#Addy's Smut
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urloveada · 3 months ago
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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬💌™
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𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: thanos x fem!reader
𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 900+
𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: fingering, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, double orgasm, forced orgasm, public sex, degrading, praise, thanos calls reader “girl” & “good girl”, dom/sub undertones; dom!thanos, sub!reader, mentions of drug usage, slight edging. MDNI
𝓷/𝓪: not beta read, i apologize for any & all mistakes.
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You gasp and buck your hips forwards, gripping the thin sheet on top of your bunk, making soft whimpers as Thanos continues to tease your sensitive clit. “Shh, be a good girl and stay quiet for me.” he encourages, running his slender fingers over your dripping cunt.  
“Than—Thanos,” you groan, your hands wrapping themselves behind his neck. He smiles down at you and guides the tip of his cock to the entrance of your needy pussy, slowly pushing his tip in, and out, making you moan aloud. Causing Thanos to slap a hand over your mouth.  
“I thought I told you to stay quiet, hm?” he whispers in your ear, pushing his full length inside your dripping cunt. You let another pathetic whimper slip out, though it’s muffled by Thanos’ hand. “Do you want these people to hear how much of a slut you are?” he speaks softly, despite the degrading words he’s saying, and kisses from your ear to your jaw leaving a wet hot trail behind.
 
Thanos begins to pump his cock inside you at a slow pace, making it as agonizing as possible. “I asked you a question, slut,” he reminds you, giving a particularly aggressive thrust. 
“No, no. I don't want them to know, please.” you beg helplessly, as his thrusts start building up in speed. Thanos takes his hand to hold your jaw in place as he kisses you sloppily, groaning into the kiss, using the same hand, he pushes your head to the side and begins to litter your neck with hickeys. Biting and sucking on the same spot repeatedly, until you beg him to stop, all while never slowing the pace of his thrusts, continuing to slam into your g-spot — bringing you closer and closer to your climax.  
“Thanos, I'm gonna come—” you whine, arching your back. He looks at you with crazy dilatated pupils, probably due to whatever drugs he was taking again. “Beg,” he tells you flatly.  
“Beg?” you repeat, the distrust audible in your tone.  
“Beg for me to let you come, or you won’t get anything from me tonight, girl.” he whispers next to your ear, grinning wide.  
“Please,” you hesitate, still usure if Thanos was being serious or not. When he looked at you expectedly you knew he was serious. “Please, Thanos, please let me come” you plead helplessly, fulling at Thanos’ mercy.  
“That’s a good girl.” He praises, speeding up his thrusts a few more notches, once again slamming right against your g-spot. You begin to let small incoherent words slip out of your mouth, closely sounding like ‘please’ and ‘Thanos.’ 
“I—I’m gonna—” you begin, but Thanos quickly cuts you off.
“C’mon girl, come for me,” he pants above you, grinning wildly. That’s all you needed to push you to your limit, you hold onto his shoulders like your life depends on it, holding back your whimpers as you release on his cock.
Thanos groans when he feels you release. “So good for me,” he praises, speeding up his thrust. “I’m almost there, girl.” His voice is hitched as he spills into you, your both left panting for a few moments before he slowly pulls out, making you let out a small groan, which he scolds you for, reminding you to stay quiet.
He falls beside you on the bed, allowing you both to catch your breath before his fingers start making their way down to your sensitive clit.
You inhale sharply as his fingers dance around your wet sex, teasingly grazing his fingers over your clit.
“No—not again, too sensitive.” You plead, closing your legs so he’s forced to remove his hand. Instead, he just forcefully shoves your legs apart, jamming his fingers in your soaked cunt, making you let out a strained moan.  
Thanos leans in close to your ear, almost inaudibly he whispers, “If I have to remind you one more time to stay quiet, you won’t like the outcome. Is that clear?” 
You frantically nod your head, Thanos’ fingers almost pushing you to the brink of your second orgasm. “Use your words.” he tells you sternly, intensifying the speed of his fingers.  
You groan helplessly under is touch, grabbing fistfuls of the scratchy sheets. Doing anything to give yourself stability, “Please I can’t take it!” you pant, trying to squirm away from his grasp.  
“You can, and you will.” He states firmly, “Now answer my question; is that clear?”  
“Clear!” You softly whine, throwing your head back. “Very clear! Please let me come, please, please,” you beg miserably, the sensation becoming too much for you to handle.  
“Go on, girl, come for me.” He says gruffly, never changing the pace at which his fingers are moving. You do as your told and finally get the release that was building up, you breathe an uneven sigh of relief, your sticky fluids coating his fingers as you melt into the bed. Your legs shake and your body twitches, but you're starting to calm yourself down.  
Thanos pulls his fingers out and cleans them off on the bed sheets. He lays down beside you and turns your head so you're looking at him. “If I ever have to tell you that many times to behave—you won’t get to come, ever.”  
You look at him with a dazed expression and just nod your head. He nods his head in return and pulls you into an aggressive kiss before rolling over and going to bed.  
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ditzydoe444 · 1 month ago
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DBF!Jason overhearing reader tell her friend that her boyfriend won't go down on her until she shaves because it's "unhygienic" and Jason absolutely FEASTING regardless because a real man doesn't give a shit
MDNI 18+
ׅ⠀❀ ₊ ˚  ⠀ -` ⋅ jason todd x reader ⋅ ´- ˚ ₊ ❀ ׅ⠀ 
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he’s already mad that a gorgeous girl like you is dating a literal man child, because only a boy would say something like that. so when you shyly told him about it, asking for advice from a man that is older and more experienced jason didn’t hold back. “a real man wouldn’t care, a lil hair won’t scare someone away unless they’re a boy,” he responded gruffly. the moment you blushed at his response, playing with your fingers as you avoided eye contact he offered to show you, show you what a real man would do.
he has you sprawled out on your bed, his head in between your thighs as he devoured your cunt, arms hooked under your thighs as he held you tightly, your hands fisting his hair. “taste so fucking delicious, your stupid boyfriend doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” he groaned as his lips glistened with your arousal. he has you moaning and screaming his name as you came all over his tongue and face. “break up with your boyfriend and i’ll show you how a real man treats a woman yeah?”
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addie-henderson · 1 year ago
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dry humping with Jake Peralta x reader + slight somno vibes.
the soft sunlight filters in from the thin curtains in your apartment you sleepily stretch the best you can with Jake's arms pinning your hips close to his body. you wiggle to try and free yourself but you receive the opposite reaction of what you wanted. his grip tights as a soft sleepy whimper comes out of his mouth, the sound shoots right down to your core.
"Jake?"
"mm?" he huffs
"Jake" you shake him softly." I need you please. "
" mm. " you grind your hips down against him again and his grip loosens allowing you to sit up straight, the tip of his dick brushes your clit through his boxers drawing a lazy soft moan out of you you feel Jake's hips shift under you as you keep trying to make yourself cum.
" mm." he groans again to get your attention your eyes flutter open to peek down at him he's staring back with half lidded tired eyes "just put it in, Honey."
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7brownsuga7 · 11 months ago
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The God who answers after dark ☆ The intro:
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Summary: You used to pray to the Gods after dark before you went to sleep, always thinking that you were praying to the good kind. The kind that showed mercy. However you were mistaken, as time passes and you grew older and wiser it will be revealed that your prayers were answered, but not by the Gods you thought you knew, but the dark kind. The kind that your grandmother used to warn you about. Ones you hear in stories. The kind that you should fear, but how can you when it's all you know. How can you when he was the only one who answered?
Tags&warnings: Jungkookxfemreader, mostly fluff I guess, a bit of smut if you would call it that?!?? age gap I guess?!!? Jungkook is obsessed with reader, a bit delusional. Slight manipulation???! MDNI!!!
Word count: 3k+
Note: making this into a series🫶🏽 this is just a little something that I wrote when I was bored. Be prepared for more obsessive and possessive Jungkook!
Was inspired by the book invisible life of Addie-Larue
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The God who answers after dark ☆ series master list: Here ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆
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It was dark.
The night creating shadows in the corner of your room, allowing your imagination to run wild, creating things scary to imagine.
You wasn’t scared though, because you knew it was your imagination. And because you’ve experienced something way darker. You invited him into your home with a simple whisper, let him talk to you throughout the many dark nights, telling him your dreams and wishes of a better life where you are happy and loved.
You was always an imaginative child. While you watched others make friends, you created your own, that grew along with you. Who only came out at night.
You first called upon him when you were only seven. Mindlessly talking to the open air. You had wanted a friend. A friend you could talk to, play with, share secrets with. So you stared off into the dark and talked about nothing and everything. However, when you saw the shadows in the corner of your room move, and sit before you did you realise that you summoned something else. Not a friend, not an imaginary one, something much darker. Still you spoke to it, and it spoke to you like rough winds in the cool night. It comforted you like a cool breeze in a summers heat.
You found comfort in him. You would mindlessly tell him your dreams. He would make empty promises of giving you that dream felt life. Empty, because they came with a price that you were not willing to pay for. Still he would sit beside you and listen to your stories and dreams.
You had asked him what his dreams were and he had told you that he was the son of a God - he had none, but he could grant them within due time. When he himself became a God. So he settled with telling you stories about Gods and wars. Desperate souls and deals. The kind his father spoke to him about, the kind he experienced himself.
Then, he was an angel, the son of a God he refused to speak of. Now, he is a God himself, the God of Darkness. Like the type you’d find deep in a forest, hidden behind the shadows of the trees, infused within the night that covers the sky like a blanket. Comforting to some, suffocating for others.
You was a child who had a lot to wish for and no control of your imagination back then. His company grew on you so much that he was like an accessory to your room. Like a cushion that decorated your bed, a small plant that had a home on your desk, a stack of books that rested in a pile on your bedside table. He felt like home.
The man that would sit before you, appearance created from your imagination - answered you everytime you called on him. He was always there with you. When you looked out of your window at night, when you wrote in your diary about the stories he’d tell you. In your dreams. He was always there.
It was dark.
So you did what you’ve always done when the lights went out, and people lay deep asleep. The night silent and still.
You called for him.
“Yes my love?” He appeared from the dark corner of your room. Once a shadow, now a man that sat before you on your bed. The only bit of light was the shine from the moon and the small warm lamp next to your bed.
You always expect the bed to shift as he sits down, but his weight is like a feather held in one’s palm. Light and weightless. Proof that the form you see before you is none other than what he has stolen from your imagination. His true form something like a stream in the night. Dark and shallow.
His lean body presented in a white button up shirt and black slacks. Very simple, but styled so well. He was always so well presented, dressed so elegantly. You knew that that wasn’t your imagination that created the fine attire, it was simply him, the Darkness who was a charmer, who had lived many years before you. Of course he’d picked up some style on the way.
“I want to be loved” you spoke out, tone delicate like a whisper, too embarrassed, too afraid.
“Y/n my dear, you are loved by many. Your mother adores you, friends cherish you, need I say more?” His eyes match his soul, dark and intense, yet they still seem to be so warm, inviting. It’s either that or his voice that draws you in. So soothing yet so deep. Like a calm ocean that holds many depth below.
“Not that kind of love. I want to be loved by a man. I want to feel that type of love I read in books and see in movies. The type of love my grandparents have. The type of love that won’t make me feel so alone anymore”
He chuckles a beautiful melody.
You always surprised him. The things you’d speak and dream of so bizarre yet so intriguing. Out of all the souls who begged for his help and all the humans he’s encountered, you’re the one that amused him most. A girl who asked and wished for so much, yet all she needed to do was look in the mirror and realise her worth, her power.
But he of all people knew that wishes were easy to slip from one’s lips. Words slide out of people’s mouths just as easy as a balloons string slips out of a child’s hand, so effortlessly. People are so careless when it comes to words. If only they knew the power it holds.
Wishes, prayers. They were all the same to him. It didn’t matter because they both had the same outcome, the same deal, the same promise, the same fate and the same desperation. The person was always begging and pleading in the end, too desperate to have their prayers answered to form a logical sentence, and to understand a twisted deal.
“You are not alone my love. I am here, I’ve always been here. I am the breeze that embraces you in the night, the darkness that lulls you to sleep. I am here. And you are loved.”
“You are not a man, even if you choose to be in this moment.” Your words are harsh, yes, but that’s what he loved about you. You were honest with him, you weren’t afraid.
“I can be the darkness of the night, a friend when you need company, I can be a man…”
When you make no move to respond to him, he rolls his eyes and sighs. “But before all of that I am a God. A God that answers wishes, say the words and I’ll give it to you, for a price”
This isn’t the first time he’s said this, and this isn’t the first time you’ve asked for something. But it always ends up with the same outcome, an offer of a sacrifice that you refuse. And then the whole interaction is swept away in the night, forgotten.
“Im not sacrificing my soul to you”
“My dear, you’ve called upon me countless of times, I’ve stayed by your side for years, you must know by now that you’re mine. I may not have your soul entirely, but yours is bound with mine, through shared memories and dreams, nights and years.”
“Don’t you get tired of chasing something that doesn’t belong to you? That will never be yours?”
“I have patience” is the only thing he says before he changes the subject back to your previous wish.
“I’d love to help you. You know I always do. But you should know by now that I can’t just give you that. I can’t just muster up a man for you that will make love to you. You want me to grant your wish of being loved by a man, that I can’t do, but like I said, I can be a lot of things.”
His hand reaches out to touch your jaw, thumb caressing it. His touch light, smooth. And despite everything, you wish he would touch you more, so you lean into his touch.
“I can be a God, an Angel, a Devil, a Human. Whatever you’d like me to be, as long as I am yours and you are mine”
“That’s not the type of love I’m talking about” your voice is shaky, unsure of what you want. What you need.
“Oh isn’t it? All those nights you would touch yourself to images of me… where you would talk to yourself about wanting to be touched. Those days where you would listen to all your friends stories about being with another, being touched by another. You envy them. You want to be loved in a way that has your skin littered with goosebumps, chills running down your spine” his fingers brush along your collarbone and you feel a shiver come across your body.
You think back to the nights where you would dream of his fingers against your skin. Light, cool and delicate.
“You must know by now that your body is mine. Your mind, your heart, your soul. Stop wasting your time being stubborn and let me give you what you want. The love you hope for, a world where you’re happy, things go your way. I can give you all of that if you would just be mine”
You hate the fact that he’s partially right. You have dreamt about him and thought of many nights where he would lay you in bed and take you as his. It was one of your dark fantasies that you never spoke of, you couldn’t , not to him.
Just as much as you were, he was stubborn. And as a God that always gets his way, he hates being told no.
“I see you’re making it a habit of calling me yours. You may be a God, but I don’t belong to you. I won’t”
“Within due time”
You don’t say anything else, instead you focus on the stillness of the room. The way his presence is so strong, the way you feel relaxed around him.
“You want me to grant your wish of being loved by a man? I can’t give that to you if you don’t sacrifice, but I can show you how to be loved, y/n. I can show you what it feels like to be touched” his hand brushes the side of your face. His eyes pouring into yours, if you didn’t know his games you would almost fall for his tricks. Almost.
“Is this how you get people to give you their souls? Is this one of your twisted games? I give you my body and you take my soul as a keepsake.” Your breath is shaky as his touch takes over your body, so intense, so wrong but so right.
“I don’t just want your soul y/n. I want your heart, I want your touch, I want your love and your word that you will be mine.”
“You aren’t capable of feeling those things. you’re n-“
“Not human, I know. You’ve told me many times” his fingers brush along your thigh. “But when you have lived amongst humans and dealt with them for as long as I have, you begin to understand real emotions. I’m more human than you’ll ever know ”
His lips brush along your earlobe. “Let me show you”
He lays you down on the bed, hovering over you.
“No man on earth can give you what I can give you. I’ll take their souls if they tried. I can give you the world, the luxury of never having to worry about anything. A life of happiness, a life of freedom. If only you would let me have you”
He spoke so much about making things happen. He could make things happen with the click of his finger. And you wondered if he ever manipulated you in anyway. And why he hasn’t so far. If he really wanted you like he said he does, then why doesn’t he use his power to get you?
He spoke so softly in your ear, his voice like a blanket of silk. You don’t realise that you have yet again leaned in to him. Drawn in by his words, the way he spoke them so effortlessly and so passionately.
“You have me, I’m here right now” you give up your fight and give in to what your body craves.
Your eyes flutter close as you let yourself escape in everything that is him.
Just like when you were a child, you use your imagination to create your own little world. Just you and him for the moment.
You’re lost in his earthy scent. The night sky drawn around you like a blanket, protecting you. A sense of freedom as you seep into the darkness of the night that is him. But when you open your eyes you see more than just the darkness. You see the stars in the night. His eyes mimicking the galaxy as he watches you with so much want.
There in that moment is when you realised how powerful he was. How powerful his words were, his presence was. And his touch…
His touch that had your body reacting in ways you never knew it could.
His touch light, like a cool embrace of the wind.
Except your skin is like the sun, setting your skin on fire as his hands caress your body. You hate that your body reacts so easily to his touch. But over anything else, you hate how he knows your body when you don’t even know it yourself.
He knows just where to touch you, just where you crave another’s touch.
Just where to touch to have the hairs on your body stand up. Eager for more.
His face is in the crook of your neck lightly running his lips along the service, just before he litters small pecks to it. He smells you, breathes you in, humming in the process.
“I’m so full of everything I can have in life, and yet I still crave you”
You shiver when he pauses just by your earlobe.
“What are you doing to me my love?”
You both lock eyes for a second, the world stopping in the moment that is just yours. You don’t answer him. He seems elated with just watching you anyways.
“You’ll let me have you?”
You hold your breath, unsure of what to say. Yes because you want him to take you here right now, but you know how sneaky he can be, you’re afraid that your words would be used against you.
When you make no move to speak, he smirks against your skin and whispers, “Smart girl, I’ve taught you well.”
He takes no time in playing with the lace of your panties. You feel wetness stick to the fabric, something that started once he laid his fingers on you.
He’s always been good with his fingers. One night he played you a song on your guitar, his fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. In this very moment you feel like an instrument. The way his fingers work on you, you creating sounds so melodic you don’t even recognise yourself. The way he holds you so gently as one would with their instrument. You’re not afraid when you’re with him. There’s no need to be when he holds and touches you so gently.
His voice is almost a whisper when he speaks to you. His fingers working inside of you making your back arch and toes curl. Your fingers grab your sheet, mind going crazy because you know you shouldn’t be doing this. This is crazy and it’s not like you at all. And with him?
“You’re so stubborn. Why won’t you be mine? Look how your body is reacting to me. The moment I made myself present, your breathing changed rhythm and heart increased pace. You don’t think I know how you feel?”
You release a pathetic moan. A desperate one that has you cringing with embarrassment because of how needy you sound.
He leans in towards the crook of your neck with a low, “hmm?”
You look away. Too embarrassed and too in awe at the way he’s making you feel - making you act.
“Look at me”.
You find the courage to look at him. His fingers that work inside of you have your pussy creating sounds you never knew it could. You take deep breaths, slight frown on your face as your body’s taken over by the pleasure.
“You’re so wet for me. So needy.”
He continues to watch you with half-lidded eyes. Taking in the moment. Taking in everything that is you.
As the night progresses, you find yourself sinking deeper and deeper into it.
You’ve given yourself to him in this moment - not entirely as he had hoped, but having his way with you in this point in time is more than enough.
He takes you there on your bed. The same place you would speak to him every night, dream of him every occasion.
He’s gentle, careful. His motions precise, enough to have your breath stuck in your throat.
Your mind has been lost in the darkness that is him. You don’t even want to find it.
He’s hovered over you, your legs wrapped around him. Kisses given with each thrust.
He speaks beautiful words to you, hand caressing your face every now and then.
And in this moment you’re sure you’re making love. Even though you know it can’t be because you both know nothing of the sort, but this is exactly how it feels like.
You reach a hand out to him, brushing back his dark stringy locks that fall in front of his face.
He kisses you with so much passion, speaks to you with words that has your heart aching for more.
In this moment you almost give him your word. Your life, your soul. Your head clouded by this intense emotion, a feeling that you can’t grasp. He’s taken you to a whole different universe, mind lost in everything that is him.
You almost give him your word, almost.
And when he brings you to your climax you sink deeper into him, into his embarace. Letting your body infuse with his.
You both lay there in silence for a while until he voices, “Even if you deny it. I’ve given you my word that I’ll stick by your side. There’s no getting rid of me”
You don’t need to ask him about what he means.
You know.
His fingers caress your skin as you close your eyes, letting his words fill the air.
“A soul as beautiful and pure as yours is a soul to wait a lifetime for. And I’ve got a lot of time”
And when you open your eyes, you’re met with nothing but the darkness of your room.
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The God who answers after dark ☆
- mimi ☆
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twistersobsessed · 8 months ago
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more scott and boone please!!! thank youuuuu
Scott & Boone | NSFW Headcanons
Boone
Boone loves like a dog
He’s a giver, through and through
He’s typically the dominant party, but sometimes he’ll let you ride him, and he looks up at you with these big brown eyes full of reverence; he worships you
Gives absolutely phenomenal head, prefers giving to receiving but he’s definitely not one to complain if you want to suck him off
Has a thing for marking you up with hickies and bites; he’s possessive and loves to show people who you belong to
Lowkey a turn on for him when people point out the hickies he’s given you in their YouTube comments
While Boone is the dominant one in bed, he’s much more focused on worshiping your body than actually dominating you
He gets off on your pleasure
His favorite positions are ones where he can see your face; he likes to be able to watch your expressions of pleasure
He’s not incredibly kinky, he’s one to make love rather than have sex
He’s turned on by the sounds you make as he pleasures you, as well as you begging; he loves to listen to you beg
Sometimes he’ll tease you but he can never stand to do it for long, he always gives in
Makes sure you cum before he does
Hates condoms; he wants to feel you to the fullest, and there’s something especially intimate to him about cumming inside
Boone is all about eye contact; it embarasses you sometimes
Unfortunately, you’re usually having sex in motels and the walls are thin so you have to keep quiet, which sucks for Boone because he likes to hear you moan, but he stuffs his bandana in your mouth to muffle you and it’s almost equally as hot
He’s a tits man and he loves sucking titty
Has lowkey called you mommy before
Scott
This man loves to dominate, but he’s a soft dom
100% talks you through it, this man is mouthy in bed; a healthy mix of praise and degration
He has a size kink; how could he not, he’s 6’4
Likes giving head just as much as he likes receiving it
You’ve tried 69ing but you both get sloppy from pleasure so you tend to give head one at a time now
His favorite position is either mssionary or the mating press
Scott has a breeding kink, he never uses condoms
Even if you’re on birth control this man insists on trying to get you pregnant
I’m talking he’ll finish in you, pull out, and fuck the cum back into you with his fingers
Makes you overstimulated every time, but manages to pull at least one mind-blowing orgasm first
Scott’s the kind of a guy to press his hand down on your lower stomach while he fucks you and it makes you cry out every single time
He’s a tits man like Boone and loves to suck on them
Loves fingering you; no particular reason why he just really enjoys it, sometimes he’ll do it to you in the car while he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat
Calls you “baby,” “honey,” “sweetheart,” and “princess”
Kisses you while you cum and while he cums, but he’s a pro at making you cum together
Loves to lick his fingers clean after fingering you, making direct eye contact while doing so
Sometimes he enjoys hitting it from the back so he can watch your ass, he’s not strictly a tits man
Doesn’t allow it often because he’s so dominant, but once in a while lets you ride him and looks up at you with stars in his eyes
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addsalwayssick · 1 year ago
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absolute 10/10 fic honestly
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chrxsprettygirl · 2 days ago
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𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄!𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
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𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚…
AN: I color coded the convos bc it low-key confused me
Pink: reader, Orange: Chris, Green: Stella
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“Like who the fuck does he think he is? He ghost me treats me like I’m a peace of trash and then when he sees me with someone else he wants to act all crazy and possessive like why the fuck? Talking bout sum ‘im picking you up tomorrow’ the hell you are.” I ranted to Stella as I pack my bag getting ready for us to go back to the dorms, if you can’t tell im furious, Stella sits on my bed listening to me rambling refusing to interrupt me “Like am I wrong? Like am I delusional?” I look back at her “No your not. He’s acting like an asshole” she replies validating me, I turn back huffing as I zip up my bag swinging it across my shoulder “Lets go” I tell her. We go downstairs bidding goodbye to my parents going to her car driving off.
At the dorm..
Im back in my dorm room scrolling on my phone when I get a call from the one and only, Chris. I sigh looking around before answering it.
“Hello?” “Get ready im on my way” “No” “What why not?” “Because I said so?” He stays silent for a couple seconds “Whatever I’m still coming can you atleast meet me in the parking lot? I just wanna talk that’s all” I take a few seconds thinking, do I want to sit and talk with him? Yes- I mean hell no. “Fine” I hang up sighing to myself dropping my phone on my chest, o close my eyes for a couple minutes taking deep breaths before getting up to put some clothes on. I grab a white tshirt and a black flare legging not trying to look like I tried to hard but not wanting to look an absolute bum. After about 20- 30 minutes he calls to tell me he’s downstairs, I put on my shoes, put on my glasses grab my phone and leave, Stella was taking a nap if she knew I was going to meet Chris she’d literally dismember me and feed me to the sharks. Thank God she’s hungover.
I leave my dorm deciding to take the stairs and not the elevator, just to make him wait a lil longer, I finally get down to the parking lot looking for his car when he flashes his lights at me, as I’m walking up to it my hearts racing, it’s so loud I can hear it, my hands are getting clammy. I sigh when I pull on the car door climbing in, I turn my head to the side to look at him, he’s absolutely gorgeous, and I hate it. We look at each other for a while none of us saying a word, it’s quite nice it’s like the silence is speaking for the both of us in way, he shifts in his seat turning his head away from me to look infront of him
“Im sorry…….i shouldn’t have treated you the way I did, I was just really stressed out and going through it this month and I just took it out on you and you didn’t deserve it, the way I talked to you was unacceptable and I am sorry your so sweet and kind and I just took that for granted, and I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you last night I was way out of line….i do really like you still but I understand if you don’t want to continue to hang out but if you do decide to give me another chance I won’t mess it up…I promise” I listen to him carefully, hearing him apologizing woke up something in me, when he’s done he looks back at me searching my face for some kind of reaction, everything in me just wants to grab his face and kiss him but I keep my composure “thank you, I like you too but Chris we got to talk, because things like this are just going to make things harder, if we are going to do this we have to communicate with each other that’s the only way things will work out”
I reply with full seriousness im my face and voice im not going to play these childish games with him, if he had simply told me all of that in the beginning we wouldn’t be in this situation right now, he looks at me attentively like he’s really paying attention to everything that im saying nodding his head a few times “Yeah your right I’ll try to be better at communicating with you��� he tells me I smile leaning over the middle console and give him a hug that he gladly returns, it’s an awkward position but I don’t really care at this point. We both pull away before he pulls me in and kisses me and just like our first kiss it’s incredible.
His soft lips move against mine slowly, his tongue swiping on my lips bitting down on them occasionally. My head feels so light I might go dizzy I rest my head on his neck, we pul away for a second catching out breath, he chuckles I raise my eyebrows “whats so funny” I question him he smiles at me “when we pulled away your lips looked like duck lips” he says between giggles mimicking my so called ‘duck lips’ I giggles pushing his shoulder away “Chris I swear to God” I tell him trying to look serious but his laugh is so contagious I end up in a fit of giggles as well, when we finally calm down we look at each other “Wanna go get some food?” “Sure”
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yourstrulyevangeline · 23 days ago
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Another Cinderella Story
Enhypen Disney Prince Series: Heeseung as Prince Charming
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Lee Heeseung x Reader
Synopsis: You're the daughter of a janitor at the Hybe building who also happens to be one of Enhypen's backup dancers for their new comeback, Bite Me. Heeseung makes you stay after hours so you can get the choreography just right...
Genre: Suggestive, backup dancer au
TW: Kissing, touching, mentions of abusive mom, "choking" (Bite me choreo), let me know if I missed anything!
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“You can grip me tighter, baby” he whispered, looking you up and down sultrily. The choreography for Enhypen’s new song Bite Me required us female dancers to grab their necks as they dipped us in a half circle. Most of the girls decided to opt for practically grabbing their shoulders so as not to hurt them or avoid awkwardness, but not Lee Heeseung he wanted to authentically portray the meaning and emotion of the song without compromising for such a “silly” reason.
“You’re not gonna hurt me” he smiled slyly, grabbing your wrists and running his hand up until he held the tips of your fingers gently.
“Let’s run it from the top, beautiful” he said, letting go of your hands and jogging to the speaker to restart the song. As you glanced out the window, you processed how late it was; the only light that graced the Seoul horizon was stars and lit skyscrapers. He had you stay with him after hours to get the dance just right.
As the song started, you resumed formation, looking to him for guidance.
“Just follow my lead” he said softly, tipping your chin up to gaze into his hypnotizing obsidian eyes which twinkled more than the stars outside. The dance began, and you matched his energy, letting the lyrics become your script and you the lead actress. You wove together smoothly like a crochet blanket so soft it appeared as if you were moving on clouds.
“Just like that baby, this song is about yearning so much for someone you’d let them destroy you.” At the next move, he grabbed your wrist a little harder and looked directly into your eyes, something stirring behind them that made you want to fall in and discover. “Yearn for me, baby” he whispered, pulling you close. “You’re already gonna be the death of me, beautiful, so stop holding back, wreck me.” At that, the awaited neck grab approached, and you didn’t have it in you to disrespect thee, Lee Heeseung, so you went all the way.
The chorus set the dark romantic scene: you were a vampire, and he was your victim. You’d lull him in like a siren, and he’d fall to his knees like a sinner who’d do anything to please his goddess, his lord, his savior.
His hands gripped your waist securely and reassuringly as you arched your back backward like clay molding to your maker’s touch. Everything progressed still by still moving in slow motion. Your hands caressed up his chest, folding into every ridge and crevice as they slipped up the silky skin of his neck to give it a firm squeeze you held for a second or two.  You watched his face intently as he was now half-lidded but still meeting your eyes, biting his plush pink lips, hissing pleasurably from the feeling. Once you pulled your hands back to complete the next move, everything resumed to normal speed like time was controlled by a remote. He made you rerun the dance so many times you lost count; you could now execute it perfectly even with your eyes closed.
You approached the now sweaty man looking concerned. His skin looked slightly red from the amount of times you had to grab it, at his wish of course.
“Shit Heeseung this is exactly why the other girls decided not to stick to the original choreo!” you scolded him while gently touching the faint red ring on his neck with soft fingertips.
He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it softly while laughing “I think it’s a pretty cool necklace, it’s handmade”.
You slapped his chest playfully, still trying to keep a stern look on your face. “You’re not funny. I don’t care what you say, next time, I’m not gripping that hard. I forgot you’re literally insane”.
He grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away from him pulling your bodies sinfully close. Even after hours of dancing he still smelled delicious like vanilla and sandalwood. Your chests ebbed back and forth between one another as you both tried to catch your breath. He ran his graceful hands up your exposed arms until he reached your jaw, cupping it as he pulled his face closer to yours. You could feel his hot breath graze your face spreading tingles across your flushed skin.
“The only thing I’m insane about is you, babydoll I wanna do much more than wear your necklace,” he whispered sensually before pushing you into the wall and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. His lips were sweet like honey, and you were a bee in a drunken daze. You let him explore your mouth as your hands were splayed across his chest. He began kissing along your jaw ravenously as if it contained a scarce life source and kept on scavenging until he reached your neck. You caught a glimpse of yourself from the mirror wall across the room. Standing at 5’11 he loomed over your short frame, completely enveloping you and you fell in willingly.
Your phone inconveniently began to buzz in your back pocket. Lucky for you, his hands were grabbing your ass anyways, so he pulled it out for you.
“Ah let’s see whose calling my babydoll at these ungodly hours hm?” he teased waving your phone in the air.
“Heeseung, don’t start!” you jumped impatiently with no success, considering he was a literal giant.
He taunted you a little more before finally handing you your phone. You might’ve been significantly shorter than him, but he knew better than to push your buttons too far.
You snatched the phone from him. “Thank you, thief!” you said, laughing and finally looking down to see who was calling.
“Oh, it’s my mom,” you laughed nervously. “Hehehe, just give me one sec,” you shuffled awkwardly. You knew your mom had finished her shift as a cleaning lady for the Hybe building 30 minutes ago and was patiently waiting for you in the car, exhausted and ready to go home.
“Awwe, what? Are you gonna turn into a pumpkin if you don’t get home in time, Cinderella?” He ruffled your hair, scrunching his nose.
You threw him a scowl and answered the phone “Heyyyy mom what’s- “ she abruptly cut you off.
“Little girl, if you don’t get to this car in the next 10 minutes, I’m going to set you up for adoption. I don’t care if you’re not under 18 anymore. I will drop you off at the orphanage right now,” she said sternly.
“Ahahah, okay. I’m making my way down right now!” you said frantically, hanging up the phone.
“Your mom came here to pick you up at 2 am, baby?” he looked genuinely confused.
“Ah no… she uh… called me a cab, and they’ve been waiting for a while, so I should go now!” you stammered over your words.
Stopping you before you could make it out the door with your stuff, he grabbed your bag from your hand and used his other to pull you closer by the waist.
“Not so fast, angel face, just listen to me, don’t talk. You’re the girl I want to dance with on stage and in the music video, so I need you to absolutely nail the final round of auditions. Got it?” he commanded.
You nodded gently, lowkey terrified but also touched?
“Get some rest, sweetheart, dream of me, I’ll be dreaming of you.” He planted a kiss on your nose and finally released you from the practice room.
Despite being completely still on cloud nine from his words, embrace, and kiss, you had about five minutes to make it to your mom’s car.  You knew she meant every word she said so you ran. By the time you reached her, you had 10 seconds to spare (yes, she timed you).
“What did I tell you about staying out with that damn boy so late?”
“Sorry mo-“
“Save it! I’m the only reason you got this job you could at least show some respect!”
You resigned, just letting her talk and slumping into your seat. Your actual mom had passed when you were seven, and your dad remarried this grinch. The only thing you gave her credit for is letting you know about a vacancy for a female dancer at Hybe. Despite being a pain in the ass, she’s the only reason you met Heeseung, and that alone almost made you forgive all her fatal flaws. She continued to berate you the rest of the car ride home, but little did she know she’d left you in the practice room. You and Heeseung finished where you started before the phone rang; you daydreamed as you lay your head against the cold window.
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addisonnie · 2 years ago
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mine for the summer
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summary: a lifeguard and a camp counselor walk into a bar…..
an: HIIIIIIIII here is part 1 of maybe 3? not sure. anywaysssss, enjoy! im working on trying to make my fics shorter because i work myself to the bone making long ass fics, so this one is going to be a few short parts rather than one long one !
warnings: cursing, there’s a camper named ‘michelle’ who is mentioned a few times, my apologies if that’s your name! you’ve got a name twin i suppose. not proofread because i’m in my lazy era (as i always have been)
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Wyoming is particularly hot today. Ellie has spent much of the morning wiping sweat from her brows and detaching children from her back — they seem to be extra clingy this year. For the past four years, Ellie has donned the same red athletic shorts and matching white top with the words “CAMP COUNSELOR” across the chest in jersey font. Here she stands for the fifth summer, in the middle of an open field with children clinging to her legs, giggling like madmen.
A few other counselors sprawl across the grass, all involved in something different: capture the flag, football, and general roughhousing. One particular counselor catches her eye, though. You’re standing on the lake’s shore, donning a red bikini top and a pair of shorts that match hers, only yours say “LIFEGUARD” across the globes of your ass. She doesn’t think she recognizes you. Your hair is tied back, sunglasses cover your eyes and your skin seems to sparkle and glow under the heat of the Wyoming sun. And then, you turn around.
Ellie just about drops the child she’s holding on her back. You’d missed camp last summer due to unforeseen circumstances, and in that one year, you’d surely grown into yourself. She couldn’t deny the blush that crept up the nape of her neck as you caught her eye and immediately began waving before breaking into a full sprint toward her.
“Ellie Williams! Is that you I see?” Your voice is as sweet as it always was, Ellie blushes harder.
She carefully places the camper down before meeting you halfway, “it is! Look at you, all grown up.”
You chuckle before dragging her into a tight squeeze, “you’re only six months older, yanno.”
Ellie’s grip loosens as she pulls back to smile at you, “I’ve got to take wins where I can get them.”
The hug goes on for a few more beats, you sway side to side and squeeze Ellie a bit tighter when she moves to pull away.
“So, Williams. How you been? Joel? Sarah?”
She smiles a little wider at the mention of her family, “good. We’ve been good. Sarah actually just got engaged, so the wedding is soon. You’re invited, by the way.”
Your jaw drops in shock and you lightly smack at Ellie’s bicep, “engaged! I didn’t even know the bitch was dating!”
“We have a lot to catch up on—“
Her words are cut short by a shrill scream of your name, “Get back to the lake! We’re playing chicken and you're my teammate!”
The shout was followed by you being dragged away by several young girls, straight back toward where you came from. You maintained eye contact with Ellie as you were dragged toward the shore and shouted back at her, “come find me later!”
Ellie smiled and nodded.
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Ellie hated kids, that much she’d admit. However, if you asked her how she felt about her campers, don’t act surprised when a slight smile brushes across her face — only for a few seconds. Friday night at Camp Silver Lake called for a massive camp-wide bonfire, chock-full of s’mores, hotdogs, and some classic campfire songs.
Ellie is sitting on a log in front of the fire while she watches you over the burning embers, a couple of gangly kids are wrapped around you like a jungle gym; You giggle and attempt to shake off their sticky fingers.
“Ellie. I will give you five whole dollars if you play campfire song song from Spongebob. Five. Whole. Dollars.” One of Ellie’s campers stood at the front of a gaggle of children with her hands clasped together as if she was praying.
“Michelle. Mickey. My beloved Mickster, five dollars isn’t enough. Make it ten and do my laundry for a week.”
Michelle squints at Ellie and purses her lips, “ten bucks and I won’t tell miss lifeguard over there that you have a crush on her.”
Ellie splutters out a cough and looks up at Michelle with wide eyes, “I do not!”
“Oh, please. You’re so whipped for her she’s practically got your balls in her back pocket. Ten. Bucks. Oh—! Here she comes.”
Ellie scoffs’ “language!” eliciting an eye-roll and a a $10 bill slapped onto Ellie’s naked thigh before she happily skips away, winking at you and ignoring the confused look on your face.
“What’s Mickey so excited about? Someone fall out of that tree again? She thought it was reaaaal funny when I did the other day.” Ellie laughs and pats the open space next to her, “something about me playing the Spongebob campfire song. Really gets her going, I guess.”
Your eyes light up like a kid in a candy shop, “I fuckin’ love that song!”
The tips of your fingers squeeze at Ellie’s thigh and she blushes wildly, hoping she can blame the flush on the heat of the roaring fire nearby, “that would be so fun, you have to! Oh— also, will you hand me that cup? The red solo, it’s mine.”
Ellie smiles and pats the top of your hand with hers, “If you’re good I’ll dedicate it to you.”
She misses the way your cheeks burn red while she turns to grab your drink, “here you—hey! Chill out with throwing that ball by the fire! You’re gonna hit someone.”
A chorus of “sorry Ellie” rings out from the crowd of campers and she grunts, turning back to face you.
“Sorry about that, here’s your drink. Jungle juice?”
You laugh and nudge her with your shoulder, “I wish. Try fruit punch.”
She watches you sip from the cup and swallows harshly while you maintain eye contact over the rim. Her fingers itch and tingle, and before she knows it her pointer finger is tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. She wishes she could find a wildflower somewhere to place with it; All she sees is dirt and grass. Could she tuck a piece of grass behind your ear? Probably not.
Her thoughts are cut short by a yelp and a quick wet splash, leaving her forearm just slightly sticky. A football sits in your lap along with an empty solo cup, the contents appearing soaked into your white tank top.
“Oh, fuck. I told them to stop throwing that ball over here. C’mon, we can go get you cleaned up. Fuck, I’m sorry. Shit.” Ellie is cursing and mumbling like a madman as she grabs your waist and yanks you from the log you were sitting on.
“Geez—Ellie! It’s fruit punch! You’re acting like I got shot.” She huffs and squeezes your hip, “whatever. I’ll take you to my cabin, you can borrow a shirt and I’ll wash this one.”
You smirk to yourself as her pointer finger hooks into the belt loop of your shorts, Ellie dragging you behind her as she angrily marches to her cabin.
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munsonmuses · 1 year ago
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Meeting in the Middle
Part Two Here
Synopsis: with the awkwardness split and the tension broken, you and Eddie are now sprinting to meet in the middle
Themes: healing wounds, coming to terms, falling back in love, friends to lovers to enemies and back to lovers
Warnings: mild drug usage, crying, and smut! The once in the blue moon happened!!! Addie wrote smut!!
Word count: 3.1k
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Eddie’s end of the call was a bit frantic, consisting of him stubbing out a cigarette that was freshly lit, shoving past Gareth who was stoned as all hell beside him, and fumbling to get his reeboks back on as he hummed nervously. Gareth sitting up as he watched Eddie’s frantic rushing around the room as he quirked a brow, his girlfriend Daphne sprawled across his lap as he made sure not to knock her off of his lap.
“Dude…what’re you doing?” He asked softly as he carefully let his head pull to the side, it suddenly feeling too heavy after a few decent puffs from the rickety and well stained bong on the ground. Eddie panting lightly as he fixed his hair back into a low bun. “Josie needs me.” He insisted as Gareth frowned lightly. “Does she really? You’ve spent all this time calling her a succubus and treat each other like shit.” He reminded as Eddie scoffed, searching his dresser and drawers for his keys as he muttered under his breath. “Succubi are sexy, that’s why I call her that. Everyone calls her Josie because she liked Josie and the Pussycats as a kid. So I’ve never fucking hated her man. Not ever. I’ve loved her since before I knew what that shit was and I’m not gonna fuck up again.” He snapped back as he found his keys.
“When her dad died she begged for me and I was too scared. I ran from her. I ran from her when she needed me so fucking badly. I’m tired of running okay.” He insisted softly as he shuddered harshly. “I’m tired of running because I am afraid of having a heart. Because I am afraid of having feelings. I have spent so long being terrified of having feelings, that I didn’t even realize what I was missing till I saw her slip through my fingers.” He asserted before storming out, passing Wayne on the way out and hopping into the van. Speeding his way to family video, traffic laws be damned.
He swung into the parking lot, haphazardly throwing the car into park and walking to the glass doors of Family Video. Going to pull the door open before feeling the pull of the lock, growling in frustration as he knocked on the glass with his keys. “Harrington?! Buckley?! Let me in come on!” He shouted as he watched Robin frantically run to the door, struggling to get it open.
“I uh, shit, I showed her the ho-horse movie?! You know the the the the one that you told me too? And she uh, fuck! She started crying and it hasn’t stopped.” Robin spoke frantically as she led him to the back, Eddie nearly shattering at the sight of you.
You were curled up on the couch, sobbing desperately as Sara tried to soothe you by running her nails over your scalp. Humming softly as your wails echoed. Steve backed into a corner as he nervously chewed on the sides of his thumbs. Gesturing towards your sobbing self as Eddie made his way over. Shaking out his arms and shoulders as he crouched in front of you.
“Hey there…why so sad, a succubus like yourself shouldn’t be so sad, you’ve got a lot goin’ for you…” he tried as you turned to look at him, droplets of salty sadness clinging to your lashes as he gently wiped the tears. Looking back at the three as he hummed. “I’m gonna take her home okay? You guys uh…close up, do what you’ve gotta do.” He insisted as he carefully hooked his arms under your knees and shoulders, Sara placing your purse in your lap and wishing you goodbye. Carrying you out to the van as he carefully worked on setting you into the passenger seat. Buckling you in as he frowned. Rounding the front and clamoring into the drivers seat. Starting up the van as REO Speedwagon played softly along the radio.
“Why’d you have to fucking…pick that movie?” You whispered as he carefully reversed, looking over his shoulder as he hummed lightly to himself. Thinking quietly as he chewed on his lower lip. “I uh…I really thought it would be nice…that you’d like it a whole bunch, and that’s you’d remember.” He whispered as he pulled onto the main road. Driving relatively silently, which was out of character…but comfortable.
“I did remember…and it made me so mad Eddie. It made me more than mad. It made me sad and confused. I’ve tried to get past it, I’ve tried dating…especially dating the opposite of you. I tried dating Andrew fucking Harper. He’s the one who wears that hat everywhere, hangs around Jason…he wasn’t like you. I wanted you. I only wanted you…and I couldn’t have you.” You whispered as you chewed on your lip. “I don’t even know you anymore but you’ve slotted right back into place and it pisses me off. Why do you just get to come back Eddie? Why do you just get to fit right back into my arms and my heart…why do you get to do this? And why am I letting you?” You murmured as you turned to look at him. His eyes trained on the road ahead, tears brimming in his big chocolate eyes as he cleared his throat. “I uh…I dunno…maybe we’re intertwined. I’m the…I’m the demon king, you my loyal succubus?” He tried to find humor in the situation as you scoffed lightly, his unrelenting awkwardness bringing you a sense of joy. Choosing to break the tension, you prompted him with a question. “You hungry…?” You whispered lightly as he grinned, licking his bottom lip in thought. “Starving honestly.”
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It wasn’t a long ride to the tiny excuse of a McDonald’s, the both of you ordering as you fished your wallet from inside your purse. Ordering through the crackly speaker and having your order read back to you by a stoned teenager. Handing Eddie a ten as he hummed contentedly. Paying and taking the greasy brown bag as he parked the van.
Rifling through the bag, Eddie grinned eagerly. Clearly his high was catching up to him as he carefully set the bag down on the console. “We’ve got a large fry and a quarter pounder with cheese, extra pickles and mayonnaise for the lady~ and a large fry, a filet o fish with double cheese and an apple pie for myself…” he crooned. “And your disgusting orangeade.” He laughed out while sticking his tongue out in mock disgust as you rolled your eyes. “You’re drinking a root beer and eating a filet o fish, you don’t get to judge me Munson. Plus orangeade is like…carbonated tang, or sunny d.” You reasoned as he rolled his eyes. “Plus I paid! You don’t get to complain.” You bargained as he scoffed. “Ah yes our fine dining, surmounting to a whopping five dollars and seventy cents…” he teased as he ate his filet o fish, carefully chewing away as you ate in silence. “Is this a date?” You suddenly asked as you looked at him. “Because it feels like one Eddie…” you murmured as he choked on his meal, wiping his mouth and chugging down his root beer to quell his suffocating fishy sandwich.
“I…I’m not sure, do you want it to be?” He asked softly as he wiped the mayo from the corner of his lips as you hummed. “I uh…yeah I’d like to have it be a date…” you insisted softly as you carefully wiped your mouth and hummed nervously. “I want to be dating.” You clarified as he carefully quirked a brow. “I want to be your girlfriend…we’ve done the little dance…but we can do this dance backwards? Start dating…while figuring out everything we need to know about each other backwards?” You explained as he stared at you incredulously, quietly nodding. “I’m not a really conventional guy…so yeah I guess I could do that. I’ve got a lotta making up to do anyways.” He insisted softly as he reached over slowly.
His calloused fingers linked with yours, slow and nervous, palms clammy and fingertips bumping before they finally settled together. The both of you letting out a joint exhale as he laughed loudly, pumping his free fist in the air. “Fuck…yes! God yes this is what I’ve been gunning for. Oh my god I can bring you to hellfire…I can bring you to the hideout, I can show you the songs I wrote for you…” he rambled as you laughed. “And youuu, can join me at football and basketball games to take pictures and make spreads for yearbook, to Lynnie’s girlscout meetings, and you can go to do boring shit with me…” you insisted as he clicked his tongue. “Only because it’s for you…” he insisted slowly. Leaving you both in a contented, relieving silence as you carefully finished up your fries and smiled lightly. Letting Eddie drive you back home.
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You carefully took Eddie inside with you once home, kicking off your shoes as you hummed lightly. Padding into the kitchen as Eddie followed, finding a note on the fridge that your mom picked up a late shift, and Marilyn would be staying with her friend Maxine just two streets down. Carefully crumpling up the letter and tossing it into the trash as you pried the fridge open. Eddie’s hips pressed to yours as he reached past you for a can of beer and a lemon square in the fridge.
“Well…I think we should do boyfriend and girlfriend things…so we can watch a movie, you can stay the night…” you offered as Eddie shrugged. “Sure…yeah that works for me.” He insisted through a mouthful as you gagged playfully in disgust at his actions. “Whatever you nasty…I’m gonna go change into pajamas, keep yourself entertained.” You insisted softly as you padded upstairs, watching as Eddie immediately went about with his allowed snooping and grinning. The house just fit so well around him, he was meant to be here.
You trekked to your room, deciding on a shower to ease the sweat from the workday away from your skin. Starting up the hot water and prepping your towels and pajamas. Consisting of a long shirt and some shorts. Getting yourself stripped down and taking a deep breath as the warm water eased your muscles. Lathering the coconut like shampoo and conditioner into your scalp, and pairing it with body wash as you scrubbed yourself down. You were happy, you had that closure with Eddie. You were supposed to be happy, so why couldn’t you stop yourself from crying? Why were the tears flowing so freely? Was it relief? Or was it that you did love Eddie but knew you didn’t know him anymore?
You managed to shake the tears away as you sighed. You did love Eddie, you loved him so much, and you were excited to know Eddie. You couldn’t rob yourself of that experience. Shutting off the shower you got out to dry off, working on lotioning up your body, running your product through your hair, and dressing yourself carefully as you opened up your bathroom door. Shrieking in terror as you managed to scare Eddie to the ground during his snooping through your room as he held his chest.
“Jesus H. Christ babe! What the fuck?!” He called as you held your own, heaving lightly as he carefully got back to standing. A carebear clutched in his ring clad hand as you carefully relaxed. “I didn’t know you were in here, I’m sorry honey…put my carebear down please?” You prompted as he obliged, placing it back in its pile as you walked over to your tv in the corner of your room. Flipping it on and letting some random late night television play. Climbing into bed as Eddie removed his sneakers, jeans and jackets before joining you under the frilly comforter. Getting himself comfortable as you scoffed. “Nothing changes huh? You get real cozy wherever you are…” you commented as he shrugged lightly.
The two of you watched tv for a while, Eddie aimlessly playing with your hair before slowly looking at you as he hummed. “Since we’re like…dating, can I kiss you?” He asked softly as you carefully turned to face him. His features soft and lips semi parted as you thought quietly. Not giving a verbal answer, but pulling him in to kiss you as your lips melded together.
He held you close as he pressed his chest to yours, humming into it as his kisses tentatively trailed away from your lips, along your jaw and neck as his calloused hands ran up your hips. Thumbs rubbing circles into them as you leaned your head back a bit. Choosing to make up for lost time, as with Eddie it felt right.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart…” he murmured against your collarbone as his hands worked up your sides and to your breasts as you shuddered lightly. “I should have been here…we could’ve had this the whole time. You needed me…” he whispered as you ran your own hands up his shirt, along his spine as he hummed.
“It’s okay Eddie…you’re here now, you’re here right now and that’s all that matters to me.” You assured softly as you carefully lifted your hips, letting him work his fingers into your waistband. His rings cold against your hips as you smiled lightly. “I want to be here for you…” he whispered as you slowly worked your shirt off, Eddie sitting back to allow you to do so.
His lips latched onto your collarbones, working down the center of your chest. Leaving warm and deep kisses around your chest. Nipping at your left breast to leave a hickey, his right hand moving to lightly grope at you. Gently pinching your nipple as you moaned lightly. Head rolling back as he moved to straddle your left leg, his own slotting between your thighs as he hummed eagerly.
“Pretty girl I’m so sorry…” he cooed as he continued his gentle ministrations. You’d had sex before, you’d had flings, but this was love making. Eddie was showing you how dearly he loved you, how dearly he needed to be there for you. His right hand traveled down your stomach, down the curve of your hip before stopping at your waistband as you allowed him to work off your shorts and underwear. Tentative and gentle as his kisses traveled lower and lower. Crawling down the bed till his nose bumped against your clit as he hummed.
His lips lightly latched onto your clit, lightly sucking while applying pressure with his tongue. His thumb lightly grazing over your slit, carefully patting your lips to find your arousal pooling. Humming contentedly to himself as his kisses traveled down and his thumb took his lips place at your bundle of nerves. Rubbing in careful circles as his kisses deepened along your lips, pressing his tongue deep into you as he lapped slow and deep. He was worshipping you, paying careful attention to you, which he’d failed to do for so long before. Eating you out with nothing but adoration, his big eyes looking to your face for any indication of how you felt.
You were pressed into your pillows, lashes fluttering as you carefully held onto the back of his head. Feeling his tender lips working you with ease as you bit your lower lip. Head lulled back as you moaned deeply. Slowly pressing your thighs around his head as you groaned loudly to yourself. “So good Eddie, you’re doing so good for me…taking such good care of me…” you praised as he continued, now with a bit more confidence as he worked his tongue and thumb in synchronicity.
You felt your back arch as you gripped his hair in your fist, moaning desperately as you panted loudly. Whining in delirium as you felt your pent up anger and confusion unraveling. Nearly coming undone before Eddie pulled away. Mouth slick with your arousal as he smiled adoringly. Working off his shirt and boxers.
His body was littered with tattoos, some better than others. Trail of hair from his navel down to his hardening cock. twitching lightly and desperate for reprieve as you placed your hand behind his head. Pulling him into a kiss as you moaned desperately into his mouth.
Your hand took hold of his cock, languidly stroking him as you made light work of getting you both situated. Helping Eddie with the hard part as you lined him up, easing him an inch or two into you.
His head fell forward, biting his lower lip and whimpering out your name lightly as he eased into you. Slow and tender as he continued his sweet and light kisses. “So good for me honey…you feel so good, I adore you…” he murmured as he bottomed out. Earning a light whine from you as you kissed around his face. His hips stuttering as he began his languid and deep thrusts. Keeping a sensual rhythm as you panted out his name.
“It feels so good Eddie…fuck you’re so good, you’re so good to me honey…” you whined as you held his close, his forehead to yours as you kissed him lightly. Whimpering eagerly to yourself as you carefully dug your nails into his shoulders. You were both so pent up and angry, so sad, so distraught that you’d finally realized just how much you’d needed and wanted one another.
His thrusts stuttered a bit as he sped up, groaning loudly as his kisses grew feverish around your neck and shoulders. Leaving deep hickeys, marking his place in your life as your nails raked down his back. Moaning desperately as you whimpered in need. “Eddie please…’m so close, so so close,” you whined as he grinned lightly. “Me too honey…” he assured as he sped up.
“In or out honey?” He asked softly as you held his face and panted. “In please, I’m on the pill,” you promised before feeling him bottom out, your lashes fluttering as you let your head fall back. Incoherent muttering leaving you as you felt yourself come undone, Eddie doing the same as he moaned and whined out your name. Panting desperately as he whimpered, moving to lie down on your chest as you held him close.
“I’m here from now on…I promise…” he panted out carefully as he rested his chin on your sternum, looking up at you as you smiled lightly, catching your own breath. “I know baby…I know.”
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kimis-gloves · 1 year ago
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Runnin’ Home to You: Part 2 - read pt 1 & 2 on ao3
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100 follower special!!
warnings: swearing, mostly fluffy plot and then they get it ON at the end, 18+/Mature Audiences. oral sex m!receiving, max speaking dutch😫
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Max and Charles stood there. Charles was lost in the depths of max’s eyes, unable to find any words to say to him in this moment.
“I’m sorry I came so late. I didn’t mean to disturb you this way.” Max forced out, still unable to piece together exactly what he was doing inside of Charles’s apartment.
As Charles guides them back to the couch, he’s wondering what max could be apologizing for. Max was more than perfect for Charles and Charles would open his door for max at any hour for any reason, even if it meant pushing aside his aching heart to help someone whoo was a friend first.
“It’s okay, max. I’m not upset that you came. I’m glad you chose to come here rather than doing something dumb.”
“I dont know where I went wrong with kelly. I thought everything was perfect. I gave her everything she wanted, but in reality, I guess she just wasn’t everything that I wanted.”
“What do you mean max?” Charles questions, he along with everyone else, was under the impression that Max and Kelly were the duo, together forever, through thick and thin.
“I mean, is she inst the person I love, she int the person I long for after a hard race or a long meeting? Shas not the one I crave to smile and laugh with. I don’t feel the way about her that I feel like I should. I messed up so bad by loving someone who I wasn’t in love with. I dont know what to do Charles. Im for certain the one I love doesn feel the same way, and it hurts so bad. All I want to do is to show him how much he means to me, but I’m afraid that doing so will destroy my bond with him.”
“He?” Charles muttered, not even meaning to as he was so caught off guard. Max Verstappen is in love with a man?
“Yes, he, Charles. Im in love with a man and he doesn love me back, big surprise!” max said with a forced laugh, which wasn’t a laugh at all. Charles could hear through the laugh. He could tell that max was struggling so he could only do what he does best.
“So tell me about him,” he mumbled, with so much care to hear who this mystery man is that has max on such a grasp.
“Wha- Oh. Him. Well, to put things short, he’s everything I wish I could be. To me, he is my definition of perfect. Every moment I spend with him is like coming up for air after almost drowning. When I’m with him, I’m truly myself and I don’t see myself being that way around anyone else. The way he stares at me when we’re side by side, the look of hope in his eyes, just begging for me to let him by one time, hoping for a chance at something..”
As max carried on, Charles began to wonder who this person could be, he almost starts to get jealous that this person has obtained so much of max, parts of max that Charles thought he would never see until his thoughts are cut short by something max says
“... And god does he look fucking stunning in red”
And that’s when it hit him. Max was in love with Charles, and Charles was in love with max.
When max saw how Charles looked at him after he accidentally blurted out a crucial part of Charles’s identity, he feels his breathing start to deepen and his heart race faster than he’s ever gone in his car.
“Well, he sounds like a catch,” Charles chuckles with a quick wink in max’s direction.
“Yeah.. he really is, I guess”
“So, what are you going to do about it? You can’t know for sure until you ask him yourself and honestly max? Youre amazing. You have the best qualities a person could have, personally and physically. He would have to be stupid to not feel the same way about you”
Max hasn’t noticed how close Charles really is to him. He can hear the soft sounds of air escaping from his nose. Charles’s silence is something he could drown in for an eternity.
“Max, you okay? Do you nee-”
That’s when it hits max. Charles was talking about himself, of course he was! How could he have not noticed all along, how perfect Charles was with accepting him into his home in the darkest hours of the morning. He cuts the blue-eyed darling off with something Charles finds to be unexpected from max, to be so upfront with what he wants.
Max cuts off Charles with a kiss, not as passionate as max had hoped but soft and delicate, enough to hopefully convince Charles to kiss him back.
And he does.
Charles cups his hands on max’s jawline, opening his lips ever so slightly to invite max in. max adds a touch of appreciation by embracing the kiss and tasting the freshness of Charles’s mouthwash. He can’t help to think to himself what kissing Charles would be like when his mouth tastes like max.
As they come back up for air, the heavy breathing and light pink flush on Charles’s cheeks drives max absolutely mad.
“That’s what I’m going to do about it,” max utters, barely over a whisper as he can’t believe he just kissed the love of his dreams, and he kissed him back.
He finally admitted it. Charles thought all along that he was just being delusional, or crazy. But he knew that the way max grabs onto his waist way too early for way too long for a podium photo, or the way max smiles and blushes while he’s spraying Charles with the champagne of winners. Even how he chooses to talk to Charles over everyone else when he has the chance to. It was so obvious, but everyone told Charles not to believe what he thought. Max enjoying the view as drips fall from Charles’s features a bit too much, looking more Charles than Charles ever has.
But max however, looks fucking amazing right now. Lips puffy and panting, cheeks covered in a mild blush, and looking at Charles like he might explode if he doesn’t kiss him again.
So he does. Charles goes back for the second kiss. More desperate than the first and both clinging onto each other with a deep need for each other on themselves. Max pushes Charles lightly to lie down on the couch, but Charles insists on taking max into his bedroom as he would rather not fuck his dream guy on something that would take impossibly long to clean up. He’d rather wash his sheets. Charles finds himself getting off track as he’s leading max down the long hallway towards his bedroom.
Max admires the art Charles has displayed on the walls, as he also noticed Charles’s beautiful piano in a separate room along the way, he’s wondering just how beautiful Charles would look spread out, bent over the thing he adores so much, but not nearly as much as he adores max.
As soon as they both step into the well-decorated room, of course Charles has better taste than I probably will ever have. Max is thinking to himself.
He’s standing shyly in the middle of Charles’ room as Charles, painfully slow, makes his way towards max, resting his hands on max’s broad muscles.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to tell you how much you are to me,” Charles says, voice deep and rasped with desire.
“What do you mean?” max knows exactly what Charles means, he just wants him to say it so that it can be real.
“What I mean is, I have had my eyes on you for so long, our entire lives max. What I mean is I have watched you grow into who you are and I’ve only fallen harder and harder as times gone on. The amount of nights I’ve spent thinking about the way you touch me with what I was made to think was simple innocence, friendly rivals, was actually so much deeper, and that means more than anything to me right now. More than a championship, more than my seat at Ferrari. I will do absolutely everything to make sure you are loved every day and to protect you and our relationship. Whether that means pretending like nothing has changed in front of the media, I will do it because if it means I get to have these moments with you, then I will do it happy.”
“Charles, i don't know what to say or how to say what i want to”
“Dont say anything, just fucking kiss me right no-”
That was everything Charles needed. He didn’t need words from max to know he felt the same because the way max immediately grabbed onto Charles’s waist, the familiar touch feeling so much more intense right now than it ever has bin. It’s filled with need and want from max, almost as if he’s hoping to never let go of Charles for the remainder of his lifetime. His tongue diving deep into Charles’ mouth, tasting everything Charles had to offer as if it was his last meal. He quickly pushed Charles onto his bed, letting him get himself comfortable before putting his obviously larger body on top of Charles’s.
“Youre wearing too many clothes,” Charles demands
“Oh- Okay..” max stumbles back, balancing himself somehow on his legs, which felt like jello after hearing everything Charles had to say.
“We don’t need to do anything. I do not want to pressure you, but you should know I’m a virgin”
Max was surprised that he was shocked at his. He didn’t want to assume anything, but he had thought Charles would’ve used his beauty to his advantage by now.
“I was hoping someday, this.. Would happen. I guess I was right,” Charles said with that cheeky smile that always made max go crazy.
“Well lucky you charlie, I am too.”
“But I thought you and kelly-”
“Never, it never felt right to do it with her. But this?? This feels so fucking incredibly right, Charles. I can’t explain, i just need to show you..” and that he did as he quickly removed the remainder of his clothes. Charles finds himself staring in awe at max’s built figure. Broad shoulders and a perfect shape, thighs that could kill him if he wanted to. Max feels his desire as he mumbles.
“hall die eraf” - *take those off*
“English please, Maxie,” Charles giggles, but blushing at the sudden rasp max’s voice always has when he switches to dutch
“I said take those [clothes] off. I don’t like to repeat myself so I suggest you listen close, charlie.”
“Yes sir”
“Sir? Thats new,” Max hums
“Yes.. sir” Charles says in a more sultry tone, hoping to tease max as he drops his shirt off, leaving both in just their obviously sponsored boxers.
“Jij bent zo mooi charlie..” - you’re so beautiful
“Max.. I can’t understand you” Charles pouts as max takes a few steps closer to him, eyes roaming all over his lean but controlled figure. He really does look so beautiful like this, only for max too.
Max takes a moment to admire the Monegasque before he pulls him in for a deep kiss, this time not lasting long before max finds his hands trailing down Charles’s bare body, leaving soft but wet kisses along his jawline, smelling him in a way he never has before.
Before max could stop him, he found himself being pushed onto the bed by Charles, sitting as he watches Charles drop down to his knees, meeting the level of his thighs, he rests his head down on max’s thick thigh & max ruffles through his hair for a second before Charles starts to leave small kisses along max’s thighs, slowly leading up to where his boxers. Charles gives a max a look that speaks more languages than max can while he’s drunk. Max nods in allowment as Charles struggles to pull the tight boxers over max’s thighs and ass. Max’s already hard large cock springs out and Charles lets out a small gasp, in excitement and in worry as to how he’s going to fit all of the max inside of his mouth, let alone anywhere else..
Charles watches attentively as max’s cock leaks pre cum when Charles starts to lick the base of his cock.
“Charles, please don’t be a tease.. I promise we will have so much time to try things. I just want to feel you right now, please mijn liefje” - my love
“Yes, Max,” Charles spits as he takes Max's cock in his mouth. He sucks on his cherry red tip as he tastes the slightly salty taste of max’s pre cum in the back of his mouth. There’s nothing that tastes as good as max does, as well as there’s nothing that looks as good as max does. His breathing growing heavy as he takes in this fresh sensation that Charles was giving him.
“You taste so good, Maxie..” Charles hums before deciding he’s ready to attempt to fit max’s length in his mouth.
“You don’t have to take it all at once, i get it, its pret-”
“Youre so big, max, I fucking love it. I can’t wait to feel it stretch me out n fill me up with your cum” Charles says with a whine that leaves a chill up max’s back, worsening as Charles takes him in his mouth again, this time going deeper and deeper until he’s reached the slight fuzz of max’s cleaned up pubic hair. he smiles- or at least tries to when he feels the tickles against his face as he's mildly gagging on max’s cock, there's nothing that he could be doing right now that he would enjoy as much as this. he could live with max’s cock down his throat. After a moment of getting comfortable, Charles starts to move his head up & down along max, letting his dick lay flat and heavy on charles’ tongue. The more Charles starts to see how desperate Max is, the more he gives him.
“oh- fuck char- fuccckkk-“ max hisses as he cant even create a sentence when all he can think about is how fucking good charles feels on him.
Accidentally jerking his hips up, charles pulls off of him and continues to stroke his cock with his left hand and that's when max notices that charles has been jerking himself off this entire time, both are painfully hard for the other as charles gives max those doe eyes that drive him mad. It's not long before Charles goes back to sucking on Max's length when Max has to let him know that he's not gonna last much longer.
“charlie please, baby, i'm not gonna- hnnn- not gonna last much longer..” Max whines
Pausing for a second, charles says lewdly “please finish down my throat maxie, i need to taste every bit of you..” and with that max did. a warm surge of thick & sticky fluid runs down his throat and as charles swallows it max cant help but stare in awe at how almost innocent charles looks after he just fucked his dick like that. soon after charles finishes himself and finds himself laying with max, not a word said but they know by now that words aren't necessary. they already know.
“Cha-“
“Quiet max, please. Its 5 in the morning, im fucking spent. Get some rest and we will talk about all of this tomorrow”
“Alright, Goodnight Charlie”
“Goodnight max”
With that, they both drifted to sleep with limbs entwined with limbs. heart beats & low, synchronised breathing filled the room along with an aura of belonging. This is where Max wants to spend the rest of his life, with charles. vulnerable and raw. all will be complete in the world of max verstappen as he sleeps, unknown to what would happen when he woke up.
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urloveada · 7 months ago
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You and Joe finally decided to go out on a date. You’ve both been so busy with work lately you haven’t gotten to spend much time together. Joe’s working full time; you're working part time, but unfortunately your schedules barely line up.
 
It was Joe’s idea to come to this restaurant; this was where you met. So, it’s quite sentimental to the both of you. which is a big reason why your boyfriend is eyeing you angrily as you flirt with the young waiter.
 
Now in your defence, you didn’t mean for the flirting to start; it just happened. He came to take your order but could not keep his eyes off you. Of course Joe noticed; he notices everything, especially when it comes to you. And out of the corner of your eye, you saw Joe clench his jaw in frustration, maybe even jealousy. So that’s when you decided to play along, for as long as Joe would let you, that is.
 
“Okay, your food will be ready in a few minutes. It might take a bit longer since we’re currently low staff.” The young waiter, whose name you learned is Elliot, tells you apologetically.
 
“It’s okay, baby; we aren’t in a rush,” you tell him kindly before he walks away, making sure you emphasize the word 'baby.'
 
Joe stares at you silently, trying to collect his thoughts before he speaks. “What are you doing?” The warning was clear: don’t do it again or you won’t like the consequences.
 
You stay silent, looking innocently at him, until he raises his eyebrows, indicating he’s expecting an answer.
 
“I’m just being polite; is that a problem?” You sass, crossing your arms over your chest.
 
“Oh, you do NOT get to flirt with the waiter than sass me. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Joe asks sternly, keeping eye contact with you as you try looking away.
 
“Oh my, God, Joe. It’s not that big of a deal. Why are you being such a—“
 
“Okay, we have one order of the grilled chicken, with salad on the side,” Elliot cuts you off, bringing your food over, “and one order of steak and baked potatoes.” He slides Joe his dinner.
 
“Can I get you anything else? a refill on your drinks maybe?” Elliot offers the both of you. Joe notices Elliot’s hand slightly brushing against your shoulder but doesn’t comment on it.
 
Joe shakes his head no.
 
“No thanks, darling,” you say, smiling at Elliott as he walks away to take other orders.
 
Joe is now looking at you furiously. “This is your last warning. Do it again, and we’re leaving; do you understand me?” Joe demands, grabbing your chin so you’re making eye contact.
 
You nod your head, but roll your eyes while trying to wriggle out of his grip.
 
“uh, uh. eyes up here. I said, Do you understand me?”
 
“Yeah, okay,” you nod your head. “I understand.”
 
Joe releases his grip and nods his head. “Now eat, please.”
 
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You and Joe eat your dinner peacefully, finally having the evening together Joe wanted. You are so close to finishing your meal without anymore distractions until Elliott comes over one last time to check on you.
 
“Is everything alright?” Elliot asks, sounding like he genuinely cares how your meal is.
 
“It was delicious, thank you,” you reply, setting the fork down and looking up at Elliot. “Wasn’t it good, Joe?" You turn to look at your boyfriend.
 
“Yes, it was. Thank you,” he says politely, despite how annoyed he is with Elliot.
 
“I’m glad to hear that!” Elliot replies happily, “Would you like me to get the bill now?” He asks, collecting your empty plates and utensils.
 
“Yes, love, that sounds wonderful,” you respond with the same level of enthusiasm.
 
Elliot leaves to get the bill, and you look over at Joe, not expecting to see him so angry.
 
“I have told you several times to knock it off. I am sick of you disrespecting me,” Joe says sternly.
 
He leans forward to whisper this last part so only you can hear.
 
“When we get home, you are being punished. I do not care how much you don’t want it; you will be punished for your actions, and that is final. Do you understand?”
 
You look at Joe bewildered. Sure, you wanted to push his buttons; angry sex is the best, is it not? but a punishment? That was something you didn’t expect.
 
"Yes, sir,” you respond sheepishly, “understood.”
 
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The drive home is silent, not even the sound of the radio going. You knew you were going to be in trouble, but not this much trouble.
 
I mean, really? a punishment?  
That’s not necessary. Of course you’d never say this to Joe; he would not approve of this mindset.
 
when you finally arrive home and Joe parks the car in the driveway. There’s a moment or two of silence while he tries collecting his thoughts.
 
He turns to you and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look him in the eyes when he talks to you.
“When you go inside, I want you to strip completely and wait for me on the bed. I will be inside in a few minutes. Go.”
 
Joe releases his grip, and you scramble out of the car and inside the house, shutting the door behind you. You run up the stairs and go to your shared bedroom.
 
You strip off your clothes, put them in the laundry basket, and wait on the bed as Joe instructed.
 
You heard Joe walking up the stairs a few minutes after you sat down. He wasn’t stomping, which was a good sign.
 
Joe opened the door and looked to the bed, making sure you listened. “Finally learned how to listen, hm?” He teased, walking over to the bed to stand above you.
 
“Go get the vibrator,” Joe says sternly, pointing to the nightstand on the opposite side of you.
 
“Joe, please no,” you plead, making zero effort to do as you’re told.
 
“Now.”
 
You sigh and climb across the bed. opening the drawer aggressively and grabbing the vibrator. Sliding across the bed you had it to Joe, and once again start pleading.
 
“please, please! dont. I’ll be good, Joe.” You give him your best puppy eyes. “So good, I promise.”
 
His eyes soften slightly, and he rubs his thumb across your lips before leaning in and softly kissing them.
 
He pulls back and admires you for a moment before saying, “Lay down, on your back, spread your legs.”
 
You whine but obey him wordlessly, trying your best to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen.
 
“Good girl,” Joe turns on the vibrato to its slowest level and holds it between your legs.
 
You gasp and twitch at the sudden sensation between your legs but say nothing; instead, you grip the soft cotton sheets in order to hold still.
 
“Oh baby,” Joe coos, placing down the vibrator so it won’t move when he lets go. and sits down on a chair beside the bed. “This is only the beginning, and your already gasping and moaning?”
 
You glare at your boyfriend and begin to say something when your cut off by the vibration being turned up a level, using a remote Joe keeps with him.
 
“Joe,” you groan, struggling to keep still. You look over at your boyfriend to see him smiling at you, enjoying watching you struggle to keep your composure.
 
“hmm?” He hums, “What is it, baby?” Turning it up to the max speed, he asks, “Is something wrong?”
 
“Mmm, fuck,” you moan breathlessly, gripping at the sheets even harder.
 
“Use your words,” he tuts.
 
“Please, off,” you beg helplessly, “I'm going to come, please.”
 
“Uh, uh. No, your not.” Joe sits up and pushes the vibrator deeper, rubbing it up and down. “Only good girls get to come. Were you a good girl?”
 
You quickly shake your head no, hopeful that if you obey, you will get the reward of coming.
 
“No? No what, baby, use your words.” He says sternly but not coldly.
 
“No,” you groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. “No, I wasn’t a good girl.”
 
“No, you weren’t,” he agrees, stopping the movement of the vibrator and leaving it still once more. “What were you then? hmm?" joe prompts.
 
“Bad girl,” you answer, arching your back, trying to nonchalantly wiggle away from the vibrations.
 
“Yeah, you were a bad girl.” He notices your wiggles and once again moves the vibrator closer to your clit. “And do bad girls get to come?”
 
“No, they don't.” You give him your best ‘I’ll be a good girl’ eyes, but to no avail.
 
“No, they don’t. Does that mean you get to come?” he asks, finding pleasure in your constant gasps and moans.
 
“No.”
 
“No, you don’t.”
 
You gasp loudly, “Joe, I’m going to come. I can't fight it anymore.” You carefully grind on the vibrator, trying to bring yourself to the orgasm you so badly need.
 
Joe quickly puts an end to that nonsense by taking the vibrator away. “Oh, baby, wrong decision.”
 
Joe waits a few minutes to let you come down from your almost orgasm, then puts the vibrator right back between your thighs.
 
“Oh,” you gasp, gripping at Joe's wrists, your nails digging into his skin. “Please stop. I’ll be good, I promise,” you beg. At this point, you’re willing pretty much anything to get him to stop.
 
“yeah? you have?" He gently removes your nails from digging into him.
 
“Yes! Oh, God, yes.” you all but yell. “I’ll never, ever flirt with someone else again.”
 
“Yeah, I know you won’t,” he agrees, unbuckling his pants and pulling them off.
 
You watch Joe strip, just now noticing how hard he is. Joe pulls down his boxers, and his dick springs out.
 
Joe climbs on the bed with you and removes the vibrator. “Show me how much of a good girl you can be.”
 
You eagerly climb on Joe's lap and position yourself on his cock. Joe slides inside you easily.
 
“Hmm, so wet for me, yeah?” Joe teases, kissing your neck.
 
“Yes,” you reply, turning your neck to the side so he has better access, as you begin to rock back and forth on Joe.
 
He flips you over your laying underneath him while he starts pounding into your dripping wet pussy.
 
You whimper and dig your nails into Joe's back. “Joe,” you pant, “don’t stop, I’m close.”
 
He continues pounding you. “No one will ever make you feel this good,” he whispers in your ear. “Look at you, so needy for me.” He kisses your lips rather aggressively, his tongue slipping into your mouth.
 
You moan in pleasure and run hand through Joe's hair, tugging on it, so his face is closer to yours.
 
You pull back from the kiss to moan out, “Joe, I’m going to come.” He continues, not slowing down his pace.
 
“Come for me, baby, that’s it. good girl,” he praises as you finish.
 
Joe comes shortly after and pulls out. You both flop on your backs, trying to catch your breath. After a minute or so, Joe turns to you. “I meant what I said. No one will make you feel as good as I do.”
 
You nod in agreement, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. “I know,”
 
Joe pulls you close; you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes.
 
“You’re mine; you got that?”
 
“Mhmm,” you hum. “Believe me, I won’t forget.”
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ditzydoe444 · 15 days ago
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being jason’s todd controversially younger girlfriend is one thing, it’s another to be perv jason todd controversially younger girlfriend is another. this man is just absolutely filthy, grabbing your ass and tits with no shame publicly, purposely taking your panties so you couldn’t wear them, and it’s free use everywhere.
he’s a little bit of an asshole, sometimes he comes so fast and before you, but you cant complain since he’s already turned over and asleep. he treats you like an object, where the relationship is essentially built on lust, whenever you tried to do something romantic, other than sex he would shut you down.
you’re his literal cum dump, he would come on your face, tits, pussy, stomach you name it. but he doesn’t even clean you up, forcing you to waddle awkwardly to the bathroom to grab the towel whilst he’s already asleep.
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addie-henderson · 2 years ago
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the tip of his cock ran between your folds nudging your achy clit. he refused to go in a punishment for being 'ill behaved' in reality it was out of cruelty you'd done nothing he just got off on watching you babble hopelessly. "Jamie please-" you repeat, though barely coherent.
"hm? please please Jamie please" he mocks you as your legs shake. "please what baby?"
you begin to cry as you cum your stomach wound tightly into a coil that finally snapped. "wait wait-" you babble trying to pause the painful high that came with.
James stopped and you thought maybe he was going to go easy on you. maybe your pleads for a break were heard. the calm was short lived as the head of his cock probed your achingly empty hole. a soft whimper of pleasure falls from your lips as he pushes in to your soaked pussy
"there you go baby biiiiig stretch." he softly coo's at you, he really could be sweet even when he was mean.
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The God who answers after dark ☆
One - Remember:
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Summary: Time has slipped through your fingers since that last encounter with him—the one where he showed you a side of intimacy you hadn’t known before. His touch lingered long after he left, a haunting reminder of what it felt like to be close to someone in ways you couldn’t fully comprehend. You’ve tried to push it all aside, to erase the memory, but the ache of his absence runs deeper than you expected. Forgetting, you realize, only sharpens the memory, bringing it back with an intensity that leaves you torn between longing and pain. Every attempt to move on is met with flashes of that night, where your body remembered even when your mind resisted. The confusion wraps itself around you, a constant reminder of the vulnerability he exposed in you. You want to let it go, to find peace in his departure, but the harder you try to forget, the more vividly it returns. Remembering, it seems, is a cruel paradox—you cannot forget without confronting everything that you wish you could erase.
Tags&warnings: Jungkookxfemreader, fluff and a bit of smut if you would call it that?!?? Jungkook is obsessed with reader, a bit delusional. Flashbacks, descriptions of penetration. MDNI!!!
Word count: 2k+
Note: took me forever to post this, my bad lol I was procrastinating. Doesn’t have that much smut because idk I’m genuinely tired LOOL? I’m more for fluff nowadays.
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You found yourself waiting for the darkness.
Unsure of which one.
The one that lulls you towards a dreamfell night. Where you feel the most comfortable as the stars and moon shine through your window. Where you feel as if it’s just you, the world so still, so silent.
Or the one that races through your mind like water down/through a stream. That reminds you of the night itself. Everywhere you went he was there. You could feel him all around you just like the night you shared together.
He was in the air embracing you
He was the moon constantly changing, revealing different phases of himself with every passing day. He was the odd comfort you felt when you were out amongst the dark sky.
He was the darkness
You missed both.
Falling asleep before the night even came. And too stubborn to call out his name.
A name that you gave him once when you were younger, that he held onto years past that.
The night was as warm as his touch on you that night. The wind gentle like his hold on you. The breeze caressing your skin like how he did, so effortlessly, it felt right.
You’d never admit you was waiting for a particular presence, as much as you loved the night itself , you’ve grown accustomed to something more greater than that.
And even though you could still talk to the wind and the trees like you used to when you were young, it’s not the same as hearing his alluring voice sink into you.
You waited for him to come. Even though you were avoiding him, you hoped he wasn’t avoiding you.
You wonder if he never came because you never called for him. Or maybe because you’re just another human in his little game.
So you laid there reminiscing. Other times trying to forget. And even trying to keep those memories forever, as you wrote them in your diary.
And when day came you missed his presence, even though he still lingered around. The sun kissing your skin like how his soft lips once did.
You were angry because everything reminded you of him. You couldn’t escape him even if you tried.
So you tried to forget about that night. About him. You decided to forget it and only remember what life was like before.
But what was life like before?
He’s been around for most of it.
You aimed to distract yourself with any possible thing.
But how could you when you can still feel his touch lingering on your skin. Like a stubborn burn that stings and leaves a faint scar.
Before how he made you feel. Before you knew what a man’s touch felt like, what his touch felt like. Having him on you, all around you, inside you.
But he’s not a man…
He’s a thing, something so much greater than what you’ve imagined him to be. And that’s what you try to remind yourself, despite you trying to forget him as a whole.
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It was day again.
You’ve forgotten what night feels like. What it looks like. You miss watching the stars decorate the dark sky. You miss hearing the creatures of the night come out. You miss him… and you miss the quietness the night brought.
The quietness you wish you heard right now as you walk across the busy campus.
Your thoughts run wild, familiar and unfamiliar faces cross your path as you try to reach your destination.
You’re sure you’re loosing it when you feel a familiar presence walk beside you, and feel the familiar chill run down your spine when he says, “Out of all the humans I’ve come across, I always manage to find myself drawn back to you”
You look beside you, once a space of nothing but air now filled with none other than himself.
You’ve been avoiding him as much as you can since the last time you both saw each other. Since you last let him see you in a more vulnerable light.
You didn’t know how to deal with the situation, so you did what you did best and that was avoid.
“You’re not drawn back to me, you simply chose to be here. You can be anywhere in the world and you choose to be on a campus with me” you mutter bitterly.
“Your tone is distasteful y/n. Nothing like how sweet you sounded when you were calling for me”
You pause, stopping in your tracks when you catch the smirk on his face.
“We said we won’t speak about it”
“You said my love. I only make deals, not promises”
Not wanting to feed in to whatever he’s doing, you continue to walk. Not caring if he follows you or not. Still, you ignore the way you feel when you notice him swiftly make his way back beside you.
Time passes.
Just the sound of endless chatter between the people making their daily route, and the faint sound of cars passing by lingers between you two.
It’s nice. It’s not awkward like you had imagined. Tense yes, but when was there ever not tension between you two? It was just right. Like it had been before you both crossed that deadly line. The line you both saw but had never spoke about. The line you had always been curious about, whether you should cross it or not, or let it be just a mere thought you had that you tried to shove to the back of your mind, but would always make itself known whenever you laid in bed thinking of how it must feel to be touched.
“Do you know you’re the only person that’s ever given me a name?”
You peer at him, waiting for him to continue. Your eyes curious as you study the side of his face, wondering why he decided to say that.
His face carved and structured by none other than yourself, yet you always seem so surprised whenever you see him. So in awe at how one’s mind can create such a beautiful thing.
He continues, “I told you before that we don’t get given names, our only identity is the thing we are, the thing we own. For me it’s darkness. I used to love it, it held so much power. It made me feel like I was worth something. Not until you decided to call me-“
“Kook” you say. The name you gave him as a child feeling foreign on your lips. You hadn’t called him that in a long time, deciding to leave that name in the past.
“Kookie” he corrects.
“Hm, well I think you’ve grown out of that now” your tone holds the same bitterness as you continue walking the route to your class.
“I was waiting for you to call on me” his words linger in the air like the aroma of a freshly cooked dinner - warm, inviting, and comforting, making you feel instantly at home .
You’re not sure if you sense a hint of vulnerability hidden within his words. His words seeming more cautious as he continues, “I dont see you staying up anymore. You used to be perched by your bedroom window watching the sky, diary in your hand. Why not now?”
You ignore him choosing not to give him the satisfaction of hearing the truth.
You’ll ever admit that your favourite time of the day is night. That you feel less lonely during that time, less worried and less afraid. You’ll never admit that you look forward to a certain presence that accompanies you during that time.
You’ll never.
Even if he may already know, he’s a god after all.
“Why didn’t you call for me?” His hand catches yours, pulling you to a stop. His eyes are dark, waiting for you to answer him. They mimic the stars. It’s like you’re looking into a galaxy, his eyes holding so many unanswered questions, so many wishes and dreams. You feel yourself falling, falling in everything that is him.
Everything around you turns into night. You feel like you’re stepping on clouds as you get caught up in this little world. Just you and him.
“Why didn’t you call for me?” He asks again and you know it kills him to do that. Pride being one of his main traits.
There’s no escaping this. He’s trapped you.
There was only one other time he’s done this, created a space just for you and him, it’s when you were younger, he took your hand and brought you to this same place, the darkness. It was a way for you to escape your life for a while. He did it without a thought after seeing you cry to him, the hurt in you voice doing something to him that he’s never experienced before. That he’s sure only humans feel.
And now you’re here again, his whole presence surrounding you as his question lingers in the dark.
“Why did you leave?” You retort.
The corner of his mouth twitches, it’s typical of you to brush off his questions.
“That’s who I am. That’s what I do. I come and go. I’m not a constant, I obscure”.
You let his words sit with you, suffocate you, until they seep into your thoughts, twisting your perception, weighing you down with a heaviness you can’t shake.
You don’t blink when you say, “I didn’t call for you because just like you said, You come and go, you obscure. I needed clarity, not shadows” your voice comes out fainter than you had hoped.
You force yourself to look him in the eyes, the deep abyss of what you found yourself always looking forward to see. You didn’t think it was possible for them to darken, but they do, as well as everything around you.
“And yet you still seek those shadows. I know you look for me whenever you see them” his hand delicately brushes against your cheekbone, slowly making its way to caress your jaw. “My dear y/n, you fail to realise sometimes clarity isn’t always what you need. It’s the shadows that show you what’s truly there, hidden beneath the light.”
With his touch still on you, he leans in and whispers, “you seem to have forgotten, let me remind you”
And just like that memories of any intimate moment you both shared flashes around you, flooding your mind, surrounding you in a whirlwind of forgotten warmth. But was it really forgotten?
As the memories flood in, suddenly you're enveloped in the darkness of your room. The air between you crackles with unspoken longing. The world outside ceasing to exist as your eyes meet for a moment.
You blink as another memory hits. You reaching out fingers trailing lightly along the curve of his jaw, feeling the coolness of his skin under your touch. The darkness around you stills as his breath catches while he gently cups your face, his thumb brushes against your cheek with a tenderness that speaks volumes. The space between you two tightens, your breaths mingling as his lips brush yours, forming into a kiss that is soft and reassuring, filled with a promise of deeper want, need.
“Do you remember my love?”
How could you forget? The way your kisses deepened as you pulled him closer to you with your fingers threaded through his hair. The way your pussy would throb just from his mere presence alone. The way his fingers worked on your body, playing you like one of his instruments you know he loves.
He knew your body so well, even when you were still trying to figure it out yourself.
A flashback runs through your mind every few seconds. Filled with images and feelings of what was and what could have been.
His cock slowly fills you, stretching you, every inch making you feel how tightly your body grips him. He's the only one who's ever had you like this, the only one to feel your warmth, to claim every inch of you. You were so wet and ready. Your moans mix with his, rising together in a rhythm, a breathless symphony that fills the space between you. Each thrust draws out another note, a melody of shared pleasure, building in intensity as your bodies move in perfect harmony.
His scent surrounds you, rich and earthy, intoxicating in its rawness. He's everywhere— inside you, around you, filling every inch of your senses. His touch is light, almost ghostly, yet it leaves a trail of heat in its wake, making your skin tingle with anticipation. It's as if even the air between you hums with his presence, leaving you craving more.
You shiver, not from the cold but from the intensity of his gaze as his eyes roamed over you, drinking you in. His fingers brushing along your exposed skin. You remember the way your breath hitched when his mouth followed, hot and wet against your skin, his tongue flicking over your nipple in a way that made your back arch, pushing you closer to him.
His other hand, still on your waist, gripped you tighter, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you.
The feel of his cool, bare skin against yours was intoxicating, sending a wave of chills coursing through your body. Each slow, agonizing stroke made your breath hitch, your pulse quicken. Every touch, every movement, was a reminder of how deeply he held you captive-body, mind, and soul. His hands explored with deliberate slowness, as if he had all the time in the world, drawing out every sensation, every shiver. You could feel the weight of each moment, the way it lingered between you, an unspoken intensity building with each soft caress, until nothing else existed but the raw, electric connection.
Everything comes to a stop and you find your self short of breath, just like you were that night.
Your mind is a whirlwind, unable to distinguish between what's real and what's imagined. Between what you’ve lived and what you ache to relive. He’s left you tangled in confusion, unraveling every certainty you once had. He hasn’t just unsettled you—he’s undone you entirely. He’s confused you, he’s ruined you.
When you escape the chaos of your mind, seeking the comfort of his familiar eyes, you're pulled back to that night you shared—only to be left alone once more.
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The God who answers after dark ☆
- mimi ☆
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twistersobsessed · 8 months ago
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Fear | Boone x Reader
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A/N: Boone is so underrated. Also I wrote half of this high off my ass so apologies for any errors.
Warnings: Smut, near death experience, Boone gagging you with his bandana, desperate sex, unprotected sex
You were scared for your life, of course you were, but you were more concerned for Boone’s. The chairs in front of the ones he was clinging to had been sucked into the vortex, leaving nothing between him and the gaping hole the tornado had torn in the building. You fleetingly realized the chairs in front of you were gone too; and that’s when your grasp slipped. You screamed, not prepared to die so violently.
“(NAME)!” Boone yelled, and before you could get sucked away, he caught your wrists in his hands, keeping himself anchored to the chairs by hooking his foot around the bottom of one. Your body was fully off the ground as the angry, swirling winds tried to claim you, but Boone refused to let go.
Then suddenly, you were back on the ground, and everything was quiet. You dared to open your eyes, your gaze meeting Boone’s terrified one. He didn’t let go of your wrists as you twisted your neck to look behind you. The tornado was gone. How, you had no idea but you were too thankful to ask questions.
You dropped your forehead against the ground in relief. Boone let go of your wrists and you missed the contact, but he only let go so that he could pull himself to his knees and gather you into his arms. “Oh, (Name), oh fuck, (Name), (Name), (Name),” Boone was muttering to himself, clutching you to his chest. He repeated your name like a prayer, rocking on his knees.
You sat up in his arms to throw your own arms around his midsection. You buried your face in his chest and he buried his face in your hair. “I love you,” he breathed. It was so quiet you wondered if you had even heard him correctly, so you didn’t respond. Boone didn’t let go of you until Dani and Lily came over.
“Are you guys okay?” Boone finally let go of you as Lily reached down to help you to your feet. Dani helped him up. “We’re fine,” you breathed. “Come on!” Dani urged, and the group followed Tyler and Javi out into the field.
Later that night, in a higher end motel, your group deserved it after the day you’d all had, you were wearing a skimpy matching pajama set and sitting on your bed, dissociating. You still felt sick from your brush with death earlier.
A knock sounded at your door. For some reason you expected it to be Tyler, and were surprised to open the door to Boone. “Boone?” you whispered. “Hey.” His voice is quiet. “Can I come in?” You step back from the door and open it wider, welcoming him in. When the door is closed behind him you both stand a foot or so apart and stare at each other for a minute. Boone makes the first move, gently pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly.
“I’m sorry,” his voice was low. “I needed to see you. I thought I was going to never see you again earlier.” His one hand rests on the small of your back, the other holding the back of your head. You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat as your head rests on his chest. “I…” Boone hesitates. “I love you.”
So you had heard him correctly. You smile. “I love you too, Boone.” You can’t see it from where your head rests on his chest, but he smiles too. The two of you stand in each other’s embrace for another two minutes before Boone reluctantly pulls back. He opens his mouth to say something, but his eyes catch on your pajama set. He swallows.
You suddenly feel self-concious, crossing your arms over your chest, but all that does is enhance your cleavage. Boone’s face is flushed, his eyes having yet to leave your body. You clear your throat and Boone tears his gaze away, meeting your eyes again. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Um, you look good.”
It was your turn to blush. “Oh, thank you,” you giggled. Boone stepped into your space again, hands gently grabbing your hips. You rested your hands on his chest. Boone’s face was so close to yours you could feel his breath. He nuzzled his nose against your cheek before softly pressing his lips to yours.
Just like that, something snapped between the two of you. The kiss quickly became heated, Boone’s grasp on your hips turning possessive. You slid your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to allow him to slide his tongue against yours.
His hands began to travel, sliding from your hips to your ass, which he squeezed. One hand held your ass while his other hand crept up your top. The thin material made little barrier between your skin and his hands. He pushed your top up over your tits, pulling back from the kiss to admire.
You blushed, but when you tried to pull the material back over yourself, Boone pulled it over your head and disregarded it over his shoulder. “Don’t get shy now, baby,” he teased. He cupped your face in his hands and pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes still trained on your chest. He let out a shuddering breath.
His hands moved down your shoulders, down your upper arms, then he whispered, “May I?” You nodded. “Verbally, sweetheart.” “Yes,” you choked. His hands moved around to fondle your breasts and you moaned softly.
Boone was determined to hear more of that. His hands found your hips again as he directed you backwards to the bed, gently pushing you down onto it. He tugged off his own shirt to bring you to more even ground before climbing on top of you.
He kissed your lips sweetly before trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking and biting on your neck to leave his mark. Once he was satisfied with his work, he moved his kisses down over your collarbones until he reached your chest. He kissed each breast before taking your left nipple into his mouth.
You gasp, arching your back into his touch. “Sensitive,” Boone mumbles against your skin. You can feel his smile. One hand plays with the breast he isn’t sucking on, his other hand sliding down your front and dipping into your sleep shorts.
He moaned when he realized you didn’t sleep with panties on. “Oh baby,” he breathed, dragging two fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness. “This all for me?” You whimper, shaking lightly.
Boone experimentally slid his fingers into you. You gasped, throwing your head back. “Oh fuck, Boone…” Boone removed his fingers to your dismay, locking eyes with you as he brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.
Your stomach flutters at the sight.
“I’m flattered, baby,” Boone smirks, accent just adding to how hot he sounds.
You blush but wriggle out of your shorts, catching Boone off guard as he stares with a sort of reverence. You tug at his belt to snap him out of it. He quickly fumbles with the belt, flinging it away when he pulls it off.
You unbutton and unzip his jeans and he kicks them off. You immediately sit up to palm him through his boxers. He groans lowly, eyes closing. He doesn’t let you do it for long though, pushing you back down and stripping himself of his boxers.
Your mouth practically waters at the sight of his dick.
“Enjoyin’ the view?” Boone teases, but his face is flushed. You look up at him from low eyelids and he groans. “Don’t look at me like that, baby.” You lean back on your elbows and spread your legs.
Boone wastes no time, crawling onto the bed. “I don’t have a condom; I’ll buy you plan b in the morning, it don’t matter.” “It’s fine, I’m on the pill,” you assure him, pulling him down to kiss you.
Boone’s tongue slides into your mouth the same time his dick slides into your pussy. You moan loudly and Boone does his best to muffle it with his mouth. He wants to hear your noises, nothing is hotter, but the motel walls are thin.
He pulls back as he begins to thrust into you. You try to stifle your moans, you really do, but you’re loud, and Boone suddenly thinks of something that may be as equally hot as your sounds. He pulls out, to your dismay. He fishes something out of his jeans.
It’s his bandana. He crawls back on top of you, pinning you to the bed under his weight, and holds the bandana up to your face. “Open up, honey.”
You obediently do so, and he shoves the fabric into your mouth before pushing back into you as deep as he can. You cry out, but it’s efficiently muffled by his bandana. Boone smirks. He hikes your right leg over his shoulder and begins thrusting, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper angles.
Your eyes brim with tears from stimulation, especially when Boone reaches down to circle your clit with his finger. You cry and whine and moan, all muffled by Boone’s favorite fabric.
Your body tenses and shakes as you reach your climax, and Boone can tell. “You gonna cum for me, honey? I’m about to cum too, fuck-” His thrusts grow sloppy. He rips his bandana out of your mouth and covers your lips with his, kissing you deeply as you reach your orgasm.
How tightly you clenched around him as you came had Boone cumming deep inside you practically at the same time. He stilled once you both came back from your highs, but didn’t pull out of you. He just collapsed on the bed, rolling you with him so you remained connected.
You lay facing one another, basking in an afterglow and one another’s presence. “I love you, baby,” Boone cooes, kissing your forehead. You smile sleepily, the days events and last hour’s activities having you absolutely exhausted.
Boone gently pulled out of you and you immediately missed the warmth, feeling strangely empty. You wrapped your legs with his and curled into his chest.
You both meant to get up and clean up, but after the day you’d had… you both fell asleep before you could, naked and sticky and clinging to one another like you were about to lose the other.
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