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#v excited to drive for an hour and wait for an hour and drive for another hour while i zone out try to decide if i should cry
stinkrascal · 1 year
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want to write for the vlad/brie backstory so bad but im an hour and a half away from home. on the bright side, my bf just bought a massive bean bag chair its like 7 feet long you guys, im gonna be so cozy writing my sim story when we get home 😁
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joelmillerisapunk · 1 month
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Late night devil put your hands on me
Sugardaddy!Joel Miller x F!reader
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Masterlist ☆ Sugar Daddy Masterlist
Wordcount: 2,139
Warnings: 18+, male oral receiving, reader is blindfolded, unprotected p in v. I can not ruin the rest, but there's nothing triggering. If I did miss anything, please lemme know 🥰
Summary: Your sugar daddy treats you to a surprise trip, gifting you with three sensory delights: one for touch, one for smell, and one for taste.
Notes: I hope you enjoy your first trip sugar babies
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You've been chatting with Joel for the past week or so, getting to know each other and exploring a mutual attraction. It's been exciting and a little nerve-wracking, but you're enjoying the rush of new emotions that come along with having a sugar daddy.
So, when Joel calls you up unexpectedly and asks if you want to go on an overnight trip, you're caught off guard. "Tonight?" You say, looking up from your desk where you're working on a graphic design project for a client. "But that's so soon."
"I thought the terms of our agreement were clear," Joel says, his voice low and commanding. "Spontaneity is key, and I’m already down here, waiting."
You can't help but smile at his enthusiasm, enjoying the rush of this commitment. "Okay," you say, a little cautiously, knowing you're going to be cutting the deadline close. "I'll go pack a bag."
You quickly gather some clothes and toiletries, your heart racing with excitement and anticipation. When you're ready, you head outside to meet Joel.
He's waiting for you by his car, blindfold in hand. "Just trust me," he says, as he gently ties the soft fabric around your eyes, heightening your sense of anticipation and your senses in general.
You feel the cool night air against your skin as Joel leads you to his car, helping you climb into the passenger seat. You hear the trunk of the car close, your luggage now secure. The engine roars to life, and you brace yourself for the familiar sensation of the car pulling away from the curb. As he drives, you feel the smoothness of the leather seats and the gentle hum of the engine. The drive is a blur of twists and turns. The sound of gravel crunching under the tires and the occasional rustle of leaves as the wind blows lulls you into a state of excited curiosity. You feel Joel's hand on yours, gently holding it as he navigates the roads.
After what feels like hours of driving, Joel brings the car to a gentle halt. He steps out, and you can hear the faint rustle of leaves as he moves around the car to open your door. Gently, he guides you out of the car, taking your hand in his. The air is crisp and clean, filling your lungs with the scent of pine and earth.
As Joel leads you forward, you can feel the ground beneath your feet change from smooth pavement to a softer, uneven terrain. Your senses are heightened, and you can hear the distant sound of a babbling brook and the hoot of an owl echoing through what you can only assume is a forest.
Finally, just as you're about to question yourself for letting a man you barely know willingly take you to the woods, Joel removes the blindfold, and you gasp at the breathtaking view that greets you.
The moonlit sky stretches out above you, a tapestry of stars twinkling like diamonds against the inky blackness. Below, the mountains loom, majestic and timeless, their snow-capped peaks kissed by the silvery moonlight. The world seems to stretch out before you, a canvas of endless possibilities, and you can't help but feel your heart swell in awe at the beauty of it all.
"Wow," you breathe, taking in the snow-capped mountains and the endless expanse of stars overhead.
Joel smiles. "I'm glad you like it, but there's something else I want to show you.” He takes your hand and leads you towards a cozy cabin nestled in the heart of the forest. As you approach, you can see the warm glow of lamplight spilling out from the windows, casting shadows on the ground.
Joel opens the door, and you step inside. The cabin is breathtaking, with soaring ceilings and exposed wood beams. The walls are adorned with vintage skis and snowshoes. In the center of the room, there's a large stone fireplace, the logs crackling and popping as they burn. The scent of burning wood fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of vanilla and cinnamon.
"This is amazing. How did you do all of this?" You say, your voice filled with awe.
"I thought you might enjoy it here," Joel replies, his voice low and husky. "Now, come with me." He completely ignores your question, leaving you with more questions than answers.
He takes your hand and leads you towards the bedroom. The room is dimly lit. In the center, there's a large four-poster bed adorned with plush velvet blankets and rose petals. A bottle of wine and two glasses sit on the bedside table, along with a selection of chocolates and fruit.
"This is...incredible," you say, your heart racing with excitement.
"I wanted to make this night special for you," Joel says, his eyes dark with desire. He takes your hand and leads you towards the bed, where you take a seat. “Close your eyes and put out your hands, I have a surprise for you."
You do as you're told, and then you feel the weight of a small box being placed in your palms. “Okay, open.”
You look at Joel for a moment before taking in the beautifully decorated box. You're feeling a little nervous, but ultimately, your excitement outweighs it, and you dig into the box, opening it to see an extravagant gift - a delicate gold necklace adorned with more diamonds than you knew could fit on such a delicate necklace. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and you can't believe that it's yours.
“Joel, this is - it's beautiful. I don't know what to say.” You smile in awe, staring at the necklace.”
“May I?” He gestures to the necklace.
You nod eagerly, handing Joel the delicate necklace.
Joel carefully takes the necklace out of the box, holding it up to the moonlight to admire its beauty. He then turns to you, his eyes filled with desire and longing. He steps closer, his body just inches away from yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him.
His fingers gently brush against your skin as he reaches around to clasp the necklace. His touch is soft, yet firm, and you can't help but shiver with anticipation. His hands linger for a moment, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck before he finally clasps the necklace.
You can feel the weight of the necklace against your skin, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of Joel's touch. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours as he admires his handiwork.
The necklace sparkles in the moonlight, the diamonds catching the light and casting rainbows across your skin. Joel reaches out, his fingers gently brushing against it, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
His touch is intimate, and you can feel the desire building between you. His eyes are dark, filled with want, and you can't help but lean in closer to him.
Joel's hands are strong and sure as they move to your shoulders, his thumbs gently tracing circles on your skin. His touch is intoxicating, and you find yourself leaning into him, your body molding to his.
"Your next gift," he says, his voice low and husky, "this one is a little different. Close your eyes."
You do as you're told again. You can't believe this is even happening. How many gifts does he have for you? You feel Joel's hands leave your shoulders, and you can hear the rustle of fabric as he grabs it from a bag.
"Okay, open."
You open your eyes to see Joel holding a small, velvet box. You recognize it as the kind that perfume comes in, and your heart skips a beat with excitement.
This is a very special perfume," Joel says, his eyes dark with desire. "It's made with exotic ingredients, and it's said to drive people wild with desire. I want you to try it."
He opens the box, and you can smell the intoxicating scent of the perfume even from where you're standing. It's a rich, musky scent, and you can feel it already starting to affect you.
"Here, let me put it on for you."
Joel takes the perfume bottle and sprays a little on your wrist. You can feel the cool liquid on your skin, and then the heat as it dries. The scent is intoxicating, and you can feel yourself getting lost in it.
"Now, there's one more gift I want to give you," Joel says, his eyes dark with desire. "But this one is a little more... personal. How ‘bout you sit on the bed for this baby.” He takes your hand, guiding you to the edge of the bed. “Close your eyes.”
You do as you're told once more, and then you hear more rustling and zipping, and then you can feel Joel's hand under chin. “You've had a gift for touch, a gift for smell, now a gift for taste. Open your mouth.” He orders and places his thumb on your bottom lip, gently guiding it open.
“Good girl, now, stick out your tongue.” Joel's voice is low and husky as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine. You stick out your tongue and feel the weight of his expectations. You hear him shift closer to you, and then you feel the tip of his cock brush against your tongue.
You gasp in surprise, but Joel's hand is there to steady you, guiding you as you take him into your mouth. He's large and hard, and you can feel the heat of him against your tongue. You wrap your lips around him, feeling the soft skin of his shaft against your mouth.
Joel moans softly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he begins to move his hips. You follow his lead, your mouth moving up and down as you explore him with your tongue. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, the musky taste of his arousal.
Joel's thrusts start to become more urgent, his hips moving faster as he fucks your mouth. You can feel the tension building in his body. The muscles in his thighs are tensing as he gets closer to climax. Suddenly, he pulls out, his cock glistening with your saliva. He looks at you with a dark, hungry gaze, his eyes flashing with desire.
Before you can react, he reaches for the necklace, his fingers wrapping around the delicate chain. With a swift, brutal motion, he rips it off your neck, the clasp digging into your skin as he tears it away.
You gasp in surprise, your hand instinctively going to your throat to protect it. But Joel is beyond reason, beyond control. He's consumed by his desire, his need to possess you, to claim you as his own, his need for human connection.
He throws the necklace aside, the diamonds scattering across the floor like stars in the night sky. His hands are on you again, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushes you back onto the bed. Before you can think he's swiftly removing your clothes and his, and then you can feel the weight of him on top of you, as he climbs onto the bed like a wild animal on the hunt, you can feel the intense heat of his body as he covers you. His cock is hard and eager, probing at your entrance. You're wet and ready for him, your body aching with need.
With a thrust, he's inside you, filling you up. You cry out, your nails digging into his back as he starts to move. He fucks you with a raw, primal need that you've never experienced before, his hips slamming into yours as he drives himself deeper and deeper. You can feel the pleasure spiraling higher and higher.
Joel's thrusts become more urgent, his hips slamming into you with the fierce, desperate need of someone longing for any kind of connection. You can feel the bed shaking beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall as he fucks you with a primal intensity.
"You like that, don't you?" he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. "You like feeling me inside you, filling you up?"
You can only moan in response, your body trembling with pleasure as he drives you higher and higher. His words only serve to fuel your desire, to make you want him more.
"Tell me you want it," he commands, his fingers digging into your hips. "Tell me you want me to fuck you harder."
"Yes," you gasp, your voice hoarse with pleasure. "Harder, please.”
And with those words, Joel loses control. he drives himself deeper. You can feel the spiraling higher and higher until it threatens to consume you. "Come for me," Joel growls, his fingers digging harder into your skin. "Come for me, baby. Wanna feel you come apart beneath me."
And with those words, you do. You come harder than you ever have before, your body trembling with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you. And with a final, brutal thrust, Joel comes alongside you, his cock pulsing deep inside your belly. You can feel the warmth of his release, the way it fills you up and completes you.
For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of your breathing, the feel of your bodies entwined. And then, with a gentle kiss, Joel pulls out, his eyes filled with a soft, tender love.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck. "I'll buy you a new one, but I want you to remember this moment - the way I made you feel the way you came apart for me. The way you belong to me."
You nod, your heart still racing from the intensity of your orgasm. Joel reaches down and picks up the broken necklace, his fingers brushing against the shattered gold.
"I'll make sure to get you something even more beautiful this time," he says, his voice full of promise.
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zegrasdrysdale · 3 months
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[ wrapped in red ] j. drysdale
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day five of malia’s christmas fic marathon
paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader
summary : (Y/N) surprises Jamie with his Christmas gift early when he gets back from a rough east coast roadie at four in the morning
warning(s) : smut ! oral (m receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex (pls be careful), whining, light hair pulling, use of pet names during sex
author’s note : this is me trying to catch up w the schedule lmaoo anyway … enjoy (even tho i definitely got a little carried away with it. i was having a moment and let the moment take over)
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The horn sounds through the TV, signaling the end of the game. The Ducks lost to the Devils at the Prudential Center 4-2, and it was Jamie’s first goal back after missing nearly 30 games. He probably isn’t feeling the best right now.
Yet she knows exactly what would make him feel better. She's sure he will appreciate his Christmas gift a little bit early. She's been excited to give it to him since she got it right after he left for the road trip that has kept him away for a week.
Now might be the perfect time since he might need to relax a little bit. She knows her boyfriend so she knows exactly how to help him relax after a rough roadie. She even tells him that she'll wait up for him to get home so she can surprise him.
ʚ jamie baby ɞ - 10:29 pm flight doesn't leave until midnight so you don't have to stay up for me. i won't home until 4. pls don't be up until 4 in the morning, baby. i'd feel so bad
i love you and i'll see you when you get up in the morning, okay ? i won't be good company when i get home and i don't want to ruin your mood
Her plan doesn't change from Jamie's texts. All it does is tell her that he really isn't in a good mood after the road trip. She can take a four hour nap and be fine by the time he gets home. She needs to be wide awake for when she gives him his gift.
The gift also needs a little prep so she'll sleep until three, drink a cup of coffee to wake her up, then get ready to give Jamie his gift.
She's pretty sure his mood will change real quick, especially since he's been gone for a week. They both are a little desperate at this point.
An alarm is set for three in the morning to give her an hour to do what she needs to do. She only needs an hour to prepare the gift. A cup of coffee, a shower, a shave, hair, makeup, and a small snack isn't going to take more than an hour.
For her nap, she wears one of Jamie's Ducks hoodies because they're insanely comfortable. She sends Jamie a text that says goodnight and for him to have a safe flight.
(Y/N) is shaking with excitement as she lies down in their shared bed for her four hour nap. The look on Jamie's face when he sees what he's getting for Christmas is the only thing that causes her to fall asleep.
The sooner she falls asleep, the sooner the alarm will go off and the sooner Jamie will be home.
She dreams of his reaction.
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A screaming alarm wakes her from her light sleep. It's still completely dark outside and there's a dim light coming from her phone while the alarm goes off. She turns it off and sits up with a stretch.
(Y/N) feels very refreshed though, and she definitely needed the little nap if she is to make it through the night. She allows herself a few more minutes before she goes and makes a cup of coffee.
While the coffee brews, she tracks Jamie's flight. They haven't landed early so she can still definitely pull off the surprise. The team plane is scheduled to land in a half hour. Then it's baggage claim and a fifteen to twenty minute drive to their apartment in Anaheim.
After coffee and a few pieces of toast with strawberries and Nutella, (Y/N) takes a shower. It's a full shower. She shampoos, conditions, shaves all necessary areas, washes her body, and exfoliates her face.
All while Taylor Swift is playing from the Bluetooth speaker on the sink counter.
(Y/N) loves listening to Miss Swift while she showers. Sometimes she listens to it while showering with Jamie, and he gets very into it. That's Trevor's doing though. Trevor is a bigger Swiftie than she is. Sometimes.
It's quarter to four when (Y/N) gets out of the shower. She checks to see where Jamie is and finds he's still at the airport. His location says he's outside though so he's probably headed to his car. She needs to hurry up if she's going to pull this surprise off.
She wraps herself in a towel and secures it under her arms so she can do her hair and light makeup. She blow dries it until it's pretty much straight then runs the straightener through it a couple of times to make sure there is no wave or curl to her hair.
She puts foundation under her eyes to hide the circles that have formed and all over her face to hide any blemishes. She puts on red lipstick and does a natural smokey eye look.
When she looks at Jamie's location, he's on his way home. There are about ten minutes until he's going to be walking through the door and she still has to go get the actual gift out of the closet. She curses to herself and makes her way back into their bedroom after disconnecting her phone from the speaker and turning off the light.
Inside a box in a closet is the gift. It's a red lingerie set that she tried on once when she was with Jamie. He said he really liked it so when he left for the trip, she went back to the store and bought it.
The sleepwear lingerie is made of lace and mesh. The cups of the nightgown part of the set is made of lace and is practically see through. Below the cups is completely see through. A matching mesh G-string will be worn underneath the sleepwear.
(Y/N) looks in the full length mirror against the wall and finds a hot, confident version of herself. Usually she doesn't dress like this, but it's Christmas so she figured it could be Jamie's gift since he liked seeing this set on her.
Somewhere in the apartment, a door softly opens and shuts with a nearly silent click. She makes a beeline for the bed and turns on the lamp beside the bed so Jamie gets a very good look at her when he opens the bedroom door.
There is a sigh and footsteps that are getting closer and louder. She tries to lay on the bed in a way that Jamie will get a good view of her as soon as the door opens. She has just decided on a position when the door slowly begins to open.
Jamie sticks his head into the room and looks right at the bed. His eyes immediately widen and the door swings completely open. His jaw has dropped to the floor and he nearly drops his bags on the ground.
"I- what-," he stammers. She smiles as he tries to find the words. "I don't understand what's going on here. (Y/N), I thought I said not to-"
"Wait up for you?" she finishes. "I didn't. I woke up at three so I could get ready to surprise my boyfriend since he hasn't been home in a week." She allows her eyes to travel up and down Jamie's body. He's tense but it's hard to miss how tight his pants have gotten at his crotch area. "Maybe put him in a better mood because he seemed very cranky after the game."
He shifts his weight between his legs before he drops his luggage by the door. "I am," he tells her. "I mean, I was. I don't think I am now." His eyes travel over her body. "Holy shit, baby."
She slowly gets up off the bed, making sure to show off every part of the set. Jamie's cheeks get red as he watches her walk up to him. She smiles when she is standing in front of him. "Merry Christmas," she says to him. "Decided to give you your present a little early. You said you liked this on me so I went and got it to wear for you on Christmas but then you had a rough road trip. Surprise."
Jamie's quiet, but she can see that he's trying to hold back. His hands are shaking, itching to touch her. "I don't know what to say," he tells her. "Fuck, (Y/N)."
"How about you don't say anything?" she suggests. Her fingers grasp at the collar of Jamie's game day suit jacket. Slowly, she pushes it off of him and he shivers despite wearing long sleeves under the jacket. "How about I help you relax? Let you enjoy seeing me in this while I suck you off. Promise you won't rip it?" He immediately begins to nod.
His eyes are on her fingers as she works on unbuttoning his shirt. She untucks it from his pants to finish unbuttoning it and her eyes meet his. "I wish I could come home to this after every roadie," Jamie softly admits. "I think I'd score a hat trick if I knew this was waiting for me at home."
(Y/N) undoes his belt without looking at what she's doing. It hits the ground with a soft thud. "I'll see what I can do," she replies. "Maybe if you get a hat trick then I'll be waiting for you like this when you get back." Slowly, she sinks to her knees. She is so thankful that the room has carpet. Her knees are definitely grateful. "I'll be waiting on my knees like this for you."
A soft whine passes Jamie's lips when she pulls his cock out of the confines of his suit pants. "Fuck," he groans as she takes him in one of her hands. She presses soft kisses to his hipbone, trailing closer to his dick.
She licks the bright red tip and swirls her tongue around it, collecting the drop of precome that has already formed. She looks up at him as she takes him in her mouth. Jamie sighs and puts his fingers in her hair to probably keep himself upright. She takes as much of him in her mouth as she can then begins to move her head.
Giving blowjobs has never been something she's been particularly good at, but Jamie has helped her improve her skills since they've gotten together. His reactions and the sounds that come from his mouth let her know if she's doing a good or bad job.
Even if she were to give the worst blowjob in the world right now, she is pretty sure that Jamie wouldn't care.
He's already barely here.
One thing she knows drives Jamie crazy is when she hollows out her cheeks and lightly sucks. She tries it once and Jamie's hips buck forward. (Y/N) knew that was going to happen so she relaxed her throat so he wouldn't choke her with his dick. Jamie lets out a soft groan that's mixed with a whine. Her hands fly to his thighs to let him know to relax.
"Keep doing that and I will come a lot sooner than we would both like, (Y/N)," he warns her. She looks up at him through her eyelashes and sees how flustered he is. His cheeks are bright red and his bottom lip looks like it's been gnawed on. "Fucking eyelashes. Fuck."
She smiles as best as she can around him.
Despite the carpet, her knees do begin to hurt. She glances up at him before pulling off his dick. There is a little bit of lipstick on his hipbone where she kissed him. She smiles and looks up at him.
Jamie slides one of his hands around to the back of her neck and puts his fingers in her hair. She stands up and Jamie drags her in for a filthy kiss. She hums against his lips and pushes the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. He lets the fabric fall to the floor around his feet.
"Love being on my knees for you," she mumbles between kisses. "I wanna ride you though."
A whine comes from Jamie's throat after her comment. She smiles and turns them so she can push Jamie onto the mattress.
The kiss breaks and he falls onto his back with a grunt when she pushes him in the direction of the mattress. She pulls off his shoes and socks before pulling his dress pants off. Jamie scoots backward further onto the bed as she pulls off his pants and boxers together.
Jamie's eyes are wide when she crawls on top of him. She straddles his waist and cock. Jamie's hands run up and down her thighs for a second as she leans down and kisses him. This kiss is hungry since she has gone a week without kissing him. She's missed the feeling of his lips against her. It drives her nuts every time he goes away for more than a few days.
There's a light pressure over the G-string that she's wearing under the sleepwear. A soft moan comes from her throat as Jamie's thumb circles her clit over the mesh.
He breaks the hot kiss and she rests her forehead against his. "As hot as this is," Jamie begins to say. "I need to be inside you so either take these off or move them to the side because I'm minutes away from coming and I don't want to make a mess of your new outfit."
(Y/N) quickly sheds the lingerie set until she's completely naked. A smile forms on Jamie's lips before he sits up and attaches his lips to her jaw. Her fingers are in his hair. When he hits the sensitive spot right under her ear, she lightly pulls. His thumb is back on her clit and she whines.
Needing relief, she grabs his dick and lines herself up with him. He looks up at her and she kisses him. It's a softer kiss than the kisses they've already shared tonight, but he licks into her mouth and it intensifies.
Slowly, she sinks down onto him. There's a familiar pressure as he fills her up. "Fuck, Jamie," she mumbles against his lips.
"Feels so good around me, baby," Jamie tells her. "Fuck."
It's only seconds later when he's completely inside of her. Jamie's hands find her waist and she bites at his bottom lip before pulling away.
Their eyes meet and Jamie begins to roll her hips against his. Her lips part and soft pants pass them. Her hands fly to his jaw and she holds on like it's life or death.
It feels so good to be like this. It's rare that Jamie lets her take control in bed but she loves it. Even now, he still has some control while she's riding him. His hands are on her waist and helping her move.
She puts her hands on his chest and pushes him back onto the bed. His head hits the pillows and she speeds up her movements. Rolling turns into bouncing on Jamie's dick.
The room is filled with the sounds of the bed squeaking beneath them and skin on skin. She's letting out quiet moans as she throws her head back and enjoys the feeling of Jamie moving in and out of her at her own pace. Jamie even lets out a soft noise or two.
"Riding me so good," Jamie tells her. "Riding me like the good girl you are. Fuck, baby."
His words alone are enough to make her come, but she holds back until he comes first. He's the one that needs to relax so she's focused on his pleasure first. She'll come when he comes.
Then his thumb is back on her clit and she isn't sure how much longer she can go.
"Want you to come first," she pants. "Jamie."
Jamie pulls her down into a kiss full of tongue and teeth.
She's so close. Her legs are shaking and sore from doing all the work. Her clit is so sensitive and she's worried she'll come.
"Fill me up," (Y/N) says against Jamie's lips. Even her voice is shaky. "Wanna feel you come inside me. Please."
A groan and a whine pass Jamie's lips as he finally lets go. He comes inside of her as soon as she comes back down on his cock. He uses his thumb and pointer finger to play with her clit and it's not long after that when she comes.
White paints her vision and she comes with Jamie's name on her lips. She throws her head back for a second before she collapses onto his chest.
She isn't sure that she's ever came that hard in her life. Her body is spent and her breathing is labored.
When she comes to, she's laying on the bed and the bathroom light is on. Jamie appears from the bathroom with a cloth and he begins to clean her up. She can feel his come running down her legs and it's a little uncomfortable until he wipes it away.
"That was the hottest thing I think I have ever experienced," Jamie admits to her. "I'm so fucking lucky."
"Now I have to get you a new Christmas present," she mumbles. Her voice is already slurred with sleep.
Jamie throws the cloth towards the laundry basket and climbs back into bed. He covers them both with the blanket that will need to be changed in the morning.
"I think that was the best Christmas present ever," he softly tells her. "You can worry your pretty little head about it in the morning. Right now, we're going to go to sleep and sleep in then I'm going to return what you did tonight by fucking you when you wake up."
Oh, she should be wrapped in red more often if this is how Jamie is going to react. Maybe next she can wear one of his Canada jerseys with nothing on underneath and see how he reacts to that.
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𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘/𝐧
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PAIRING: Dark!Sam Riordan x Supe!Reader SYNOPSIS: Your childhood friend turned boyfriend finally gets his powers due to compound v but it all goes down hill from there.
WORD COUNT: 2.5k WARINING(S): SPOLIERS FOR GEN V!! Possessive!Sam, Protective!Luke, Protective!Cate, fighting, violence, mentions of death, mentions of suicide, Mental facility? Sam has schizophrenia, reader wants to erase her memory, AGED UP SAM & READER THEY'RE 19 IN THIS FIC!! SERIES MASTERLIST // GEN V MASTERLIST 🏷️ @peachprairie - my equally obsessed babes. creds for this gif of our babes - @heronamedhawks
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In a small, close-knit town, two childhood friends, Y/N and Sam Riordan, shared a bond that was as bright as the sun itself. They had grown up together, their mothers being the best of friends, and it was only natural that the two kids spent countless hours playing, laughing, and discovering the world together.
Their lives took an extraordinary turn when their mothers, aware of the incredible potential Compound V held, agreed to let Y/N and Sam be injected with the mysterious substance at the same time. Little did they know how this decision would change their lives forever.
Years passed, and the effects of Compound V were dormant within them. Y/N's powers manifested subtly, granting her control over light, allowing her to manipulate it in ways that brought beauty and wonder to their small town. Sam, on the other hand, seemed to have been overlooked by Compound V's gift, until an eventful night changed everything.
It happened when the two, now fifteen years old, decided to go on a date.
On that fateful night, they strolled through the town, hand in hand, sharing stories and secrets. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow on everything around them. They laughed and talked until they reached the Drive in theatre.
As they waited in line for snacks, a group of bullies from their school appeared out of the shadows, looking for trouble. Sam, protective of Y/N, stepped forward to defend her, his determination shining in his eyes.
The leader of the bullies, brimming with arrogance, attempted to shove Sam, but something extraordinary happened. Sam's powers awakened in that moment, like a dormant volcano erupting. His muscles swelled with newfound strength, and he effortlessly repelled the bullies, sending them tumbling like leaves in the wind.
Y/N watched in awe and surprise as Sam displayed a power he had never possessed before. Sam had become superhuman, his newfound abilities taking the bullies by surprise. They fled, leaving Sam and Y/N alone in the at the cafeteria.
Stunned and slightly bewildered, Sam looked down at his hands, marveling at his newfound strength and durability. Y/N rushed to his side, concern etching her features. "Sam, are you okay?"
He nodded, a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. "I... I think I'm more than okay."
Their lives took a dramatic turn after that night. Sam's powers grew exponentially, his strength and durability making him nearly invincible. However, as his powers expanded, so did the shadow of his older brother, Luke, who had gained fame with his Thermonuclear Powers.
Sam began to struggle with feelings of inadequacy, living in the shadow of his brother's fame and power. He feared that Y/N would one day leave him for his brother, believing he couldn't compete with Luke's status.
As Sam's insecurities grew, so did his clinginess and obsession with Y/N. She became his solace, the one person he turned to when his emotions spiraled out of control. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, and it drove him to act irrationally at times.
Despite the challenges, their love remained strong. Y/N was unwavering in her support for Sam, determined to help him through his struggles.
She used her light powers to create calming and soothing environments for him, providing moments of peace and serenity in their turbulent lives.
Y/N's light shone even in the darkest moments, and she remained Sam's guiding star, offering him comfort and understanding as they navigated the complexities of their extraordinary lives.
As time passed, Sam's newfound powers began to consume him. The insecurities he felt about living in his brother Luke's shadow became a festering wound that he couldn't heal. He yearned for recognition, for a sense of identity beyond his brother's fame. This desire morphed into a dangerous cocktail of anger and aggression that threatened to unravel his life.
It all began with escalating confrontations at school. Sam would pick fights with other students, daring them to challenge him, his superhuman abilities making him a formidable adversary. It didn't take long for his aggressive behavior to lead to his expulsion from school. The students, once his friends, had become wary of him, and even the teachers couldn't contain his explosive temper.
Just as Sam's behavior was spiraling out of control, an announcement rocked their world—news of a new batch of Compound V that could potentially grant ordinary individuals superhuman abilities.
The revelation sent shockwaves through the community, and Sam's obsession with becoming even more powerful grew.
He couldn't ignore the allure of Compound V any longer. It was a chance for him to rise from his brother's shadow, to finally claim a place in the world that was uniquely his own. But there was someone who had always been a constant in his life, someone he needed more than ever now—Y/N.
In his desperation, Sam called out for Y/N, his voice trembling with need. He believed that she was the anchor to his sanity, the one who could help him navigate the turbulent waters of his emotions. He needed her presence to quell the storm raging within him.
Y/N received Sam's frantic calls and panicked. She had witnessed the changes in him, the growing violence and obsession. She knew that Sam's powers had become a dangerous force, one that threatened to consume him entirely. Fearful for her own safety, she hesitated, unsure of how to respond to his desperate pleas.
Sam's family and, in particular, his older brother Luke, had also been closely monitoring his deteriorating mental state. Luke, who had always been protective of Sam, knew that something had to be done to help his younger brother before it was too late.
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On the day Sam called for Y/N, she was visiting the Riordan family home. It was a tense gathering, with everyone on edge, aware of the volatile situation brewing within their household. Y/N's presence had always been a source of comfort for Sam, but now, it seemed that even her calming influence was slipping away.
As Sam's pleas grew more frantic, Luke stepped in, positioning himself between Y/N and his younger brother. He knew that Sam's emotions were dangerously close to spiraling out of control, and he was determined to protect Y/N from any harm that might come her way.
"Sam, calm down," Luke urged, his voice firm but laced with concern.
But Sam's anger continued to escalate. His eyes, once filled with warmth and affection, now burned with a furious intensity. He couldn't comprehend why Y/N seemed distant, why she was hesitating to come to him.
Luke's girlfriend, Cate Dunlap, who had been silently observing the situation, stepped forward. She possessed unique powers of her own, the ability to control people's actions with a touch. She knew that this situation called for her intervention, not only to protect Y/N but also to help Sam regain his composure.
With a gentle touch, Cate placed her hand on Sam's shoulder, her powers coursing through him. His movements slowed, and his anger began to ebb. Sam's fiery gaze shifted, and he turned away from Y/N, his body relaxing as Cate's influence took hold.
Y/N, standing at a distance, watched with a heavy heart as Sam's struggle subsided. She wished there was more she could do, but she had become increasingly afraid of the unpredictable changes in Sam's behavior.
With Sam temporarily subdued, Luke and his family made the difficult decision to send him to the Sage Grove Centre, a facility that specializes in helping individuals with superhuman abilities stabilize their powers and regain control over their lives.
The moment was agonizing for Sam, who felt betrayed and abandoned. He had always relied on Y/N to be his anchor, and now she seemed distant and fearful. As he was taken away, he cast one last desperate glance in her direction, longing for her comfort and reassurance.
But Y/N's heart was heavy with the weight of the situation. She knew that Sam's journey to rediscover himself would be a long and arduous one, and she couldn't bear to see him suffer any longer.
As the doors of the Sage Grove Centre closed behind Sam, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if she would ever see the boy she had grown up with again, or if he would be forever changed by the darkness that had consumed him.
Little did she know that their story was far from over, and that the trials and tribulations they would face in the coming years would test the strength of their bond and the depths of their love.
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The visit to the Sage Grove Centre was a somber affair, weighed down by the heavy knowledge of what Sam had become. Y/N, Luke, and Cate entered the sterile facility, passing through security checkpoints and long hallways filled with people who had similarly lost control of their powers or minds. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with the anguish of those who had nowhere else to turn.
As they approached Sam's room, Y/N's heart pounded in her chest. She had seen glimpses of his deteriorating mental state during her previous visits, but nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to witness.
Luke, his expression a mix of concern and determination, led the way. He had always been protective of his younger brother, and now more than ever, he felt responsible for Sam's well-being. Cate, Luke's girlfriend, followed closely behind, ready to use her powers if needed.
When they entered the room, it was immediately apparent that Sam's condition had worsened. He sat huddled in a corner, muttering to himself, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for something that wasn't there. His once bright and lively demeanor had been replaced by a haunted look.
"Sam," Luke called out gently, kneeling beside his brother. "It's me, Luke. I'm here with Y/N and Cate."
Sam's eyes flickered, and for a moment, there was a glimmer of recognition. But then his gaze turned to Y/N, and his expression twisted with longing and desperation.
"Baby" he whispered, his voice trembling. "Baby, please."
Y/N took a cautious step forward, her heart aching at the sight of Sam in such torment. She had tried to help him, to be a source of comfort, but his mind seemed to drift further away with each passing day.
"Sam," she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's going to be okay. We're here for you."
But instead of finding solace in her presence, Sam's agitation grew. He reached out toward her, his fingers trembling, and Y/N couldn't help but take a step back, frightened by the desperation in his eyes.
"Y/N, don't leave me," he pleaded, his voice rising.
Luke moved closer, trying to embrace his brother and provide the comfort he so desperately needed. But Sam pushed him away, his gaze fixated solely on Y/N.
"No! Y/N!" he cried out, his distress escalating.
The situation spiraled out of control when Sam, overcome by his deteriorating mental state and fear of losing Y/N, lunged toward her. A security guard stationed outside the room quickly intervened, attempting to restrain him. In his disoriented state, Sam's strength was almost superhuman, and he lashed out, landing a powerful punch on the guard's jaw.
Chaos erupted as alarms blared, and Cate knew that she had to act quickly to prevent further harm. She stepped forward, her hand gently touching Sam's temple as she focused her powers. With great effort, she forced him into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Sam crumpled to the floor, his body going limp, and Y/N watched in horror as Sam was rendered unconscious. Tears streamed down her face, helpless in the face of his torment.
Once the situation was under control, they left Sam's room, the heaviness of the moment hanging over them like a shroud. Y/N's heart was heavy with despair as they walked through the sterile corridors of the centre.
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The visit to the Sage Grove Centre had left everyone shaken, but none more so than Y/N. The sight of Sam, once her close childhood friend, her boyfriend is now trapped in the depths of mental turmoil, had been too much to bear.
As they left the sterile facility, Y/N's eyes welled up with tears, her emotions threatening to overflow.
Her voice quivered as she turned to Cate, her heart heavy with grief.
"Cate, please," Y/N implored, her voice filled with desperation. "Make me forget. Make me forget everything—Sam, Luke, their family. I can't carry this pain."
Cate hesitated, torn between the desire to ease Y/N's suffering and the realization of what erasing those memories would mean. She glanced at Luke, who understood Y/N better than anyone, seeking his opinion. His expression was one of deep sadness, but he gave Cate a subtle nod, signaling that he believed it was the right thing to do.
Cate sighed, her powers of persuasion stirring within her. "Alright, Y/N," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "I'll help you forget."
Y/N nodded, her tears falling freely now, as Cate reached out to gently touch her temple.
The world around Y/N began to blur, memories fading like mist. She felt her consciousness slipping away, and the pain of what she had witnessed slowly dissolved into nothingness.
As her eyes grew heavy and her breathing slowed, Cate cradled Y/N in her arms, tears streaming down her own cheeks. She had granted Y/N's wish, but it weighed heavily on her heart.
Luke, standing nearby, watched the scene with a mixture of sorrow and gratitude. He knew that this was the best way to spare Y/N from the agony of the past. As Cate held Y/N close, he approached them and gently placed a hand on Cate's shoulder, offering a wordless message of support.
Cate met Luke's gaze, her eyes filled with uncertainty, silently asking if she had done the right thing. Luke nodded, understanding the immense burden they had just lifted from Y/N's shoulders. It was a painful choice, but it was made out of love and compassion.
Together, they carefully laid Y/N back in the car, her peaceful expression a stark contrast to the turmoil that had consumed her just moments before. As they prepared to drive away, leaving Y/N behind to live a life without the memories that had brought her so much pain, Cate and Luke shared a silent moment of shared grief.
They both knew that their actions had been a necessary sacrifice to protect the one they cared about most.
And as they drove away from Y/N, leaving her to start anew, they could only hope that she would find peace and happiness in a world untethered from the painful past they had helped her forget.
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Collide: Part Five
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Attn: Got this finished up so I hope y’all enjoy!!!
Word Count: 3,565
Pairing: Bodyguard August Walker x Reader
Summary: The collision finally occurs 😏
Warnings: 18+, angst, jealousy, rough sex (p in v), squirting, choking, spanking, bit of overstimulation, aftercare, possessiveness
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Part Four
Two weeks, three days, and eight hours since August had kissed you, and then fucked up and told you, you couldn’t do it again. In that time there’s been politeness but also cold indifference radiating from you, and he swore if you called him Mr. Walker one more time he was going to rip his fucking ears off. He wanted to hear his name falling off your lips again, but you weren’t budging. You were pissed, and maybe you had some right to be, but August could be stubborn as well and he wasn’t giving in so easily. What August didn’t realize was that while you were a bit pissed you were also hurt. You weren’t some plaything for him to pick up and throw down whenever he felt like it.
It was Saturday and time for your monthly girl’s night. You hadn’t given him any idea where the hell you were going, which was annoying in itself, but it quickly became clear when you came downstairs in your little black dress. “We’re not going to a club,” August said while you grabbed a jacket. “Okay then,” you said as you went for the doorknob. “What are you doing?,” he asked with his eyebrows peaked to the sky. “You said WE weren’t going. If YOU don’t want to come, then fine, but I’M still going, Mr. Walker,” you replied. He gave you a look before you opened the door and walked out, August following closely behind.
You were driving and August sat tensely in the passenger seat. “For the record, this is a safety hazard and a fucking stupid idea,” August huffed. “You’ll be there to protect me, Mr. Walker. It’s what you’re paid for,” you said nonchalantly. He wanted to remind you of what happened when you’d had a full security team plus him at your gallery opening but then he quickly slammed the thought down, because of what happened after the fact. He sighed deeply as you pulled up to a club called The Star.
Destiny, Lana, and Katherine waited out front for you. Just as before they excitedly grabbed you up in a group hug as August stood there looking surly. “Aw why so glum? Aren’t you excited to come dancing with us?,” Lana asked him, giving a pout. “I won’t be doing any dancing,” he said flatly. “Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine today,” Destiny added. “Let’s get this over with,” he said as he motioned for the four of you to go ahead of him. You enter the club and find a table to pile into. Lana offered to get the first round of drinks.
By the time you drink it down, you feel yourself loosen up a bit, and you all go to dance. You sway to the music as August sits at the table watching you. The way your body moves under the soft black material has his heart pounding and his breaths coming and going rapidly. He doesn’t care for the fact you’re drinking, or even being here but he could watch you move like that all damn night. An hour passes and you come over to the table with another drink. “Bathroom break,” Destiny announces. You all go, and August follows, waiting outside the lady’s room for you to come out.
When you go back out onto the floor August notices a man approaching you. He was tall and muscular with black hair that he brushed away from his whiskey colored eyes. August watches, nearly out of his seat, before you turn and recognition washes over your face. You smiled and embraced the guy, who August now recognized as well. Declan Davenport was a billionaire and seedy as fuck. He didn’t like you being anywhere near him. But what he really didn’t like was Declan putting his arms around you from behind and you pressing your body back against his and dancing. His hands are on your hips, then up to your waist before he dips his head down and puts his lips to your ear and says something that makes you smile.
You reach back up behind you and run your fingers through his hair, and the guy takes his lower lip between his teeth and August finally snaps. The fucker shouldn’t be touching you in first place, but the fact he’s enjoying it was too much. He walks over to you angrily before grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Declan. “Hey!,” you shout as he brings you back over to the table. “We’re leaving right now,” he told you. “I’m not-,” you began before he quickly cut you off. “Either you can walk out of here with me, or I’m throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you out. The choice is yours, Princess,” he said dangerously. “You wouldn’t,” you challenged. “Try me. Now, go tell your friends something came up and we have to go,” he said unwavering.
You want to punch him in his stupid face but you don’t, instead you go over and inform the girls you have to leave. “Leaving so soon, baby? Mind if I come with,” Declan drawls. “Not tonight, handsome. Something’s… come up and I have to go deal with it,” you told him. “That’s too bad,” he replied before kissing your cheek. “It really is,” you huff before walking away. As you pass August, you shove the keys in his hand and storm out of the building. You sit sulking in the passenger seat as August drives you home. When you get there you do your best to put as much distance between the two of you, when you realize he’s still got the keys so you have to wait for him to come unlock the door.
He gets it unlocked and you push past him but only get as far as the staircase landing before he grabs you by the arm for a second time that night. “Let me go,” you say, trying to pull away. Although he’s not hurting you, August is much stronger, so you’re not going anywhere. “Not until we talk,” August responds. “Talk about what?,” you asked annoyedly. “First of all, about you letting that piece of shit touch you,” August spat. “I can let whoever I want to touch me, touch me, Mr. Walker. That’s not any of your concern,” you tell him. “It is. Especially when you’re acting like such a damn brat lately instead of my Princess,” he replied. “I’m not YOUR anything,” you tell him pointedly. “But you are,” he says, blue eyes like a raging sea.
“Then make me yours,” you challenge, thinking he wouldn’t rise to it, but this time there’s no hesitation. August grabbed you by the back of your neck before crashing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Tonight he could’ve lost you, and he couldn’t have that. If you wanted him to make you yours, he’d do it, because truly that’s what he wanted as well, he’d just been too stubborn, too stupid to do it before now. He shoved your jacket off, and you stepped out of your heels before taking his jacket off as well. His tongue ran across your lips, begging for entry, which you eagerly granted. He massaged his tongue against yours, causing you to whimper.
What a pretty little sound, he thought. Need more. He hurriedly undressed you while you worked on doing the same to him. Once you both were stripped, August pulled you close before pulling you down to the floor and lining up with you. He leaned back and looked into your eyes before pushing into you, making you cry out. He was big, ungodly so. You were wet, but the way he was stretching you was unreal. He grabbed your hips and pushed on for what seemed like forever, until he hit bottom. It didn’t make any sense for one man to have so much cock. He didn’t even give you time to adjust before he began hammering away.
August wasn’t a gentle man. You wanted to be his, he was going to make you his the only way he knew how. He looked down at where the two of you were connected and growled at the sight. He fucked into you roughly, your body slowly but surely adjusting to the intrusion, making room for him. You were a whining, whimpering mess beneath him, unable to form a single coherent thought as he took you. He moved his hands from your hips to let them roam over your body. You arched into his touch as he kneaded your breasts. “August,” you moaned as he rolled your nipples. You moaning his name made him feel all the more feral. He threw your legs over his shoulders, and bent you beneath him. He then moved one hand up to your throat, choking you lightly while the other went back to your hip. He was grunting loudly above you as he somehow gave it to you even harder.
He looked down and could see his cock bulging in your belly. “That’s right Princess, take my cock just like you were meant to,” he huffed. Just then you began squirting everywhere, your eyes rolling back in your head, legs shaking on August’s shoulders. “Fuck yes,” he groaned as he pulled out. He quickly flipped you onto all fours before pushing back into you. “Fuck August,” you screamed as you automatically gushed with his first few strokes. He reached around and grabbed your throat again before taking his other hand and pinching your nipples one after the other, making your pussy clench. You were nearly breathless, and drunk as shit on his cock when he snatched you up so your back would be pressed tight against his chest.
“You’re mine,” he whispered into your ear before rubbing his lips down your throat. He was still pinching at your nipples before he reached down and pinched your clit. “Fucking say it. Say you’re mine,” he demanded as he thrusted into you with deep, harsh movements. “I’m yours. God, I’m all yours August,” you cried before bursting once again. “No other man touches you again. They do, I’ll break their fucking hands, you hear me?,” he gritted out. “Yes,” you hiccuped as you held onto him feebly. He moved his hand from your throat to cup your jaw so he could tilt your head and kiss you again. His tongue dominated yours while he went from fondling your breasts to delivering smacks to your clit that made your thighs shake. He was everywhere and it felt so damn good. It was everything you wanted from him and so much more than you could’ve imagined at the same time.
“Is it too much Princess?,” he cooed. “Mmhm,” you whined. “That’s too bad. You want me to make you mine? You’re going to take it exactly how I want to give it to you,” he said as he continued fucking you like his life depended on it, all while still spanking your pussy. With one last slap, you began coming once more, him changing from smacking to stroking your clit now, and you felt like you nearly could’ve died in that moment. “August! Fuck, fuck!,” you squealed. When you came down you could feel him swelling, and his grunts grew louder. His arms tightened around you as he started to come. You could feel his cock thrumming inside you, his warm cum painting your walls. He didn’t want to stop but he could feel himself growing oversensitive and he knew you’d had enough for one night, your soft body almost limp within his hold.
He pulled out slowly, your pussy twitching the entire time before he helped you sit back on his jacket. You clung to him, looking up into his big blue eyes before he kissed you softly. “You stay here sweetheart. I’ll be right back,” he said as he brushed the hair back from your face. You reluctantly let him go and he returned with a wet rag and several towels. First he gently wiped your pussy off with the rag, and before you could ask what the towels were for you looked ahead of you and realize that the floor was absolutely soaked from all the squirting you did. August wiped it up before leaving again and coming back with the mop and some cleaner.
You hazily watched him clean the floor, butt naked, before he left then returned to collect you. “I can-,” you began as he scooped you up. “I can carry you, Princess,” he said, cutting out any worry you had. Really you weren’t sure if you actually could walk but you didn’t want him straining himself trying to take you upstairs. When he got there he got you to help him open your bedroom door before he carried you into your bathroom. He sat you on the toilet while setting the shower. You were a little anxious about peeing in front of him, but you knew it was important to prevent uti so you quickly got over it and went before trying to get up.
Your legs felt wobbly but you made it over to August who was waiting for you at the shower door. “Are you alright?,” he questioned, as he took hold of you. “Yeah,” you nodded. He helped you into the shower before getting in behind you. Without a word, he began bathing you. He gently massaged shampoo into your scalp, rinsed, then conditioned it for you. You stood there and he somehow managed to keep you in his arms while he soaped your bath pouf. It was all so tender, so sweet, especially in comparison to how roughly he’d fucked you, not that you had minded it. He finished you up and helped you to the bench seat in your shower so he could wash himself.
You sat there watching him, and before you realize you had tears rolling down your cheeks. “What’s the matter Princess?,” August asked as his face scrunched up with concern as he knelt between your feet. “I’m just waiting for you to tell me we can’t do this again,” you said softly. He cupped your face in both big hands, and made you meet his eye. “Sweetheart, did you think I didn’t mean it?,” he asked. “Mean what?,” you sniffled. “When I said you were mine. There’s no more can’t when it comes to me and you. I fucked up when I kissed you and said that shit, I won’t make that mistake again,” he assured you. “So I’m yours,” you said. “And I’m yours. I’m pretty sure I have been since the first day I laid eyes on you,” he told you.
You smiled softly before August kissed you. “Let’s get you dried up so we can get you some food and water,” he then said. “I just want to sleep,” you said when he helped you up. “You need some water and nourishment,” he said and you realized he wasn’t asking. You let him dry you before you went to go get some clothes. “I’ll be right back,” he said, stopping to kiss your shoulder before he went to his room for clothes. You two met in the hall and he took you by the hand and led you downstairs. He guided you to sit at the bar and brought you water before rummaging through the fridge so he could quickly make you a sandwich.
He put it in front of you before turning to make one of his own, then joined you. You two ate in comfortable quiet before something dawned on you. “What the hell do we do now? I’m not worried about myself, I’ll date whoever I like, but I mean… your job,” you said. “We don’t have to figure everything out tonight, Princess,” he said before kissing you softly. The answer soothed your worry for now and you finished your sandwich. “Still hungry?,” August asked. “No. Just sleepy,” you yawed. “Let’s get you to bed,” he said as he took you by the hand again.
When you reached the bedroom you didn’t let go of him, instead you led him into your room. “I- I dunno if… if,” you stammered. “Nothing would make me happier than having you in my arms while we slept,” he said while getting into your bed. You’d hardly gotten in before August was pulling you close. You melted into his embrace and he began massaging you gently. “That feels nice,” you sighed. You slid your hands up to his face before leaning back and giving him a kiss that he deepened. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against yours. “I’ll probably never make it to Heaven, but if I had to imagine what it was like… it’d be just like this,” he whispered.
“August,” you rasped. “You don’t know how good it is to hear you say my name. I was one more “Mr. Walker” away from fucking losing it,” he said, making you chuckle. “It’s not funny,” he chided. “It’s kind of funny,” you smirked. He gave you a stern look before kissing your forehead and tucking you into the crook of his neck. “Try to relax,” he said soothingly while continuing to rub your body. At some point you dozed off, and when you woke up, you had August spooned up against you, placing soft kisses down the side of your neck. “Mmm,” you hummed.
“Good morning Princess,” he said, sounding breathless. It then dawned on you that he was hard and grinding his hips into your ass. “Good morning,” you said as you pushed back into him. “Fuck,” he hissed before snatching your shorts down. At first contact you jumped. Your pussy was sore after the night before, but still August found you wet and wanting. He knew you were likely sore, but he craved you like he’d never craved anything in his entire life. He’d conceded that with you, he was going to be selfish. “August,” you whimpered as he ran his fingers through your folds.
“So wet for me already,” he said as he removed his fingers and shoved his cock into you. “Oh fuck,” you groaned. He didn’t waste any time and started railing you. He was holding you so tight you felt like you could hardly breathe but you didn’t care. You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy gushing all over his cock. “You always cum this much Princess?,” August asked. “No,” you panted. He cupped beneath your chin and pounded into you harder. The thought of him brining you so much pleasure set him off in ways he didn’t think possible. “Again,” he demanded as he rolled you over on your stomach.
It didn’t take long for your body to comply. He brushed your hair away from your face just as you came so he could watch. God, you were driving him crazy. He kneaded your ass before running a hand up your back and holding onto your neck. “August, please,” you whimpered. He wasn’t sure what you were asking for but apparently his body did. He tensed up at your plea before spilling inside of you. “Mother fucker. I didn’t mean to come,” he groaned as he pumped into you a few more times. When he pulled out he watched his cum leak out of you and shivered at the sight.
You rolled over beneath him and looked up at his big form as he looked down at you with reverence. The gentleness that kept coming after the rough sex had your throat in knots. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he said softly before leaning down to kiss you. You wanted to ask, but you didn’t in fear of it being too soon, especially since he didn’t elaborate. Instead you let him lead you to the bathroom once again and help you get clean. This time he ran a bath for the two of you. You sat nestled between his thick thighs, with your back to his chest, relishing in the way the warm water and August’s hands were soothing your aching body.
“You okay, Princess?,” he asked. “Little sore but I’m alright,” you replied. “I’ll make you some breakfast once we’re done here. What’s on the agenda for today?,” he asked. “Supposed to be heading down to the gallery after lunch. Christian has some new pieces and apparently a buyer for some that are already on display,” you told him. “I don’t like you working with him,” he grumbled. “I know,” you replied. “What?,” August asked surprisedly. “You make it pretty obvious, August,” you chuckled. “Can you blame me? He wants what’s mine,” August replied. “So possessive,” you teased, turning to straddle his lap. “When it comes to you, I am. Possessive and selfish. I won’t deny it,” he said as he looked into your eyes. It were as if they were a blue flame, they burned so brightly when he spoke of the way he felt about you. It took your breath, and you realized just how much he had been holding back.
“You understand now,” he rasped against your lips. “I do,” you said before giving him a kiss. He pulled you closer and let the kiss linger before leaning back and wordlessly starting to clean you off.
Part Six
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sturniol0s · 1 month
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DARE. MATT STURNIOLO
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part 2
matt x fem!reader
a harmless prank wont hurt right?
warnings- use of y/n, swearing, smut, high matt, p in v, weed.
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matt’s pov
I stood outside shuffling through my keys trying to get to the house key. i walked in to hear chris, nick, and nate all in the living room taking turns to play ‘mario carts’.
“yo, how’d it go? did you guys fuck?” chris asks
“no, but she thinks i like her” i respond as i sit beside him
“bro, you know what would make the prank even better? you should text her” chris says
“i’ll try” i say as i get up
as im heading upstairs i cant help to smile from how good the prank is going. i grab my phone from my pocket and text her, mostly the only time i did text her was when i started getting f’s in junior year of high school and need the homework answers.
Me: Hey. I had a good time with you today!
Y/n: yeah! it was fun
Me: Do you wanna smoke weed? my brothers are getting on my nerves and i need a distraction.
Y/n: yeah! sure
Me: K, pick you up in 10
y/n pov
the next hour moved painfully slow. This is either because im waiting to see matt or because im waiting for weed.
matt and i have never talked about anything other than him asking for homework answers or just him messing with me in general.
while i wait i put on a blue oversized zip up and black cargo pants. i get a text from matt saying he’s outside my apartment.
Matt: Im here!
Me: okay, give me a minute to get outside
Matt: No, i mean im at your front door.
i get a knock on the door. i run to open the door.
“matt!!” i say as i hug him
“hii” he says while laughing
“i dont think anyone has ever been that excited to see me” he added
i chuckle as we are on our way to the car.
“so where are we going?” i ask
“my house” he replys
“okay” i say
matt starts holding my hand. i smile as he looks at me.
“why are you smiling?” he says while laughing
“no reason” i shrug
15 minutes later
we pull in to his drive way and he gets out the car to open my door.
“thank you!” i say
“yeah of course” he replies
as we enter the house i can see his brothers stare at us walk up to his room.
Matt digs his hand into the pocket of his pants. “here” he says as he pulls out a bag.
“thank you” i smile, giving him a kiss before sitting down on the floor.
“thats all i get?” he frowns
“yeah, for now! come smoke this weed with me”.
matt follows me and sits beside me against a wall.
“want me to roll it” he offers as he watches me fail
“mhm” i hum
me and matt have smoked together a couple times before but we haven’t done it in a couple weeks.
“can you pass me a lighter?” matt asks.
i pass him the lighter while i continue to watch him.
he turns his body facing me. “open your mouth”
i do as he says, sucking on his thumb as he uses it to seal the joint shut.
he holds the joint against my lips, and i take it between them, letting him light the other end.
i inhale the smoke entering my mouth.
before i can let out the smoke, he lifts my chin up and kisses me. as my mouth is partly open. the smoke goes in between our mouths.
he smiles at me.
i hold the joint in front his face, letting him grab it with his mouth and take it between his fingers.
“your so beautiful ma” matt says
“thank you” i say as he hands the joint back to me
after a few minutes of silence i decide to ask him a question
“do you like me?” i ask him
“yes, do you?” he replies
“yeah” i say
“come here, ma” he demands
i sit on his lap and he kisses me, after making out for god knows how long he stops and smothers me with wet kisses.
“matt. i need you” i whisper
“i know, i know” he says
matt carry’s me to the bed.
We make out for some time. i lost track of it. i don’t even know if this is the weed or if its just me. my hips aimlessly lift up to find something to create some sort of friction.
what are we doing? im kissing the person i “hated” for 9 years.
we continue making out on the bed as he takes his shirt off, his hands slide to the bare skin under my shirt, with out a second though i take my shirt off completely forgetting i don’t have a bra on
“fuck, your so pretty”
he softly kisses my chest, flicking his tongue over my nipples before sucking them.
he slowly starts unbuttoning his jeans and pulls them down only leaving him with boxers. he slowly starts taking them off.
he pulls my pants and underwear off all together.
“wet for me already?” he says
“matt, please” i whisper
“i know, i know” he says before putting my legs over his shoulders and pushing inside of me.
i grip onto a pillow as my body adjusts to his size. matt gasps in pleasure. he drops his head to my neck, letting me hear his soft whimpers as he feels me clenching around him
he starts thrusting into me. both of us hearing the sound of our skin echo in the room.
im having sex with my so called enemy.
he pushed one of my legs, spreading me more.
“fuck” i yell out.
“gotta be quite if u want me to keep going” matt warns me. he puts his hand over my mouth.
his dick hits every spot perfectly. i find my self begging for him, moaning his name, something we both would never expect.
he pounds in to me watching his cum fill me up as my cum drips around him.
he drops beside me and gets up to grab a towel.
“here” he says as he hands me a towel. I clean my self up and grab my panties and put it back on as i lay back in his bed waiting for him to come in.
he puts sweat pants on and a black shirt.
he gets in bed and puts his hands on my waist and his head on my neck.
i love you
“i love you to” matt replies
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part 3?🔥
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Smut w biker Ethan Landry ?!
Hi💕 I hope you like it! I got out of the hang of writing over the last few days so I might go back and make a few changes once i re-read over this at some point lmao
Roll Up - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
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This Contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Summary: Your boyfriend's new hobby scares you, but he shows you it isn't that bad.
Contains: Oral(f receiving), p in v, rough-ish sex.
A/N: We're going to pretend that this isn't based off of the photoshopped pics of Jack lmao. If this sucks, don't let me know. I'm sensitive👉👈
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When your boyfriend mentioned getting his motorcycle license, you thought he was crazy. You even created a power point presentation, showing him how dumb of an idea it was. He just rolled his eyes every time you made a good point, because he knew it was what he was going to do regardless.
“You aren’t going to break up with me if I get a bike, are you?” he asked, putting on his shoes as he got ready to go take the driving test. “I think it’d be a lot of fun to have one.”
“It’d take a lot more for me to break up with you…but what if something happens to you? I’d just be worried the whole time you were out,” you sighed, getting a little anxious.
You heard a knock on the door, as Ethan walked away from you to answer it. You took a deep breath when Chad walked in, carrying his extra helmet for Ethan.
“Why’d you have to corrupt my sweet boyfriend?” you asked, as Chad smiled at you.
“I think you’ll like it…Tara does,” he said, smirking at Ethan as he handed him the helmet.
“Yeah, what if I get one and you can’t keep your hands off me?” Ethan asked, cocking his eyebrow as he looked at you. “I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah, and I’d not like to hear the sound of your eulogy being spoken,” you said, as Ethan scoffed.
“You’re so overdramatic,” he said, walking over to kiss you. He placed a kiss to the tip of your nose, your lips, and your forehead before he pulled away. “I love you, baby. Wish me luck.”
“I love you, too,” you said, as both boys walked to the door. Ethan stood in the doorway for a minute, waiting for you to hear the other thing he needed you to say. “Fuck it, fine. Good luck. Please, just be careful.”
“I will, babe,” he said, chuckling as he walked out.
One thing about Ethan was that the second he got an idea in his head, you knew he was going to stop at nothing to get what he wanted. This was by far the scariest thing he’d ever wanted to do, and you’d done nothing but panic whenever you thought about it.
It all started when Chad brought Ethan to his friend’s garage, and they were talking about Chad getting his license. At first you laughed it off, thinking it was about Ethan wanting to have more in common with his best friend, but once you saw him browsing for bikes online, you realized how serious he was about it.
Once he got his learners, he started to spend more time with Chad and his friend. He’d lay in bed with you until you fell asleep, then sneak out of the bed once he’d get the text from Chad that he was outside. You hated it when you’d roll over and he wasn’t beside you, but you wanted him to practice when there were a lot less cars on the road.
He was always in the best mood when he’d come back home, still feeling the adrenaline. He tried to be quiet when he snuck back in, but you always woke up. You’d jump out of bed once you heard the shower cut on, strip off your clothes, and join him in the steamy bathroom. He’d tell you all the things he did and new stuff he learned as you sleepily listened, but it always ended in the hottest shower sex you’d ever had.
You kept checking the time on your phone, wondering what was taking Ethan so long to get back home. It’d been a few hours, and you were trying to prepare yourself. As worried as you were for him to get his license, you knew you’d be excited for him. But the possibility of him not getting it worried you more than if he did. You knew how much he wanted it, and you knew he’d be upset if he didn’t get it.
Once you saw Ethan’s name and picture flash across your phone screen, you quickly answered the call.
“Hey, babe,” you said, “How’d it go?”
You heard traffic passing him and sirens off in the distance.
“Come outside, I want to show you something.” You could hear the happiness in his voice, and you kind of had a hunch about what your boyfriend had done. Once you made your way down the stairs of your apartment complex and saw him standing there, a helmet under his arm and the matte black bike behind him, you didn’t know how to feel.
“I guess you passed,” you said, your eyes squinting as the early afternoon sunlight hit them just right. “I’m proud of you, baby.”
“I can still tell you’re mad,” he teased, as he leaned down to kiss you. “but thank you.”
“This is yours, isn’t it?” you asked, as he tried to fight off the excited smile.
“Yeah, I hope you don’t hate me because I didn’t talk to you about it first,” he said, reaching around and grabbing the extra helmet off the bike seat. “I want you to go on a ride with me.”
“Absolutely not,” you said, his smile dropping at your words. “Not right now, can we go out later tonight? I’m a little scared and I’d feel better if I didn’t feel like we were going to get hit.”
“Of course,” he said, his smile appearing on his lips again. “I think you’ll love it.”
“Whatever you say,” you said, as he grabbed your hand and led you inside.
As it got darker outside, Ethan got more excited. He knew how close he was to taking you out to see what made him almost as happy as you do. As much as you were freaking out, you knew he’d never put you in danger, and you really wanted to know what the big deal was.
“Okay,” Ethan said, as you slipped your hoodie over your head. “Just a few quick things…I know it’s a little scary, but you need to lean into any turns we take. Don’t ever let go of me and sit as close to me as you can.”
“If we lean, won’t you lose control?” you questioned, as he shook his head.
“We’re not doing anything crazy so don’t think I’m going to take you on any super curvy roads…but if you stay upright when we need to lean, that could cause me to lose control.”
“Okay,” you sighed, as he handed you the helmet.
He looked you over to make sure nothing on you was loose fitting and made sure your helmet was good before he slung his leg over the bike.
“You coming?” he asked, his hand reaching out to help you on.
“There’s not a lot of room back here,” you said, as he slid his helmet over his head.
“I already told you, just hold on to me, and stay as close as you can. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said, his words a little muffled. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” you said, as he started the bike. Your arms tightly wrapped around him, his hand rubbing against your thigh to let you know he had you before he pulled off.
He took you on a few of the streets he first learned how to drive on, not wanting to freak you out too much. Once you came to a stop light, he started to yell over the hum of the bike.
“You okay?” he asked, his hand moving to rub against your thigh again.
“Yeah, you aren’t going very fast, though,” you yelled back, as he started to laugh to himself.
“You want me to go faster?” he asked, “I just didn’t want to scare you.”
“You can go faster, just don’t kill us,” you said, as the light turned green.
He revved the engine before he sped off, going significantly faster than he did before. You didn’t feel scared though, you were…turned on? You weren’t sure if it was the vibrations coming from the bike, or how hot your boyfriend was at that moment, but you knew you were going to jump him as soon as the two of you got back home.
He started to drive out of the city, taking you to one of the back roads he’d always pull off at with his friends. He stopped in the gravel area and helped you off the bike before he got off.
“Was that too much?” he asked, pulling the helmet off of his head. You quickly pulled yours off, mumbling a “No” as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Your hands went up to his curls as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip to deepen the kiss. You stood there making out, the only light coming from the full moon and the glow of the headlights.
“We need to go home soon,” you said against his lips, “I understand why you always want sex after your late-night rides.”
“We’ll head home soon babe,” he said, his hand reaching down to squeeze your ass as he pulled you closer. “Or…we could do it right here.”
“I know this is a back road, but someone could still see us,” you said, glancing at the road for any other cars off in the distance.
“So what?” he asked, as his lips moved to your neck.
He pulled away once he heard the familiar loud hum heading up the road, slowing down a little once it got closer to where you and Ethan were.
“Is that Chad?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.
“Tara’s with him,” he said, noticing her tiny frame tightly clinging to him. “Good think I didn’t get you naked yet,” he laughed a little, thinking about how awkward that would’ve been.
“You know how I am when I want sex and I don’t get it,” you said, giving him a warning look. “Please don’t get caught up in talking for too long.”
“I won’t, babe,” he said, as Chad pulled in and took his helmet off.
“She didn’t kill you!” Chad yelled, as you rolled your eyes.
Ethan walked up to him as you walked over to Tara. She had the biggest smile on her face when she saw you standing there.
“Ahh! We can go on late night rides together, now!” she said, pulling you into a hug. “Isn’t this fun?”
“Yeah, I thought it was going to be scary,” you said, glancing over to Ethan to see him smiling at you. “Now I just have to convince him to take me home soon.”
“I get it, I feel the same way,” she said, picking up on your suggestiveness.
When Ethan walked around to you, he looked a little nervous as Chad motioned for Tara to get back on the bike.
“I hope you don’t mind, but Chad wants to ride around for a little bit. There’s this straight, flat road near here that we like to go way faster than we should, but if you’d rather go home, we can.”
“As long as we go home soon, I’m fine with it,” you said, as Ethan started to smile.
“Put your helmet back on,” he said, walking you back over to his bike.
He slid his over his head and helped you get on the back before he started it again and took off. You got a little confused once you hit a certain point in the road. Chad and Ethan both came to a stop on opposite sides, as you felt his hand grip your thigh.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, the question making you nervous as Chad gave him a thumbs up.
“Yeah,” you yelled, as he said, “Hold on tight.”
He revved the engine again before taking off, going way faster than he’d gone before, at least while you were on the back. The way you were rested against Ethan made it easy for you to see that Chad was keeping pace with him before he dropped a gear and flew past Ethan. Ethan did the same, your grip on him getting even tighter as you felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins. He quickly caught back up to Chad and passed him before he started to slow down a little.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, once he came to a stop and your grip on him relaxed.
“If you don’t take me home and fuck me, I’m not going to be okay,” you said, as Chad pulled up beside you and pulled his helmet off.
“Fuck, that thing’s fast,” he said, as Ethan pulled his helmet off.
“Yeah, I didn’t expect it. We were going over a hundred,” Ethan said, your eyes going wide as you listened to him speak. “I’m going to take her home.”
“You coming back out later?” Chad asked, as Ethan shook his head.
“No, I have other plans,” he said, as Chad nodded.
“You guys have fun. Don’t be an idiot,” Chad said, putting his helmet back on before speeding off.
“Over a hundred?!” you yelled, as Ethan started to laugh.
“Yeah, and I wasn’t going as fast as I could’ve,” he said, putting his helmet back on. “Let’s get you home.”
As soon as he got you home, you both were so needy. Various clothing items were scattered across your apartment, from the front door to the bedroom you shared with Ethan. He wasted no time, burying his head in between your thighs as soon as he pushed you back on your bed. Your fingers ran through his curls as soft moans slipped past your lips. His hands were kneading at your thighs as his tongue swirled around your sensitive clit.
“Use your fingers, babe,” you gasped out, as he suckled on your clit. He did what you said, sliding two of his fingers into your soaked, dripping pussy with ease. “Fuck, just like that.”
“Did being on the back of my bike turn you on that much?” he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he curved his fingers to brush against that spongy spot inside of you. “Yes,” you said, letting out a low moan. “You were just so fucking hot.”
His mouth went back to your clit as you tugged at his curls, the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers and your moans filling the room. His free hand was roaming your body, from your thighs up to your breasts. Once he started to pinch one of your nipples, you felt that familiar feeling starting to build inside of you.
Ethan knew you were close. Your legs were starting to shake as his fingers moved against your g-spot faster. He sucked your clit into his mouth, hard. Your back arched up off the bed as you pulled his hair so hard that it hurt. He didn’t let up though.
You let out a whimper as the feeling washed over you, your pussy fluttering around his fingers. He gently lapped at your clit until you started to come down from your high.
The grip you had on his hair relaxed as he sat up to look at you, his mouth coated in your arousal.
“Do I still have hair?” he asked, running his fingers through his curls. His scalp was so sensitive that he winced when he touched it.
“I’m sorry, baby,” you mumbled, as your breathing started to get a little more regular.
“It’s worth it if I made you cum that hard,” he said, smiling at you. “I loved having you on the back of my bike. It’s like you weren’t scared at all.”
“I wasn’t. I trust you.”
As much as Ethan loved watching your face when he fucked you, he wanted to be as deep as he could inside your warm, wet pussy. He positioned you so your ass was sticking up in the air for him as the side of your face rested against the cool comforter.
“So fucking perfect,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock over your wet folds. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes,” you said, as he started to inch himself inside of you. The slight burning feeling as he stretched you out made you gasp, his hand roaming over your lower back as his hip bones met the curve of your ass.
He started out with slow thrusts, still giving you time to adjust. Once you whined out to let him know you wanted more, he moved faster. You heard the soft slapping of his skin against yours as the head of his cock hit that special spot inside of you. You glanced back to see him watching his cock disappear inside your pussy, slide himself out, head and all, before he started to pound into you.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, your eyes still on him as your hands grabbed at the sheets.
He looked up to watch your body as you started to roll your hips back, meeting his thrusts. His cheeks were red as his mouth hung open, a few of his curls sticking to his forehead. One of his hands tightly held your hip as his other hand reached around brushing against your lower stomach. You soon felt two of his fingers strumming against your clit, your moans getting louder by the second.
“Harder,” you whimpered, a smirk playing on his lips as he started to mercilessly pound into your pussy.  
 “That’s it, baby. You take it so fucking well,” he said, some of his words getting broken by the random grunts slipping past his lips.
Once he put the right amount of pressure on your clit and started to roll his fingers in circles, you felt your body start to tense up, your orgasm sneaking up on you. You were a whimpering mess as the slapping sounds got louder, echoing off the walls. He was getting close, but he was trying so hard to fight it.
He watched your fists ball up in the fitted sheet, pulling it lose as you cried out. Your pussy was squeezing him so tight that his thrusts started to falter.
“Where do you want it?” he rushed out, but you couldn’t form words, completely fucked out.
He slid out of you, releasing his hot cum all over your ass and lower back. His hand ran through his sweaty hair before he flopped down on the bed beside you. Your hips started to relax as you eased the lower half of your body to lay flat across the bed.
“Jesus,” he sighed, catching his breath. “That was amazing.”
“Was it as good as the shower sex?” you asked, smiling as you turned your head to face him.
“Well, we do still need to shower…”
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sin-and-punishment · 5 days
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Good Little Bunny~ | Baji Keisuke x afab!reader
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cw: explicit smut/MDNI, pure filth/no plot, afab!reader (reader has fem sex anatomy), no pronouns used, dom!baji, petplay (reader is referred to as 'bunny,' wears ears and a tail), toys (reader has a butt plug), breeding mention, collar and leash (reader rec), light spit kink, oral (m rec), oral fixation?, light impact play (reader gets their ass smacked), choking, biting/marking, p→v sex, unprotected, doggy/backshots, baji is kinda rough, creampie, petnames used: baby, aftercare mentioned. wc: 2k
a/n: so i've been sitting on this idea for months, and finally found the perfect excuse to dust off the keyboard and get the juices flowing. absolutely not proof read sry nt sry. special shout out to my favorite bunny boy @manjjiros! 🐰🤍
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“Alright, bunny, go ‘head. Get it nice and wet f’me.” 
Baji had you kneeled so cute, your knees digging into the carpet of your bedroom, completely bare aside from the get-up you had shown him earlier in a coy little text message. As if you thought he wouldn’t cancel any and every plan he had prior to seeing the attached image on his phone to ride over to your place. Not only was Keisuke Baji impulsive, but he was borderline *feral* when it came to you. 
A fluffy pair of bunny ears sat on your head as you peered up at your boyfriend through sparkling eyes full of excitement, a small pout on your plump glossy lips. You did all you could to quell the fact that you were already drenched between your thighs over the fact that there was an adorable bunny tail butt plug sat cozy inside you. Oh, if you could wiggle that tail to show him just how much you loved him, you most certainly would.
“Did you hear me?” he says, with that rough tone that drives you crazy, and a gentle tug on the pretty leather leash wrapped up in his palm that was connected to a matching collar around your throat. The small bell adorning the accessory makes a sound that pulls you out of your daze, giving him quick nods in response.
You wet your lips and purse them together to spit a bit of saliva onto Baji’s cock, standing at attention waiting for you. He sucks in a breath through his teeth at the contact, then lets a low groan seep out as your soft hand wraps around his shaft to distribute the wetness over the length. Your thumb experimentally grazes over his tip, smearing the bead of pre that started to dribble from it, which got you another yank of the leash.
“Aht, the only one doing any playing tonight is me, baby.” You flutter your lashes, taking in his words as he replaces your hand with his larger one to place the head of cock to your lips. “Now open up.”
You comply of course, allowing Keisuke to tap his heavy length onto your tongue, the weight and subtle taste of him had you reeling instantly, breathing out a sweet little whine. He rubs the tip along the muscle, a sharp grin baring teeth creeping across his face as you start to drool a bit.
On instinct, you allow your lips to wrap around his cock, giving it a gentle suck and moving to take in more of him. Baji groans from his chest, shifting his hand to the back of your head, right between the fuzzy ears sitting at your crown, his fingers curling into your hair slightly and coaxing his dick further into the warmth.
“Mmm, fuck, love that pretty mouth of yours,” he growls. You can feel him twitching against the roof of your mouth, head reaching the back of your throat and lulling you into that relaxing space of pleasing your lover. Your eyes grow lidded, cheeks hollowing around his length as you breath steadily through your nose. 
It could have been minutes, hours even, before you’d realize how long his cock was bullying it’s way down your throat, tuning out the ache in your jaw from his size in sheer ecstasy of him fucking your mouth. 
Eventually, he pulls out, and you both watch the string of saliva follow which makes you clench, reminding you that one of your holes was plugged already. 
You whimper from the stimulation and the sudden sensation of your own drool falling down to your chest upon breaking away from his cock. Keisuke lets out a quiet chuckle before tilting your chin up to look at him, smearing some of your spit around your mouth.
“Good. Now be a good bunny and get on the bed. On all fours.”
You shakily get to your feet, turning to face the bed and Baji feels his cock jump at seeing the fluffy cotton tail between your ass cheeks, giving one a swift smack to make you squeak as you crawl onto the sheets, the little bell at your throat sounding softly.
Keisuke wastes no time in following behind you, letting his knees sink into the mattress, pushing your own to make you spread wider for him. He marvels at the sight, your pussy damn near dripping for him and waiting to be filled.
He’s quick to guide the head of his slick cock through your folds, hearing your moans and whimpers of ‘please’ leave your lips. Baji rubs his tip over your clit teasingly to get you to beg louder.
“Please what?”
“P-Please, Kei, please. N-Need you–”
There’s another smack to your ass, heat flaring at the area. “Need me to what, bunny? Tell me what ya want.”
You choke out a small sob, already pliant and desperate for your other hole to be filled. “Want you to fuck me, please Kei, please– aah!”
His cock head intrudes at your entrance, pushing just enough to start to feel the stretch. Normally he would have taken his time, worked you open enough to prep for this, but everything in Keisuke’s head told him to skip all of that. His want for you is too strong, too *wild.* He needs you just as much as you need him.
“Fuuuuuck–” he growls out, steadily rocking his hips to get his cock further inside your tight walls. His hands rest at your hips, pulling you in to bring your ass closer to him. You whimper into the sheets, a mix of pain and pleasure radiating through you as your hole accommodates his size.
Finally, he gets you docked to his hips, and he lets one of his big hands trail up the length of your spine before essentially mounting you, giving a shallow thrust to emphasize how deep he was already reaching inside you. Everything felt so full, as if it were humanly impossible for him to reach any deeper inside you. This was where he belonged and where you loved having him.
Your face begins to rub against the fabric of the bed as Baji begins a rhythm, grunting softly with every thrust. You can feel the tips of his long raven hair tickling against your back, a stark contrasting sensation to the force of his length pounding into your cunt. 
“My little bunny’s so tight, shit– Pretty pussy suckin’ me in.” Baji breathes out between the harsh slaps of his hips against your ass. You’re a moaning mess already, eyes threatening to roll back with a flutter of your lashes, reveling in being speared onto his cock. It was the familiar ache that you craved when you weren’t with him, the closeness bringing you back down to earth.
“Aahh– Kei, s’fuckin’ good. Oh my–” 
You’re cut off with a gasp of air, feeling pressure in your other hole suddenly. Baji begins gently pushing on your cute little fluffy tail attached to the butt plug, working in tandem with his own thrusts to give you the maximum amount of stimulation possible. You keen loudly, bucking your hips almost as if you’re trying to run away but it feels so damn good that you simply start to lose control amidst the pleasure.
“Mmph, Kei I’m–” The knot deep in your core was on the verge of snapping at any second, body about to give out. 
“Yeah? Ya g’na cum, baby? S’ that what you’re tryin’ to say?” You can feel the smug smirk from behind you without even looking at it, the playful tone in his voice going straight to your clit. As if he heard you, Keisuke’s other hand moves to your front, reaching down to rub quick circles around your bundle of nerves. “Cum f’me then, little bunny.”
You cry out just before your voice is cut off, properly pushed over the edge as you squeeze his length, cumming so hard it nearly takes your breath away. You see little stars overlaying your vision, feeling almost dizzy in the euphoria of your high, and you chase it by rocking your hips into Baji as if you were begging for him to keep going.
And he obliges, picking up a faster pace and increasing the wet schlick sound of your cum as he pistons his way into your cunt. You nearly forget you’re wearing the leash until Baji pulls on it, putting pressure at the front of your throat and forcing your head back, nearly losing your bunny ears. You choke out a moan, airway suffocated by the leather and your body leans back to try and relieve the pressure, only to have him wrap an arm around your middle and press you to his back, thick cock still bullying its way inside you.
“Such a good little bunny, cummin’ on my cock like that.” His words are strained by his own movement, keeping a firm grip on the leash at the hardware connecting it to your collar, rapid thrusts making the bell jingle continuously. The sound permeates your ears, almost like blissful hypnotism.
“G’na breed this little cunt, baby. Fuck ya nice and full. You want that, hm?” Keisuke begins to falter, a stutter in his hips as he breathes hot and heavy into the back of your neck, the grip around your waist growing tighter. It was everything you could do to focus on giving him weak little nods, fighting the tug of the leash that constricted your airway enough to prevent a verbal affirmation. 
The next thing you feel is pain blooming at your neck and the warmth of his mouth against your skin, sharp teeth grabbing hold of your flesh. It forces a whimper from your lips that turns into a sob, desperate hands trying to find anything to hold onto, to ground yourself while Keisuke bites into you hard. It was as if he turned into a fierce predator, locking his prey in his jaws to prevent any escape. As if you would try. As if you wouldn’t want anything but this– but him. 
Baji growls and moans into your neck, surely leaving marks that would be there much later, just the way he likes it. His movement grows sloppy and wild, pumping into your pussy several times before finally losing himself in one final thrust. Hot ropes of his release shoot deep inside your cunt, painting your walls milky white and its heavenly. There’s no better feeling on earth than having your little bunny hole filled by your relentless lover.
“Fuck–” Keisuke releases his mouth from your flesh with a curse, the arm around your waist going slack but sturdy enough to hold you steady. The strength in your legs is gone, a tremble coursing through your limbs from the sheer amount of energy used and the comedown hitting you like a brick wall.
Baji slowly pulls his cock from your spent hole, paying no mind to any cum that starts leaking out and dribbling down your thighs as he lowers your fragile body to the bed. You sigh, grateful for the relaxing position, the strain against your throat gone and limbs feeling like jelly. The sheets have never felt softer, and your pussy has never felt more sore.
“Y’okay, baby? How ya feelin’?” Baji presses against your back, leaving kisses along your shoulders and the crescent shapes his teeth left in your skin. You hum contendedly, grateful for the attention and the sweeping of his hair across your back. 
“‘M good, Kei. S’good…” you say weakly with a smile peeking from the sheets, bunny ears askew atop your head. The dopey look on your face makes him chuckle before leaving another kiss into your hair.
“Lemme go get something to clean ya up. Be a good little bunny and stay right here, yeah?”
You nod slowly with another sigh, riding cloud nine from right here in your bed. You couldn’t move if you tried anyway. Being his bunny was definitely your new favorite thing.
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Happy Late Valentines
Starring: Eddie Munson x Reader
Warnings: slight angst. Smut!! Cunnulingus. P in V (unprotected). Breeding kink? Daddy kink?
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Valentines Day. A day Eddie had despised for years. He never got anything, which is obvious knowing what his most known title is in the town. But you, on the other hand. You were quite popular despite hanging out with Eddie 'the freak' Munson, almost daily.
It was conveniently HellFire night on Valentines, and right before the campaign started, you were all showing off everything you had gotten. Everything from cards to chocolates.
Everyone was smiling and showing off expet the man himself, sitting on his throne almost frowning.
"So, what'd you get, Eddie?" You giggled, not noticing how saddened and frustrated he looked. "What do you think?!" He scowled, arms crossed on his chest.
"I didn't get shit. I'm just sitting my ass here, like always watching you get everything."
He said, leaning back in his throne and looking at you a bit, expecting sympathy. Everyone went silent, and as he expected, you looked at him with sympathy and shame. Ashamed of how you had shown off your cards and chocolates.
"God damn. I hate this stupid day." He muttered, turning his head to the other side, feeling pretty upset.
He didn't talk again for a bit, just sitting with a cold stare at the wall. "Sorry, Eddie.." you muttered. Dustin swallowed and decided to say something. "Should we get on with the campaign now?" He asked.
"Yeah-yeah- sure. We have nothing else to do, anyways." He said, sounding a bit annoyed with himself.
"God, sorry. Yeah. We should start. We got a lot to do today. Just- nevermind. I'm okay. Let's just do this campaign."
The eight of you nodded and waited for Eddie to start the new D&D campaign he had praised himself for the entire week. Eddie took a deep breath and looked at all of you, nodding.
"So, everyone's ready? All here?"
He asked, sounding enthusiastic, a way to distract himself from Valentines Day. "Yeah." You said, after counting all of Eddie's so-called 'sheep'.
"Okay, cool, cool. So." He rubbed his hands together, a large grin on his face, though his mood from before still kind of lingered.
"As you finally got out from the cave, you were all standing in a green field-..."
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You were up all night crafting something for Eddie. It had to be good. It had to be perfect. You told yourself as you sat up by your desk gluing and painting.
You made a homemade heart-shaped box and painted the logo for HellFire in the middle of it. Then, filled it with chocolates and a small jar. Inside the jar there were small, midevial looking letters where you had written all the things you like about him. After hours of painting and writing, you put the last thing inside the box. A love letter.
All the while, you'd have a big smile on your face thinking of how happy Eddie will be. You were sure that he'd love your present, who knows? Maybe he might finally look at you as more than a friend. You couldn't wait to give it to him. You thought he'd probably appreciate some sweet gesture like that in the morning.
After a few more last touches, you called it done. You sat the box on your nightstand so you knew you wouldn't forget it tomorrow morning.
After a little bit of insomnia, you finally fell asleep, excited for the next morning, and finally getting to give Eddie the present you've worked on for hours.
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You wake up with the biggest smile on your face, remembering the present right away. You quickly get dressed, wanting to go and hand him the box as soon as possible.
You grab some breakfast on the way, hoping you get to him fast enough. You barely finished eating before rushing out to your car and driving across the town to get to Eddie's trailer. When you got there and knocked on the door, your anxiety kicked in. What if he didn't like the box? What if he thought you did it because no one else did? What if he didn't like you like that?
Those thoughts and more kept rushing through your head, heart beating fast in anticipation for what might happen.
After a while, you heard some shuffling through the trailer. The door opened after a bit, and Eddie stood on the other side. He looked exhausted. You hadn't even thought about how early it was. All the thoughts disappeared from your head, however, as the look on his face turned to surprise as he saw you.
"Hey, Eddie.." You chuckled nervously, holding the box out to him. He looked down at the box curiously. A smile then crept onto his face and he took it from you.
"For me?" He said, a bit curious and surprised. "For- for you, yeah.." you said nervously, scared of how he'd react to your love letter. "Thank you." He said a bit stunned, and then he looked down at the box again before back at you.
"It's early, um, mind if I open it later?" He said, looking tired and a little bit out of it still.
Your heart ached with anxiety and slight pain. "Y-yeah, sure." You mumbled. "Thanks." He said before yawning wide, and his eyes began to flutter shut.
After a quick goodbye, he closed the door, leaving you to walk to your car and drive home upset. A small bit of hope still lingering, hoping that he'll actually look at it later. But Eddie was forgetful when it came to things like this. You probably wasted an entire night on making that box just for Eddie to never open it.
When it got to evening, that last bit of hope that he'd open the box began to disappear. You felt bad that you wasted all that time on it, wishing that he would actually look at it. But he didn't, and he probably didn't care much anyway.
You sighed and decided to call him.The phone rang a bit before Eddie picked up.
"Hey, what's up?" He asked after you said hello. "I know you've forgotten and this is kinda fucking important, so go open that box I gave you.. if you get surprised or something, live with that, I've got too much anxiety right now to deal with that." You said before hurriedly hanging up.
Eddie looked down at his phone, quite surprised at your sudden aggression. He didn't expect that at all.
Feeling a but hesitant, he walked into his room and over to the nightstand. He picked up the box and looked over at it for a moment before he finally opened it, careful and slow, expecting what the surprise might be.
He stared at the contents of the box as his eyes widened and he froze, not really sure what to feel.
The love letter, the chocolates, and the little surprises caught him by surprise, and he didn't really know what to do in the moment.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything, he took a deep breath and closed the box, stilThe emotions just hit him like a truck.
He suddenly looked overwhelmed by everything, all the things you went through just for him.
Eddie just stood frozen, thinking at how much you really do love him, even with all the crap he puts you through.
As tears welled up in his eyes, a feeling of guilt washed over him. He couldn't believe that you had gone this far for someone like him, for him.
Eddie couldn't hold back, and the tears began to fall. The sudden rush of realization that you truly love him hit him hard, and he just bawled his eyes out, unable to control the emotions.
In that moment of weakness as he cried into his hands, he couldn't help but wonder, "Why me?"
After a bit, Eddie managed to calm himself. He still had tears on his face as he wiped with them with his sleeve.
Finally, he pulled himself together and looked at the open box again.
He picked up the jar and pulled out the love letter to finally read it.The love letter really struck him in the heart.
He could actually feel that love pouring out of it, like there was nothing else on earth that mattered more than you felt for him.
Eddie felt his eyes well up yet again, it was a bit embarrassing.
"To: Eddie.
For once in my life, I don’t have to try to be happy. When I’m with you, it just happens. Your Lips? I kiss that. Your body? I hug that. My smile? You cause that. Your heart? I want that. In a sea of people, my eyes will always be searching for you. I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do. All I know is I wanna be with you. You make me smile whenever you're around. I could just sit and watch you without making a sound. I could talk to you for hours about nothing at all. You make me feel so comfortable into your arms, I wish I could crawl. I miss you when you’re gone. I miss you when you’re near. If we are together, we will have nothing to fear. So I guess I’m finally telling you I’m being real and true. Not only do I like you, I’m completely head over heels in love with you."
The love letter just overwhelmed him more and more.
He couldn't believe that after all this time thinking he was just a freak and that no one could like him, that this was his reality.
He could hardly hold back his tears of joy as he read the entire thing.
"God damn, this is it. She finally said it. She really likes me." He thought, happy tears flowing down his cheeks. As he finished the letter, he finally looked at all the contents in the box, his emotions still overflowing.
"Damn..." He muttered to himself, just overwhelmed with joy now that he really knew how she felt. He really couldn't believe that she could like him like this, he almost felt like he didn't deserve it.
His tears of joy started to dry up and he wiped all the tears with his sleeve, finally starting to calm down as he looked at the box again.
"She really went through all this for me..." He thought to himself, staring at the jar and the chocolates. He looked back over at the love letter again, feeling his heart flutter.
This was the happiest he felt in so long.
Finally, after this long time, someone really likes him.
"And- and here I thought being a freak, I'd just be alone for the rest of my life... She really... She really likes me..." He whispered to himself, smiling wide and his heart beating so fast. He set the box down and leaned against the nightstand and just took a moment to breathe.
This was the best he'd felt in years. Someone really liked him! What a feeling! He never thought that would happen, he really didn't think he was good enough for that.
But now, things seemed possible... The feeling was so overwhelming for him, he couldn't think straight. All these emotions just rushed the moment he saw the letter.
He felt like crying all over again, but he didn't wanna cry anymore.
He grabbed his phone, thinking about finally texting you and telling you all the things you mean to him. Just to thank you, or at least try. As he finally opened the text box and typed up the message, he stared at the screen.
He didn't know how to fully put it into words, but he had to try right?
He typed up the message slowly and sent it off to you.
He set the phone down and waited in anticipation to see how you'd react once you got it. After just a few minutes, his phone started ringing.
"Hm?" He said, looking at his phone.
He picked it up and checked the caller id, noticing it was you.
"Hey, um, what's up?" He said, his heart beating fast all over again, nervous of how you'd react. "Hey.. so, uh... my gift wasn't a bad idea, huh?" You chuckled nervously.
"Bad idea?" His voice sounded shocked for a moment as he laughed lightly too.
"It's literally the best thing I've ever received in my life." He said, truly meaning it.
"There's just so much to say to you, I don't even think you will fully understand just how much you mean to me." He added, still looking at the texts he sent you.
"Can I come over?" You asked nervously. In your head, you'd go to his place, and you'd cuddle all night while watching movies on the thick TV in his living room.
Eddie went silent for a moment, thinking about everything and what you asked.
He took a deep breath, thinking, "Oh God, oh God, OH GOD! She wants to come over! What do I do?!"
"Uhm... Yeah, I..." He stuttered, not sure how to finish his sentence. "Thanks." You giggled and hung up once more, immediately putting on some comfy but pretty clothes and rushing to your car, again.
Eddie quickly sat there in his bed staring at the phone, processing everything.
"Oh god, she's coming over. She- she wants to come over! Oh God, oh God!!"
He got himself out of the bed quickly, frantically putting on some clothes to look presentable when she gets here. He took some breath mints and sprayed himself with cologne a few times.
"Oh god, what should I do when she gets here?! How do I act?" He paced around the room now, just waiting nervously for her. He would check his phone every few seconds, thinking about her on the way over and how he's going to act when she gets here.
"Should I be calm? Should I be excited? What does one even do in this situation!? What do I talk about? I have to be so goddamn careful." He berated himself as he paced around the room, his anxiety kicking in.
He took yet another deep breath, checking the time. She should be here soon. He was sweating profusely now from his nervousness, and he was getting annoyed with himself.
Okay, Eddie. Calm, calm, calm...
After a few minutes, the doorbell rang.
He froze immediately from his pacing, thinking of nothing but the fact she was actually here.
He walked to the door and opened it with shaky hands and a big smile.
"Hey, uhm, h-hi." He said, not sure how to handle this, but he was glad you were actually here. "Hi.." you answered, just as nervous. His heart was racing, not knowing what to say. Should he invite you in, or should he just talk to you here?
"W-wanna come inside?" He asked, not wanting to sound rude by not inviting you in.
"Y-yeah.." you chuckled and stepped inside. Eddie immediately shut the door behind you.
"Oh um- follow me." He said as he began to walk towards the living room, letting you follow. She was actually here, and the thought is still a bit surreal to him. You followed him, sitting down very close to him.
"So- uhm, I just wanted to say..." His voice was shaky, it felt like he didn't have full control over the things he wanted to say to you.
"Thank you, for everything. For coming here and... And liking me like this, and for actually being here." He stuttered, feeling his emotions getting the better of him. You built up some confidence and decided that this was enough awkwardness. So you kissed him.
The kiss took him completely off guard and he froze with wide eyes for a second, but he quickly relaxed when the kiss continued.
His breath caught, and he held his hands to the side of you, gently caressing the back of your neck.
He was still very much surprised, but he couldn't resist your lips. You smiled against his lips. But the way his hands were moving over you made you feel sensitive to his touch. His hands began to move up and down your back. He couldn't help but caress your body as his lips stayed tightly pressed to yours. The kiss lasted long enough that he could really get lost in the emotion, and the feeling that someone really liked him like this was almost unreal to him.
When you pulled away, there was a string of saliva connecting you and heavy breaths filling the room. His breath was shaky and his face red from the kiss.
"That was..." He said softly, but he didn't finish the sentence.
He leaned back a bit and stared into your eyes, not breaking eye contact. And then he leaned forward again a bit for another kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you again. You moaned softly against his lips as they connected once more. His lips pressed to yours with a bit more force as he moved forward into you.
His hands moved to your waist now as he pulled you in closer. His breathing got heavy, and he kept kissing you as he took over.
You laid down against the sofa, and Eddie followed. Putting almost all his weight on you as he kept your lips on his. He did lay his entire weight onto you as he kissed you, you being pinned beneath him as he couldn't stop. The kiss felt like it went on forever, but he still wanted more.
His lips and his tongue moved in unison with each other, the heat rising between the two of you as his hands moved back to your neck.
You moaned softly against his lips as the intensity of the kiss grew. Your clothes were on the floor within just five minutes of making out.
Eddie leaned down and pressed a few kisses to your neck, causing you to shudder and let out a delightful purr. One that stirs not just the pit of his guts but in his boxers, too.
He presses two more kisses to your neck, open-mouthed, wet, and claiming he sucks hickeys into two sensitive spots. The hickeys made your eyes slightly roll back, and you let out not only another purr but a gasp of his name.
He has a feeling he knows what you want, but he's not ready to give it to you yet.
He moves from your neck, trilingual kisses down your right shoulder, tongue lathing against your skin before peppering more kisses. Kisses in paths down your brests until it's time to give both of them individual attention. A tweak of a nipple to the right one, a scrape of the teeth to the left one. He loves the way you respond. The way you gasp and moan his name like a chant.
Eddie continues his path downwards with one last kiss against each of your tits. His path leaves you breathless.
You grow inpatient as he takes his time, pressing kisses down your stomach and to the place you need him the most. "Eddie," you whispered. Voice full of need.
"What's the word, sweetheart? You know what to say if you want it.." Eddie groaned.
You sigh and bite your bottom lip gently. You don't want to give in to him so easily. Your eyes meet his brown ones, and you breathe out the one word he wants to hear. "Please."
The word "please" sent him over the edge.
Every muscle in his body was tense and his breath was still shaken. The sound of that single word was enough to make him lose the last bit of composure he had.
He looked down at you, his eyes full of desire and want for all of you. Eddie dipped down to your soaking cunt, first gathering your slick on his fingers and sucking them clean. Then he started eating you out like a starved man. His tongue lapping up all your slick and swirling your sensitive bud. You had heard that Eddie was good at this, but not that he had sex skills of a God.
You moaned and writhed under him, eyes rolled back and mouth slightly agape. Gasping, whimpering, and moaning as he ate you out. His tongue dipped into your entrance and started lapping up everything he could get to before pulling out and pushing two fingers inside instead.
As his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, he sucked and toyed with your clit until you were gasping that you were gonna cum. "That's it.. fucking soak my face, baby." Eddie groaned and went back to sucking your bud.
Doing exactly as he said, you came all over his face with a breathless moan. He pulled his fingers out and sucked off your nectar like it was a necessity.
Eddie ridded himself of his boxers. Saying he was big was an understatement. He was *huge*. The biggest you'd seen.
He inspected your pussy for just a few seconds before deciding to gently slide into you. Bottoming out with a groan.
"This what you wanted, princess?" He grabbed your jaw and squeezed slightly. "Already too fucked out to answer? That's okay, I got you."
You barely nodded as he dipped his head down and caught one of your nipples in your mouth, biting a little harshly on the bud. "Ngh, Eddie.." Arching your back, pushing your chest further into his face, he pulled off with a pop.
"What, too much?" He said in a mocking tone. "Jus' want you.." Your hands grabbed at his chest and shoulders. "But I'm right here, sweetheart?" He looked confused.
You shook your head and wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt. "Fuck.. just need me, hm? I can do that.."
He began to roll his hips, your pussy sucking him in with each push. His face hovered over yours, studying your pinched brows and puffy, kiss bitten lips parting softly. He kissed your cheek and then the other. Any other teasing comments died on his tongue once his eyes roved over you, halting his movements momentarily so he could speak clearly. "Love you, sweets."
You smiled at that. “I love you too, Eds.” You giggled as he held your cheek and began peppering kisses across your face. “Valentine's day got you all mushy, huh baby?” Eddie grinned and kept his hips moving ever so slightly. "Mmmh.. guess so.." you muttered.
He started picking up his thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside you every time, making both of you moan out. "You close, baby? You gonna cum f'me?" He asked with a few grunts.
“More…” you whined out.“Oh, now she wants more.” He chuckled, gaze turning a little more dark as he said it. “Mmhmmm… need more.” You choked out as he moved out of you just for a moment to get a better angle.
He quickly sat up, pushing both of your knees to your chest, his thick cock pushed back into your tight cunt. In one swift motion, giving you no time to think. “That's it… mmm… she's gripping now. C’mon baby. Soak my cock.”
With the new angle, he set a brutal pace, as broken moans rang out with the sounds of your soaked pussy being pounded into oblivion. He reached up, placing his thumb between your lips, as you quickly sucked it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digit. "That's it.. get it nice 'n wet for Daddy." He groaned.
“Be a good girl. Come for daddy and I'll fill this pussy full. Let everyone know you let the freak wreck your tight little cunt.” He growled into your ear.
You hummed as he brought his thumb down to your clit. Immediately pushing harsh circles to your swollen nub.
“Oh fuck, Eddie!” His words straight to your aching core.Your orgasm hits with a blinding force, those fireworks burst behind your eyes as your pussy strangles his cock.
He lets out a low growl as his balls tighten for his impending release. His cock twitches as it paints your walls with thick, white ropes.
He put your legs down and laid his full weight on top of you once more. The both of you were catching your breath as you laid there in awe of what had just happened.
"Happy late Valentine's.." you breathed, stroking his long, brown curls.
"Happy late Valentine's Day..." He smiled at you, looking at you from his head laying on your chest, feeling the heat in his face fade just a little bit and his breathing finally slowing down.
He felt his muscles relax as he lay his ear on your chest, his hand moving down to touch your thigh. He finally felt happy that he could be like this with you now.
"I love you." He said softly, his hand moving closer to your hips, but you never really felt it as you were still laying there after the intense session you just had.
"Love you too.." you said, kissing his cheek. He smiled, his eyes closed now as he felt his body relax.
He thought to himself for a moment, now the feeling of happiness and love kicking in with the dopamine running in his brain.
He sighed happily and nuzzled a bit into your chest, the feeling of just laying here with you was more than enough to make him feel content and loved.
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st4rymoon · 9 months
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𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥
*+:。.。 Miguel O’Hara x Fem Reader 18+
Summary: Miguel usually was always the one in charge in bed but you decide to ask if you could switch things up and to Miguel’s dismay, he had no clue what you had in you.
Warnings: unprotected sex, p n v, semi choking, somewhat bottom Miguel, language, masturbation! (f), teasing, edging, bondage, pet names (muñeca t: doll)
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“Please just this once” you pleaded as you straddled Miguel’s lap. He was always the one in charge, the one in control and today, you were bringing up the conversation of changing it around for once.
“I don’t want to be in control all the time, just sometimes Mig” you pout as you rock into his lap. “Of course we can try, but I have work to do muñeca. I’ll be done in a few” he sighs as his hands sway your hips onto his.
“I’m fine with that” you smiled. You were wondering if all the things you could try, you enjoyed the thought of seeing him beg so that was your plan.
You got off his lap and sat in the leather seat in front of his desk, legs dangling off the arm rest as you read your book. Miguel watched you closely, he was wondering himself what you were planning inside that mind of yours.
It excited him, sure he loved being the dominate but he’s never tried anything other than that. Were you going to ride him? Take control and fuck yourself onto him? He couldn’t wait for it.
You in the other hand were just thinking of more ways to make him go crazy, you knew that words alone could drive a person crazy let alone touch.
Miguel hasn’t seen this side of you, the one who likes hearing him want it, hearing how badly he needs it. It was usually you doing the begging but today you’d hope Miguel would.
A few hours passed, you finally heard him get off his chair and walk up to you “I’m done muñeca” he smiled as you looked up at him. You got up and walked towards the door but before Miguel could ask you what you where you were, you locked the door.
“Mmh I like this look” he teased as he walked up to kiss you. You moved your head to the side, letting his lips kiss your cheek instead of your lips as you peppered kisses down his jaw.
You pushed him back into the chair, looking at him with lust and love as he looked at you in amusement. “God you look so good” you hisses as you straddled him. You felt your body burning in excitement, he had no clue how much he’d be begging.
His hands moved toward your hips, his hard grip grinding you into him as you kissed. You huffed, pulling his hands off “no touching, hands on the arm rests” you demanded. He chuckled at your command, obeying with amusement as he focused on your lips.
You began to get annoyed as you could sense he wasn’t taking it seriously. He would touch your thighs, tease you by running a finger down your clothes pussy, or even take control of the kiss.
You got off him abruptly, causing him to whine “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it” he chuckled, his condescending smile making you roll your eyes.
You walked over to his desk, grabbing the 2 ties he kept incase of a meeting or some times for the games he played with you.
You say back into his lap, tying his hands onto the chair in an impressive knot. You could tell he was surprised by how well you tied him, he chuckled knowing he could just rip out of them if he really wanted to.
“Don’t think of getting out of them” your purr, lips on his cheek as you plant kisses all over his cheeks and mouth. “Scary” he mocked.
“You’re too cocky for someone who isn’t in charge” you sigh, your hands sliding down his abdomen and playing with his jeans.
He shifts in his seat as he feels your hands move down his body “you always treat me so good, I think I need to repay you. Show you how grateful I am” you purred. His jeans already around his ankles. He has kicked off his shoes the second he sat down “I don’t know where I should start” you tease.
Your legs straddle him tightly as he presses himself onto your cunt “maybe I should ride you? Wrap my hands around your shoulders and take all of you? Or maybe let you fuck my mouth while your hands are tied?” You purred, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt as you grind on his lap.
A frustrated groan spilled from Miguel, his hands in tight fists, knuckles white from his tight grip. Your lips sloppily kiss his jaw, scattering kisses down his neck and stopping at his chest “I love you” you cooed.
You looked at him in awe, his lips parted and hair disheveled as you rubbed yourself onto him “love you most muñeca love you so so much” he sighed. You knew Miguel was a sweet talker, he knew what to say to get you riled up but you had more self control than he originally believed.
You chuckled at his words, his shirt now completely open exposing his toned body and shallow breaths. Miguel bucked his hips into you in hopes that you’d break, he just needs you to give up this act so he could feel anything.
He didn’t care if it was your mouth, hands, or pussy. He just needed you.
You got off him completely, standing in front of him with a smile as he looked up at you in frustration “Hey I don’t tease you when we do this” he pleaded. He was right, he never teased this much but that wasn’t your fault. “If you wanted to tease me this bad you should’ve done it. It isn’t my fault you didn’t try it before” you mocked.
His jaw clenched at your words, he never knew you had that in you. The back talk was something he’s never heard before and he loved it, his cock twitched at the sight of you standing in front of him as if he wasn’t going to fuck you senseless once he was out of the ties.
You began to undress yourself painfully slow, allowing your fingers to play with your panties before turning around and pulling your shirt off. You could hear Miguel groaning from behind you, you could hear him shifting in the leather armchair as he sat there with his pants to his ankles and shirt unbuttoned.
You pulled up a chair in front of him, planting yourself on it with only your panties and bra. You placed your feet on his arm rests, allowing him to see the wet spot on your panties as you dragged two fingers onto your clothes cunt.
“Fuck” was all Miguel could get out as he realized what was going to play out. “You look so tired, maybe I should just give you a show huh? Let you relax while I fuck myself?” You purred.
“Fuck you” he hisses “you know that’s not what I want”
“Too bad” you pouted as you dragged your panties off and onto the floor. Your fingers ran down your folds, legs on his sides as you rubbed small circles onto your swollen clit.
“I think about you so much when your gone Mig, think of you getting home, waking me up with your head between my thighs. Or maybe waking up with your cock stuffed inside me, drives me crazy” you cried.
Your hips rolled onto your fingers, your other hand needing at your boob as you look at Miguel in accomplishment.
He looked even more pissed than you’d ever seen him, his cock bulging through his boxers and eyes red from frustration. He wasn’t going to beg he told himself, he wouldn’t. He truly believed you wouldn’t be as creative as he was with this type of thing but oh, he was wrong.
You pushed two fingers into you, riding them softly as your hand moved onto your neck “miss the way your hands wrap around my throat when you fuck me, the way you force your fingers into my mouth whenever your fucking me always drives me insane”
He stared in awe as he watched the way your slick dripped down your fingers, he was salivating at the view of your soaked pussy begging for him to fuck you.
He was squirming in his seat, no words coming out as he watched you. “I think this is the longest you’ve gone without talking Mig, that’s the first” you teased. You pulled your fingers out and sat up from your chair.
You straddled him again, your fingers moving to his mouth and even before you could say open his head bobbed down and took your fingers into his mouth instinctively.
He moaned into your fingers, sucking them clean of your slick as he jerked himself onto you soaked cunt. “What do you want baby?” You cooed, your fingers drag through his hair as you sway onto him “tell me what you want”
“In you, need to be in you” he panted. You frowned, you knew he could sound even more desperate, you didn’t give in yet. “More specific”
“Anything anything fuck. Your mouth, your pussy, I don’t care just anything” he cried out. You smiled at his words, he was almost where you wanted him.
You wrapped your arms around him, hugging onto him tight as you sucked hickeys onto his neck “I can feel how hard you are Mig, fuck. I think I need to help you out right? Let you fuck my mouth until I’m crying? Or let you fuck yourself into my hand? Maybe I ride you?”
His eyes widened at your words, god you said the filthiest things sometimes. “Your choice” you cooed. “Ride, ride me” he whined. Almost.
“Say please” you teased, dragging a finger down his chest. “Really? Are you going to make me beg” he whined, his eyes droopy and face flushed red. “If you don’t want it that’s fine, I can just untie you and go back to work”
You began to unstraddled him from his lack of words “fine” you shrugged
His eyes narrowed “really?” He whined in agony “all you have to do is say please” you pout. “I can just go back home and finish myself” you smiled.
You took him by surprise as you jumped on him again “But I need you Mig” you smiled “need you to fuck me full, is that so much to ask for?” You added with an arrogant smile.
You could see the sweat dripping from his forehead, the veins on his neck bulging as he watches your hands move down his chest. “I can feel how hard you are, must hurt”
He let out a loud moan as your hand ran up and down his clothed length as you played with the hem of his boxers. “Stop playing around” he shakily hissed as he watched you tug his boxers down. “Or what?”
“You can rip out of your ties and all but I still won’t let you touch me if you do. I’ll leave” you coo. “So I suggest you listen baby, wouldn’t want you leaving needy” you pout.
Miguel’s head fell back, his eyes roll back at the feeling of your hands on his cock. He let out a loud breathy moan as your soft hand rubbed up his shaft. He dropped his head down, kissing you hungrily in hopes to distract you so he could cum.
You knew better than to think Miguel would listen, so you pulled away mid-way and smiled “FUCKK what the hell” he hissed as he pulled away from the kiss. “Try harder next time” you cooed.
“Once your done with me I swea-“ before Miguel could finish his words you sank onto him. A loud whine coming out of him as your walls squeezed him tightly “you never shut the hell up” you replied.
His heavy breaths and loud moans filled your ears, you felt every inch of him inside you as he his knuckles turned white and muttered to himself. He could feel your slick walls tracing every vein and curve of his cock, he felt like his senses were heightened from the amount of teasing.
He had no clue why he let out chocked whines and moans as you slowly rode him. The slow pace caused him to become desperate, his hips to jolt forward roughly in hopes to pick up the pace. Your hands pushed him down “do that again and I’ll stop, I have no problem getting off” you hissed.
He almost said something snarky but he knew you always stood by your word so he decide to not protest.
“Ok baby, ok ok I won’t move please just keep moving please cariño” he pleaded.
You could almost cum from the tone of his voice, the pathetic whine he let out made your hips move faster “that’s it” you purred as your hands softly planted themselves around his neck. “O- oh my- ahh” Miguel couldn’t even get a single word out as you bounce on his cock. His pornographic moans filling the room with each bounce “ju- like that just li-“ he hummed.
Your eyes were droopy, mouth hung open as you felt him mold you. His thick cock splitting you in half with each bounce making you salivate, you swear spit was dripping from your mouth. The burning sensation was pleasurable as you slammed yourself onto him harder.
You rode him like he was the last person on earth, the sweet praises the both of you exchanged making the whole thing even more sensual. “Feel so goo- d Miguel, so f-“ you cried out as you rode him eagerly.
“I kn- know baby” Miguel’s eyes watched you in complete bliss, he felt so lucky he had you. You could feel the knot in your stomach twisting as you continued to fuck yourself onto his lap.
Both of you swallowing each others moans while you ravaged each others mouths. You could feel your slick running down your thighs, his abdomen and thighs covered in your mess.
“Fuck f- I’m gonn-” you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as you buried yourself into his neck. You didn’t stop your pace, you continued to ride him as your walls squeezed around him in need.
“Like that b- just like that” Miguel’s moans filling the room as he filled you with his seed. Your legs trembling as he thrusted his hips into you softly. He ripped out of the ties, reminding you he was controlling himself to not take control before.
His arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you onto him tightly as he stayed buried inside your warm walls. His lips planting soft pecks into your shoulders as you caught your breath.
You looked up at him with a smile on your face, cupping his face and kissing him with everything you had in you. “Didn’t know you had that in you” Miguel weakly chuckled as he slumped back onto his chair.
“It wasn’t too much? I feel like I might’ve bee-“ before you could voice your concerns he pulled you in for a kiss, shushing you before you could doubt.
“Oh I loved it muñeca, you even gave me a few ideas to try with you”
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oneforthemunny · 10 months
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switching it up |dom!brat tamer!eddie x sub!brat!reader|
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prompt: "go pick a switch" with mean!dom!brat tamer! eddie. based off a horny hours ask from my old account :)
for those who don't know a "switch" in this is referring to a small, thin branch that's picked and used (typically and in this case) for discipline. sorta like caning.
contains: mean!hard!dom!brat tamer!eddie, sub!bratty!reader, spanking, dom/sub themes, oral fem receiving, p in v sex, minors dni 18+
"Go on, now, baby." Eddie nodded from the steps, leaned up casually against the metal, rusted railing of the trailer. He inhaled deeply, cigarette crackling and ash falling by his feet, eyes trained on you, deep and dark.
You fidgeted in the grass, only a few paces away from the steps. Eyes cutting around you, looking to see if anyone was around, praying they weren't. Hoping that they wouldn't see the slow journey you were making to hickory bush, long and overgrown at the end of the gravel drive, scissors behind your back.
"Don't make me wait, sweet thing." Eddie blew the smoke out, eyeing you carefully. "Or I'll take that switch to ya right out here." He smirked at the threat. How your spine went rigid, cheeks flushed a deep crimson when you looked back at him, but you quickened your pace to the dreaded bush.
The idea had come to him while watching TV a few weeks ago. Some old, western movie from the fifties, he'd been too stoned to change it. Plus, he liked those kind of movies, reminded him of when he first moved in with Wayne as a kid.
The gruff male lead, mean and stern with the female lead, grabbed her arm, threatening to "take a switch to her hind-end" if she didn't obey. The threat made him twitch, cock stirring even in his drug induced haze. He was always looking for new things to try, new ways to get you embarrassed when you bratted, put you back in your place before fucking you relentlessly. You'd been taking the cane so well lately, he figured a little switch would be nothing.
"What's a switch?" You'd asked, nose crinkled in confusion when he presented the idea to you.
Eddie gawked at you. "You never heard about kids having to go pick a switch?" He blinked at you with a small smile. You shook your head. He laughed. "We came from different worlds then, baby." He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and pulled you to the window so you could see the bush, long, thin branches that he explained you cleared the branches and leaves off before it was used on you.
"Kinda like the cane." Eddie grinned, hands rubbing up and down your waist, excitedly. "But you have to go pick it, cut it, clear it. Whole thing before you ever get spanked with it." What he didn't say was the before process added to the embarrassment of it all, a fact that he knew you loved- a sort of embarrassing foreplay that had you dripping before he ever even touched you. You grinned, agreeing to try it, thighs clenched in excitement.
It wasn't until today, nearly a month after the conversation, that Eddie actually used the threat. He always did that, waiting until you thought he forgot or changed his mind to act on it.
You'd been huffy all morning, a little whiny and snappy, like you always got when you wanted him to ruin you. Get you crying and your ass aching until he relented and fucked you stupid. He'd told you before you could just ask, he'd always oblige, but where was the fun in that?
"Hey, you better watch it," Eddie warned, snapping a finger at you after your third eye roll of the day. "Keep it up, and I'll take a switch to you."
Your eyes lit up, cheeks heating and tingling at the threat- the promise. Eddie bit back a grin, staying stern and stoic though he wanted to laugh at how excited you got. You got even more bratty, just like he expected, until he finally turned you over his knee. He took to spanking you with his hand, scolding you about being a naughty brat, until you whined and begged him to stop. A part of you thought he might have backed out of the initial threat, rubbing your ass and pouting. Until he crossed over to the kitchen, scowling at you sternly. He grabbed the scissors, shoving them in your hand and telling you to go pick your switch, that you'd earned it.
You fished through the scratchy branches and leaves of the bush, thankful it was overcast and chilly or the entire park would've been out, kids riding bikes and adults tending gardens- all to witness you cutting a branch, retrieving it and bringing it back to Eddie for his inspection. Fetching and retrieving back to your master like a dog. The humiliation of it all was enough to get your cheeks tinging pink, pussy throbbing and nearly aching.
You looked around when you walked back, tiny, limp branch in your hand, quick paced when you brought it back to Eddie. "Here," You muttered, holding it out with a furious blush.
Eddie scoffed, bumming his cigarette into the ash tray. "Baby," He tutted, taking the small, pitiful excuse for a branch. "You really think this is going to work? Look," Eddie lifted the branch, it was limp and blowing in the small breeze when he pulled his hand back, cutting it through the air with a small, whistling swish! before promptly snapping in half.
Eddie gave you an unimpressed look, arms crossing over his chest. "Go, try again," He nodded towards the bush.
You huffed, stomping down the stairs. "Hey," Eddie snapped, hard and gruff.
You didn't turn, continuing on to the bush, knuckles scratching through the rough branches until you found a better one. Sturdy but not as thick as some, enough for some movement and a nice swish.
"How's this?" You pouted, holding the second branch back up to Eddie.
He took his time, rolling the branch between his hands, inspecting it carefully. He swung it in front of him a few times, relishing the way you jumped, thighs clenching and squirming with excitement.
"Is it good?" You asked, gaze lifting to his, rounded eyes desperate for approval.
Eddie hummed. "I dunno." He sighed, lips twisting. He stepped back, swinging it behind you before he snapped the branch down, suddenly on your sweatpant clad ass.
You yelped, jumping at the sting of the hit, even through the thick cotton. "Ow!" You hissed, glaring at him, hands furiously rubbing the sting. Your head whipped around, scanning to see if there was anyone out who could have saw, cheeks red with embarrassment at the thought, but you were pulsing between your legs.
Eddie grinned. "What do you think? Is it a good one?" He asked, cheekily. The little shit.
"It hurt." You pouted, rubbing your already sore cheeks, still sensitive from the spanking he'd given you only a few minutes prior.
"Hm, seems like a winner then." Eddie smirked, grabbing the scissors from you. "Go inside. In front of the couch. I'll be there in a minute."
You pulled the screen door, watching him click and clean the leaves and spare branched away. Your tummy flipped, squeezing and rolling with excitement, heat shooting from your heart down to your core. You scampered in front of the couch, kneeling in front of the middle cushion that Eddie always favored.
The squeak of the screen door's hinges followed by the clatter of it closing came soon, Eddie's heavy steps coming in, spinning the branch in his hand. His eyes were excited, darkened with his domineering demeanor.
"You ready?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, you nodded eagerly.
Eddie grinned. "I'm gonna have you bend over the back of the couch. That sound alright?" He asked. You stood, hurrying to bend over the couch by him, his hand stopping you. "Pants down, baby."
You shimmied out of your sweatpants, kicking them to the corner. Cotton panties, thin and bikini cut, a little faded with countless cycles in the wash that made them irresistibly soft. Eddie's mouth watered. There was a reason he made you keep them at his trailer, "just in case", he told you, and you pretended you didn't notice them in the dirty hamper from time to time, covered in his release.
"You know, maybe this will teach you to not be such a bad little brat. What do you think?" Eddie hummed from behind you, pinching the hem of your panties and bunching them up, so they rode further into your crack, exposing your cheeks.
You shivered. "I don't think we'll know unless you try." You snipped, looking over your shoulder, thighs rubbing together for some sort of friction.
Eddie smirked, swishing the branch through the air so it whistled, taunting. You squirmed with anticipation, excitement building in the pit of your tummy. "Hm," Eddie hummed. "Eyes forward." He snapped.
You straightened your posture, focusing on the small hall towards Eddie's room. You felt the branch, scratchy and hard rubbing across your cheeks, splotchy and red from the assault of his hand from earlier.
"I think ten to start." Eddie suggested, looking down at you carefully. He lifted a brow, scanning your features. "That good?"
You nodded, legs bouncing and squirming. "Just do it already, Eddie." You huffed.
Eddie scoffed, walloping your ass with his hand so you yelped. "Keep it up, baby," He warned, tapping the switch across your throbbing ass. "I'll take you outside. Make you bend over, grab your ankles, and really take this switch to ya." He grinned when your thighs pressed together.
He tapped the branch to your cheeks, lining up his first hit. He pulled back, sending the branch forward and snapping into the meat of your ass. Not as hard as he would with the cane, he was unsure with this and didn't want to hurt you. You yelped anyways, back recoiling at the hit, fisting the blanket in front of you.
Eddie paused, looking down at you carefully. "How was that?" He asked softly. This was pure play, a fun, adventurous thing for the both of you. Sure, you'd bratted earlier to get your way, but when didn't you.
You groaned, low and throaty. The switch stung, worse than the cane, which was saying a lot. It was surprisingly rougher than you expected, you didn't think you'd be able to tell the difference, but the sting across your cheeks told you otherwise. A sharp, nearly itchy type burn that had you desperate to rub the irritation out, attempt to soothe it.
"I'm good." You sighed heavily, back relaxing back into an arch, toes curling into the mesh carpet. You tried to not focus on how painful the throbbing was between your legs, pulverizing heat that left your head spinning.
Eddie grinned, lifting the branch back up. He aimed lower for the next two, quick snaps against your lower cheeks, hitting close to your core. Your legs shook, crying out at the pain, feet stomping into the carpet. He watched the way you writhed, crossing your legs tight, rolling your hips to try and relieve some of the ache in your pussy.
"I think you'd like that if I took you outside," Eddie brought the switch down on the top of your thighs, right where the meat of your ass curved into them. You howled out at the sting, far more uncomfortable than you expected it to be.
"I think you'd like the idea of someone seeing what a bad girl you are." Eddie purred, barely giving you a chance to register his words before he brought it back down harder this time.
Tears flooded your vision, hands clenched tight, your nails biting and digging into the palm of your hands. Eddie rubbed the ragged bark on your ass, taunting and mean, you squirmed. He brought it down again, unmerciful, relishing in the way you cried out, back arching with the hit.
"You like the idea of someone seeing you get put in your place? Yeah?" Eddie mocked, pulling his arms back, the switch hissing through the air, high pitched almost as a warning of the searing pain that was to come milliseconds later. "Or do you just like it when I'm a little mean with you?"
You sniffled, blubbering through the tears that ran down your throat, down your face and into a damp puddle beneath you. "N-No." You shook your head. "I don't li-like it." Your breath stuttered, thighs clenching at the sizzle of your skin.
"No?" Eddie challenged, mocking. He brought the switch down again, making you wail, before his hand was between your legs, pressing onto the cotton fabric of your panties, your slick arousal wetting them easily.
Eddie hummed. "Well, something's got you all turned on, baby." He snickered, tapping the switch to your red cheeks, furious at the assault. He brought it down again, this time towards your center again, making you jump, whining in protest.
"Do you just like it when I treat you like a bad girl?" Eddie mocked, laughing at your small whimpers. He moved so he was leaning over you, lips near your ear. You could feel his curls on your cheek, your neck, tickling you and making you shiver. "I think you like it when I put you in your place. When I make up new ways to punish you when you've been a brat. Isn't that right?"
You shuddered, stammering breaths that hitched and caught in your throat. He was right, and he knew it. He could tell by the way you were grinding into the arm of the couch, so desperate for any type of release on your aching core, you'd do anything.
Eddie's free hand swatted your bottom, not enough to be punishing, but hard enough to get your attention, reigniting the fire on your cheeks and making you cry out. "Isn't that right?" Eddie repeated, a low growl that had you whimpering.
"Yes," You croaked, eyes cutting over to him. Eddie smirked. "Yes, I like it." You admitted softly, squirming against the couch, hips rotating softly.
Eddie snorted, softly, though his eyes were dark like they always were when you played. "Last one." Eddie warned, switch tapping against your lower cheeks.
You braced yourself, brows pinching while he toyed with you, tapping and rubbing the branch, pulling it back just to watch you flinch and laughing at you when you did. You heard the ominous whistle of the switch catching wind before you felt the final blow, thin lined and scorching, sending you forward on the couch.
Eddie grinned when you heaved, a sob muffled into the cushions of the couch. You were grateful when he set the branch down, hands rubbing down your abused skin, easing some of the burn. You knew you'd be struggling to sit for at least a few days, burning skin that would reignite when touched.
"Good girl, you did so good." Eddie whispered, dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands kneaded the flesh, warm and buzzing in his large hands.
You were limp, ass still elevated over the couch, body slumped into the cushions, crying at the sting and release. Eddie grinned, tongue running over his lips when he pulled your panties down slowly, eyes widening at your slick lips, peaking out from between your thighs.
"I think you deserve a reward baby, for being such a good girl." Eddie cooed sweetly, fingers running between your sopping folds.
You sniffled, turning your head to the side. You couldn't see him, knelt and hidden by the couch, but you could feel him. You could feel the small kisses he pressed into your skin, pressing one particularly sloppy, lewd kiss into your aching center.
"What do you say, hm? Want me to lick you, baby? Show you what a good girl you've been? Let you cum on my tongue?" Eddie asked, hands spreading your red cheeks apart, drooling at the sight before him. He was trying to restrain himself from devouring you right away, the sight of your clenching hole when he asked you nearly making him wither.
"Please," You croaked so pitifully and sweet that Eddie was sure his heart would melt.
He didn't waste time, no teasing or mocking. He licked you furiously, lapping at your clit like a man starved, nose buried in your tangy scent, eyes rolling back when you squirmed, pushing your hips towards him.
"Oh! Please, Eddie, 'm so close!" You cried out, toes clenching beneath him. His hands stretched the hot skin, making it burn and sting, only aiding to your rapidly approaching orgasm.
You wiggled, the tip of his nose nuzzling into your sopping hole while you whined, high and desperate. His hands squeezed the fat of your ass, abused and raw after his switching, tongue swirling around your clit, moaning loud into you. The vibrations from his throat made you clench, abdomen tight and eyes pinched, gushing over him, wetting his face. He didn't stop, not until you calmed, no longer thrashing and gasping out his name, hands reaching back to push him away.
Eddie fucked you hard after that, furiously humping into you, hands on your hips as he grunted loudly, slapping skin and sick squelches filling the trailer. You were glassy eyed already, whimpering at the sensation when he pulled out two more orgasms out of you.
Eddie finished his cigarette later, the thick smell of sex still linger in the air and mixing with the smoke. You were still ass up in the couch, glazed eyes and his release leaking down your thigh. Your cheek was squished the the cushion, drool and tears drying beneath you.
Eddie inhaled slowly, picking up the switch he'd thrown across the room. He turned it in his hands, inspecting it like he'd done before. "I think we should put this somewhere," He grinned, smoke clouding out of his nose. You blinked up at him, too fucked out and tired to fully engage. "Keep it somewhere special. A little keepsake, don't you think?"
He placed it on the TV stand, behind the framed photos and trinkets that littered it. A little reminder of your fun you'd had today, and a reminder to you to behave or he'd make you pick another one. Of course, that never deterred you much.
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auteurdelabre · 3 months
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Please Mister Miller? Part 5 CheatingJoel!Millerxf!Reader
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"Please Mister Miller" part 5
Rating: 18+
Words: 4.3k
Tags/warnings: Cheating, Unprotected P in V, Dirty Talk, Public Sex, Almost Caught, Joel has a ‘Daddy’ kink, car sex, mirror sex, Feelings
Summary:  Joel has to run errands and you tag along. . .
a/n: I took a poll and y’all wanted to see this sleazy pair keep gettin’ off so I hope you like it! As usual drop the comments because I live for ‘em.
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“I'm heading into town," Joel says with eyes on everyone but you. "Gotta get some replacement lights and run a few errands if anyone wants to join."
It's the next morning and you're all around the breakfast table eating cereal and chatting about your plans for the day. You're seated next to Joel, eyes on your bowl as your thigh presses against his under the table. He keeps his leg there, not shying from your touch. It makes you feel warm all over.
"I can't," Sarah says, the lie she told you yesterday already on her lips. "I have to grab a few things from the storage locker before we go home." 
She's really going to see Charlie one last time before she heads home. 
"I'm going to the office for a few hours, remember?" Tess says through a mouthful, her eyes on her phone. 
"Oh right," Joel says as if he'd forgotten.
"I could go with you," you say lightly. "I have a few things I need to mail off back home."
"Sure, if you want."
Joel shrugs back as if he couldn't care less. But seated next to him you see the swell of his cock under his jeans. He's eager. 
That's good because so are you.
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When you finally pull on your jacket and follow him to the garage an hour or so later you're forced to pause as you glance around curiously. You've never been in here, haven't seen this domain of his.
He's got a workbench meticulously organized with cork holders on the wall. But that's not what amazes you when you draw over to it. It's the tiny intricate carvings there, one of a snowman and another of an angel.  
"I didn't know you carved," you say curiously. 
Joel shrugs, not saying more. You know why, it's the same reason you don't share more about yourself. It's not relevant to what you want from one another. 
"Ready to go?"
You nod, pulling yourself up into his truck and buckling yourself in. He backs out of the driveway, neither of you speaking.
For some reason this feels tense, the drive quiet and punctuated only by the gentle hum of the radio playing holiday favorites. Eventually the tension gets to Joel because he clears his throat. 
"So you're goin' back tomorrow."
"Yep."
"You excited?'
You look at Joel from the corner of your eyes, amusement clear in your features. It's such a dad thing to say. He looks uneasy, his dark eyes flicking from you to the road. 
"You don't have to pretend like you care," you tell him gently. 
"Who says I don't?"
"Joel," you say the meaning clear. 
This is fucking. This is carnal. This isn't a relationship. It's not a friendship. It's release, plain and simple. 
Joel doesn't like this. You can see it in the way he drums his thick fingers over the wheel, his dark brows furrowed. He's a man who cares, even if he tries not to and so he tries another tactic. 
"You got someone waiting for you back at school?"
You give a scoff.  "Nope. Got dumped right before Christmas. S'why Sarah brought me with her."
Joel gives a humming noise, looking thoughtful, his presence calming. It makes you feel like you should continue. 
"He was my first boyfriend," you say with your eyes on your hands in your lap. "When we broke up he said it was because he didn't want to settle down with the only girl he slept with."
Joel inhales slowly through his nose, your words upsetting him enough to now tighten his fist around the steering wheel. 
"Idiot boy to let you go."
You give a weak smile, holding back the tears that build behind your eyes. "The worst part is I thought we were getting engaged."
Joel's eyes widen. "Shit."
"Yeah," you nod again. "But, you know, it was for the best. I've realized after this week with you that he was terrible in bed."
Joel lets out a surprised laugh at this; warm and full. It makes you smile to hear it. He says nothing further and the silence descends once more, but this one comfortable. Eventually you stop at a big box store with Joel jogging in to grab the lights he told Tess he'd bring home. 
As you watch him you can't help but imagine what life as Joel's partner would be like. A cozy home with beautiful paintings on the walls. The smell of leather and wood shavings clinging to him as he rolls over in the morning, gathering you into his arms. 
There's a longing there, a sudden desire for more than sex. A warmth that you weren't expecting when this all started. 
Joel returns shortly with a box of lights under his arms and a plastic bag in the other. You look at his body, the wide shoulders and the strong thighs. Your eyes meet his and you see the desire in them as he winks at you. 
If you can't have him as your partner, you'll have him now. You'll have him any way you can. Joel gives you a small smirk as he tosses the lights and bag in the back seat of the truck.
"If Tess asks, you and I had a hard time choosing the best set."
You and I.
His words rattle around in your mind. 
You steal glances at him as the drive continues out of town, to where the trees are fuller, the landscape more desolate. You feel Joel's hand on your knee, fingers tracing small lines over the inside of your bare thighs. 
You sigh happily, basking in the warmth of Joel's touch. When his hand slides higher you part your legs without hesitation, eyes watching from under lowered lids as his long fingers skate under your skirt. 
His fingers curl under the fabric, ready to hit cotton and you hold a giggle as you wait for him to realize. He darts a look at you. 
"No panties?"
"Nope," you grin. 
"Good fucking girl," Joel murmurs approvingly. His voice scratches an itch deep inside you, making you preen. 
Traffic is thinning but the roads are still populated enough. That doesn't stop Joel from curling his fingers into you, marveling at how wet you are. 
"Always ready for me."
"Uh huh," you keen, hand flying to his. You maneuver his wrist slightly, pushing it deeper at that angle and crying out when it hits that sweet spot. 
"That's right," Joel encourages with a grin. "You show me what you like." 
He drives the truck, cock hard under his jeans as you give shuddering breaths beside him. His fingers dance over your slick clit as you try to remain composed, hearing as your cunt milks his fingers, your thighs quivering. He darts his eyes from you to the road and back again.
"C'mon baby," Joel urges you, his cheeks pinking. "Gimme a good one."
You do. Your hips buck into his hand as you cry out, body jolting in the seat and feeling your warm release dripping over his palm like honey.  
You watch in a daze as Joel brings his slick fingers out from under your skirt to his mouth, licking slowly. 
"Tastes so sweet," he rumbles. 
You let out a small moan at the sight of it. Your hand reaches for the bulge in his jeans but he shakes his head, gently pressing your hand away to fold back in your lap. 
"Not yet," he says with a voice of sin. "Be patient."
You don't have to be patient for much longer. In less than fifteen minutes you've arrived at the destination, a large dirt pile on one side, gravel stacks on the other. It looks like an abandoned quarry. 
"Where are we?"
"Construction site my company is working on," Joel murmurs. He turns the car off, unbuckling his seatbelt. You raise a brow. 
"Why here?"
"Got lots of privacy," Joel says smiling, his body tilting to face you. "Can be as loud as we want." 
You duck your head, suddenly shy. You crack the window slightly, needing something to cool the heat in your cheeks. Joel shifts into the middle of the bench seat, down to business. There's no seduction, no romance.
"Over my lap," Joel murmurs gently, his eyelids already heavy. "C'mon now."
You smile shyly as you unbuckle yourself and crawl over the bench seat. You move delicately over his lap, breath leaving you as your abdomen goes over his muscular thighs. Your face is burning as he brings your skirt up over your ass to your waist, making a humming noise as he looks at the sweet flesh waiting for him. 
Joel slaps your ass, watching it jostle under his hand. You yelp in surprise, but not in pain. His wide hand grips one cheek, his groans low and long. 
"All for me," he mutters and you bite your lower lip, groaning at how deep his voice is when he says it. 
He smacks it again, his cock hardening further under you as he watches your ass jiggle deliciously.   
"You’re up for anything aren't you?" 
You consider this as he places another slap to your ass, hypnotized at how your flesh moves under his hand. 
"Yeah." 
"You like older men?"
"Dunno," you say, arching as Joel's hand continues slapping your ass. "You're my first."
"You lyin' to me?"
"No Mister Miller," you say honestly, tilting so you can meet his surprised gaze. "I've only slept with one other person."
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Yeah."
He almost snarls at that. He urges you to a kneeling position before he twists you to face away from him on your knees.
Your shirt is tugged off over your head by him, discarded by your purse on the floor of the truck. Joel is behind you, urging you onto all fours on the seat as he pulls down his jeans. He grabs handfuls of your ass, squeezing and groaning. 
"Gonna let me fuck this little ass?"
For the first time since you've met him you pause. You've never done that before. It's never appealed to you. It still doesn't if you're honest. 
Joel seems to sense your hesitancy. You wait for him to chastise, to show his disappointment. But instead his voice drops an octave.
"On second thought, I wanna fuck that sweet pussy raw instead."
Joel is much more vocal here, less restrained in the privacy of his truck. You smile when you feel him notch himself at your entrance. 
"Gimme something to remember," Joel grunts out as he thrusts into you. You let out a hiss of pleasure at the sensation, hands curling around the worn material of the trucks seat. 
He sets a brutal pace, sending you flying if not for his hands holding your hips in place. He grunts out as he fucks into you, murmuring under his breath. You rock back and forth, ass bouncing off his hips as he thrusts. 
"Good girl ...good girl..."
You feel his wide right palm move to hold you in place by your lower back and you feel your pussy tighten around his cock. You jerk forward, your tits jolting as he slides between you, thrusting you forward and back.
"Use your left hand to pin me," you whimper. He's confused for a moment, hesitating before he does as you ask. He glowers at you when he realizes what you're after. 
"You want me looking at my wedding ring while I fuck you."
"Uh huh," you twist to look at him over your shoulder, smirking. He's looking at you with his jaw slack and eyes dark with desire.  Joel grunts out, hips smacking obscenely against the meat of your ass. 
"Want you to know how bad you’re being."
That you're choosing me an insidious voice whispers inside you. 
"Does your wife's pussy feel this good, Mister Miller?" you ask, moans being punched out of you with every thrust. "This wet 'n tight for you?" 
Joel gives a strangled groan as his hand tangles itself in your hair. He tugs, pulling you to arch against him. Your ass ripples with every thrust, your hands braced on the edges of the seat. 
"You fucking shut up and take this cock," Joel grunts out angrily. He watches your body start with every thrust into you. 
"I'll give you anything you want," you promise, voice cracking. "Just don't stop. You feel so fucking good."
"Pussy's never been fucked right," Joel tells you. 
"Uh uh," you shake your head as much as you can with Joel's fist still tugging. 
"Only fucked a boy," Joel says, his hips jerking forward. "When you needed a man's cock inside you."
"Yes Mister Miller," you groan out, tears flooding your waterline. It feels so fucking good. Not just because it's wrong but because he's so deep inside you and he knows what he's doing. 
"Gonna take all this come," Joel grunts and you can feel him starting to unravel.
 "Gonna take-"
Joel ceases abruptly, pulling from you so brutally you cry out. He practically shoves you away from him. 
"Put on your fucking clothes. Hurry."
There's a fear in his voice that you've never heard before. It prompts you to do as he asked, pulling the shirt back on and tucking it into your skirt. Joel tucks himself back into his jeans as you look out the rearview mirror just in time to see a cop car pulling up behind the truck .
"Shit," Joel swears and you can see the panic in his face. He knows how this looks. Alone with a college girl in his car, the band on his left finger a brutal reminder of how wrong it all is. 
The officer gets out of his car before slowly sauntering towards the truck. Joel is thankful for the cracked the window because fogged up windows would incriminate him absolutely. 
"Hey there," the officer says leaning over Joel's lowered window. 
"Hey officer," Joel says trying to sound calm. "I know I wasn't speeding..."
The two men chuckle lightly as you hold in an eye roll. Dad humor. 
"License and registration."
Joel's face is pinched as he leans over you to open the glove box. He pulls out some papers and then pulls his wallet from his back pocket, retrieving his license. You watch him pass off both to the officer. 
"What're you doing all the way out here... Joel Miller?" The officer says peering at the license from behind his aviators. 
My construction company is working on this site," Joel says, hands indicating out the windshield. "Wanted to check in on it over the holidays. Heard there were some break-ins nearby."
The officer’s eyes drag over to you, sitting quietly watching them. Suspicion fills the officers expression. 
"And you’re just tagging along, miss?"
Joel's head swivels to face you, eyes unreadable. But you know him; you can feel the anxiety coming off of him in waves. 
You straighten, giving the officer your best and brightest smile. The kind that says you're honest and trustworthy. The kind you use with professors when you need to turn in late assignments. 
"Yeah, my Daddy promised me a ride," you say, batting your eyelashes at the officer and smiling broadly. "I don't get to see him as much since I'm away at college." 
Joel is looking at you with a mix of confusion and horror. 
The officer's suspicion flees from his eyes, his countenance softening. You think that somewhere back home this officer has a daughter who ignores his texts, who rolls her eyes when he suggests a family game night. 
"Sweet she still wants to spend time with you at this age," the officer says almost fondly looking between you.
You nod, taking Joel's hand in yours. He's stricken, his hands barely curling around yours. 
"I'm really lucky," you say smiling sweetly at the officer. "He treats me so well but then again I'm always a good girl for you, right Daddy?"
You don't miss Joel's neck bobbing as you say this. Don't miss the swelling of his cock starting again under his jeans. He shifts, his shirt falling over the vee of his legs. 
"Yep," Joel nods stiffly. 
"I bet you are," the officer says with a warm smile. He hands Joel back his license before tapping a finger to the brim of his hat. "Well I won't interfere any more. Take care you two. Happy Holidays."
"Happy Holidays officer!" You chirp as Joel croaks out a weak farewell. You both watch as the officer loads back into his police car and drives off down the one way road. 
Minutes pass and the two of you are silent, waiting, watching. Finally you see Joel's shoulders relax and he lets out a breath. You giggle, relief flooding your senses. 
"Daddy?" Joel grimaces over at you. "Don't tell me you're one of those."
You shrug, uncertain. You may not be completely into it but Joel sure is, despite his denial. You see it in the blown out pupils of his dark eyes. 
"So do I get a ride?" you ask him as you crawl over to him, eyes trailing his body.  
"You insane?" Joel says with disbelief in his features. "We almost got caught by a fucking cop."
"He won't be back," you say grinning wickedly. Your finger goes to trace his still hard cock through his jeans. "And we both know you still want to." 
"Shouldn't," Joel groans even as he fumbles with the button and fly of his jeans. 
You crawl over his lap and situate yourself between Joel and the steering wheel, facing out the windshield. It’s so desolate, yet the thought that you could be caught turns you on. You start smiling as he tugs the t-shirt over your head again and pulls you onto his waiting cock. 
He slides seamlessly through your dripping folds, cupping your tits in his hands. You arch into his grip and begin to rock your hips. 
"Mhmmm, good girl."
You listen as Joel begins grunting behind you and you lean back, the back of your head tilted against his shoulder as he fucks up into you. Your hands hold loosely to his wrists whimpering when he begins to twist your nipples ever so slightly between his fingers. 
“Feels good, Daddy," you whisper, smirking when you hear Joel give a choke of surprise. 
You catch his heavy-lidded gaze in the rearview mirror and you grin. He likes that he can watch you fucking. You can see how he holds you against him, fucking up into you. You reach up to tilt the mirror slightly and then bring your legs up, forcing your thighs to part and giving a lewd view of where you’re connected. 
You bunch your skirt at your waist so you can both see him thrusting up between your legs in the mirrors reflection. You're both mesmerized at the sight of his glossy cock as it saws in and out of you.
"Daddy, you're so big."
"You're fucking sick," Joel says without conviction, his voice breathless. 
"Can feel you throbbing when I call you that, though." You giggle. "Can feel it when your fucking me with your big cock, Daddy."
Joel makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. You feel him tightening every time the word passes through your lips. 
"Stop pretending you don't like it, Mister Miller."
You give him a wink in the rearview mirror before just tilting back and enjoying the sight of you two fucking.  You both look good together, Joel’s handsome face over your shoulder so he can watch his cock splitting you over and over. You see your tits hanging out, rosy tipped nipples between his fingertips. They ripple as Joel enters you over and over. The slick of Joel's cock shines between your legs. 
His right hand slides over the crease of your thigh, nimble fingers gliding over the slick pearl of your clit. You give a gutteral moan as pleasure shoots through you. 
"Atta girl," Joel smiles broadly at your reflection, watching you bounce for him, his thumb circling your clit with shocking precision. 
You groan, your breathing becoming staccato-ed. You don't know how you're going to go back to regular life. How you're going to attend classes and pretend like this last week and a half never happened. 
"Feels good riding Daddy's cock, doesn't it?" Joel rasps against your ear, eyes still on yours in the mirror bringing you back to the present.
There he is. 
"Yes Daddy."
"Good girl."
It feels so debauched, so illicit. Joel still can't look away, eyes glued to the mirror and his hips move faster as he watches him fuck you in his truck. The same truck he drives to work and does the weekly shopping trip in. 
"So fuckin' good for Daddy... So fuckin' wet."
You can tell he's far gone, words slurring. You give a wide lurid smile, rocking your hips down over him. You watch his face in the mirror and see the glaze to his eyes, the way his jaw is hanging slightly ajar. He whimpers, a needy sound that lets you know you have him exactly where you need him. 
Joel groans, fingers dimpling your thighs as he fucks up into you faster. Your eyes are rolling back, making Joel jerk his hips up quicker. 
"Please," you moan. "Need it."
"What do you need, good girl?" 
"Need you to fill me up," you whine, voice breaking with every thrust of him into you. You rock against him, ass bouncing. 
"You need Daddy's come?" Joel grunts out, hand lightly holding you against him by the throat. 
You can only whine a reply of "yes!", being tugged so harshly against his cock that your teeth crash together. And then you feel that tension in you snap and pleasure floods you, causing you to let out cracked cries of "daddy please!" as you ride out your orgasm, watching Joel the entire time.
"Take it take it," Joel groans, hands going to your waist, holding you in place as his hips move with jerking desperation. "Daddy's girl, Daddy's good girl..."
You watch as Joel's face contorts, eyes slamming shut as he empties himself into you, crying out as he thrusts one finger time and you feel him erupt inside you. He buries his face in the back of your neck as his hips slowly stutter to a stop.
"Fuuuuck," he murmurs as he pulls his softening cock from between your legs. "That was good."
"It really was," you say, sagging against the steering wheel and giving a breathless laugh. Joel's hand is resting on your thigh, gently tracing his fingertips there. 
You take a moment to compose yourself before glancing over your shoulder to look at Joel. His face is so close, your lips almost grazing. You two lock eyes, breathing against each other's mouths. It's you who moves first, lips inching to his. But it's Joel who twists his head, blinking. 
"We should get back." 
Joel shifts and you pull yourself off of his lap, crawling back to where you were sitting. Joel leans back to grab something from the bag. 
"Here, I uh, I bought this earlier," Joel says handing you a packet of wipes and a small towel. You smirk before using them to clean his spend from between your legs. 
Eventually the truck starts and you watch the quarry grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. You drive in silence, not even the radio to accompany you on your journey back. 
"Can I ask you somethin'?"
You glance over at Joel who looks strangely withdrawn. "Sure."
"Why didn't you go home to your parents place? Didn't they miss you this Christmas?"
"They uh.... " you trail off, wincing a bit. "They don't really... My parents don't really care what I do. We all kinda do our own thing."
You can feel it immediately, the pity radiating off of Joel. It makes you cringe, your hands twisting around the edge of the seat. 
"Maybe if you tried talkin'-"
"I'd worry about your own family before you start giving me advice about mine," you snap out at him feeling irritable. Joel's dark eyes scan to you before going back to the road. 
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know Sarah has a secret boyfriend back here? Apparently your friends with his dad," you tell him, cheeks warm. "She's afraid you'll judge her if she tells you because he didn't finish college."
You see Joel's jaw clench and you feel so satisfaction at his discomfort. You realize it's not just about this, but the kiss he shied from earlier.
But guilt overwhelms you when you realize you've out-ed your best friend. 
"I'm not telling you this so you'll be shitty to her," you chastise. "I'm telling you this because you love your daughter and you guys have a great relationship. You're lucky."
You break off temporarily, swallowing.
"She really likes him. And if you tell her you hate him she's just gonna see him in secret like she has been this entire trip."
Joel drives silently, eyes narrowed. You know he's fighting an internal battle. 
"The way Sarah talks about you? You're her hero," you say quietly. "The thought of disappointing you kills her."
You see it in his eyes first, the softening as your words hit home. You see what it's like to be a father first and a disciplinarian second. You look away, feeling your heart being clutched at by a tight yet invisible grip.
Minutes later Joel's hand finds your knee as he drives, squeezing. 
"Thanks for tellin' me."
"You're welcome."
Finally you pull into the driveway, hiding the bag of wipes and hand towels under the passenger’s seat. Joel looks strangely sombre as he turns the ignition off, glancing at you. 
"You know, you're a very special-"
"Please Joel," you say wincing. "Don't." 
Before he can say anything more you slip from the truck, heading into the house, feeling his eyes following your every step.
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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 9
A/N: Thank you for your patience as I got hella distracted trying to write this! Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait. If you missed it, this is the time travel/soulmate au with Elvis and a fem!reader. It's still 2016/1966.
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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, FLUFF (this chapter is pretty tame)
Word count: ~1.9k
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Instead, you lay together intertwined so that you can't tell where he ends and you begin.
******
In the morning, you awaken to him watching you sleep. When you stir and open your eyes, he kisses your forehead gently.
"Good morning, honey."
"Hi. Did you sleep?"
"A little bit. I was kind of afraid this was a dream. And I didn't want to wake up." You snuggle into him and wrap your arms around him.
"This is real. I'm real."
"I'm so glad." You look up at him from where your head is on his chest.
"You didn't leave last night."
"I know. I don't plan on leaving any time soon."
"Elvis-"
"Let's just not talk about it right now. Please."
"Okay." You know the argument needs to happen, but not right now. It's too nice to just lay in his arms again. Honestly, you wouldn't mind it if he stuck around for a while.
The alarm on your phone goes off. You only have half an hour to pack up and check out of the hotel. Then you'll need to begin the long drive back to your house. You flick the tv to the weather channel just to check the weather for the trip. It's still February, so you never know what might be happening.
You gasp and sit up when you see the map. There's a snowstorm covering your entire area of the country. You look back down at Elvis and he sits up too.
"We need to go. Now."
"Is that snow?"
"Yes. We need to get back there before it's too bad." His eyes sparkle with excitement.
"I love snow." He pops up out of the bed and starts gathering things from around the room, eager to get on the road.
Twenty minutes later, you're walking down to your car with your suitcase. Once you settle into the car, you begin the long journey back to your house.
******
You finally make it home after the two-day drive, stopping at a motel for the night in between. This time you only get one bed and spend the whole night cuddled up together. The hours spent driving are filled with conversation and laughter that bring you closer together with each mile that passes. And when you don't talk, you sing. He loves how you can harmonize with him and the music you make together is beautiful. Sometimes he just listens as you sing along to a song he doesn't know. And sometimes you listen to him, especially when it's a particularly soulful gospel song. Overall, the trip serves as a reminder of your affection for each other and by the end of it you're as much in love as you've ever been.
When he pulls into your driveway, the snow is already coming down pretty heavily and you're glad he is there to drive for you. You run into the house and drop your suitcase in the foyer. He lifts you in his arms to carry you to the bedroom.
"Which way?" You direct him to your room, where he kicks open the door and half tosses you on the bed, both of you laughing. He crawls in on top of you and pushes his hips into yours. Then, he lays his head on your shoulder.
"Honey, as much as I want to fuck you tonight, I'm exhausted."
"Oh thank God. Me too. Can we just sleep?" You laugh and kiss his forehead. He kisses your lips and then lays next to you.
"When did we get old?" He turns his head and looks at you.
"Speak for yourself. I'm only 29." He rolls over on top of you again and kisses your neck aggressively, tickling your sides.
"Oh, I'm old? Am I too old, honey?" You giggle and try to wriggle away from him.
"Stop! No! Never! You said you were old!" He continues to tickle you with his chin on your chest and you laugh hysterically. He laughs too as you wrestle and eventually get to where you're straddling him as he lays on his back.
You collapse on his chest and he holds you while you both try to catch your breath.
"I love you, y/n."
"I love you too, Elvis." He kisses the top of your head. You both kick off your shoes and then you settle into the crook of his arm.
"We should put on pajamas."
"Yeah, we should."
But you don't. You both fall asleep in your clothes, snuggled together on your bed.
******
You wake up to the sound of Elvis opening the drapes in your bedroom.
"Look at the snow!" He is practically giddy with excitement.
"What time is it?"
"Time to get up!"
"Elvis. I don't really like the snow." You feel like you're about to break his heart with this admission and he does look rather stricken.
"You don't? Why not?" You really don't want to tell him, but you've never been good at keeping secrets from him.
"Honestly? Snow makes me wish I had children to play in it."
"Oh, honey." He comes back to the bed and kneels down beside you. You sniffle and try to hide the fact that you're about to cry. He kisses your cheek and then strokes your hair.
"I just want to stay in bed today." He looks at you and considers your request.
"Nope. We're going outside. I'm your kid today."
"Elvis-"
"No excuses." He throws the covers off of you and you groan. "Please. For me."
You sit up and look at him pouting like a little boy. It won't hurt anything to go outside with him. You stand up out of bed and his whole face lights up.
Once you're both dressed in appropriate snow attire, he drags you outside. There's a good 10-12 inches of fresh powder on the ground, so there's plenty to play in. He starts by laying on top of you to make a snow angel. You laugh as he moves your arms and legs.
"I've never made a snow angel like this before." You giggle.
"You've never made 'em with me before." He kisses you on the mouth deeply before pulling you to stand up. You turn to admire your angel and as you do, he grabs a fistful of snow and chunks it at your back.
"Hey!" You turn around and he hits you in the chest with another one. You grab a handful of snow and throw it back at him. It hits him on his shoulder and he runs at you, throwing you over his shoulder while you scream. This continues for a while before he has the idea to build a snowman.
You roll and pack snow until you step back to admire your handiwork. He's not pretty, but he'll do. Elvis wraps himself around you from behind and kisses your cheek. That's when he notices you're shivering. He sings in your ear.
"Baby it's cold outside." And you nod. You feel like your socks are soaked through. "Let's go in and get warm. It'll be dark soon anyway."
You look at the sun where it hangs low in the sky. You've spent the whole afternoon outside playing in the snow with him. Together, you make your way back to the front door. Once you're inside, you begin the process of stripping off your wet clothes. While you do that, you order a pizza to share. It comes and you sit at your small dining table and eat.
"I'm gonna make us a fire. Does your fireplace work?"
"Yes! And I even have firewood."
"Good. Gather up some blankets." You do as you're told and he moves the coffee table and builds a fire for you. Then, he lays out the blankets on the floor and makes a sort of pallet for you to lay on together.
"C'mere." He settles himself on the blankets and pats the space next to him. You lay down next to him and he wraps you in his arms. For the first time since this morning, you're actually warm.
"This is nice."
"It is." He kisses your ear and you shiver for a completely different reason. You turn to look at him and he runs his fingertips down the side of your face. He leans forward and presses his lips to yours gently. His hand finds its way to your hip and he plunges into a more passionate kiss, pulling your hips in to his. You feel him hardening as your tongue slides against his.
He begins to undress you, layer by layer, removing his own clothes as he goes. Eventually, you're both naked, pressed against each other on the blankets, the fire crackling behind you. He drags his fingertips down the side of your body and back up again. This gives you goosebumps, so you scoot in closer to him, laying your leg over his hip. He's fully hard now, his dick pushing against your lower stomach.
"Y/n?"
"Yes, baby?" Your eyes are locked together as he gently moves his hand over your body.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Your body is incredible. And I love your soul with my entire being." He kisses your lips softly.
"I love you too-"
"I'm not finished yet."
"Please continue then." He smiles and kisses you again.
"You are the other half of me. I love your passion, your heart for others, and the way you love me. I can't imagine my life without you." You look into his eyes, not sure where he's going with all of this.
He lifts your leg and gently pushes his cock inside you, filling you slowly. He holds your hip with his hand and begins to slide in and out of you.
"Nothing about me makes sense without you. And I want you- I need you- more than anything else on earth." He moves a little faster, fucking into you passionately. You start to sweat a little as the combination of the pleasure and the fire heat you up. He's sweating too and the places where your skin meets are burning and wet. He pushes your hair back, running his fingers through it. Then, he rolls over on top of you without pulling out. He moves faster and faster as he pumps in and out of you, kissing your neck and your chin up to your mouth.
"I am more in love with you than I ever thought was possible. I belong to you, body, heart, and soul." He continues to push in and out of you with more and more speed and intensity. You feel your climax begin to build and pray that you'll be able to reach it together. As the tension continues to grow, he kisses your mouth deeply and rolls his hips forward to meet yours over and over. Finally, the coil snaps and you feel your body float as the blood rushes from your center out to your fingertips and back again. At exactly the same time, he shudders and shoots you full of his warmth. He pumps weakly a couple more times and then kisses your mouth. He pulls back and looks into your eyes.
"I'll say it a thousand times. I love you, y/n. I'm staying here with you. And I want you to marry me. Will you?" Your heart skips. That's what he was building up to. A battle rages inside you for thirty seconds and then it stops and you know there's only one answer.
"Yes."
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Can I submit the cat I’m adopting this weekend? He has a very funny adoption name and I found him on petfinder. Driving two hours through negative temps to go him this Sunday and I’m so excited, I’ve waited three weeks for him ; v ;
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alwaysonthemend · 7 months
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Author’s Note: Hello my horny friends. I hope this fic finds you well. Have some vulgar Jacob smut. This is self-indulgent, as it usually is. Jake makes me question my sanity… this fic is merely a glimpse for you all into my madness. This is a little on the shorter side but when it's literally just porn and no plot that's what happens. Also VERY minimally edited so apologies in advance. 
Once again, this fic wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for @jakeyt I hope you know that I love you so much and I’m so glad I have you in my life. Your constant encouragement means the world. 
Content Warnings: Oral (f rec) p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cussing, dirty talk, Jake being cocky. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
Word Count: 2927
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The thing is, it never really gets easier – the whole long distance thing that is. You get better at it, sure. But it never actually becomes easier to deal with. If anything, you only miss him more when he’s gone than you used to. Jake has this… aura about him that draws you into him – pulling you into his orbit whether you want to be or not. Though he’s not known to his fans as the loud one (that title remains firmly on Josh), Jake’s personality when he’s with you is anything but subdued. He’s sweet like no other man you’ve ever met, and can make you laugh harder than anyone else, and the comfort that he radiates is unparalleled. And so his absence is only made all the more painful the longer you’ve been with him. 
This time especially, going on almost two months without getting to see him, you’re physically aching to be near him again. Daily texts and FaceTimes only satisfy you so much, and at this point you’re desperate. He’s coming home tonight and your body is practically vibrating with your excitement as you tidy up things around the house in order to pass the time. 
He’d said he’d be home around 7pm and god have these past few hours been the longest of your entire life. You’ve showered and shaved – making sure to use the body wash that Jake loves the smell of; and you’ve slipped into the little lingerie set that always drives him nuts, coupled with nothing but one of his old t-shirts. The two of you had phone sex a few times throughout his absence, but the action only ever leaves the both of you aching and missing the other even more. Jake has always been a tactile individual, loving the feeling of you and the feeling of the two of you together. So you know that as soon as he gets home he’s going to be all over you. That at least, is one positive of his long absences. Fuck is the welcome home sex incredible.
Taking a seat on the sofa, you glance up at the clock for what feels like the millionth time. 
7:07pm 
You clench your thighs in anticipation as you watch the front door. You’re almost embarrassed by the way you're literally sitting here waiting like a dog for its owner to come home. But it really has been so long so you figure you’ve earned the right to be this desperate.
You glance up again. 
7:16
Furrowing your brow, you check your phone to see if he’s texted you. Nothing. 
Sighing, you click your phone off and place it back down on the table. 
Another five minutes. 
You check your phone again. Then the clock. Then your phone again. You fix your hair. Check the clock again. 
And just when it hits 7:45 and you’re about to pick up your phone to call him, the front door practically slams open and in steps Jake – looking frazzled and annoyed but no less handsome than he had the last time you saw him. 
“Fuck, I hate airports.” His voice is the same as you remember it too – deep and soft as it envelopes you like a warm hug. 
Rising from your seat quickly, you stride over to where he’s standing, surveying his appearance for a moment. His hair is slightly longer, the ends resting just below his shoulders. He’s shaved since the last time you FaceTimed, but the barely there dusting of hair that adorns his top lip lets you know that maybe he’s thinking of growing it out again. 
You both stand there for a second, eyeing the other in a strange dance of anticipation. Finally, you reach out and grip his wrist, tugging him in close to you. Almost as if the action broke the seal, suddenly he’s on you, shoving you backwards until your back slams into the wall. 
“Jake.” You whine, but he silences you by sealing his lips over yours, immediately plunging his tongue into your waiting mouth. It’s all teeth and tongues and there’s nothing but desperation behind it as he practically devours you. The both of you moan as his bulge presses against you. 
“Missed you so much, angel.” He breathes out between kisses, and all you can do is whimper in response as his plush lips trail down to your throat, nipping and biting as he goes. 
You bring your hands up to tangle in his hair, tugging on it hard to get a reaction from him. Never one to disappoint, a groan rumbles through his chest at the sting. 
His strong hands grip your hips and lift, effortlessly picking you up and you wrap your legs around his waist to steady yourself. His mouth doesn’t leave your skin once as he walks the two of you over to the sofa before he unceremoniously deposits you onto it.
Still trapped between your thighs, Jake sinks to the floor onto his knees. 
“Missed you too. So much.” You tell him, gripping his shoulders and digging your fingers into the hard muscle that lies hidden beneath his button down shirt. 
He pulls away from you for a moment and his eyes look practically black as he stares at you. His chest is heaving and his lips are already swollen and slick with spit. You’re sure that you probably look even worse off than he does as your desperation for him grows with each passing second.
“I’ve been thinking about this for days.” He admits, splaying his palms out on your thighs and spreading your knees apart. His eyes trail downwards and you watch with rapt attention as they widen slightly as he sees the deep green lace of your panties. A wolfish grin spreads across his lips. “These are my favorite.” 
“I know.” Your voice comes out quiet, almost a whisper. “Put them on just for you.” 
“You spoil me.” His finger trails across your clothed center, just barely pressing into your clit through the fabric. 
You whine and spread your legs wider, begging him to finally touch you where you need him. 
“And as gorgeous as you look in these…” He says, hooking his fingers in the elastic and tugging. “You look even better without them.” 
He slides the lacey fabric down your legs, allowing you to kick them off onto the floor. His eyes rake across you, greedily taking in the sight of your drenched pussy for the first time in weeks. 
“Fuck.” He whispers, licking his lips and running a calloused finger through your folds. “Even prettier than I remember.” 
Sweeping his eyes up to yours, Jake grips your thighs again tightly before diving into you, sucking on your clit and drawing a loud moan from you. 
“Jake!” Your eyes slam shut at the immediate relief of his mouth on you. 
He’s eating you out like it’s his job, plunging his tongue into you roughly as his nose presses into your swollen bundle of nerves. Your moans and whines are interrupted by his own sounds – tiny little groans and grunts as he diligently brings you closer and closer to the edge of climax. 
Embarrassingly fast, that coil in your belly begins to tighten and you reach down to tug on his hair in warning. Instead of drawing away, Jake only renews his efforts and the coil snaps as your orgasm tears through you. He laps up your release without pause, moaning at the taste of you before pulling away.
“That was fast.” He grins, a smug smirk overtaking him. 
“Fuck off. It’s been too long.” You tell him, trying to catch your breath. 
“Or I’m just that fucking good.” 
You shake your head at him, fighting a grin. 
“Mmm. Missed you being a cocky little shit.” You tell him, sarcasm clear in your tone. 
“Did you now?” He hedges, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. 
“Oh yeah. I really miss- Oh!”
Without warning, Jake plunges a finger into you, immediately finding that spot inside you that drives you fucking wild. 
“What was that?” He asks, adding another finger. 
You can’t answer, too focused on the heavenly feeling of his fingers that you missed so much. 
“I’ll tell you what I missed.” He says, fingers picking up their pace as he fucks you with them. “I missed this pretty pussy. And I missed those lovely sounds that you make when I hit that special little spot inside of you.” He punctuates his sentences by curling his fingers upwards and brushing your g-spot, drawing a loud cry from you. “Like that one. Fuck, I missed that sound.” 
“Jesus Christ.” You moan, overcome with pleasure as he presses his thumb into your clit, rubbing tight circles over you. 
This is so much better than all those nights on the phone with him – nights where you lay there wishing that it was his fingers pleasuring you and not your own. But now he’s finally here, and the combination of having him after so long coupled with his stupidly talented fingers has your second orgasm approaching just as quickly as the first. 
“Come on, angel.” He encourages, eyes glued to where his fingers fuck in and out of you. “Give it to me.” 
The band snaps for the second time, and this time the feeling is white hot and overwhelming, leaving you with shaky legs and a brain completely absent of any conscious thought. 
“Jacob!” You whine, body left reeling as he pulls his fingers from you. “I need your cock. Please. Fuck, I need it.” You beg, reaching out to him to pull him in closer. 
“I know. I know, angel.” He mutters, extracting himself from your grip and standing up. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the ground before turning away from you. You furrow your brows for a moment as you watch him start to leave before realization washes over you. 
Condom your brain finally supplies. He’s going to get a condom. 
As if acting on its own accord, your hand darts out to wrap around his wrist, stopping him. He turns back to you, confusion clouding his eyes as he takes in your expression. 
Before you can talk yourself out of it, you shake your head at him. 
“No condom.” 
“But-” he starts, turning back around to face you fully. “You’re not on birth control.” 
“I know.” You say as you stare into his eyes, silently begging for him to catch on to what you mean. 
He does, and his mouth parts in surprise as your meaning finally hits him. 
“Y/n.” He hedges, taking a step back towards you. “You-” he stops himself, unsure and afraid of reading the situation wrong. 
“I miss you so much when you’re gone, Jake.” You admit, pulling him even closer to you. “Want something of yours to keep with me when you leave.” 
Jake groans, dropping his hand downwards to palm his hard cock. 
“Fuck, are you sure?” He sounds fucking wrecked – voice broken in a way you haven’t heard it before. 
“Very.” You assure him, biting your lip as you glance up at him. “I’ve been thinking about it since you left. I want it so bad, Jake.” 
“I need to hear you say it, Y/n.” His eyes are dark as he watches you, chest heaving as the weight of your words seem to finally sink in. 
“Jake,” you start, willing him to see just how serious you are. “I want you to fill me up. Put a baby in me. Please, Jake.” 
He moans loudly and he looks almost pained as you speak. Without hesitation, he practically rips the button of his jeans open before shoving them downwards, yanking his boxers down with them. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach and weeping with precum. You’ve never seen him so hard before – the velvety skin shiny and red. You spread your legs and scoot backwards, pressing your back into the arm of the sofa. He all but collapses onto the sofa between your legs and a fresh wave of slick gushes from you as you see the slight tremble of his shoulders. He’s fucking shaking. 
“Say it again.” He demands, grabbing his length and sliding his tip through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it over himself. 
“Put a baby in me, Jake. Fill me up. I want it so bad.”
“Fuck.” He whines – an honest to god whine, before he plunges into you. 
You let out a loud wail as he finally enters you, stretching you deliciously. 
“I missed your cock so much!” You cut yourself off with another moan. You reach upwards and hook your hands behind his shoulders to pull him into you, capturing his lips with yours as he pounds into you. 
“Fuck, baby.” His voice is deeper than it ever has been before and it cracks slightly on the last word. “You wanna know what I think about when I’m up there on stage?”
You nod, dropping your head backwards and wrapping your legs around him to pull him in deeper. 
“God.” He starts, moaning loudly before continuing on breathlessly. “I think about you. Every fucking time.” He grabs your ankle and tosses it up over his shoulder, making his cock sink even deeper into you. “I imagine you like this. Beneath me. I get so worked up just thinking about it. Like I could just fucking explode right up there on stage."
“Jake.” You whine, but there’s nothing to follow it up with. It’s like you’re in a fog, aware of nothing beyond the man on top of you and the delicious feeling of his cock pounding into you so fucking deep. 
“It gets me so hard, angel. So hard it hurts. All those people screaming my name but it’s you that I’m thinking about.”
"Is that why you hump your poor guitar?" You manage to stutter out breathlessly.
Jake chuckles and nods his head.
"Can't fucking help it "
You lean upwards and kiss him again, biting his bottom lip between your teeth. Your brain can’t seem to create words anymore and all coherent thought has long since flown out the window.
Jake groans into the kiss before dropping his chin to press his forehead into yours. His hips snap into you at a bruising pace and you know that you’ll be sore tomorrow. 
“M’gonna cum, Jake." You warn through clenched teeth. "Fuck I’m cumming!” Your climax is sharp – slicing through you with reckless abandon as Jake keeps fucking you through it. Your entire body trembles and the wet sound of Jake’s length slamming in and out of you is fucking obscene. 
Roughly, Jake grabs your waist and turns you over and your hands scramble to try and catch yourself from face planting into the arm of the sofa. Grabbing your hips in both hands, Jake pulls you back into him to meet each thrust. The room is filled with nothing but the sound of his skin hitting yours and the moans and whines spilling from the both of you 
“Oh my god. Oh my god, Jake. Fuck!” You practically scream. “Right fucking there!”
“You’re mine, angel.” He growls into your ear. “Gonna fill you up. Get you fucking pregnant. Show everyone that you belong to me.” 
“Fill me up, Jake. Sir, please.” The ‘sir’ slips out of you on instinct, and you can feel Jake starting to lose his control. He’s fucking you harder than he ever has – his movements practically feral.
“God, the fans...” He starts, reaching his right hand up to tangle in your hair and pull – causing you to arch backwards into him. “They’re gonna fucking lose it seeing you all big and round with MY baby. Jesus.” 
“I want it so bad, Jake. Knock me up! Please!” Your words are starting to slur together and you can feel it as your body starts to tremble and shake. It feels like your nerve endings are on fire. 
“You’re gonna be so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant, Y/n.” He growls, his pace beginning to falter. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” 
“Give it to me, Jake.” You beg, tossing your head back with a moan as he reaches his hand around you to circle your clit. 
“Gonna give it to you, angel. Get you fucking fat and pregnant. Fuck!”
A high pitch moan escapes you as you cum again, and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length has him spilling into you. 
He groans loudly as he finishes – louder than you’ve ever heard him as he rocks his hips into you, making sure to get every last drop of his release deep inside of you. 
Finally, he collapses into you – utterly spent. You both lay there in silence, the sweat covering both of you causing your skin to stick together, though both of you are too tired to care. 
Eventually, he pulls out of you, hissing as he goes. You roll over onto your back, taking in the fucked out expression on his face. 
“Hi.” You say, grinning up at him. 
“Hi, baby.” His smile back to you is soft and his eyes practically glitter as they look at you. “Think it worked?”
You giggle softly. 
“I hope so. If not, we’ll just have to try again.”
“We should probably just go ahead and try again tomorrow anyway. Just to be safe.” 
That draws a real laugh out of you, and he leans down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. 
“Y/n.” He says suddenly, pulling away from the kiss with wide eyes. “I’ve just realized something.” 
“What?” You ask, taken aback by his abruptness. 
“Your boobs are gonna get so big.” He says with a wolfish grin, and you sigh at him dramatically. 
“Jacob Thomas Kiszka, you are a menace.”
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☆ tags // mike schmidt x reader, loser!mike x dom!gn!reader,
☆ mentions // mike is a needy loser who begs for your attention, dick sucking, edging, cum drinking, reader doms mike, angst, fluff, smut, needy and desperate mike, reader has like wrapped around their finger., missionary, unprotected p in v (wrap it) minors dni 18+
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your work has been consuming you, working long hours, barely coming home on time, sleeping all until your next shift and just being busy. your boyfriend, mike, hates it. he hates that you’re never home, he hates that he never sees you, and he hates that you two haven’t had sex in weeks.
he’s been a brat about it ever since you took more hours, and he never took the time to realize that you’re only working so hard to provide for things he’d want, i mean, you are the house breadwinner. ever since his pizzeria secrurity job ended you’ve had to work since he couldn’t get hired anywhere.
as you’re working you get texts after texts from mike. “are you gonna be home on time?” “i miss you.” “i need you it’s been so long” he spams you.
god, he’s so needy. you roll your eyes at the text. if he doesn’t chill the hell out for atleast 3 more hours you’re going to loose your mind, does he not know that it’s hard for you too?
as the hours go by you think of ways to surprise him. maybe some lingerie? maybe a new toy for you two to experiment with? maybe some flavored lube? the possibilities are endless. you count down to the second you get off your shift, simply texting mike “wait up on me, i have a surprise.” as you clock out and go to your car.
you arrive at the nearest mall and get a cute lingerie set from the Spencer’s located within. a black lacy bra with a golden heart charm between the breasts, the bottom piece is a black and lacy with “baby” on the butt written in rhinestones. you knew he would love it but you didn’t expect him to like it as much as he did.
as you’re getting back in your car to drive home, you get a sudden rush of excitement. wondering how he’ll react at the site of you. you even put on red lipstick to top it all off. as you arrive at home, you change into your new set in your car, it fit perfectly around your shape. you swiftly but your work clothes back on. you still need this to be a surprise.
you enter the house and throw your keys on the kitchen table. you walk into your room and mike is waiting patiently for you, god his bulge is showing just by the thought of you coming home.
before he could say anything you strip as soon as you get through your door, watching his eyes gaze at your body in your new set. giving him a spin around so he could see your rhinestone covered ass.
mikes eyes widen at the site of you, a wet spot already forming at the tip of the tent in his sweatpants. “oh my god” he says softly as he stares at your figure.
you stand in your set in front of him, your fingers dancing across your chest, driving him crazy. you get on your knees in front of him and bring his sweatpants down, followed by his boxers. pulling them down just below his balls. his dick springs out of his pants, hot and red at the tip with precum pooling out.
you leave one kiss on his tip as your lips take in his precum. leaving the red lipstick kiss mark on his dick. he immediately groans at the sensation, feeling better than he has in weeks just by the expectation of you giving him head.
but you’re not giving in that easily. you kiss and lick around his shaft, but never long enough for him to get a release from it, your lipstick leaving red stains all around his hard on.
“please suck, i’ve been thinking about it all night please” he pleads with almost tears in his eyes from the overstimulation. it’s so cute seeing him like this but who are you to say no to his request?
as per his request you start, you wrap your red lips around his tip and his hand pushes your head down, it’s almost insulting but god, it’s so needy of him and that drove you crazy. you fully emerge yourself around him and he lets out a sore whimper.
you gag on his dick as you’re sucking, he throws his head back and keeps his hand on the back of your head, gripping on your hair. his dick twitches in your mouth signaling he’s close to cumming. “m’gonna cum” he moans, only the whites of his eyes showing. as his words hit your ears you stop, red lipstick covering the shaft of him.
he looks devastated at your action. “please let me cum, i’ve been waiting so long.” he begs. it’s almost cute how desperate he is for you. you want to keep going for him but you stop yourself. “now is it really fair if you get to get off and i don’t? is that fair? i’ve been waiting just as long as you have.” you say
you push him back on the bed, his dick springing up, tip still red and sensitive. you wrap your hands around him, feeling the warmth of him.
you basically rip your panties off of yourself, positioning yourself on top of him, sliding his dick inside you, grinding on him as you look him in the eyes. “you look so pretty when i’m overstimulating your dick. so, so pretty.” you say as you place a hand on his cheek
he moans your name as he places his hands on your hips, so tightly that you’re certain it’ll leave bruises. you want that, the pain would be a reminder of this amazing night.
your hair flips around your neck, your face flushed with a pink tint and sweat beaming off your forehead. his dick assaults your walls as his tip brushes your gspot causing you to let out a soft moan of his name. his fingers make their way to your clit, moving soft circles along it, making you pant soft sounds.
mike almost cums on contact with your body, but he knows he has to stop himself. he has to make this good for you. he has to make this last as long as he can. “fuck, i’m gonna cum mike.” you whimper. he speeds up, hitting your gspot with each thrust he leads you to bounce on.
“m’so close” you whimper, his fingers bring themselves to your chest, god he loved it so much. especially in that new bra. his teeth graze your nipples, biting them so softly but it feels so much more intense this way. so intimate, yet so dirty.
“can i cum now? please” he moans. how could you say no? “cum in me, please cum in me” you say, and he does. leaving thick white pools in you, the warmth making you shake as you finish, as you remove yourself from on him, you pour out a mix of both of your releases. he brings a finger to your wetness and brings it up to his mouth, sucking on them. he loves the taste of you.
please come home earlier next time.
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