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Sidemen NSFW Alphabet | Harry Lewis

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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Sweet boy once all of the sex is done. Gives soft, chaste little kisses against your back and neck and lets you have a moment to recover whilst he runs a bath. Carries you to the bath and sits down before helping you get in with him- your back against his chest, his humming sending vibrations into your body whilst you sit in the comfortable waters, closing your eyes whilst he massages your scalp with shampoo... Super soft aftercare.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) Made this headcannon before, but probably the tummy. You might be a bit insecure about it, thinking it doesn't look as toned as you want it to- but Harry couldn't care less, in fact, he loves it right where it is. He'd love resting his head on your tummy whilst your on the phone- just so that you can run your hands through his hair and make it all spiky and messed up whilst you talk, him just zoning out to the sound of your pretty voice and enjoying your presence... And sometimes just when spooning or cuddling, Harry reaches around to put his hand on your stomach- just liking the feeling of having something to hold. Always makes you laugh because it's kinda ticklish, but it never stops him from reaching around to touch his fave part of you- showering your stomach in affectionate kisses and rubs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Inside you. Probs started the relationship with condoms but both of you felt it was too restrictive, so you got onto the pill- which was when Harry started his anti-condom phase, absolutely drunk on the feeling of cumming inside you- absolutely insisting to doing it every time. Life's never been the same for him since that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Probably that he likes being dommed every so often. Sometimes he likes brat-taming, other times he just likes being able to be controlled- told to lie back, marked up with hickeys, get praised- sometimes even degraded. Oh god, this man would just love you being vocal in the bedroom. When he's on top and fucking you he's trying to make your neighbours remember his name. And when you're on top of him, hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing it just enough to have his head spinning, he'd want you to tell him how well he's doing, or say those degrading words that only added to the pleasure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) Definitely knows what he's doing, like, he isn't inexperienced per say. Can do it and leave you satisfied, but that doesn't mean he isn't gonna try new things. Would wanna discover different things with you just to see whether either of you like them... And probably has a few weird experiences that he brings up every so often as if "Being put in a gimp mask" is an ordinary thing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Depends on his mood- missionary is his all time favourite, but if he's in the mood for it, then cowgirl can't top it. He likes being able to see you- your face and the way your tits bounce every time he thrusts or you ride, when your on top. As we've established, when he feels like being dommed- nothing beats his hands on your waist, supporting each of your bounces whilst he watches your tits jump with each thrust- your hand also strategically wrapped around his neck so that you can lean forwards and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. And when he's horny and has the higher drive than you, he'll pin your hands above your head and pound you in missionary, his other free hand able to roam up and down your body- squeezing your chest or giving extra stimulation to your clit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Generally, he's quite horny-brained and can only think of pleasuring the two of you. But sometimes, if you're riding and his mind wanders for a moment, he might just let out a "helicopter, helicopter... aaAA-" Which does indeed make you stop so that you can just burst out laughing at him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) There's hair down there. I think generally he's quite comfy with however it is, but occasionally he'll shave it down a bit so that it doesn't become a jungle down there. November's always rough, as he is an active participator in Movember. But as soon as December comes 'round, best believe that man gets SHEARED.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Really very loving. He's passionate and talks dirty when the two of you are clearly insanely horny- but often times he enjoys pressing soft kisses against your body and making eye contact to bask in that beautiful expression you always pull when you're pleasured. Very intimate post-nut as well- will help clean you, tell you that you were amazing, press loads of little chaste kisses to your body...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Can have a wank if you're away doing something, but prefers to just go to you when he's horny. Doesn't like the thought of doing something sexual without you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Hickeying and marking one another up. He loves pulling his shirt off at the end of the day and admiring the possessive marks you'd left across his chest. And he knew the both of you loved seeing those bright red markings across your collarbones and chest whenever he took your top off- and if there weren't any- he'd make sure you left with some.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Bed. It's comfy and he knows what he's doing there. Doesn't like doing it in other rooms because he it feels unnatural and isn't much of an exhibitionist- no, he's quite happy doing it in the bedroom where he's accustomed to whatever you want to do

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Seeing you doing anything that could be mildly sexual. Seeing you bend over to put the oven tray back in? He wants to fuck you bent over. Seeing you on the rodeo machine on a night out? Suddenly he wants you to ride him. Seeing you doing yoga in the bedroom? Suddenly he wants to rip those leggings open and fuck you right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs) I think he's very experimentalist- down to try a lot of things- but probably not feet. He could laugh about "Gobbling a toe" with his mates, but in reality the thought of a foot anywhere near his face icks him out immensely. Prefers the both of you wearing socks whilst fucking, oftentimes.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Something tells me he'd prefer giving. Getting head was all well and good- but the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his head with a bone-crushing pressure, hips bucking and grinding down- riding his tongue whilst he closes his eyes and laps up your pussy is something that is in his eyes- unparalleled.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Fast in the fact the both of you are chasing your highs. Sex is mainly for pleasure for the two of you, and so you'll both use each other to cum, before spending proper quality time together afterwards.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Not a fan of them. Likes being relaxed with no time limit on sex with you- nothing's a bigger turn-off for this man than STRESS, and knowing that he has to leave in 5 minutes? The thought of having to fuck in the short space of five minutes is too much for this man.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Happy to experiment when you both have the energy and all the means to try something new... But doesn't like taking real risks. If it can wait, it can wait, and if one of you are likely to get hurt in the process or something, he'd rather not try it. Taking risks is fine with him, unless it involves the possibility something could go wrong and end up harming you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Probably just one round... Doesn't need to go another because he knows overstimulation isn't the biggest kink for the two of you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) I'm gonna say he doesn't have toys for himself or use them on you. He knows if he's horny he can just go to you, and the same applies to you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Not much, I don't think he'd really tease at all- he'd be too horny and needy to play with you or tease you- instead just fucking you. However when you were in the mood, there was always something special about teasing Harry- giving little signs in public and brushing against him knowing how it made him felt- riling him up made sex even better, somehow, as he pounded you harder than normal, giving stars in your vision

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Not stupidly loud- he lets out grunts and low groans whilst he's on top and leaves you to make all the loud noises. The first time you dommed him, he ended up letting out a little whine. That shocked the both of you, and you both sort of stared at each other for a moment in surprise- but you later admitted you kinda liked that, and so whenever you're domming, he now lets out high whines and sometimes even moans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) One time you decided to experiment with rope. Something about tying you up to the bedframe felt really just morally wrong to him, and he didn't feel comfortable fucking you whilst you were vulnerable like that... But when you gave a go at reversing the roles? When you tied his wrists together behind his back and rode him- leaving hickeys across his collarbones and neck whilst you bounced on his dick- he realised he really liked rope.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) Probs above average but nothing that'd be unmanageable or insanely big... Something around six inches, maybe a bit more- but thick, and always leaves you filled

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) I think he has a v reasonable sex drive- isn't constantly thinking or needing it. When he does want it though, he's quite needy- constantly asking and pressing kisses to your neck to let you know he needs you

Z = ZZZ (Do they fall asleep straight after? are they tired or still have energy?) I don't think he'd fall straight asleep, but would definitely be tired or lethargic straight after... Lazily gets up to grab some water for you and runs a bath for the two of you to sit in and just relax... Not one to do anything very high energy post-sex

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Hello sluts, I had this in mind for a while. Finally I bring you links from Chris and Matt, I hope you enjoy it. These are all twitter links, so be sure to be logged in on your browser for them to work. I decided to add a little history to the links (a personal touch) masterlist!

Delicate caresses all over your body.

Chris can be gentle with you if he wants to, caress those sensitive donuts, move his hand slowly making your skin crawl at his touch.

Watch a movie in the living room.

Of course not, at least Chris is always looking forward to watching something with you. But as soon as you put your naughty hand in his pants he will lose his control. Chris will just forget the movie and fuck you right there. Another day they could finish seeing go back to the future.

Over stimulation.

Chris knows just where to touch to make you reach that glorious orgasm, baby he would fuck you so good.

Don't play with him or you will be punished.

Flirt with other guys? Being excessively friendly with another? Trying to make him jealous? Oh no, don't try to play dirty with Chris. He would just punish you using his fingers, stimulating you so much until you beg him to fuck you.

He loves it when you want to have his full attention.

Honestly, sometimes Chris pretends to be busy just to see how you manage to get his attention. You always surprise him.

Sorry, this would definitely be Chris.

I had to add it, he's stronger than me.

First slow and then hard.

Matt is the type who will put it into you gently at first with the intention of getting your hole used to him. But as soon as he notices that you are ready he would fuck you his way.

Your tits on the steering wheel.

At the beginning of the relationship you fuck anywhere, honestly Matt's car has been the victim of many sexual acts between you and Matt.

Fast fingers!

Matt loves using his fingers on you, it's so satisfying for him to hear you moan and fidget just because of his fingers. Unfortunately for you, Matt only uses his fingers to punish you. If you're a bad girl he'll fuck you with his fingers.

A blowjob in the car.

Most likely, Matt was going to pick you up from the university, unfortunately you had an extra hour of classes and when you left you gave him a blowjob for making him wait.

Matt's favorite cowgirl.

It's no surprise that Matt likes it when you take control. He loves to see you on top of him moving in search of your satisfaction, how your hands touch his abdomen and your tits bounce in front of his face.

Doggy position.

One of the many positions in which Matt loves to fuck you, having your butt raised with your legs apart, exposing your pretty pussy. Seeing how your buttocks bounce with every penetration he makes, it's even exciting for him to see how your cock enters and leaves you. Extra bonus, it might give you some butt cheeks.

If you liked this, let me know and maybe I'll bring another part! I had a lot of fun doing it, I tried to make it as close to them as possible. Thanks for stopping by!

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Argumentative

WARNINGS: smut, arguments, unprotected sex, begging.

Red: Shawn

Pink: you

this contains sexual content. if you are a minor read no further.

you was giving Shawn the silent treatment after your argument. you don't specifically remembered what started the fight, all you remember is he brought something up that you got really defensive over.

"I don't understand why you haven't fucking spoken to me in a whole day Y/N. All I did was I got defensive and I apologised."

you just glare at him.

"cause I fucking hate you" you yell at him.

"Well you didn't hate me last night when you was moaning my name and scratching marks into my back did you?"

"Because we didn't fight then" you say almost inaudible.

"We fight every night Y/N don't give me your bullshit" he snaps back. you just look at him. he walks over and sits on the other side of the couch and puts the tv on.

"then why are we even together?" you question him and he turns his head to glare at you.

"What did you just say?"

"you heard me."

he grabs your hand pulling you to the bedroom and he closes the door behind you both and he sits on the bed. you turn to the door and he speaks up.

"don't even think about leaving."

"or what?"

"i'll make your punishment even worse than it already is."

you stop and walk back to where you was standing.

"strip"

"what?"

"strip."

"why?"

"because i told you to. now do it."

you begin to strip but you don't look at him, although you can feel his gaze upon you.

"good girl. now come bend over my knees and put your ass in the air."

"okay."

you do as he ordered.

"now your gonna count everytime i hit you. if you mess up we restart."

"okay."

he spanks you 23 times (i'm not typing all that out i am way too lazy.)

"now stand up."

again you do as ordered, standing up with your ass stinging. he also stands up and pushes you onto the bed on your hands and knees. he grabs your wrists and pins them behind your back so your face is pressed against the bed and your ass in the air. you hear him removing his clothes behind you. a minute or so later he pushes into you.

"you know your safeword".

you just hum in response to him. as he pushes into you, you clench around him and he slaps your ass.

"F-Fuck don't do that y-yet."

he starts thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace but fast enough to feel good.

"let daddy hear you baby."

you moan quietly and he raises his hand and spanks your ass again.

"louder. this isn't a fucking library y/n"

you moan louder as he thrusts into you faster.

"sh-shit daddy i'm gonna cum"

he reaches down and starts playing with your clit.

"cum for daddy baby"

with hearing those words you cum all over his cock. after that he pulls you to the edge of the bed and turns you over to sit on it and he shoves his dick in your mouth.

"That's it take it like a good girl. Taste yourself on daddy's cock"

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TRIP TO VEGAS; M. STURNIOLO

MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER

warnings: SMUT, dom!matt/sub!reader, exhibitionism? (being fucked against a window), slight daddy kink

wc: 3,034

a/n: okay i know you guys voted for a sub!matt fic but omfg these pics… also this is rushed (sort of)!! i saw his tt and i needed to write smth sooo

SYNOPSIS: Matt persuaded you into coming with him and Chris to Las Vegas.. but when Matt comes back to the rental house in a sleeveless shirt, you can’t deny your desire..

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Matt practically begged you.

When you heard about Matt and Chris making plans to go to Vegas, you had indefinitely decided that you’d stay back with Nick while they spent time together. But Matt did not let that happen.

“Please, it’ll be fun, I promise.” He tries to convince you as you lay in his bed together, his hands subconsciously squeezing your leg as he takes place at the end of his bed. “I could take you out, somewhere fancy.” Matt tilts his head slightly, starting to gently stroke your calf.

You shake your head at his words, “Matt, everything there is absurdly expensive. I don’t wanna make you guys spend more than you already are.” You reply earnestly. You knew Matt wanted you to go, but you felt even worse making them pay for you - because you knew you didn’t have the money to pay for yourself.

“Baby, c’mon.” Matt clicks his tongue. “You know I have no problem paying for you.” He continues, as if what he was saying was the most obvious thing in the world. “Besides, I want you to come with us.” He says, whining slightly. His fingers fidget with your leg, poking and stroking the skin as he awaits your answer.

Before you could open your mouth again, he cuts you off, “And Chris doesn’t care.” He says firmly, knowing what you were going to say.

Letting out a sigh, you can’t help but cave. Noticing your inner turmoil, Matt’s lips turn up as he realizes your answer, but waits until you give him it. “Fine.” You exhale, not being able to stop the smile that grows on your lips once you notice the way Matt smiles widely and whispers a, “yes!”

A couple days later, with everything figured out, the three of you went on your way to Las Vegas.

The place they rented was spacious, with high ceilings and a pretty interior. The light gray walls were smooth as your eyes took in the decor, letting your feet take you wherever they wanted to go.

Chris dashed towards the bedrooms, immediately running into the master. “I call dibs!” He yells, so you and Matt can hear. Matt rolls his eyes and places his bag down by the dinner table before making his way into the master bedroom.

“Y/N and I are getting the master, Chris!” He replies, walking through the doorway. You chuckle quietly at their bickering as you toss your bag down beside Matt’s, starting to move through the house as you wander into different, empty rooms.

A couple minutes later, you make your way back into the living room as you’re met with the two brother’s sitting there, one on their phone and the other scrolling through the tv. Moving over to sit by your boyfriend, his arm instinctively glides up to rest behind your head on the couch as you lean into him.

“When are you guys leaving?” You ask, talking over the tv as you glance between them. Matt had told you about their plans for this ‘power slap’ event they bought tickets for. He had asked you if you wanted to go, but if you were honest, you’d rather stay in the rental and enjoy the view, or even walk around the area to see what they had.

“Uh.. like half an hour.” Chris responds, taking a second as he checked the time on his phone.

“No,” Matt shook his head, looking over at his brother. “40 minutes.” He says matter-of-factly.

Chris quickly turns to make eye contact with Matt, giving him a look. “Matt, if we leave in 30 minutes, then—”

As they go back and forth, you take the remote from Matt’s hand - without a word from him - as you settle on a familiar show.

A while passes as the two of them get ready to leave. Matt kisses you gently, saying a goodbye as Chris waves, darting out the door, impatient to be there. Watching them walk out, Matt shuts the door behind him as they make their way down the driveway.

Having the entire place to yourself was sort of overwhelming; you didn’t know what to do. Big glass panels saw into the main area as you stood in front of them, admiring the view. It wasn’t too late yet, but the lights for buildings were already being turned on.

In the span of the next hour or two, you’ve ordered some food and sat on the couch as you watched television. You couldn’t say you were one to go out, especially without Matt. You enjoyed the solitude of the moment, relaxing back on the big, comfy cushions as you chuckled at the screen a few feet away from you.

You jumped slightly once you heard the front doors click, the sudden sound echoing through the house. “I’m back, baby.” Matt’s voice follows as he shuts it behind him, the sound of the door locking reverberating as well. His footsteps carry into the living room, almost immediately noticing you sitting there. A smile tugs at his lips as he makes eye contact with you, rounding the couch as he plops himself down beside you. “Hey, ma.” He says softly as he leans in to kiss your head, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You eagerly welcome his affection, tilting into his hold. Just then did you realize his change of clothes: a sleeveless black shirt with ‘Power Slap’ on it, paired with some loose white shorts. Your thighs subconsciously tighten together as your eyes rake over his exposed arms, taking in all of his tattoos. Matt’s eyes were focused on the tv as he huffed out a laugh at something that was said.

Trying to tear your gaze away, you look to your opposite side, eyes wandering the view again. It was beautiful and captivating… but not as enthralling as Matt. You curse yourself in your head as you managed to get even more worked up, deciding maybe it was best to move away from him.

You knew that you and Matt would have sex in his house with his brothers home - it was his house after-all - but it didn’t feel right to do it when it was just him and Chris, especially since it was a trip for them in the first place.

Getting up from your spot on the couch, you don’t pick up the confused look on your boyfriend’s face. Before he could ask where you were going, you ask, “Where’s Chris?”

“Said he wanted to stay for a bit,” Matt answers as he shrugs. “Told me he’d get an uber back - somethin’ about how he wanted to try and talk to one of those guys that got slapped.” He rolls his eyes at the memory of his brothers’ words before looking back at you. He watched the way you walked over to the large windows as you looked outside. Blue eyes traveled your body, soaking in your state: you were wearing Matt’s shorts as they roll down past your knees as well as a tanktop. He assumed it must’ve gotten hot in here after staying put for so long.. though, he wasn’t complaining. He always thought you looked the most tempting like this; in his clothes, relaxed, and eased.

You hum in response to his answer. You really couldn’t say you were surprised.

The couch creaked as Matt got off of it, making his way over to you. Footsteps freeze once he stands behind you, your reflections slightly visible on the windows as it grows darker outside. By now, all of the city lights were on as it made the place look even bigger.

Large hands circle around your waist as Matt steps closer to you, pressing his front to your back. “What’re you thinkin’ about, baby?” He mumbles by your ear, reading your stance as your eyes flicker between different views. They glance down to his tattooed arm as it wraps possessively around your waist, his palm stretched out across your other hip, as if shielding you from your own dirty thoughts.

You don’t give him an answer, besides a slight shake of your head. Matt chuckles lowly, noticing your quiet demeanor. He knew what you wanted, he could read you like the back of his hand.

“Such a needy girl, hm?” He hums as he leans down to press soft kisses on your neck. You gasp softly at the action, tilting your head farther to give him better access. You could feel Matt’s smirk against your skin as he trails up your neck before stopping once he finds the most sensitive spot. Licking over the area, he nips at it before pulling the skin into his mouth, sucking harshly enough to mark you as his.

Placing a few more scattered kisses on your neck once he’s done making bruises, one of his hands moves up your body slowly. “Y’wanna be fucked in front of the window, hm? Want everyone to see who owns this pussy?” Matt says into your ear, his opposite hand gliding past your (his) waistband and down to your panties. His big hand cups over the clothed area, though he can feel your neediness. “Fuck, already soaked f’me. Were you thinkin’ about this?” Matt asks as he harshly presses his thumb on your hidden clit. You gasp as one of your hands grasps forward, landing on the window pane for stability. Your other holds his arm tightly.

You knew better than to lie, “mhm.” You hum, your chest already rising and falling unevenly. Your ears pick up the way Matt chuckles before removing his hands from you completely. As soon as you start to whine, Matt shuts you up.

“Be patient.” He snaps. His fingers hook into his shorts you stole as he glides them down your legs, lazily dropping by your feet. Sliding up your thighs, his palms squeeze your ass, eliciting a whimper from you, before they travel under your shirt, slowly bringing it up, over your head. “Up.” He says as you follow his words, lifting your arms. He discards the fabric elsewhere, not caring about the placement in that moment.

Almost bare, except for your underwear, you stand in front of the large windows as you grow embarrassed. Anyone could see; people in other adjacent buildings, pedestrians walking by on the sidewalks. The rental was high up as you got the perfect view, so you’d have to look up to see your room.. though, in that moment, you were hoping no one would.

“You getting shy, sweetheart?” Matt taunts as he lets his loose shorts fall to the floor. You could see his smirk in the reflections, only riling you up more.

“Matt, please,” you whisper, moving your hips back slightly. Your hands flattened against the window as you steadied yourself, but you knew as soon as Matt were to do something, you’d lose your balance.

“Such an impatient brat.” Matt hisses as his hand glides back before slapping down onto your asscheek. Moaning from the sting, your eyes shut tightly, not expecting the sudden force. Thankfully, Matt put his free hand on your hip to ground you so your legs don’t give out.

By now, you we’re desperate.

Matt hooks his fingers into your panties, bringing them down, not without noticing the way your wetness sticks to the fabric. He smirks at the sight, silently noting to take the pair from you.

“Fuckin’ dripping.” Matt mocks as his ring-clad fingers travel down between your thighs, ghosting over your sensitive heat. Exhaling shakily at the feeling, you look down at the floor. His middle finger, being the longest, enters you first, prepping you for the rest of him. Whimpering at the sensation, you try to grind back on him as he keeps still. Smacking his hand down on your ass again, it already seems to be going sore. “Stop fucking moving, or I won’t give you what you want.” He spits, soothing his other hand over the sore skin.

You hiss at the contact of his palm, only seeming to make the area hurt more. Matt’s dick strained against his boxers, already rock hard by just playing with you like this. His ring finger joined his middle inside you, quickly moving them before you could say anything.

Moaning out, his long fingers always seem to hit that perfect spot as they tease it. You knew he wasn’t gonna let you come yet, but you wanted to, so bad.

“Please, Matt! I need it,” you gasp out, moaning as his fingers stretch you out even more. He hums as you clench around them before pulling them out, drenched in your wetness.

“So selfish,” he tsks, shaking his head mockingly. Taking a step forward, his boxers make contact with your sensitive pussy, making you inhale sharply. His hand rounds your head, sticking his fingers in front of your lips. “Open,” he demands as his wet fingers smear over your bottom lip. Obeying him, he lays them on your warm tongue as you envelope them into your mouth.

Cursing quietly to himself as you suck on his fingers, his eyes never stray away from you. They were always captivated by you, no matter the action.

Pulling his fingers away once he gets too worked up, Matt pulls down his boxers as his dick slaps against the skin on his stomach. His tip was red and neglected as it pleads for attention, leaking with need.

“Fuck, baby, you feel that?” He asks, soothing a hand over your back before pressing his hips forward, slotting his dick on your ass. “Mm, make me so fuckin’ hard.” He says lowly, lust clouding his voice.

You whine at the contact, getting more and more impatient as seconds go by. Matt brings one hand down as he lets his tip tease you, smacking against your clit as you gasp.

“Needy fuckin’ girl,” Matt snarls as he forcefully enters you, sending your body into the window. Crying out, your eyes shut tightly as your lips part. Your boobs press against the glass as Matt stands behind you, eyes trailing from where your bodies connect to your pleasure filled face.

“Wanting to be fucked against the window,” Matt clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Such a slut.” He smacks his opposite hand against your other asscheek, eliciting another moan from your parted lips. Matt’s eyes didn’t dare to leave you. The way your back arched, the way your fingers clawed at the solid glass, the look on your face and the noises leaving your lips… that alone could make him come. But he’s made it his priority to always make you come first.

“Please!” You gasp out, not necessarily knowing what you were pleading for. Your body slammed against the window with every thrust, only adding to the pleasure of it all. Matt’s cock hits that sensitive spot inside you as you cry out, the stimulation becoming too much as tears prick at your eyes.

“Poor girl,” Matt coos, noticing a tear falling from your cheek. “What, baby? What d’you need?” He slurs, also getting lost in the euphoria of the situation. His hips smack against your ass, the sound echoing through the room as it bounces off of the walls. His thrusts are fast and hard as you’re both sexually pent up, needy and desperate.

“Need ta�� cum.” You moan, trying to look back at him, even though your tense body isn’t allowing you to. “Please, Matt,” you whine.

“Please, who?” Matt smacks your ass again, evening out each side. “Being such a bad fuckin’ girl tonight.” He snaps, moving his hips harder against you. You whine louder at the feeling, knowing that his hips and nails were going to leave marks. Teasing you more, Matt brings his hand down to play with your clit, rubbing tantalizing circles around it.

“Please, daddy! Please let me cum.” You cry, the knot getting insanely tight inside your stomach as it screams for you to let go. Tears fall from your eyes as they slide down your cheeks, your lips swollen as they stay open, letting out scattered moans and cries.

Matt groans, swallowing harshly as he watches you. He knew he was close, too. “Fuck - cum for me, baby. Make a mess on my cock,” he rasps. Hearing his words, you immediately give in, your thighs shaking as you’re put at the peak of pleasure. Moaning loudly, his name falls from your lips, tears escaping your tightly shut eyes.

Feeling you release around him, Matt lets you ride it out before pulling out quickly, white spurts covering your sweaty back. “Fuuuck,” Matt groans before he exhales. His arms wrap around your waist, keeping you up. The both of you breathe heavily as exhaustion takes over your limbs.

“Gonna clean you up, sweetheart.” Matt whispers as he kisses your head. He brings you over to the couch as he walks away for a second to grab a washcloth, gently wiping down your back. He helps you lean back against it as he leans down to kiss you softly. You hum into it, enjoying the feeling.

Once he pulls away, Matt kneels down to help clean more. Before you could say anything, his tongue darts out as he licks up your center. A gasp leaves your lips at the sudden action, paired with how sensitive you are.

“Matt!” You gasp out, your hand quickly reaching down to tug at his hair. You can feel the slight vibration of his chuckle against you, making you whine quietly.

“Relax, ma, ‘m just cleanin’ you up.” He mumbles, licking up the wetness before leaving a kiss on your clit gently. Moving back up to his knees, he smiles at you, satisfied with his work. He throws the damp cloth by the couch as he wraps his arms around your waist to bring you into him.

“Are you guys done?! I’ve been waiting out here for past 10 fucking minutes!” Chris yells from outside the door.

Your eyes widen as you look up at Matt, watching him chuckle. Slapping his arm playfully, you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face.

It was worth it.

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AND YOURE NOT COMING BACK

that noise OMFGGGGGGGG gonna publish an hour long version to youtube of it

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26/ hold on to you |18+|

contains: making out on the stairs & fucking in his room

ongoing fanfiction about May & Chris S. - Check the index below for intro & other chapters! ❣️

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"Oh my God it's been so long!" May moaned as Chris pushed her against the wall in the middle of the stairs. "Far too long!" he gasped into her mouth, unable to hold back for a second longer. "Fuck you're hot!"

He ran his shaky hands uncontrollably up her bare thighs. "Let's go!" May whimpered, trying to push him further towards his room.

Chris slid his hands under her dress, under her ass cheeks and lifted her up. "I can't let go of you!" She wrapped her legs around his hips and he pressed into her lap. The dress slid up to her belly button, exposing her black lace panties.

"Chris, please! Go! It's only a few steps!" she begged, tugging at his shirt and pulling it impatiently over his head. He caught sight of her panties for a moment and stroked the waistband with his fingertip. "What did you put that on for?" he teased, sucking on her neck.

"In case you`ll fuck me!" she moaned, pushing her back away from the wall to finally get him to go to his room.

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He carried her down the last few steps and pushed the door shut with his foot without letting go of her.

He let May fall onto the bed in a tight embrace and pulled the dress over her head.

She fumbled on his belt and impatiently undid his jeans while he kissed her neck and shoulders.

Her fingers on his lap opening his jeans drove him crazy and he bit her neck lightly with lust.

They quickly freed themselves from the remaining fabric and Chris slid up to reach May's mouth with his. "Sorry but I can't go slow!" he gasped desperately, unable to hold back.

"You don't have to!" In confirmation, May grabbed his hard cock and placed it at her entrance. She buried one hand in his hair and pressed him into her pussy on his ass.

She was so wet that his cock slipped in completely in one go and she gasped at the feeling of him filling her completely.

"That feels so good!" he moaned in a husky voice as he withdrew and thrust into her again.

"Yes, fuck!" May blurted out loudly and lavished wet kisses on his neck. "I needed you so badly!"

This spurred him on even more and he rammed his cock furiously into her pussy again and again. "You can't fuck anyone else!" Chris whispered shankingly in her ear as he was about to cum.

"I won`t, Chris!" She hugged him as tightly as she could as her pussy started to tighten and felt like she had to hold him forever. "You're the only one I want!"

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Family Game Night ☀️

Summary: Reader, Matt and the rest of the Sturniolo family have a family game night together playing all their favorite games. 

Genre: Fluff, suggestive 

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2322

The living room was crowded as the entire Sturniolo family, Nate and I were having a family game night. Justin finally made it home and Marylou wanted to spend time with all of her kids, including Nate and me. So far, we have played Jenga, Apples to Apples and Monopoly. However, monopoly was only short lived due to the boys quickly getting into an argument and Marylou shut it down. Chaos now ensues as we are currently playing charades. My team consists of Chris, Justin and Jimmy, while Matt, Nick, Nate and Marylou are against us. At the moment my team is winning by two points, thanks to Justin and I having almost a telepathic experience between us. Chris is too busy screaming over everyone else to actually get an answer right and Jimmy is just laughing at everyone. 

Matt is over on the other side of the room frustrated as hell, because he has Nick and Nate who both have the attention span of toddlers. Marylou is actually the only one contributing something to their team. 

It’s Matt’s turn to have his team guess and he walks up to the front of the room, running his fingers through his hair a couple of times, figuring out what he wanted to do. He nods his head as he realizes what he’s going to have them guess and holds out one finger. 

“One word,” Marylou says. Matt nods and spreads his legs, holds his arms out and starts jumping up and down. 

Chris and I look at each other and we burst out in giggles as Matt moves around ridiculously. Matt just rolls his eyes and continues his movements, motioning with his head for someone on his team to guess. 

“I don’t know, are you a clown?” Nick jokes looking extremely confused.  Matt shakes his head and continues jumping up and down. 

“Give us something else, we clearly don’t know what you’re doing,” Nick mocks. Matt sighs and starts moving side to side. 

“Are you a racecar driver?” Marylou asks. Again, Matt shakes his head and gets frustrated. He then takes his left arm and pretends to take a hat off of his head and makes circles in the air. 

“Ooh, I know! A cowboy!” Nate shrieks jumping up off of the floor. 

“Yes!” Matt cheers and gives Nate a high-five.

 “How ironic, that’s yours and y/n’s favorite position to fuck in,” Chris teased. 

“What?!” Nick screams covering his ears. My face instantly turns red, and Matt’s eyes grow wide. “Shut the fuck up, Chris,” Matt chided. I cover my eyes because I don’t even want to look at his parents. “Yeah, man, way to go!” Justin chuckled, standing to dab Matt up. 

A puzzled Matt takes his hand and half-hugs his older brother. The fact is that it’s not even true, but Chris just had to say something to embarrass us in front of their parents. Chris, who’s sitting next to me is laughing his ass off. Matt trudges in front of him and smacks the side of his head. 

“Come on bro, that was too good you have to admit it,” Chris snickered. 

“Have some respect, mom and y/n are right here,” Matt scolded. 

“Chris, watch your language,” Jimmy warned. “Don’t talk like that.” Chris settles down and pulls my hands away from my face. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. I really just wanted to fuck with Matt, not you.” He confessed, recognizing that I wanted to crawl away in a hole and die in this moment of embarrassment. 

“I'm going to fix myself a drink. Does anyone else want something?” Marylou breaks the awkward silence that envelops the room after Chris’s apology. 

“I’ll take something! I’ll come with you Marylou,” I responded, practically jumping off of the couch and sprinting behind her into the kitchen. I follow her as she reaches into the cabinet above her and grabs two stemless wine glasses. Already knowing what she wants I open the fridge and reach for the unopened bottle of Merlot that Matt and I bought for her. She smiles and hands me the wine opener and I pull the cork from the bottle. 

“I’m really sorry about that, Marylou,” I apologize, pouring us both a glass of the red wine. 

“Oh, honey, there’s no need to apologize. Chris doesn’t know when he crosses the line sometimes,” She reassured, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. “Just ignore him. That’s what I have to do sometimes,” she chuckles while taking a sip from her glass. “Let’s go back and see if the boys calmed down.” We proceed into the family room, Matt has taken Chris’s spot on the couch and Chris is on the floor leaning against the wall petting Trevor. I take a seat next to Matt, letting him wrap his arm around me while Justin gets up to let his mom sit in between me and Jimmy. 

Matt leans down and kisses me on the temple. “Hi baby,” he mutters and pulls me into him. “Chris is on a time out.” Matt motions to Chris who perks up and gives a small wave. I giggle and wave back to Chris. “Don’t worry he won’t be saying anything stupid again.” Matt soothed as he gently grabbed the glass from my hand and took a sip. 

“Are you sure about that? Chris always has something stupid to say,” I teased. Matt smirks, “You’re right. He won’t say anything about us though, I made sure of that.” He leans in to kiss my cheek this time. I flush under his touch, my sweatshirt making me ten times hotter. 

“Are we ready to continue?” Nick asks. “I am ready to kick some ass.”

“I’m ready, only if we switch up the teams,” Matt answered. “I’m tired of losing. Plus, I'm comfortable on this couch now.” He rubs his hand over my waist and squeezes my side. Nick huffs but we all agree that we needed a change. We decided to have Chris, Nick, Nate and Justin on a team versus Matt, Marylou, Jimmy and I. Matt wanted more “sane” people on his team and I could tell that he was getting annoyed with his brothers. We start the next round, everyone taking their respective turns. Soon, the madness begins again, and everyone is either screaming, laughing or guessing. I love spending time with Matt’s family. They are my family. I couldn't imagine myself not being in this room with them, being a part of their little family. I know that I belong here, and Matt belongs with me. Everything just feels so natural. Matt and I are holding hands on the couch as we watch Nick trying to act out something to his team. He looks utterly ridiculous, and I feel at home at Matt’s side. Laughing along with his parents as Nick gets louder and louder, thinking that it would help his brothers and Nate determine what he is acting out. 

I can’t help but look up at Matt, observing his features as he takes in the hysterical scene in front of him. His head leans back into the plush couch, his eyes squeeze shut as he laughs, and my body absorbs the warm vibrations from his chest. I lean my head onto his shoulder, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He glances down at me, noticing my movements, and tightens his hold on my waist, pulling me further into him. 

The night carries on and we finish playing charades, now uno has been brought out onto the coffee table. I opted out of this game because I was beginning to get tired. The boys sitting on the floor surrounding the table, Marylou and Jimmy sitting on the other end of the couch, my head laying on Matt’s lap and my legs curled up on the cushion. Trevor is sleeping in between Marylou and me. The night starts to become more relaxed. Charades must have used up all the energy in Nick and Chris because they are pretty chill now. Soft conversations are happening while a couple candles are lit in the room. Jimmy grabbed a blanket for me and covered me up. Now, my eyes are starting to grow heavy. I don’t know if it’s from the wine that Marylou and I have been drinking, almost finishing the whole bottle, or the fact that I couldn’t be in a more comfortable spot right now. Matt threads his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as he holds his cards in his other hand. 

I am halfway between sleep and reality, silently listening to the family talk about their day and the plans for tomorrow. I hear Justin say “uno” and everybody sighs as this will be the third time he wins. 

“Can we play something else?” Chris whines. “Uh-uh, I’m tired and I'm sure y/n wants to go to bed too,” Nick responds, throwing his cards down on the table. “No, I'm okay right here, really,” I reply softly. Matt sets the cards down, “Are you sure? I can carry you up to my room if you want.” He whispers, rubbing my back. I shake my head and pull up the blanket to my shoulders, readjusting myself on his lap. “Continue playing, I like laying right here.” I mutter, my eyes still closed.

“Well, I’m going to bed so goodnight, everyone,” Nick announces and stands up to go to his room. “I think I'm going to go to sleep too,” Justin yawns, following behind Nick. We all say goodnight to Nick and Justin, and Jimmy suggests that the rest of them play phase 10. Chris grabs the game and deals out the cards and Matt resumes lightly scratching my head, lulling me back into a dreamy state. 

Some time passes as they play the card game, and Marylou leans over to Matt, “You know you picked a good one,” she whispers, “I mean a really good one. Please don’t ever let her go.” 

I know that Matt is blushing, he gets flustered whenever someone compliments me or him. “Thanks mama, I know. I won’t ever let her go.” He promised, lightly rubbing my back. I smile to myself, pretending that I'm fast asleep. “You know I would be happy if you two got married tomorrow, but there’s no rush.” Marylou prodded. 

“Mom! Stop!” Matt quietly sputtered. “We are not getting married tomorrow.” 

“That’s okay, take your time. Take all the time you need,” she replies sarcastically. “Mom seriously, you will get your grandbabies one day just not now.” Matt laughs. 

“But those babies would be soooo cute.” she gushes. 

Chris throws his head into his hands, “That’s enough! No more baby talk, it’s sickening.” he griped. “I thought you liked babies?” Marylou questioned. “Yeah, but not when you are referring to my brother and his girlfriend, that’s too much for me to handle.” Chris grunted drawing a card. Marylou and Matt chuckle at Chris’s reaction. 

“I think it’s okay for them to wait a couple years,” Jimmy interjected. “I don’t think she’s going anywhere unless Matt does something stupid.”

“Dad!” Matt blurted. Jimmy raises his hands up in defense, “Well son, she’s not going to do anything dumb so it would have to be you.” 

Nate and Chris snicker at Jimmy’s words and I'm having a hard time keeping my composure at the fact that everyone is discussing Matt and I getting married and having babies. 

“I mean I guess you’re right,” Matt confirmed. I let out a small giggle, ruining my peaceful cover. “Are you awake?” Matt exclaimed, leaning over to look at me. I opened my eyes and nodded, looking up at him. “So, you heard everything? He asks. I let out another giggle. “You don’t want my babies?” I tease. Matt rolls his eyes and leans into my ear, “Of course, just not right now,” he mutters so Chris and Nate don’t hear him. His face turns red, and he is embarrassed. 

“Hmm okay, I guess that’s fine.” I teased him again. “You know, I'll take you up on that offer and have you carry me to bed. I am exhausted.” He smirks and shakes his head. He puts one arm under my legs and the other behind my back and lifts me up. 

“I’ll be back,” Matt sighed, “got to take the princess to bed.” 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Marylou says softly. I wave everyone goodnight and Matt makes his way up the stairs into his room. He gently lays me on the bed and kisses my forehead. “Goodnight, baby,” he murmurs.

“Wait!” I reach out my arms, trying to grab onto him. “Don’t leave yet.” I pout, patting the bed next to me. Matt rolls his eyes, “Okay fine, but sit up. Let me help you get into your pajamas.” He motions for me to get up, and I lift my body forward, allowing him to take my hoodie off. He grabs one of his t-shirts from his dresser and hands it to me along with a pair of my pajama shorts. I change my clothes and climb under the warm covers. Matt lays down next to me, wrapping his arms around my body. “You know, it’s going to be my turn pretty soon and they aren’t going to want to wait for me down there.” Matt murmurs, kissing my forehead. “Just lay with me a few more minutes, I’ll be asleep pretty soon.” I say groggily, snuggling into the crook of his neck, my hands wrapping around his waist, slipping under his t-shirt. “I just want to cuddle you.” 

“Mmm, fine. Just a few more minutes.” He mutters, pulling my leg over him and rubbing the back of my thigh. “Just until you fall asleep. Okay, baby?” 

He doesn’t get a response, as I am already fast asleep, our limbs intertwined. “Mmhm, that’s what I thought.” He whispers, kissing my forehead and closing his eyes, hugging me tighter.

A/N: Sorry, this took so long!! Work has been crazy and sleeping during the day really messes with trying to write. But I hope this was okay! Thank you to each one of you that reads and likes my posts, it means so so much!! If you want to be on the tag list let me know!!

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I’m one of those bitches 👅

Chris and nicks reaction are so funny 😭

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MATTHEW STURNIOLO

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tour part one | part two 🪻🤍

bella notte 🤍

backseat 🪻

texts and temptations 🤍

restart 🪻

she’s so nice 🪻

playing dirty 🪻

ice cold pool 🪻

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Smoking 🍃 with vinnie smut cause he’s so pookie bear (make it rough too please 💀💀)

❝FMB❞ - vinnie hacker x reader

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask. FMB means f⋆ck me back. hopefully it's rough enough. this is my first smut post so i didn't want to make it too too rough, just fyi. unedited so ignore any mistakes. i hope yall enjoy. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ summary: you and vinnie have a complex relationship. it all comes to a head when you become bold enough to confront him post-blunt.

─⋆♡ warnings: overstimulation, softdom!vinnie, smut, fluff towards the end, tiny bit of angst, 18+ black!writer, language, alcohol, drugs, D!NC, physical descriptors (brief), choking, spitting, slight exhibitionism if you squint, claiming, rough smut, squirting, anal play, unprotected sex (i do not condone irl, wrap before you tap).

⋆word count: 3.9k ⋆ vinnie hacker masterlist ⋆

The loud bass of music floats in the background as I tap through Snapchat stories on my phone. The couch next to me dips and when I turn, I see Vinnie has joined me.

He doesn’t speak to me before pulling out a blunt and sparking it. As is, me and Vinnie’s relationship was complicated. We started off as friends, then smoke buddies. But the more we smoked together, the more we felt for each other. Or at least, I fell for him.

We had kissed and made out, but we’ve never had sex. After a few dates, I was becoming restless. The frustration of his mixed signals got the best of me. Now in the darkness of the crowded room, I’ve become bold enough to confront him.

I watch him as he inhales and exhales the smoke like a chimney. He seemingly notices my intense stare and stops. “Did you need something?” he asks with an attitude.

You can practically feel steam whistling out of your ears from how fuming your brain is right now. “Yeah actually. Give that to me,” I snap, pointing at his blunt.

He shrugs, ashing the blunt on the coffee table. “Okay,” he concedes, passing me the joint.

Letting the smoke dance in my lungs, I choke it out slowly. Now that the weed is hitting, I decide now is the time. “Vinnie, are you still interested in me?” I ask him abruptly.

He chuckles and takes the blunt from me. “Oh, baby. Of course I fucking am. Why would you even ask me that?” he shoots back with an eyebrow raised.

Frowning, I pick at my cuticles out of nervousness. “Because we go on dates, we kiss, but we’ve never had sex. I just don’t know what you want any more,” I confess, standing from the couch in a huff. 

Of course, I want to take things further. But I’m not sure if he wants me anymore when he barely touches me.

He stops me from moving any further, tugging my hand. I grudgingly turn around, looking down at him. “Because, doll. We haven’t had the sex talk yet,” he discloses, rubbing his free hand up and down my thigh.

I roll my eyes and scoff, snatching the blunt out of his hands to take a hit. He places his hands on my hips, watching me intensely. “What do you mean by ‘sex talk’? I’m not 5,” I ask after blowing out a toke.

He stands until he’s staggering high towers over me. “I mean…” he pushes lightly, backing me into the wall so I’m trapped between his body and the drywall. “I want to know what you like, what you don’t like, and what you’ll beg for before I feel you cumming on my cock,” he whispers in my ear, licking a stripe up my neck afterward. 

My head tips back in a moan, which makes him as hard as a rock. “Fuck, baby. Do you see what you do to me? I want nothing more than to make you feel good, in the best way that I can, for the rest of my life.” he presses his body into mine, slowly kissing up my neck.

One of the partiers comes up behind Vinnie and taps him on the shoulder. He ignores them, waving them off with the rest of the blunt. His hand moves to the inside of my thigh and he rubs me so close that I know he can feel the inside of my legs shake. “Should I take care of you right here?” he bites my neck, and I whimper, pulling his hair.

Vinnie pulls back from me, piercing a hole into my eyes. “Please?” I beg, gnawing on my lip.

He uses the other hand and wraps it around my throat, effectively restricting my breathing. He tilts my head to the side. “Do you think you deserve it?” he whispers against my lips with his eyebrow raised. 

Struggling, I lightly nod my head in his firm grip. “Yes, Vinnie,” I squeak out, and he gives me one last squeeze on the throat before grabbing my wrist and yanking me through the crowd.

Bodies brush past me as Vinnie drags me up the steps to his room. “Wait, where are we going?” I ask, confused. He just asked if I needed to be taken care of right there and then... I did say yes.

“You think I’m gonna let everyone watch me fuck you?” he scoffs.

Once we got the sex talk out of the way, Vinnie makes quick work to get me undressed. I moan into the darkness of the room as Vinnie leaves love bites down my neck, only breaking the contact to lift my tank top over my head. He pauses his movements to take in the black lacy bralette I'm wearing. “Fuck, baby. You don’t know what you do to me,” he groans, then smashes his lips back onto mine. 

He slams me against his closed bedroom door before slowly dropping down onto his knees. Watching him sink to the ground has an involuntary giggle leaving my lips. “Vinnie, I didn’t think you were going to actually-” he cuts me off, spinning me around so my ass is facing him.

Suddenly, an echoing smack verberates off the walls and my ass cheeks are on fire. Yelping, I sink my teeth into my bottom lips, trying to muffle the noise I’m making.

He slowly inches his hands up my legs until my skirt is fully pushed up to my stomach. His fingers meet my panties, and he runs my fingers over them, seemingly savoring every last moment. “Did you wear these for me, sunshine?” He hooks one finger under one side, pulling it back and making the elastic snap around my hips.

I reach out to support myself on anything to keep my knees from buckling. “No,” I joke, and he bends my knees a bit.

He rubs calming circles into the back of my thighs with his thumbs. “Don’t need you collapsing on my baby,” he informs me.

Taking both sides in his hands, he rips the fabric in half and shreds it off my body like paper. “Shame. I would’ve let you keep them.” 

Gasping, I look down and watch them fall to the ground. He palms my ass, spreading my cheeks further apart. “Bend over just a little bit more, baby,” he instruct, kissing my ass on both sides. 

Slowly shifting in his grasp, I whine as I bend over. I’m desperate for him, all over me. Filling every hole over and over again until I’m screaming for help.

He hovers his mouth over my pussy. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he praises me, running his pointer finger up and down my folds to collect my wetness.

“Let me tell you something, sunshine,” he grumbles, rubbing his fingers in circles on my puffy, swollen nub. “There's absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Do you understand?” he looks up at me, awaiting my response.

Unable to focus, I just nod my head.

“You have to use your words, baby.” he instantly retracts his fingers from my clit bringing them into his mouth. With a pop, he pulls them out, moaning at the taste of my arousal.

I groan, throwing my head back in frustration. “Yes, I know. Just please take care of me, Vinnie,” I practically beg for the second time tonight.

He returns his fingers to my pussy, slowly rubbing around my entrance. “If you asked me to shoot myself, I would,” he growls, slowly sinking his fingers into me. Curling them downwards on every thrust, his fingers search for that spongy spot. He pulls out and thrusts into me again, and my breath quickens. “If you asked me to slit my wrists, I would.” Quickening his pace, my moans echo through the large bedroom. “You gotta stay quiet, baby. I wanna be the only one to hear those pretty moans.” 

He uses his free hand, bringing it up to my clit, rubbing fast circles on my sensitive bud. His fingers are thrusting into me at such an intense rate that I feel the world collapsing beneath me. My pussy contracts around his fingers and he groans deeply, sending a shiver up my spine. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, sunshine,” he commands, hitting my sweet spot. 

I mewl, obeying his commands, and begin rocking back into him. My orgasm starts approaching rapidly, his fingers drive into me at an unrelenting pace. When my walls flutter, he instantly slows his pace. “Not yet, baby. You can’t cum until you’re quiet.”  

Crying again, I bring my hand up to muffle the sound successfully. He applies more pressure on the quick circles he’s drawing on my clit. I arch my back again until I’m moving with his fingers just as he requested. I moan loudly, the coil in my stomach about to snap. 

He blows a quick shot of air onto my exposed clit, the chill making the coil snap. My vision turns white as I quietly moan out, "Fuck, Vinn.”

“That’s it, sunshine. Cum for me, let go,” he murmurs underneath me, and I can feel the lust dripping off his tongue as my orgasm rocks through me. The pace of his fingers doesn’t slow as he works me through my orgasm, and I hear my nails scratch against the drywall. My legs quake and my back arches slightly, my mouth opening in a silent moan. 

He slows his thrusting and pulls out of me, rising to his feet. He turns me around to face him, his eyes taking in the fucked out expression on my face. “You wanna know how good you taste, baby?” Grabbing my chin, he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip.

I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath and lean back into the wall. “Yes,” I whisper, and as soon as the words leave my lips, his fingers sink into my mouth. Deciding to tease him, I swirl my tongue around his digits, imagining my tongue on his cock. His fingers push back further into my throat until I gag a little, then he pulls them out. Fucking hope he’s impressed that I can take them that far without coughing.

Without another thought, I smash my lips against his, savoring the taste of my orgasm on his tongue. “God, you taste so fucking good. I could eat you forever,” he growls, moving my body back onto the bed.

He crawls on top of me and his bulge is pressed into me once again. “Vinnie, please. I need you.” I whimper into his mouth as my shaky fingers move to slowly unbutton his shirt. 

But he grabs my wrists, stopping me. “I got it, sunshine,” he laughs, then makes quick work to remove his shirt. 

I shamelessly watch as he slowly strips out of his pants and his boxers. Even though I’ve seen him naked in front of me before, he’s never fully been hard. His dick is beautiful. His swollen head is already dripping with precum, making him look good enough to deep throat. 

Vinnie slowly climbs back onto the bed and my eyes widen, realizing what’s about to happen. My breathing quickens in anticipation as he comes down to kiss me hard and deep. 

I moan into him, but my hands move to his chest to push him back as I look down, suddenly scared. “It’s too big, I don’t think it’ll fit,” I insist, crawling away from him.

He grabs my ankles, pulling me back down. “We’re gonna make it fit, baby,” he retorts, his eyes dark. 

The tip of his dick moves back and forth in between my folds, collecting wetness. I whimper, squeezing his shoulders. 

“Hey, sunshine. Look at me.” He grabs my chin until I make eye contact with him. “We can stop if you want to stop. I won't go any further,” he reassures, resting his forehead on mine.

I immediately shake my head, inhaling a sharp breath. “No, I want this–I want you. Just be careful, please.” I pull him into me for a heated kiss and tug his hair, making him groan and deepen the kiss. 

Finally, he pulls back and lines himself up near my entrance, spitting and letting the dribble collect on his base. “This is gonna hurt, so just relax for me, baby.” My legs are pushed open a little wider. 

I nod, trying to calm myself, and he laces his fingers in mine before he moves. The tip of his shaft pushes in, and I gasp at the stretch. “Shit, Vinnie,” I cry out, squeezing his hands until my knuckles turn white. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes, the burn from his girth sends fire into my core. 

Immediately, he stops moving, looking into my eyes. “Do you want me to stop? I’ll stop,” he groans out. 

I bite my lip, shaking my head no. 

He kisses the corner of my eyes and whispers, “Okay, just relax for me, sunshine. I’ll try to make this quick.” He continues to sink slowly into me, bottoming out, and I wince again. To allow me to adjust to his length, he pauses his movements. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he breathes, bending down to kiss my neck. And then, he slowly starts rocking into me and the burn is replaced with a familiar warmth. 

“Oh, god. Vinnie,” I moan, releasing his hands to claw at his back for support. 

He’s hitting the perfect spot already, and he just got inside me. He continues to slowly push in and out of me, allowing me to savor the feeling of him inside me. I moan, biting on his shoulder. 

“More.” My legs are already shaking. “Give me more,” I demand, kissing up to his ear.

Pulling back, he looks at me. “Are you sure?” His hand strokes my curls.

I pull him down into a kiss, allowing my tongue to explore his mouth once more. “Yes, please. Use me, fuck me,” I beg, squirming underneath him.

Vinnie fists the sheets below my head and adjusts his position. I brace myself. “The safe word is ‘moon’, Sunshine. Use it if you need it.” He kisses my neck once more and begins driving into me at a steady, even rate. The tip of his length kisses my g-spot with each stroke. “Fuccckkkk,” he growls into my ear, and I feel myself squeezing him when the words hit my eardrums. 

“Vinnie,” I moan. 

The only sound outside of our pants and moans is the sound of his skin slapping against mine as he fucks me. He wraps his tattooed hand around my throat, leaning in for a kiss. And as if I wasn't already in heaven, he brings his fingers down to rub quick circles on my clit. 

“I’m gonna cum, doll. But I need to feel you squeezing me before I do,” he commands, and I cry as I arch into him. 

He pounds into me steadily, rocking my body into the bed. Each stroke pushes me closer and closer over the edge until I feel myself contracting around him. 

“Cum with me, sunshine,” he whispers against my lips, and it sends me over the edge. 

Arching my back and screaming, I claw at his back and bite his shoulder as my orgasm hits me like a train. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he lifts my hips slightly. 

“Where do you want me to cum, love?” His dick kisses my cervix, and I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow. But I can’t bring myself to give a shit right now. 

He twitches inside me, and I lick a stripe up his neck. “Cum in me, Vinnie,” I whimper, and he growls into my neck. 

His seed spills inside me, his strokes becoming uneven. I moan at the feeling, and squeeze around him, milking out every drop of his cum as he paints my walls. It fills me up and I’ve never felt better after sex. 

He stills inside me, kissing me breathlessly, and takes a few moments to catch his breath. Before he pulls out, I wrap my arms around him, causing him to bury further inside me. “Stay,” I plead, tears threatening to spill over in my eyes.

He softly strokes my hair, wrapping his arm around me and slowly flipping us over so I’m on top. “Okay, sunshine. I got you. Fuck, that was the fastest I’ve ever cum before in my life,” 

Like I requested, he doesn’t pull out. Just pulls me closer into his body until I’m melting into the beautiful tattoos on his chest. His fingers begin tracing light patterns across my back. 

I sniffle, looking up at him with a small smile on my face, and he looks at me. “You okay, sunshine?” he asks, and I shift on his length a little bit. 

Sitting up to put my hands on his chest, I feel his dick twitching and growing inside me. “Yeah. Let's go again,” I giggle, bending down to kiss him. It surprises me how he’s already ready for round two, but I don’t complain. 

He groans into my mouth, wrapping his decorated arms around my waist. Slowly, I lift myself until I feel his tip threatening to slip out. I slide back down onto him, filling myself completely and moaning at the change of position. 

His hands tighten around my waist, helping me swirl my hips around. “I want you to know you’re mine, sunshine,” he groans, reaching up to play with my nipples as I moan at the feeling of him stretching me from this angle. 

I pick up my pace, bouncing on his dick until he’s hitting my perfect spot over and over again. My legs shake, and I feel my third orgasm approaching rapidly. My hand moves to his neck, squeezing it hard. I feel so fucking powerful, making myself cum with his length. 

Vinnie looks up at me with amazement in his eyes and slides his thumb in between us to apply pressure on my clit. I throw my head back and moan, still choking him. “God. You look so pretty when you moan.” 

The pace of his thumb quickens, and I topple over the edge, crashing into my third orgasm with a loud cry. I release my hand on his neck, falling forward. Vinnie removes his hand from my clit to catch me and keep from coming down on his body. He allows me to rest on his chest as he starts to fuck up into me, elongating my orgasm. 

“Vinnie,” I choke out, and my voice bounces off his walls. 

He picks up his pace, driving into me from below. “That’s it, doll. Scream my name. Let the world know who fucking owns you.” 

He pounds my body into his, and I grip his shoulders when I feel a tingling sensation on my clit. Wetness suddenly shoots out from between my legs, running down my thighs and covering his stomach. My whole body quakes, but he doesn’t slow down. 

“Fuck, sunshine. Look at the mess you made, cumming all over me.” 

My brain is on a different planet as he slows down, allowing me to glance down at the soaked sheets. He slowly pulls me off him and I wince, falling backward onto the bed. Then, Vinnie moves me so I’m laying on my side, out of the wet spot, before slowly pushing back into me, spooning me, and caressing my hair. “No one will ever fuck you ever again, for the rest of your life but me. Do you understand?” 

Slamming into me at an unrelenting pace, he bites my neck. His hand wraps around my throat, applying a bit of pressure. Every thrust sends me closer to the edge, and the only thing I register is him kissing the back of my neck. I’m so fucked, I can’t speak. I can’t think. 

“Yes,” I babble out, arching my back into him. 

All I feel is pure bliss. The room is spinning, and I feel another orgasm rapidly approaching. He nibbles a love bite into my neck, hitting my G-spot over and over again. My thighs are lifted a little higher until I see white. “Cum for me again, Sunshine. You feel so good when you squeeze me,” he mumbles into my neck.

I shake my head, and gripping his forearm that chokes me. “I can’t,” I cry, looking at the view from his room— everything is spinning. 

Vinnie increases his pace, slamming into me. “You can, and you will,” he snarls in my ear. 

I feel the tears spilling over in my eyes as he applies more pressure on my throat. The overstimulation of his dick drilling into me repeatedly sends me toppling over another edge, and I wail his name, feeling my soul leave my body. Everything feels fuzzy as his thrusts become sloppy before he lets out an animalistic grunt. I feel his dick twitch, then, shooting hot ropes into me. The heat of it makes me feel like I’m going to pass out, and I moan at the sensation. He continues to slowly thrust into me, riding out both of our orgasms. 

After we’re both spent, he buries himself deep inside me, stroking my hair and peppering kisses on my shoulder as I come down from my high. “You did so well for me, Sunshine. Fucking fantastic,” he praises.

He slowly caresses my hips as my body shakes against his. I wince as he slowly pulls out and scoots down to the bottom of the bed. Spreading my legs wide open, he watches our cum leak out of me. My swollen pussy contracts around nothing, pushing his seed out, and I hear him groan. 

He brings his fingers up to my entrance and I wince. “Shhh, Sunshine, I’m just making sure we don’t waste a drop,” he coos, stuffing his fingers into me and massaging my g-spot. 

An inevitable moan leaves my lips I arch my back to get closer to him. “You want to cum again?” He asks before leaning over to flick his tongue over her my. Crying out at the overstimulation, I shake my head. 

“Too bad, baby.” he quickly thrusts into me with his fingers, moaning at the taste of our orgasms mixing. His tongue flicks over my swollen, puffy clit. I haven’t used our safe word, and I know he’s going to keep pushing me until I say it.

Vinnie removes his tongue from my clit and he uses his other hand to collect our orgasms on his finger. The pace of his fingers slows and he begins rubbing a circle around my tight hole. He slowly pushes his finger into my ass, fucking me with both hands. 

I’m unable to control my movements as I thrash underneath him. His finders drive in and out, reaching the most delicious spot. 

“Give me one last one, Sunshine. I promise I’ll let you stop after,” he orders, and I move my hands to his hair to tug on it.

He pushes his finger further into my ass, curling it a bit more, and I snap. Neglecting his noise warning, my screams and my moans erupt through the room. He moans as he works both of my holes through what I assume is my last orgasm. 

As finally comes down, I whimper, “Moon,” and he stops and slowly pulls his fingers out, satisfied with my overstimulation. 

He crawls up my body, grabbing my face so I'm forced to look at him. “You're everything to me–perfect and mine,” he mumbles into my mouth and I wipe away the tears in my eyes. 

My brain buzzes with post-sex high. “Only for you,” I whisper into the night.

I did so well, and I am his.

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You Like That, Pretty Girl?

Summary: After spending the summer apart, you take a trip up to see Mason before he leaves for the preason tour.

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope - but its kinda a part two to this one

Song Inspo: Fantasy - The Driver Era

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, this is pure smut, maybe there's a tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, dom!mason, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (princess, pretty girl, babyl...), praise kink-ish, degradation, the reader is called a whore and slut, slight body appreciation, spitting, hair pulling, scratching, nipple play, teasing, edging, overstimulation, tears, thigh riding, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, anal play and mentions of anal sex (like i said this is pure smut sorry if you're not into it), hints od masturbation, some spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, talks of cum, cum eating-ish, not edited

Notes: this kinda came to me in a dream....literally. definitely some stuff people may not like and that is fine, you don't have to read it. but if you do read it, feedback would be appreciated

Low grunts and strangled groans fill the silence of Mason's apartment. He rolls his head back against the sofa, and his chest collapses as he tries to take deep breaths. "Fuck, princess," he moans, the sound drawn out and almost sounding like a whine. He takes a peek at you and his cock twitches in your throat at the messy string of spit that coats your chin. "So sloppy and so good for me," he praises, his hand finding a home on the back of your head. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat and you gag around him as his hips buck wildly, meeting your mouth as he pushes on the back of your head. "Just get that last bit in there, baby," he whimpers, chewing on his bottom lip.

You relax your throat and moan feeling your nose brushing against his pelvis. He bucks once more and more spit dribbles down your chin. You were a complete mess, drooling over his cock like a starved dog, and you could no longer ignore the ache building between your legs. A whimper bubbles in the back of your throat as you slip your hand down the front of your panties, shooting vibrations down the length of his shaft. The tips of your fingers were quickly coated in your arousal, spreading the wetness from your weeping hole up to your clit.

"Oh my-" A mix between a low chuckle and groan fills the silence. "Does this turn you on, princess? Does sucking on your best friend's cock make you wet?" His words are meant to tease you but all you can do is whimper and feel your cunt pulse as you insert a finger. He tugs on your hair and pulls you off his cock. You whine as he roughly handles you, craning your head back to look up at him. "Let me see," he demands, making a come hither motion with his opposite hand.

Reluctantly, you remove your hand, whimpering at the emptiness, and show it to him. His eyes grow wide and his cock twitches at your fingers glistening with arousal. You can only whimper, lost for words, as you watch him suck your fingers into his mouth. His tongue is warm, swirling around each digit to lick every bit of you off your fingers, and it flooded your mind with the thought of it lapping hungrily against your clit and pushing deep inside your walls.

"Taste so fucking good, baby," he drops your wrist and sits back, "but you're not done, yet."

Leaning forwards, you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, a smile pinching at the corners of your lips as you listen to the soft pants that seem to leave his mouth as you begin to slowly pump your hand up and down his hardened length. "Like that?" You find your voice and roll your thumb over the tip.

He bites his bottom lip and nods his head. "Need it in your mouth though."

You press a gentle kiss to the tip and drop your hand down his shaft, gripping him tightly in place as you lower your mouth over him. Instantly, his hand is on the back of your head, pushing you down until he feels his entire length nestled deep in your throat. There's a temporary struggle for power, but Mason gives in, letting you bob your head with free will.

"Just like that," he moans, running his opposite hand through the short strands of his hair, "keep sucking it, baby." He watches his cock disappear into your mouth, chest collapsing and groaning loudly as you keep him in the back of your throat, closing it around his tip. "Gonna make me cum," he nods, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut.

It was all the motivation you needed to keep going. You stroked the parts you couldn't fit into your mouth and focused on breathing through your nose. You weren't going to stop until he coated the inside of your throat with thick ropes of cum. Your free hand cupped his balls and massaged them gently in your palm. He groaned at this, nodding frantically as higher pitch moans and shorter breaths passed his lips.

"There-That-Fuck!" He can barely speak, the muscles in his thighs and stomach growing taut as he feels his orgasm burning at the base of his spine like a white flame. "Gonna cum," he pushes both hands on the back of your head, bucking his hips up to meet your mouth, "take it- fuck, just take it all-"

You moan approvingly around him as you feel his cock twitch and flood your throat. His load is too much and it spills out of your mouth, mixing with the spit that still dribbled down your chin. You wipe it up with your fingers, taking a second to spread it around with your thumb, before offering Mason your hand. "I was always told if you make a mess, you clean it up yourself." He raises his eyebrows and one side of his mouth curves. "Go on," you encourage, standing up in front of him, "taste yourself for me."

Just like before, he wraps his hand around your wrist and guides your fingers into his mouth. Your thighs squeeze together, a new rush of heat flooding between them, as he sucks them clean. "I don't taste as good as you, baby," he chuckles, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. He tugs on your wrist and pulls you down to straddle his lap. Your skin feels on fire as he runs one hand up over your arm, moving along the curve of your shoulder and finds the back of your neck. "And I really want to taste you again," he kisses your neck, biting and sucking until there's a faint mark, "and again," he kisses the opposite side, "and again."

Soft whimpers spill from your lips and your roll your head back, giving him more access to your neck. His lips are soft and gentle but he's rough with you when he grazes his teeth against your skin, compelled by the need to mark you as much as he possibly could.

"Take this off," he pulls at your (his) t-shirt, "I need to see all of you." He sits back, watching you remove the white-coloured fabric and toss it behind you, joining the rest of your clothes on his living room floor. It wasn't cold, but your nipples were already reacting to the elements, and he watched with wonder as they hardened. "Fucking gorgeous," he mumbles, cupping your boobs and pushing them together. He leans forward and your back instinctively arches into him as he kisses along their tops. "After your eyes, they are my favourite thing about you," he murmurs, swirling his tongue around the left nipple.

"And your cock is my favourite thing about you," you throw back, moving to straddle his thigh. You roll your hips and grind yourself upon the top of his thigh, desperately trying to seek some release for your ache. It was a start, but it wasn't enough.

He chuckles. "That's because you're a whore, baby." You could neither agree nor disagree with him. Sex was like a hobby to you. New positions. New kinks. New toys. You wanted to discover and try them all. "And today you get to be my whore," he murmurs against your skin, swirling his tongue around your right nipple. You whimper as he sucks it into your mouth and the stimulation increases the damp spot on your panties. He gasps, feeling your wetness seep through onto his thigh as you continue to ride him. "Here," he pulls your panties to the side and flexes his thigh, "that's better, isn't it?"

"So much better," you whimper, fisting your fingers into the back of his hair, dragging your nails over his scalp as you grind harder against his thigh. You pull his mouth against yours, moaning as his tongue flirts with the seam of your lips, deepening the kiss. You could taste faint traces of both of you on his tongue, and it had your cunt pulsating around nothing. "Feels so good," you desperately whine, pleasure licking up your spine.

He stops rolling your nipple under his thumb and settles his hand lazily over your hip, giving it a soft squeeze. He loved how you felt under his hands, the softness of your skin, feeling all of your curves, he could become addicted to it. "Wanna cum?" You nod your head, whimpering into his neck as you bury your face into his body. His free hand wraps around your throat and pushes you away. You chew the soft flesh of your bottom lip and make a weird moaning sound like you were trying to protest. "Get off me," his voice switches from soft and caring to rough and cold.

"Mason-"

His hand slips off your hip and gives your ass a sharp slap that leaves your skin tingling for more. He looks down at his thigh as you crawl over to the seat next to him, kicking off your underwear as you go, the mess you had left making the blood in his body rush to his cock. "Hands and knees," he orders, taking some of that mess onto his fingers, spreading it over the head of his cock as he fucks his fist a few times. He was hot and heavy in his hand and ready to fuck you.

You whine and back your hips against his hand as he cups your pussy. His fingers toy with your clit, rubbing it in slow agonising circles, and he pushes his thumb against your dripping hole. "Look how easy you take me," there's no resistance as he pushes his thumb inside, watching it momentarily disappear before pulling it out, "and that's just my thumb, baby, think how easy I could just slip my cock in there. Bet you don't need my fingers to stretch you out at all."

"Please, Mason," you beg, looking back over your shoulder. He watches your eyes roll and your lips part as he pushes his thumb back in, pumping it in and out a few times, chuckling under his breath when you clenched around him. Your clit remained stimulated by his fingers and you whimper out as he applies pressure to the sensitive bud. "Wanna cum this time," you back up onto him, pushing his thumb deeper inside you.

He cocks his head to the side. "Think you get to decide that?"

"I made you cum-"

He cuts you off with a quick slap to your pussy, making you whimper as he leaves you empty. "And you assume that means I have to let you cum?" He questions you, kissing along the path of your backbone. He slides one hand down back to your pussy, running his fingers through your swollen lips, playing with the mess that had been created. "I could fuck this cunt with my fingers, tease this sweet, little clit with my tongue, and fill you up with so much of my cum it would look like this needy little hole was crying tears of it and I still wouldn't think about letting you cum," he whispers into your ear, biting on your earlobe.

"That's not fair," you whimper back as you feel him give the globes of your ass another strike.

"Not everything in life is fair, sweetheart."

He sits back on his knees and spreads your cheeks, the tight, puckered rim teasing him to touch it. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel him graze the soft pad of his thumb against it, the muscles tightening in reaction to the new sensation. "You like that, pretty girl?" He asks, unable to tear his eyes away from your body. He moves his thumb to the side and spits on the rim, spreading his saliva around before pushing the digit once more against the tight muscle.

"Mason," you choke out his name in pleasure, hips involuntarily bucking against his mouth as he dips his tongue into your cunt. The movement of his thumb was slow, giving you time to adjust to its intrusion, but when paired with his tongue lapping at you, it had tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "Fuck, fucking fuck-" You reach for the cushion in front of you, holding it tightly as you rock back onto his thumb, gasping as you push yourself up to his knuckle.

Mason groans appreciatively at how eager you are for him. "Look at you," he mumbles, bringing his free hand under your body, replacing his tongue with his fingers and pushing two inside. He curls them to stroke the soft spot at the front, the bit of you that would have you coming undone on his fingers. "Taking my thumb in your ass like some common whore," you can't help but enjoy the way he degrades you, "is that what you like, princess? Do you like having my thumb in this tight, little asshole?"

"Yes," you sob, panting to catch your breath, and dropping your head onto the cushion, "feel so fucking good!"

"Has anyone touched you here before?" He feels his cock twitch as you shake your head and he's reminded of how painfully hard he was. If he didn't fuck you soon, he might cum from being untouched. "That's dirty, baby," he groans feeling you flutter around his fingers, "letting your best friend touch you like this, that's really dirty."

"'m close-"

"-not yet," he shakes his head, increasing the speed of his which he massaged your cunt, "just a little longer for me." You shake your head, fresh tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you desperately try to hold on. He leans over and kisses the space between your shoulders. "Is it too much, baby?" You choke out a sob, grinding your hips back into him. "Thought a slut like you would enjoy getting all her holes stuffed liked this," he sniggers, and any tenderness you thought might have been there was gone.

It was driving you to the brink of insanity. No, he was driving you to the brink of insanity. If he didn't let you cum, you were afraid you might just snap in two. "Mason, please!" You choked out a sob of pleasure, foolishly begging him for release. He plucked both his thumb and his fingers from your holes and gripped the base of his cock, slapping it against your clit. "Yes, Mason," you gasp, wiggling your hips against him as he kept teasing your clit.

"Turn over," he grunts, shuffling back a space, "get on your back."

He spits into the palm of his hand and spreads it over his shaft, fisting his hand along his length. It sits hard and heavy in his hand, the head leaking fresh precum, that he spreads against your pussy, mixing it with your arousal, as he lines himself up with your entrance. He leans over you, thrusting his hips forward to push himself inside, knocking the breath from your lungs as he bottoms out.

"I've got a deal for you," he grunts, pulling out until it's just his tip teasing your hole, and slamming his hips forward. "I'll let you cum, if you let me fuck that pretty ass the next time I see you." He repeats the same motion, watching your boobs bounce as his thrust forces your whole body to jolt. His hand caresses one of them, making you whine as he pinches and tweaks the nipple. "Do we have a deal?"

"Sure, yes," you would've agreed to anything at this point, "I'll do anything you want." Your face grows warmer by a few degrees, embarrassed by yourself for sounding so desperate, but desperate you were. You looped your arms around his neck and pull him down to meet your mouth, locking your legs around his waist. He groans into your mouth, feeling you pulsate around him as you force him to thrust deeper. "Now, don't stop."

His hand frames your face, tenderly stroking your jaw and bumping the end of his nose against yours. He kisses your lips once and then a second time, licking his own as he pulls away, a soft smile pinched on the corners. "I wouldn't dream of it," he says, his voice lacking the degrading tone he had been using only moments before. He inches your legs higher up his waist, the new angle allowing him to fuck you deeper, and slides his hands between your bodies, toying with your swollen clit. "Still want to cum, princess?"

"More than anything."

He laughs, his chest vibrating against yours, and dips to kiss you again. "Then do it," he permits, grunting as he feels you tightening around him, "cum for me." His cock continues to stroke against the inner walls of your cunt, licking pleasure up your spine and disbursing through your body like raging wildfire. "Cum with me," he nods, his cock pulsating as he releases inside you, coating your walls with thick ropes of cum. Your body trembles with and against him, your orgasm hitting you hard in consecutive waves of all-consuming pleasure.

Mason is the first to move, slowly pulling his cock from your grip, groaning appreciatively as he watches his cum slowly drip from your needy hole. "Right where my cum belongs to be," he murmurs, brushing his thumb tenderly between your lips and over your clit.

You squirm below him, shaking your head, "too sensitive."

He just chuckles and leans over you, dipping to brush his lips against your hairline. "So much for having a lazy day to catch up, huh?" He climbs off his sofa in search of his boxers, and you frown watching him pulling the tight black material over his legs.

"Right, that," you reply amusingly, "I don't think we'll be having that chat soon, do you?"

"Not if you don't learn to start wearing your own clothes," he smirks, grabbing and tossing the t-shirt at you. You make no attempt to catch it, letting it cover some of you up as it lands on your upper body. "Seriously," he says, looking over his shoulders, "put it back on before I decide fucking you again is a better idea than getting us both something to eat."

You shrug your shoulders and knock the t-shirt back to the floor. "I guess you'll just have to fuck me again."

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veins and video games - m.s

PAIRING: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.9K

GENRE(S): smut, established relationship au

SUMMARY: you notice how good matt’s hands look while he’s playing video games. 

WARNINGS: smut [soft dom matt, teasing, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, slight overstimulation]

“just five more minutes, baby,” your boyfriend, matt, says for the nth time this evening, his eyes not even leaving the PC screen as he speaks. 

“ugh but you said that last time.” you whine sprawled out on his bed for god knows how long. 

matt mutes his mic and turns around to look at you and says “I know babe, but i promise just 5 more minutes and i’m all yours okay?” then turning back around to return to his game. 

“ughhhhhh” you groan rolling over to your belly and going back to your phone. matt turns around looking at you, seeing a pout on your lips he starts to feel bad for playing for so long. he then has an idea.

“baby come sit on my lap and watch me play.” he says, you perk up and make your way over to sit on his lap.

he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, unmutes his mic, starts the game and you intently watch him play. you watch the screen for a little bit but then your eyes drift down to follow the movement of his hands and fingers. you notice his veins pop out everytime he moves his hands and his fingers move quickly across the controller. now thinking about how good his fingers would look inside of you, you start to rub your thighs together for relief. you then unintentionally start to move on his lap getting a little more comfortable which causes matt to let out a breath.

matt grabs your hips and says, “baby, stop moving.” quietly so the boys won’t hear him, eyes still not leaving the screen. 

you pout your lips and move again still feeling uncomfortable. matt then utters out a small groan so quiet you almost missed it. you bite your own lip and smirk to yourself knowing what your movement caused, starting to feel something hard poke you from under. you move on him again and that causes his character to die.

“FUCK MATT WE ALMOST HAD HIM!” you can hear chris yell through matt’s headset. “we got him for the next game bro.” matt replies.

taking advantage of the small break, you start to trace your fingers along matt’s veins, loving the way they look in the light. you then bring his fingers to your lips, give it a small kiss and that’s when you slowly start to put his fingers in your mouth. matt is watching you intently with a dark look in his eyes. you make eye contact with him and start sucking on his fingers pretending like it’s a lollipop. you start to feel matt get even harder from under you and you start to move on his lap causing matt to let out a groan.

“matt you good?” you hear nick say through his headset. “yeah, just stubbed my toe. let’s start playing.” matt says, pulling his fingers out your mouth, giving you a warning glare. you pout and then an idea comes to your mind. 

you get off his lap and get down on your knees in front of him. matt looks at you not knowing what your intentions are. you start to pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to take his cock out. the feeling of your soft hand wrapping itself around his shaft causes him to let out a quiet groan. you look up at him with wide eyes and that sight alone will make him cum. he sucks in a small breath as you lick up a small stripe, taking him in your mouth, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock as you swirl your tongue around it.

you smile when matt jerks his hips up at the contact, his bottom lip between his teeth trying to keep his cool as you start to take him further down your throat. you make a ‘hm’ noise that sends vibrations through his body. you notice his jaw tightens and his grip tightens around his controller as you start to bob your head up and down at a rhythmic pace. He looks down at you and that sight alone makes you draw out a quiet whine. he throws his head back, closing his eyes causing him to lose focus in that game.

“MATT CMON BRO WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU TONIGHT” chris yells through his headset.

as matt is about to speak, you swirl your tongue around his tip and sucking on it like your life depends on it, and that makes him let out a loud groan.

“fuck.” you hear matt nearly growl into the mic, hips faltering as he tries his best not to cum down your throat.

“sorry guys im not feelin too great tonight imma have to clock out for the night.” matt says into the mic all in one breath trying his best not to stutter. immediately after telling nick and chris he leaves the game, takes off his headset, and shuts everything down. pushing his chair away from his desk he gives you a disapproving look. hair messy and out of breath, the tip of his cock still resting on tongue, he’s never looked so hot.

“you couldn’t have waited 5 minutes could you hm?” matt says with a husky voice shooting straight to your already soaked panties. “i just..” you begin, starting to pout your bottom lip out with wide eyes that make him go crazy, “i just wanted your attention.” “yeah baby?” matt smirks, getting up from his seat and dragging you to his bed. 

you nod eagerly, letting him lie you down on your back and pulling your panties down, sinking straight into the soft silk sheets and legs spreading automatically. matt pulls his lip between his teeth, tracing you up from your thighs up to your pretty pink lips. he taps the bottom of your lip with his thumb signaling you to open, you comply letting him shove his fingers in your mouth. you start swirling your tongue and sucking on his fingers like you were on his cock. matt lets out a groan, replacing his fingers with his lips. the kiss is hard, heavy and messy, getting you even more wet if that was possible. you slowly start to feel his fingers running down your waist all the way to in between your thighs causing you to let out a small whine.

matt pulls away, “what’s wrong baby?” saying mockingly. you start to let out inaudible words. “use your words pretty girl” giving you a soft kiss. “matt i need you.” you whine bucking your hips up trying to get some type of friction. “i don’t know baby, after that stunt you just pulled, i don’t think you deserve it.” he slowly teases you purposely avoiding the one spot you need him the most. “matty please i’ll be a good girl for you.” you whine. he smirks, “oh you’re gonna be a good girl for me baby?” you nod eagerly, begging, “yes yes yes i’ll be so good for you please” and that’s when you finally feel his fingers rubbing your clit in circles. 

you let out a sigh mixed with a moan finally feeling that relief you’ve been needing for ever. Matt continues to rub in circles slowly getting faster and faster. “matt please i need your fingers inside me.” you sigh out. “so needy baby” he says as he starts to insert a finger into your wet cunt. “oh fuck baby, you’re so wet and tight for me.” he moans out and inserts another finger starting to pick up the pace causing you to let out a loud moan. all you can focus on right now is how good his fingers feel inside of you and the way he curls his fingers is just hitting you all in the right places all while he’s giving you wet kisses on your neck. the combination of the neck kisses and him fingering you with those long slender fingers makes you closer to your orgasm.

“feel good baby?” he says as he picks up the pace even more. you moan out, “mmm i’m close matty.” “I know baby i know, i can feel you clenching around my fingers. you’re doing so good for me.” he says starting to rub your thumb with his clit as he fingers you and that pushes you towards the edge. “oh my god” you scream out drenching his fingers in your juices. matt slows down his pace letting you ride out your high and once you finally calmed down he brings his thumb to your bottom lip signaling you to open. you let out a moan tasting yourself on his fingers looking at him deeply in his eyes making him let out a small sigh. he immediately dives in for a passionate kiss, tongues fighting with dominance. you feel his hands going to your waist to the edge of your shirt starting to lift it. you break away from the kiss to help him out by pulling your shirt over your head as he does the same to his own, reconnecting your lips together, he removes your bra with ease. “open your legs wider sweetheart.” he mumbles against your lips. you comply feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your wet slit. the feeling makes you let out a small whine still sensitive from your previous orgasm which makes matt chuckle lowly. he starts to slowly insert himself letting out a loud moan. “fuck baby, you're so tight for me.” he says bottoming you out, once you’ve adjusted to him he starts to pick up the pace keeping a steady rhythm. “oh fuck matt, fuck fuck fuck…” you moan out. He continues to pound into you at a fast pace, hands gripped onto your waist. “mmm baby you feel so good. you’re doing so good for me.” he moans out, slowing his pace slightly making you feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you deeply. he brings his thumb to your lips and you close your lips moaning around it. “fuck..” he picks up the pace going harder and faster feeling your tongue on his thumb and that causes you to let out a scream. “matty close close close…” you moan out feeling another orgasm creeping up. “yeah baby? cum on my cock for me.” he groans out putting pressure on your clit. That action alone made you scream out his name covering his cock in your juices, but he doesn’t slow down. “matt…can’t…too much..” you say breathless. “yes you can baby. you’re gonna be a good girl for me right?” he leans down giving you sloppy wet kisses on your neck slowing down his pace but going in oh so deep. “mhm wanna be… your good girl…” you say, slightly fucked out causing matt to chuckle. he then throws one of your legs over his shoulder letting him fuck into you at a new angle. “mmm you take me so well baby im so close baby.” he says ramming into you at a faster speed. you can’t even speak words properly so you just let out noises. “you gonna be a good girl let me cum in you huh?” he says in a low voice. “uh huh uh huh” you nod your head clenching around him repeatedly.

“oh fuck im cumming baby, fuck im cumming.” he says squeezing his eyes shut, hips moving faster as he feels you clenching. you scream out feeling your third orgasm of the night wash you over as matt lets out a long string of curses and moans releasing his load into you. his hips slow down letting you both ride your high. he slowly pulls out, both of you wincing at the loss of contact. 

“you did so good for me princess.” matt giving you a gentle kiss. taglist: @luverboychris <3 she my bitch fr

author's note: hi dis my first story i've ever written, if you like it, kisses for you, and if you hate it don't tell me or i'll cry. i was actually debating on whether to start writing or not but i got a request (surprisingly) and so here's this but n e weighs fanks for reading mwah <3

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[shawnsturns]

Wet Dreams | Colby Brock

Prompt: Colby telling reader,  "Were you dreaming about me again, sweetheart?"

Summary: After a night of drinking with your best friend, you guys walk to her boyfriend, Sam's house to crash, and his friend, Colby, is there. You’ve had wet dreams about him, but you don’t know that he knows until he tells you.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, alcohol consumption, oral (f rec), biting, scratching, choking, rough/semi forceful actions, unprotected sex, creampie, [mostly cute] name calling, praising, literal filth

Word count: 3.6k | somewhat edited

You were feeling tipsy by the second drink, and you were drunk by the fourth.

Those double shots will do it.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" Y/f/n says nudging you out of your stare on a random guy at the bar, "You've been staring long enough." She finishes her drink, "Or is it because he kinda looks like Colby?"

Your head snaps towards her and you shake your head, laughing slightly as you feel your cheeks getting warmer, "No, no. That's not wh-"

"How long have we been friends?" She tilts her head as she looks at you, causing you to sigh, "Forever."

"Exactly. So why don't you just tell Co-"

"He doesn't like me back." You say looking down. Y/f/n leans in slightly, "Did he tell you that himself?" You shake your head, "No, bu-"

"No. No buts. You're going to get drunk, then we're going to walk to Sam's house and you-"

"Whoa, wait. We're sleeping at Sam's?" You ask knowing there's a good chance Colby will be there too, "I didn't know this."

"I told you before we came here, stop trying to find excuses not to spill your feelings for Colby." She pushes your shoulder gently, "I'm telling you, y/n. Just talk to him. You never know what might happen."

She turns to get another drunk and you sigh, thinking about what she said. You've had a huge crush on Colby, ever since Sam introduced you guys to him.

You've hung out multiple times and yeah, maybe there something there, but you're scared it's just you feeling that way.

"Here. Drink up." Y/f/n shoves a glass into your hand and turns to grab hers, pulling her phone out of her pocket to check it, "Oh. Here." She holds her phone up, taking a selfie as you smile with your cheek pressed against hers.

"Saving that." She says with a smile, "We look so drunk, but still cute! Now let's dance a little before we leave."

A little turned into two more hours of drinking and dancing, your heels hurt your feet, you're aching to get out of them, but that's not the only thing you're aching for.

Colby's smile flashes in your mind, along with the thought of his ring covered fingers dragging up and down your skin and touching you where you needed him most.

"I told Sam we'll be on our way soon, so one more drink?" She bites her lip as she looks at you, waiting for you to agree.

You think about it for a moment before letting out a sigh, "One more couldn't hurt."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Shut up. No that picture is atrocious." You groan as you snatch y/f/n's phone from her. You both can't walk in a straight line so save your lives, so you're bumping into each other every other minute.

"No it's cute!" She bites her lip taking her phone back, "I also may have sent this to Colby." She turns her phone and it's a, not bad at all, picture of you standing at the bar. Your dress was riding up a little too high, almost revealing your ass.

"No." You mumble out, "Tell me you didn't!"

"I did. And I'm not sorry."

You pretended to hate her for it, but that quickly vanished as you actually love her for it.

"There they are." Sam says walking out of the door, "How was it?" You both start giggling and he raises his eyebrows, "Oh, wonderful. You're both still drunk." He laughs with a sigh, "Come on. I got pizza for you guys."

"Ooh, pizza." You and your friend look at each other and laugh because you said the same thing at the same time.

"Oh, y/n." Sam says getting your attention. You look up at him, still smiling. He looks over at y/f/n and back to you, "Colby is here."

Your smile drops and your anxiety starts to race, and it's worse because you're drunk, but you play it cool, "No surprise there." You laugh slightly and walk in with your friend.

"Colby! They're here." Sam announces as he shuts the door. You turn, eyes wide, "You didn't have to announce it." You mumble through gritted teeth. He smirks and walks over to y/f/n, hugging her from behind.

Your eyes stay on them as they smile and laugh, wishing that was you and Colby.

"Well hello, hello." Colby says as he walks down the steps, "On a scale from one to ten, how drunk are we tonight?"

Colby's presence makes you nervous, you don't want to make a fool of yourself. Y/f/n giggles, "I'm at an eight right now." She looks over at me and raises her eyebrows.

You sigh and set your purse on the counter, "I'm ready for bed." You walk towards Colby to go upstairs and you avoid eye contact as you walk by him.

But you can tell his eyes are on you the whole time.

You can hear y/f/n trying to whisper but you hear everything, "I tried to talk to her, I even told her about the picture I sent to you. I don't know why-"

Her voice fades out as you walk into where she keeps her clothes. You didn't bring anything, considering you forgot you were coming to Sam's.

As your rummaging through your friends drawer of the dresser, something lands on your head and you can hear Colby trying not to laugh. You pull the shirt from your head, turning to look at him.

"Thought you'd be more comfortable in that." He smirks slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the door way, "If you need anything else, let me know."

His eyes move up and down your low-coverage dress and he tilts his head before walking away. You stand there, slightly dumbfounded but you roll with it.

You make your way to the bathroom, switching the shower on before stepping in. You gasp at how good the water feels on your drunk body, but you sober up a little by the time you get out. You wrap a towel around your body, peaking out before you make your way to find y/f/n.

You know on their door and you can hear Sam talking on the other side but he tells a quick, "Come in." You open the door slightly peaking your head in, "Y/f/n?"

Sam reaches over from his desk and taps her ankle, "Babe, y/n wants you." She groans as she sits up but trudges over to you, "Talk to Colby yet?"

"N-no. That's not why I'm here. I need underwear." You say quietly. She giggles slightly, fighting back saying any kind of comment, "Mhm."

She walks over, grabbing a pair from her drawer, "These are new, but they won't be after tonight." She winks and you roll your eyes, "Sure."

You pull the door shut, turning to walk back down the hall to one of the spare bedrooms and freeze when Colby walks out of the other one.

"Hey." He smiles, and god do you love his smile. You smirk slightly, giving him a low, "Hey" as you walk by him.

"Wait." He says and you stop instantly, hesitating to spin towards him, but you do, "What's up?" He steps towards you, looking down at you as he gets closer. His chest is inches away from yours and he sighs, "The dress you wore tonight, made it so fucking hard for me to not come down there and take you out of that place."

Your breath hitches and you grip your towel tighter, actually wanting him to rip it off of you, but you couldn't muster up enough confidence so you just force a small smile, "Really? Why?"

He chuckles lowly, "I think you know why." He walks down the steps, looking back at you from over his shoulder before disappearing into another room.

Why couldn't I just fucking do it, you think as you mentally beat yourself up, get over yourself, Jesus Christ.

You make your way into the room you're staying in for the night and change into the shirt Colby threw at you. You pull it up, smelling it to see if it smells like him, and it does.

You fall back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling until you eventually pass out.

"Yeah, baby. Just like that." Colby moans into your ear as he has his cock buried deep into your aching cunt.

You whimper out as his hand slides up, squeezing the sides of your neck, slowly adding pressure.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart." His voice is low and deep, groans escape his lips with each slow thrusts into you, "C'mon baby. I need to hear it."

"Y-ou.. Colby." You whimper out, "I want you. All of you."  You reach back to grab his arm but he pins it to your lower back, "Say it again." He releases the grip on your throat and slides his hand up the back of your scalp and grips a handful of hair.

"Colby." You gasp out, "Fuck, yes. Please. Please. I need you. I need yo-"

You gasp awake, sitting straight up as you look around the semi dark room. You sit in silence, trying to hear if anyone is up, if anyone heard anything from you.

You hear Sam and Colby yelling back and forth, they must be playing their games, so they must have headsets on, so they probably didn't hear you.

Or so you thought.

You swallow, wincing at how dry your throat is. You get up, slowly and quietly making your way to the door and slowly opening it. You peak your head out, looking down the empty hall before stepping out and making your way down stairs as quickly and quietly as possible.

But what you didn't know, is that Colby's door was open, just enough to see you move past.

As you're standing in the kitchen, eating a slice of cold pizza, you feel a presence move into the room and you freeze.

Please don't be Colby, you think repeatedly, please don't be Colby.

"What are you doing up?" Colby's voice flows through the room, "I thought you'd be knocked out like y/f/n is."

You shrug, "I needed a drink and then I got hungry." You glance over at his shirtless figure and back down to your glass of water before taking a big gulp.

You set your pizza crust down and lay your hands on the counter, "Well, I'm going to get back to bed." You walk around the other side of the island, but you're stopped by an arm extended over your chest, "Now hang on."

You feel cornered, but you really aren't putting up any kind of fight.You stand there, slowly looking up at him, "I hung on, can I go to-"

His bluntness cuts you off, "Were you dreaming about me again, sweetheart?"

You stand there, staring at him in a shocked and embarrassed state, "I-i, no. Why.. why would you-"

He smirks, moving his body closer to yours, "I heard you. So no need to pretend you weren't."

"You heard, what exactly?" You ask trying to see if he really knows. His hand comes up, his thumb lightly drags against your bottom lip, "my name, a few times."

He slides his hand to cup your cheek, "and some other sounds I wish I couldn't heard better."

Your breath hitches as his hands slide down your sides, "I knew you would look good in this shirt." You look down at his shirt but his hand quickly lifts your chin and his lips are on yours and you give in fully to him.

"Colby." You whimper against his lips as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you into him, "Please."

He smirks as he leans back, "Not until you tell me what you were dreaming about." He lifts you up into the counter, "I want to know what I was doing to you in that pretty little mind of yours."

You let out a low groan as he leans in to kiss your neck slowly, "come on, baby. Be a good girl and te-"

Being called a good girl seemed to be the key.

"Can we go upstairs? I don't want anyone else hearing this." You bite your lip as you lean back and he nods, "C'mon." He slides you off the counter and your hand is still in his as he takes you upstairs into the room you're staying in.

He shuts the door and your back is instantly pressed to it, his voice is low, "Start talking, princess." He presses his lips to yours, "I want to feel you sooner than later."

He lifts you up and your legs wrap around his waist, "I was.." you breathe out as you look down at him, "dreaming about you.. and me." You run a hand through his hard hair and bite your lip, "You buried yourself in me as you choked me."

His breath hitches and he clears his throat, "Is that all?"

You shake your head and lean in to kiss him. Your lips move in sync for a couple of moments before you pull away just enough to speak, "You were telling me to beg for you basically, telling me to tell you that I needed you."

He tilts his head back, licking his lips as he walks you over to the bed, "I've dreamed of having you beg for me." He lays you down, his body perfectly still between your thighs.

"Please, Colby." You lay a hand on his cheek and he smirks, "Please what, baby?"

"Fuck me." You whisper almost inaudible, "I need you."

His lips crash onto yours, making out with you until you drag your nails down his back. "Fuck." He groans lowly as he sits up. You whimper at the loss of his touch and go to sit up, but stops you, "Just lay back, princess. Let me take care of you."

You bite your lip, lying back as you await his touch. You feel his hands slide up your legs, "You're so beautiful." He whispers, "I should have just came and got you."

He dips his head in, licking up your pussy which causes you to moan and you slap a hand over your mouth, not wanting to disturb the others.

"Mm, move that hand. I wanna hear you." Colby looks up at you and you move your hand and look down to meet his gaze. You watch him as he grips your thighs, going back to enjoying how you taste on his tongue.

"Colby.." you whine out and tangle your fingers in his hair, "Fuck, so close." You whimper and tug his hair, earning a low groan.

He slides his hand over, his middle finger rubbing circles on your clit as he whispers a low, "Cum for me, baby."

You grind your hips against his hand and mouth, moaning as you arch your back off the bed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He groans as you clench around his tongue, desperate for that first orgasm. You gasp loudly as it hits, slightly twisting your body as he keeps your hips pinned down.

"Shit." You say breathless as he stands up. Your eyes move to him and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him discard his sweats, leaving him naked.

He crawls back up, "How was I fucking you in that dream you had?" He brushes hair from your face and smirks down at you, "I just want to make it come true."

You smile and tilt your head, "You had me flipped over, ass in the air."

"Roll over." He leans up, watching as you comply with his demand, "Shit." His hands lay on your ass and he squeezes, "so fucking sexy."

You him lowly as you wiggle your hips, "Colby.. baby please.."  he smiles at you calling him baby, "What do you want?"

"You." You say instantly, "You, Colby. Please.. I need to have your cock inside me." You whimper and push your hips back, "Please."

He slides his hands up your back and lightly drags his nails against your skin on the way back towards your ass. His actions send chills up your spine and you moan, "Colby.."

He lifts himself up, positioning his cock at the entrance of your needy cunt, "Keep begging, baby." He rubs the head of his cock against you before pushing in, groaning out as you clench around him, "Fuck, y/n."

His hands grip your hips tight and his eyes roll shut as his hips meet your ass, "What do you want me to do?"

"Choke me.. please." You tilt your head up and he slides his hand up around your neck, squeezing slowly, "Never pictured you to be this much of a little slut baby."

There's no hesitation when you answer him, "Only for you."

And he loved it.

His hand squeezes around your throat, hard as he starts thrusting his cock in and out, "You feel so fucking good." He groans out, "Let me hear you, baby."

You let out a moan, gripping the blankets below you as his thrusts become punishing. You feel that build up again, moaning out as you much as his hand on your throat will allow.

"Tell me what you want." He says as he lets go of your throat, "Tell me what you need from me." His hand tangles in your hair and he tilts your head back, whispering in your ear, "Do you want me to fill that pretty pussy for you?"

"Y-yes." You gasp out and push your hips back, "Yes, yesyesyes." You squeeze his cock and he groans, "Fuck, not gunna last much longer, princess." He kisses the back of your shoulder, biting and sucky a hicky onto your skin, "You sure you want that?"

You moan, "Colby, yes. I need you to cum in my pussy."

He moans at your words, thrusting his cock in and out of you slowly, "Cum for me first, okay? Then you can have me."

You reach back to grab his arm but he pins it to your lower back and lets go of your hair. He leans back up, keeping a hold of your arm and your hip, "Fuck, fuck."

You rest your head down, moaning into the bed as you cum around his cock. He reaches down, grabbing your hair and tilting your head up, "Don't hide those pretty sounds from me, princess."

Your eyes roll back as another surprise orgasm comes back and slams into you. Colby raises his eyebrows, "Fuck, again?" He smirks and listens as you whine out for him.

Moaning his name over and over again.

You were completely his.

You are his.

"Sh-shit." He grips your hips with both hands and pulls you back as he pushes his cock all the way in, fucking his cum into you as deep as he can.

"Holy fuck." He sighs as he pulls out, laying beside you to make sure you're okay, "Y/n?" He whispers, "Look at me."

Your body rests flat on the bed and you turn your head to look at him. He brings his fingers up to gently grip your chin, "You alright?"

You nod against the bed, "Mhm." He smiles and leans over to kiss your forehead, "So was that better than your dreams?"

You nod and sit up slightly, "How did you know I had more than one?"

He smiles and licks his lips, "Remember last week when we were driving around looking for that one bridge?"

You nod and he continues, "Well you fell asleep right before Sam and Y/f/n went into the store, and you were whimpering my name."

"Oh." You blush slightly, "Sorry."

He shakes his head, "No, no. I felt honored that you were dreaming about me." He bites his lip as his eyes can over your face, "Took all I had not to wake you up and fuck you right there in the backseat."

Your lips twitch into a smirk, "Well I give you full permission to do it next time. And the time after that, and any time you want."

He pulls you in and kisses you, "Deal."

The next morning, you wake up, snuggled against Colby's side with his arm around you. Your back is to the door, with the hickey he gave you on your shoulder on full display to y/f/n who was nosey and looked in because Colby wasn't in his room.

You heard quiet whispering but shrugged it off until Sam yells, "It's about fucking time." You jump slightly and Colby sits up, making sure you're covered, "Dude!"

Sam laughs, "I thought that's why you got off last night. Good for you guys."

"Yeah, thanks. Thanks." You rub your eyes and run a hand through your hair, "Now beat it."

They hold their hands up and Sam points, "Have fun you two."

"Bye Sam." Colby says still holding the blanket over your body until the two leave and close the door. You look at Colby with a laugh, "I think they're more excited than us."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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[shawnsturns]

I just want to feel

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!best friend!reader

Summary: your best friends, Sam and Colby, ask you to be in one of their Q&A videos, but there’s alcohol involved… a lot of it.

Warning(s): SMUT! Mature Language, mature themes, kissing, alcohol, unprotected p in v, Friends to lovers trope :)), choking etc.

This is a long writing so I’m sorry for mistakes!

“Are you sure I should be in the video? I mean, your fans barely know about me” You ask for a final time as Sam leads you to the living room, his recording camera already set up in front of the couch where Colby had been sitting. The two of them were wearing all black so you did too, a black off the shoulder sweater that was old. It was one of the main things you’d leave at Sam and Colby’s in case you ever crashed for the night.

While most people would kill to be in their videos, you never really saw the point. You were somewhat camera shy and a complete nobody. Why would anyone care to see you on the screen? Not to mention all the random internet ships that come with it all. You grew up with Sam, which means you ultimately grew up with Colby as soon as they met. You were only a teenager and now that your adults, you stay at theirs from time to time when your out with friends and get wasted at a party.

Colby would always come and get you from them.

“Our fans will love you. Just be honest and chill, okay?” Sam nods toward Colby and you walk past him to sit next to the dark haired boy, his strong cologne filling your nose.

“Don’t be nervous, at least we have alcohol” Colby’s comment made a small laugh escape from your lips, and you shook your head at his playful smirk. He was right. Alcohol always calmed you down and made your anxiety a little bit less of what it usually was.

You watch the blonde lean forward to turn on the camera and Colby does the same, although you sit back and watch them do their intro. You’d only been in a few other videos of there’s as a small guest but they always made it known to their fans who you were. After all, you all basically started off nobody’s together.

You remember the last morning you had left for school with Sam in freshman year. It was the last day you’d left alone with him for the rest of high school. Your parents were close to each other so you and Sam had practically known each other for most of your lives, but that day, when he met Colby, it wasn’t just the two of you anymore.

The three of you would take the bus together every morning and walk home every afternoon, spending almost every second in between still with one another. It was perfect. Your group was so refreshing, it felt so right.

Your first argument was when you were in junior year, at a party you knew you shouldn’t of been at.

At the time, you’d been talking to this senior, James. He was the captain of your schools swim team and fairly muscular for his 17 years of age. That night at the party was the first time you’d really done anything, he kept handing you shots and like an idiot, you took them. Looking back on it now, you know it could’ve been avoided, but you also trusted the boy you liked. You truly wanted to just fit in with his friends.

That was until he tried to to undo your crochet top in the middle of the dance floor, whispering dirty nothings into your ear that made you feel disgusting.

When you told him off, he got angry with you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away so he could get you alone. People were starting to stare and you were starting to get embarrassed, like you were some random slut he’d been taking upstairs.

But then he was ripped away from you, and in only a matter of seconds, Sam’s hand was laid on the small of your back, checking you for bruises the boy might’ve given you. He was trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the chaos on the floor.

“Colby, get off of him!” You scream, noticing the blood coming from James’s face. Colby was on top of him, punching him the hardest you’d ever seen anyone punch, not sparing him anything. Sam held you back when you tried to get close, they saw what he did to you and there was no way in hell they’d let it slide.

The sound of police sirens fill the street and everyone is quickly running out of the house, and finally Colby stands up. He wipes his now busted lip before looking back at his two friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the bloody mess laid on the floor.

You hated blood.

“Y/N-“ you push yourself off Sam and past Colby, looking out the window to watch the police cars pull in front of the house. It looked like a murder scene, and you were so in shock you couldn’t even think straight. “Y/N, we have to go” Colby tries to grab your arm but you quickly pull it away, and now he’s able to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Get out of here!” You can hear the officers radio the closer they get, and all you could think about was getting Sam and Colby out of there. “Go! Please just go!” Your pleading words make it almost impossible to not listen, and with only a few more seconds, your friends were gone.

That was the day you realized the severity of your friendship— or at least you and Colby’s friendship. The fact that all of you would do anything for each other, whether that was beating up an abuser, or putting your life on the line for the other person.

Ever since then, you and Colby had this undeniable tension between the two of you. It was weird, like something you couldn’t figure out. It was only made purely visible that night.

You’d never even kissed Colby, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it sometimes. Your usually able to hide it, your desire for the boy, except when your at parties.

Whenever you drink, it’s like everything has to come out the way you think it. Nothing like liquid courage, huh? That’s the exact reason you didn’t want to do the video.

You never stopped thinking about that night.

“Y/N?” You blinked at the touch against your arm, and Colby was looking at you with a slight confusion on his face. “You okay?” You notice the camera’s recording light and nod, sitting up with a smile. “I think it’s time to get drunk, huh?” He nudged you and you nod with a laugh “first question!”

One of your other friends was there reading the questions for you, and even though you thought you’d start off light, she did not give you a break.

“What’s the worst doing the dirty experience you’ve had?” Sam and Colby stare at each other for a second until one of them laughs, shaking their head with the dumbest response. Sam, of course makes a joke out of it but Colby has no shame in what he says, as always.

“One time I had a girl use a lot of teeth, and uh… we never talked again. It was very awkward” Sam hisses at the statement, which makes you laugh too. “What about you, Y/N?” Colby turns to you and your face almost turns red from the sudden eyes on you. Everyone in the room and the camera was waiting on you now.

“Uh… I guess the last time I was talking to a guy. I had to fake the whole thing and he finished quick so it just felt so awkward and it was silent the rest of the night” Colby and Sam raise their eyebrows at you but are laughing at the same time. They knew who you were talking about.

“Colby, why do you post with girls on social media and never tell the fans what’s going on?” The question takes all of you by surprise and Colby’s eyes go wide. That was exactly what happened with you and why you didn’t want to be on the channel that much anymore.

“Umm…” He laughs nervously, looking over at you for a split second. “Because sometimes, I don’t know what’s going on, alright? I’m just posting the post and maybe it turns into something or maybe it doesn’t?”

“It’s not like their your girlfriend” Sam interjects and Colby nods agreeably.

“Let’s just say if I had a girlfriend, you guys would know” After you guys are done with that question, your kind of sitting back and watching the two answer at that point. Except they had to drink once so you did too, now you were all one shot in.

“Colby, why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?” Everyone’s face is in shock in the room as they look at Colby, waiting for his answer. He laughs nervously again, looking over at same with wide eyes before sitting up.

“I uh… you know I-“

“Might have to drink on that one, huh?” You tease and he rolls his eyes at your words with a laugh, closing the alcohol bottle he was about to open.

“No, no. I um… I use them for personal fun. Yeah, that’s-“

“What the fuck does that mean” You and Sam burst out laughing but your friend shakes her head. “Judge says no. Drink!” Sam hands him the bottle and Colby’s face is now turning a slight red. A tint only you could see because of how close you were.

“I’ve used them for sexual fun” He says just as he’s about to pour the shot, but your friend rolls her eyes and nods that he doesn’t have to drink.

“That was luck” Colby nudges your arm and shrugs, that annoying smirk of his only making you laugh.

“Name two dirty kinks you have” The girl reads and all three of you are wide eyeing the camera. Sam curses under his breath and Colby is still in shock. It was still so early in the game, already?

“Wait, I’m not answering that. I already said one, right?” Sam agrees to Colby but the judge shakes her head. “Just one more then? I already day said one!”

“You go first, Y/N” Sam cuts off his clearly pressured friend and they both turn to you, but your face is an even deeper red then Colby’s now.

“Um… I don’t—I mean it’s been a long time so I don’t really know…”

“Oh come on, Everyone has them” Colby teases and you glare at him, letting out a sigh as you sat back on the couch.

Apart of you was afraid to tell them, because you’d never really been that open with them about sexual preferences. Sam wasn’t the one you were worried about, him and Katrina were perfectly locked in with each other and you knew whatever you said didn’t matter.

But with Colby, there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you. One you tried to ignore but always failed terribly when you’d see him make out with another girl. You were afraid he’d see right through you if you answered the question, and if there was one thing you couldn’t ignore,

It was the way he’d look at you.

“I think… I think choking is attractive, but like not too aggressively, you know?”

“So your submissive?” Colby’s words go through your ear and straight down. He was clearly trying to get to you with that question, and there it was again.

The tension between the two of you.

“Sometimes” You try to cover it up but you can feel his eyes piercing right through you, his smirk showing the small of his pearly white teeth that always made you blush. “What about you then, hmm? Mr. Talk shit” You push his face and the two of them laugh, but Colby is no longer embarrassed to say it.

“I like to be Dominant” He says to the camera and Sam blows air from his mouth, shake his head in disbelief. Colby isn’t looking at you on purpose. Oh god, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You lean back on the couch, scratching your nose to try and hide your burning hot cheeks from everyone’s eyes. It was like he was doing it on purpose. He was so clearly teasing you.

And you wished it wasn’t working, but it’s been so long that it’s impossible for your stomach not to twist into multiple knots.

Or at least that’s the excuse you gave yourself.

After many more questions and many more drinks, the alcohol started to take a toll on all three of you already. You had only had three shots and even the camera was hard to focus on. Sam and Colby’s eyes had been getting red but yours were harder to see because of your eyelashes.

“Who do you think is the most attractive clubhouse member besides Kat” Colby and your own eyes go wide and you both stare at Sam. Obviously he couldn’t answer that, but neither could you, right?

“None! Sorry, gotta drink to that. Can’t answer cause it ain’t true” Sam sasses the camera while opening the bottle. Colby laughs, both of you applauding your friend.

“Yeah, I’m gonna drink to that one as well” Colby reaches down to grab the other bottle from the floor, pouring it into his shot glass. “I can’t answer that, but I do have someone in mind” he cheers to the camera and his words alone make your stomach twist once again. It definitely wasn’t you, but saying something like that… after the other questions..

“What about you, Y/N?” The girl asks as the boys down their own shots. She raises an eyebrow, “might as well give us something here, right?” As much as you wanted to decline and run away embarrassed, you could feel the liquid courage increasing.

The way everyone looked at you, they all knew who it was. You leaned back with a huff, you could feel Colby’s eyes on you the entire time you were stalling, but when you looked at him, his eyes pierced through you.

“I think… I think I’ll drink too” Sam and Colby boo at you when you pour the shot. You couldn’t do it. He didn’t either so that must mean he doesn’t… feel the same, Right?

“I can’t even see the camera anymore, dude” Sam laughs at Colby’s words. Sam has more shots then the two of you so you’d imagine he’d be the one saying it, but of course it was Colby.

Maybe that’s why he was looking at you like that..

Towards the end of the video, all three of you were pretty drunk. Sam was the least, you were in the middle, and Colby… Jesus. Colby was so drunk.

“Fuck, man” Colby lays his head on the end table for just a second, you could tell his head was spinning. You rub his back, his body temperature is very warm. You look over to Sam and nod toward the camera, and Sam immediately understands.

“Maybe we should take a small break?”

“Where are you going?” You ask Sam, watching him put on his jacket and grab his keys. You finished the video about 30 minutes ago and Colby was on the couch watching tv, while you had just changed into night clothes which really were only comfy shorts and a crop top like usual.

“I have to go stay at Kat’s tonight. We’re heading to her parents tomorrow morning” You hum, pouring a glass of water for yourself and one for Colby. You had forgotten Sam was going away for a few days. “Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone” You stop and look at him with slightly furrowed brows, but he’s just raising his eyebrows with a shrug, leaving you with the confusion of his statement.

He doesn’t… he can’t know, right? You weren’t that obvious.

“Water?” Your voice is enough to catch Colby’s attention from the tv. He was watching some random scary movie it looked like but you’d never seen it so you weren’t completely sure. You hand him the water and take a seat next to him, leaving a gap between the two of you. You had thought the tension would be gone by now but it clearly wasn’t, you could only hope it was just your overthinking.

“What’s up with you? You were being weird the whole video” His question makes you somewhat relieved. Maybe he didn’t suspect anything, maybe it really was all just in your own head—but how were you meant to explain you couldn’t focus because of how badly you wanted him. Even now, he was leaned back on the couch, his hair messy from running his hands through it and his tattoos on full display for you to look at. Jesus, it felt like torture.

Why did you have to get drunk?

“I just didn’t feel good” You shrug, looking over at the tv and tilting the glass of water toward your lips. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to give him a real answer but he doesn’t push you. He only takes a sip of his water, turning back to the movie.

“Are you going home tonight?” You glance at the clock, it’s already 11. Should you? You have a room here, you didn’t really need to.

But did he want you to?

“I was planning on staying but if you don’t want me to-“

“I want you to stay” Your stomach twists, with excitement and somewhat nervousness at the same time. He was being direct but he wasn’t even looking at you. You wanted to stay and watch the movie with him, but the more you looked at him, the more the drunken side of you just wanted to kiss him.

You wanted him.

“Come here” You hesitate for a few seconds before placing your drink back on the glass table in front of you, moving to sit closer to the boy. His arm was laid on the back of the couch and he opens the blanket he’d been using to you. He wanted you close.

Your practically curled next to him by the middle of the movie, head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs sitting on top of his own. Not much had been said all movie, but Colby was getting more and more touchy as it went on.

His fingers traced shapes on your bare legs under the blanket, the cold metal of his rings sometimes brushing against your skin. He made it seem so normal, like it was an every day thing the two of you did together.

But this only made you so much hornier.

His scent radiates from his neck, and it was almost as if you wanted to kiss his neck right then and there. It was so alluring—He was so alluring to you.

And he knew it.

“Do you want to tell me why you were really acting weird today?” He asks again, looking down at the tent his hand made under the blanket while he caressed your leg.

You bite your bottom lip, looking at the blanket as well. You could feel the tingling feeling between your legs as his hand touched you farther, as if he had been testing the waters before actually saying anything.

“Colby…” You can’t help but pull your legs even closer together, and that alone is all he needed to tell him how you felt. “Not everything needs an explanation. It’s just… complicated”

“Complicated, huh?” He hums sarcastically, in a knowing form. You bite your lip as you watch him rub his temple, frustration radiating off of him. “You know, For the longest time, I tried to let this whole thing go out of respect for you, Y/N” He mumbled, his voice low and husky with passion. God, he sounded so hot. Even if he was upset, you just couldn’t help yourself. “I always thought it would be you and Sam” He lets out a huffed chuckle, still keeping his eyes on his lap. “But I want it to be me”

What?

No. He isn’t… he doesn’t mean what you think, right? Colby Brock isn’t confessing his feelings for you, right?

“Colby, what’s wrong with you?” His body tenses when you ask that stupid question. What’s wrong with him? Like you didn’t know.

“What’s wrong with me? What about you?” He finally turns his head to look at you, his drunken, sad and very horny eyes staring lasers into yours. “You can’t seriously sit here and believe yourself when you ask me that question” You couldn’t think. You didn’t even move for awhile because of your lack of words or thoughts for that matter. You wanted to give in, but you were also so terrified of if it wasn’t real.

“Colby, I’m not the person you want. Trust me, you will figure that out soon enough” He scoffs as you get off the couch, trying to at least relieve some of the tension between the two of you. Colby was so tired of waiting, but you were just too scared.

“How do you know what I want? You’ve barely spoke to me the past few weeks!” The boy calls after you when your walking away from the couch, his voice only makes you stop. “You’ve been weird for weeks, Y/N. Don’t ask me what’s wrong with me when you can’t even tell me how you feel”

“Colby, I don’t know how I feel!” You turn around with frustration, staring at the back of his head. He was still sat on the couch, and part of you hoped he stayed there—but another part wanted him to go after you. “I haven’t just been distant because of you-“

“That’s such bullshit and you know it” He stands, turning to look at you. You were far too drunk for this. You could feel the unnecessary tears already filling your eyes, you didn’t want to argue with him. “Look me in my eyes and tell me that—then I’ll let it go”

“Can we please just talk about this tomorrow-“

“You know what I think? I think your just scared of feeling weak. Your scared of letting someone in, Y/N. And the past few weeks we’ve been getting closer than before, that’s why your distant now. That’s your biggest weakness” Colby scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the couch and slipping it on with ease. You furrow your eyebrows as he walks toward you, and past you.

You grab his arm, “Colby, your drunk. Don’t go out, Please” he’s avoiding your eyes but you can see the chisel on his jaw, clenching with what you thought had been anger. “I don’t know how to do this, Colby. I… I can’t even bring myself to say the words I want to say to you” He tears his arm away from you, snatching his keys from the countertop. No. You couldn’t let it end like that—not when you have so much to say. “Okay, fine!”

“You want the truth, Colby? For years all I felt for you for you, all in silence because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with Sam and Each other. I watched you with other girls since we were juniors! I couldn’t stand you, but yet I also couldn’t stand to be without you. Everywhere I go, I always want you with me—and when i’d see you with other girls, it would make me feel stupid, like my feelings meant nothing to you even if you didn’t know”

“How was I supposed to tell you that? How was I supposed to tell you that even after everything that’s happened, I still can’t stop loving you!” Your confession slips like words of anger said in an heated argument. Colby still wasn’t looking at you, which only made your heart ache even worse. You just poured your heart out to him—couldn’t he at least look at you?

“When you got put in the hospital during senior year, I was there every fucking second with you! I cried, Colby! I was a mess for days, and Sam was the one who had to juggle the two of us!” You remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day you’d gotten into a huge argument with Sam about your feelings for Colby. Sam always knew of both your feelings, but he didn’t say anything to the other. If you were going to admit, it had to be to each other. “I’m usually so good at hiding how I feel, but I’m getting so tired of it. The Same repeating cycle I just-“

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N. Why didn’t you-“

“Are you serious? After all those talks we had about you not caring for a relationship and not wanting a future with someone? You were practically telling me no! I wanted to tell you but then you started going to parties more and kissing girls and-“

“Y/N”

“It hurt me, Colby. That’s why I didn’t tell you. It would physically hurt my chest to see you kiss another girl after flirting with me for DAYS. You played with my head and I know I played with yours too but-“

“Y/N, I’m-“

“No matter how hard I try or how many guys I find, there’s nothing for me. I can’t… I can’t move past you and it fucking sucks” You hadn’t even realized he moved until you were done talking. He was close now—close enough to hear his breathing if you’d been quiet enough. Your heart shatters with every passing moment that’s goes silent. You knew you couldn’t be the same after this, so you begged in your mind for him to say something.

Only he didn’t say anything, and for a moment you actually thought he’d leave you there alone.

But you two were meant to love each other, Remember?

A silent moan escapes your mouth as he crashes his lips into your own, the sound muffled by his. The kiss is filled with so much passion it could make one’s heart explode if you weren’t too careful, it felt like the two of you had been waiting years to do this.

Which you were.



After the first kiss, the two of you didn’t waste any time. Colby pulled you up, your legs wrapping around him as you continued to make out with the dark haired boy. His large hands cupped your ass, and soon enough you felt your back hit the cold wall. One of your hands were laid on the side of his neck while the other held the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly.

It had only been a few seconds ago you were sitting watching a movie—how in the hell did you both get here so quick?

He carried you to the couch, sitting down so you could straddle his lap instead of holding yourself up against his waist.

His hands release your ass and move up your back, slipping under your shirt to unclip your bra.

Colby smirks against your lips and removes his hand from your shirt, lifting your chin to pull away from the kiss. “Dirty girl” You hum as his lips attach to your neck, his comment making you all the more wet then you already were. You didn’t put a bra on—and Colby seemed to have really liked that you didn’t. “You make such pretty sounds—wish I could’ve heard them sooner”

You can feel the hardness under you, and the more you grind on him, the more you can feel his grip on you tighten. It didn’t hurt—it just turned you on even more.

“Colby, Please” You plead breathlessly. You wanted him to do more then just kiss your neck. You wanted him to take you to his room, to do everything he’d do to someone else. “You don’t have to be gentle with me” you tug his hair gently, meeting his lust filled eyes. You were desperate for him and you didn’t care, you’d waited since junior year to have your way with him—to have him want you.

“I’ll leave marks all over you, Y/N” he says in a slightly warning tone as if he didn’t want to completely destroy you in that moment, but you shake your head, grabbing his hand that slipped to the waistband of your sleeper shorts.

“I just want to feel something” You say in a tone he’d never heard you in before, one that made him want you even worse then before. You slip your hand off his own and place it on his chiseled chest, feeling the crease of his abs all the way down until you reached his belt. You wanted him, you just wanted him to know that. “I want to feel you, Colby. I want you”

“You want me to treat you like everyone else?” You hesitate but nod after a few seconds, slipping off his lap to stand to your feet. He stands in front of you, his height making a clear difference above you. His expression hadn’t changed yet, he was so hard to read. “I won’t do that, Y/N” Before you could say anything, he was already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist again, crashing his lips back into yours as he made his way to his room.

This man… you didn’t know how to describe the feeling you had when he kissed you, but it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. He was so different from everyone else you’d been with, and you didn’t know why.

You did. Deep down you knew why he made you feel the way he did. Colby was the only guy you truly wanted. Even when you had a boyfriend, you still wanted him instead.

He drops you onto his bed, removing his black wife beater and throwing it to the side, revealing his tattooed body you’ve grown to love looking at. He looked so good in this lighting, and the way his hair fell messy over his forehead—you couldn’t stop your thoughts from running wild.

“I want you, Y/N. I need to know I have all of you—that your only for me” You pick your head up to look at him briefly, fingers playing with the string of his pants. “I won’t treat you like some random slut when your not”

The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin made you shiver, it made you feel as if this might’ve not been real, maybe a dream after all. But after seeing his face and feeling his hand stop just above your waistline, everything felt at ease.

“I’ve always been yours, Colby Brock” That was all he needed to hear, all he needed to give into you.

And soon enough, here you were again, pinned against the bed while Colby’s hands grip your waist, peppering sweet kisses against your neck. You almost couldn't hold it in.

Your hand slowly found its way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his wandering hands went right under your shorts. You knew what you were doing with the outfit, and it only made him laugh just thinking about it.

“Please, Colby. I don’t want you to hold back… I want you to give me all of you” you were smirking to yourself, biting your nail like this was somewhat funny to you. Colby didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you for anyone else.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the beds cloth, closing you between him. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.

“I’m tired of waiting” The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.

“Colby” You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.

“You are so fucking hot, Jesus” He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin. Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, he’d had that dream many, many times before.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big—he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.

“I know you have” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted Colby Brock to let everyone know you were his.

“Nothings stopping me from walking out that door” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “I’ll find someone else—someone who hasn’t played with me for years” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.

“You’ve waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at you” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. “This is what you wanted, huh? All those looks you’d give me after I’d make out with randoms—you were so jealous, Sweetheart” Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance. Colby knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? “All those times, you could’ve just told me you wanted me and I would’ve given it all to you. Nobody else”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “That doesn’t matter. I have you now” His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.

His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.

He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.

“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “Fucking hell, Colby” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.

But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.

Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.

“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t squirm. Colby was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.

“I can take it” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “C-Colby, let me-“

“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.

“You taste so fucking good, Y/N” His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.

“Please, please—Colby, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”

Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?

“Let go for me, Pretty girl” In only seconds, you’re coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Colby’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.

“Colby!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.

He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadn’t used on you.

You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lips—to which you copied his action from before, staring into his dark eyes as you did.

“Good girl” He knew you liked that. It was so obvious—the way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God… it was so fucking hot.

Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.

“Let me” You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatient—you loved it.

“I need you. Right here, Right now” His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. His room was slightly dark, only lit by the strip of LED’s above his bed frame.

“I want to be yours, Colby. Make me yours, please” Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but he’d never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, you’re quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.

“After we do this, everything will change” He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lower—right where he wanted you the entire time.

His breath shutters at your bare touch, something he’s wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.

“I love you, Colby. There’s no change in that” You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more

meaning—the kiss after you’d admit your feelings for one another.

He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but he’s already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.

Fuck. He was going to ruin you.

Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didn’t care if it hurt at first.

You just wanted him.

From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.

“Mmm” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.

Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.

“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “Colbs…Colby” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.

“Starting to feel good?” He hums while you nod, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “God, you feel so good” one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the shirt covering your upper half, just wanting to rip in off of you.

“Take it off, baby” Your breathless words are too late when he’s already slipping it off your now fully bare body, completely discarding it to the floor next to him. Jesus, you were so perfect.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N” He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the curves of your body… you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.

“Mmm!” Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldn’t hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didn’t care. It was just you and him, nobody else.

His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Colby! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you don’t care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. “It’s so good… fuck! You’re so fucking good!”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed you” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Which he did.

“Gonna come…! Colby, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.

“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows who’s fucking you this good—so ever man knows your mine” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”

“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Colby…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

“That’s it, Baby. Good girl” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. “My god, Y/N. So fucking good for me”

“Colby… please—Jesus-“

“You can whine all you want, but your body is calling mine for more. You want more” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Fuck me? I’m only giving you what you want” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?

He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.

He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This is what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“fuck! Right there! Please, Colby—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, baby” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Pretty girl. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, just like that, my love” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.

“Colby, I’m gonna come… oh my god” You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. He’s a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. “Come with me. Please, don’t hold out on me”

The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.

“I fucking love you, Y/N. My girl, come for me and only me, yeah?” You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could he. “I’m right behind you”

Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different. Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, Colby was so hungry for you—his body, was hungry for you.

“Colby… Colby!” His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You wanted all of him, just as you said.

“Fuck…!” He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release it’s everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.

For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed next to each other on the bed. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that drip from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavy—lips parted.

It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and Colby leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.

You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldn’t be weird…

“Come here” He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.

“Colby…” You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as if you’re about to ruin the amazing night you had—but you had to say it. “Where do we go from here..?”

Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldn’t even see the obvious answer. Colby made it clear what he wanted. He couldn’t go back to normal with you—not after this night.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. I’ve always wanted that” He pushes your hair away from your face, placing his finger under your chin to lift it. “Please tell me that’s what you want too”

Your eyes soften at his hesitant tone, grabbing the hand that sat under your chin to intertwine your fingers. Of course you wanted that. It was all you ever wanted.

You nod

“Sam is going to be so happy”

Just a little something different 😉. See y’all whenever :))

[shawnsturns]

Confessions.

Shawn storms into Connor’s room, where Connor and his girlfriend Talia are watching a movie.

“Talia, get out,” Shawn says, pausing the movie they are watching.

Talia looks up at Shawn with a pout on his face.

“Now that wasn’t very nice,” Talia says, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I don’t care, I need to talk to my friend and you need to leave for it,” Shawn says, crossing his arms across his chest.

Talia only pouts as he gets out of Connor’s bed and walks towards the door.

“Tal, come back in like twenty minutes?” Connor asks.

Talia only turns around and gives Connor a smile before leaving the bedroom. Shawn sighs as he shuts the door and sits on the bed beside Connor.

“So, what’s so important that you kicked my girlfriend out of my room?” Connor asks, sitting up against the wall.

Shawn hides his face in his hands and let’s out a frustrated sigh. Connor just leans forwards and rubs Shawn's back in an attempt to comfort him.

“Take your time, bud,” Connor says, leaning back against the wall.

“What I’m about to tell you, you have to promise that you will not hate me.” Shawn says, removing his hands from his face.

“Shawn, you can do the worse possible thing in the world and I won’t see you any differently, you’re my best friend and I love you and whatever you do,” Connor says, squeezing Shawn's knee for reassurance.

“Okay, to start off, I have to say I don’t know where this started or anything, but I’m in love with Y/N more than friend love,” Shawn admits.

“Finally! You admitted it, I could tell you that a month ago,” Connor says.

Connor does whine when Shawn punches him in the gut for that comment.

“You’re the worst,” Shawn says, pouting.

“Sorry,” Connor says, rubbing his stomach where he got punched.

“You’re fine, I was just messing with you,” Shawn says, smiling.

“Good, but now on a different topic, what did you actually want to tell me? I know you didn’t only come in here to tell me your feelings,” Connor says with narrow eyes.

“I want to confess but I don’t know how,” Shawn says with a sigh.

“If I was you, I will just tell him. Trust me, just telling will be a lot easier than anything else,” Connor says, sitting up some more.

“How are you so sure?” Shawn asks with narrow eyes.

“I’ve known you guys my whole life, I know you guys more than you think,” Connor says, smiling.

Shawn can’t help but smile as he looks down at the bed.

“What did we do to have you in our lives?” Shawn asks, looking back up at Connor.

“Who knows? But I do know I love you guys and ready to protect you guys if needed,” Connor promises.

Shawn nods his head as he gets up before leaving so Talia could spend more time with her lover. Shawn goes to his room and lays down on his bed and thinks about what Connor had told him.

CLIFFHANGER !! PT 2 SOON !!

[shawnsturns]

Shawn Mendes One-Shot

I trudged into my bathroom, trying to place where my toothpaste went. I searched the whole bathroom, but to no avail. I groaned in frustration, knowing Shawn took my toothpaste without letting me know in advance--again.

I stomped my way across the house, not bothering to knock before walking into his bathroom, I only noticed the shower running as I was in the middle of searching the cabinets.

But the shower was not the only noise, deep groans filled the room, making my cheeks flush a deep crimson. Though I was embarrassed, I could not bring myself to leave. The moans became more breathy, needier.

"Mm, f-fuck!" I trailed my way over towards the voice, finding myself in front of Shawn's shower. The glass keeping him isolated from me was foggy, but I could still see his silhouette faintly.

"S-such a good girl for me, Y/n." I gasped softly, surprise washed over my entire body. He was moaning my name while he touched himself. I was what he thought about when he got himself off.

Suddenly, his groans stopped. I froze in my tracks, my hand sliding to my mouth. Had he heard me? Had I been caught? I got an answer to both of those questions as the shower door opened, my soft gasp had been muffled by my hand.

Shawn stood there, his expression went from embarrassed to lustful in a matter of seconds. "You just going to stand there and watch? Or, will you join and help like a good girl?" His seductive words tossed me out of my trance, I quickly stripped myself of any fabric. Shawn pulled me in the shower the second my underwear was off.

"Such a little slut, watching me touch my cock." He gripped my hips with much force, it felt like his fingers were searing my skin down to the bone. "Say it. Say that your a slut." When I did not answer immediately, he brought his hand back and gave a sharp slap to my ass. I yelped, scrambling to find words as his hand raised again.

"I-I'm a slut! I'm such a slut for you, Sh-" I quickly stopped myself of speaking his legal name, remembering when he mentioned his daddy kink. "Daddy!" He smirked, slowly dropping his hand. "Good girl, such a good girl," He praised quietly. Shawn pulled me indefinitely close, his stiff cock rubbing against my core. I whimpered at the feeling of his length against my skin, I could feel his size against my warm skin.

His right hand travels from my waist down to my pussy, I bite my lip desperately, ready to beg him to touch me. Shawn's index and middle finger tease my wet entrance, spreading my arousal around my needy cunt.

"M-more, please!" It took almost everything in me to force those words out, my words were breathy as he rubbed my clit in painfully slow circles. "Such a needy little girl, so desperate for my touch." I nodded frantically, hoping that confirmation would make him decide whether I would get more.

Shawn's left hand raises towards my neck and into my hair, pulling roughly. I yelp in response, panting from the new sensation and the reoccurring one farther down my body. His hand cranes down towards my ear, "I will not stop unless you say the word 'red' or if you tap my arm three times. Got it?" I nod, as nothing intelligible is able to fall past my lips at this moment. "Words, baby." He nips at my earlobe, making me whimper. "Y-Yes, understood." Shawn chuckles, his lips trailing down to my neck, kissing and biting my skin roughly. Feeling his teeth against my skin was euphoric, feeling them sink down before sucking harshly once again.

Shawn's fingers had slowed down, my stimulation slowing as well. I was too focused on his plump lips on my neck to remember his fingers between my legs. That is, until he suddenly plunged two digits into my throbbing core. I cried out in pleasure as his fingers slammed in and out of me at an alarming rate.

"Mmph! F-fuck, Daddy!" Shawn continues to mark my neck viciously, not giving a single word to me as I screamed for him. He removed his head from the crook of my neck, looking at my vulnerable state cockily. Swiftly, Shawn slams his digits to hit my G-spot directly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted, struggling to steady my breath. He chuckled as I begged for mercy, begging for him to slow down in the slightest, but to no avail. As I clenched around his long fingers, almost falling off the edge, he slipped his digits out of my core.

"No, no! P-please! M-more, need more." Shawn's hand released my hair, traveling to tilt my chin up. "So, so needy." His other hand dripped with my arousal, it came to rest on my bottom lip. "Open, slut." I complied, opening my mouth. His slipped his digits into my mouth, "Suck." Once again, I obey his commands. I suck down my wetness, releasing his fingers from my tongue.

"Bend over, slut." I twist around, bending over in front of him. My hands rest on the cold tile, until Shawn aggressively grabs them both and holds them behind me. "You ready to get fucked so hard you cannot think straight? Pounded so deep that you will not be able to fucking walk?" I nod, so desperate for him, needing him inside me. He growls in frustration, delivering a strong slap to my ass.

"Y-yes! I want it so bad, Daddy!" Shawn nods in approval, his hand snakes to my neck, wrapping around my skin tightly. His other hand guides his cock into me, once he's fully inside of me, he wastes no time to start pounding into me.

"F-fuck! Slow d-down, Daddy!" Pornagraphic moans slipped past my lips as I struggled to think. My brain was fogged from pleasure, "Oh, really?" Shawn slows down by a mile, slow stroking into me. I whined, wanting the fast pace back. "That's what I thought, you're such a slut for my cock." His actions are once again rapid, pounding into me ruthlessly. Shawn's hand tightens around my throat, my breath hitches as I fought to stay conscious.

"D-daddy, I'm so close!" I might as well had said nothing, as he did nothing with this information. He let out a deep groan, his thrusts became sloppy as we both got closer to our edge. "N-not yet, baby. I'm c-close too, just hold on." I whined, so desperately wanting to cum. Our screams of pleasure bounced across the walls, I could not take it anymore, it was too much not to get some sort of release.

I screamed as I came around Shawn's girthy cock, he groaned while I clenched around him. "S-such a slut, cumming before I tell you too." His hand moves from my waist to stimulate my clit, still thrusting into me. The strokes were slower than before, but still enough to overstimulate me.

"Mmph! T-too much! Stop, Daddy!" He chuckled, not listening to my strained words. "C'mon, keep screaming like that, Princess." I continued to cry out for him, waiting for him to cum inside of me.

His groans deepened, "Sh-shit! I'm gonna f-fucking cum!" Shawn kept his word, cumming inside of me not long after he spoke. I wailed as his cum filled my up, still slowly thrusting into me. He finally pulled out of me, pulling me in closer by my waist. I got up and faced towards him, "You did good, Princess." I flushed and smiled softly at him. Shawn connects our lips, his plump lips moving softly against mine.

"Wanna go watch a movie in my room, baby?" He asks, meeting my gaze. "Yeah, that sounds nice." Shawn nods, pulling us into the water.

We rinsed off, when we got out he grabbed one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers to wear. He insisted on carrying me back to his room, where he gently laid me down on the bed.

"I love you so much, baby," He mumbles softly into my hair, planting a soft kiss. "I love you too, Mendes." I cuddle in closer to his chest, tracing small patterns against his skin. "I hope you know that this now means that you're mine." I laugh and nod, "I like the sound of that." Shawn kisses my head once more before the two of us fall unconscious.

I'm currently writing this at 1am so yeah ☺️

I am sorry I put you all through this pain xx