#Got me twirling my hair and kicking my feet

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Joel with BDE?! Yes, please!!🥵🥵🔥🔥

Reader with BDE?! Oh yes yes YES!!!🥵🥵🔥🔥

You know me, baby, I already started getting excited when Tommy appeared😏 I’d follow that man anywhere like a dog istg. But Joel😍🥵 your menace Joel of course immediately took all my attention bc he’s so hot and confident yummy!!!

I’d show you anything baby🫠🫠

And his dirty talk is scorching!!🔥🔥

Twirling my hair and kicking my feet😍😩🥵🥵 with that cocky attitude OF COURSE he’d call his cock HE! Yes, HE deserves all the respect and love😏🫠

And omg reader shines so brightly in this story! She’s hot, confident and knows how to make Joel do what she wants😍

She deserved that creampie! she wanted it and she got it😏 QUEEN!😌 these two are a perfect match and I hope they meet again😍🥵🥵🥵

Thank you for writing this hot story, baby!! Amazing job!!👏👏👏

Dance with me, darlin'

3k6 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist Summary: You go to a club and want to fuck. So does Joel Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap (reader is in her 20s, Joel in his early 40s), Joel is a menace, Tommy’s in the club too, no mention of Sarah. Pet names (darlin’, sweetheart, baby), pussy and dick pronouns, masturbation (f), oral (m/f), dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, soft dom!Joel, piv, creampie. Pic for mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions

a/n:  this is written for @sp00kymulderr 's dick pronoun fic challenge | masterlist thank you for the challenge, Gideon 🙏❤️ (I'm so late I'm sorry 😳) Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 😘💕 @/saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

Saturday night, finally. You had a tough week at work, and you were looking forward to this night, wishing to forget your worries. You had planned to go to a club with your two friends, Maddie and Anna, drink a few shots and let loose on the dance floor.

The place was already packed when the three of you arrived, and you headed to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila that you downed immediately.

“Just what I needed,” you told your friends, sighing in relief, as you felt some of your troubles disappear- at least temporarily, when the strong alcohol flowed down your throat.

You set the glass down, before turning toward the dance floor and placing your elbows on the counter. “Come on, let’s dance,” Anna said, motioning for Maddie and you to follow her. 

You danced and sang, your awful week finally behind you, and then headed back to the bar.

“Good evening, ladies.” All three of you turned around when you heard a masculine voice.

“Good evening yourself,” Maddie replied, smiling at the man. He was handsome, seemed to be in his late 30s, with dark hair and brown eyes, a moustache and a short beard. He was tall, his broad shoulders stretching his white t-shirt, its already short sleeves were rolled up around his biceps. His hair was tied back with a rubber band.

“I’m Tommy. Can I offer you drinks?”

The three of you looked at each other and agreed.

“Wanna join me and my brother? Over there,” he added, nodding toward a booth. Shamelessly manspreading,  the man sitting there gave you and your friends a vague nod with his chin. He was wearing sunglasses, which you found strange in this place, but his attitude was hot and you didn’t want to turn down a drink. Neither did your friends.

“Hi, Tommy’s brother,” you said loudly over the music as you sat down.

“Hey darlin’, I’m Joel. What did you order?”

“Tequila,” you replied, trying not to react to the pet name he already gave you, despite the giggles of your friends.

“Nice,” he said, scratching his beard with his thumb, as the corner of his lip lifted slightly. This man was exactly what you needed tonight: a hot menace.

Tommy came back with the shots, all emptied as quickly as the first ones you’d had after your arrival. He started to chat with your friends and you looked at Joel more closely. He was wearing a gray t-shirt, so tight that his biceps seemed to be begging for release.

He probably noticed you were checking him out and not paying attention to the conversation at all, considering the smirk he gave you.

“Dance with me, darlin’,” he said, standing up right away, as if he already knew you wouldn't say no. He held out his hand to you, while pushing his glasses up on his head. You stood up and met a pair of beautiful brown eyes. His flirty smirk didn’t go unnoticed either- he was full of confidence, and you liked it. 

He took your hand in his and you tried to stay focused on the music, the noises around, even though you felt like you were in a velvet box that muffled everything around you, since the moment his fingers touched you.

You started to dance and he was good at it, hips moving sensually. He rested his hands on your hips once or twice, and checked if you were ok with the way he was touching you. Feeling confident, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders while you were dancing, and resisted the urge to press your body closer to his.

When a second song started, you started to spin around to the rhythm of the music, swaying your hips lascively, and stopped when two hands settled on your hips.

“Already showing me your ass, baby? Lookin’ for trouble?” he said in a low voice, his mouth so close to your ear that his beard brushed your skin. His lips slid towards your pulse point and he kissed it, making you shiver.

You turned your face to look at him and held your breath. His stare, like yours probably, exuded sex. “Maybe I am, yeah. The good kind,” you replied finally, trying to keep a confident voice. 

“Always the good kind with me, sweetheart,” he replied, leaning against you slightly, but enough for you to feel the bulge in his jeans. Another shiver ran through your body filled with arousal.

You turned around, and Joel kept his hands on your hips, pulling you gently towards him, determinedly, and you faced him. Two motionless bodies in the middle of the dance floor, while everybody was dancing around you. It was like time stopped for a moment. 

He took your chin between his fingers, slowly tilting it left and then right. As if he was scrutinizing you.

“What? You’re gonna ask my age?”

“No. You’re over 21, that’s enough for me,” he said, and you started to dance again.

“Looks like you’re a damn menace, Joel…” you smirked.

He chuckled but didn’t answer.

A couple songs later, you excused yourself to go freshen up in the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to slow down your heartbeat, to take your time before going back. Trying to stop yourself from asking him to join you in the bathroom so you could fuck him there.

When you came back, Joel was no longer dancing, or at the booth. You stopped dead in your tracks, disappointed. You obviously had been mistaken, thinking he was interested in you. You told your friends that you would call an Uber and go home.

When you walked out of the club, Joel was facing the exit, leaning against a truck.

“I was waiting for you,” he said, ogling your body from head to toe, with your dress not covering much, his lips curved in a confident smile.

“And you just left? I could have met another man and completely forgotten about you," you said, half teasing half provoking him, as you were walking towards him.

“No, you wouldn’t,” he replied, the confidence in his voice making your knees weaken. He pulled you towards him, his scent invading your nostrils again. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“Could almost hear that little pussy clench on nothin’, while we were dancin’,” he murmured against your ear while his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you against his bulge. You bit your lip, trying not to moan.

“Am I right? Coulda fucked you in the bathroom, but I wanna take my time with you.”

“So you want to fuck me in your car?”

“No. Not with my dick, at least,” he smirked.

“Shit,” you breathed. No one had ever spoken to you like that before, and heat rushed over your whole body. 

“Wanna come to my place, darlin’?”

“For ‘good kind of trouble’, like you offered? Yes… yeah.”

“‘Course you do,” he added, cockily. 

He grabbed your arms and spun you around, caging you with his broad body, your back against the truck door, his wide thigh between yours. Pressing against your throbbing pussy.

“Is she purin’, baby? This little cunt? She wants to be mine all night, doesn't she?”

“Fuck… yeah.” 

He brushed his nose against your cheeks and ear, then kissed your neck, his hands sliding from your ass to your waist.

You wanted to kiss him, but he seemed to enjoy playing with you. Tease you.

“That’s my girl. Get in the truck, sweetheart,” he said, moving away just enough to open the door.

“Oh, you’re a gentleman?”

He tilted his head to the side and gave you a look that seemed to mean “for now”, then he closed the door. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled. He was so hot and confident that you felt yourself drooling like never before.

“So you’re a contractor?” you said as he sat down, trying to cool off the atmosphere a bit.  “Miller bros,” written on your truck? It explains the arms.”

“You checked out my arms, darlin’?”

“Yeah, like you checked out my ass,” you teased. So much for the cool off.

“I sure did,” he chuckled. “Yeah, Tommy and I are contractors.”

He put his hand on your bare thigh while he was driving. As if you were his. His possessiveness made your core throb and you squeezed your thighs together, trying in vain to ease the tension you were feeling.

“Oh, baby… need it bad, uh? Don't worry, my place ain’t far. Now, be a good girl, and put your hand between your legs.”

You looked at him, surprised and even more aroused.

“You need some release, don’t you?”

You nodded and did as he said, you were here for it after all, and his soft dominant tone was exactly what you craved. You slid your hand between your thighs, down to your soaked panties.

“Two fingers. You can take them easily, I know you're droolin’.”

You bit your lip when you heard him, and slid your hand under the fabric.

That’s a good girl,” he praised. “Now lemme hear her.”

He watched you each time he could- at every red light, every stop, when it was safe.  

You were turned on by the fact that he was there, next to you, this man you had just met. Imagining how he would fuck you, aware that you were already under his control in some way. Under his spell, or whatever you called it. You brushed your folds then pushed two fingers in to let him hear how wet you were.

“Christ, that’s it, darlin’. Ruin my seat.”

You whined, keeping two fingers buried in your cunt, and brought your other hand in your panties to play with your clit and release the tension that was clenching your stomach.

“Oh shit, that’s it baby, two hands,” he said again. “Keep goin’, come in my damn car.”

“Yeah, I’m… I’m gonna come, fuck,” you whimpered, when your climax rushed over you, back arched, pussy clenching on your fingers, clit pulsing under your digit. You felt your wetness flow down to his seat.

“Shit,” he said, grabbing his bulge in his big hand, trying to ease his own tension now, before putting his hand on your thigh again. He didn’t release you until he pulled into his driveway. Then he got out of his truck and walked around to open the door, took your hand in his and led you to his house.

He slammed the door behind you and you finally kissed, your lips crashing against each other. There was no restraint, no reserve, just hunger for more. You moaned in his mouth, while growls were roaring from his throat. Bodies pressed in an impatient and greedy embrace, four hands roaming two bodies.

You pulled back to catch your breath, his hands not letting go of your waist, his eyes fixed on yours, full of desire. His lips found yours again, as he led you backwards to the table against which he leaned you. One hand still on your waist, the other on the back of your neck, he kissed you, holding you tight against him, his tongue brushing yours. 

Unable to hold back any longer, you slid your hand down to his crotch, just to touch him there, to feel its weight. Your breath stopped for a second and he wrapped his hand around yours, pressing it harder against his manhood, licking your tongue and lips.

“Take off your clothes, and show me that pussy, darlin’. Been teasin’ me for too damn long.”

He stepped aside, leaving you in charge of giving him a show that you gladly offered. You removed your dress, revealing your lingerie. The way he was looking at you took away any shyness or nervousness. You paused for a moment and he didn't hurry you, clearly enjoying it. You lost patience first and unhooked your bra then let it fall. You didn’t give yourself time to think about it and pushed your panties to the side, running your finger along your wet folds. Eyes still fixed on him, you brought your digit to your mouth and sucked it slowly.

“You're a naughty little thing,” he said in a husky voice, and you tried not to moan at this word, and kept teasing him. “You like it?” you asked playfully, feeling your wetness flowing down your folds.

He smirked, before adding “lie down on the table, sweetheart.”

You obliged happily as he walked towards you, and grabbed the hem of your panties, sliding them down your trembling legs then off the ankles. He spread your thighs as he stood between them, and brushed your folds with his thumbs, touching you there for the first time, eyes fixed on your glistening pussy.

“A naughty thing, with a really pretty cunt… looks like you’re gonna ruin more than my truck seat.”

“Fuck,” you murmured, and he leant down, hands clamped on your thighs, once again he didn’t wait and lapped at your cunt with one long stripe. His eyes fixed on you.

“Fuck me… you taste so good,” he growled before going back to eating you out, making you moan against the back of your hand. The emotion and the pleasure felt were so strong that your thighs tried to close instinctively. Growling, he spread them with his warm and firm hands, holding you open on the table.

“Joel,” you whined, feeling another climax already rising. His tongue left your folds, quickly replaced by two thick fingers, an she began fucking you with them as his lips surrounded your swollen and sensitive clit. The tip of his tongue played with it, teased it, before sucking on it, making you groan until you came on his tongue and squeezed his face between your thighs, whining his name.

He straightened up when you stopped shaking, pressed his crotch against your cunt, and wiped his glistening beard and moustache with the back of his hand.

You sat on the edge of the table, thighs spread around Joel’s thighs. His large, strong body took its place almost with authority as if it needed it, but every pore of your skin was more than ready to welcome him. 

Eager to return the favor, you unzipped his jeans and knelt down. 

“Needy girl,” he said, as if he wasn’t greedy too, his voice almost a growl of impatience.

You grabbed his jeans and boxers, struggling to free his cock that you felt hammering against the rough fabric of his clothes. You pulled them just below his balls and his cock sprang free, hard, and slapped against his lower belly.

He took your chin between his fingers, eyes full of confidence and how could he not be, given your inability to tear your eyes away from his fat tip, his thick shaft, and his heavy balls?

“I really love the way you look at my cock, but I’d like to see these lips around it, darlin’, if you want too. Before I fuck her.”

Your pussy was drooling again, calling for you to let him fuck her already, but you were craving of having your mouth and throat full of his cock.

“Needy boy,” you said, teasing him, and making him smile. “Yeah, I’m gonna suck him.”

“Him?” he asked, surprised.

“You called my pussy “her”, right?”

“Right”, he chuckled. “So, you’re gonna blow this big boy, baby?”

“You’re still talking about your dick? Or about you?” you asked mischievously, licking his shaft just to hear him growl.

“Darlin’, shit... Both I guess,” he replied, caressing your cheek with his thick thumb.

You grabbed his jeans and boxers, still mid-thigh, and with a sharp tug you pulled them down. Your thumb spread the precum over his tip then tasted it on your tongue, sucking your digit, head raised towards him. He growled, hand tightening on your cheek.

You placed your lips around his tip and started to suck it. His taste, his size, all of him made you moan, and he throbbed even bigger.

“Damn, baby…”, he said in a low voice, before you began jerking him off, your tongue sliding down his shaft towards his balls that you licked too and took in your mouth to feel their weight on your tongue. You sucked them and licked the thin skin behind them. Just to make him shiver, grunt. Just to make him think that you were a menace too.

“Shit, shit… darlin’...”

You took him back in your mouth, deeper and deeper, until his tip brushed the back of your throat. His grunts turned into the most greedy moans you had ever heard.

“Alright, alright, shit, baby… You’re way too good at this, c’mere,” he added, grabbing your elbow to help you up.

Then he spun you around, making you face the table. One hand on your shoulder, he growled “bend down for me, sweetheart.”

His voice was needy, much less in control than earlier in the evening, and you liked feeling him lose his chill.

“You're gonna let me fuck this little cunt, darlin’? Yeah? You’re gonna let me ruin you?”

“Or maybe I’ll ruin you, who knows?” you answered, head towards him. Hoping that he would only hear confidence in your voice, and not the need to welcome him inside you, mixed with the apprehension of wondering if you could welcome him.

“You’re a little menace, you know that?” he chuckled, nestling his cock between your thighs, and you leaned down, placing your cheek and hands on the table.

“Spread wide for me, baby,” he said in a low voice, “and let me in.”

He pushed in and then stopped, just the tip in, grabbed the back of your knee and propped it over the table to open your core. It was the hottest thing you had ever experienced, and your juices flooded his tip.

“We gotta get her used to him, right?” he said, his hand tightening on your shoulder. You could barely hear his words, waiting for him to sink in, to feel him completely.

“Fuck me, Joel. Please, fuck me,” you whined.

Slowly, he thrust in, leaving you breathless for a moment. 

“Oh my god…” you whimpered finally, as his tip, his shaft, were spreading your folds in a mix of delight and light pain.

“Shit, you got such a tight cunt. Tryin’ to swallow me whole.”

He didn't stop, pushing in until he bottomed out and you whimpered. His hand still on your shoulder, he pulled back leaving only his tip in your cunt, before pushing in again. He did this two or three times, to let you get used to him. 

“You’re ready, baby? Because he… wants to fuck, now,” he said, voice low, needy. 

“Yes, Joel,” you replied, and he began pounding into you, his hands clinging to your hips. Fucking you faster, harder, now that your folds had given way under his thickness, helped by your wetness that didn’t stop flowing from his shaft to his balls.

“Damn you’re so fuckin’ tight…”

“Told you…” you panted, “that I’d ruin you.”

He tried to chuckle, but it got cut in his throat. So he tried to calm his breathing, slowing down the pace, fucking you slower but deeper. 

“You’re doing so good, darlin’,” he said between two hip thrusts. “Takin’ me so well.”

You moaned, hands gripping the edge of the table, trying to keep yourself in position, your moans filling the room.

“You’re gonna come again, darlin’?” he growled, one of his hands running down your back from your shoulder to your waist, making you shiver. “Wanna come on my dick?”

“Yes,” you whined. You wanted to soak him, to make him lose his mind just like you knew you would lose yours.

He slid his hand up to your mouth for you to suck on his finger before sliding it over your clit. Stroking it perfectly, he pulled away slightly to watch his cock sink into you.

“Fuck, you’re perfect baby. Keep takin’ it, just like that.”

All you wanted was to keep taking it. Keep feeling him inside you. But soon your climax hit your core and you shook, clit pulsing.

“Oh shit,” he said, when your cunt clenched on him, and squeezed his shaft. 

Teeth gritted, he tried to hold on as much as possible, letting the heat of your pussy drive him crazy. You squeezed his hand in yours, saying “come inside Joel. Inside, please. I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”

“Can’t do that sweetheart,” he panted.

“Please, Joel, wanna feel you… need you to fill me up,” you insisted, hand tight on his.

“Damn sweetheart,” he growled, still pounding you, as if he didn’t want it to end, just before he filled your cunt with his warmth, breaking the promise he had made to himself years ago for the first time. Unable to resist your hot, tight pussy, your moans, your pleas. He came inside, sending spurt after spurt of cum deep inside you, until he covered your back with his chest, and kissed your shoulder. 

“Darlin’,” he breathed finally, “you’re dangerous, you know that?” he almost laughed against your skin.

A few minutes later, you were watching him zip up his jeans, leaving them unbuttoned, while you were putting on your dress. 

“Can I have your phone, darlin’?”

You handed it to him, watched his thumb dance on it before handing it back to you.

“Now you have my number. I’d be glad if you called me.”

You looked at your phone and smiled, when you saw that he saved his number as Joel (menace).

“It reminds me that you didn’t ask my name once tonight,” you told him.

“Darlin’ suits you well,” he smiled. “But you’re right. What’s your name, darlin’?”

You asked for his phone, and added your contact before giving it back to him.

After your first name, there was “darlin’” in parentheses.

You smiled at each other, his cheek dimpled and your heart stopped for a moment.

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I have nothing to say. Words cannot even begin to correctly describe the feelings I have for this blue, humanoid, dilf, alien man. Even if I desperately wanted to, I would be unable to summarise the impact this man has on me everytime I gaze upon his bewildering being. The feeling in my heart is unfathomable, incomprehensible, to the mind of an average creature. For the love I bear is so intense, so profound and consuming, that it has been embedded deep into the walls of my own being, into every crack and every crevice of my tainted soul. My heart years for his affections, yet these feelings are continuously overpowered by the SHEER AMOUNT OF PURE LUST I FEEL FOR HIM. I MUST HAVE HIM.

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A/N: alright, another square done for @clonexreaderbingo. Paired with the prompts "How do you expect me to keep my hands off you?" and working out turned spicy for @littlemissmanga. Hope you enjoy, and if I missed anything in the warnings let me know.

Warning(s): P in V, clothes tearing, Wrecker being a bit handsy

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she tapped on her phone. Her thumbs skittered along the keys as she reached out to her workout buddy. Despite not seeing him, yet it was entire possible she could brave the gym on her own. One of the perks of working out with a regular: the staff pay extra attention to both hers and his well-being. Her phone jostled in her grasp. The notification sent her heart racing.

As she read over the text she checked-in before proceeding to the locker room to break out her latest addition of gym attire. This most recent addition was more of an impulse buy more than anything after being hyped up by advertisements. Her fingers toyed with the honeycomb fabric once she had changed into them. Her shirt at a suitable length to show off the new garment. The butterflies swirled up into a frenzy once more as her phone buzzed again. He was here. After a final glance in the mirror to steel her nerves, she locked up her bag and ventured out in search of her gym partner.

He was easy enough to spot. Even among the more muscular clientele, he stood out plainly enough. If it was not his sheer bulk, it was his boisterous laugh that proved more infectious than a cold. She made her approach as he was distracted with chatting up the front desk. Her partner's gesticulations only drawing attention to his biceps flexing as he told a story of some exploit he and his brothers performed. It was when there was a break in his retelling that it was a time to strike.

“Wrecker, you ready?”

The large man turned immediately lighting up, “There you are. Thought you were gonna leave me on my own today.”

“And miss leg day? I might even try beat your PR this time.��� She teased, earning a broad grin.

“That's awful big talk, mesh'la.”

“If I don't I'll by dinner.”

A chuckle resonated in his chest.

“You're on.”

She folded her arms victoriously, “Deal. Now let's get going.”

As she turned on her heel to go claim some equipment for them, his attention was drawn to her new gym attire. The material clung to her hips with the fabric's pattern accentuating the curve of her ass. He tore his gaze away as a surge of heat washed over his face. Maker was testing him. He never did too well on those.

After a brief moment, he trailed after her. His gaze now trained on her shoulders. Curiosity got the better of him as she ignored the row of empty leg press machines.

“You uh...have a workout in mind?”

She grinned, “I was thinking we could do some compound lifts.” She peered over her shoulder to lock eyes with him, “Sound good?”

His mouth was suddenly too dry to form a reply, but thankfully a nod was enough.

Their regimen started out easy enough for the pair. A starting set of Romanian deadlifts kept them occupied and focused. Breathing and form nearly textbook as he guided the bar along his well defined thighs. As soon as his set was complete he chanced a glance at her. His stomach tied itself into a knot as he took her in. Her gaze etched with fierce determination. Her form oozing control with each rep. Beads of sweat adorned her skin to give her this radiant glow. His heart clenched.

Three words always evaded him during their time together despite his desire to drag his confession into the light. Doubt was a weight even he could not lift.

“You good?”

He was met with her gaze, features twisted with concern.

“Yeah, yeah I'm good.”

She shook here head, “I asked if you could spot me.”

A smile tugged at his lips, “Course I can. We at the bench o-”

“Actually, looks like the squat rack just opened up.”

Kriff.

“Y...yeah, sounds great.”

His palms began to grow slick the closer they drew to the metal frame and weights. He approached the bar, loosening a clip that kept the weights secure.

“Keep those on.”

He arched a brow at her, “You're up to plates already?”

“Said I was going for PR,” She grinned, “and I got a good spotter just in case.”

Her flattery did nothing to ease his mind as he moved to get into position to spot her should the weight be too much. Unfortunately for him, spotting during squats left his front much closer to her back. Their height difference only compounded the issue. She was just so much smaller. It would be barely a feat to pull her closer to- He shut his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind of her and her leggings.

Once she was ready, he maintained his spotter's position just behind her as she lifted the bar. The couple of paces to the center of the frame were more meticulous. Her inhale signaled her downward movement. His much larger form followed her movements. Outstretched hands nearby to grasp the weight. Each exhale signaled her rise to a standing position. Her breathing already labored.

“One.”

Inhale. Exhale.

“Two.”

Inhale. Exhale.”

“T..three.”

Her next inhale stuttered as she lowered herself into a crouch. The muscles in her legs screamed their displeasure. However, their protests were only observed when her muscles seized a third of the way up. Her white knuckled grip on the bar proved a fruitless attempt to milk any remaining strength from her muscles.

A field of warmth surrounded her. The bar abruptly much lighter in her grasp. Her legs extended sluggishly before she fell back against her savior. The bar met the metal frame with a ringing clang. She remained held fast against her spotter for what felt like ages. Something large twitched against her backside wiping her mind blank and cheeks flaring. That wasn't...

“You okay?”

Her head tilted up to see him looming over her. Was he always this big? Did he always make her feel so...small and safe?

“Yeah...guess I'm not ready for plates yet.”

She felt his chest compress as he exhaled, “It's okay. Really good try though.”

Her bottom lip became snared between her teeth, “Wrecker, can we..call it a day?”

The smile he offered her could warm a planet for years, “Yeah, you need a ride home?”

Her heart screamed yes.

The drive back to her apartment was uneventful. A series of turns led them to their silence filled cab as he threw it in park. She broke the silence.

“Well, here we are.”

“Yeah...”

She frowned, his voice missing its brightness, “Hey, if it's about the squats I'm sorry. I...shouldn't go at it that heavy.”

“No, no. I...” He sighed, his hand cradled the back of his neck, “I care about you, mesh'la. Like a lot.”

A wave of heat washed over her face, yet a smile crept across her lips at seeing her gym partner doing whatever he could to avoid her gaze.

“Look, I'm okay if you don't feel the sa-”

He nearly combusted at feeling her soft lips against his cheek. His eyes finally met hers.

“Can you help me bring my things up stairs?”

He nodded snatching up her bag and his keys soon following her up the stairs to her door. The sway of her hips in the confines of her leggings drew his attention once more as she led the way. The turn of a lock later, and they ventured inside. Her bag dropped to the floor carelessly as she nearly pressed her chest to his. She leaned in partially leaving the option for him to back away. A pair of hands abruptly scooped her up raising her to close the distance.

Their lips met setting embers alight in her chest. Her arms encircled his neck as tongues soon entered the fray. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs. Soon they came up for air. Those three words slurred from his lips as if the touch of her lips offered that final ounce of needed courage. Her lips tugged into a warm smile before pressing her lips to his.

“How long?”

He parted, chewing the inside of his cheek, “Uh...a while..”

She chuckled, keeping her arms draped around his shoulders, “and here I thought the new leggings won you over.”

He breathed a soft sigh as his fingers traced the fabric, “They...definitely helped, but you always look amazing.”

Her lips pressed to his in another kiss. This one more desperate and hungry than the last. He swiftly took a seat on the couch bringing her closer into his lap. One hand wandered to the curve of her ass giving a light squeeze the earned him a quiet moan. Tongues entwined once more as soon as her lips parted.

Her hips rocked against his. His length throbbed underneath her begging for more contact. A groan was dredged from deep in his chest as her hand wandered inside his shorts and boxers. Fingers curled around his length with the pad of her thumb spread pre-cum along the head.

A rip echoed in the room shortly followed by a chill. Warmth soon took over as he palmed the globes of her ass in both hands kneading them.

He swore against her neck as he continued his groping. Hips bucking up towards her hand.

“I liked those.”

“I'll get you more, they won't last though.”

Her hand continued the languid strokes of his length, but after a squeeze that left him pulsing in her grasp, he gently tapped her ass.

“Up for a minute, and turn around for me.”

A smirk crept over her before she stood, turning her back to him. Her hands traced along her hips. Her thumbs coaxing the tear along the seam to expand. He was quick to free his hard length and wrap an arm around her waist leading her back to him.

“How do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you're doing stuff like that?”

His hand dove under her waistband, fingers tracing along her slit. The slick along her panties enticed him to pull the obstruction to the side. The hand occupied with his length gave a few strokes as he milked a moan out of her. His fingertip toyed with her clit.

“Need you to sit on it, mesh'la.” He coaxed, only giving a satisfied groan when she reached back to grab his length, angling it through the tear to sheath his length inside as she sat back.

Her back arched as she attempted to keep still. His length offered a stretch straddling the line between pleasure and pain. His fingers continued tight circles along her clit as her walls fluttered around him. She squirmed on top of him milking more groans from him as well as silently begging him to move. His hips soon answered, thrusting upward while his free hand rolled up her top to seize a handful, fingers delivering feather light pinches to contrast his sloppy thrusts.

His lips left a heated path along her neck, “Not go- nnn....gonna last...”

“Wreck...h-harder.”

The fiery coil in her core tightened as his fingers on her clit gaining speed.

“Cum for me, mesh'la.” He whispered against her throat, “please..”

How could she refuse his request?

[lover-of-mine]

Buck moments in rescues that make me go *blushing furiously* *twirling my hair*

[hiphopcherrrypop]

got a fashion photography book so i made them my models ❤👍

ref picsss - these are from 'style on the street from tokyo and beyond' by rei shito ^_^ !!

love the second girls flower tattoos so i wanted to include them.. + i thought they work as being kind of similar to the flowers around finn's tattoo of jake! i do not really think she would wear this LOLL but it's cute and she's my pretty gorgey gorgeous girlfailure so !

and for marshall there were actually several outfits in the book that i wanted to draw him in... so u may see more of him again soon lol....

[maddymoreau]

Grant Turner and I commission by @unusualmuffin-art

[chinelacanta]

dedicated to all the benn enjoyers in the world <3

slightly suggestive benn x shanks below 😳😳😳😳

[starlightseq]

"Oh my God..."

[hwanwooyoung]

swee-wee-wee-weet venom 🩸

[alcazarofthestars]

Read firefly wedding and ngl goto is kinda...

GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET