admit softly, “But I don’t know what I want to do if not…” Tears prick in your eyes and you immediately turn back to the food, grabbing a grape and popping it in your mouth, “I just don’t have it figured out like I thought I did.”
Stephen sits up and grabs a couple of olives, crunching on them as he asks, “Did you really think you had it figured out beforehand?”
“I don’t think I had the privilege to stop and consider it beforehand.” You say honestly, “I didn’t… I couldn’t have changed my major and gone through the extra years, it wasn’t feasible—“
“Do it.” Stephen says immediately, “Or be undecided and take classes to figure it out.”
“Stephen…” You sigh
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.” You huff, “Like I said, I appreciate what you’re doing for me, but I can’t just throw your money to the wind like that.”
“Most girls in your position are asking to buy designer bags worth triple your tuition and shoes and new clothes just for the hell of it—“
“But how long will this really last, Steph?” You sigh, “I’m not… I can’t change it and then be stuck…” You trail off, dropping your head in your hands, “It’s not the reasonable thing to do.”
He’s silent for a while, making a little sandwich with two crackers, prosciutto, and gouda. He takes a small bite and offers the other half to you and you take it.
After a while he starts carefully, “I have a proposition…”
“Hm?”
“Take a year off. Come live here… do what we do full time.”
“Stephen—“
“No, just listen, Sweetheart.” He says, placing a hand on your knee, “Take a year off, I’ll keep you, you don’t have to worry about rent or food or anything. You can fill your time doing what you want to do. Figure out what you love and we’ll go from there. Even if… if you decide you don’t want to do us anymore, I swear you can stay in the Sanctum or I’ll put you up somewhere and give you enough to make rent through the rest of the year and the next semester of college.” He shrugs, “No risk aside from it taking another year to graduate.”
You force yourself to breathe, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Stephen watches you intently, scared that the offer might have been too much. Stephen wasn’t afraid to admit to himself that he cared for you very, very deeply. The first person he’d let himself care for in a long time and he had a sneaking suspicion it was turning into something more. But he wasn’t certain that was something you wanted.
He’d promised himself if he figured out it was something more he would tell you straight away. It would be best for the both of you if you were on the same page, and he knew if emotions were involved it may very well be that you wanted out. You hadn’t signed up for that. You’d signed up for sex and some conversation every now and again.
“Can I take a while and think on it?” You ask timidly
“Of course, Baby Girl.” Stephen agrees, leaning over and placing a kiss against your forehead, “It’s just an option. And if you think of something different, don’t be afraid to suggest it, okay? I’m here to help you, remember? And I have no problem doing so.”
You give him a soft smile and take his hand in yours, “Thank you, Stephen.”
“You’re welcome.” He agrees, “Is there anything I can help you with school-wise in the meantime?”
“Mm… I have two chapters I need to read this weekend and take notes on.”
“I read out loud, you take notes?”
“I’d appreciate that a lot.”
“Great. We’ll get started as soon as we finish up this snack.” He smiles, “It’s great. Have I said that already?”
You give a light laugh and turn, laying your head against his shoulder, “A few times. But I wouldn’t mind if you said it again.”
“It’s great.” He repeats, placing a kiss on your forehead, “You’re amazing.”
“Mm, not half as amazing as you, but that’s sweet of you to say.”
Stephen’s heart flutters and he takes a sip from his glass to hide the smile threatening to spill over. God, he hoped you took the deal he offered. Coming home to you every day he could would be a dream. Even if it wasn’t exactly real… it was something. Just a taste of the life he’d come to crave.
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“Baby…” Stephen groans, running his hands over his face and chucking the book to the end of the bed, “that was the worst two chapters of any book I’ve ever read.”
“Well, it’s not like I wrote it.” You grouch back, looking over your notes and adding the last few highlights, “If it’s any consolation it was as bad for me as it was for you.”
Stephen snorts, “Never heard that one before… much more used to the reverse.”
You laugh and chuck your notebook at him, “Shut up, Old Man.”
Stephen scoffs and throws your notebook to the floor, “Too bad you have a kink for old men.”
“Bad for me, good for you.” You smile, rolling over on top of him
Stephen smiles back up at you, running his hands over your back and down to your ass, “Very good for me.”
“What’re we doing tonight, Doctor?”
“Eager are we?”
“For you? Always.” You say, peppering kisses across his jawline
“Mm… such a flatterer.” He teases, groping your ass roughly, “What do you want to do?”
“Hmm, I was thinking sex.” You sass
Stephen immediately brings his hand down hard over your ass, “Great minds think alike, huh?”
“Mhm.” You hum in his ear, “Where do we start tonight sir?”
“Why don’t you sit back on your knees and show me your new outfit?”
You roll back off of Stephen and crawl to the foot of the bed. Stephen smiles and sits up, leaning against the headboard, his hands already running over his thighs. You do a little shimmy, the shoulders of the silk robe sliding down your soft skin. You reach up and toy with the tie of the robe, pulling it apart oh so slowly. Always such a tease. You let the tie fall apart but keep the robe held tight together. Stephen gives you a stern look, making you giggle, but also getting you to throw the robe off your frame.
Stephen looked you over slowly, complimenting himself on a job well done. You always looked beautiful to him, always. But there was something about this particular set… he’d outdone himself this time. He slowly moves his hand to the start of an erection. You sit back on your legs and hike up the panties on your hips, pushing your chest out as if it weren’t prominent enough in the push-up bra. 
“So, what do you think?” You ask, pulling your hair into a ponytail— he preferred to have it up during sex
“I think you’re beautiful. As always.” Stephen says, “Do you like it?”
“I do.” You say, “I think I liked the teddy from last week more… it was more comfortable. But beauty is pain, isn’t it?”
Stephen flirts, “You must be in constant agony.”
You throw your head back and laugh, raising a brow at him, “Now who’s the flatterer, Steph?”
“We trade-off.” He grabs his length more firmly, massaging it slowly and suggesting, “Why don’t you come help me take off what’s left of my clothes and then I’ll help you take off what’s left of yours?”
You crawl up the bed towards him, running your hands along his legs, trailing kisses across his well-toned thighs. You run one hand over his bulge, watching as Stephen tilts his head back and lets out a soft sigh. You move your lips up to his bulge, licking a long stripe over the fabric. You were practically already drooling. There were few things you could say you wanted more than Doctor Stephen Strange’s dick.
“Hungry little slut tonight, huh?” Stephen asks
You hook your fingers through the waistband of his briefs and look up to him with hooded lids, answering, “Yes, Daddy.”
You pull down the black material and Stephen lifts his hips compliantly. You throw the briefs off the side of the bed carelessly— there wouldn’t be any more clothes tonight— and you were more than happy about it. You wrap your hand around his rapidly hardening cock. You lean down and suckle lightly on his head. Stephen slinks down farther and runs a hand over your back.
“Been thinkin’ about you all week.” You whisper, placing kisses across his shaft, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“You’ve been thinking about my cock? Did you miss me?”
“I always miss you when I leave, Steph.” You admit, “Thought about it all week. Thought about it for too long during class yesterday and had to walk around with wet panties for hours.”
Stephen gives a silent groan, “Mm, you get lost in your dirty daydreams? What were you thinking about, Baby?”
“I thought about sucking your cock.” You admit, “Thought about trying to take it down my throat. How it makes me gag and cry.” You lick a stripe up his length, “Thought about how you tell me what a good girl I am for you when I take it all the way.”
“What a dirty girl.” Stephen chides, “Gets wet thinking about choking on my cock.” He sighs as you start rolling his balls in your hand, “You gonna’ try taking it all the way tonight? You’ve been doing so good learning to take me.”
“I’m trying.” You say, “I wanna’ make you happy.”
He runs a hand over your head and smiles at you softly, “You always make me happy, Baby Girl.”
You smile at him as you stick out your tongue, tapping his head against it and watching as a string of saliva connects to it, “Thank you.”
“You wanna’ make Daddy really happy?”
“Yes sir.” You agree eagerly
“Can he fuck your throat for a while?” Stephen asks, “And then he’s gonna fuck that pussy. Make those pretty little eyes roll back in your head.”
You lean doesn’t to suck on his balls and give a small moan at the thought alone, “Yes, please.”
Stephen grabs your chin and pulls you up his body, pressing his lips to yours. You give a little whimper, melting into him. Stephen gives a groan and wraps his arms around your back, lightly grinding against your hip. He rolls the two of you over and pulls himself off the bed. He grabs your arm and pulls you over to the edge of the bed.
He explains, “I want you to hang your head off the edge of the bed and I’m gonna’ fuck your face like that. You’re going to keep one hand on my leg or hip the whole time. If you take it off, I’ll stop. If you get a head rush, choke too hard, or just feel uncomfortable, please take your hand away so I know, okay?”
“Yes sir.” You nod
Stephen presses a kiss to your forehead and demands, “Turn and lay back.”
You spin around and carefully hang your head off the edge of the bed, immediately opening your mouth wide. Stephen was incredibly pleased to find that the bed was the perfect height for this position. It briefly had him considering what other ways he could get crafty with furniture of different heights around the sanctum. He was promptly drawn back to your present romp when you grabbed his hip and pulled him forward.
He started slow for both of you. He’d become accustomed to cumming inside you and inside you only. Just the thought made him ten times harder. He still loved oral from you… you had an insane talent for it, and after the last couple of months, you’d learned how to turn him into an absolute mess with your mouth alone. But he was obsessed with being inside you; He was obsessed with watching you come undone under his touch, watching you take everything he gave, taking his load, moaning how bad you wanted it, how you needed him to fill you up, how you needed him to get you pregnant…
Stephen had learned a lot about himself because of you.
He ran a thumb gently over your cheek as you sucked on his tip, threading his fingers through your hair near your neck to help support your head. He thrust forward gently, slotting himself further into your warm, wet, welcoming mouth. You gave a little moan, blinking up at him with large eyes. You ran your tongue along the bottom of his cock, feeling the silky smooth skin and the subtle twitch of his member. Stephen watched your throat carefully, cataloging the moment he saw you take a swallow before pushing himself farther in. 
You took a deep breath through your nose and relax your throat. That was the main trick to going deep throat. Breath control and relaxation. If you panic, so does your body. But you fully trusted Stephen, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to seriously hurt you. He tested your limits, but he was always careful to check that you were okay.
“That’s a good girl.” Stephen coos, thrusting lightly, “That’s my Baby Girl. Takes my cock so well.” He runs his hand over your throat lightly, “You feel okay? Squeeze my hip if you are.” You squeeze his hip and Stephen smiles, “Good girl. You just lay there and let Daddy fuck this pretty throat, yeah?”
You give a nod the best you can and Stephen draws himself out of your mouth just to thrust back in. You reach up with your free hand and palm at your tits, the lace fabric of your lingerie stimulating your nipples. Stephen groaned at the visual, mind in overdrive. He couldn’t believe he’d scored you doing nothing aside from showing up to a Stark party he’d complained about having to attend for weeks beforehand. One silly little note, one night of mind-blowing sex turned into what he hoped would be hundreds.
“Playing with yourself while Daddy watches? You know how much he loves those tits, huh? Maybe I’ll fuck those tonight too. Almost sounds as good as fucking that tight little hole. But you don’t care how I fuck you, do you? My sweet little slut doesn’t care where Daddy’s cock is as long as it’s in or on her.” Stephen degrades, cupping a hand underneath your jaw, watching spit seep from the corners of your mouth with every thrust, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes, “Awe, Baby Girl… you crying? Does my cock taste that good?”
You take a gasping breath as Stephen pulls out of your mouth, giving a cough and a harsh sniff to avoid snot running down your face to accompany the drool and tears. Stephen gives your cheek a few light slaps and you groan, your pussy clenching around nothing making you press your thighs together. Your back arches off the bed for no reason other than the amount of pent-up tension in your body needing somewhere to go. Once you’ve caught your breath you open your mouth and stick out your tongue again, fluttering your lashes at him. You stopped being quite so impatient after your third night with him, recognizing no matter how long it took he always gave you something in return. Usually, the more patient you were, the better your release felt in the end. Stephen gave a soft groan and slot himself back in your mouth, watching as you suckle on his head, moaning at the taste of his precum on your tongue. 
You pulled away to murmur, “You taste so good, Stephen.” You reach back and stroke him at his base, “Are you going to cum in my mouth?”
Stephen tsks at you, “No Baby Girl, not tonight. Gonna empty myself in that hungry little pussy.”
You pout up at him, “But I wanna’ taste you.”
“Hm…” Stephen muses, “Maybe we c-could…” He stutters as you tilt your head back farther and suckle on his balls, “Shit— I um… maybe we can afford to waste one load down your throat tonight.”
You smile and tap his head against your tongue, “Yes please, Daddy.”
Stephen strokes your cheek gently, wiping away the faint trails of tears running down your temples and commands, “Open up then and let me keep fucking your face.”
You nod but ask, “Will you tell me when you’re gonna cum? Will you pull out a bit so I can actually taste you?”
“Since you’ve been so sweet and asked so nicely, of course.” He agrees, thrusting forward gently, moaning when you try to swallow around him, “Fuck Baby… you trying to hurry it along? That desperate to taste my cum?”
“Mhmm…” You hum out, the vibrations making his legs shake
Stephen reaches forward on his next thrust and pulls down the cups of your bra, watching your tits bounce slightly with every movement. He was truly fascinated with your breasts. They were so perfect to him in every way. Then again, he felt the same about the rest of your body. He threw his head back and let out a moan, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of you and the feeling of you alone. He could hear you gagging, choking on his length, feel the way your throat contracted around him, the cool air rushing over his shaft every time he pulled out of the warmth of your mouth. So wet, so warm, so perfect…
All his.
Stephen’s legs were starting to shake, you could feel his thrusts getting weaker and weaker. You forced your eyes open and tried to see past the tears to find his arms laced behind his back, his head thrown back with lips slightly parted, chest shining with a layer of clean sweat. The visual caused you to moan once more, which you had been fighting against as one, as Stephen had said earlier, it drove him crazy and you wanted him to take as much time enjoying it as possible. And two, any sort of vocalization made it significantly more difficult to take him at the depth he liked.
“Oh fu—ck, Sweetheart.” Stephen moans, “G-gonna’ cum.” He pulls out, stroking himself quickly, watching as you gag and take in a deep breath, tears continuing to stream down your face, “Hold on, Baby. Stick out your tongue and take my load, then you can breathe. Yeah? You still wanna’ swallow for me?”
You nod fervently and stick out your tongue once more. Stephen lines himself up and fists himself faster, groaning as his seed spurts from his head, most of it landing in your mouth and on your tongue, some of it painting your face. You give a little moan and giggle of your own, staring up at him with wide eyes as your curl your tongue back into your mouth, giving a pleased hum. You finally take in your much-needed breath, your body going limp, head hanging off the edge of the bed completely, blood rushing that way. But with the heartbeat currently residing in your clit, you could sacrifice some blood rush in the other direction.
Stephen gently cups the back of your head and helps you sit up. With a wave of his hand a rag appears, which he uses to gently wipe over your messy face. You give little whines, regrettably already feeling overstimulated. Stephen shushes you gently and crawls into the bed, laying down and holding his arms open in invitation. He had gotten good at reading you. There were very fine lines between when you were ready to go again, needed a second, and were totally done for the night. At the moment it seemed to him you only needed a little break after the abuse of your mouth, and he was more than happy to comply despite his still aching cock.
You crawled over and went to lay down. But he held up a hand and magicked a water bottle into existence, popping open the cap and nodding to it expectantly. You gave a little pout but sat up, taking slow, careful sips. When he was satisfied, he took the bottle from you and held his arms open once more. You laid down on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, hearing as he gave a little chuckle. You snuggled into the crook of his neck and inhaled the scent of his shampoo deeply. Stephen ran his hand over your head gently, the other rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“You did so good for me, Baby Girl. Being such a good girl for me tonight. My best girl.” He whispers
Your heart fluttered and you asked shyly, “Your best girl?”
“Yes, Baby, always.” You give a pleased little hum and he chuckles, “Yeah? You like being my best girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You agree
“Good.” He smiles into the top of your head, “Are you okay? Was I too rough with you?”
“No, sir.” You shake your head
“You sure?” He questions, “I feel like you’re feeling sleepy already.” You’re quiet for a moment too long and Stephen encourages, “That’s alright if you are, you know?”
You give a little shrug, “S’just like I said earlier. I haven’t been sleeping well. I guess I’m a little tired.” You huff, “But I’m also horny now.”
Stephen laughs and considers for a moment before offering, “Why don’t you let Daddy take care of you? Let him do all the work tonight and then we’ll go straight to sleep.” Stephen shifts hi hips a bit, “I don’t know if you can tell, but he’s still horny too.”
You let out a sweet little giggle, “But I’m supposed to—“
“Do whatever I ask.” He cuts you off, “And I am asking you to let me take care of you. Can I do that?”
You lift your head up and search his eyes, chewing on your bottom lip, “Are you sure…”
“I’m positive, Sweetheart.” Stephen agrees, running his hands over the curve of your waist, “I just wanna’ take care of my Baby. Whatever she needs. You’ve been so good to me.”
“You’re good to me too.” You return softly, reaching up and gently tracing the outline of his goatee
“I try.” He returns, leaning up and placing a gentle kiss on your lips
You return the kiss softly, letting him lead, following wherever he bids you. His tongue licks at the seam of your lips and you part them, letting him in willingly. Stephen wraps his arms around you tight, pressing your chest firmly against his own, his cock jumping against your hip. You give a needy little whimper that drives Stephen crazy. All the noises you made for him, and that soft, sweet, innocent sound is always what made him wild.
He pulls away and instructs, “Roll off me and lay on your back.” He pats the bed beside him, “Wanna’ nurse on that pretty little clit for a while, is that okay?”
As an answer you roll off of him and onto the mattress, spreading your legs wide. Stephen grins and sits up, shifting over between your legs. 
“Wait!” You stop him before he sets to work. You sit up and take a pillow from the side of the bed and lean down, situating it under your hips and explaining, “Now you don’t have to crane your neck as far.”
Stephen’s heart gives an odd little flutter and he compliments, “See, Sweetheart? You always take such good care of me. Just gonna return the favor.” He places a gentle kiss on your inner thigh and your hips give a little wiggle, “Just let me know what feels good. I’m gonna’ be nice and gentle with you, okay? You tell me when you want more.” He leans down, his breath fanning across your folds before checking, “How many times do you wanna cum tonight? I don’t want to overstimulate you.”
You mull it over before saying, “I wanna cum at the same time as you… when you’re inside me.”
He nods, “Alright. Just lay back and enjoy this for me, Baby Girl.”
Stephen pressed his face into your right thigh, kissing your thigh, his goatee tickling your skin. He ran his hand across the other one, squeezing at the soft flesh. He loved how soft you were. You were sweet, all soft slopes and gentle curves. He would worship the ground you walked on— praise you like the goddess you are. You gave a soft sigh as Stephen’s lips wrapped around one of your lips, suckling softly. Your hips shifted beneath him and he wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you still. He moved to the other lip and gave it the same attention before pressing kisses to your other thigh. He kept his eyes on your glistening cunt, your arousal shining, your clit swollen and needy.
“You have such a pretty cunt, Baby.” He murmurs, “Could stare at her for hours.”
You give a little giggle as he nips at your thigh and remind him, “I know. You have. It was torture.”
“It was worth it in the end.” He argues, kissing your mound, “Never seen you squirt like that before.”
“Didn’t know I could.” You hum, “It felt nice.”
“Think I’ll figure out how to do it again one day. I wanna learn how to make you do it again.”
“It was the toy. That one that hits my clit and g-spot at the same time.”
“Hm… noted.” He hums, “Now close your eyes and relax, Baby Girl.”
Stephen waited until he saw you lay your head back before leaning down and took your clit between his lips. He was gentle, carefully suckling on the nub. You got overstimulated by too much suction on your clit, but it also tended to be what would send you over the edge. You gave a soft moan as Stephen’s lips parted and he started lapping at your clit. You loved having Stephen’s head between your legs. His skill with oral had range. Some nights he was ravenous, eating you like a man starved. Tonight, he was taking his time, doing what you loved. He was making out with your clit. It was slow and sensual and wet. His hands trailing over your legs, squeezing at your hips, groping your ass.
His tongue moved constantly, swirling over your clit before trailing downward and diving into your hole. You’d never met a man who craved being between a woman’s legs like Stephen. It was how you started most nights, actually. He would shuffle between the sheets and stick his head between your legs until your hole was dripping with juices.  No one had ever spent their time taking you apart like Stephen did. It was like his personal mission was watching you fall apart. And you always did.
You reached down and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling gently. Stephen gave a soft groan. The vibration makes you shake, little whimpers falling from your lips. Stephen sticks his tongue in you and moves it in and out slowly, stretching you softly.
“Oh, God… that feels good, Stephen.”
He smiles to himself but doesn’t stop to reply. He was a man on a mission. He wanted to bring you right to the edge before he went inside you. He loved sliding into you and feeling your walls flutter around him. The idea alone had him grinding his hard on into the mattress looking for relief. Stephen ram his hand up your stomach to grab at your breast, toying lightly with you nipple, your hips rolling up into him.
Stephen pulls away to ask, “You feeling okay, Baby Girl?”
“Yes.” You murmur, “Please keep going, please.”
“Will you watch me Baby? Wanna see those pretty eyes roll back in your head while I nurse on your clit.”
Your face flushes, but you nod, lightly scratching at his scalp, “Yes, Daddy.”
Stephen grins and leans back down, his eyes watching yours as he runs his tongue over your clit. Your lips part to form an ‘o’ eyes fluttering closed before snapping back open to look at his. You let out a sharp gasp, turning into a moan as he works one finger slowly into your hole. He suckles gently on your clit, fireworks bursting behind your eyelids as he slides another finger easily into you.
“Holy—“ You gasp out, “Yes, yes, yes…. oh— fuck!” Your head dropped back despite your promise to watch him, but Stephen didn’t reprimand you, too busy trying to keep his perfect pace, too busy trying to make you see stars, “S-s-stephen… I’m gonna— don’t make me—“ You choke out
He pulled his mouth away, looking down at your pretty little pearl glistening with spit, swollen and throbbing, begging for relief. He slowly pulled his fingers from your hole and watched how it fluttered, placing a little kitten lick over it at groaning at your taste. He sat back on his knees and reach up, holding his fingers out to you. You opened your lips and he slid the long, scarred digits inside, smiling to himself as you suck at them softly.
“Tell me how good that tastes…” He murmurs
“Tastes good.” You reply, pulling away from his fingers, arching your back as he trails the wet digits to your nipple, squeezing gently, “Will you fuck me to sleep, Daddy?” You ask softly
“That’s the plan.” Stephen says, running his hands down to your legs and spreading them nice and wide, “Hold your legs back for me until I get settled. Daddy wants to get nice and deep in this little pussy. Gonna fuck you nice and slow and deep… how’s that sound?”
You nod eagerly and hook your hands behind your knees, pulling them back to your chest, trying to control the flush on your cheeks at the way his eyes snap back and forth between your cunt and tits presented perfectly between your legs. He runs his hands over your thighs, shifting his hips forward, rubbing his tip between your folds. You shift impatiently and Stephen smiles down at you, tapping his head against your clit a few times. 
You whine, “Steph… don’t tease me, please.”
 “Okay, okay.” He agrees, “I’m sorry, you just look so pretty squirming.”
You pout up at him, “You’d think I’d look prettier with it actually in me.”
“You are such a needy little baby.” He chides, directing his tip to your entrance and pushing in only a bit before removing it, “So impatient for Daddy’s cock, when you know he’s gonna’ give it to you anyways.”
“Please put it in.” You plead, “Please, please, please….”
“Fuck.” He groans, taking your face between his hand with a grin, smooshing your cheeks together, “Beg for me again.”
“Please give me your dick, Daddy. Please give it to me slow and deep like you said you would. I want it so bad.”
“Oh, I know.” Stephen pouts back, sliding in slow, watching your mouth fall open, “My Baby Girl likes it when I get nice and deep in this pretty little fuck hole. That’s all she is, isn’t it? Just my pretty little fuck doll, desperate for Daddy’s cock.”
Tears well in your eyes from the stretch. It felt magnificent. Stephen always felt amazing, but nothing beat having him slide in slow, the pleasureful torture of his cock stretching you inch by inch, rubbing against your walls, making your eyes roll back in your head. It felt like heaven. 
“All yours.” You manage to breathe out, stars bursting behind your eyelids, already feeling cock drunk
Stephen kept his hands on the backs of your thighs, watching as he slid into your heat little by little, your walls wrapping him in a warm, welcomed bliss. He gave a deep moan that reverberated around the large bedroom as he settled in you completely. He watched your eyes close, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. He looked back down and watched as he pulled out, your walls gripping his cock like a vice. He brought one hand down, resting it on your mound and fingering over your clit carefully. Your tits bounce gently with each thrust, held in the perfect frame by your legs pushed up to your shoulders. 
“Look at my beautiful girl. Such a good girl for me. You feel so good, you know it?”
You give a lazy sort of smile,  “Thank you, Daddy.”
Stephen leans down and presses his lips to yours. You accept gratefully, opening your lips, begging his tongue to tangle with your own. It does in a slow, sensual pace to match his thrusts into your weeping heat. Stephen’s head spun with every little whimper that fell from your lips. He never felt better than knowing he was making you feel good. It was the most important mission he’d had in years.
He moves his arms, wrapping them beneath your shoulders, holding you close in a hug, his face buried in your shoulder. The soft groan and the muttered, ‘fuck, that’s it Baby,’ he whispers in your ear sends your skin prickling. You wrap your legs around his back, locking your ankles, your heels digging into his ass. The simple action made Stephen feel almost feral. It was such a simple act, such a simple thing, such a small bit of intimacy that triggered something primal in him. 
“God, I just wanna be deeper.” Stephen grunts out, “Wanna make myself at home inside of you, Sweetheart. Can’t get enough of you.”
Stephen was balls deep in you, and the fact he wanted more had your heart thundering. You could feel his balls against your ass, his arms wrapped around your back, his hands gripping your shoulders, his hot breath, and his pleasured moans in your ears. He sounded so fucking pretty, he felt so damn good, it was all so intense and intimate.
“S-stephen…” You whimper, “Oh my God, you feel so good.” You tangle your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, pulling gently at the soft locks, “Steph, kiss me, please.” You ask
Stephen replied immediately, trailing kisses from your shoulder, up to your neck, along your jaw, and ending on your lips. Kissing you softly, over and over again. He opened his eyes to find you staring up at him, dazed and beautiful looking. Stephen shifted ever so slightly and watched as your mouth popped open, a beautiful little gasp leaving your lips, your eyes rolling back in your head making him smile.
You stutter out the second you catch your breath, “R-right there, D-daddy. Right there, please. It feels— Jesus, that’s it.” 
“Oh? Did I find that good spot, Baby Girl?” Stephen smirks, placing another soft kiss on your parted lips
“Mhm.” You hum out happily, dazed and consumed with euphoria
“You gonna’ cum on my cock? Cream all over Daddy’s dick like the good little girl you are?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please let me cum. Please…” 
“Don’t worry Baby, I got you.” He soothes, “You don’t have to ask tonight, just do what feels right, okay? It’s about you, Sweetheart. Cum for me when you’re ready.” He whispers against your lips, “You know I love watching you hit that high. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He brushes your hair behind your ear gently, “My Baby looks so pretty wrapped around me coming undone.”
“You just make me feel so g-good.” You murmur
And it was true. It was different with Stephen. It was like floating on air. You felt so well cared for, even when it was rough, even when it was too much. And right now, it was none of that, and you were in a complete state of euphoria. You’d never done drugs, but you were certain this was better. You couldn’t fathom letting him go, you could only hold him tighter.
“You know what I think feels good?” Stephen smiles to himself, knowing just how to send you over the edge
“Hm?”
“When you let me blow my load straight into this pussy. Think about how deep it’s gonna be this time, Sweetheart. You’re gonna take it all for me, yeah? We don’t wanna waste any, wanna make sure you’re stuffed full.” He grunts, “Gonna stuff you full tonight, and tomorrow, and the next day, and one more time before you leave for class Monday morning.” He smirks, “Imagine how wet you’ll be in class then. My cum dripping out of you, horny little mess daydreaming about my cock stuffed down your throat again.” He gives a soft growl, “My nasty, perfect  little girl.”
“I’m…” You murmur, vision going blurry as the tingling feeling begins creeping up your back, your toes curling, “M’gonna… please, with me.”
“Yeah? Go ahead. Cum, Baby Girl. Let me see you let go. I’m right there with you.”
Your nails dig into his back, your hips rolling up to meet his own as your orgasm rocks through you. You give a small cry, the noise traveling straight to his cock, his balls getting tight, his release starting as soon as your walls contract from your own release. He let out his own moan, straight into your ear, only making your pussy clench around him harder. His release felt so warm and right inside you.
“Oh, God, that’s so good.” You mutter, pulling at his hair, your emotions overwhelming you quickly “Stephen…” You sob out
Stephen ruts against you softly a few more times. He can feel you clinging harder to him, your arms wrapping around his back, your legs refusing to let go. Not that he minded— not in the least— but he knew what was happening. It had only happened twice before, both of those times after very physically demanding rounds for you. 
The first time had been during one of your early throat training sessions. He would use your mouth for hours on end. You’d been physically okay, it was simply you and Stephen neither one had been prepared for the mental toll it would take on you. And he’d been very understanding, as had you. That was the strange part about your arrangement— typically, from what Stephen had found out— at least one party had previous experience. That wasn’t true in your case. You were both learning as you went. And Stephen had gotten you in some cozy clothes, held you for the next few hours, talked you down with soft-spoken words of affirmation, and fed you well… he’d taken the most amazing care of you. 
The second time it’d happened, he had you tied down to the bed and overstimulated you past your limit… you’d had to use your safe word for the first time. You’d been practically incoherent for a few hours after the fact, and Stephen untied you immediately, breaking his rule of no magic on the weekends in his bedroom to get you out of the restraints as quickly as possible. He’d pulled you into his lap and covered the two of you in the comforter, rocking you back and forth softly, murmuring words of praise and reassurance.
‘That’s okay, Baby Girl.’
‘Of course I’m not upset. If you aren’t having a god time, I’m not having a good time.’
‘It’s okay to ask to stop.’
‘You did so good for me, I’m so proud of you for using the safe word.’
‘You’re okay Sweetheart. You’re such a good girl for me, you know?’
He’d looked farther into it and from what he could tell, you were experiencing subspace. Heightened emotions, incoherence, and feelings of euphoria. But that also meant it could turn around and cause the reverse of all of that. And typically, it was the dominant’s job to control the subspace and care for their sub in the aftermath of the fall, but because it was all so new, he hadn’t known at the start. So, in the last few weeks, he’d done plenty of research on the subject to prepare himself for subspace and the possible fall. He was feeling good about it this time.
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Stephen pulls his head away from the crook of your neck to check, “Hey, Baby Girl?” You don’t answer, looking up at him with big eyes. He smiles and runs a hand over the top of your head gently, “Can Daddy pull away? He’s not going anywhere right this second, he just doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You give a little nod after some consideration and Stephen pulls out of you gently, rolling over on his back and asking, “You wanna come lay with me, or do you need some space for a minute?”
You blink harshly and swallow hard before saying, “I just need a second…”
“That’s okay, Baby.” Stephen agrees, “Can I go get something to clean us up? Get you some comfy clothes to put on?”
“Yes.” You say
“Perfect, thank you.” Stephen smiles softly, “Give me one minute, okay?”
You nod and Stephen rolls carefully off the bed, walking into the bathroom, and grabbing a washcloth. He lets the water run until it’s warm, checking the temperature to make sure it doesn’t get too hot. While he’s waiting, he takes the time to wash himself off and freshen up a bit for you. Just some water over his face, deodorant refresh, no new cologne in case it would overwhelm you. He wets the cloth down and wrings it out, grabbing another dry towel to pat you down. When he walks back into the bedroom he smiles seeing you cuddled up with one of his pillows, little eyes fluttering open and closed.
“Move to the edge of the bed for me, Sweetheart.” You give a little whine of protest and Stephen reasons, “I gotta’ clean you up, Baby. We have to make sure you don’t get an infection. And then I’m gonna’ put you in some comfy clothes, and I can either lay here with you, or I can go sit by the fire and read, or I can go to my office if you need some time alone. Okay?”
You give a little snort, but roll over, spreading your legs for him. He gives a little chuckle and wipes over your face first, your nose scrunching, another whine of protest. He then wiped over your chest and stomach, down and over your vulva carefully, making you squirm, a little squeak leaving your lips.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Stephen soothes patting you dry, “But all done now. Let me get you a tee and…” He pretends to consider for a moment asking, “What about a skirt? You wanna wear a skirt to sleep?” You give a little giggle and shake your head no, “How about… some jeans?”
“No.” You smile shyly
“No? How about… my boxers?”
“Hmm… no thank you.”
He nods, “Sweats?”
“Yes, please.” You agree happily
“Perfect. Be right back.”
Your eyes follow Stephen as he walks over to his dresser, first pulling out a pair of briefs for himself. He then goes to the closet and pulls out a sweatshirt and a pair of sweats. As he walks back over to the bed, you sit up without having to be asked.
“Thank you for sitting up for me, Baby. That’s so good.” He compliments
“Thank you, Daddy.” You smile up at him, holding up your arms as he holds out the sweatshirt
He then pulls on the sweats carefully before walking back over to his drawers and pulling out a sweatshirt for himself. He turns around to find you sitting on the edge of the bed, arms held out to him, grabby hands in full effect. He chuckles and walks back over, your arms immediately wrapping around his waist, your chin resting on his abdomen as you stare up at him with big eyes. He runs a hand over the top of your head, smiling down at you.
“You did so well for me tonight, Baby Girl. I’m so proud of you. Thank you.”
You snuggle your face into his tummy and smile to yourself, “You’re welcome.”
“Now, what do we want to do?” You pause, little hands grabbing at the back of his sweatshirt, “Can I lay down with you? I think it’s time to go to sleep. I want you to get some rest.”
“Will you talk to me while I fall asleep?” You ask
“Of course, Baby.” He agrees, reaching over and pulling back the comforter, “Come get comfy.”
You crawl over and bury yourself under the comforter, smiling up at Stephen as he tucks you in. He crawls into the bed and lies down next to you, letting you shuffle over and curl up next to him like a little cat. Stephen wraps his arms around you and runs his hands over your back slowly. Your eyes immediately start growing heavy, exhaustion catching up with you quick.
“How are you feeling?” He asks
“I’m tired.” You murmur back
“Yeah? How about physically? Is anything hurting?” You shake your head no, “Are we just feeling tired now?”
“Tired and confused.” You admit, “Everything is just so much.”
Stephen nods and kisses the top of your head, “Life does that sometimes, huh?”
“It sucks.” You huff
“I know it.” Stephen says, “But I hope you know, I want to help you through it, okay? Whatever is best for you.”
“That’s… sweet…” You murmur, “Thank you.”
Stephen smiles softly to himself, “Alright. Go to sleep, Sweetheart. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”
“G’night.” 
“Good night.”
Stephen waited until your breathing evened out, soft, incoherent whispers as you drifted off to sleep. He kept his arms around you holding you close. He wanted to fall asleep with you in his arms so he’d know the first thing when you woke up. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and closed his own eyes, letting himself drift off.
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hughes86-43 · 27 days
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Always | L.Hughes
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warnings - none! probably some grammar errors!
summary - Dad!Luke fluff! (w a bit of sadness(?) for like two paragraphs)
“Daddy! Daddy! you’re home!” Your daughter said to Luke as soon as he had gotten in through the front door of your house.
As she said it, she was running as fast as she could to him, and as soon as she got to him, Luke scooped her up and held her in his arms, “I am baby, I missed you! Where is mommy at?”
“Mommas is in the kitchen, she’s getting dinner ready!” Your daughter said, her and Luke made their way in the kitchen to find you.
As soon as Luke said he was heading home, you got busy making dinner for all of you, like you always do. Looking up from your phone, where you were texting Luke’s mom Ellen about a recipe, you heard footsteps coming closer. Putting your phone down, you keep an eye on the doorway, slowly you see two sets of eyes look around the corner, along with some giggling.
Keeping up the same theatrics, you creep closer to them, trying not to giggle yourself. As you make it to the doorway, you say, “I’m going to get you two!”
“Ah mommy no!” As your daughter buries her face in Luke’s neck laughing.
“If you two are going to try to scare me, you at least have to be quieter,” You say looking up at your daughter and Luke. Luke just throws his head back laughing, and he pulls you into his side to hug you also.
“We will try better next time,” He says going for a kiss, “I’ve missed you both.”
He had been gone for a week long roadie, and you and your daughter had been calling and FaceTiming him all week any chance you could. Although, you were used to it, having been with him since you were 19, your daughter hasn’t fully gotten used to it. You two had her by accident when you were both 21, and although it was rough, with you still finishing school and Luke getting the hang of playing for the Devils, you both wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“We’ve missed you too, haven’t we honey?”, asking your daughter.
Nodding her head, she says, “Can I go play with my toys now?”
Laughing at her impatience, Luke sets her down and she’s off to play with her toys. Bringing you into a full on hug now, he says, “How have you been momma?”
“I’ve been good, she’s a handful sometimes, but other than that, it’s been good, but I’m so glad you’re home now.”
“Me too and we have home games for a bit, so I’ll be here for a while,” Luke kissed your forehead. “Now whatcha cooking? I’m starving”
“Babe you’re always hungry, but I’ve gotten a recipe for spaghetti from your mom that I’ve been wanting to try, it’s baked spaghetti, so it’s just finishing up in the oven,” He follows you back into the kitchen, “Do you want to go shower and change while it’s finishing up?”
“I took a shower before we boarded the plane, so I’ll just go change real quick,” giving you a quick pat on the butt, he turns and walks out of the kitchen, stopping to talk to your daughter real quick.
You hear their conversation from the kitchen, your daughter says, “Daddy! Look at the new Barbie mommy got me!”
You know what’s going to come next since you and Luke both told each other not to get your daughter anymore presents since her birthday is so soon. However, you couldn’t tell her no after she gave you puppy dog eyes at the toy store.
Replying back to her, Luke says with a laugh, “Oh did she now? Doesn’t she know that you have enough toys! I love it though baby, I’ll be right back.”
Hearing Luke come back into the kitchen, you go back to checking on the food, you hear him cough, “Hey babe?”
Slightly turning your head, you give him a shy smile, “Yes?”
You see him leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, he asks, “What happened to not getting her anymore toys until her birthday?”
You shrug your shoulders, “Umm I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You couldn’t resist giving him a sweet smile, as you know he’s not really mad about it.
“Hmm sure you do,” he says with a wink, “As if you didn’t get on to me about bringing her home a stuffed bear two weeks ago.”
“Hey! You know as good as me that you can never say no to those puppy dog eyes!”, you say, and he makes his way around the kitchen island to you again.
Coming to stand behind you, he whispers into your ear, “Don’t worry I couldn’t resist not bringing her home another stuffed animal, I think we both have a problem babe.”
Leaning back into his chest, you laugh. “We better stop before we have to convert a whole other room into a play room just for her toys.”
“I know, I know. I just hate not coming back with anything, especially when I’m gone for so long,” he says resting his chin on your head.
Sighing you say, “I get it, we both know it’s hard, but she’ll understand eventually. She just misses her dad sometimes but she knows you’ll always come back home to her.”
Squeezing you tighter, he adds, “And I’ll always come back home to you too, always the both of you, forever.”
Turning around you kiss him, humming into the kiss, he pulls you into him and you run your hands up and down his back. The oven timer has you both pulling away, “I’ll get it out and get everything done, if you go change into something comfier and then check on her and bring her in here.”
“Sounds good, but don’t think I’m not going to continue this little make out session later tonight,” he says winking at you again. Even though you have been together for years, he never fails at making you blush.
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annknnwa · 8 months
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Always wondered why people liked darker kinks, kinks like cheating, cuckholding, denial and so on. I always enjoyed the more happy side of sex, the vanilla pure joy sex. But oh Trinity, I just couldn’t resist.
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Trinity was always a popular girl, more notorious actually. Always surrounded by rumours that she was a massive slut, that she sleeps around, it was no wonder that guys would give her their undivided attention. In the unlikely event the rumours were real, maybe they could enjoy her too.
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But things were never that simple. While the rumours were true, not just any guy could participate. After all, Trinity was the queen bee, the top prize. To many, she was the dream girl, the dream fuck, the most wanted. But to me, Trinity was a friend.
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I’ve known her since our Polytechnic days. I had always done projects with her and been the “parent friend” for her, giving advice when requested for, mostly for relationship and love. It was through those conversations that I realised Trinity sleeps around quite a bit. Having multiple FWBs, she would satisfy her intense libido.
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Over time however, I also found Trinity was very obvious with who she wants or who her next target was. To start she was very touchy. Always accidentally touching your shoulder or arm, accidentally pressing her breast on your back when trying to see what you were seeing. But her butt was the biggest tease, both in size and effect. That perfect, tight, firm ass was in a class of its own. Nothing she did to tease me ever worked, until she sat in my lap while working on a project, attempting to tease me. I never had any desires for her, but how could you deny that butt. No man or god or being could.
But I didn’t realise what she had planned, and how she would corrupt me.
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Meet Habi, her most loyal FWB, her most desperate and her most played with. Habi had feelings for Trinity for a long time, but Trinity only used him for pleasure. What he lacked in size, he made up with effort, and that was enough for her. Habi was her most frequent FWB, until me
“I don’t really like him anymore, You’re gonna help me replace him, but I don’t want to just drop him, I want to break him”
“Why? Why be cruel? Just drop him and move on you don’t have to hurt him?”
“Oh this isn’t for him, it’s for me. I want to drop him, but I want to satisfy my kinks while we’re at it, and you’re gonna help me my bull :)”
I knew she had something planned, but i didn’t know how bad it’d be and how it’ll flip a switch in me.
“Hey what do you have planned my queen? Why the blindfold and why did you bind me?”
Trinity had invited habi to her place and gave a sorry excuse that she wanted to try something new.
“Oh please, I want to try something new, I want to be in control and for you to have absolutely no control”
Trinity continued to sweet talk to Habi for a bit all while he was blindfolded, not realising that while she was whispering sweet nothings to him, her bare ass was grinding on my cock.
“Oh you were always sooooo sweet to me. Always tryiiiiingggg to please meeeee, with your tinnnnnyyy cock”
Trinity was already slowly pulling his pants off, and seeing his tiny meat, i let out a chuckle
“who was that? is someone else there?”
“No one is there, don’t be silly, why would I-”
I couldn’t help it, her bare butt, her pink pussy was just inviting me to touch it. I had to stick a pinky in just to feel how wet it was.
“Stop he’ll know, give me a while more please daddy”
She whispered to me, and gave me a wink. She was saying no but she was pushing back on my two fingers inside her. But her saying Daddy, was the final straw.
I grabbed her waist and gave her the hungry look, a look that told her I’m having you now, and you’re gonna take me
A small wiggle of her butt and I knew she was ready.
“Okayyyyyyy surprise Habi! I’m dumping you! Meet my new bull”
She ripped off his blindfold and as she did she plunged my cock deep inside her pussy. She let out a deep shriek as my cock kissed her womb, poking the deepest part of her pussy. Her body shuddered as it got used to the biggest she ever had. Even her thrust was overestimated, sending her body into an instant orgasm even before we started moving.
“Wha- what’s going on, who is he? Trinity….?”
Habi was crestfallen, not angry, not shocked but his spirit was destroyed.
“Please Trinity, don’t do this” he continued to beg as she came over and over, as she screamed louder and louder in pleasure. Hearing him beg and sob almost made me slow down, but something flipped inside of me, I got harder. The pace was slow because she needed to get used to the new size, but it was too late, a kink was realised and I grabbed her waist tighter.
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“DONT FUCKING STOP, KEEP GOING OMG IM GONNA CUM AGAIN”
Trinity was grabbing onto Habi’s shirt as he sat there bound, unable to move, watching his idol get used, fucked and filled over and over.
“GOD, I CANT USE ANY OTHER COCK ANYMORE, NOTHING WILL MAKE ME CUM LIKE THIS AGAIN”
All this time, Trinity didn’t realise that her fucked up way of dropping FWBs made me discover a new kink of immoral sex, and the thought of stealing her from someone who wanted her just turned love making into fucking.
“CUM INSIDE, FILL ME, MARK ME, IM YOUR WOMAN NOW, GIVE IT TO ME”
Shouting this while staring at habi inches from his face, Trinity caught on that it turned me on. With one hard thrust, I pierced right into her womb, and pumped her full of cum. The motion pushed her forward and made her kiss Habi on the lips. A final kiss goodbye for him on the lips, a kiss in her womb for my cock. She was mine now, and Habi was the first witness.
“Sorry Habi, but you’re just too small and this thing-“ kisses my cock and licks off the remaining cum “this beautiful cock is gonna fill me up over and over again, just like tonight”
Trinity loosened the restraints but Habi just sat there, crying into his hands, while cum dripped out of his cock, feeling ashamed that seeing his girl get her mind fucked out and leaving with another man made him cum.
“I’m sorry” I gestured to him as I left the room with trinity, knowing damn well, I was gonna fuck her till we couldn’t walk.
“Ya know, I meant what I said. No other cock is gonna make me cum again after what you did. And from how much is dripping out of me right now, Id say you enjoyed it too?”
I nodded sheepishly, feeling embarrassed that she was spot on. She grabbed my cock again through my pants and started rubbing it
“Well I have a few more FWBs to drop… Wanna do this again?”
Another story request! Back to my fucked up cheating and stealing fantasies. It was really fun to write this story!
Thanks to @slxttytrinity for the request and pics for the story. Though some of the content was way more explicit, like actual um content. I used non-explicit content for this post cause it’s a fantasy after all, use your imagination to think of what trinity actually looks like, ya perverts. Check her out too! She’s a ton of fun to talk too :D
Send in your requests! I write strictly from my perspective so if that’s what you’re looking for, drop me a dm! Till the next fantasy :)
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crystlizabeth · 5 months
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Dad!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & his hellion youngertwin!Zhuri because she’s a daddy’s girl!!
A/n: Zhuri is about 6-7 years old.
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-dad!Simon loves both of his girls dearly but as almost any child dose they have a favorite parent. Zhuri ila Riley his youngest twin and a little shit that rained hell whenever she pleased.
-dad!Simon who’s quiet but is always accompanied by the most social little girl know to man kind.
-dad!Simon who if he had to run errands Zhuri would go with sitting on the front of his motorcycle her pink helmet on waving at cars at lights.
-dad!Simon who asked Sa’Diya if she wanted to go out with him and his sister always making sure to include both girls but Diya always said ‘no thank imma stay with mama’
-dad!Simon who knows Zhuri is his own little guard fog thanks to her mama either scaring off ladies that would try chatting up her daddy or interrupting said conversation putting the attention on her.
-dad!Simon who hated when people would tell him that his daughter is a pretty thing not in the creepy way but in they way he knows boys will like her.
“Ari what do we think of boys?” Simon mumbled looking down at his daughter.
Zhuri scrunched her face gagging holding her little hand to her throat continuously gagging “disgusting and stupid.” She shouted causing her own little scene
Simon grinned under his black face mask looking up at the older lady his had a scared look on her face.
Simon only laughed lightly watching the lady walk away as his daughter continued her dramatic reaction smacking the back of her head lightly because people were starting to stare.
“Alright ya little shit, lets go love..” he laughed waiting for the kids to start fallowing him.
-Dad!simon whenever his wife put him to do something she would come ‘bother’ him starting to beat on him hoping to get a reaction out of her dad.
-dad!simon who playfully pushed Zhuri down and she would come right back up to beat on him. To be honest she was a biter.
-dad!simon who had gotten so used of her biting him that he just gave her a ‘are you serious look’ only for her to laugh and continue fulfilling her mission to get her fathers attention.
-dad!simon when he dose play fight with her it can get rough real fast and one time he accidentally pushed her back causing her to hit her head on the side counter. He felt so bad and scared him self because he knew she was hurting he picked her up as she continued to rub the back of her head Simon saying sorry over and over again and that he didn’t mean to be so rough.
-dad!simon who had the young girl tell him over and over it���s okay and it’s not his fault and that it doesn’t even hurt that bad even though there were tears welding up in her pretty eyes.
-dad!simon who watch his wife look at them both trying to figure out why her husband and daughter were both on the edge of tears only for Simon saying he hurt his babygirl.
“Are you kidding me.” Simon watched as his wife put her hand on her chest out of relief.
“You big baby I’ve watch her get beat on worse by her sister she just bumped her head honey.” She reassured Simon her hand rubbing her daughter’s head kissing it.
“You alright baby you know daddy ain’t mean to hurt ya.” She said.
Zhuri nodded “I know it was and accident..” she muttered softly.
“See Si she’s alright.” She spoke watching her daughter lean into her father her arms wrapping around his neck.
“Such a daddy’s girl.” She laughed lightly patting Zhuri’s back kissing Simon real quick.
-dad!Simon who was inside with his wife as the two girls played outside watching them form the window when he saw Zhuri fall in the distance soon to hear a blood curtailing scream from Sa’diya and then a shouting for her parents. Mind you both parents work in said army both of them running out side seeing blood on ‘Diyas hands and Zhuri sitting crying her eyes out as she held her mouth.
-dad!simon who had to rush In daughter to the hospital because she fell her face hitting the ground so hard her top teeth had gone through her bottom lip and fallin both out when she sat up.
-dad!simon who sat the with his daughter bleeding in the back seat his wife holding both teeth and a towel to Zhuris face as she cried for her daddy. Sa’diya who sat in the front crying aswell feeling back because she had pushed her sister while playing.
“Diya baby it’s alright things happen, I know Zhuri but daddy has to drive.” His wife spoke to the two girls.
“I didn’t mean to Ari im so sorry..” ‘Diya sobbed.
“It’s alright Sj I promise Zhuri is gonna be okay.” Simon spoke looking over at the older twin
-yeah that was an eventful evening, but non the less dad!simon stayed with his hellion at the ER till 4 in the morning while his wife and other daughter went home because there’s school In the morning.
-dad!simon who got into her bed with her and held her because she was in so much pain even though she was still drugged up. Her fresh stitches in her bottom lip Simon had to keep prying her hand away because she wanted to touch them because the were itchy.
-dad!simon who wanted nothing but you yell at the doctor, because he had left with answering was there any other damage to her teeth, how long will the stitches be in and what is she taking for the pain.
-dad!simon who luckily knew that the teeth that fell out were still baby teeth.
“Daddy..” Zhuri muttered.
“Yeah baby?” He whispered rocking her.
“Am I gonna have a scar..” she asked.
Simon who didn’t know if she was gonna burst out into tears if he told her that there definitely was, “Probably baby just a small one should fade…”
“I want one, be cool, just like you..” she slurred.
Simon closed his eyes taking a breath she wanted a scar like him like the scars that sat on his face, she didn’t truly know what those scars were from but they didn’t make him cool.. but right now they would be just because is baby thinks they are.
“I wanna be like you daddy… I wanna be brave like you.. and help people.. I want people to like me.. I wang to be able to be quieter too, so people don get so upset with me be like sissy you know..” she spoke softly her lip quivering.
It wasn’t often Simon saw her cry, and to hear that lasts sentence. Something was going on at school it seemed maybe at her gymnastics as well.
“What’s going on love why do you think you have to be quiet..” he asked.
“My teachers keep getting mad and kids at school are mean— why are they so mean alway telling me ti shut up..” she cried lightly.
That made simons blood boil, “Ari, you should never let someone make you be quiet. Being loud is who you are it’s not a bad thing your big spirited, your such a brigh and love-able person Zhuri. You be loud in my favorite thing I love hearing you talk, and being excited about things. Don’t let them bring you down because you’re being you.” Simon said kissing her forehead whipping away her tears.
-dad!Simon who when they got home ended up sleeping next to her on the couch.
-dad!Simon knew that even through the hard times she would always be his light, nothing was the same everyday.
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A/n: I know it’s a bit everywhere but I love dramatics and I love Simon and Zhuri they’re my favorites! Probably gonna write more about them!!
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janaispunk · 1 month
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end game
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series masterlist • this is part VII
pairing: Dave York x f!reader
word count: ~3.8k
summary: Heartbreak, an explanation and an epilogue.
warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), angst, feelings, heartbreak, depression, mention of weight loss, fluff, able-bodied reader, reader has hair, dom!Dave, sub!reader, sir kink, degradation kink, fingering, unprotected p in v (it's never stated in the fic but i headcanon that reader is on birth control), basically free use kink, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, spit kink, praise kink, Dave is a menace, praise kink, idiots in love, please let me know if i missed anything!
a/n: the biggest thank you to @joelscurls for letting me scream about this again and againnnnn, and reading over my drafts countless times, you’re the best, jess! <3
thank you to @daddy-dins-girl for talking plot holes with me and motivating me to write <3
thank you to everyone who has read and loved this series, i have received sooooo many kind words, feedback and just so much love. i started writing this as a pwp oneshot and the fact that it has turned into my first series ever and one that i had soooo much fun with is wild. i’m incredibly emotional about saying goodbye to my babies, maybe i’ll revisit them when i need to write some kinky shit out of my system haha. i hope that you like the ending that i’ve built for them.
a few words about the plot: i actually have zero clue how the hitman business works (shocker, i know), so some parts of this are purposefully vague in a way that i hope is believable and somewhat realistic. just roll with it, thanks :D
dividers as always by @saradika-graphics 🫶🏻
find my full masterlist here & follow @janaispunknotifs for fic updates.
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The first week you don’t hear from Dave, you’re confused, but not necessarily worried yet. There have been weeks of silence in the past, though you’ll admit that you had thought that things might be… different now.
Your texts to him stay on delivered, never switching to read. Which has also happened before, especially when he was away on business, but still… The thought that he has gone back to his normal life without sparing as much as a glance back at your time together is nagging at you.
You can still feel his hands on your skin, can still hear him whisper in your ear how beautiful you look, how perfect you are for him. It’s hard to come to terms with the thought that it wasn’t real, that his words and actions didn’t hold the same weight for him that they did for you. Reality has finally caught up to you and it hurts.
When two weeks blend into three weeks and you’ve still heard nothing, you start getting worried. He had said his line of work was dangerous, after all.
Your conversation, still so close and yet a lifetime ago, echoes in your mind. 'Nothing's gonna happen,’ you had said. ‘Not to the girls, not to me. And not to you.’ And not to you. ‘You don’t know that, sweetheart,’ his voice rings through your head. Sweetheart. The word tastes bitter on your tongue and wraps itself around your chest until you feel like you’re choking with it, like you can’t draw breath into your lungs anymore.
Sweetheart.
You don’t know that.
Sweetheart.
You start looking him up online, to find anything that might at least tell you that he’s okay. You don’t want to believe that he would be cruel enough to ghost you, but you barely dare to consider the alternative. You find nothing, no mention of his name, like he doesn’t even exist.
Your calls stay unanswered, your messages stay unread. You find yourself subconsciously checking your texts and your emails countless times a day, catch yourself staring out of your window in the blind hope that he might appear outside. He wouldn’t just leave you like this, would he? Would he?
Days blur into weeks and eventually into months. You’re painfully aware that it’s not healthy, this kind of heartbreak, especially not over a relationship that never even meant anything. If only your heart would understand that.
It was never serious enough that you told any of your friends about it, never wanted to be labeled as the girl that sleeps with married men, never wanted to admit your feelings to someone else when you could barely admit them to yourself. Regardless, even without knowing what exactly was going on, your friends had tried to be there for you, to convince you to go out with them, to cheer you up, but you had turned them down often enough that on this Friday night, your phone stays silent.
It’s better this way. All you want to do is rot away on your couch, staring at the TV with unseeing eyes until it’s an acceptable time to go to bed. Maybe it won’t take you hours of lying in the dark to fall asleep tonight. Maybe it won’t remind you of a different kind of darkness in a different room, a room where the sound of waves against the shore and the deep breaths beside you lulled you to sleep.
You need to get yourself together, your inner voice whispers. Next week, you think. Or the one after that.
A knock on your door shakes you out of your thoughts and you pad over, expecting to be met with the Chinese takeout that you had ordered in hopes of fueling your appetite at least a bit with the prospect of comfort food. Absentmindedly, you note the surprisingly short delivery time. You barely look up as you swing the door open, busy fiddling with your purse to extract a few dollar bills.
After finally managing to pull them out, you face the doorway. A greeting dies in your throat.
Familiar deep brown eyes burn into yours, framed by the face that you wish you’d forget but can’t. The short brown hair, the clean shaven jawline that you can still feel underneath your fingertips, the memory all too fresh in your mind. He looks tired, you think, and instantly scold yourself for knowing him well enough to even notice.
The seconds tick by as you motionlessly stare at him, blinking slowly, your mind running a mile a minute. Why is he here? He can’t be here. Are you making this up? If so, things are far worse than you had thought.
He clears his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably. It’s probably the least sure of himself that you’ve ever seen him.
“Hey,” he murmurs, his hand twitching like he almost reached out to you but changed his mind. “Can I- can I come in?”
You regard him for a moment longer. The sound of his voice makes him appear more real, and the fog in your head slowly clears. He’s alive. He’s here. In front of your door. Alive and well. Your emotions boil up inside of you.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You think you can just show up here after months and ask if you can come in? I thought you were… I thought…”
Your voice betrays you, breaking at the sharp sting of pain in your chest that you’ve fruitlessly tried to suppress and the feeling of your throat closing up. Tears spill over and you furiously wipe at your cheeks, determined to keep some semblance of dignity.
“I know,” Dave breathes, defeatedly. “I’m so sorry. Please let me explain.” His hand reaches towards you again. You shy away from his touch and an expression of hurt ripples across his face. “Please, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Your voice only trembles a little as you snap at him. After another look at his face, you eventually step aside and jerk your head towards your living area. You briefly think about how messy the place is, for how many weeks you didn’t have it in yourself to clean up. You can’t bring yourself to care. Seeing him walk through your flat again after being so painfully aware of his absence leaves you almost dizzy. You take the opposite ends of your couch, both of your bodies stiff, careful not to touch one another.
“Okay,” you sigh. “Explain.”
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So he explains. How he received a call, barely thirty minutes after he stepped into his house, with a mission that was too perfect of an opportunity to pass it up. There had been no time to let you know, the risk too high to use his personal phone once he started working.
He goes back to the persona that took up half of his life for so long, the identity that is no more, the man that fell down a watchtower and was washed away by the sea. Body never found. At least that’s what everyone who knew this man thinks. Everyone who knew him, but not Dave York.
He’s been thorough with it, with the most important mission he’s ever done. There are no loose ends, no one who could trace things back to the real him.
It took longer than he had anticipated and he kept laying low afterwards, until he could be absolutely sure that no one would be looking for him anymore.
He doesn’t think that he’ll ever get rid of the worry, ever stop looking over his shoulder, but rationally, he knows that he did it. He got out.
Then he had talked to Carol, let her know that he wants a divorce. It had been- easy, almost. She didn’t cry, didn’t scream at him, just nodded like she had known this day would come for a long time. He thinks that she almost seemed relieved, in a way.
Your eyes had been glued to his face since he started speaking. Tears are silently running down your cheeks.
“I know that I should have found a way to contact you. I didn’t-” He sighs, running a hand over his face. “I didn’t know what to do. I was so worried that someone would find out about you. I never wanted to hurt you, you have to believe that.” He knows that he looks a mess, that his desperation to make you understand is written all over his features.
Every day that he didn’t call you, he knew that he was hurting you. He tried justifying it with himself, that having you think he left you was better than risking somebody coming after you. It never gave him much comfort.
It’s even worse, now that he sees the damage he had done. You have lost weight, deep circles have formed under your eyes and you move like you’re barely holding yourself together. He saw the panic on your face when he tried reaching for you at the door. No matter what he had done to you in the past, you always sought out the safety of his touch afterwards. Until now.
“Please believe me,” he whispers.
You study his face for what feels like a lifetime. Tears are glistening on your lashes. You look so tired, so defeated that it makes his heart ache.
“You’ve done it?” you finally ask. Your voice is a quiet thing, barely bridging the distance between the two of you. A flicker of hope rings with it. “You’re safe now?”
He nods silently, fighting the urge to gather you in his arms, to promise you that he’ll always be there from now on. A small smile curves your lips upward as you mirror his nod, like you’re trying to let this new reality sink in.
“That’s good,” you murmur.
You lean forward, your fingers tentatively closing around his fist that’s clenched tightly against his thigh.
Hope flickers inside his chest. He can taste the three words that he’s been wanting to say to you for far too long on the tip of his tongue. He’s not going to, not right now, not today. But someday soon, he thinks that he might.
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Two years later
“Bye girls, say hi to your mom and Matt from me,” you smile, embracing each of them in a tight hug before they dash out of the door, a jumble of giggles and excited chatter. Dave trails behind them with a grin on his face, pecking your lips and calling out for them to slow down.
Your heart is full, overflowing with love for this family that, against all odds, has become yours. You watch Dave usher his daughters into the car and push the doors closed behind them, the smile still on your lips. As you walk back into the house, your eyes linger on the thin silver band adorning your ring finger.
It’s still new, still an unexpected sight when you catch it on the edge of your periphery. It’s the tangible proof of you being the happiest you’ve ever been.
Things had been rough at first, after Dave came back to you. You understood why he handled the situation the way he did, but it took you a long time to trust that he wouldn’t disappear again. To believe that he left his old life behind, that he chose you. But he did.
You busy yourself with cleaning up the inevitable chaos that having the girls over for Dave’s days with them always creates. It’s not the life that you would have expected yourself to have a few years ago, but right now, it feels like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.
A few minutes later, your phone pings with a message from Dave.
Be back in 15. I expect you naked and on your knees waiting by the door.
You bite your lip, heat building inside you with rapid speed. Your phone pings again.
Don’t disappoint me.
Fuck. Wetness is already gathering between your legs as you jump into action.
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The car door slamming shut has never sounded so good before. You’re listening intently, catching Dave’s heavy footsteps on the stairs and the jingle of his keys before the door opens beside where you’re kneeling.
You look up at him from your place on the floor, watching the mix of smugness and adoration on his face as he takes in your position. A shudder runs through you and your nipples harden under his demanding gaze. He steps closer, caressing your cheek.
“Such a good girl… my obedient little wife, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” you whimper, the coherent thoughts slowly draining from your brain and craving more of his touch, more of him.
He smiles down at you, his eyes glinting predatorily. You’ve come to know this shift into the darkness since you first met, but it’s more playful these days, not laced with the urgency that possessed him back then. Still, he gets intense, especially after having the girls over forces you to keep things rather tame during those days.
“Show me your ass, face on the ground, come on,” he demands coldly.
You obey without question, turning around and bending forward, pressing your upper body down to the floor and presenting your backside to him. He lands a couple of slaps on your cheeks and you flinch, moaning out softly. Your pussy already feels slick with arousal.
“What do you say?” he asks, rubbing his hand over the heated skin.
“Thank you, sir,” you whisper.
Another slap hits you. “Do you know what you did to deserve this?”
You wrack your brain for a few moments, but come up blank.
“I- no, sir.” Your voice is small and breathy, your body bracing for the impact of his hand again.
He chuckles. “Nothing. I just felt like it.” Another slap. “And you’re mine to do as I please, isn’t that right?” Your thighs are trembling. You’re so wet that it feels like you’re dripping onto the floor.
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“You know what’s the most fucked up about this?” He crouches down beside your face and strokes your cheek softly, smiling down at you. “How much you whore like it.”
He straightens up and heads for the stairs. “Bedroom, come on.”
You don’t even try standing up, knowing that he won’t let you, and crawl behind him, which earns you another chuckle and a “good girl”.
The image of your naked form on your knees behind Dave who hasn’t removed a stitch of clothing sends another bolt of arousal through you. You’re desperate for him to touch you.
He roughly lifts you up and manhandles you onto the bed until you’re spread out underneath him.
“So…” He grabs your wrists and holds them over your head, pressing them into the mattress. “These stay right here, you hear me? Don’t move, or do I have to restrain you?”
You pout at the prospect of not being allowed to put your hands on him, but obediently hold them in place when he eases his grip on you. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
He grins down at you. “I know you will. Got my girl well trained, haven’t I?”
His words make your pussy clench around nothing and your “yes, sir” comes out in a whimper.
He leans in closer, spreading your thighs wider with his body and you force yourself not to buck your hips up against him. The craving for any part of him to touch you, for any kind of friction, is overwhelming.
“Please, sir,” you whisper. Your pleading eyes hold his cold gaze as he’s leaning over you.
“Patience,” he growls. “Open your mouth.” A disapproving click of his tongue. “Wider.”
You part your lips as widely as you can, sticking your tongue out and trying not to squirm against the sheets. He remains motionless for a few seconds, taking in your desperate state with a cruel smirk on his face.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. Then he tips his head forward and spits into your waiting mouth. The filthy feeling of his saliva coating your tongue and filling your mouth almost drives you insane with want and you groan, shifting against his thick thighs between yours, but to no avail. You wait for his next command, your mouth still wide open, not daring to swallow before he tells you to.
But no command comes. Instead, he reaches up to press two fingers down on your tongue, dipping into your mouth and smearing your combined spit over your face. The silver band on his ring finger is cool against your skin and you shudder, loving the reminder that he’s really, entirely yours.
Your body feels like it’s burning up, your hands are twitching and you’re desperate to move them, to touch him, to do something, but you hold yourself still until he finally tells you to, “swallow, baby.”
He smiles and finds your lips for a surprisingly soft kiss, cupping your face in his hands. “You’re being so good,” he tells you gently. “Are you having fun?”
“Yes,” you smile, chasing his lips when he pulls back, but he tuts at you and you fall back against the bed, huffing out a breath. “Just… please.”
“Patience,” he reminds you, the softness gone as quick as it came. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
You bite your lip, but stay put while he stands up to finally start removing his clothes. He’s agonizingly slow with it, holding your hungry gaze while he unbuttons his shirt in unhurried movements that make you want to tear the clothes off his body yourself.
You drink him in, first the sight of his broad chest and his strong shoulders, then his muscular legs, and finally, making your mouth water and your pussy burn with desire, his cock.
As much as he keeps taunting you, you know him well enough by now to be able to tell that he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him, even when he’s trying to conceal it. He returns to you, sitting back on his haunches and drinking you in, until after what feels like hours, he finally reaches out and swirls his fingers through the wetness between your legs. It’s a barely there touch, but you’re so painfully turned on and sensitive that you let out a gasp.
“So fucking wet,” he marvels and applies the slightest bit of pressure to your clit. It’s enough to make you see stars and you’re sure that he could make you come just from this. But, of course he won’t. He laughs at your reaction and retracts his hand to lean forward instead until he’s on top of you again, your legs spread wide to accommodate him and his cock slides through your folds.
He lowers his head to nip and suck at the skin under your jaw, one hand toying with your breasts and your hardened nipples. Your whole body is buzzing, he’s so close and it’s so much, but it’s not enough, not enough, not enough.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks, peppering your skin with kisses and rocking his hips in small movements that make his cock nudge at your clit over and over.
“F-fuck me, please, I’ll do anything,” you beg, your body still obediently stretched out underneath him with your arms above your head. He nods wordlessly and reaches down to position himself at your soaking entrance.
“Be as loud as you want,” he growls against your neck. “I missed making you scream.”
He bites at your skin at the same time as his thrust into you punches the air from your lungs. You scream, just like he asked, as he hammers into you, his lips still attached to your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. The sensation of finally being filled by him, of feeling the stinging stretch of the way he forcefully pounds into you is like heaven. You think that you’re talking, crying out a mix of his name and sir and please over and over.
You’re flying towards your climax and judging from his groans, he can already feel you tighten around him.
“Go ahead,” he groans, before you’ve even strung the words to ask for permission together in your mind. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
He pinches your nipple just once and the additional sensation is enough to send you flying, your pussy clenching around his cock and drenching him in your arousal as you scream out his name. It’s pure bliss, and you never want to come down.
“That’s it,” he growls, not slowing his movements, fucking you through the aftershocks until you’re a whining mess beneath him, “that’s my perfect girl, fuck-”
You force your eyes open to smile up at him, taking in the wrecked expression on his face, relishing in the knowledge that you’re the one to make him look like this. You just really wish you could touch him.
“P-please, can I-” you’re breathless, barely able to speak, and jerk your head towards your hands above you.
“Yeah,” he rasps, his thrusts somehow growing even more forceful, “do whatever you want, baby.”
Your hands fly towards his body, touching every inch of his skin that you can reach, nails digging into his back and fingers grasping at his hair, pulling him closer, closer, until he’s everywhere, all you can see, all you can taste, all you can feel.
“Fuck!” he swears, grabbing your shoulders and holding you in place as he’s pounding into you, “give me another one, touch yourself, come on-”
His thrusts are becoming erratic and you know that he’s close to his own climax. It only takes a few swipes of your fingers over your clit until you’re coming again, soaring through the heights of your pleasure, your whole body trembling with your release. Dave’s hips stutter and he comes with a shout, pulsing inside of your fluttering pussy until finally, you both still.
He drops his sweat-slicked forehead against your chest, peppering your skin with kisses and engulfing you in the warmth of his arms. After cleaning you up, he moves your bodies until you’re tucked against his side, one arm thrown across his chest while he holds you close.
You’ll never get tired of the feeling of his naked body against yours, of the way he feels like he was made for you. By now, you can admit that he had always felt like this.
“I love you,” he says, lips moving against your hair.
You press your face deeper into his neck. “I love you.”
It’s easy, now. Words that you say every day.
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chapter one pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)
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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.
synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.
or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.
contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!
a/n: hello~ i’ve never been a tumblr girly but i have went through my w*ttpad era back in 2018 so bare with me y’all. this will be a series but not that long (i hope) so pls look forward to it. warning tags will be placed before each “chapter” to specify what to expect. pls pls reblog and interact, i’d love to have feedback and see what your thoughts are. okay! yay, for now enjoy and thank you sm :D
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CHAPTER ONE: PINEAPPLE
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warnings: alcohol, partying, creeper in a store, bestie jay, already stepping up to be a fake bf jake duhhh
a/n: short and sweet intro
"HEY SORRY, JAY's busy—”
"Hey baby!" You smile brightly, attempting to seem causal but emphasizing the conversation rather loudly. Wandering through the isles aimlessly, stopping to pretend to browse the selection of cereals while peeking through the corner of your eye, you keep watch on the unfamiliar man that seemed to be following you.
You've been at the store for 15 minutes, around 10 of those ago you noticed the same man over and over, passing by each other with first polite smiles which morphed into a sort of anxiety feeling on your end noting how he began to linger around more obviously, far enough away to not seem suspicious to those around but definitely setting off an alarm in your head to stay alert.
It was a Friday night, after finishing up with your last minute shift due to a coworker calling out, you decided it was time to finally grocery shop, something that you've been putting off all week due to laziness but now you wished you opted to eat eggs for the third day in a row rather than be here. Typically, you and Yunjin went to the store together, but with her out on a date, that left you alone for the night.
"We're still cooking for dinner right? I'm at the store right now picking stuff up," You continue after meeting confused silence on the other end. Due to the increasing gut feeling and you desperate for someone to come to your aid in at least knowing where you were if you did end up missing and on the news, you called the only person you knew in the area that would come. Jay Park, an extended family friend that you practically grew up attached to each others hips, had followed you along to the same Uni two years ago. With a three hour car ride being the distance to your home town, you and Jay depended on each other as a sort of familiarity and unspoken acknowledgment that there was support for one another.
University created a sort of distance in your relationship, both studying different majors and finding your own friend groups outside of one another but you still talked every other day through text and hung out occasionally. Jay, being a well know frat boy around campus, became a sort of gossip topic of him and his other frat members. His admittedly attractive looks that he grew into helping with his popularity along with his love for the party scene.
You on the other hand, were a home body more than anything. After your first year, you had moved into an apartment about 5 minutes away off-campus with your previous dorm-mate and newly founded best friend. You and Yunjin became close relatively fast and being able to get through freshmen year living together in the tiny space meant you'd work perfectly well moving in a place where you both got your own rooms and a private bathroom.
Thus, your routine consisted of lectures, homework, your part-time job, and sleep. It was quiet and comfortable. Not that you were opposed to a night out and getting drunk off your ass every once in a while but being a party girl didn't seem like your cup of tea to do every weekend.
"Sorry, ___ it's Jake. I don't know where Jay is, he just left his phone with me earlier," Jake speaks into the phone, making his way out of the booming house to better hear her. The muffled music and loud voices heard from his end causing a slight panic to rise in your stomach but also nearly face palm. It's a Friday night, of course he was partying.
You rake your brain to put a face to the name. You've met Jay's frat friends on occasion, though they mostly consisted of when you were all drunk so it was sort of a blur.
"Yeah I'm at Target," You nod, specifying your location and hoping that whoever Jake was, he was sober enough to comprehend that something was wrong and that he'd remember your words. "Do you want anything else specifically?" From the corner of your eye, you can see the man beginning to pace, seemingly growing antsy with waiting on you to move. Deciding it was best to make your way toward the front where more workers would be, you completely disregard your near empty cart and pushed it along while holding your phone to your ear.
"... Are you okay?" Jake inquires, his brows burrowed together in confusion but feeling the underlying feeling of the call. The only reason he answered was because he knew you and Jay were close, having met less than a handful of times but the contact picture Jay saved you under allowed him to remember who you were. The three spammed messages you sent prior to your call being unable to be read due to his phone being locked. He intended to only inform you of the reason the said boy wouldn't respond for a while but it ended up to this rather weird conversation.
"Uh... no I don't think so," You answer, acting as if you were responding to a question. Jake straightens up slightly, unaware if that was an actual answer or if you were still on the one sided random talk through the phone. He sort of hoped it was the second option for your sake. "Okay I'll look. I'm sure they have pineapple,"
Jay was an overprotective guy, especially when it came to those he cared about. Early on, whenever they'd go out, he told everyone that their emergency code word was pineapple. Jake, along with the other boys, found it utterly ridiculous and never once had to actually use it but he did remember the word loud and clear even months later. The conversation was far too random and specific for you to just casually be saying that, and thus Jake assumed the safe word was something Jay used universally.
"You're at the store in town right?" He asks, now heading back into the house, weaving his way through the bodies in search of his friends.
"Yeah," You nod disregarding that he couldn't see it. There was two Targets in the area you lived it, though one was undeniably farther away from the University. In town referred to the one you stood in, absentmindedly staring at the electronics assuming there had to be more cameras in this area. "Okay, well, I'll be home soon then,"
"Give me ten minutes," Jake said into the phone before handing up the call, not giving you time to respond. Scrunching up your nose, you felt significantly smaller without the comfort of another voice on the other line. From the opposite isle, you could see the man lingering around the corner, now staring directly at you but quickly looking away upon making eye contact.
With a slight pit in your stomach, you take a second to breathe. Attempting to seem inconspicuous, you glance over your items and visibly pale. The only things consisted of body wash, a bag of lemons, and ice cream bars that were now melting. You had circled the food department a near three times and hadn't picked up much even though you made it rather clear on the call you were meant to be getting dinner. Silently praying that the man wasn't keen enough to pay that much attention, you shake off the shiver that ran down your spine.
Meanwhile, Jake ran through the house collecting his friends one by one. Luckily, with it being only 7:30 and rather early in the night, no one was near hammered yet, barely started on a buzz when he interrupted. Not much was shared in the process, the urgent way Jake pulled them along was enough for them to follow but Heeseung finally questioned it once they were packed in the car driving away from their own party.
"Where we going man?" The eldest asked, running a hand through his hair lazily.
Jake, being the only one with less than half a bottle of beer in, was in the driver seat. He drove fast, weaving through the lanes occasionally but still safe enough to not seem suspicious.
He glanced back at Jay through the rearview mirror, said boy tilting his head back in confusion. "___ called you, she's having an issue. Said something about pineapple and wasn't having an actual conversation with me so I'm assuming someone was following her,"
Jay straightened up, leaning closer from his seat while the other two spared glances. "When?"
"Right before I went to find you, told her to give me 10 minutes," Jake answers, partially relieved that Jay seemed concerned by the matter meaning he interpreted the call correctly but that only meant you were actually in trouble. "It's been 6,"
"Drive faster," Was all the other boy said, the few shots of liquor seemingly gone as he sobered up almost instantly. Though, the panic and overwhelming anger that brewed in the back of his head indicated that he was being influenced by the intoxication. Not that it would be a problem, especially if you were in danger of some sort.
Heeseung and Sunghoon sat quietly as Jake drove, connecting the dots for themselves due to the conversation. A minute later, the four were barreling out of the car and into the building. The bright lights contrasted against the dark outside, the boys looking around for sight of the girl.
"Give me my phone," Jay tells Jake, holding out his hand expectantly while he pulls it out of his back pocket. Tapping through the screen for a moment, Jay hold up the device to his ear waiting for you to answer but it goes to voicemail.
"She was talking about food so maybe she was over there?" Jake offers, leading the way toward the back of the store which held all the groceries.
Jay tries once more, holding the phone up as it dials. This time, there's the faint chime of an incoming call that was further away. Sunghoon nodded in the direction it came from, heading toward the area which consisted of books, music, and other miscellaneous things.
"No, thank you, I'm alright," Your voice was recognized first by Jay. Speeding up his steps, he rounds the corner to see you backed away toward the far end of the isle, the cart in between you and an unfamiliar man who had his back toward the four. Your eyes widened seeing the familiar face, slightly relieved but still in a sense of panic considering the man that was following you grew the courage a minute ago to actually say something now, keeping you tucked away in the corner as he did.
Attempting to step away, you shift to the right but the man matched your movement, staying directly in your path and blocking it. Moving to your left, he matched that as well causing you to purse your lips. He smiled, seeming as if it were amusing to see you becoming undone with his actions which sent a chill up your spine. Aside from his creepy stalking, he seemed and looked like a regular guy, which made it even worse because of how normal he seemed upon first glance.
"Teenie," Jay spoke up, making his and the rest of their presence known, using a nickname rather than your actual one. The guy turned at the sound, his face morphing from the smile into one of annoyance, a  clear grimace on his features at the interruption. "Come here," The space between where you stood and Jay was a couple of feet, having to go around the man in the process as he had backed you into the wall moments ago.
Expecting for him to allow you to move without resistance this time, you go to step around him but he still continues to block your way. Going as far as grabbing hold of your arm causing your eyes to widen and pull back instantly. The anxiety that grew in your stomach elevated significantly, it was wishful thinking that having four grown and tall men would have the single one back down but it seemed he was crazy enough to not care about that.
"Stop being a fucking creep dude," Heeseung spoke up, growing rather frustrated and particularly peeved that he had the audacity to grab you. If they hadn't shown up he couldn't imagine what he'd attempt.
"We're not done talking," The man sneers, the tone of his voice causing the hairs on your neck to stand up, goosebumps forming along your skin though your body felt like it was burning up inside. "You the boyfriend?" He adds, nodding toward Jay who faltered, confused by the sudden question.
Jake lets out a small sigh, growing tired of the back and forth. Stepping forward, he holds out his hand to you without a word. Now a mere foot apart, he stares down the guy, almost taunting him in attempt to do something. Quickly, your hand latches onto his, albeit clammy from your nervousness but as he pulled you into his side, you felt significantly safer than before.
Tucking you behind him, Jake walks you both back a few steps, returning to the rest who had moved up closer. Still holding tight onto Jake's hand, you grasp onto his arm as well, holding it as if it were a security blanket and would make everything better.
"I am," Jake answers, taking the rest of you by surprise. His fib was believable, you clinging to his side playing the part and the boys merely went along with it. "We done here?"
The man didn't say a word, the silent stare down that occurred between Jake and him more than enough. Finally, he looked away, accepting there wasn't anything he could do to win in this. Whatever that was. Turning around, Jake began to lead you away, not bothering to look back as the other three followed behind, ensuring he stayed in place as they went.
You let out a shakey sigh, deeming it far enough away as you could see the exit. Feeling the ever-growing tears weld in your eyes, a few began to slip from the corners painting soft streaks down the apples of your cheeks. Silently, Jake allowed for Jay to pull you into his embrace, presuming having the one you were closest with to comfort you would be best.
A quiet sob slipped past your lips upon being wrapped into his arms. Jay let out a small shush, one of his hands rubbing small circles with his thumb against your back, visibly upset by how affected you were as he tucked his head down toward your ear, whispering words of reassurance that everything was okay and nothing would happen.
Heeseung tapped Jake's shoulder, nodding him along to give the two of you a minimal amount of space but also linger close enough in case the crazed man decided to have second thoughts and come back. Meanwhile, Sunghoon had made his way over to one of the cashiers, explaining the situation and how the female staff should be cautious until security had eyes on the man.
Jake glanced over as Jay had pulled back from the hug, his hands on either side of your face as he wiped away the tears that kept falling from your eyes. His heart tugged at the sight of you, looking utterly disheartened with a slightly red nose and your mascara beginning to smudge.
He's glad he answered.
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femdisa · 4 months
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I Wanna Be Yours (18+)
🤍 Summary: An unexpected text message, an unexpected encounter, an unhealthy obsession.
🤍 Pairings: Roman Reigns x Fem Reader
🤍 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, Language, Smut
🤍 Word Count: 3,423
🤍 Links: (related) Playing with Fire Part 1, Playing with Fire Part 2
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Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours
You had just gotten out of the shower and noticed your phone vibrate on the nightstand. Your heart sank to your stomach when you picked it up to see Roman’s name flash across the screen. It’s been a couple of months since your last encounter. You were busy with your life, and he with his. You still thought about him constantly.
Roman was the best sex you’d had in your life. Mind-altering, toe-curling, intoxicating. No one had mastered your body like he had in the short time you spent together. Knowing full well he was in a different city every few days, you tried to meet other people and embrace your single life. You weren’t looking for anything serious outside of friendly conversation and amazing sex. After a few pursuits with other people, you gave up trying. No one compared to Roman. No one even came close.
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What do you even say? ‘I’ve been thinking about you too?’ ‘Every time I’m getting railed, I close my eyes and think about your cock instead?’ That was the truth. Another message from Roman appeared.
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You sat on your bed wearing nothing but a towel. This would be fun. You propped your phone up on the nightstand. Removing the towel, you took a selfie kneeling on the bed while holding it against your body in a sultry pose. The towel was barely concealing your nude body. Holding your breath, you hit send, awaiting a reaction.
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You gave Roman an inch, and of course, he wanted a mile. Little did he know, you would tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore. Tossing the towel aside, you propped up your phone to take another selfie. Your bare skin glistened in the light from the body oil you had just applied after your shower.
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Inside your mind’s eye, you imagine riding Roman’s giant cock. You squeeze your thighs together containing the juices that are pooling at the thought of him. Suddenly, you had an idea to continue this little game.
You grabbed a toy from your bedside drawer and lowered yourself onto it. Still imagining Roman inside of you, shots of electricity buzzed through your veins. Kneeling on the bed, you record a short video. You rode the toy like you longed to ride him. Your hand fluttered down your neck, brushing over your hardened nipple. You wanted to touch yourself, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting. Instead, you leaned into the camera and said, “Fuck me, Daddy.” in a breathy voice, and hit send.
Roman’s text bubble appeared almost immediately, but then quickly disappeared. You wish he would hurry and reply, because now he got you all hot and bothered. The sudden ring of your phone caused your heart to jump into your throat. Roman was FaceTiming you.
Your jaw hung open as the image of Roman’s hulking erection filled the screen. He was jerking himself with his hand, his phone in the other. The camera pointed up at his muscular body. You tried not to drool as you watched pre-cum drip from his tip.
“Let me see you fuck yourself,” he commanded.
You held your phone at an angle so he could see you as you rode for him. “I wish I was fucking you,” you said. “Me too, baby girl. Do Daddy a favor and touch yourself real nice for me,” he said.
You stuck two fingers in your mouth, sucking them real slow for the camera. His grip tightened around his throbbing dick as he watched you. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so hot.”
Saliva dripped from your fingers. You played with your clit as you continued to ride. Starting with slow, circular motions, then upping the intensity. The arm holding your phone shook as you let out a shuddering moan. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he uttered.
Your head fell back in ecstasy as your thighs shook beneath you. Roman’s jerking intensified as he watched on. Your eyes closed as you edged toward an orgasm. “Look at me, Y/N,” Roman demanded. You peeled your eyes open to stare at him through the phone. The sight of him drove you over the edge. “Fuck Roman! You feel so good,”, you squealed. “That’s it, baby. Tell me how much you love this dick inside you,” he said. All words exchanged themselves for lusty sighs as your body burst open into an eruptive orgasm. Roman let out a deep grunt as he watched on, strings of cum lacing his stomach.
“Let me see it,” he said. You angled your phone down to show him the cum that was dripping down your inner thighs and gushing over your bare lips. “If I was there,” he said, catching his breath. “I would lick that mess clean.” “Shame,” you grinned. “Now I’ll have to shower again since you aren’t.”
You placed your phone down to wipe up your mess. Slipping into a silky robe, you returned to bed. “You know I’d be showering with you,” he replied. He was standing in the bathroom now, cleaning up and pushing fallen hairs back into his bun. “And you know what happens when we shower together,” he said, his face cracking into a mischievous smile. He returned to his bed and sat against the headboard. His broad chest and muscular arms barely fit in the frame.
“I really meant it when I said I was thinking about you,” he said. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the last time I saw you.” “Yeah,” you replied. “That night has a way of living in my head, too.” “I’m sorry that I haven’t reached out more,” he said simply. “I understand,” you said.
“I don’t mean to be so forward, but…” he paused. “Are you seeing anyone? I mean, a woman like you surely…” he trailed off. You sensed a hint of jealousy in his voice. “No,” you replied. “No, I’m not seeing anyone.” The look on his face signaled your answer did not satisfy him. “I’ve…gone on a couple dates since I last saw you, but nothing serious…or memorable,” you said. “Unfortunately for them, they just aren’t you.” His face cracked into a smile. “No one fucks you like I can,” he replied darkly. “Right?” “That’s right, Daddy,” you agreed. You couldn’t enjoy sex with anyone else without thinking about him. He had infected your mind like a virus.
“Well, don’t be a stranger, beautiful. I’ll try not to either,” he said. You nodded. “I miss you,” you admitted in a moment of weakness. His face softened. “I miss you too,” he replied. “Get some rest, baby girl. I’ll talk to you later.” “Ok, goodnight.”, you said, blowing him a kiss. “Goodnight,” he replied. You hung up the call, threw your phone aside, and laid back on the bed. This man has you in a chokehold. While talking on the phone is nice, you didn’t know if or when you would actually see each other in person again. Such a cruel obsession to have.
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WrestleMania season has arrived. The last couple of weeks have been a complete blur. New projects rolled in daily, not to mention your promotion to Art Director just a month ago.
You hadn’t heard from Roman in weeks. Not that you could afford to be distracted. You tried to reach out a few times since that night of hot phone sex, but either received low-effort responses or none at all. As a single woman at the peak of your career, the last thing you were worried about was chasing down a man. You missed him, and you craved him constantly. Wherever your mind was, lingering thoughts of him were never too far behind. You also understood that your paths were separate. As you were out of sight, you were also likely out of mind for a man like Roman.
“Y/N! Y/N!” your VP excitedly burst into your office, waving a handful of passes in his hands. “Are you ready for WrestleMania?!” he blurted, slamming down a VIP pass on your desk. You looked up at him in shock. “That’s right! Gift from the company for doing such a great job this quarter. They reserved you a suite, and everything!” “Oh my god! This is incredible!” you exclaimed. Your boss nodded frantically. “It’s going to be a weekend you’ll never forget,” he said, leaving your office and closing the door behind him.
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You paced excitedly in your suite at Lincoln Field. It was only a few of hours before showtime. You arrived at the stadium early to scope out the scene and socialize with your coworkers, some of whom you invited to join you in your suite later for the show.
You looked at yourself in the mirror of the private bathroom and nervously adjusted your clothing. You were wearing a black miniskirt with fishnet tights and heeled black leather boots. The girls in the office made a day of customizing the WrestleMania 40 t-shirts being passed around the office and graciously gifted you one. They cut it into a halter top, tied it at the back, and added strategic rips down the front. You wore a black lacy bra that peeked through underneath. Your long hair was styled in big spiral curls that fell down your back. You admired your muscular frame peering through your outfit. Your unlimited access to the training center at work was paying off.
You sat on the balcony overlooking the vast venue and sipped on a cocktail while posting some photos from throughout the day to your social media account. Fans were slowly filing in and the stadium was buzzing with excitement. You snapped some photos of the stadium when a text from Roman appeared at the top of your screen.
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‘Was he serious? He was actually here?’ you thought. You got up from your seat and walked through the balcony door with caution. Your breath stuck in your chest. You knew Roman would be in the building, but you didn’t expect to see him face to face, let alone have him show up unannounced in your suite.
You peered around the room and were clearly alone. Just you, the furniture, and a muted TV on the wall playing the pre-show. “Roman?” you called. You turned the corner of the kitchenette to find him leaning against the counter. He was wearing a black tracksuit and red Nikes. His hair was pulled back messily in his signature bun. There was an explosive energy in the air when your eyes met. You lost your voice to the tension as his gaze traveled from your face all the way down your toned, fishnet-adorned legs. He stepped toward you slowly, grabbing hold of your wrist. “I didn’t ex-,” you started. Roman’s tightened grip on your wrist startled you, cutting off your words. He pulled you into an embrace and pushed you into the adjacent counter with his body so hard you nearly stumbled. Before you could think or even take a breath, his lips were pressed into yours so fiercely, that you felt like you were suffocating.
Your hand found the side of his face as your tongue met his. His body pressed into yours so harshly, that you felt as if your ribs would turn to dust. You kissed so deeply and passionately, that no words needed to be exchanged. He took your chin in his palm, tilting your head to look up at him. “Didn’t bother to tell me you’d be here, huh?” he said. “I - Roman, we barely speak,” you replied. “So you have a new boyfriend, then?” asked Roman jealously. “I was half expecting to walk in here and see you with another man.” Roman took a step back from you. “Roman…” you said, raising your hand to your forehead in disbelief. “What are we, 12?” His behavior quickly heated you. “First, I reached out! Multiple times! And you barely respond!” you said fervidly. He returned an extremely unamused look. “And I get it,” you said, saving yourself. “But I’m not begging for your attention. Second, I’ve told you over and over that I don’t have a boyfriend,” you said defiantly. “And guess what!? You aren’t my boyfriend either, so what the fuck are you so pressed about?”
Roman crossed his arms and leaned back to laugh as if your anger was amusing him. “You know what, Y/N? You’re right. I’m not your boyfriend.” You looked at him, bewildered. “Your boyfriend would never do shit like this.” He suddenly lifted you up onto the counter and violently tore open your thighs. Slinging your legs over his broad shoulders, he ran his tongue down your inner thigh over your fishnets. You let out a surprised moan as his tongue traced the contour of your slit. He looked up at you with an entertained look on his face. “You’re cute when you’re angry,” he said. “Fuck you,” you replied. “Oh, I know you dying to, baby girl,” he said, tracing your aching core with his fingers. “Look how wet you are already. You’re practically begging for it.” You’d let him fuck you right here, and he knows it.
Roman hovered over you, placed both palms on the counter, and took a deep breath. “Listen, all jokes and jealousy aside…” he said seriously. “You’re right. I’m the one not making an effort here.” He stood up and paced for a moment before returning his gaze to you. “Y/N, I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what we are. All I know is I’m addicted to you.” Your heart sunk into your chest at these words. “You know I’m on the road 24/7. I’ll be honest…I tried to get off with other people, but every time I close my eyes, all I see is you,” he said.
He stood between your legs, his big hand resting on the side of your face, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck. You kissed sweetly this time. He pulled your lower lip into his mouth and suckled on it for a moment, pulling it with his teeth before letting go. “I don’t think we have to define what this is yet,” you said. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have together. Not get caught up in the bullshit.” Roman looked down at the floor and smiled, his eyes meeting back up with yours. “Will you come see me after the show?” he asked. “Of course!” you said.
“Good. You look good. You look hot,” he said, pulling you down from the counter. “Really hot. I like these,” he continued, rubbing his hand over your fishnet-encased thigh. “Can’t wait to take them off later.” “Why don’t you take them off now?” you teased. Roman’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against his body. “That desperate, huh?” he replied in a cocky tone. “Clearly not as desperate as you, stalker.” you replied. Roman laughed. “Ouch! Who knew such sharp words could come from such a pretty mouth,” said Roman. Colliding for another kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck. He grabbed handfuls of your ass as your tongues tackled. You straddled his thigh and instinctively ground on it. Your breathing got heavy as the pressure between you spilled over. You could feel his heart pounding through his flesh as he pressed his hardening dick into your hip.
Your hand brushed his chest, landing over his hard bulge. You stroked it through his sweatpants. By this point, you both were panting with desperation as your tongues continued to collide greedily. He pulled away to watch his hand creep up your skirt and down your soaked panties toward your drenched entrance. A long finger entered your crease and brushed over your clit, causing you to whimper. “God, I’ve missed this pussy,” he hissed.
Your juices soaked Roman’s fingers as he dipped into you. “Are you ready for Daddy?”, he whispered. “Y-yes”, you stuttered. “Turn around.”, he ordered. Roman grabbed your wrists and placed your hands against the counter. With one hand gripping the back of your neck, he bent you over the counter and lifted your skirt. He smacked your ass cheek hard with a full palm, causing you to yelp. Reaching into your tights, he moved your thong out of the way. You shuddered as his tongue slid over your fishnets, prodding in and out of the grooves over your gaping lips. He planted wet kisses up your ass to your waist and pulled your fishnets down with his teeth.
He shoved your legs apart and dove tongue first into your soaked center. Roman ate you out like a starved animal. His tongue tortured your clit as you struggled against the counter. Spreading your lips apart with his fingers, he fucked your hole with his tongue. He was in full enjoyment of the way you absolutely melted into his presence and gave into his every touch. He swirled and sucked on your clit until you could barely stand. With both of his hands planted on your ass, his soft tongue diving deep into your folds, you erupted into a loud, earthshaking orgasm. The likes of which you hadn’t experienced since the last time you were together. You gripped the counter, a heap of helpless limbs ready to cave at Roman’s every command.
You looked back at him to find he had rolled down his pants to reveal his monstrous waiting arousal. His dick reclined on your back as his colossal frame enclosed over you. He planted kisses down your neck and on the side of your face. “I guess I need to come around more often,” he said. “Clearly, no one fucks you right.” He grazed your ear with his teeth, your neck confined in his firm grip. “I’m gonna tear this pussy up,” he said, teasing your hole with his head. “Is that what you want?” he said.
Roman had consumed you. Your entire body trembled in anticipation of him entering you. “Y-yes…p-please! I want it so bad,” you cried. “You’re such a good girl,” said Roman in the voice of a villain. “So willing to take what Daddy gives you.” He entered you excruciatingly slow. Exhaling a breathy moan into your ear, you whimper at his every thrust. “You feel so fucking good,” he said through gritted teeth.
Roman held his full girth inside of you as he masterfully swirled his hips. Breaking your body down bit by bit with each motion, every ounce of your own self-control sucked dry. He nipped at your neck, and licked at your face, losing all self-control he had once tried to contain. You were out of breath, your legs barely supporting you as he worshipped you with his dick. His hand clawed up your shirt, fingers reaching underneath your bra to grab a handful of your breasts. His other hand escaped your throat, wrapping around a handful of your hair while he continued to drill into you. “Can I cum in you?” he mustered. You couldn’t even get the words out to respond. You quickly nodded your head, your scalp stinging from his hold, letting out pathetic noises in agreement. Roman let out a husky moan and released himself inside of you, his cock pulsing against your stretched walls. Your elbows hit the counter to support your body from falling to the floor. Roman caught his breath while remaining inside of you for a moment. He exited you as you both readjusted your clothing. You turned around to face him, leaning against the counter for both physical and moral support.
Your heart continued to pound against your heaving chest, your body aching in all the right ways. Your eyes locked as he pulled you into a closing kiss. “We can’t even be alone for 15 minutes without fucking each other,” he grinned, stroking the side of your face with his thumb. “Now if only we could be alone for more than 15 minutes,” you replied.
“Stay with me tonight,” he blurted. “Fuck, stay with me the whole weekend.” “You sure that’s a good idea?” you replied. “Why not?” he asked. “What if my boyfriend gets jealous?” you teased, coaxing a laugh from him. He leaned his face into yours, sliding a possessive hand between your thighs. “Tell that boyfriend of yours it’s over,” he said, kissing you deeply. “You’re mine now.”
Thanks for reading!
This might need another chapter. Kinda curious how the rest of that weekend goes... 😏
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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 11 months
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Who Taught You How to Love Like That? - Chapter One
Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female character (third person) Warnings: Sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics. Word count: ~2.5k Series masterlist
Chapter summary: Desperate to pay off her student loans, she downloads a dating app with a twist, and makes an interesting match.
She sighs, her eyes scanning over the PDF of her payslip for the month, before locking her phone and letting it drop heavily onto the kitchen counter.
“Bad news?” Mysaria quirks an eyebrow, sliding a glass of wine across to her.
“These student loan repayments are fucking killing me. I’ve basically worked an entire week for free this month.” She complains, taking a huge swig from her glass.
“Bummer.” Her flatmate says. “Any way I can help?”
“Unless your mattress is secretly stuffed full of cash, no. Super Noodles for me for the rest of the month, once I’ve paid my share of the rent.”
“You could give being a sugar baby a try?” Mysaria says with a smirk over the rim of her wine glass.
She laughs, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, or take up pole dancing lessons and become a stripper!”
“I’m being serious.” Mysaria, puts her glass down and pulls out her phone, flicking to the App Store and typing. “See? There are loads of apps, why not give it a try?”
“Isn’t that just prostitution?” She wrinkles her nose in disgust.
“Hey!” Mysaria chides. “Sex work is real work, but this isn’t prostitution. Most of these guys are just desperate, lonely guys who earn big bucks and are willing to spoil you in exchange for a conversation or a few selfies. You don’t even have to sleep with any of them…unless you want to.”
“I think I’ll pass, thanks.”
Even if she did go through with it, she was inexperienced, and would surely be a disappointment to any potential sugar daddies she might attract. She’d had one boyfriend in her entire life, it had lasted six months and they’d never gone beyond unsatisfying quickies that focused entirely on his pleasure. The idea of taking money from a stranger in order to pay her bills makes her incredibly uneasy.
They’re half way through their second bottle of wine as she scrolls through her phone. Mysaria is snoring softly on the sofa next to her, while an episode of some trashy reality TV show plays away to itself in the background.
Her thoughts keep drifting back to her flatmate’s mention earlier in the evening of sugar babies. She knows it’s likely the wine inspiring her actions, but she finds herself scrolling through the same apps they’d looked at previously.
Seeing one with particularly good reviews, she presses download before she’s had a chance to think twice about it and then goes through the process of setting up a profile, picking the best photo she has of herself on her camera roll.
Her heart races as she swipes with shaky fingers through photos of a myriad of men. She stops when she sees the look of one she likes.
Larys, 45. Tell me all your secrets.
His curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes immediately capture her attention, and she enjoys the flirtatious nature of his tagline. She swipes right and is stunned when she gets an “It’s a match!” notification. Wow, that was fast.
Instantly a message pops up from him.
Hello beautiful. How are you this evening?
She smiles, this seems harmless enough.
I’m fine, thanks. Just watching TV. How are you?
Her eyes linger on the screen as she awaits his reply.
I’d be better if I could get a look at your pretty feet. How much?
Bile rises in her throat and she throws the phone away from her in disgust. The worst possible start she could have asked for. She silently curses Mysaria’s stupid idea and vows never to open the app again.
Three weeks later and she is thoroughly fed up. She’s tired of never going out or doing anything, sick of existing on instant noodles. When she receives another payslip and sees yet another loan repayment has eaten away at her earnings, she reaches breaking point. She considers looking for another job, but she currently doesn’t qualify for anything beyond an entry level position in her field, and the pay everywhere else is no better than what she’s already on.
Her thumb lingers over the app that she hasn’t touched for weeks, too scarred by having such an awful first encounter to bother with it again. However, she’s desperate and willing to try anything - not with Larys though. She’s quick to unmatch with him, eager to forget his disgusting request.
She swipes mindlessly for a few minutes, not finding anyone attractive, until she happens across a photo that stops her in her tracks.
The man in question has sharp features - an aquiline nose, an impossibly chiseled jawline and sculpted cheekbones. His long white blonde hair frames his face elegantly, his only imperfection is the scar that runs across his left eye, a slightly duller blue than the right. She wonders if he’s still able to see out of it.
Aemond, 35.
No tagline, no other photos, save the one of him staring directly into the camera. He seems intense and mysterious. She swipes right, unable to fight the disappointment she feels when it’s not an instant match.
She closes the app, her desire to look at anyone else has been thwarted by how ridiculously good looking he is.
She has nearly forgotten about him when her phone buzzes the next day. He’s matched with her. She unlocks her phone, her palms sweaty with nerves, and looks at his message.
Hello.
Simple, to the point, possibly the words of a serial killer? She pushes the thought away and types out a response.
Hi. How are you?
She almost gives up and puts her phone away in the time it takes for him to reply, but eventually he does.
I don’t do small talk. Tell me about yourself.
Her eyes widen as she reads the message. He’s either incredibly rude or just not used to interacting with other people. She decides to give him the benefit of the doubt. She tells him about her history degree, about her museum job, about her living situation and her aspirations to one day become a curator of historical artifacts. He is unsurprisingly evasive when she attempts to ask about him.
So, what brings you to the app?
She decides there’s no point in hiding the fact that she’s strapped for cash, she wouldn’t be using an app that matches sugar babies with sugar daddies if that weren’t the case. She explains that her student loan repayments are crippling her, half expecting not to hear from him again. His next message is much quicker to arrive.
How much? And are you free Saturday night?
Dread gnaws at her stomach. Oh god, what does he expect of her? Hesitantly, she types out the remaining balance she has on her student loan and asks what he has in mind for Saturday. Again, he replies straight away.
Give me your bank details. I need a date for my nephew’s engagement party.
Her eyes widen. This cannot be real, and yet it’s happening. Dazed by his forwardness she sends across her account number and sort code, and tells him she’s free on Saturday.
Her mouth runs dry when after a few minutes her banking app pings with a notification of a deposit. The full amount she owes on her student loan has been transferred to her under the name ‘A. Targaryen.” 
Aemond has transferred her thousands of pounds as if it were nothing more than pocket change, and all under the loose agreement that she’ll attend a party with him. This man has to be obscenely wealthy, or insane, perhaps both.
Her phone vibrates again. Another message from him.
Transferred. Give me your number, I hate the messaging interface on this app.
With clammy hands and a pounding heart she types out an entirely too long, rambled message of thanks, along with her number.
She wonders if she’s blown it when she doesn’t hear from him again, yet the money still sits in her bank account, feeling as though it’s burning a hole in it. She hasn’t exactly played it cool, most sugar babies probably accept money with cool sophistication, not simpering words of gratitude.
She feels like she’s forgotten how to breathe when he texts her on Friday.
Tell me your address and dress size.
Once more, she’s taken aback by how blunt he is, yet she complies and provides both. 
When she arrives home from work later that evening, there is a package waiting for her. She opens it to reveal a black silk gown. The cut of the fabric is beautiful. Her jaw drops when she sees the Chanel label. This likely cost more than the entirety of the clothing she owns put together.
There’s a note that simply reads: Wear this tomorrow - A.
She smiles at the neatness of his handwriting. Aemond is a strange man, and yet she can’t help the intrigue she feels towards him. This is his second act of generosity towards her in the space of a week and they’ve yet to even meet.
She spends all of Saturday ensuring she is waxed, exfoliated and moisturised all over, before carefully styling her hair and applying make-up that she feels will do the eye-wateringly expensive dress she’s been given to wear justice. 
She is jittery with nerves when a sleek, black sports car pulls up outside the block of flats. She can just tell it’s Aemond, nothing that costs that much has any business being on this side of town otherwise.
She hurries downstairs to meet him, eager to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing the mess that is the inside of the pokey, little flat she shares with Mysaria.
He steps out of the car and she inhales sharply at the sight of him. He is tall, at least six foot easily, despite her wearing heels he still towers over her. A well tailored, black suit clings to his long, lithe form and his white hair is pulled back neatly into a bun that sits at the nape of his neck.
“You must be Aemond.” She says, praying her make-up is enough to hide the evidence of how hot her face currently feels.
“Mmm. Yes, I must. You look good.” His right eye rakes appreciatively over her form, and when his left doesn’t follow the motion, she realises it’s a prosthetic. “Shall we go?”
He gestures towards the car, walking around to the passenger’s side to open the door for her.
He fills her in on what’s expected of her as he drives. His nephew, Jace, has gotten engaged to his longtime girlfriend, Baela. He is sick of fending off questions around why he’s not with anyone yet, especially from that side of the family. He expects her to stick by his side for the evening and he’ll deal with any awkward questions that may arise.
They arrive and Aemond is ever the gentleman, quickly stepping out of the car to open the door for her and offer her a hand out. 
She shivers at the feel of his hand against hers and is stunned further still when he interlocks their fingers, keeping a firm hold of her hand as they enter the house.
“Just play along.” He whispers.
She is immediately struck by the opulence of it all as they walk through the foyer. This is a family that comes from old money. It was clear from the antique furnishings and vaulted ceilings that the Targaryens had always had money and always would.
She balks a little, unsure of if she will fit in, suddenly self conscious. Aemond seems to pick up on this.
“Relax.” He whispers to her. “Everyone here looks like shit compared to you.”
His words, combined with the tickle of his breath against the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine.
True to his word, he doesn’t let her stray from his side the entire evening. The tension between family members is unmistakable. The sneers with which a trio of dark haired young men regard Aemond is incredibly off putting.
She is informed by Aemond that the eldest of them is Jace, whose engagement they are here to celebrate. She meets Aemond’s mother, the doe eyed, auburn haired woman is pretty and seems shocked but delighted at the sight of her son with an actual date on his arm.
The lies that flow from his mouth are effortless. He had met her at the museum she works at when he’d come in to browse an exhibition. They’d hit it off instantly and been inseparable ever since.
Every touch of his hand at the small of her back feels like a brand and as the night goes on, and the champagne continues to flow freely, she finds herself eagerly playing up to the part of dutiful girlfriend. She leans into every touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the gentle press of his lips to her hairline. He is respectful, too respectful, never getting handsy or going for a full on the lips kiss.
When the evening draws to a close and he escorts her back to the passenger side of his car, she feels bereft at the loss of his touch as he moves around to the driver’s seat.
“You did well this evening.” He tells her as she starts the engine. “We put on quite the show.”
Remembering that none of this was real, that she’d been paid to be here startles her out of her tipsy fantasy that this is an actual relationship and her mouth presses into a tight line as she nods.
They drive in silence for a while before Aemond speaks again.
“If you’re up for it, my mother is having a birthday meal this Wednesday. She mentioned tonight she’d love for you to come. Are you available? I’ll pay you, obviously.”
So much for this not feeling like prostitution. She’s already paid off her student loan, she could just say no, but then she wouldn’t get to see him again.
“Y-yeah, sounds good.” She says meekly.
They pull up outside the block of flats and, right on cue, Aemond is striding around the car to get her door. She wobbles on her heels as she climbs out, the effects of the evening’s alcohol getting the better of her, and falls against his chest.
His large hands move to steady her by the shoulders and as she looks up into his face she is struck by how gorgeous he really is. 
Her eyes slowly close, as she leans in, her lips pressing towards his.
His grip on her shoulders tightens, pushing her back ever-so gently. “You don’t need to do that.”
Her eyes snap back open, shame coursing through her like liquid fire. “Oh…”
“I’ll text you the details about Wednesday. Thanks again for tonight.”
He gets back into the car, driving away as she stands on the kerbside, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.
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cefni · 10 months
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What the mistress wants, she gets. - NSFW
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Characters: Enji Todoroki
Concept: What happens when his mistress casually drops that she stops taking her birth control? Well, he gives her what she wants. Side story from Endeavor's Mistress.
Last proofread: June 10, 2023
Warnings: Breeding, unprotected sex, begging, sex with a purpose to conceive.
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Endeavor remembered the day you so casually mentioned you decided to stop taking your birth control. It was just after your final morning meeting, and you were helping him prep for an afternoon meeting over lunch. He didn’t exactly remember how it came up, but it caught him off guard.
“I stopped taking my birth control.” You said in between bites of your salad. It had surprised him so much that he paused mid bite. Had his ears stopped working or did you just say...
His blue eyes watched you for a moment as you chewed on your bite. "Okay." He said, wondering how the rest of this conversation was going to go.
“I’ve been telling you about how I’ve been watching you start a family of my own and I haven’t found the right guy to do that with.” Enji knew that you have been talking about wanting to start a family, but with you being his mistress, he wasn't sure if this would include him.
So, he continued to slowly eat his food and listed patiently to your pitch. “I figured why wait for the 'right guy'? I'm with you. I enjoy our arrangement. Why not just stop taking it and see what happens?”
He was quiet for a moment while he thought about what she had just said. While there was affection and love in his relationship with you, he was still a married man and the number one hero in Japan. So, you would never be able to have him in the context of what you had been originally looking for. By that logic, it her proposal made sense.
“So you what you want with that information.” He watched at you shrugged. "We can start using condoms if you want or we could just... stop having sex. It's really up to you." Then you moved on to the next topic of the upcoming afternoon meeting that he would be in.
Oh, he’ll do what he wants with that information, he thought to himself. Already feeling his pants tighten a little at the thought of being able to knock up his pretty mistress. He had discovered early on in his marriage that he had a breeding kink, but he had just neglected to tell you about it.
When you came to his room in the dorms after work that day, Enji had already made sure he decision.
It was his decision to initiate sex that night with you.
It was his decision to not use a condom with you.
"If you want a baby, I'll give you a baby." Enji said, his eyes heavy with lust. He bullied his fat cock into. Thrusting his hips hard to shove his cock into your wet pussy. “I’ll give you what you want.” He said on heavy breaths.
“You promise, daddy?”
God, your words sounded like sweet music when you panted them out like that. “My baby always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” He said, bringing his lips down to yours in a burning hot kiss. You two had just started fucking and his bed was already starting to creek under you. “Tell daddy what it is that you want.”
“I want you to cum in me, daddy.”
Fuck, was it just him, or were you tighter than he remembered? Enji felt like he could explode hearing you beg him for this. “Cum in my sweet little pussy?” It wasn't like two you haven't role played this before, but having it be real made even him hotter than normal.
“Yes, daddy!” You continued to beg and moan from under him. Enji could feel your legs wrapped around his waist as his continued to fuck his cock in and out of your poor abused hole. “Cum in my pussy.”
Fuck, he loved it. His head swam with the primal desire. He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders and was loving every moment of it. “What will you do for daddy’s cum?”
“Anything, daddy.”
“Anything?” Enji groaned out with panted breath. He was snapping his hips hard as he thrusted hard into you. His large, warm hands pushed her legs up. “You going to raise my bastard child for me?” He asked, moving to push her knees against her shoulders.
“Fuck, yes daddy!" Your moans under him drove him as he pushed you into a mating press. "Give me your baby." Enji could feel his orgasm coming, and his thrusts were getting sloppy as he fucked his cock hard into you.
“Please cum inside me.” That was the final sinful moan that he could take from you. Pressing deep inside of you with a loud groan as he busted his nut. Painting the insides of your walls white with his seed as he came inside of you. Hard.
Before the night was through, Enji made sure to dump six loads of his cum as deep as he could inside of her. It was now going to be his nightly mission to dump as much of his cum inside of her as he could.
"You're going to look great with my baby inside of you."
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princessbrunette · 4 months
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wrote this for the ppl who understand that if the cameron’s just paid attention to rafes mental health they wouldn’t be in all the shit they’re in now ……. he needs a hug and attention and love trust me i can fix him ok
cw: angry rafe, daddy issues, that’s it ig
rafe gets angry. real angry.
you know it’s happening again when you’re upstairs in his room, waiting for him to return from the conversation he’s having with his father down stairs. you hear raised voices, nothing out of the ordinary and then his fist pounding straight through a wall. you wasn’t sure what had gone on, but it had to be bad.
it used to frighten you, especially when you’d hear his footsteps thundering up the stairs to evade the situation. good on him for removing himself, you think now, but back then you might’ve stood in the corner of the room not moving, not even breathing as if to try and blend in with the wall completely. you thought alerting him of your existence might make him more mad, maybe direct it at you. you’d let him angrily pace around until he calmed, it was like clockwork. you got used to it, and the anxiety melted away into pity. no one got rafe like you did.
he slams the bedroom door behind him when he storms in and you jump a little at the way it shakes on its hinges. “ffffuck.” he growls, running his hands over his face as he changes his direction on his feet, as if he wanted to do a billion things at once. you see his hand is all fucked up, assumably from punching a hole in the wall.
“what happened, rafe?” you keep your voice calm, edging to the end of the bed closer to where he paces about.
“just— fucking— my dad is the most selfish fucking asshole i’ve ever met. all my hard work, all the shit i was breaking my back to do for him, down the drain i—” he runs a hand over his head, barking out an angry laugh.
“you hurt your hand?” you redirect the conversation. maybe it would help, you thought. he turns his hand over and barely glances over his knuckles, simply shaking it off like that would rid of the injury. he wouldn’t keep his eyes in one place, wouldn’t calm his breathing.
“that doesn’t — fuck— y’don’t get it okay? you don’t hear the way he talks to me i—” he stops where he is, fisting at his eyes with the balls of his hands, mouth gaping a little as he pants. “i don’t mean to freak out, i swear, i just get so mad and then i lose control and it’s — i’m really trying to not — i’m trying for you—” he can’t get his words out, and when he pulls his hands away his brow is creased and he has tears in his eyes. he looks younger like this, stripped back to his most vulnerable state. you instantly hop off the end of the bed, coming to him. he lets you hold his face.
“hey, it’s okay. rafe, it’s okay. i know.” you coo. even that gets him to soften a little bit. no one has ever treat him with patience or care. you’d seen the way the cameron’s treat him. no regard for his mental health, even when it’s so abundantly clear somethings not quite right. he didn’t need to be disciplined more or shut down, he needed to be loved. he needed you.
he looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time again, his breathing slowing and you pull him to the bed and sit him down, wedging yourself beside him. “s’not your fault, rafe. we can get you some help.”
his eyes drop to his hand, avoidant once more. “i don’t need… i don’t need help— i need my dad to stop—” he goes to raise his voice again but you shush him softly, rubbing circles across his broad back.
“rafe. it’s okay. c’mon. he’ll come around.”
he clenches his jaw, but nods anyway. yeah, he’ll come around.
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storiesofsvu · 1 year
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Needy Girl
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Emily Prentiss x reader x Alex Blake Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome, strap on, mommy kink, daddy kink, a hint of degradation, teasing, tiny hint of cum play, breeding kink, face fucking.
Emily often extended the invitation out to you when she went out for drinks with the team after work, it just wasn’t often enough that your schedules actually lined up so you could go. Or it was late enough you were already home, showered and in cozy clothes with your make up off and leaving the couch was the last thing you wanted to do. But today, she’d managed to catch you right as you were itching for something to do. That, and you hadn’t been out with the team in ages, it was probably overdue.
Even with a little heads up you still arrived after them, you were intrigued, knowing there was a new agent you had yet to meet. Emily kept her personal life relatively private, even from coworkers, so you figured she hadn’t mentioned a partner to the new one. You dug through your mind to try and remember the name Em had mentioned to you and all you could come up with was Blake, completely unsure if it was a first name, last name, woman or man.
Penelope saw you first, letting out an excited squeal as she leaped toward you for a huge hug, kissing both your cheeks.
“Oh my goodness sugar plum! It has been way too long!”
“I know!” You apologized, “work’s just been crazy, lots of overnights.”
“Eck, gross.” She replied and you laughed, letting her drag you over to the table.
Despite your own girlfriend being at said table, Penelope took the lead on distracting everyone and introducing you to Alex Blake. You smiled softly at the woman, shaking her hand when she extended hers and did your best not to blush at the warmth that shot through you the moment her fingers touched your skin. There was a grin on her lips, a spark in her eyes that made you feel things while Penelope rattled off various facts about the two of you to each other, humble brags and boosting both of you up. Behind the barrier of the table Emily pinched at your ass, garnering your attention,
“I need a refill; you want a beer?”
“Uh..” you scrunched your nose in that way she adored, “I think gin tonight, please?”
“Course.” She shot you a grin before she disappeared into the crowd, one that you knew meant it was completely okay to get to know Alex, that you would have your own private reunion once you were home with her.
Your drink was slipped in front of you only a moment later, you tossed Emily a smile before taking a sip, turning back to Alex’s conversation. You couldn’t lie, you were incredibly intrigued with everything she had to say, especially the way her eyes sparkled while she talked. You caught yourself laughing over jokes, getting closer to her as you did while the rest of the team seemed to melt away. A few of them convinced into a game of pool, two more roped into some darts while the others were out on the prowl, Emily slipping away into the sea of people within the bar.
Alex shifted closer to you, her arm brushing against yours, lingering for a moment to test the waters, smiling softly when you didn’t move away. The conversation continued, slipping into a deeper flirtation, remarks that had your cheeks heating, little giggles escaping your lips that Alex couldn’t get enough of, wondering what other kinds of noises she could get out of you. Figuring she’d teased enough for the moment; she turned back to general chit chat.
“So… how do you know Garcia?” Alex asked and you chuckled, ducking your gaze and she boldly brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“I’m a nurse. I’ve had a handful of patients who were either from the BAU or victims from their cases.”
“Hmm.”
“You ever wanna tease him, Morgan’s a real bitch when it comes to stitches. And his aftercare of injuries is terrible, a bad boy.” You grinned and she laughed. The sound reached your ears like silk and you grinned up at her.
“I’ll remember that.” She smirked at you, “and what about you, are you a good girl?”
You gulped, feeling your heart rate pick up as you went to suck at your drink. Unfortunately you found it empty, glancing up at Alex, “I try to be.” You squeaked out and the look on her face made you about dissolve on the spot, “Imma grab another drink.”
You lifted the empty glass as a sign and scurried away to the bar, feeling your eyes on her as you did so. You locked eyes with Emily who raised a brow and you let out a breath, relaxing yourself and risked a glance over your shoulder, catching Alex staring at your ass. You grinned, feeling your confidence boosting and winked at her, watching as her cheeks tinged a light shade of pink before she took a sip of her beer.
Emily was on the far side of the oval shaped bar, discreetly watching the entire thing go down, facing the table the team had originally been at. You rounded the bar, leaning up against it beside her while you waited for the bartender to refill your drink.
“Looks like someone’s having fun.” Emily mused, sipping at her beer.
“Seems someone failed to mention how pretty the new girl was.” You teased back and she chuckled.
“Why do you think I’ve been trying to get you out for drinks since she started?”
“Are you sure she’s even interested?” You asked.
“You kidding me?” Emily pushed off the bar, moving so she had one arm around you, hand on the bar caging you between it and her. “Are you telling me you haven’t spent the last hour flirting with her? Or are you saying I’m blind?” She kissed at your shoulder, eyes glancing up across the room to Alex, “she’s certainly staring.” She murmured, placing another kiss further up your neck, “the way she’s been watching you? The tiny flash of disappointment when she realized you belong to daddy?” In the distance, Alex titled her head, amused smirk on her lips as she turned back to the table. Emily nipped at your earlobe, husking against it, “now why don’t you go let her know that I don’t mind sharing.”
“Really?” You breathed, trying to remain on earth as Emily’s hands began to wander, squeezing at your ass.
“Of course princess. You always look so much prettier stuffed with two cocks.” She spanked you gently, nudging you back in the direction of the table and you scooped up your drink, slinking back through the room to Alex.
“It appears I owe you an apology.” Alex chuckled as you returned to the table.
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t realize you and Prentiss were a thing. I wouldn’t have been so bold otherwise.”
“It’s alright.” You looked up to her with a grin, stepping close enough that you could smooth out the collar of her shirt, “daddy likes to share as long as I’m a good girl. Says I look so pretty on my knees that everyone should see it.”
“I’ll bet you look absolutely gorgeous.” Alex’s hand trailed up your side, fingers tracing your collarbone, up your neck until they curled under your chin, “think it’s safe to say you’d look stunning with mommy’s juices smeared all over those pretty lips.” Your breath caught in your throat, heat surging through your body as your pussy fluttered, so lost in Alex’s eyes and words you didn’t hear Emily come up behind you until her hand was on your hips and her lips met your shoulder.
“Okay…” she laughed, “how about we get out of here before you make a scene angel? I’d hate to have to punish you in front of our guest.”
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Emily’s apartment wasn’t far from the bar, she was offering both of you drinks as you settled in, shoes, coats and bags being dropped by the door. You’d accepted the glass of whiskey, wandering through the open kitchen and living room, flicking on some music to fill the air, you were well aware of the other two women in the kitchen whispering, their eyes on you as if they were stalking their prey. There was no doubt the two of them were going to be in charge tonight, you were just wondering how far Emily was going to push things in front of a someone she worked with. You’d played around your fair share when it came to kinks and testing your limits, not that it came out every time she fucked you, but considering you were adding in a third player just to start off with, you knew there’d be some fun times ahead.
“She’s all yours.” Emily whispered over the rim of her glass.
“Any words I should be aware of?” Alex asked, glancing between Emily and you as she took a sip.
“Kiwi.” Emily chuckled, “and I’ll tell you right now, any kind of blindfolds are a no. Though she does love to be roughed up a bit, likes bites that leaves a mark the next day and god is she ever a cum slut.”
“Well with a partner like you that doesn’t surprise me.” Alex shot back and Emily’s loud laugh gained your attention, glancing over your shoulder at the two of them, brow raised in suspicion.
“Nothing you need to worry about angel.” Emily smirked before her voice lowered again, “go ahead, I’m content watching you torture the poor girl for a bit.”
“I’m starting to think you’re a bit cruel Agent Prentiss.” She muttered back with a grin, pulling a dark chuckle from Emily.
You could already feel your heart rate picking up the moment Alex moved from beside the kitchen island, sauntering over to you. She plucked the now nearly empty glass from your hand, placing it down on a side table as she looked you over, soft smile on her face.
“Such a pretty girl.” She cooed, fingers tickling at your jaw, curling under your chin to tilt your gaze up to her, “are you going to behave for mommy?”
Your eyes widened, breath completely caught in your throat as it took you a minute to truly absorb what she’d said, Emily’s laugh from the kitchen falling on deaf ears, Alex was surrounding you in all senses. You nodded, “y—yes. I’ll be good.”
“Good.” The hand on your chin slid up your cheek, thumb rubbing at your cheek as her fingers wrapped around your head, tangling into your hair and she stepped toward you, lips finally meeting yours.
It was almost softer than you’d expected, her lips gently moving against yours until she found the right rhythm. Your hands slid up her body, resting on her shoulders while her free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight to her. You let out a soft sigh into the kiss and she took advantage of your parted lips, tongue slipping into your mouth to begin to explore. She began to slowly back up until her knees hit the back of the couch, dropping against it and gently pulling you into her lap, her lips not leaving yours once.
You settled in her lap, a tiny moan escaping your lips when her hands ran up your thighs, tickling at the skin between your waistband and the bottom of your shirt. One hand trailed up your back, tangling into your hair and she wrapped your locks around her fingers, pulling tightly and this moan was louder than the last as you broke the kiss. Alex chuckled, her lips forming a smirk at the way your head fell back, your hips rocking down against her as you moaned again. Leaning forward she licked across your collarbone, her tongue making a pathway to your pulse point where she bit down, hard, and you cried out in pleasure. Her lips made home against your neck, kissing, sucking and biting at your supple skin and you began to whine.
“Looks like someone’s needy.” Emily jeered, moving from the kitchen and rounding the couch so she was behind you, her fingers tickling at your body, “why don’t you let mommy see how fucking pretty you are?”
You let out another moan as Alex’s teeth scraped the skin of your neck, her hands softly cupping at your chest through your shirt before Emily’s hands grasped the hem of it, pulling it off your head. It was only a moment later that Alex’s lips returned to your own, tongue plunging into your mouth while Emily made quick work of your bra, eager to show you off to your guest.
“Isn’t she pretty?” She purred, stepping back from the couch to scoop her drink up off the coffee table and settle into one of the arm chairs.
Reluctantly Alex pulled away from the kiss, breathless as she sank into the couch, her eyes raking over your topless form before glancing to the other woman.
“Christ you are incredibly lucky.” She glanced to Emily before stroking your cheek, “you’re gorgeous, sweet girl….”
“I’m particularly fond of the piercings.” Emily mused, “she has a pair with blue jewels that just look so pretty on her skin.”
“I can imagine…”
“They’re fun to play with. She quite likes it.”
“Have a feeling she just likes being played with no matter what.” Alex chuckled.
“She does like being used, don’t you princess?”
You glanced over to Emily to reply but in the same moment Alex’s lips wrapped around one of your nipples and you gasped, your hand coming to cup the back of her head. Her tongue played with the jewelry, lapping around it before flicking at your nipple, her teeth gently sinking into the skin of your breast.
“Oh god mommy…” you moaned, your hips grinding down against her and she chuckled.
“Should we maybe get you somewhere more comfortable?” She asked, eyes dark as she looked up at you, “somewhere daddy can watch you get all relaxed? I know she’d like to see just how good I can make you feel.”
“Mmhmm.” You whined out, nodding at her as your eyes widened, begging wordlessly.
“Well?” She glanced up to Emily who smirked.
“I said, she’s all yours. Warm the slut up for my cock, use her how you want to.”
Alex grinned, kissing you gently before her hands grasped your hips, pushing you from her lap and wrapping an arm around your waist while she stood, “show me to the bedroom darling.”
Emily trailed behind the two of you, still happily sipping at her drink just watching, by the time she got into the bedroom Alex had gotten you out of your pants, hands groping at your ass as she kissed you again. You were a whining mess already, thighs rubbing together as your panties dampened, your fingers toying with the hem of her shirt, eager to tug it over her head. Behind you Emily settled in the chair across from the foot of the bed, a small chuckle leaving her lips.
“She thinks you’re wearing too many clothes.” She pointed out and it was Alex’s turn to laugh as she pulled away from your lips, a smirk on hers as she noticed the neediness in your eyes.
“Suppose we could make that happen.”
Her tiny nod was all you needed before tugging at her shirt, tossing it to the floor, watching with hungry eyes as she undid her bra, letting it fall to the ever growing pile. She noticed the way you tugged your lower lip into your mouth, the way your eyes were raking over her newly exposed skin, her finger curling under your chin to gain your gaze once again.
“You’re so beautiful….” You murmured.
“Go ahead… you can touch.”
Your hands reached out, starting at her waist, wrapping gently around her skin before sliding upwards, thumbs brushing over her nipples. You groped at her chest, a breathy sigh leaving her lips and you closed the distance between the two of you, lips meeting her neck. You started out with just little kisses as you continued playing with her tits, sucking on the tender skin before your teeth ever so gently bit into her neck. Alex began to copy your motions on your own chest, toying with the piercings, rolling your nipples between her finger and thumb. You pinched at hers right as you bit into her pleasure point and she moaned loudly,
“Just knew you’d make mommy feel good.” Wrapping her hand into your hair she pulled you off her neck, nudging you backwards, “let’s get you on the bed, I want to see that pretty pussy.”
You dropped onto the bed with a bounce, catching Emily’s gaze on your tits as they swayed, the jewelry catching the low light in the room. She was still sat across from the bed, her legs spread in the chair, drink in one hand while the other slowly started to undo her button up, exposing the red lace bra underneath. Your attention was quickly redirected to Alex when she palmed you through the lace between your legs,
“Such a needy girl, you’ve ruined your panties already darling.” You weren’t expecting her to wrap her mouth around you, sucking through the fabric, letting out a groan into your body, “and tastes so sweet too.” Your head dropped back into the pillows when she sucked at you again and you let out a quiet moan.
“What do you say?” Emily’s stern voice broke through your pleasure and your eyes flicked open, glancing down to Alex perched between your legs, mouth still on your covered cunt.
“Th- thank you.”
“Good girl.” Alex praised, nipping your inner thigh while her fingers slipped into the waist band of your thong, tugging it down your legs to toss behind her.
She settled back between your legs, kitten licking at your pussy as you breathed out a moan above her, your hand tangling into her hair. Her tongue swept through your folds, flicking at your clit and a grin broke out on her lips when your hips rocked up to the touch. She moved back down to your entrance, tongue slipping in, pulling out as much of your wetness as she could, truly tasting you and you shuddered in pleasure, aching for more. Her mouth moved with grace and expertise around you, knowing exactly what she was doing to pull you higher and higher, your breath picking up with each suck of her lips. Her tongue flicked at you again before her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking the nub into her mouth a few times before she popped off it, sitting up between your legs.
“Such a pretty girl.” She praised, hands softly rubbing up and down your thighs, spreading you legs wider for her.
“Please…” You whined, hands roaming up your body, pinching at your tits, “more…” Emily snorted from her spot at the foot of the bed, standing from the chair, dropping her shirt in her spot.
“Don’t be dumb princess, you know you don’t get to come until she has.”
Your eyes followed her as she moved through the room, her bra dropping to the floor before she slipped out of her pants. You gasped suddenly when Alex’s hands returned to your dripping cunt, one finger easily sliding into your heat.
“Fuck…” you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut once again.
Alex’s finger pumped, twirling around within you before she added a second one, twisting and curling slowly until she found the sensitive spot inside you, a loud moan leaving your lips when she did.
“God such pretty noises.” She murmured.
“Just wait til you hear her scream.” Emily laughed and you heard the tell tale sound of the bedside table opening.
Alex chuckled at the other woman’s words right as she slid a third finger into your pussy and you cried out, hips bucking up to the touch. Your body was prickling with heat, pleasure swirling through you as it began to build deep within you. Alex’s fingers moved inside you, just enough to work you up but knowingly not enough to get you to your peak. Her fingers suddenly slipped out of you and you let out a whimper, your eyes shooting open as your lips formed a pout. Your breath caught in your throat as you were met with the sight of Emily strapped up at the foot of the bed while Alex shifted off it so she could finally rid herself of her pants.
“C’mere.” Emily crooked her finger and you scrambled to the end of the bed, kneeling in front of her. Her hand cupped your cheek, pulling you to her for a kiss, one that her tongue sunk into your mouth almost immediately, asserting dominance before her teeth sunk into your lip, pulling a whine from you as she let it pop back, “you’re gonna be a nice little slut for us, right?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Good girl.” She cooed, “now, what do you want?”
“Want your cock daddy.” You practically whined, feeling your pussy clench around nothing and Emily tsk’d, her hand darting out to pinch your nipple.
“We have a guest princess; you know the rules. She gets to come before you do.”
You glanced up towards Alex, your tongue darting out to wet your lips while your eyes dragged over her now naked form, “can I taste you?”
“Of course sweetheart.” Her hand caressed at your cheek and you nuzzled into it, accepting the gentle kiss she laid on your lips as she crawled back onto the bed, nestling into the pillows.
Her legs eagerly spread for you to settle between, hands rubbing up her legs before you leant down, lips pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs. Your tongue lapped out, swiping through her folds and she let out a soft moan, her entire body relaxing into the bed.
“That’s it sweet girl.” She praised, her hand gently tangling into your hair to have something to hold on to. Your tongue slipped into her, swirling around, pulling out her juices, your nose bumping against her clit and she moaned again feeling herself getting wetter with each stroke of your tongue.
“Little whore just loves eating pussy.” Emily commented.
“Mmhmm.” You nodded into Alex’s cunt, the vibrations from your voice rocking though her and she gasped out, hand digging into your hair, forcing your face deeper into her.
Emily grabbed your hips, pulling them up off the bed bracing you on your knees while her hands smoothed up your thighs and over the globes of your ass. She massaged at the supple skin for a moment, savouring the view of your face buried in Alex’s pussy before pinching your ass, pulling a whine from you. You pulled your face up for a gasp as Emily spanked you and you caught Alex’s eye right as your lips wrapped around her clit, sucking it into your mouth.
“Fuck!” Her head dropped back down into the pillows and your lips formed a smirk around her pulsing nub. “So good darling…”
Emily’s fingers slid through your folds, chuckling darkly at how wet you were, your juices smeared over your thighs before she slid the tip of her cock through you and you moaned into Alex’s cunt. She pushed in easily, slowly thrusting until she was completely surrounded by you and you let out a happy groan, your fingers digging into Alex’s thighs.
“Remember slut, you don’t get to come yet.” Emily warned and you nodded again, your mouth still on the other woman who let out a breathy whine at the sensation.
Emily set a steady pace, her hips snapping against yours with each thrust, her cock dragging through your walls, hitting every inch of you. You shifted your lips back up to Alex’s clit, tongue flicking at it as your hand snuck up to her pussy, easily slipping two fingers into her. You did your best to match Emily’s pace while your lips sucked at her swollen nub and you could feel her thighs beginning to tremble around you. You curled your fingers, searching for her g-spot and Alex cried out when your fingers did drag passed it.
“Oh god sweetheart.” Her hands clutched tighter into your hair, “right there…”
Alex could feel fire coursing through her body, the coil tighter and tighter within her as your fingers crooked again, hitting the spongey spot over and over while your tongue lapped at her clit. The sounds echoing through the room were lewd and wet, moans escaping your lips right into her cunt as Emily fucked into you harder. Alex’s body shook, her hips rocking up to your mouth as she moaned loudly,
“Oh fuck!” She swore, her thighs quivering around you, juices dribbling out of her as she hit her peak. Your hand slipped from her pussy, pinning one of her thighs down to the bed while your mouth left a soft kiss on her clit before sinking lower once more. You gently licked around her, sucking up as much of the wetness as you could, cleaning her up as she caught her breath. “Oh sweet girl…. you’re so fucking good at that, so good for mommy….”
“Oh god!” You moaned loudly, mouth finally free, your breath hot against Alex’s skin. Your cunt was fluttering heavily around Emily’s cock, pleasure surging through you. Emily’s fingers suddenly tangled into your hair and she yanked hard, pulling you up flush to her and you let out a whimper, your hips pushing back against her and she chuckled darkly.
“You like that don’t you, you little cock slut?”
“Yes daddy!” You moaned, “feels so good.”
“Thought so.” She grunted, her hand tugging at your hair again, tilting your head back and you gasped. She took the opportunity, tongue darting out to lick up the juices smeared on your chin before kissing you deeply, her tongue surging into your mouth while she sucked on yours, humming at the taste of Alex. Her hand shifted from your hair to your face as she broke the kiss, her thumb on your jaw keeping your mouth open so she could let the mixture of cum and saliva dribble back from her mouth into yours.
“Christ.” Alex swore quietly, having now caught her breath she was quick to sit up on her knees, caging you between her and Emily. “Look so pretty darling.” She cooed, a hand curling around your neck and pulling you to her for a kiss that you whined heavily into, the curve of Emily’s cock hitting just where you needed on every thrust.
Alex nipped at your lip before her mouth dropped to your chest, sucking a nipple into her mouth and you groaned, your head rolling back onto Emily’s shoulder. She wasn’t about to waste a perfect opportunity, her mouth making a home in the crook of your neck while she continued to fuck you, wanting you as marked and bruised as possible in the morning. You were trembling between them, so incredibly close to reaching your high and you knew if it wasn’t for Emily’s arm around your waist and Alex’s hands on your body you wouldn’t be able to stay upright. Alex’s hand trailed down your body searching out your clit and she pinched at it when she found it, pulling a gasp from you, your hips rocking between her touch and Emily’s cock. She began to rub at it in time with Emily’s thrusts, pulling whine after whine from your lips, shaky cries as you surged higher and higher.
“That’s it princess…” Emily husked, biting into your neck, “squirt around daddy’s cock, I know you want to.”
“You’re doing so good, sweet girl.” Alex’s lips brushed across your skin as she spoke, “I can tell you’re close, come for us… let go…”
“You want daddy’s cum don’t you? I know you’re a needy cum slut, you want me to breed you like the whore you are?”
“Oh god! Yes!” You cried out, between Emily’s words and cock and Alex sucking on your tits playing with your swollen clit you were shaking between them, pussy clenching down on Emily’s cock as your juices gushed around it.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Alex murmured, her tongue licking its way up your chest and the column of your neck. Emily gave her a small nod and she shifted on the bed, dropping down into the pillows once more so the other woman could shove you forward.
You let out a small gasp, hitting the bed softly, feeling Alex’s fingers beginning to play with your hair as Emily pounded into you a few more times, her hips snapping sharply against yours before she stilled with a moan, squeezing the base of the toy to shoot her cum deep into you. You let out a satisfied groan, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure at the sensation of being so full. A whimper left you when Emily pulled out and she swatted your ass in retaliation,
“None of that.”
“Oh don’t scold her.” Alex’s voice was soft, her hand stroking at your cheek and your face turned on the bed so you could look up at her through your lashes, “poor girl’s just needy.”
“You’re more than welcome to take a turn.” Emily replied with a grin, nodding toward the box of toys watching the way your eyes moved from Alex to the box and back and Alex chuckled.
“Would you like that darling? Want mommy to fuck you too?” She cooed with a small grin on her cheeks, continuing to stroke at your cheek.
“Yes please…” You nodded, shivering as your cunt fluttered at the sheer idea. Alex shifted from the bed to select the proper toy and you glanced to Emily your brow furrowing as you took in the expression on her face. Alex glanced up from you to the other woman and cocked a brow,
“What?”
“I’m just trying to decide if I’m going to sit on her face and get off or if I’d rather fuck her throat.” She was looking at you while she spoke and she didn’t miss the way your eyes absolutely darkened at the second option and she let out a dark chuckle, “ohoho… you really are feeling whorish tonight aren’t you?”
“Please…”
“Roll over.” She demanded, walking around the bed so she was lined up with your head when you did as she asked. She grabbed your hands, yanking you so your head was resting right on the edge of the bed, able to easily drop off the side. “You know, you may be a little slut but at least you listen.”
“She is such a good girl.” Alex purred, crawling back onto the bed between your legs, her hands softly rubbing their way up your thighs as she spread them wider, fingers tracing through your dripping pussy. “Rather messy though.” She scooped up the mixture of wetness, sucking it off the tips of her fingers while letting out a pleased hum. You gasped when her hand returned to your cunt, gathering it again to smear around her cock.
“That’s what happens when you’re a needy little thing, isn’t it?” Emily redirected her gaze to you, pinching at your chin and all you could do was nod as Alex thrusted her hips, her cock sliding easily into you.
“Fuck…” You could feel each ridge of the toy as she thrusted into you, your cunt clenching around it already, still sensitive from your last orgasm. Alex grabbed one of your legs, tossing it over her shoulder so she could fuck deeper into you and you let out a louder moan, eyes fluttering shut, “oh god… don’t stop.”
“So gorgeous.” Alex murmured, her free hand sliding up your body until it cupped your chest, pinching at your nipple, earning a whimper from you as she picked up the pace. Her cock was hitting the sensitive spot inside you with each thrust, pumping deeper into you with each roll of her hips. Heat already surging through you, a shimmer of sweat coating your body as you trembled on the bed.
“Oh god!” You cried out and Emily took advantage of your open mouth, her hand wrapping around your face to keep your lips parted before sliding her cock into your mouth. You moaned around the toy, feeling it hit the back of your throat as Emily’s hand softly wrapped around your neck so she could feel it through your skin.
Alex leant forward, unable to resist getting her mouth on your skin again, the angle of her cock shifting again and your pussy clenched down around her, a muffled cry leaving your lips. Her mouth wrapped around the nipple she wasn’t playing with, tongue flicking against it before her teeth sunk into your skin. You could taste yourself on Emily, along with a hint of the flavoured lube, your tongue tracing patterns around the toy as it plunged in and out of your mouth. One of your hands reached up, wrapping around Emily’s thigh while the other one wrapped around Alex, holding her tight to you as she continued to fuck you with vigor. Hands and mouths moved with skill and ease, toying with you in the exact way to bring you to your peak.
You were a whining mess, gagging around Emily’s cock as she plunged deeper and harder into you, shaking underneath Alex’s body as her mouth swapped to the other side of your chest, hips snapping against yours faster as you soared higher. Alex could feel the way your thighs were shaking around her, the way your chest was heaving as she continued to lavish it with her mouth, her hand snuck between your bodies, rubbing furiously at your clit. Tears of pleasure pricked in the corners of your eyes as you whimpered around Emily’s cock.
“Take it so well princess.” She praised, her hand squeezing ever so lightly around your throat.
“So gorgeous while doing so too.” Alex panted, her teeth sinking into the curve of your chest once again, sucking at the supple skin in an attempt to leave a mark.
You let out a muffled cry around Emily, your body tensing, hands clenching into the two women as your pussy pulsed around Alex’s cock and your orgasm shot through you like fucking fire. Alex’s hand slipped off your clit, her lips leaving a gentle kiss on your skin as she released your leg, sitting up and slowing her thrusts. Emily plunged her cock into your lips once more, stilling as she squeezed the toy, shooting her cum into your mouth and you sucked at it until you were sure it was clean, gasping for a proper breath when her cock slipped from your lips.
“Good girl.” She cooed, her thumb wiping the stray tear from your cheek as you shuddered, yelping when Alex hit a sensitive spot inside you and she chuckled.
“Sorry sweetheart.” She softly squeezed at your thigh before pulling out, watching the mess drip onto the bedspread.
“Satisfied?” Emily asked with a grin, slipping the strap off.
“Very.” You replied with a happy sigh, finally able to properly catch your breath.
“Good.” She leant over the bed to press a gentle kiss to your lips as Alex shifted to rid herself of the strap.
“Need to get you cleaned up sweet girl.” Her hands rubbed at your legs, “how about a bath?”
“Sounds nice.” You murmured, accepting her hand as she pulled you up to sitting.
“You are rater messy.” Emily teased and you pouted in her general direction, “go, let mommy take care of you, I’ll get these sheets changed.”
Alex’s aftercare was beyond incredibly soft, her hands rarely leaving your body, slipping into the bath behind you so she could massage out your stiff joints and muscles before gently washing you. Her lips would brush against your skin every so often and you were simply putty in her hands, completely and utterly relaxed by the time the water was cooling. Emily appeared in the doorway with your favourite pyjamas, warm from the dryer and helped you get dressed, pressing a series of gentle kisses to your face while she made sure you were okay. Both of the women couldn’t help but grin at the blooming marks and bruises scattered around your body, you would certainly be remembering tonight for at least a week. Back in the bedroom Emily urged you under the covers, flicking on the television as she did so, turning to Alex,
“It’s late, you may as well stay.”
“You sure?”
“One of the reasons we have a California king.” She shrugged, reaching to the bedside table to hand you a pint of ice cream, “hungry?”
“Starving.” You murmured back, pressing a kiss to her cheek before you dug in while Alex slipped under the covers on your other side.
Between the three of you, the ice cream was gone within an hour, container placed back on the table. You were nestled into Emily’s side, Alex’s arm wrapped around your waist, fingers tangled with yours while Emily softly played with your hair, leaving gentle kisses on the top of your head. You were nearly asleep when Emily’s phone began to buzz on the bedside table and you let out an annoyed groan.
“I swear to god if that’s a case…” You weren’t even fully finished your thought when Alex’s started to go off on the other side of the bed and you grumbled.
“Sorry darling.” She chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before her hand vanished from yours and she rolled away to answer it.
“Good thing you got thoroughly fucked tonight.” Emily teased, leaning down to kiss you, “might actually make it until we’re back.”
“We?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Well, if we’re gone for longer than a couple of days there’s no limit to how needy you’ll get princess.” She slipped from under the covers, “I’ll leave my credit card, why don’t you pick out a couple of new sets, send us some pictures?”
“I do think you’d look stunning in green.” Alex murmured from the other side of the bed, leaning in to kiss you goodbye.
“Now remember, touch all you want, but you don’t get to come unless one of us says so, alright? Try to behave.”
“Yes daddy.”
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v3nusxsky · 7 months
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Heyyyyy
Would you write a jemily xFem Reader where the Reader just joined the team and the two women find out that reader has never had a threesome so they have one with reader…? Thxxx so much in advance! Do with this what you will (:
-a writer you chat too <33
One for the books 18+
*Authors note~ Jemily smut has been long awaited and very much missed, I’m sorry it’s taking me so long to get our requests I’m getting ready to go to school seeing a lot of family and still trying to book a driving test *
A/n p2~ I know who requested this one and considering I look up to them and admire their work I really hope this is okay
Trigger warnings~ virgin r soft switch JJ and dom Emily, mommy and daddy kink oral degrading praise kinks cum filled strap vibrator bindings body shots gagging drinking? Masturbation?
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
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Ladies night with the BAU was always interesting, but this was your first one as a member of the team. After all what a better way to get to know you. Truthfully JJ had her eye on you for a while, but her wife was adamant you weren’t even gay at this point. The little fantasy of finding another to introduce into the bedroom at least would have to be with someone who was definitely gay, no matter how much they truly wanted you. But a few drinks later and a few probing questions had you spelling that you were in fact a lesbian and very much single. The green light for the women to proposition you. A quick conversation decided that JJ should be the one to approach you due to her motherly nature.
That was how you ended up sat next to JJ as you had a hushed conversation, Emily keeping Garcia busy which gave the plan a violent shove. “I’ve never um I’m a virgin” you whispered to the blonde. “It’s okay baby, we can teach you everything you want to know, need to know and probably some things you haven’t even thought of” JJ reassured which had you nodding in agreement and admitting how badly you wanted the women. Your fantasies at night would be real and that was sure to be one for the books.
Perhaps that’s enough of the story to explain how you had been taken to the women’s hotel room with the promise of a nightcap and a conversation. The very conversation that had a very drunk you had your top off, revealing a pretty navy blue bra to the women. JJ preparing you with salt and lime juice, all the way from the middle of your bra to the waistband of your skirt, before she pours the liquid along your body and allows Emily to lick up the trail, ensuring to get every last drop of the liquor. The feeling of the raven haired woman’s tongue was unlike no other and you couldn’t bite back a whimper when she gently nipped the smooth skin of your stomach.
From there you were ready to beg them to ruin you, to take your innocence as long as you had them. But Emily already knew how much you needed them, so she set JJ to work. The blonde agent happily stripped you bare and used soft silky material to tie your wrists to the bedposts. From there she spread your legs and with the nod from Emily took an experimental swipe of your slit. Meanwhile Emily had appeared by your head to shower your breasts with her kisses. Truly you had to have died and gone to heaven? Because nothing has ever felt like this, real or not.
Your little whimpers and whines of need were turning both the other agents on to no end, so it was rather hard for them to keep up their little game. Emily had JJ stop and untie you, not wanting to push any limits but giving you a crash course on certain elements. Then she helped you tie the blonde woman up with a skill you seemed to lack. Only then did you watch Emily take your discarded panties and stuff them in the other woman’s mouth to stifle a protest. “Angel, your next lesson is to make your mommy feel good” Emily purred kissing your neck. “Em, I uh I don’t know how” you whispered feeling slightly embarrassed about that. “Oh but you will learn to be a good slut for mommy right?” Emily was pleased to see you nod In response, “then go eat mommy out angel, don’t be rough darling she doesn’t like that too much, gentle licks and kisses like a good girl.”
It took a few trys to find the right pressure and speed and also to get use to the taste of her pussy on your tongue but as soon as you did, you were eating her cunt like a pro, Emily couldn’t be prouder, watching her wife’s face contort in pleasure as her moans were muffled buy your panties had the woman dipping her hand into her own panties to play with her own puffy clit. Truly you couldn’t pinpoint when both the woman stripped down to nothing but maybe that’s because you were busy being fucked by Jays talented tongue. But hearing the praise and encouragement mixed with moans tumbling from Emily gave you the indication that she was very much playing with herself as you pleasure her wife.
“Oh fuck! Y/n good fucking girl, daddy is so proud, oh fuck Jay I’m coming with you, come for us” Emily demanded and be the tone alone Jay was instantly following the command, soaking your face with her cum as it gushed from her fluttering core. You helped her down the best you could before Emily instructed you on how to untie the spent woman. A few moments later JJ was back and ready to confine so Emily demanded she helped position you, after all the guest of honour hasn’t came yet. Once in position Emily lubed up her cum filled strap on and asked for your consent. Of course you gave it willingly, Emily prentiss wanting to deflower you? Any gay teenage girls dream come true.
It hurt at first, your little pained whimper causing JJ to coo at you from her place in the room where she was digging through her bag, Emily kissing away the few stray tears that escaped. But some time and patience had you begging her to move, to fuck you. You wanted to be hers. “Fuck angel, who would’ve know you were a slut? A pretty fucking whore for everyone to use. Dirty girl for daddy” she panted as she began to find her rhythm pounding into your needy cunt.
“Oh but what about mommy’s precious girl? Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me too” JJ teased coming over to you and handing Emily a small little vibrating toy. Emily seemed to get rougher with her thrusts and when you mewled out loudly JJ would silence you with kisses or sucking on your breasts. But soon enough not even that would quieten you so she slipped two fingers in your mouth and pressed on your tongue, causing you to instinctively suck on them. “Oh fuck baby, keep doing that. You should see the way she’s clamping around my cock, wanna cum pretty?” You attempted to answer around her fingers, “oh wait that’s right, our little whore is too busy sucking on mommys fingers to speak, did we dumb you down baby?”
The tightening in your lower stomach was getting stronger the more Emily drilled into your awaiting cunt before you felt it suddenly snap and your body convulse as pleasure shot through you. “That’s it angel, good girl, you’re so fucking pretty” Emily panted before squeezing the balls of her strap on to cum inside of you. Now all three body’s covered in sweat and on the come down from a blissful night, yet Emily was the one to want to clean you both up, to get water and snuggle, JJ opting to curl up and nap leaving you and Emily alone to talk. She reassured you this wasn’t just a fling for them. And that you were so good, she reassured you for any worries you may have until you drifted off to sleep between them both.
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lonelysatellites · 7 months
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Unholy | Part 3 | Gator Tillman x fem reader
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I think it’s becoming more and more apparent with each snippet of Fargo that we get that my characterisation is way off 😅 but hey when I started this we knew next to nothing about Gator
18+ minors dni: smut, angst, mentions of violence and injury, blood mention, gun mention, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, swearing, drug mention, religious themes, if I’ve forgotten anything let me know! 7.5k (got carried away sorry)
Find the first 2 parts here
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The night that Gator broke your heart, the summer drought is also broken. Vicious claps of thunder shake the house, God unleashing his fury at your transgressions. Bright veins of lightening illuminate the dark sky, fat drops of rain punching the scorched earth outside, a few splashing onto the painted surface of your window sill. You know he won’t come, so why did you still leave the window open?
You spot him the following morning, slamming the screen door behind him, moodily stomping across soggy ground to his car. He’s buzzed his hair, the soft tresses that you’d clung between your fingers just hours ago now gone. You wonder if he thought of your hands in his hair as it fell to the floor.
Despite the agonising pain in your chest, you do as he’s asked you, for once. You stay away from him.
You can’t avoid him entirely of course. He stands nearby after church, while your dad exchanges pleasantries with his mom and dad. You watch his younger sisters while his folks are out at work, ignoring him when he returns to the house, just wordlessly pass him by and let him take over babysitter duties. On a few hellish evenings you’re forced to sit opposite him across the dinner table, at least thankful that you don’t have to take hold of his hands when everyone says grace over the food. You eat with your eyes cast down, tuning out to the small talk around you. He does the same. You don’t feel his eyes on you, not even once.
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Your daddy doesn’t pick up on the tension, too absorbed by the stress of his work to notice your foul mood that’s dragged on for weeks. The whole town is buzzing with whispered stories, shreds of gossip. It’s hard to tell what’s real, and what’s been fabricated for the sake of a juicy story.
Your ears snatch snippets of conversation between classmates at college.
Drugs, guns, a body found in the woods.
To them it’s just fun, finally something exciting to talk about in a town where usually the worst kinds of crimes are just petty misdemeanours. A group of kids from the high school trying to sneak beer out of Kowalski’s under their coats. A domestic that reaches boiling point, neighbours banging on the walls and screaming for quiet. The scandal that was Mr Jackson’s hideous garden gnomes being smashed three days in a row.
It’s not exciting for you. Seeing your dad so on edge had fear seeping into your bones. You were practically on lockdown. College was the only place you could go unattended, and you were under strict instructions to come straight home after classes, taking the bus instead of your bike so you weren’t alone. You could go as far as picking up groceries, so long as either Mr or Mrs Tillman went with you. Other than that, you stayed at home.
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You knew things must have been bad when you caught sight of Gator.
After a joint trip to the grocery store, you’d helped his mom carry her share of the bags in from the car. Sweat trickled down your back as you hoisted the heavy bags from the trunk, balancing them precariously on your hip so you could free a hand to slam the lid down. You’d usually make some excuse to leave and slink back to your solitary confinement, but the chilled air in the Tillman kitchen and the offer of sweet iced tea was too much to resist.
You sat on a stool by the island, sipping your drink as Mrs Tillman put away cans of corn and black beans. Her rambunctious six year old comes skidding into the kitchen, running laps around the island, babbling a mile a minute about a toad that she and her sisters had found at the end of the backyard.
“I don’t want to see no toad. Go on, get outta here!” Her mom laughed, shooing her away. The tiny hurricane leaves as swiftly as she came, a banging of the back door signifying her exit.
“And don’t slam that door!” Mrs Tillman shouted after her, giving you a wry smile. You giggled, twirling your paper straw around in your glass.
The door slams again, harder this time.
The woman’s face hardens as she bellows again.
“What did I just say about that damn d-“
A sharp gasp cuts off her words, eyes widening like saucers. You spin on your stool, wondering what on Earth could have horrified her so much.
Gator stands in the entrance to the kitchen, leaning against the wooden frame.
His uniform is a mess, shirt askew and torn at the collar, deep merlot splatters staining the cotton. It’s easy to see where the stains had come from, his cheeks swollen and bruised, bottom lip split, dry blood crusting over the cut. Your eyes move down to where the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows. His right forearm is hidden beneath a navy blue cast.
“What the hell happened to you?!” Mrs Tillman shrieks.
Gator stands frozen in place, his eyes tracing over your face. Your expression has quickly warped to horror, matching his mothers.
“Gator!”
The boy shakes his head, wincing as he does so.
“M’fine mom. It’s nothin’.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing to me.” She says, crossing the room and reaching up to cup her sons tender face in her hands.
“Quit fussing’ over me. I’m fine.” He snaps. He knocks her hands away and storms out of the room, the sound of his heavy footsteps on the stairs echoing through the house.
“I - I think I’d best be getting back. Thank you for the tea Mrs Tillman.” You whisper.
The woman seems to be in too much of a daze to hear you, and she only responds when you rise from your chair.
“Yes, of course dear. You’re always welcome, you know that.” She says quietly. She walks you to the front door, waiting until you’ve crossed the short distance to you home and you’re inside before she shuts it behind her. You wonder what she’ll say to Gator. You know he won’t give anything away.
As much as you’re dying to know what happened, you don’t ask you dad. He in turn offers no explanation for Gator’s injuries. You’re left with only your imagination, your mind keeping you up at night, tossing and turning in the sheets, the image of Gator’s bruised and bloody face the only thing you see when you close your eyes. You shouldn’t care as much as you do. A wicked part of you thinks he deserves to get his ass beat.
But you know that it wasn’t just some scuffle; a drunken brawl or heated argument that reached boiling point. There was a danger in this quiet town. Something that the sheriffs department was ill-prepared for, struggling to keep it contained, a dark threat that loomed over you all.
Each night you prayed for God to watch over your daddy and keep him safe. Gator too.
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The trees lining the modest campus wave their branches at you in the breeze. Leaves in various states of change; some still green and vibrant, others rusted and curling at the edges, preparing to fall. You weave through the bodies, moleskin hugged close to your chest, making your way to the bus stop.
A deep voice calling your name makes you pause.
Drew Chambers hurries along the sidewalk, knocking into a few students without an apology. He’s relatively unchanged since high school, just a little broader, and he was already an intimidating figure in his teens. The star quarterback, who’s light didn’t quite burn bright enough to earn him a spot in the colleges of his choice. You’d seen him around campus a few times, but you’d never spoken to him. You weren’t friends in school, he was a year older and moved in different circles. You tried to stay out of the way of him and the rest of his jock buddies. You knew little about him, other than his reputation for making his way through most of the cheer squad, and his bitter rivalry with Gator.
“Hey! I didn’t know you went here.” He smiles, slowing to a stop in front of you, blocking the path.
“Yeah. First year.” You shrug.
“I’m in my second. Sports science and physiotherapy.” He explains, even though you didn’t ask.
You nod politely but don’t reply. Although it seems that Drew is happy to do most of the talking.
“It’s nice to see a familiar face around here.” He says.
You hum in vague agreement. Why the hell was he talking to you?
“We should catch up sometime.” He says, like you had ever had a conversation this long before.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing.” You reply.
“Really? A pretty girl like you’s got no plans on a Friday night?” Drew grins. His pale green eyes scan your body from head to toe, lingering where your dress skims over your thighs.
“Nope.”
“Perfect. I’ll take you out for dinner then.”
It’s a statement, not a question. Like it’s a given that you’d want his attention.
“I don’t know..” you murmur.
“C’mon. It’ll be fun. I’ll pick you up at 7. You’re on Maple, right? Up by Tillman?”
You jolt at the mention of Gator, but it goes unnoticed by Drew. You had no desire whatsoever to spend an evening with him, but a thought creeps into your brain and takes hold.
What would Gator think, if he saw you being picked up by another boy? The thought that he might be jealous makes you dizzy, a smugness washing over you that makes the decision easy.
“Yeah. Okay, sounds good.” You smile.
“Awesome. I’ll see you later then pretty girl.” Drew grins, turning back to go back the way he came. His words don’t have the butterflies in your stomach spreading their wings like when Gator called you pretty, but that didn’t matter. Maybe it would be good for you to spend time with someone new.
On the bus journey home you wrack your brain trying to figure out how you’ll convince your daddy to let you out of the house. You needn’t have worried, a scribbled note on the kitchen counter let’s you know that he won’t be home until late, maybe not until the following morning. The Tillmans will have a place set for you for dinner.
You call the house next door, relieved when it’s Gator’s mom who answers the phone. You feign a headache, excusing yourself from dinner, feeling a little guilty at the white lie, but you couldn’t exactly tell her the truth. It’d get straight back to your dad.
Despite not being particularly excited for the evening ahead, you still make an effort when getting ready. The cut of your powder blue dress is modest (you didn’t want Drew getting any ideas) but it clings to your waist and hips in a way that subtly shows your curves.
It was one of Gator’s favourites.
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You’d been wearing it on a cool afternoon earlier in the summer, stretched out in the backyard. Back pressed to the warm tiles lining the pool, one arm hanging limp at your side, fingertips cutting slowly through the chill turquoise water. You’d heard his whistle, the sound shrill enough to disrupt Hozier’s crooning through your AirPods.
“Did you just whistle at me?” You huff, your nose wrinkling in annoyance as you push up to see Gator leaning against the fence.
“In my defence, I called your name first. But you were too busy daydreaming.” He grinned.
“C’mon. I want your help with something again.” He said lowly.
It was embarrassing how quickly you scrambled to your feet, leaving your phone and ear buds dropped somewhere in the grass, Would That I now playing only to the ladybirds and ants.
It took little convincing on Gator’s part for you to help him with his problem.
He at least had the decency to toss a pillow onto his bedroom floor, your knees squishing into the soft down as you settled in place. He stood over you, almost statuesque, like an angel carved by the hands of Michelangelo himself. Or perhaps he was the devil.
Either way, you let your lips fall apart, tongue laid flat as he sheathed himself into your mouth. You’d thought it might be strange, off-putting, to do this to someone. But you loved every second of it as much as Gator did, looking up at him with glassy eyes, watching him unravel as he thrust into the wet heat of your mouth. He groaned, a vein bulging in his tanned neck, that if your mouth hadn’t been otherwise engaged, you’d have eagerly traced with your tongue. You took deep breaths through your nose, fighting off the urge to gag and blinking away the tears that streamed down your cheeks, all in an effort to earn his sweet praise.
“Oh fuck. That’s it - shit! Good girl, you’re such a good girl f’me.”
When he came, you swallowed down everything he had given you. Your reward was rough fingertips wiping away your tears; tucking stray hairs back behind your ears. A crooked smile, and a wink that sucked the oxygen out of your lungs.
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You shake the memory from your head. A spritz of Marc Jacobs Daisy chases away the ghost of jasmine and sandalwood that you swear still lingers in your room, Bleu de Chanel soaked into every soft surface despite it being almost two months since Gator had been here. You’re swiping on a sticky layer of gloss when there’s a knock at the front door.
As you descend the stairs there’s more thumping, impatient. Drew was obviously eager for your date to begin.
“M’coming!” You shout, hopping down the hallway, fighting with the laces of your Converse as you go. With the stubborn sneaker finally on your foot, you pull open the door.
Your bright smile fades immediately to a scowl.
“What are you doing here?”
Gator frowns.
“Mom said you weren’t coming over for dinner. You weren’t feeling well.”
“Okay. And?” You ask incredulously.
“And, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He shrugs.
You snort, a sarcastic laugh that makes Gator’s teeth grind together. He wasn’t used to you being so sharp, so abrupt. Where had his sweet girl gone? Is this what he’d turned you into?
“I’m fine.” You snap, moving to close the door. You’re blocked by a large hand pressed to the wood.
Gators eyes scan you suspiciously.
“What’re you all dressed up for?” He asks.
“I’m going out.” You say defiantly, folding your arms across your chest.
“So you lied to my mom?”
“I - I didn’t lie exactly.” You mutter.
“But you don’t have a headache, clearly.”
“I’ll have one in a minute if I keep talking to you!” You snap.
Gator rolls his eyes, his hand on the door curling into a fist.
“Who are you going out with?” He snarls.
“A friend.”
“Which friend?”
“Gator, I don’t see how that’s any of your busi-“
God must still be out to punish you, if Drew’s terrible timing is anything to go by.
Gator’s head snaps to look down your driveway as silver Altima rolls over the gravel.
“No.” He says, shaking his head. He looks back at you with fury burning bright behind his eyes.
“No way. Not happening.”
You scoff, shoving him hard with your shoulder so you can step over the threshold. You ignore him cursing under his breath, locking the door, although it’s a difficult task when your hands shake with anger.
“Hey sweetheart!” Drew calls, grinning cockily as he steps out of the car.
“Tillman.”
Gator doesn’t respond to the acknowledgement. His hand wraps around your bicep, not enough to hurt but enough to stop you in your tracks as you descend your porch.
“You’re not going out with Drew fucking Chambers.” Gator spits.
“Gator, you told me to stay away from you. Those were your exact words. You’re bored of me, remember?”
The boy winces. His hold on your arm loosens, and you wrench yourself away.
“If you don’t want anything to do with me, then that means you don’t get to tell me where I can go, or who I can go there with!”
You don’t let him get another word in, stomping over to Drew’s car. He gives Gator one final mocking wave as you slam the passenger door behind you, before dropping back into his seat and reversing out onto the road.
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If there’s any small consolation for Gator, it’s that you don’t seem to be enjoying your date all that much. Even at this distance, he can tell your smile is fake, can see the way your eyes drift to look around the room, like they always do when you’re distracted. Daydreaming.
Are you thinking about him? Are you wishing that he was the one sitting across from you on those cracked vinyl seats, sharing a sundae and talking shit about stuff that doesn’t matter?
What would you talk about? Gator realises that there’s still so much about you that he doesn’t know. Talking wasn’t exactly his priority during the times you were together.
You gave him tidbits of information here and there, happy to fill the silence that he gave you in the moments where you redressed, or as he drove you back home. In the weeks without you, Gator has clung to those stories and facts that you’d told him. He wasn’t sure if it made him miss you more, or less, but he still recited them over and over in his head.
You’re a Sagittarius. Gator doesn’t believe in all that bullshit, but he still smiles when he remembers the look on your face when he told you his birthday.
“You’re an Aries! See, that’s why we’re compatible.”
You miss your mom living at home, but you don’t miss her constant fighting with your dad.
You want to run your own bookstore one day, maybe with a little cafe inside.
Your favourite colour is yellow. Not bright or neon, but soft, pastel. Like the feathers of a duckling.
Parked across the road from the diner, Gator watches through his open window as you eat another spoonful of ice cream. You shudder a little, nose wrinkling up in that adorable way it always does when you don’t like something. Drew’s ordered chocolate.
He should’ve got strawberry. Strawberry is your favourite.
When your date has polished off the last of the sundae, and tossed a handful of bills onto the table, the two of you make your way outside. Drew’s hand comes to rest on the small of your back as he guides you to the car, the casual possessiveness of the touch making Gator’s fists clench. His right arm, a little paler than the left thanks to the weeks trapped in plaster throbs. A reminder of the last time Gator let his emotions get the better of him. Recklessness that could’ve cost him far greater than just a broken wrist.
Still, he doesn’t stop his emotions from ruling him once again. He waits a few seconds, leaving a reasonable distance before his car rolls out onto the road, following you both.
His plan was just to make sure you got back safe, ensure that you made it back into your home alone. But at a junction where Drew should have turned left, his vehicle instead goes right. He’s not taking you home.
Gator’s chest turns tight. He knows all to well where this road leads, everyone who grew up in this town does. Another fifteen minutes and you’ll be at the quarry. Long abandoned, nature had since reclaimed the space, moss and leaves wrapping the discarded equipment. No one ever went there now, except horny teenagers looking for a private space away from the prying eyes of the town.
Gator won’t let you get that far. He flicks the switch on the dashboard, blue lights cutting through the dying sunlight. His siren blares as Drew’s car comes to a stop at the side of the road.
“What the fuck?” Drew whispers, watching Gator’s reflection in the rear view mirror as he steps out of his car, making his way slowly to you. You don’t say a word, your breath coming quicker in staccato pants.
Gator pauses at the back of the vehicle. It’s rocks a little, a crunching sound cutting through the quiet.
“What the fuck?!” Drew says again, shouting now. He twists in his seat, his window sliding down in time for Gator to appear next to it.
“You’ve got a brake light out.” Gator says matter of factly.
“I know! I just heard you smash it!” Drew barks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The hell you don’t Tillman! Who the fuck do you-“
“If you’ve got a problem, you can file a complaint with Roy.”
Drew shuts up immediately.
“Step out of the car. Both of you.”
“Why?” Drew asks.
“Because I said so.”
The heat has dropped, the air chilled enough that goosebumps break out over your bare arms when you climb out. You clutch your purse close to your chest, watching as Drew exits. He’s toe to toe with Gator, both boys rolling their shoulders back and standing at full height.
“You got anything on you that you shouldn’t?” Gator asks.
“No.” Drew replies.
“Well I’m not gonna just take your word for it. Turn around and put your hands on the vehicle.”
“Are you serious?” Drew snaps.
Gator doesn’t respond with words. But he puts both hands on his hips, one resting over the weapon holstered at his side.
Drew acquiesces.
Gator is rough as he pats Drew down, his hands moving down his torso and into the pockets of his jeans. He pulls out Drew’s wallet, flipping it open and flicking through the cash in there. He grins when he removes a square foil packet.
“I doubt you’ll be needing this.” Gator smirks, waving the condom in the boy’s face before throwing it to the ground. His fingers reach into the wallet again. This time his brows raise in surprise as he pulls out a small plastic bag of white powder.
“Well well well. What do we have here?”
“That - that’s not mine.” Drew stutters.
“It was in your wallet.”
“I don’t know how that got there.”
“I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of it at the station. Hands behind your back Chambers.” Gator sneers.
“C’mon man. Don’t do this. Please - we can work something out.”
Gator ignores Drew’s pleas, reading him his rights in a bored voice, the metal cuffs clinking as he secures his arms behind his back.
He pulls him round to the curb roughly, Drew stumbling as he tries to keep up.
“Sit there and don’t move.” Gator orders. He shoves Drew to the ground, and without his hands to steady himself he falls to his side, face landing in the dirt.
Gator radios for backup, and your blood runs cold. How on Earth would you explain this to your daddy if he turns up?
“Hands on the car.” Gator says quietly, his breath ghosting on the shell of your ear. You jolt, not realising he’d crept up behind you. Your hands shake as you place them on the cool metal.
Gator nudges your feet apart with his boot, widening your stance. His weight leans into your back, one thigh slotted between your legs as he presses you against the vehicle. You try to ignore the heat that blooms between your thighs.
He’s slower with you, but still a little rough. His hands grip your sides, rucking up the fabric of your dress, slipping down over your hips. He grips the fat of them, guiding them down so his thigh is pressed against your core. You can’t see him, but you know he must be smirking. There’s no way he can’t feel the heat radiating from you.
It’s obvious that there’s nothing concealed beneath the thin fabric of your dress, but Gator drags out his search. Your face heats at the thought of your date sitting just a couple of feet away, watching someone else touch you with so much familiarity and possessiveness.
A few minutes later, more flashing lights come into view. You hold your breath when the door swings open, sighing audibly with relief when a young deputy steps out. He gives you a surprised look as Gator approaches him.
While the two cops talk quietly between themselves, Drew mutters furiously under his breath. You share in his anger, glaring at the back of Gator’s head so intensely you’re sure he must feel it.
The deputy pulls Drew to his feet, leading him to the back of his vehicle.
“Hey. Hey! What about my car?” He shouts.
Gator laughs.
“This heap of shit? I wouldn’t worry about it, if someone steals it they’d be doing you a favour.” He mocks.
With Drew secured in the backseat the deputy nods his head to you.
“What about her? Should we call her dad?”
“Nah. No point in worrying him with this. I’ll just take her home.” Gator replies.
You stand with your arms folded tight across your chest, waiting until the deputy’s car fades from view. Then you start to make your way down the road towards town.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Gator calls.
“Home!” You snap.
“Get in the car!” Gator orders.
You ignore him, hurrying your pace. His footsteps crunch on gravel as he jogs in front of you, blocking your path.
“Get. In. The car.” He snarls.
“Or what?” You smirk.
“You gonna cuff me?”
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Cold metal digs into your wrists, a little too tight, biting your flesh. Gator at least had the decency to cuff your arms in front of you, and he’s careful when he helps you into the passenger seat of his Dodge, one hand on your arm to steady you, the other curling over the top of your head so you don’t hit it on the way in.
You sit pouting when he starts the vehicle, furious tension filling the small space.
“You pleased with yourself?” You sneer.
“Very.” Gator replies.
“What the fuck is your problem? Why did you have to spoil everything?”
“Oh I’m sorry. Sorry I ruined your perfect date with such a wonderful gentleman.” Gator says sarcastically.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Well what exactly do you mean?”
“I mean why couldn’t you just leave me alone!” You shriek, you anger reaching boiling point.
“You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me either!”
“That’s not what it is.” Gator says gruffly.
“Well what is it then? You had no right to do what you did.”
“So I should’ve just left you to it then? Let him take you off to the quarry and do god knows what with you. Is that what you wanted, huh? You wanted to spread your legs for him like every other girl in this town has? Give him another notch on his belt?”
Your fury burns bright white in your chest, every cell in your body vibrating with it.
“You’re such a fucking hypocrite!” You scream.
Gator just manages to dodge your still cuffed hands swinging at his face, grabbing at your wrists to stop the assault.
“Hey!” He shouts back. A vein pulses on his forehead, his teeth bared in a threatening sneer.
“You’ve fucked half the girls in this town too Gator. You’re no better than Drew! And you seemed more than happy to mess around with me when you thought I was some innocent little lamb that you were leading astray. That’s all it was to you - some sick curiosity at corrupting me! When I wasn’t pure anymore I wasn’t good enough. You just tossed me aside like damaged goods!”
Your chest heaves, feeling lightheaded after your rant. Gator stares at you slack jawed, in horror and disbelief at your words.
“That’s - that’s not how it was.” He says quietly.
“Bullshit!”
“Alright! Listen, you’re right okay? It was like that at first. It was gross and fucked up, I liked the fact that I was the only one who’d ever touched you like that. B-but then it changed. That wasn’t what it was like for me in the end.”
You scoff. You try to pull away from him, but Gator keeps a firm hold on you, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“I - fuck! You scare the shit out me.”
“What are you talking about?” You mutter.
“You scare me. The way you make me feel scares me. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” He says, furiously tapping at his temple.
“I didn’t know what to do, I just couldn’t let anything to happen to you. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“You hurt me Gator.”
Your voice wobbles, cutting off in a high pitched squeak. Tears burn your eyes, spilling down to stain your cheeks.
“I know. I’m sorry baby.”
“Stop it. Y-you don’t get to call me that anymore.” You hiccup. A sob breaks from your chest, the tears coming harder now.
“Hey. Shhh it’s okay, please don’t cry.” Gator whispers.
Metal clinks softly, the cuffs released from your wrists and thrown to the floor. Gator rubs his thumbs over the indents left in your skin, pulling your hands up to his face so he can kiss the marks he’s made.
“M’sorry.” He mumbles against your skin.
“I’m so sorry.”
You want to scream. You want to use your new freedom to claw at his face, tell him you don’t forgive him, you hate him. But you don’t. Not even a little bit.
You whine his name through your sobs, body falling limp against the seat. You've got no fight left. No when he’s touching you so tenderly, when he’s whispering sweet words to you, when you can smell the citrus and warm spice of his cologne. His scent crawls through your nose and up to your brain, like a parasite seeking a host, it takes over until all you can think about is how much you missed him.
“C’mere.” The boy murmurs, his voice softer than you’ve ever known it.
He pulls you flush to his chest. The centre console digs into your hip; it’s an awkward angle, your body twisted uncomfortably, but you don’t care. Gator cradles your face in his large hands, plump lips kissing away the wetness on your cheeks. Noses bump in a sweet nuzzle, quiet sighs exhaled that mingle together in the minuscule distance between your mouths.
Then he kisses you.
It’s all backwards. He’s worked you open with his fingers, had his head buried between your thighs, you’ve let the heavy weight of his cock rest on your tongue and nudge the back of your throat. And now, after all of it, you’re sharing your first kiss.
You taste like chocolate ice cream and root beer. Gator tastes like cigarettes and cinnamon gum. His lips are warm and pillowy soft, his tongue hot and wet when it slides into your mouth to meet yours.
Gator’s anger sparks hot in his chest once more when he thinks that someone else came so close to tasting you, to sharing this milestone with you. It had to be him that stole your first kiss. It had to be him that was your first everything. He swallows down the irritation, letting your lips soothe and chase away his insecurities. Your hands fist his shirt, greedy, trying to pull him closer when there’s already no distance left to cover.
You kiss until the need for oxygen is too great to fight, gasping when you break apart. He searches your eyes for any sign of regret, but he finds none. Only longing and need.
He reaches over to take hold of your seat belt, stretching it across your body and buckling you in.
“Are we going home?” You whisper.
“No.” He says softly. He leans back in his seat, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. Your skin tingles at the contact.
When you hesitantly place one hand over his, you’re relieved that he doesn’t pull away. Just let’s your fingers slot in between his, squeezing until his knuckles turn white.
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The lights at the quarry no longer work, only the moon left to illuminate the vast space. It should be intimidating, scary, to be somewhere so far from town in the dark. Nothing but discarded excavators and the old office, a converted shipping container with windows smashed in by some rowdy teenagers years ago.
But Mother Nature has softened the harsh edges of this place, her vines and moss wrapping metal and stone in a delicate blanket. She’s the only one who bares witness to what happens here now.
Gator pulls up next to a graffiti covered bulldozer, colourful tags in splotchy spray paint partially obscured by leaves and branches. He kills the engine, returning the space to its silence.
When he turns to you, his expression is hesitant. He waits.
He’s giving you the opportunity to change you mind; to demand that he takes you home, that he goes back to ignoring you and let’s you get on with your life without him.
Instead, you unclip your seatbelt and open your door, trembling legs swinging out.
He copies your motions, watching you with careful eyes as you open the back door and climb in.
It’s a little cramped, but you have just enough space to move, settling on your knees and shuffling to the middle seat. Close enough that you can capture his lips once again.
Gator hums through the kiss, greedy hands on your waist, squeezing the dough of your flesh under thin cotton. Your hands make their way to his hair, the soft scratch of stubble a foreign feeling.
“I’ll grow it back.” He promises between kisses.
“Mmm. It does look nice like this.” You whisper.
“But you prefer it long.”
“I do.”
“Then I’ll grow it back.” He confirms again.
You let him lean his weight into you, guiding you back until you’re laying across the seats, his hand protecting your head once again so you don’t hit it on the window. His lips dip down to your neck, sucking at your skin with a pressure that just isn’t enough.
“Harder.” You beg.
“It’ll leave a mark.” He says.
“Don’t care. I want it to.”
Gator’s far beyond the point of denying you.
If you asked him to bring you the moon, he wouldn’t stop until he’d found some way up to the dark sky, until he’d put the pale glowing orb in your hands.
His mouth forms a tight seal on the skin below your ear, sucking a deep bruise there that will fade far quicker than these feelings will. You’re growing desperate for him, the ache between your legs pulsing with want.
You don’t need to tell him, he knows your desires without you voicing them, they match his own. He moves lower, pushing up the hem of your dress, exposing the soaked fabric that covers your core.
“So pretty.” He says.
The butterflies in your stomach unfurl their wings. They’ve been so neglected, but now they wake from their slumber, fluttering from Gator’s praise. As he pulls your underwear down your legs you sigh, half expecting to see those tiny winged insects exhaled on your breath, flying through the warm air in the car.
Gator doesn’t waste time; he pries your legs apart, firm hands squeezing plush thighs as his head dips down. His nose brushes your clit, the bundle of nerves coming alive with pleasure, while his tongue swirls messily at your entrance.
You’re grateful for his strong hold on you, you feel like you might float away without his grounding touch. Your head thumps back against the door, warmth and joy flooding over you as Gator brings you almost embarrassingly quickly to the precipice.
His deep groans vibrate against your core, one hand leaving your thigh to clumsily stroke the hard on that’s tenting his pants.
“D-don’t - don’t cum in your pants again.” You tease. You feel him grin against your slick flesh, responding with a gentle nip at your bud that makes you keen.
One hand flies out to grab the bars that separate the front of the vehicle from the back, fingers curling around cool metal, in desperate need of something to hold on to.
The other finds the back of Gator’s head, short hairs prickling the pads of your fingers. You pull him closer, encouraging him to bury himself deep between your thighs.
“Fuck. Gator… I’m - I’m gonna-“
The cry that cuts off your words is loud and sharp, filling the small space and leaving a ringing in your ears. Your body convulses, thighs attempting to snap shut around the boys head. He continues to lap at you until your moans fade to overstimulated whimpers and pathetic mewls. Then he finally shows mercy.
Your vision is hazy, but you see the smile stretched across Gator’s face, his lips shining with spit and you. It’s not a smirk, not some condescending or sarcastic grin that you want to wipe from his face. It’s the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen him wear; soft and warm. Almost loving.
You’re still coming down from your high, body trembling with the aftershocks. You should be sated, content. But the ache you felt before has only grown in intensity, almost painful with how your body cries out for him.
“Please.” You whine, making grabby hand motions at him, no longer embarrassed to beg for him.
“I’ve got you baby.” Gator says softly.
“Let me see you.”
He pulls you upright, kissing you deeply, only breaking it to tug your dress up over your head. One skilled hand snaps the clasp of your bra behind your back, letting the garment fall and be discarded.
Through his kisses you fumble with the buttons on his shirt, your hands shaking so much that he has to take over. It slides off over his broad shoulders, exposing the chest hair that makes your mouth water, and a constellation of tiny moles and freckles that you hope you’ll have the opportunity to explore another day.
Right now there’s no time, there’s an urgency in the confines of these back seats that has Gator hastily unbuckling his belt. Your breath hitches as he rolls down his zipper, a quite groan falling from his lips as the pressure that restrained his length is gone. He’s too impatient to unlace his boots, so he settles for shoving his pants and boxers down to his ankles, crawling over you until you're settled with his weight pressing you into the seats.
His cock lays heavy on your stomach, pearly pre smearing across your skin.
You press a sweet kiss to Gator’s cheekbone, his eyes fluttering closed, nose brushing against yours. When you reach down between your bodies and wrap a fist around his cock, Gator makes the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard, a needy whine that no music could ever compare to.
You shift your hips, angling the head of his cock down until it sweeps through your folds.
“Shit, baby. Baby - wait.” Gator gasps. You pause at the sudden change in his voice. Gator’s mossy eyes look almost entirely black in the dark, and they widen in panic.
“I don’t have a condom.” He says dejectedly. He frowns, and you know he’s cursing himself for tossing the foil packet he took from Drew’s wallet aside.
“I don’t care.” You say softly.
“Baby.” He warns.
“Sshhh. It’s okay. I want you Gator. All of you.” You whisper.
You guide the thick length in your hand lower, feeling the tip of him nudge at your entrance.
“Are - are you sure?” Gator asks.
You answer him with a kiss. It’s enough to break the last of his resolve.
Gator props himself up on one arm, his other hand wrapping over yours as he guides himself into you. There’s some resistance, despite how wet you are and how much you need him, it takes a firm push for his tip to breach your entrance. You gasp at the sting, a sharp pain as your walls try to adjust to the intrusion.
“Just breath. That’s it, that’s my good girl. You can take it baby.” Gator murmurs, peppering kisses across your face as he rolls his hips. He pushes and pushes, until his pelvis is flush with your mound, and he fills you completely.
Gator stays still, letting you adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. Needy hands grab at his shoulders, crescent moons left in his skin as you cling to him. The pain subsides slowly, melting away until all that you’re left with is that same ache. It’s not something physical, you realise. This ache is from how badly you need him to claim you, make you his.
As if there was ever any doubt who you belonged to.
“You can move.” You whisper.
He’s slow, so careful and gentle as he pulls out halfway, sinking back in at a languid pace. Your walls squeeze him, trying to make him stay each time his hips roll back.
“You’re so tight.” He says through gritted teeth.
“You feel like heaven baby.”
And he’s right. It is heavenly. You’re own little paradise in the back seat of a cop car.
With each careful thrust, the head of Gator’s cock presses against a spot that sets your body alight, sweat beading on your skin. The windows fog from heated breaths, concealing you both from the outside world. It’s just you and him. Nothing else matters.
“I’m not gonna last much longer angel.” Gator moans.
“Can you cum for me again? I need to feel it baby.”
You can’t find the words the respond to him, all you can do is nod your head weakly where it’s tucked against his neck. The trimmed curls at his base brush over your clit with every movement, your pleasure inching closer and closer to its peak.
“Please baby.” Gator whimpers.
The desperation in his tone pushes you over the edge. You tumble head first into euphoria, babbling his name over and over like a prayer. Your moans are loud enough to reach the heavens, all those virtuous angels probably blushing and averting their eyes to such unholy sights. How could it be a sin to feel something this wonderful? If it was, then on the day of your judgement you’d gladly look God right in the eyes and tell him it was worth it.
The feeling of you pulsing over him is too much for Gator. He loses the last of his composure, his hips snapping against you harder, chasing down his own high. He cums with a deep moan tearing from his throat, the sound muffled when he smashes his lips against yours. It’s a messy kiss, lacking any kind of coordination. He licks filthily into your mouth, holding your jaw in a bruising grip, fierce with possessiveness. Warmth floods within you, and your tummy flips over with joy at him marking you both inside and out.
Gator collapses over you, his weight almost suffocating, not that you’re bothered in the slightest. He pants against your chest, pressing the occasional kiss to your collarbone, while you nuzzle your face against his forehead, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails.
“Thank you.” He says, so quiet that you almost miss it.
“For what?” You ask.
Gator raises his head, his chin resting on your sternum.
“For letting me be your first. I - I know that was a big deal for you.”
“Oh.” A familiar anxiety swirls in your chest, insecurities tearing their ugly heads.
“Th-thank you. For being gentle with me.” You whisper.
Gator’s brows marry in a frown.
“What’s wrong? Do - do you regret it?” He says.
“No! No I don’t regret it at all. It’s just..”
“Just what baby?” Gator says softly. He reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the soft skin beneath your eye.
“Is it - is this, like a one time thing? Will you still.. want me? Now I’m not.. y’know. A virgin.” You whisper the last word like it’s a curse, cringing and wrinkling your nose.
“Honey.” Gator sighs. His bottom lip sticks out in a sad pout.
“I’ll always want you. If I get my way, I’ll be your first, and your only.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
A bright grin stretches across your face, an expression that Gator matches.
“I’d like that.” You admit.
The radio in the front of the car crackles with static.
“10-15 in progress at Benji’s Bar & Grill. Nearest available unit please respond.”
“Do you need to get that?” You ask.
“Nah. S’other side of town. Besides, I’m busy.” Gator says.
He lowers his head back to your chest, feeling the quiet thump of your heartbeat under his cheek. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingertips trailing over collections of freckles like you’re trying to commit them to memory.
Gator doesn’t feel afraid like he expected to, being so vulnerable with you. Instead, his mind is filled with a sharp clarity.
He’s got his girl. And no one will ever take her away from him.
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I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl
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Title: I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Word Count: 2.5K
Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.
Warnings: barely any 60s references so if you were looking for that I'm sorry, incorrect table manners, a little bit of Daddy kink, unprotected p-in-v because these are fictional characters
A/N: The title is taken from the song “I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl” by Nina Simone. Literally the naughtiest and sweetest title at the exact same time. A very sexy song, if you have never heard it, do yourself a favor!!! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 
Dividers by: @saradika
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Cover Art by me
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“What is a lovely little rose like you doing all alone in a place like this?” 
The voice startles you as you sip your espresso at the corner cafe. Of course, being alone in a cafe had its downsides. This wasn’t the first time you were approached here. This wasn’t the first time you were approached today, even. You look up to see who the voice belongs to and you almost drop your teeny cup.
The jawline alone had your panties in a cinch. But the eyes, those are what draw you in. The blue of his eyes was like out of a painting, and you could hardly say you’d ever seen anyone with a tiny golden-brown spot in their left eye. Was that his only flaw? From here, it appeared so. The suit he wore was perfectly tailored. His shoes were shiny like a new penny. You were shaken from your ogling by his voice again.
“Have I passed inspection, Miss…?” You give your name and he tests it out on his tongue. “A beautiful name for a beautiful rose,” With a flick of his wrist, a gorgeous and very real rose appears in his hands and he hands it to you.
You sputter out a laugh as you reach for the rose. He tilts his head as he watches you lift the flower to your nose, inhaling its sweet scent. He walks around the table and sits across from you, almost daring you to tell him to get lost. But, of course, you don’t. You are delighted to see where this may lead.
“So, what is a man dressed so well doing talking to a girl like me? Surely, you must be on your way to some type of important, or at least, fancy meeting?” You sit back, eyeing the man whose name you still haven’t caught.
“I’ll let you in a little secret. I’ve seen you here before. I know you go to the local college and after class, you like to stop here for an espresso before boarding a train back to wherever it is that you live. You’ll be happy to know I have not followed you back to your home. But, sometimes you get a sweet treat. A cinnamon roll on Mondays, perhaps a cherry and cheese danish on Wednesdays, but on Fridays? You spring for something devilish.” He ends his sentence just as your slice of devil’s food cake is set in front of you by the waiter.
“You really have been watching me. A girl with a different head on her shoulders may be nervous knowing she’s being watched. But, you don’t scare me,” you smile at him and start to dig into your cake, “If anything, I’d love to know why you find me so interesting. I mean, there are girls here with shorter skirts than mine.”
“The skirt wasn’t exactly what I was after,” his eyes linger on your mouth as your fork slowly glides back out of it, “Company. That’s mostly what I’m after. Your company. Not theirs.”
“I don’t even know your name, Mr…” You eagerly wait to hear the mysterious man’s name.
“I’ll give you my name, but I’ll need a promise that I may cook you dinner. No dinner, no name. And we act like this little conversation never happened,” he licks his lips, watching you watching him, “So, what do you say, my little rose? Will I introduce myself or will I walk off, doomed to enjoy dinner alone?”
You set down your fork, suddenly uninterested in the last bite of your cake. But instead of pushing the plate to the side, you run your pointer finger through a bit of the icing left behind. Raising your hand and pushing your chair back, you saunter over to the man’s chair. Sitting in his lap, much to the chagrin of the other couples on the terrace. You wipe the icing on his bottom lip. Leaning in while keeping eye contact, you lick away the chocolate until you take his bottom lip between your teeth. His eyes close for but a second and the slightest grunt escapes between his lips and into your mouth.
“I believe I’ve made my intentions clear but I’ll make sure they are crystal. I’m not some delicate flower, I can handle myself. And as handsome and mysterious as you are, if you try anything I don’t feel comfortable with, I’ll handle you as well. We have an understanding, I presume?” 
“You presume correctly. And please, I didn’t call you a poppy or a tulip. You’re a rose. A beautiful flower, but the thorns are treacherous. I’ll make sure you keep those at bay.”
“You owe me a name, pretty boy.” You insist, adjusting your seating in his lap and feeling a hefty bulge underneath you.
“Napoleon Solo.”
“Let’s go, then, Napoleon. I’m famished and I could use something a bit more substantial than that tiny slice of cake.”
Napoleon rises, his hands on your hips as he sets you on your feet. He waits for you to pick up your belongings, walks around the table, and grabs your hand to lead you off the terrace. He walks you to his car, opening the door for you to get in. This was your last chance to change your mind, but, you were having way too much fun.
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You ride to his apartment building, and a valet takes the keys to his car before he opens the door for you to exit. A swanky place where it looks like the only people who can afford to stay here must have Esquire or some kind of title attached to their name. You decide to toss caution to the wind because it isn’t like you are staying here. It’s Napoleon who is, and you are is his guest.
You take the elevator up, making out with the tall and gorgeous stranger. The elevator rises as well as his hand up your skirt. Just as his hand reaches the top of your thigh, the elevator signals your arrival on the fourth floor. Napoleon takes your hand and leads you to Apartment 412. He unlocks the door and lets you enter first.
“So, my little rose, I was thinking for dinner I will make us Beef Bourguignon. And for dessert, what say we make it up as we go along?”
“As long as you don’t expect me to do all the cooking, I’m happy to sit back and eat and be merry, Napoleon.”
“Perfect, my little rose. Feel free to make yourself a drink, and do turn on some music. I do better with a bit of background noise.” 
You busy yourself with making an Old Fashioned, finding everything at your fingertips and ready to go. You take a sip and groan inwardly as the bourbon warms your insides. You walk from the little makeshift bar into the kitchen and offer Napoleon a sip. He applauds your drink-making skills and ushers you back out to the record player as he dons an apron and begins to cook.  
You busy yourself with looking at records while soon the smells of sauteed beef reach your nostrils. You only refresh your drink once while listening to Nina Simone Sing the Blues. Her dulcet tones woo you as the bourbon in your drink loosens you up. You don’t notice that you are being watched as Napoleon walks over and fixes himself a White Russian.
He watches as you sway and sing along with Nina. It’s only a matter of time before the timer in the kitchen sounds and he leaves you to your enjoyment of the music. He makes your plates, sets the table, and lights the few candles that sit therein. He pours you both a glass of pinot noir. His last step is to come and beckon you to your dinner. He does so by sidling up behind you and placing his hands gently on your shoulders as his lips dip down to your ears.
“Dinner’s ready, my little rose.” He takes your hand and leads you to the table, pulling your chair out for you in a gesture that wasn’t necessary but is quite romantic. If you weren’t already a bit light-headed from the Old Fashioned, that would have done it!
“Napoleon, this smells amazing. Are you sure you didn’t have some minions in the kitchen helping you to prepare this?”
“I promise, it was just me. Try it, tell me if it needs anything.”
You take a bite of the aromatic beef stew and it melts in your mouth. You can’t exactly help the satisfied groan that escapes your lips, much to the enjoyment of Napoleon.
“I take it you like it then?” The smug smile looks good on him, damn that man.
“Oh, I like it, Mr. Solo. You sure know your way to this woman’s heart. And that is through her stomach.”
He raises his glass of wine, and you raise yours as well. “To my little rose, may she only leave here satisfied. In every which way she chooses to be.”
You clink your glass against his and take a sip, knowing full well that you are going to sleep with this man before the night is over. Or at least, you hope to. You’d like to see what his face looks like in the throes of passion. And there is nothing sexier than a man who knows how to engage all of your senses in one meal.
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You finish dinner and wipe your mouth, feeling for all the world like a stuffed pig. You were happy and you were tipsy and you wanted Napoleon to know just how grateful you were. But weren’t you promised dessert?
“So, dessert then?” You ask. 
“You stay seated, I’ll get these out of the way before we start on dessert.” Napoleon wipes his own mouth and comes to collect your plates and take them to the kitchen. When he comes back to the table, he easily pulls your chair back and lifts you easily onto the dining room table. At your look of confusion, he smirks yet again. “Did I not tell you that I would be enjoying you as dessert, my little rose?”
“No, I don’t believe you mentioned that. But, I do believe we both will enjoy that. Do your worst,  Mr. Solo.” You position your thighs for Napoleon to remove your panties. He sits in your chair, pulling himself up to the table and setting your legs over his shoulders. 
He kisses your thighs slowly until you are whimpering for him to take you out of your misery. He obliges by pulling your ass to the very edge of the table and using the flat of his tongue to lick a strip up your sex. An inhuman sound exits your mouth and you have absolutely no fucks to give at this point. 
“You taste like Heaven, my little rose,” he kisses your swollen nub and looks up at you, “but how do you feel?” He uses a single finger to circle your button a couple of times before drawing a line to your entrance. He enters your core slowly and his finger is a perfect fit. Not too much, not too little. Just enough to start to open you up. He starts to kiss and suck at your clit until your hand finds purchase in his chestnut locks. He lets you pull him down into your pussy, savoring every little spasm of your canal. 
Before long, a second and a third finger join the first and your moans bounce off of the walls. With one curve of his fingers, he finds your inner bundle of nerves and you reward him with a squeezing of your cunt and the melody of your orgasm. He licks up every drop of your nectar off you, and as he pulls out his fingers, he sucks them dry as well.
He stands, unbuttoning his slacks and fisting his cock while looking at your sweet blissed-out little face. “Can my little rose take some more dessert?”
“Yes, Daddy, please?” You whine, wrapping your legs around Napoleon’s waist and drawing him closer.
“That’s my good little rose,” he praised, lining himself up and entering you swiftly, “Ohhhhh, you take me so well. Best dessert I’ve ever had.”
He leans down to kiss you as he pulls out slightly and slams back in, swallowing your moans. Holding your face in his hands, he begins a steady rhythm inside you and hits your spots as if you had created his dick in a lab in some odd science experiment.
Soon, he drags orgasm after orgasm out of you until all you can say is Daddy and Yes. An endless stream of nonsensical noises comes out as well, but Napoleon is all too happy to commit those to memory while not commenting on them. He just continues to pound into you mercilessly, chasing his own release now that your juices cover the front of his slacks.
“Are you ready for Daddy to fill you?” He asks, a bruising hold on your hips as he plows into you.
“Yes, Daddy, yes!” You gasp, tears falling down your cheeks as you are overstimulated.
“Fuuuuuck, such a good little rose!” He exclaims as his hips settle flush against yours. 
You can feel every twitch of his dick as he empties inside you. You watch as the sweat from his brow drips down his temple as his eyes close. You hear his breathing pick up as he tries to steady himself. The heady scent of sex in the air intoxicates you. You grab him by the tie and pull him down to kiss you. All five senses are ablaze with Napoleon Solo.
Your hand through his hair is what allows him the strength to open his eyes again. He looks at you as though you hung the moon. He remains inside you as he slots his lips against yours before resting in the crook of your neck.
“Gotta love a man that cooks. You can always stuff me twice.” You laugh, not being able to stop yourself from accidentally pushing Napoleon out of you.
“Really? A joke right now?” He laughs, standing to his full height and looking down to see his spend leaking out of you.
“I couldn’t help myself, Mr. Solo. It just…came to me.”
“I bet, my little rose.” He helps you down from the table and ushers you to the bathroom as he cleans the rest of the table up.
You clean yourself up and meet Napoleon back in the living room as he sits on the couch. You enjoy listening to some more music and having a few more drinks with him, forgetting all about your train home. 
You wanted a little sugar in your bowl, after all. And you got it and then some. This man was sweet enough to give you cavities ten times over and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Neighbors 5
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Hi my friends. What a surprise seeing you here. Okay, actually I’m sorry I haven’t been active. I’ve been going through it and everytime I promise to come back something was always getting in the way, but thankfully I should have more free time in my life soon. That means more stories and I’ll actually finish this little series I love so so much and write more. I really appreciate all the love and support I get from all of you and the community you created. I hope I don’t disappoint, but I’ve been rusty. I won’t promise to make a huge comeback because the past hasn’t been in my favor, but I will say that I’ll try better and not leave you to hang dry. Okay that’s it I love love love you guys hope you like… :)
Summary: y/n has a school assignment and Harry can’t stop himself from fantasizing.
Warning: smut 18+, cum swapping, daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink (idk how, but they both are here), Jealousy, cheating, age gap (she’s 18), breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of school, pregnancy (she’s not pregnant lol neither is Olivia) fluff, and olivia wilde? (if there’s any more tell me plz)
WordCount:3k+
My phone dings as I finish up getting ready. My friend Sophie texted me reminding me to leave my house soon because I have to return the pregnancy belly for my parenting class. The same damn parenting class that made me too busy to see my Harry for the past week.
I had this pregnancy belly for two days straight. Since I finish most of my classes, I get to leave three classes earlier. Thankfully being a “gifted student” gave me first choice in classes leaving me to be ahead of my other friends. Because of that I have to return to school wearing this horrible sack of 30 pounds.
I walk down the stairs quickly and more carefully because if I run down too fast I’ll probably topple over with the extra weight in my front.
Before I run to the door a familiar figure catches my eye. I slow down to the kitchen island where my dad and Harry are talking. He leaned over the table trying to look at whatever my dad was showing him.
Harry immediately looks at me with wide eyes, whilst my dad laughs and explains to him “ she’s in a parenting class so she’s been wearing that since yesterday”. Harry nods and laughs lightly as he shakes his head and rubs his face with one hand. I smile and wave acknowledging his presence. 
My father and Harry continue their conversation while I purposely walk around the kitchen ‘getting water’. My dad shows him the new route they want to build for the country club so they can expand the golf course. I can’t help but smile to myself to see the British man trying so hard not to eye me up and down. His leg bounces up and down and he furrows his brows in fake interest leaning toward my dad as if he is looking at the map, but his eyes bore into me. 
I haven’t seen him for a few days because of my project and him visiting Los Angeles for some work. Olivia was with him in LA, but stayed back for one week. So I know he’s a horny as it gets and has been waiting for this for a long time. Plus seeing me in a pregnancy belly and his not so secret breeding kink is makes this so much better. 
I walk out to leave after my hefty glass of water partially regretting my decision, because this belly is pressing on my stomach. Stepping into my favorite car my phone pings with a text who I think is from Sophie, but actually turns out to be Harry. 
Harry: What made you think you can get away with walking around like that? I’ll make sure that thing is real when I’m done with you.
Harry: do whatever you have to do and go to my house. I better see you naked on my bed.
I decided to not be as bratty, because I know how much of a grump he is when he’s horny so I responded quickly. 
Me: what do you mean? I wasn’t doing anything on purpose. I’ll go over to you soon. 
I throw my phone onto the seat next to mine and take my usual route to school. 
After dropping off the pregnancy belly. I stop by home to drop my car off and walk to the back of my house where I cut through my backyard secretly and make my way through his back door. I take the oddly familiar path I used to take when I was younger. Reliving the time I used to secretly leave my house to get cookies from our old neighbor. Sadly, she moved out to a retirement home in Florida. So my cookie days are over, but I do get a hot man. 
I walk through his backyard making my way to the usually unlocked door, where I meet the familiar living room. The moment my feet hit the carpet of his bedroom, I start stripping myself of my clothes. My dress falls to my feet, as I start to unclip my bra, following orders. 
I look at the time realizing that Harry wouldn’t be back anytime soon or soon enough because I’m quite impatient horny. I lay back on his comfy bed as I wait for the curly haired man to make his way back. 
I stare off into space for a while until the sound of a cough catches my attention. Thankfully the cough came from one handsome man. He looks at me with a smile before walking towards me. I sit back on my elbows and smile, while he burns holes into my body with his staring. 
“I love seeing you like this, all ready for me” he continues “you know how much I like you right? How much I care about you?” I nod looking up. He smiles at my reaction and places his palm to my cheek using his thumb to rub my cheek sweetly “good because I need you to remember how much because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t” he say before placing his lips onto mine, keeping his hand on my cheek and his other resting on my hips.
He kisses me so feverishly so deeply that I start to lose air quickly. I pull back to breath but my eyes see his. I barely see anymore green just his pupils. He goes back down while his other hand moves from my hips to my tits grabbing onto them. His fingers play with my nipples pulling a prodding. I moaned loudly, but it was covered by his lips.
 Harry pulls back this time to see the pleasure on my face “ look at you baby? So desperate for it. I know you want it so bad” I moan in response 
“such pretty tits” he murmurs “can’t wait to see what they look like swollen when you have my baby in you” he says before lowering his mouth on my nipple sucking and teething on it. He doesn’t leave my other boob lonely with his ring cover hands playing and pulling on it. 
I moan in pleasure from the stimulation. Harry’s eyes looked up at me as he mouthed on my tits. Watching him on me was too much and I started looking for something to relieve me. When my hips bucked up from Harry sucking too hard. I learned to realize what I can do. My core starts rubbing on his thigh, while he lays on top of me, but before I can do anymore he stands up looking at me disapprovingly “god you’re such a whore rubbing on me because what? Are you feeling achy? You can wait”
I pout at his words looking at him with lust in my eyes. He stands back up at the foot of the bed. I watch as he pulls his shirt off, messing with his perfectly messy hair leaving one curly strand hanging off his forehead. His finger meets the button of his trousers making my eyes stare directly at the hard on he’s rocking. 
“You wanna do it baby? Go ahead, take me out” he says. I sit back up and look into his eyes staring at his fully blown pupils. I kiss his lower stomach and smile back up at him. His ring clad hand makes its way to my cheek rubbing my face, I lean into his hand. “ C'mon bunny don’t leave daddy waiting”. 
I listen and finally open his trousers and pull in down. I see the outline of his cock and my eyes follow to the tip to see it having a wet spot with precum. I kiss his tip through his boxers causing him to moan. I look up to see  Harry furrowing his eyebrows in desperation. “ Please puppy, I need you. You think you can take me in your mouth?”
I nod eagerly while taking him out of his boxers. My eyes widen in surprise as I see how red his poor tip is. I kiss his head again causing him to sigh heavily. I start doing kitten licks on his tip before slowly putting him into my mouth. He groans in satisfaction that he has some sort of relief. I slowly take him in my mouth till he’s close to the back of my throat . I feel his cock slip deeper and deeper. I start to swallow around his cock making him moan. I look up at him to see Harry’s jaw slack and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He puts his hold in my hair pushing himself deeper causing me to unintentionally gag and swallow around him in reflex.  
“Fuck” he breathes out “ feels so good when you swallow around me, can feel you squeezing around me”  the brunette moans. 
I do it again, making Harry’s hips jut up, making me gag and cough. He pulls me off his cock and grabs my face by my chin pulling me in “I’m sorry felt so good didn’t mean to. Are you okay baby? I’m so sorry” he said with concern on his face. His other hand tries to soothe me by cupping my face while he runs his thumb up and down my cheek wiping tears off my face. 
“It’s fine I’m okay , just wasn’t expecting it. That’s all” I say trying to reassure him. He looks at me almost scared to break me. I don’t know why he freaked out, I know it was an accident. I move his hands off me and kiss his cock that up against his tummy. He looks at me worriedly, but I calm his thoughts downs by saying “ can you fuck my mouth daddy? Don’t have to go too deep just want to feel you in my mouth” 
Harry nods, leaning down to kiss me. It was messy. I mean I was already a mess, but he didn’t seem to care. He separates first from the kiss and grabs my face “open” he command. I follow suit with my tongue before he spits in my mouth and draws his cock back into it. 
This time he doesn’t go deep in my throat but hits my cheek. His cock was already ti big for my mouth but with the angle he had it, he could see the outline of his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. Harry slows down a bit while saying “ look at that, a perfect cock slut If you ask me. Can see my cock moving in ur mouth it’s so pretty” he says. Soon after, he angles himself so he can really see the outline of his cock in my mouth. His hand falls on my jaw while this thumb rubs back and forward on the outline of his length on my jaw. 
“fuck seeing you like this is gonna make me cum” he says closing his eyes and continuing to rub his cock through my cheek. He looks at me one more time before pulling out of my mouth with a pop. 
“I need to taste you baby” he says, but before he can I stop him “ please not right now. I wanna feel you in me so bad” I pleaded with him. 
Harry hovers over till my back hits the sheets. His lips find mine while he fist his cock. He rubs his tip on my folds spreading the arousal all over my pussy before he dips his tip into my cunt. Harry doesn’t push further keeping his head in the opening of my cunt making me squeeze around his head for more.
He leans down so close to my face “such a mess” he murmurs “ are you my good girl?” He says index fingers play with my bottom lip. He watches carefully as my lip gets pulled down and bounces up. 
“ Yes, I’m your good girl” I say in response. Harry rewards me with thrusting his hips up.
I gasp from the quick action of his cock filling me up. My thighs squeezed around his waist in pleasure and pain. I breathe heavily as Harry does the same right in front of me. 
Harry slowly starts to pull out just to thrust with the same force as before. I moan from the sudden pressure in my stomach. My walls swallow his cock every time his hips meet mine.
“ Har-Harry Harry stop” I say as soon as I feel the urge to pee. Harry stops all his movement and stays still hovering over my concern all over his face.
“ what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did I hurt yo-“ Harry says freaking out 
“No-no I’m okay. I just…I…I need to pee” I say lower than a whisper.
A smirk falls onto Harry’s lips as he thrust his hip towards. I gasp at his sudden movement, not expecting it.
His head falls into the crook of my neck as he continues pounding me. My fingers claw at his back as I cry in pleasure.
The knot in my stomach starts to build making me cry out loud “fuck-fuck I’m gonna cum” 
“go ahead, let it go show daddy how good he makes you feel” Harry replies 
My back arches off the bed while my fingers get tangled in his soft curls. I start feeling something wet and warm go down on my thighs soaking me and Harry’s upper things and cock in me. He continues to fuck me until the coils in my tummy release.
My jaw goes slack and I almost feel out of my body. Everything goes pretty black and I lose myself in the nothingness, but get pulled back when I feel Harry kissing my flushed chest.
“ c’mon baby wanna see those pretty eyes” he coos at me.
I shake my head trying to stay in my state of euphoria, but he starts kissing my eyelids trying to coax me out of the state I was in. When I reluctantly open my eyes I see Harry smiling down at me.
“ You okay, pearl? Can I finish?” He asked. I nod wanting to feel him. He starts thrusting up again. My body moves from the overstimulation, but he calms me down by kissing my chest, neck, and face giving me something to focus on.
Suddenly, my focus shifts from his lips moving all over my body to the pleasure building in my stomach. 
“Oh god, daddy, I’m gonna cum-fuck please” I cry out. 
“hold it” he says as he raises my leg over his shoulder. 
I moan from the new angle his cock hits my g-spot. Feeling my body trying its best to hold my orgasm. I look at Harry above me with his mouth open taking in the pleasure. His eyebrows are furrowed focusing on getting close. 
“Daddy please I can’t hold it anymore” I cry out.
His hips start to thrust faster. His hand rests against my face, as his thumb finds its way in my mouth. 
“Are you my good girl?” Harry questions.
I nod vigorously trying to do whatever to reach my climate. He smiles at my obedience.
“open your mouth” he orders.
I follow what he says and open my mouth, sticking my tongue out. His thumb pulls my mouth open while he spits in my mouth.
“ don’t swallow yet” he commands as he starts to thrust into me faster. I start to try harder to not cum from his actions. When I feel like I’m to cum I hear him say “swallow”.
I listen to his orders and swallow and open my mouth to show him. I’m met with his approval by his mouth meeting me and kissing me deeply.
 “cum for daddy, let it go, wanna feel out milk me dry” he says as he quickened his pace as he places his hand around my throat.
My orgasm comes again and I cry out holding wrist around my neck to keep his hand there. “Cum in me please. Wanna have your baby’s. I Want to be full of you. Please please please” I cry as I reach my high.
Harry follows right after me saying “ fuck said I was gonna breed you and look at you now” he continues “such a little slut, talking cum that doesn’t belong to hers, on the bed me and my wife share. Take my cum baby wanna see you swollen right after this” I start to feel his cum pour into me making my cunt feel full from him. Adding pleasure to my orgasm besides hiss words.
Harry’s hand moves from my neck to next to my head as he dips down to kiss me one more time while he tries to chase both of our orgasms.
After we settled down, he looks for my approval to move leg off of his shoulder. I nod slightly and he gently places my leg back down. I start to squeeze around Harry’s cock not wanting him to leave me yet. 
“C’mon need to let me out so I can eat” Harry says.
I stop clenching from confusion, but am met with my clarification when I feel Harry’s tongue licking my puffy clit.
“Daddy no-no-no” I cry.
“ You know the safe word baby you can use it” Harry says knowing I don’t want him to stop. I look at Harry with his face wet from our orgasm. He goes back down licking as much as he can. 
“Fuck we taste so good together. You wanna try, baby?” Harry says as he climbs up and leans down to kiss me. 
I hum into our messy but sweet kiss. Harry breaks away from the kiss. I open my eyes again to see Harry smiling down at me with eyes he never really gave me before. I smile at him and laugh before trying to meet his lips by raising myself on my elbows, but my attempt fails when he pulls my arms down and over my head kissing me again only stopping when we either laugh or to smile.
Hi! thank your for reading! I'm not sure where I want this story to go or how I want it to go, but I hoped you liked it. the next part should be out in a week or two so keep an eye out. okay see you soon ily,
(ps. if your read this and realized the way the ending goes is different it's because I was trying to make up my mind on how plot lol)
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