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☾ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ – ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ? ☽

ᴀ/ɴ: Today's smut is sponsored by this dialogue I had with Sebastian at the luau and Mayor Lewis's purple underwear. Curious? You shall read on, then! I hope you enjoy, and thank you for your time! ✧

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x afab!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 3669 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, name calling, dirty talk, spanking, mentioning of body painting, Sam's being a rebellious twat and vandalizes stuff.

Living in Pelican Town for over a year now has taught you a lot, but three things had proven to be quite interesting. For one, the whole community had seemingly been held together by nothing more but metaphorical spit and duct tape before you had arrived and had desperately needed your help without letting you know what you had actually signed up for. Secondly, the people in this town were incredibly easy to bribe with gifts, especially when you added a sweet smile on top. And third, this town was basically dead during the night. After 8 PM, most doors were locked tight, and the streets were empty. This information wasn’t necessary for your work as a farmer, and it certainly didn’t help you with it, but to you, it was an important piece of knowledge. You adored strolling through the streets late at night like a stray cat because it was the only time of the day when you didn’t have to expect someone calling your name or even stepping in your way to have a chat. The night belonged to you, and only you. Or so you thought.

You were wandering through the darkness of the night, enjoying the occasional hoot coming from above you when an owl flew past and the flapping of bat wings cutting through the air. The sounds of the night soothed you; the darkness gave you a sense of security – it was like a cloth wrapping around you, shielding you from the world unless you scared it off with a source of light. It made you feel invisible and seen all the same, valuable, and yet so breakable. Raw emotions you could really allow to settle during the dark hour, emotions that drowned in the buzz of the day.

When your steps passed Lewis’s house a hissing sound met your ear. Stopping in your tracks, your eyes snapped over in the direction you had thought the sound to come from, brows knitted together in a frown. A snake? You had never seen a snake in Pelican Town, or any place in the valley, really. Yet there it was again, a cold hissing sound, slicing through the silence of the night. Before you could really make a decision on what to do, your curiosity had already gotten the best of you. You quietly stepped towards Lewis’s property when you heard another hiss. It was longer now, drawn out as if to make a point. Had the animal already taken note of you and was now threatening you? Yet as you took another step closer and peeked over the picket fence, you saw a figure hunched over right in front of the old pick-up. The size certainly didn’t seem fitting for a snake, unless it had decided to mutate and then break into Alex’s room to eat up his stash of protein bars. Still, the shadow was hissing quietly, and it didn’t look like it had noticed you just yet. You pulled out your phone carefully and tapped the flashlight button, shining the cone of light onto what you had thought to be a snake. The ”snake” was wearing all black, and whipped around faster than you could have opened your mouth to ask what the hell they were doing there. You had always been taught to expect the unexpected, but you would have never guessed that you would find Sam hunched over in front of the mayor’s car with a spray can in his right hand and an expression of unsureness on his face. Sam, who babysat his brother on the beach so he could build his sandcastles, Sam who crouched down to talk to kids, Sam who listened to “I’m Just Ken” while working at Joja. Your boyfriend Sam.

“What the fuck are you doing there exactly, Sam?” The blond had been squinting against the light up until now, but when heard your voice, his face visibly relaxed. “Babe, oh fuck, it’s you,” he breathed, letting out a small, airy laugh. You swallowed, quickly making your way over to the blond, flicking your fingers against his forehead. “Yes, it’s me. But it could have been Lewis. Whose property you are on, doing something to his car, may I add,” you whispered back, watching your boyfriend squint against the light again, and nod. “I know, I know, but I ordered these spray cans on sale, and they just came today, and I just saw an opportunity-“ “Opportunity to do what?” Instead of answering, Sam’s blue eyes slowly flickered to the hood of the car. You furrowed your brows at him, even though you were pretty sure that he couldn’t make out your face. “Sam, you shouldn’t be here. Especially not with spray cans,” you scolded, shining your light on where Sam was looking.

You opened your mouth again, about to scold the blond again, but it was hard to form words when you had to resist the urge to break out into laughter. A pair of undies was revealed under the shine of your flashlight, purple in colour and ready to be seen by the whole community. You had seriously thought you had been discreet when you had returned them to the mayor, but it hadn’t been your fault that he dropped them when Sam came into the townhall after you.

“You are an idiot,” you whispered to him, a giggle slipping past your lips. Sam grinned up at you, his head tilting to the side. “Maybe I am, but so far, I am an idiot that hasn’t been caught yet. So could you please…?” You nodded and knelt next to the rebel, turning off the flash that had bothered him. He let out a sigh of relief, and despite the darkness, you could make out the mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“How does one even come up with shit like this?” you asked, your hands wrapping around his shoulders. Sam grinned at you, shrugging his broad shoulders. “I thought he deserved it. Treatin’ his woman like shit because he’s a coward. Thought he should have the need to explain himself…” “Standing up for Marnie? Hot,” you chuckled, flicking his forehead again. “But I doubt this stems from nothing but nobility.” Again, his pearly whites flashed through the darkness. “Okay, maybe I thought him pissing his pants when he sees this would be incredibly funny.” “There we go,” you laughed quietly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. You had to admit, seeing Sam like this was…interesting, to say the least. You hadn’t expected him to act up in such ways, much less plot an act of rebellion like this – he hadn’t even forgotten to cover his blond hair with a beanie. For some reason, it made you lean in and press a small kiss against his lips. You had planned on pulling away, but before you knew it, you felt yourself being pulled onto your boyfriend’s lap, his tongue licking over yours. Were you into bad boys? Or was it just the unexpected rebellious side of Sam that broke through the seemingly peaceful façade Pelican Town tried to keep up, shaking its rhythm to the core? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but what you were very aware of was the fact that his lips tasted just so good.

You pulled away after a while, taking his paint-smeared hand in your own as you got on your feet. “Let’s go, then, before my idiot and I get caught,” you panted, plans on what you would do with Sam once you had reached the safety of your bedroom already forming. However, Sam sat still. You tugged at his hand once more, hoping he would cave and follow you, a smile tugging on your lips when you saw him rise. However, you definitely didn’t expect to be pulled into Sam’s chest with his lips smashing into yours again. It was one of the sloppiest kisses you had ever experienced with Sam; it was wet and all tongue and teeth, making you moan into it quietly. He took the chance and sucked on your tongue, his hands travelling down to your ass, giving it a squeeze with his roughened hands. He only pulled away when the both of you were in dire need of air, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. Warm breath tickling your air making you shudder; you heard his voice. It was deeper now, huskier and rougher around the edges. “How about we stick it to him some more?” “Wh..What do you mean?” You asked, gasping when his fingers popped open the button of your pants. “Oh, I think you know what I mean,” he hummed, his pierced tongue following the shell of your ears, knowing it would have your skin break out in goosebumps. “You… you want to do it here?” “What, you scared?” He cooed, his lips now kissing down your neck, chuckling in amusement when you tilted your head to the side in a split second to allow more access. “No, but- is that legal? What if we get caught?” “Nothing I did here is legal, but I promise you, we won’t get caught. Lewis sleeps like a rock, and the others are far enough away...Besides…Wouldn’t it be fun to get caught? Let them know who’s fuckin’ you well? Showin’ them how it’s done?” You almost whimpered at his words, his hand had now found its way into your underwear. You needed to stop this. Both of you could get into serious trouble, and you didn’t want that. The two of you needed to get home and sleep this off and hope that Mayor Lewis never found out who the sprayer was.

You pushed your pants down yourself, shoving Sam’s beanie off his head to run your fingers through the blond strands, your lips finding your boyfriend’s despite the darkness. This time it was you greedily sucking on his tongue, allowing his finger to circle your clit with tiny, quick movements. Sam’s other hand found its way to your ass, gripping the flesh and giving it a gentle smack. You tugged on his hair in return, pushing your body flush against his to let him feel your tits against his chest. Given his laboured breathing, you knew it had the desired effect on him as you allowed yourself to kiss down his neck after pulling away from his lips. “Knew you would come around,” he hummed, his hand pulling from your panties. You whined in return, just to be kissed again. “Shhh…We don’t want to get caught just yet, do we?” He murmured, smacking your ass with both hands now, probably leaving some paint there as well. Being too into it to care, you gave him what he wanted, jumping up just to be steadied by his strong arms and hoisted up against his body. You wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotches now pressed together. In this position you could feel the heat radiate from Sam’s already hardened dick, replacing the fears of being caught with thoughts of being filled to the brim by his pierced cock. “Sam, want you to fuck me,” you whispered, rutting your hips against the bulge restrained by his black pants. Sam groaned quietly, squeezing your ass again while he guided the movements of your hips over his crotch. “And I wanna fuck you, princess. Gonna fill ya up right ‘ere, ‘kay? Let everyone know how to treat a woman.” His words were accompanied by his lips smacking kisses on your neck, sucking a hickey onto the heated-up skin when he deemed it fit. “Pretty please.” Sam chuckled, his eyes flickering to Lewis’s house momentarily to make sure everything remained dark, his hand already moving to push down your panties. “How could I say no when you ask me like that?” It wasn’t like he could have said no even if you hadn’t asked him like that; his penis was painfully hard by now, red and hot to the touch. His tip glistening with pre-cum; the prospect of getting to fuck his absolutely beautiful girlfriend out in the open after just basically committing a petty crime had his cock drooling for you.

He carefully placed you on the hood of the car, smiling to himself when he felt your body shiver as soon as your bare ass met with the cold surface of it. Still, as he allowed his finger to run through your folds, he could feel what a hot mess you were already; wetness coated his finger, and your legs twitched against his hips when he brushed over your clit. As much as he wanted to tease you, he knew he had to be quicker than usual. Lewis did sleep like a rock, but he would be damned if he was stopped before he could have sunken his dick into you. “You ready for me, baby?” His voice was heavy with lust, the pad of his thumb still messing with your clit that was pulsing for his touch. “Mhhhmmm!” you whispered, eyes darting from the mayor’s house back to your lover, your legs quivering already. The cold night air hitting your wet cunt made you want Sam’s cock all the more, and you knew you were basically drooling down there. The excitement you felt wrapped you into a heavy cloud, just like the darkness of the night usually did. You were able to hear the fabric of his pants as he pulled them down, soon followed by a small smacking sound. Your mouth watered as you laid eyes on the outline of Sam’s erection, your pussy clenching around nothing in eager anticipation. You reached your hand out to let the pads of your fingers ghost along his shaft, smiling to yourself when you heard his breath hitch. Sam was an incredibly sensitive man; you had managed to make him cum by teasing his cock alone more than once. You felt yourself clench yet again when you felt the cold metal of his piercing near the tip of his dick, your lower lip catching between your teeth. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. Him massaging your clit had made your heart thump into your chest and your head feel more light, but it had also made you care about nothing but him fucking you. You used your legs that were still hooked around his hips to pull him closer, your fingers wrapping around his pulsing shaft. Leading him to your core, you guided his dick through your folds, mixing precum with your own arousal. Sam was groaning under his breath, and you could feel a shift in your surroundings as he placed his hands right next to you on the hood of the car. “You are so wet for me already, baby,” he whispered. “Just for you,” you moaned, feeling his lips run down your neck again before he sat up, lining himself up with your entrance.

You could feel his fingers intertwining with yours and you gave him a squeeze. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and pushed his hips forward in one swift movement, filling you to the hilt with ease. It knocked the air out of your lungs, and for a moment, you could have sworn the world was spinning fast enough for you to actually see it, but the stretch felt just so good. Your walls clung to Sam as if your life depended on it, and the urge to scream out his name just to show everyone who filled you up so well was dancing on your tongue. Sam himself struggled to keep up his composure, his head spinning with the way you clung to him. You were so wet and warm; a great contrast to the cold night. And – it was you. You always managed to take his breath away.

Breathing heavily, Sam held the position he was in, massaging your breasts through your shirt. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, and Yoba, you loved it. You grasped at strands of his hair, tugging on it as your hips snapped against him, making him suck in air through his teeth. “Fuck, ya’re so sexy, ya know that? And all mine,” he slurred, leaning down to press another sloppy kiss to your lips. This one was more hasty, though, as he quickly pulled away to push one of your legs against you, almost completely pulling out just to snap his hips forward again, filling you to the brim again. The blond started with a slow pace, trying to show you that he had full control over the situation, but you made it so hard. Your walls were contracting around his cock as if to massage the pierced shaft, drooling all over the already wet skin. With each thrust he gave you he forced a whimper out of your mouth which you desperately tried to keep shut but failed miserably. And the way you looked in the moonlight that had now been revealed by the clouds… it really wasn’t his fault that his thrusts almost automatically picked up the pace, abusing your little cunt like as it deserved. Your back arched off the car, but your ass rubbed against the now warmed-up steel beneath your skin as it began to redden. One of Sam’s hands kept your leg pushed towards your shoulder, while the other worked your clit mercilessly. He was fucking you hard; his cock pounding into you just to prove that he could, balls smacking against your wet lips to underline the obviousness of what you were doing out here. “Sam!” you hissed, your fingers curling in his hair. He was giving you every centimetre of him, and he was giving to you at a mind -breaking pace. If someone had asked you your name, you would have probably given Sam’s, as that was all that left your mouth at this point.

“That’s m’good fuckin’ girl. Takin’ my cock so well, like ya were made for it, hm? Like being stuffed with my cock out here? Yes?” he grunted, giving your clit a light smack as you didn’t respond. You gasped loudly at that, your toes curling in the sneakers that neither of you had bothered to take off. “Mhmmm!” You moaned, but were cut off by a tongue shoved down your throat. You had to close your eyes for a moment; the sensation of Sam mercilessly fucking you in the cold air of the night and him kissing you so roughly made everything feel like you were far away, chasing the high announcing itself with the tightening knot in your stomach. It wasn’t like Sam wasn’t a mess, though. His usually carefully styled hair was completely dishevelled, his cheeks were flush with arousal, and his breathing was just barely covering the grunts and groans of your name. His legs shook as he pounded his drooling dick into your wet cunt, and admittedly, he himself was drooling for you. “’m gonna cum, baby. Ya gonna cum for me? Cum all over me? Show ‘em who ya belong to?” The words all were whispered in your mouth, and you ate them right up with a dazed nod. You could feel the metal of Sam’s piercing rut against your walls as his tip was bullying your cervix, causing your vision to blur with tears. His thumb found your clit again, and this time he rubbed much slower circles onto it with added pressure. Your body felt like it was set under electrical shocks; each time a wave of pleasure subsided, the next one followed. “Lookin’ so pretty in the moonlight, baby,” he whispered, his heart pounding in your chest. He could have sworn whenever he praised you even the slightest, your cunt just sucked him in further, and it drove him insane. Absolutely insane.

“Sam! Sam, gonna cum, oh fuck, cummin’!” you cried out, and this time, your boyfriend didn’t care to quieten you. He was busy staring down at you as you threw your head back, your back arching in again while you held onto his shoulders tightly. Your cunt spasmed around him as you moaned his name, your hips both rutting against him and trying to get away from him as he still bullied into you.

The begging whisper of his name as you rode your orgasm was enough for Sam; his balls tightened as ropes of cum filled you up, his hips shaking as he forced himself to keep moving, feeling the burning need to fill you up to the brim and fuck his own cum into you deep enough you would feel it the next day. His penis twitched inside of you as he fucked himself empty, not slowing down until he had fucked all his cum inside of you, having you shiver beneath him.

The two of you were panting, Sam’s hand finding yours again and allowing them to lock together, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly pulled out from you, ignoring the wetness of his crotch. The two of you smiled at each other silently, when suddenly you saw a light switch on inside the house. You looked at each other again as Sam quickly sprung to action just barely pulling up his pants before he helped you pull up your own. You picked up the cans and the beanies before you were thrown over Sam’s shoulder, the blond running towards his house in a panicked frenzy.

You couldn’t help but giggle like two teenagers as you hid in some bushes, holding one another’s mouth shut. What you didn’t expect was that instead of a full painting of some purple undies on Mayor Lewis’s car, there was half a painting of his underwear, accompanied by the print of an ass from where you had been sitting. The other half of the painting Sam would find later when the two of you had a shower on your farm.

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Master List part 2 (WIP)

( if see any posts not on this list please DM me the link I will add it)

Key

⭐: original(mostly written by me)

🌹: smut

🔪: yandere

🍷: some kink cw

🧨:darker Cw's and Tw's

Submas +Volo

Ingo

Virgin Warden🌹⭐

Alpha primal ingo🌹🍷🧨

Yan!ingo giveing s/o aphrodisiac ⭐🌹🍷🔪

Jealous W!Ingo pussy slapping🌹⭐

Subby alpha ingo⭐🍷🌹

Ingo sneaks into your room while you're sleeping⭐🔪🧨🌹🍷

Priest!ingo stealing his brother's wife🌹⭐🍷🔪🧨

Sub!ingo with his bunny⭐🌹

Stuck with Yandere!Warden Ingo ⭐️🌹🔪

Ingo with Neko!reader Hcs⭐️

Warden!Ingo breeding (Trans ftm reader)🌹⭐️🍷

Ingo a breeding kink🌹⭐🍷

Emmet

Emmet fucking his rival🌹⭐🍷

His rival fucking him🌹⭐🍷

Feral Alpha! Emmet🌹⭐🍷

Twins

Twins with introvert/physically affectionate reader⭐

Pinning for you⭐

Poly relationship+Elesa 🌹🍷⭐

s/o on their period⭐

Twins with small reader🌹🍷⭐

Emmet slapping your pussy 🌹⭐

Au idea: villain submas🌹⭐🍷

Villain au: twins reaction to a new hero instead of reader⭐

Twins cock drunk⭐🌹🍷

No nut November twins ramble⭐🌹

Volo

Volo sneaks into your room while you're sleeping 🌹⭐🔪🧨

Tarzan!Volo⭐🧨🍷

SM/USUM

Nanu

Alpha!Nanu hcs🌹🍷⭐

Alpha!Nanu-Pushing him to his limit🌹🍷⭐

Stalker!Nanu🔪🌹⭐🧨

Incubus!Nanu🌹⭐🔪🧨

HGSS

Morty Headcannons sfw & nsfw⭐🌹🍷

B&W

Colress experimenting on reader(old post)⭐🌹🍷

Colress Uno reverse getting experimented on( old post)⭐🌹🍷

X&Y

Alpha!Siebold⭐🌹🍷

SWSH

Kabu

Pussydrunk! kabu🌹⭐🍷

Multiple

Galar men having audio accounts⭐🌹🍷

Pokemen reaction to pillow princess S/o⭐🌹🍷

Paldea men having gwa accounts🌹🍷⭐

HasselxreaderxBrassius poly mini🍷🌹⭐

BDSP&P/Hisui

Mer!Meli develops a crush on his savior⭐

Mer!meli his Crush comes back (part 2)⭐

Cyllene

Cyllene breaks your back⭐🌹🍷

ORAS

Maxie

Maxie General romantic head cannons⭐

Vampire!Maxie Hcs

ScVi

Brassius

Yan!brass hcs ⭐🔪🌹

Hassel

Pegging hassel⭐🌹

Rika

Daddy Kink!Rika fucs u wth strap⭐🌹🍷

Rika&afab reader period headcannons⭐

Jacq

Nsfw hcs⭐🌹🍷

Larry

Larry using your body as stress relief⭐🍷🌹

Yan!Larry hcs⭐🔪🌹🍷

Larry hcs🌟🌹🍷

SDV

Shane

Shane hcs PART 2⭐🌹

Harvey

Harvey hcs⭐

Harvey patches you up ⭐️

Alex

Alex hcs⭐

Sebastian

Alpha! Seb⭐🌹🍷

Ocs

Silas The dragon 🐉

Marriage headcannons⭐🔪🌹

Never Escape, not with a baby in you🔪🧨🌹⭐

Rough fuck, use you like a fuck toy🔪⭐🍷🌹

Reading a book, thinking about you⭐🍷🌹🔪

Fell Dragon!Silas corruption🔪🧨🌹🍷

Cole the werewolf

Halloween22 Slasher!Cole⭐🧨🌹🔪

Daddy kink Cole⭐🌹🍷

Missing you⭐🌹🍷

Wolf Drider Salem 🕷

Halloween 22' Reaper!Salem headcannons⭐🍷🔪

Consensual non-con roleplay⭐🌹🧨

Zero the wasp hybrid🐝

Alpha zero thirst🌹🍷⭐

Human!Zero x Wasp!reader🌹⭐🍷🔪

Zero steals you away from the Beemas⭐🧨🔪🌹

Zero's picnic date⭐

Noah The Leopard MerShark 🦈

Date sfw hcs⭐

Virgin to Pussy drunk 🌹⭐

Halloween 22' nekomata!Noah🌹🔪🧨

Prof. Sterling 👓

Nsfw/sfw hcs🌹🍷⭐

My dream

Dom Sterling⭐🌹🍷

Fucking in the classroom⭐🌹🍷

The boys

Cat boys (All)⭐

Halloween final threesome🐝 👓⭐🔪🧨🌹🍷

Boys and their scent (All)⭐

Bug boys take care of you when you're sick🐝🕷️⭐

Ro's Au hoard

Beehive Submas #BeeGearStation

Tarzan!ingo, #Tarzaningo

Bull farm Au #Bullfarmau

Anon submissions

More Omega!Melli 🌹

Bully Melli hours🌹

Voodoo Doll submas part 1 prt2🌹

Villain submas reaction to other hero ⭐

Random shit

Birds of paradise harpies bfs⭐

The Ring of Lovers (fan scp)⭐🔪🍷

Dol fav LI call Out Post lol⭐🌹🧨

#new master list in the works #lolol ignore this post I just need a link

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alexbrainrot · 7 months

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new pants / smut

sdv alex x afab reader

“hey farmer girl.. did you get new pants? you’re doing something right.” alex called out as you walked past him towards the library. you decided to ignore him and continued walking, you knew he was smirking to himself after making that comment. you were used to this by now.

you were wearing new pants, jeans actually. you went to the city last week to buy some durable jeans for all your heavy farm work, and you came across these, which fit you perfectly and happened to hug you in all the right areas. although you were somewhat flattered he noticed, you didn’t have anything to say to him.

you were indifferent towards alex. sometimes he was kind, giving you cookies his grandmother baked or helping you carry wood back to your house but other times he acted cold, brushing you off when you would greet him in front of others.

he was confusing, and it was hard trying to strengthen your friendship when he acted that way.

you hadn’t talked to him in a few days now, and this comment about your pants was the first interaction between you two in a while, although it was hardly an interaction.

you hated that his inappropriate comments secretly made you blush. you pretended to hate them, when in reality, your cheeks would heat up and your breath would quicken. you couldn’t deny his attractiveness, no matter how much he annoyed you. when he first started to slip in comments about your appearance or your body you became noticeably flustered, and you know that he noticed. you didn’t mind his words, although you did hate when he wouldn’t pay attention to what you were saying, too busy looking you up and down.

once you got inside the library, you greeted gunther and made your way towards the back in search of a certain book. it was pretty quiet, the only other people inside the library were elliot and penny. you had been searching for your book for a few minutes now and you were about to give up before spotting it in the lower middle shelf wedged in between two huge novels. as you bent over, you suddenly felt someone come up behind you, their body was pressed up against you and one hand was on your waist.

you gasped and quickly looked behind you to be met with alexs dark green eyes staring down at you. he put one finger up to his soft pink lips signaling you to be quiet. you were about to stand back up before his strong hands firmly gripped your waist.

“down” he whispered. you were still looking back at him with your eyes wide, curious as to what he was trying to do. you let go of the book and instead placed your hands on the shelf in an attempt to steady yourself. his hands were roaming your body, caressing your thighs and your stomach. his bulge was pressed up against your ass and you felt yourself becoming more aroused by the minute.

“alex.” you breathed out.

“shhh” he snapped at you.

“be quiet, unless you want them to see us.”

with that, you didn’t speak another word and instead waited for alex’s next move. he started to hump you from behind, rubbing his restrained cock up and down your ass. he bit his lip, trying to not make any noise, but fuck, was it hard. ever since he saw you wearing those jeans he couldn’t help but imagine ripping them off of you and fucking you right there. he became impatient and started to pound against you, making noticeably more noise. his eyes started to screw shut, he didn’t care about anyone catching you two anymore, he was becoming lost in the pleasure.

your panties were becoming soaked. the way that he looked, getting himself off and using you made you clench your thighs even more. the fact that you were both fully clothed and yet here you two were, becoming a mess for each other turned you on. he leaned down, close enough to whisper in your ear.

“fuck, you’re driving me crazy. you don’t know how many times i’ve fisted my cock to the thought of you.” he planted an open mouthed kiss on your neck and you moved his hand that was on your hip up underneath your top.

“please touch me alex, please.” you whined.

he realized that you weren’t wearing a bra today and began fondling your breasts. he pinched your nipple, causing you to let out a small whimper. his pace was quick now, desperate to reach his high. finally his hips stuttered and he paused, a low grunt escaping his lips. you could feel his heavy breathing as his body hugged yours. you two stayed like that for a while before you finally stood back up, facing him.

you noticed the wet patch on his jeans and he did too, glancing down at himself and then up at you. he suddenly felt shy, different from the alex who was humping you as if you were merely a toy just a second ago. you bit your lip and unbuttoned your jeans. he stared at you with his mouth agape. your hand gently grabbed his and placed it into your jeans, underneath your panties. you gasped once his cold fingers brushed against your cunt.

“i want to feel good too lex, can you help me?” you whispered as you looked up at him. he nodded, barely registering what was going on, his mind clouded with you and only you.

his fingers prodded at your clit, rubbing slow circles. his eyes watched as you buried your face into his chest, trying to keep quiet.

you glanced up at the clock, it was almost four now.

“shit, we have to hurry lex, please hurry.” you breathed out.

his fingers started to rub your clit relentlessly, the sounds of your wetness filled the library, it would be impossible for anyone to not hear.

“cum all over my fingers, baby.” he whispered and your hand clung onto his t shirt as you moaned against his chest and let go, your arousal drenching his fingers. you heard someone’s feet shuffling in your direction and quickly tried to recollect yourselves, zipping up your jeans and attempting to fix your appearance. alex stood behind you, like a little kid trying to hide after getting in trouble, although he was significantly taller than you. you both jumped when gunther peeked over.

“we’re closed guys.” gunther simply stated, his finger pointing towards the clock. he had a stern look on his face.

“we were just on our way out gunther, don’t worry” you replied.

“good. handle your business at home next time. i don’t want to ban you two from coming in here again, it won’t look good.”

you and alex stared at each other, your faces were cherry red. you quickly nodded and hurried out with alex’s hand in yours. he didn’t let go,he loved how intimate it was. his heart was beating rapidly and he felt like he was floating. you walked him to his house and were about to bid him goodbye until his grandmother opened the door.

“oh! it’s the sweet farmer! come on in honey! we’d love to have you over for dinner.” she beamed at you and ushered you in before you could even say a word.

alex laughed nervously, walking behind the both of you. it was going to be a long night.

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alexbrainrot · 13 days

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alex yearns for a family with you / smut

pairing: husband!alex x afab!farmer a/n: this was in my drafts i just tweaked it a little..

alex was helping you install some new sprinklers and looked over your land as he did so. it was beautiful, you worked so hard to get it this way. it was well kept and spacious. perfect enough for a family.

he didn't want to pressure you into having kids, he never really asked you about how you felt towards having any. he wanted to wait until you brought it up, but still, he couldn't help but dream of becoming a father. the father of your kids specifically.

ever since you two got married, he's been a happier man. he matured a lot, or at least that's what you told him and he trusted your word for it. he felt it in a way too, his priorities began to shift and he no longer focused on irrelevant matters. he was learning so many things as your husband and day by day, his desire to raise kids with you grew stronger.

"this is a great place to raise children. i would've loved growing up in a place like this. so much room to run around.." he says bashfully, brushing off the dirt on his boots.

you were too busy using your scythe to even process what he said for a moment. then, you finally looked at him, shielding your eyes from the sunlight. "you think so..?"

"yeah." he responds in a quiet voice. his gaze softening. he hoped that you understood what he was really trying to say. a comfortable silence follows before he turns away and continues adjusting your sprinklers. in the back of his mind he wonders if you have the same wish he does.

alex knew child bearing was not a walk in the park. the moment he began to think about parenthood, he picked up a few books in the library in secret. it taught him a lot, and made him more sympathetic towards your decision whatever it may be.

still, it was hard to let go of the idea.

that night, when you finally got into bed after a long day of hard labor, he turned to face you.

you smile softly, a little surprised that he was still awake, usually when you got home this late he was fast asleep. the moonlight shined through your bedroom window, creating a sparkle in his green eyes. "not sleepy?"

"mm." he sighs and looks away.

"tell me."

"tell you..?"

"somethings on your mind, lex."

he scratches the back of his neck, unsure if he should even bring it up. he feels like he has no right to at all. he pauses for a long time before he builds up the courage.

"do you.. want to try for a baby?"

his words and the look on his face immediately make your cheeks flush. it suddenly made sense to you why he brought up children earlier out of the blue.

"a baby..?" you whisper back. he can't help but smile in response. he wants you to say yes so badly. his body scoots closer until you can feel his warmth and he gently wraps his strong arms around your waist. "i don't know where you stand on this.. but i really want to be the father of your children." his voice quiet, almost pleading.

your eyes search his, he looks so sincere. you didn't know he felt this way at all.

"i'll help you the whole entire way, i promise. i'll take care of the farm.. i'll-" you cut him off with a soft kiss. your hand grasps his shirt and bunches it up as you pull him even closer.

he blushes and catches his breath when you finally break the kiss. "is that a yes..?" you gently nod your head. "yes, honey.”

the joy that he feels upon hearing that is indescribable. he squeezes your waist and kisses your face all over before nuzzling into your neck causing you to giggle. his touch is soft and gentle as his hand grazes your side.

“how are you feeling tonight..?” he whispers in a low voice before planting wet kisses down your neck.

you feel your whole body heat up immediately. the sudden change in his demeanor caught you off guard. “l-lex..”

“tell me… can i fill you up tonight, baby?”

his words make you shudder. “im a little sore...” it wasn’t a lie, you had been out on your farm the entire day trying to prepare for spring.

“you don’t have to do anything…just turn around for me..” he whispers, adjusting you so that he’s hugging you from behind. your backside pressed up against him, feeling his muscles flex. he sneakily removes your pajama shorts along with your panties evoking a gasp from you. his other hand still wrapped around your waist keeping you in place.

"this okay with you?" he lips brush the back of your neck. everything he was doing was sending you into a frenzy, it was as if you were losing complete control. your body was reacting on its own.

he pinches your side when you don't directly respond to him. "tell me, dear."

"y-yes lex.. please.."

you could already feel his hardened length underneath his boxers, poking at your entrance. with a swift movement, he slides them down and you're skin to skin.

"let me make this easier, dear." he grabs one of your legs and lifts it up gently, allowing him easy access to your entrance.

slowly, he inserts himself inside of you, wanting to savor the moment. you could feel him stretching you out inch by inch. "oh.." you let out a shaky gasp and grip his forearm as he takes his time. his thick cock took a while to ease into.

he grunts when he bottoms out fully and his fingers dig into your waist. he's trying his hardest to wait for your signal to start moving, but the way your insides hug him is difficult to resist.

his breath is heavy as he begins to thrust in and out with caution. the sensation is too much for him to handle. he feels himself so pathetically close already since it was your first time having sex without protection.

"y-you're so wet, fuck." his voice is husky against your ear. you simply whimper, unable to even give him a proper response with the way his hips are snapping against your ass.

he can hear the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy every time he pistons in and out of you.

"you're gonna look so pretty with a swollen belly.." he whispers. "we'll try every day, sweetheart. i wont miss a day." grunts and moans escape his mouth as his pace quickens. his thrusts becoming sloppier as the tension in his abdomen starts to build up.

"can't wait to suck on your swollen tits, sweetie.. fuck." his grip on your waist tightens after every word he speaks, he's so close.

"g-god lex.. faster.."

all he needed were your words to encourage him, his firm grip steadies you while he pounds into your cunt relentlessly. both of your bodies are sweaty, his hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyes are screwed shut while he uses up all of his strength and energy to help the both of you reach your climax.

his body felt like it was on fire, chasing that pleasurable feeling.

not long after, he feels you arch your back and let out a long drawn out moan. your juices coat his cock and your flushed body heaves up and down. he follows suit and groans as his hot seed spurts inside your pussy, filling you up so well. his member thrusting until there's nothing to give anymore.

his large hand brings your leg back down and delicately caresses your thigh as you both start to come down from your high. you can feel him smiling against your skin. "i really want to be a dad." he mumbles.

you smile and bring his hand up to your lips, planting a small kiss.

"fingers crossed."

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☾ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ☽

ᴀ/ɴ: I am already back with a new fic for Sam. I am in a groupchat with some amazing people and I decided to write some ideas out that were thrown around. I hope you enjoy! Maybe I will do Alex or Elliott next... Anyway, thank you so much for your time! ✧

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Reader (afab)

ᴡᴄ: 3884 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: alcohol consumption, drunk sex, doggy style, cursing, unportected sex, drooling, exhibitionism, public setting, teasing, creampie, hornyness all around.

Sam’s mouth was watering, and the sole reason for it was you. Sam had fallen in love with you the moment you had stepped foot into Pelican Town yet had never managed to utter a single word about it. But now, the blonde was absolutely hammered, and that allowed him to shamelessly stare at you. Pupils blown, chest heaving and falling quickly, his eyes were focused on your ass while you were bent over the pool table, focused on your next shot in your game with Sebastian. The only thing that kept him from dropping on his knees and begging to be allowed to suck on those slender fingers wrapping around the cue was the fact that he still wasn’t sure if you liked him back.

When you wiggled your butt a little, a small groan passed his lips. It was desperate, and rough, making the attention of the room fall on him. “Are you okay, Sam?” You asked, worry in your voice. “Yeah…yeah…Yeah, ‘m fine… just gonn…you need help, dontcha? Winnin’ against Seb, I mean,” he slurred, pushing himself up on his legs, steadying himself using the pool table. Sebastian cocked his pierced brow; Sam sucked at pool when he wasn’t drunk, and now he was absolutely shitfaced. What help could he be?

Sam placed himself right behind you, pressing his crotch against you a bit, hoping – no, praying – that you didn’t catch on that he only did that to feel you against his growing buldge.

Though you were a smart girl. The feeling of his erection didn’t go unnoticed, but you kept up your pokerface. “I guess I could use a little help,” you murmured, voice coated in innocence. You leaned forward, smiling up at the oblivious Sebastian. “Sorry, I told you I haven’t played in ages,” you explained, directing the black-haired man’s attention back to the game. He shrugged nonchalantly, waving off your comment and watching you adjust the cue, but Sam had seemingly become hyper focused. He leaned over you, shaking hand gripping your wrist. He was so close, so close to you. He could smell you and feel you. If his mouth was watering before, now it was drooling. He had dreamed of this so often, having you bent over under him, and now he had, and you didn’t even notice his ulterior motives.

A thought that was disproved when he felt it. You pressed your ass against him, circling your hips just ever so slightly to cause friction. An accident? Sam didn’t care. The whine that slipped couldn’t be caught anymore; the despair obvious. The need to beg for you to at least let him feel you for one night, even just a single hour, maybe just put the tip in you if that was all you wanted to give, hanging onto his tongue by a thread. The only thing that kept him from speaking was a pair of attentive eyes that were placed on him.

„Ugh, drunk like that? It’s best he sleeps on the couch here, Jodi’s gonna flip otherwise… and I doubt I can drag his drunk ass up the mountain.”

“‘S…’s a bad position,“ Sam slurred in a weak attempt to explain himself, but he didn’t even really care. He cared about you, boxed in-between his wobbly arms. He could lean down, kiss your neck, suck on it. Leave his wet marks all over you – and who would stop him? “He’s right,” you mused, shifting yet again. This time you rubbed your ass from side to side as if to figure out how to stand, making sure to add pressure against his dick. Sam was creaming in his pants by now, his knees wobbling as he lowered his head. He licked his lips, hot breath hitting your neck. The goosebumps that appeared made him want to drool all over you, but still, he cleared his throat and guided you into a sloppy shot. Trying to stay strong, not to make it too obvious. But fuck, your gentle grinding into his cock, the way you pressed into him – he swore his cock was about to burst right then and there for you, and if you kept it up, he’d cum in his pants in the saloon.

“Damn, Sam. You wanted to help her win, not make her lose. Maybe you should step back,” Sebastian grunted, an obvious edge to his voice, yet he would have never expected his best friend to actually growl at him in return. That was the only way the sound that radiated through the blonde’s chest could be described; it was deep and rough, almost threatening. Possessive, even.

While it shocked the other man, it sent a shock straight through your whole body. It was enough for you to put your cue away and stand up straight, giving Sebastian a small smile. “I think it’s time we get Sammy boy here to sleep.”

Perfect.

“I’ll take him to the farm, then. Until our ways part we are about halfway there, you can help me drag him.”

Sebastian sighed dramatically, but put the cue away, which probably signalled his agreement, or at least you decided to take it as such.

Both of you draped one of Sam’s arms over your shoulders and made the strenuous way up to your farm, Sebastian stubbornly staring ahead, while Sam was slumped between you. His cheeks were red, but the way you looked at him made him wheeze. The look that he gave you, so lustful and horny, eyes drowning in need, made your legs buckle every now and then, straining a grunt from Sebastian that now had to basically drag two whenever you did. “You sure you want him on your farm? I can stay over-“

“No,“ you interrupted, flashing him a quick, reassuring smile. “You’ve got to work with Robin tomorrow, and she will freak out if you’re not there. Besides, I have a guard dog, and if this fella acts up, he’ll be sent to the doghouse.”

Sebastian smiled a little and nodded, the thought of Sam sleeping in a small hut clearly bemusing him. Smacking his friend on the back, which almost sent the poor boy tumbling over, Sebastian turned. „Behave, you hear? Or I gotta whoop your ass.” With that and a wave, he began to make his way home.

Silence.

“So…,” you began when Sebastian’s silhouette had blended into the deep night, looking at the blonde hanging onto your shoulder. “What was all that about?”

“All…hicc… what about?”

“In the bar. You drooled on my neck.”

Sam giggled at that, tilting his head back as his laugh became deeper. “Yea…that-…that probably was ‚cause I really fuckin‘ love you…an‘…an‘ cum in my fist every night thinkin‘ of fuckin…fucking you.”

If that wasn’t drunken honesty, you didn’t know what else would be. “But I didn’t know hoooow to tell youuuu. So, don’t tell on me, m’kay? Don’t want ya to..hate me, ya know.”

Chuckling quietly, you pushed a strand of hair out of his, face, dragging your lower lip between your teeth. “You know who you’re talking to, right”

“Mh..course. My little farmer princess.”

“And you know what I did to you in the bar?”

“Mhhhhm. Was so close to cummin‘. Still…still am.”

“Do you know what could mean, Sam?”

“That… you suck even more at pool than me?”

You snorted, head tipping back as you laughed. Yoba, he wanted to lick down your throat, down your body, devour your cunt. He wanted to taste you so, so bad. He could have bet that you had the prettiest pussy he would ever lay eyes on, and he would make sure to worship it. With slow licks, the fast ones, by spelling his name on your clit and with your legs over his shoulder so he could get into as much contact as possible.

“No, Sam. I’m into you. I have been for a while. Didn’t you ever notice me flirting? Not even when I told you you should show me what else those fingers can do than play guitar.”

You could literally see the corks in Sam’s head reeling, trying to connect the dots of the information that had just been relied to him. “So…ya…like me back?”

You rolled your eyes, deciding that in this state, only actions seemed to count for Sam. Words took too long to process. You leaned down to kiss the man deeply - an opportunity he leaped at. His tongue immediately dragged over your lips, coating them with the taste of alcohol. The moan that left you was to his advantage, he shoved his tongue into your mouth clumsily, letting it run over yours, licking at it as if he was starving. His hands had found your body for support to stop himself from swaying back and forth. “Need ya…need ya so bad. This kay?“ He slurred against your mouth, pretty blue eyes staring at you, begging you without words.

You bit your lip and tried to steady Sam again, “Come on, let’s get to the farm, we can…we can-„ Sam’s mouth hit yours again, his teeth sinking into your lips gently. You moaned again, tugging at his hair, but your surroundings made you pull away and tug at him him. “Let’s get to the farm, I need you,” you ordered, setting a rather fast pace for drunken Sam.

He whined, begged and pleaded, but in the end, he strolled with you, legs buckling and wobbling, and the lack of blood in his brain seemed to make the short path to your house even longer. The fabric of his clothes rubbed against his buldge so uncomfortably, and the way your hips swayed when you walked brought him close to tears. He wanted you. He had wanted you for so long, he couldn’t wait any longer.

The moment you reached the bus stop, Sam dropped to his knees, almost making you fall over due to the sudden weight shift. “Sam! What are you doing?”

“Fuck…fuck, please. ‘M beggin’ you. ‘M so fuckin’ hard…it hurts so bad…shit, you look so pretty for me,” he gasped, rutting against his hand that he had rested in his lap. The moonlight hit you so perfectly…you looked so amazing. Amazing enough for him to throw his head back, now gripping his length through his clothes. “Pretty please,“ he added, helplessly looking up at you. You bit your lower lip again, your own knees growing weak. You could feel the wetness pool between your legs, and it was hard for you to not just let him have his way with you.

“But what if anyone is gonna see us? We can’t risk being caught. It’s not that far anymore…”

“No! No one will see us!” Sam cried, “I promise…promise I’ll be quick. I’ll be quiet. Anythin‘, princess. Pretty please. I beg you. Please. I’ll be good. Just…please.”

You seriously doubted the value of a completely horny, drunk and in love person’s opinion, but before you knew it, you found yourself on your knees, kissing Sam sloppily.

The blonde immediately pounced on you, pressing his crotch into yours, his hands seemingly everywhere. “So pretty,” he panted against you, kissing down your jaw, down your neck, and then he already lapped at your throat. You seemingly felt him everywhere at once, making you moan out lowly. That only urged Sam on more. He wanted more. He wanted to hear you, smell you, taste you, feel you. He wanted you. No, he needed you.

“You know how often I’ve dreamed of fucking you?”

It was just a murmur against your neck on which he greedily sucked. “How often I’ve dreamed of holdin‘ you in my arms? Pretty baby, makin‘ you all mine.”

Sam had seemingly sobered up a little but that didn’t help much – he was was already intoxicated by you again.

He tugged at your pants and at his at the same time, trying to get them both off at the same time, causing you to laugh out breathlessly. He gave up his attempt and back, licking over his lips.

“Need you so bad,” he repeated while he unbuckled his belt, struggling out of his pants.

You licked your lips and opened the button to your pants much slower, pushing them down your long legs centimetre by centimetre. Blue eyes were glued on you; Sam’s mouth hung open as he watched you, tongue hanging out just slightly. He was pretty sure you could see his dick throb against his already wet boxers, but fuck, who cared? He sure didn’t. The hunger in his eyes made you shiver, no man had ever looked at you like he did, and you were sure he was already fucking you in his head.

“The panties,” he stammered, making you grin to yourself. “The panties. Please, princess. Take them off. You’re so wet already, fuck, please, I- am pretty sure I’m gonna die if you don’t.”

“You mean these?” You teased, gripping at the waistband and letting it snap against your hips. The blonde groaned, the force of the sheer lust hitting him almost making him drop forward again.

“You want them off?”

He nodded, eyes yet again filled with tears. “Yoba, please, yes…need…need to see your pussy.”

“Then take them off.”

Sam was incredibly quick to move, much quicker than you had deemed in the range of possibility, he did have a lot of drinks, but he was on top of you the moment you gave the go. He pushed your shirt upwards and messily pulled your breasts from your bra, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. He trailed his tongue around it, before switching sides, his hand trailing towards your panties already. He let his finger glide along your slit over the fabric, growl escaping him upon feeling your wet spot. “All that teasing gotcha wet, huh?” He hissed, biting your nipple gently before he slowly licked down your cleavage, staying in-between your breasts for a moment longer, just inhaling deeply and leaving his love bites. You smelled so good, so sweet; it was hard to not get lost in his in his need. However, after a moment he picked up his journey again and licked down your stomach, until he finally reached the hem of your panties.

The night air began to fill with moans that tumbled out of your mouth, the eagerness you were treated with leaving your cunt pulsing. By now you felt a need similar to Sam’s, making you pretty sure you needed him all over you to ever think properly again, even though right now, you were far from it. He let his fingers run up to your exposed chest, gripping your nipples between pointer finger and thumb and rolling them gently. “Lift your butt,” he ordered, almost smiling to himself when you did. He gripped the lace of your panties with his teeth, slowly tugging them down. You shuddered when the cold night air hit your hot wetness, and Sam moaned lowly upon seeing your cunt.“ Look how beautiful. Such a sweet little cunt…all for me, isn’t it? All for my cock and me,” he rambled, having to sit back on his heels for a moment. The beauty of your almost naked body had him dangerously close to the edge, and he would have forever hated himself if his own dick cockblocked him right now.

“Sam-“

“Get on your hands and knees for me, pretty baby.”

You sucked in air through your teeth, eyes dragging down his body. He was hard as a rock, and you were sure his boxers were about to rip, so you slowly settled on your hands and knees. Maybe it was also because you just needed to be absolutely stuffed with cock.

You tried to wait patiently, even though your own need made that incredibly hard, but you couldn’t risk getting Sam distracted. His gaze seemed to burn holes into your back, making you shift around on your knees. Then you finally heard shifting and the gentle sound of skin smacking against skin.

“You are so ready for me, baby,” he murmured, his fingers spreading your drooling lips slowly. One of them pushed inside of you, low groan falling from his lips. He curled his finger and then thrusted it knuckle-deep, breathing in sharply upon feeling you basically pulling him in. You were so wet and warm… and he could finally get his dick into you. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to be ripped apart by the feelings tumbling around inside of him, and you were the only thing on this whole planet that would ease this ache he had for you.

You felt his finger leave you and whined, wiggling your ass in the air. Much to your surprise, a hand came down on your butt, forcing you to yelp out Sam’s name. “Teasin‘ me all night already,” he slurred, pressing his tip against your soaked hole. “And it worked…”

With that, he slowly pushed himself inside of you and the world seemed to disappear.

All he could hear was static, and the sound of his own heartbeat, mixing with your moans. He was pretty sure the world could explode and he wouldn’t have blinked an eye. All he could think about was how good you felt; despite only having the tip in, you sucked him in deeper already.

“This okay?”

You nodded eagerly, pushing back against his dick in a desperate attempt to get more. Yoba, you needed more. This time it was you that wanted to cry and beg for him, but Sam seemed to pick up your silent prayers.

His hips shoved forward eagerly; it seemed like your walls were made for his cock. You fit so snuck around him, cunt welcoming him with a wet sound. The two of you moaned and you had to rest your head on your arms to keep at least your butt up in the air for Sam, the promise of being quite long forgotten. Centimetre by centimetre Sam pushed inside of you, making sure to take his time, to really split you in two for him and only him. One of his hands was resting firmly on your hip, the other cupping one of your breasts. When he was balls deep inside of you, he abruptly stopped, his penis twitching violently inside of you. For a moment, you weren’t sure if he had just had his orgasm, and when you turned around you could see his eyes watering. You were about to ask, yet the thought was immediately cut off when Sam pulled back and rammed back into you.

Suddenly you could feel the weight of his upper body on your own as he angled himself to get better access to your sweet cunt.

“Mine, all mine,” Sam panted into your ear as he began to pick up a fast pace, humping you like an animal in heat. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet pussy and the way his pelvic bone hit your bare ass created sounds lewd enough for anyone within a kilometre to know what was happening. Neither of you cared.

You were a moaning mess beneath the blonde, and he was whimpering, close to sobbing your name. Sam sucked on your neck to mark you up, keep you away from dirty, greedy eyes such as his own, his cock bullying into you at a fast pace; your walls sucking him off so well. His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he felt you clench around him as he began to gently circle your clit.

“Like that, huh? Like when…I do this?” He snarled, licking his lips and kissing down your spine; a task that was rather hard given that his hard thrusts made your whole body shake.

“Sam!” You sobbed, trying to meet his thrusts desperately as if you just couldn’t get enough, and Sam was happy to deliver. He pressed you into his body and fucked into you as if his life depended on it, tongue hanging out and droplets of saliva falling on your back.

You swore you could see little fairies dance around you when Sam hit your sweet spot, this combined with his relentless spelling of his name on your clit made you approach the edge with fast steps.

Sam wasn’t much better – he was staring at his thick perverted cock vanishing into your pussy, spreading open your sweet little hole with each thrust. He loved to see how he forced wetness out of you with each thrust, and he swore to himself he’d make you cream.

“Sam, fuck, Sam! I’m gonna cu-cum!” You cried, the thought of if you could maybe wake someone with your needy cries for dick crossed your mind, but it quickly turned into arousal. You would love for people to hear how well Sam was fucking you, how mean he was to your cunt, snapping his hips back and forth mercilessly, accompanied by the sound of his skin smacking against your reddened ass that by now was sporting a red handprint.

“Gonna cum, Sam, gonna cum!” You slurred, feeling his wet tongue trace patterns down the side of your neck again. White light flashed in front of your eyes, your toes curled up as you felt your face growing numb.

What the two of you didn’t notice was the text from Sebastian’s number that made the screens of your phones light up. Nice show. Make it less obvious that you want to fuck next time or send me videos so I can rewatch.

Sam’s whimpers and small groans had turned into dragged out whines, adoring how you let him fuck you out here near the bus stop. He wanted people to hear you. Show them you were his and his alone. He would have loved for each of the guys to see him ruining you, so they’d keep their hands off. Seeing how his cock vanished inside of you with each thrust, how his precum and your juices were mixing together, dribbling down his shaft. The thought of them seeing you sprawled out and crying for him and the feeling of you drooling all over his throbbing dick, begging for more was enough to push him over the edge.

His body tensed up, a cry of sheer pleasure was being bellowed into the night as his orgasm washed over him, his cock pressed deep inside of you. The feeling of his cum inside of you was too much. You sobbed his name, fingers wrapping around strands of grass as your body convulsed, the numbness that caught up to you soothing as you clenched around your lover’s dick, making it hard for Sam to move. The blonde gritted his teeth, his thrusts slowly slowing down as he hung his head; his breathing hard and laboured

You were lying beneath him, panting as well as your hand slowly searched for his. Upon finding it, you intertwined your fingers, and for a moment you two just sat there, Sam’s dick still buried inside of you, your hands interlocked.

“Round two when we reach the farm?” You whispered after a while, despite having his cum drip out of you as he pulled back slowly, making Sam smile like a lovesick puppy.

“Round two when we reach the farm.”

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deepestnightcolor · 3 months

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☾ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏʀᴋ ☽

ᴀ/ɴ: My exams are over and I decided it was time for Alex being messed with and absolutely adore you all the same. So here you go, new smut.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Alex (SDV) x Reader (afab)

ᴡᴄ: 6120 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Slight exhibitionism (you are on the front porch of the house), cowgirl position, mentions of oral sex, petting, loads of drool, petnames, name calling, teasing, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, marking up.

Alex’ routine was like clockwork. Every morning at 6AM, the man woke up, threw on some shorts and a loose black tank-top, before putting on his trainers and stretching his muscles thoroughly. At 6:15 AM, Alex left the house, shutting the door behind him quietly and stretching his spine once more before he started off with a light jog. His legs picked up the pace almost automatically the further he left his home behind, feet drumming on the ground to the beat of the music that blared through his headphones. At around 6:45 AM he had reached the top of the mountain, passing by the emo’s (as he affectionately called him) house and made his way back down, using the backwoods and usually crossing your farmland to get down to Marnie’s ranch, taking a right turn and finding his way home at 7:15 AM. So, every morning at 6:55AM, Alex passed your farmhouse with a fast-paced step and sweat covering his forehead. What he wasn’t really aware of: someone else in this town was like clockwork – you. And you did notice his routine.

It all started as something completely innocent, really. You wanted to know how long it would take Alex to actually notice you. Whenever you knew Alex was approaching the farm, you did your best to step on to the porch and attempted to get his attention. What you didn’t expect was for it to be so hard. It was like the man was wearing blinders; he looked straight forward, breathing laboured as he tried to keep up his fast pace every day. His body was working hard, muscles flexing with each and every move, sweat trickling down his tanned skin, and cheeks tainted with a hint of red. He was so incredibly, unfairly hot. And it took him four whole days of you stepping on the front porch as he jogged past to finally catch glimpse of you out of the corner of his eyes. Immediately, a small smile lightened up his face and he lifted his hand in friendly acknowledgement as he strutted past. The next day, he seemed to look over as if to check if you were standing there, and of course you were. Standing there, elbows propped up on the railing of your stairs and looking at his body being pushed to its limits. Yet again Alex smiled at you, lifting his hand, this time around wiggling his fingers at you, but when he saw your eyes linger on his flexed biceps, the smile turned into a grin, and he had the sheer audacity to call you out on your staring by winking at you. And that was when you decided to start a little experiment. From that day on you brought a yoga mat with you whenever you entered your porch. At exactly 6:45, you would spread it out on the ground and sit down on it, beginning to stretch your legs and arms for your next moves. If your experiment failed, you could at least be proud of some gained fitness skills, you figured. Your yoga sessions started innocent enough as well – doing exercises like “The Tree” and giving Alex a bright smile when he passed the first time of you doing yoga. This man was friendly enough to hold up his thumbs, as if he approved your newfound hobby. Not that you needed it. But you wanted to get him used to seeing you do yoga at first, after all, you had a little theory – you were sure Alex was so focused on his run that it would take him ages for him to take of note the fact that you were messing with him.

You followed simple yoga instructions for the first few days, coaxing Alex into the new sight. Waving at him each morning with a sweet smile on your plump lips and returning the appraising nod that he had begun to give you. After day three, however, you finally decided to truly start messing with him. It started out subtly; first your shirt grew shorter by the day until the only thing covering your chest was a sports bra. Then your yoga pants slowly hiked up your strong legs, the long ones being replaced by some shorts you had ordered for this sole reason. It took you standing on the porch in your purple sports bra and some matching shorts that barely reached your mid-thighs to notice a change in Alex’ behaviour. It was faint; you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been watching him like a hawk. When he passed you doing your yoga pose, he gave his usual smile and wave, and you were about to be disappointed when you saw him do a double-take, his pace slowing ever so slightly. His green eyes ran over your body, face scrunching up momentarily as if he was thinking, yet he never stopped running. When he noticed you cocking your brow, he pointed up his thumb and gave an awkward smile before quickly turning around and returning to the speed he had been holding up before. It made you feel all giddy inside that your plan was seemingly working, the thoughtful look on his face had been one mixed with confusion; he had probably wondered if you had always been wearing so little.

Sure, this plan needed patience, loads of it, even. But the look on his face; the way he had slowed his pace just to shamelessly look at you, the way his breathing pattern had changed – all of it was rewarding to you. And it kept rewarding you the following days. Alex was still behaving the same when he passed you, waving or praising you working out with a silent gesture, but now you could feel his eyes lingering. Trailing down your body, taking in the tank top and the yoga pants you were wearing, and you saw confusion in his eyes whenever you caught them. Of course, you were a little brat. Playing with his head seemed so much fun to you, so you had decided to reverse back to your former attire, leaving him to wonder. Had he truly seen you break your routine by wearing such a skimpy outfit like you had just days before, or did he just imagine it? You decided to leave him alone to figure that one out, allowing his eyes to look you up and down each morning.

One morning you had worked up quite some sweat and lifted up your top to wipe some of it from your brows, revealing the purple sports bra that was hiding underneath. It wasn’t planned at all, but it was perfectly timed. Alex trotted past your porch like every morning, looking to his side to greet you silently, but instead of seeing you propped up in a yoga pose – which grew more confident each workout – he was met with exposed skin and a purple sports bra. The sight of it caught him by such surprise that he tripped over his own feet and stumbled, only barely catching himself. He cleared his throat awkwardly and gave you a shy grin, before quickly jogging down the dirt path again. All things considered; how could you not mess with this pretty little thing? You had tasted blood now, and it was time to take it up a notch, because as fun as this was, your patience was running absolutely thin.

It was a little risky. Okay, maybe it was very risky. But you wanted to know how close Alex was actually paying attention now that you had given him the sweet security of routine once more; wearing the same clothes every day, even doing the same poses every day. Giving him absolutely nothing to gawk at, except you stretching your body. The two of you were communicating silently now, asking how you were by using hand signals, nodding at each other’s gains and accomplishments. Though it was time for Alex’ hands to finally land on you.

His stamina had always been something that impressed you, but by Yoba, you had always adored Alex. The way he was working himself to exhaustion just to stand up straight with a smile. The way he checked up on you oh so casually every now and then, mentioning things that were rarely ever noticed. “Hey, farmer. I saw you ride around your horse yesterday. Did you get new breeches?” or “Yo, farmer. Saw you going to Gunther’s. Found a new book?”. You absolutely adored how he was talking to his dog; you found yourself happy when he sent you pictures of things he had been doing that day that he found interesting enough to share. However, you never really were able to get out of your comfort zone and actually tell him. All you knew to do was to show your interest in him, admittedly with quite bold actions. Actions that definitely didn’t match your shyness about using your words. But here you were, in the downward dog position, without any pants or panties to cover your bare ass or cunt. The only piece of clothing offering your body any sort of cover now was your sports bra hugging your tits nicely, keeping them from bouncing uncomfortably when you moved. While you held your pose, doubts started to flood your mind. What if today was the first day Alex wouldn’t come by? What if someone else came by before Alex? What if Alex didn’t even notice and you exposed your sweet cunt to the crisp morning air for absolutely nothing? Or even worse… What if he didn’t find you attractive at all, but weird as hell and would hurry to get away from you?

Maybe this was a stupid idea after all. You had played around with him this far and it had all worked well, maybe it was time to stop now? Untouched, but also unscathed. About to push yourself up to hurry inside and regret every life choice you have ever made, you suddenly heard steps coming towards you, and they were coming towards you quick. You lifted your head and saw Alex look over at you, making you smile at him carefully, almost shyly. Your face was red, if from the embarrassment you felt right now or from the downward position you were holding, you didn’t know. Alex smiled and nodded, jogging past happily, making your heart drop. In disbelief, you watched him jog down the path, and with his steady but fast speed, he soon was close to being out of sight. You couldn’t believe it. He had almost stumbled when he noticed a fucking bra, and now you were stretching out your receptive ass and pussy, and all you got was a smile? You sighed, red spots forming all over your cleavage and neck because of the shame, when you suddenly saw Alex’ silhouette come to an abrupt stop at the border of your farmland, even raising some dust. Blinking, you squinted your eyes to see what he was doing, but that wasn’t necessary. He turned around and suddenly sprinted towards you. Alex was fast – he always had been, but now he seemingly moved inhumanely fast. You couldn’t even blink before he was standing in front of you, having you look up at him with your mouth slightly agape. Alex’ chest was heaving and falling quickly, beads of sweat running down his forehead, tracing his cheeks and dripping down on his chest. His eyes were staring at you, your face, your back, your ass, and you swore you could see him drag his tongue over his lip before catching it between his set of pearly whites. “So that’s how you do yoga, huh?” He asked, setting his left foot on the step of your porch, but he hesitated. Letting his eyes drag over your body once more, the steady breathing pattern he usually adapted when running in complete disarray. “I read n-naked yoga is…uhm…quite beneficial,” you stammered, not able to keep your position and finally dropping to your knees, which caused Alex’ right eye to twitch, his muscular form now towering over you. “I see. And how long have you known that I pass by your farm around this time?” “…Four weeks?” Alex hummed, slowly stepping up on the porch. He was now directly in front of you. You could practically smell him; your nose would have brushed his pubic bone if you had leaned forward the tiniest bit. “Mhm…So…,” he began, quite obviously enjoying the position the two of you were in. Alex had always had a thing for a good size difference, and you looked so tiny beneath him. So easy to take… You swallowed thickly, your eyes slowly wandering down his body to take in how the black tank top clung to his muscular frame, down to his green basketball shorts, choking on your very own breath when you saw the bulge that was outlined by the soft fabric. Alex opened his mouth to add something to his started sentence, but his tongue betrayed him when he felt your lips press against his very obvious erection.

He swore he had never felt this strained in his life before; every single muscle in his body was pulling towards you, burning for you. He had always found you so pretty, never understanding Hayley’s rants about you liking to be dirty. Quite the opposite; he found it astounding that you were able to push yourself so far each and every day, to really take matters into your own hand. Just like you were doing now. And by Yoba, he could have dropped onto the ground and worshipped you for it - He had to steady himself on the railing, the feeling of your lips kissing up and down his clothed shaft pushing him so far towards the edge that he had to focus on not cumming on the spot. That would be terribly embarrassing now, right? Your lips bullied pre out of him without even really trying; and if you had told him to walk now, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t even have known how to do that. “Fuck,” he breathed, his hand reaching out, but stopping short of your head, “can I?” You let out a groan against his clothed shaft, batting your lashes at him. “Alex, I am sitting in front of you almost completely naked, kissing your cock. What do you think?” Immediately after you had formed the sentence, you felt embarrassed and shy. You cleared your throat and shifted around your yoga mat carefully, rubbing your neck that was covered in red. “I mean… Only if you want to.” A dry chuckle sounded in your ears, and it sounded almost as if he was ridiculing you and your small form beneath him, but when you felt his fingers carefully push strands of hair out of your face before wandering down your chin to lift your head, you knew Alex was mirroring the lust you were feeling in this very moment. “Well, it would only be fair if I didn’t wear any pants either then, right?” His thumbs hooked under the waistband of his shorts before he began to pull them down slowly. Your eyes were glued to his crotch, your mouth completely dry. You could feel yourself beginning to leak, slick wet dribbling from your lips just from looking at him. Alex slowly began revealing his happy trail and V-Line, both pointing to what you were so desperately craving. But he was moving so, so slow. Exposing his skin centimetre by centimetre, driving you absolutely crazy. You tried to reach out your hands, but a larger one wrapped around your wrists, holding them in place. “Ah-Ah,” he cooed, but the tremble in his voice gave him away. Still, you were firmly held in place, only able to watch and wait. A soft whimper left you involuntarily when you finally could make out parts of his cock, the moan that you rasped low as you saw it slap against his stomach. It was so pretty; thick and long with a reddening tip, which was already slicked up by pre-cum. Veins were running along the shaft, pulsating slightly with need – need for you. You swore you could have cried for him. You had dreamed of him fucking you since the day you had first seen him jog past, your slight crush turning into full blown lust mixed with affection. Touching yourself inappropriately under the covers while imagining it to be Alex, desperately humping pillows as moans of his names left your lips, sucking on your dildo before fucking yourself with it, hoping Alex would feel like your favourite toy.

This, however – this was much better than your mind could have ever imagined and it made both your mouth and your pussy drool. “Can’t speak anymore?” Alex asked, almost cockily as he gripped the base of his shaft, slowly letting his fist move up, thumb rubbing over the tip to further coat it with pre. A shivering breath left him and seemingly went straight to your cunt. Alex looked down at you with awe; you looked so perfectly sweet still, even though even though your body language painted a different picture. He was pretty sure he would be able to ruin you, and Yoba, how he wanted to. How often had he moaned your name into his pillow while fisting his dick mercilessly? How often had he imagined you sucking him off? How often had he seen you cockwarm him while he was bench pressing? And now, now you were sitting in front of him. All cute and innocent, half naked for him already and thirsting for his dick. An absolute meal if anyone were to ask him.

“Want a real taste now?” He murmured, hand letting go of your wrists and tracing his finger through your hair once more, bunching it up carefully. He didn’t even have to guide you; your mouth was pressed against his cock quicker than he could have ordered anyway. You desperately pressed your tongue against him, licking from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around him and sucking up whatever drop of pre-cum he had to offer. Alex’ head lulled back, his hand reaching out to steady himself on the railing again. Holy shit, he could have never imagined something this good. Your pretty, plush lips ghosting over his sensitive skin, your warm tongue darting out to kitten lick him, and by Yoba, the way you suckled on his tip and pulled your head back. His knees buckled, your hands finding their place on his muscular thighs being of no real help. Alex looked down at you, and the view he got sent shocks straight to both his heart and dick. You sat on your knees, hands holding on his thighs as if you desperately needed the support, your lips wrapped around the tip of his penis and your eyes closed as you began to move your head over his shaft. Slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace, hollowing in your cheeks to create a smug fit. A look of utmost joy and need was sprawled across your face, and your hips rutted back and forth as if you were riding him already. When the brunet looked closely, he could see droplets of wetness on the surface of the yoga mat; and that was too much for him. He wanted this. He wanted you; and even though your mouth felt heavenly already, and the thought of being met with the cold air on the wet of his dick already killed him, but still. He used his gentle grip on your hair to pull you away from his throbbing cock, the tip now bright red and his balls tightening towards his body. You had him wrapped around your finger already, and he was pretty sure that you hadn’t even gotten started yet. Alex was sure he wouldn’t ever be able to enjoy something as much as he enjoyed you if he crossed this line now, but he needed you. His whole body would evaporate if he couldn’t have you now.

Your lips disconnected from his cock with a small ‘pop’, a string of saliva mixed with his fluids still connecting the two of you. But by now he needed more. Alex dropped on his knees in front of you, looking into your eyes before he gripped your face with both of his big hands, pulling you into a deep kiss. Your lips connected with a smacking sound, and both of you had to moan, trying to release some of the pent-up tension in some way, any way. His hands began to move from your face as his tongue sneaked into your mouth, tangling his with yours, licking over it, savouring the taste of you mixed with his own. Your hearts were pounding in your chests, and each of you were sure the other could hear it, but none of you found the strength to care. Alex’ fingers began wandering, down your neck, to your breasts. He squeezed them through the fabric of your tight bra, but that only soothed him for a moment. One hand travelled to your back, unclasping the bra with surprisingly skilled fingers, allowing your tits to finally bounce free. You had to pull away for a second to gasp for air, an opportunity well used by Alex. He kissed your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, leaving marks and spots as a proof that this was happening – maybe so you couldn’t mess with his head later on, maybe because he just craved you to have them. You didn’t know. You enjoyed. Small moans and gasps left you, your hips grinding back and forth yet again to try and gain desperately needed fiction while Alex teased your collar bones. “Look at these pretty, pretty tits. Fuck, how could you ever hide them from me?” He cupped them with his hands, thumbs rolling over the perky buds, pulling them back and flicking them. “Look at how nice they look in my hands, princess. Absolutely perfect. Just like you,” he whispered, pressing another wet kiss to your lips and then bowing his head as if to worship you and only you. He swallowed thickly, his tongue darting out just like yours had done before, licking a fat stripe over your left nipple. Your head lulled back as you felt the warmth of his mouth around it, your legs quivering momentarily. If Alex felt this good teasing you, you couldn’t imagine how good he felt inside of you. “So pretty,” Alex breathed again, eyes flicking up to your face and then to your ever grinding hips.

A cocky smile appeared on his lips, the hand that had cupped your breasts leaving it and slowly dancing down your stomach. Ghosts of his fingertips lingered on your skin as he made his way downward, mouth finding your other nipple. His tongue flicked it, pressed down on it and then he suckled on it, making the world fade in front of your very eyes, the only thing you could focus on being Alex. You felt all hot and warm, heat mixing with white, need mixing with despair and fulfillment at the same time. Then you felt a lightning bolt go through you as Alex’ finger had found your pretty little clit. His thumb pressed down, while his index finger wandered to your dripping hole, collecting wetness before letting it trace through your folds again, coating your clit. “So wet for me already, huh, baby? Do you need me that badly?” He whispered against your breast, carefully gripping it between his teeth, having you whimper loudly. Your upper body was covered in marks and saliva now, and you hadn’t ever felt prettier than you did now, with Alex seemingly all over you and teasing you about how wet you were for him already in hushed tones. You swallowed thickly, trying to answer him, however, the feeling of Alex’ thumb picking up the pace against the bundle of nerves didn’t allow for anything else than you swallowing your spit again. Your head was tilted back, your legs twitching involuntarily. His lips were pressed against your throat now, tongue licking up to your chin while one hand massaged your breast, the other still relentlessly bullying your clit. He rubbed your clit fast to build up more arousal, just to slow down again to leave you with a lingering feeling of pent-up arousal. His index finger kept sliding down to your hole, dipping in just ever so slightly, but never entering you fully, teasing you just how you had teased him. But by Yoba, Alex was suffering. Not plunging himself inside of you was torture; like pushing a boulder up a steep mountain. The way your sweet little pussy felt against his fingertips made his heart pound harder than he had deemed humanly possible, and his cock was still drooling for you. And the sounds you were giving him. Oh, the sounds. He was sure they were bis favourite song now, that he would never hear anything so beautiful again. However, the way you said his name when he began to pick up his pace on you’re the puffy bundle of nerves beneath his finger tip proved him wrong. His cock twitched dangerously, his balls tightening yet again. He could have come untouched by the sole sound of you moaning his name in a lewd position like this; with your head completely tilted back, legs spread for him to have better access to your cunt. He wanted to cry, to cry and laugh. But more importantly, he wanted to have you. In every possible way.

He had to stop for a moment, just to hold onto you, feel the silk of your skin against his, but before he knew it, he had pulled you on his lap, his body acting on his own. Your wetness was pressing against his thigh now, your tits against his pecs. Yet again his dick twitched violently, only now you could feel it. “Can I ride you?” “Ca you ride me?” You looked at each other, laughing about the fact that the two of you had had the same idea at the same time. Alex leaned back against the railing, adjusting his thighs to help you settle comfortably. Your hands reached out almost carefully to touch his shoulders, steadying yourself as you lifted your hips. The male gripped the base of his shaft, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt your wet entrance against him. You moaned quietly, licking your lips. This was going to be so good, and you knew it. You allowed your hips to press down slowly, only to hear Alex ramble. “Hold on, hold on, hold on.” You looked at him with wide, begging eyes, confusion rippling through you. Had you done something wrong? Alex had his neck craned back, staring at the sky. He tried to hold back the tears that had started to well up in his eyes and threatened to spill from this feeling added to the pile that had already been growing in his stomach, his fingertips roughly pressing into your side, sure to leave marks come the next morning. He was fighting; fighting with every ounce of his being not to fill you up with only his tip inside of you. But your walls sucked him off so well already and having felt you against him now – he was intoxicated. Drunk on you. “Alex?” You asked, shifting as if you were about to get off, causing another hiss to strain from him. Whatever bit of self-control Alex had carried within him up to this point – it was gone. Forced into defeat and ripped to shreds. His green eyes found yours, glazed over and yet so full of affection. “Ale-eeeeex,” you gasped, feeling him slowly buck his hips upwards, entering your cunt carefully. His jaw clenched, using your hips as leverage to pull you down and flush again him. Both of your mouths hung open upon feeling each other for the first time. Alex could have sworn that an angel was sitting on his lap, but he quickly changed his mind; no angel could feel, no be, as heavenly as you. Your walls clenched around him, just to relax and clench around him again. It was as if you were trying to milk him already, and he was pretty sure you could make him cum by just cockwarming him like this, which was deeply embarrassing in itself, but he couldn’t have cared less.

Yet he wouldn’t reach his peak just from being cockwarmed because you needed more. This felt too good as to not want more, you decided. You slowly lifted your hips before allowing yourself to slide down again. “Alex,” you whimpered, your eyes squeezed shut tightly. You certainly were no virgin, nor were you inexperienced, but never had you felt like this. It was like Alex’ cock was a perfect fit that also could tear you apart any second. You were certain you could never let his dick slip out of you again, or you would forever feel empty. “Alex, fuck, never…had…dick this good,” you moaned, your hands running through his chestnut brown hair, pulling on some ends that you could catch while strands slipped through your fingers. Alex, meanwhile, was completely fucked out. He was absolutely pussy-drunk. Your walls were clenching him in all the right places, and the way your cunt squelched in protest whenever you lifted your hips made his heart pound. He couldn’t take his eyes away from where your bodies connected, scared he would wake up and figure out this was all a dream if he did. Moans and hisses left his lips, which he in no way tried to mask. He didn’t give a damn if anyone was to come by and hear him having you ride him like the absolute goddess you were. Besides, even if he did attempt to stay quiet, you moaned loud enough for the two of you. When he felt your tugging on his hair, his eyes briefly flicked up to you. You grinned down at him breathlessly, your eyes glazed over and beads of sweat caught in your brows. Face all pretty and innocent, but carrying such a perverted, dirty fuck-drunken smile. He couldn’t take it anymore. He just couldn’t. You gasped when you felt Alex shift beneath you, the man planting both of his feet flat on the ground, using his grip on your hips to pull you down against him. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the new angle making him push even deeper than before, yet Alex had only been getting started. He adjusted his hips, making sure to keep you flush against him before he pistoned his hips upwards. “Fuck wha-“ You cried out, but were unable to finish the sentence, Alex’ cock fucking into you taking up all your attention and concentration. You weren’t even able to close your mouth anymore as the man beneath you fucked into you as if you were his – his little toy, his little perfect lover, his.

With each smack of skin against skin he marked you as his and his alone, and you proved him right by moaning out his name in the air, letting everyone know who was fucking you right. The brunet used your hips for his advantage, rocking you back and forth a little while bullying his length inside of you, his whole body trembling with the orgasm that was approaching him. He couldn’t help himself, really. How should he? You were taking his cock like an absolute fucking goddess, and your tits were bouncing in his face so nicely. One of his hands gripped your ass, digging his nails into it and straining a moan from your swollen lips. He wanted to mark you more, make everyone know you are his by just looking at you. He opened his hand, holding the palm of it flat beneath your ass, smacking it whenever he pulled you down. The moans you gave him urged him on, giving him the confidence to give your ass a few good smacks, the shape of his hand slowly swelling on the pale skin. The gushes of wet were a testimonial to how much you loved this, and he did, too. Yet still, he couldn’t get enough. Especially not of the look that was painted on your face. You still hadn’t managed to close your mouth; drool was dribbling down from the corner of it and dripped down, mixing with the sweat that covered your chest. You looked completely fucked out, as if you were chanting his name in without using your voice. “You like this, my little slut? Huh? I l-love it.” Love was an understatement for this. He lived this. He wanted this engraved in his brain, he wanted this to haunt him like a ghost. One of his hands left your hip and found its way to where your bodies became one, pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit again to rub quick circles into it. The clenching and spasming of your cunt told him everything that you weren’t able to speak out anymore. The squelching sounds that you made whenever his hips fucked into you even more so, his body aching for the sweet release both of you were chasing.

“You gonna cum for me, ye-yes, baby? ��m gonna cum, too. Gonna take my load like a good girl, m’yes? Gotta make you mine,” He panted the knot in his stomach only growing tighter. The faint nod you gave him, was enough to spur him on once more. He was an athlete, after all. Always pushing his limits just a little further, and today, he was going to do the same with you. He fucked up into you with fast, deep movements, his thumb rubbing your clit even after you tried to struggle away, a shaky, high-pitched gasp of his name leaving you. Your toes curled and your cunt spasmed yet again, clenching around him as if to ensure that he’d never leave. And Alex tried, he really tried to fuck you through your orgasm before he finally reached his own, but with the look you gave him with those tear filled eyes that basically begged him to fill you up, he couldn’t. His nails dug into your hips, his own toes curling as his hips snapped upwards once more, he held you down hard as the knot finally exploded, hot white washing over him, as spurts of his semen were released in you. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he had gone blind, but still, his hips thrusted a few more times before stuttering and then finally halting completely. Slowly, he could make out some stars, then he saw your features again. You looked absolutely ruined. Tears had left streaks on your face, your lower lip was trembling and wet with spit, and every single feature betrayed you by telling about the orgasm that you had just had. Alex was still panting himself, unable to feel anything but his dick buried inside of your clenching pussy and the wetness that drenched his crotch. You slowly dropped your head against his chest, which the brunette cradled almost immediately, raking his slender fingers through your hair. The two of you sat in silence for a while, listening to your heavy breathing and your pounding hearts. You couldn’t bring yourself to get off of him just yet, you didn’t want to lose this feeling right away. Your lover beneath you seemed to feel similarly, his strong arms holding you close, hips still pressing upwards ever so slightly as if to keep his cum deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” he whispered after a while, eyes falling close. “Mh?” you murmured, your own eyes quite heavy. “That was amazing. Are you sure you are no goddess?” “Mhmmmm…” You snuggled closer to him, too weak to lift up your arms to hug him back. “But I’ve got another question.” “Mhm?” You murmured, finding the strength within yourself to look up at him. “This wasn’t a plan to get me to fuck you, was it?” You rolled your eyes at him with a chuckle, resting your head back against the chest that made you feel so secure. “No, it was a plan to get you to fuck and date me.” There was silence for a moment, making your heart skip a beat. Was that too blunt? Maybe this was a one-time thing for Alex. However, a soft kiss pressed to your head soothed your nerves. “Then it worked.”

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