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yoursweetinoccentdreams · 3 months ago

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"Double Stuffed"

Pairing: Husband!Toji x Pregnant! Reader

type of content: Nsfw- MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Prologue: Toji never thought he deserved peace. But then you came into his life. Now, in the quiet of the night, with your belly carrying his child, he felt something he'd never expected: home.

And for the first time, he was afraid to lose it.

warnings!: Soft dom Toji, possessiveness, praise kink, Daddy kink (if u squint), body worship, pregnancy kink, intamacy, oral (fem receiving implied), morning sex?.

photo made by yunonoai on twt! MINORS DNI!!

It was 4 a.m. when you stirred.

The house was silent—Megumi tucked in his bed down the hall, Tsumiki fast asleep on the fold-out in the guest room with her favorite bunny still clutched in her arms. Everything was still, wrapped in that deep early-morning hush that only existed before the sun rose.

Except Toji.

You felt him first. His body was warm behind you, chest pressed to your back, one hand already curved protectively over the swell of your belly. He’d barely moved, but you knew him well enough to feel the tension in his body—the weight of his stare, the way his breathing had changed.

"Did I wake you, sweetheart?" he murmured, voice low and rough against your neck. He kept his voice quiet, almost reverent, like he didn’t want to risk waking the kids.

You shook your head slowly, still half-asleep. "What time is it?"

"Little after four." His hand stroked over your belly, slow and steady. "Couldn’t sleep."

"You couldn’t sleep," you whispered, turning slightly into him, "or you just couldn’t keep your hands off me?"

You felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest. "Can you blame me, mama? You look too damn good like this."

His hand slipped beneath the shirt you’d borrowed from him—his shirt—and found bare skin. He let his palm rest there, wide and warm against your stomach before trailing down, slow and deliberate. You could feel his cock already hard behind you, pressing against the soft curve of your ass.

"You feel so good, baby," he breathed, kissing the top of your shoulder. "So soft. So warm. My pretty wife, all full of me."

His fingers brushed the waistband of your sleep shorts before sliding underneath, easing between your legs and finding just how wet you already were. You gasped softly as he started to stroke you, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.

"Fuck, sweetheart… already dripping for me," he murmured. "You miss me that much?"

"Toji," you whispered, eyes fluttering shut, breath catching.

He moved behind you, pressing another kiss just beneath your ear. "Shhh. Don’t wake the kids, yeah? Gotta be real quiet for me."

The thrill of it—the darkness, the silence, the whole house asleep—made you even more sensitive. Your hips moved without thinking, grinding into his ghand, soft whimpers caught in your throat.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered. "Wanna taste you, baby. Gonna make you cum before the sun even thinks about rising."

You didn’t answer—just nodded, breathless and eager.

Toji helped you onto your back, nudging your legs open, dragging your shorts down slow so they didn’t make a sound. He knelt between your thighs, eyes roaming over your body like he didn’t know where to touch first.

He kissed the inside of your thigh before murmuring, "You look so fuckin’ pretty like this, mama. All round and glowing, and still this pussy’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever had."

Then he was on you—tongue licking through your folds with broad, warm strokes, fingers spreading you open as he sucked gently on your clit. He moved slow, like he had all morning to worship you, like the taste of you alone could sustain him.

Your hand slid into his hair, your breath shaky. Every moan came out soft and desperate, too scared to echo down the hall. When his fingers slipped inside and curled just right, your legs trembled around his shoulders.

"That’s it," he murmured, pulling back to press a kiss to your inner thigh. "Be good for me. Let me make you feel real nice."

You came hard, clenching around his fingers, your back arching off the bed. He didn’t stop until your body stopped shaking, until he knew he’d pulled every drop of pleasure from you.

Then he climbed back up, dragging his cock along your thigh as he kissed you, deep and possessive.

"You ready for me, mama?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Need you, Toji."

He pushed inside you slow, groaning into your neck as your body stretched to take him.

"Fuck," he grunted. "Still so tight, baby. Even with my kid in you. My perfect fuckin’ girl."

His pace was slow, deep, every thrust hitting that perfect spot as he kept one hand on your belly and the other tangled with yours. His forehead dropped to yours as he moved, eyes locked on yours, lips brushing together between kisses and quiet gasps.

"You’re everything to me," he murmured. "My wife. My girl. My whole damn world."

You clenched around him, and he gritted his teeth, hips stuttering. "Shit—gonna cum, baby. You want it? Want me to fill you up again, yeah?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Please, Toji…"

He groaned your name as he came, hips buried deep as he emptied into you, holding you like he’d never let go.

And when it was over, he didn’t move. He stayed there, bodies tangled, breath slowing, hand stroking your belly in lazy, tender circles.

Toji remained close, his body still pressed to yours as the night stretched on. The soft rise and fall of his chest against your back was the only sound that filled the room, his hand still resting gently on your belly, as if ensuring you were there, as if he could feel your heartbeat beneath his palm.

The house outside was still. The world, at least for now, wsas at peace.

Toji’s voice broke the silence, a murmur against your skin. “I don’t need much, baby. Just this.”

You shifted slightly, turning to meet his eyes, the weight of everything unspoken hanging between you two. He wasn’t a man for words, but in these moments, there was nothing more than the simple closeness he offered—more than what he’d ever known before.

“You’re mine now,” he said, his hand sliding over the curve of your belly, as if staking his claim not just on you, but on the little life growing inside of you. “And I’m not letting go.”

You smiled softly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “I know, Toji.”

And in that moment, it was as though the rest of the world faded away. The dangers, the shadows of his past, everything. It was just the two of you. The man who never thought he’d deserve a home and the woman who’d somehow given him one.

Toji kissed your forehead, his touch gentle, almost reverent. “I love you, mama.”

You closed your eyes, savoring the quiet, the warmth, the simple comfort of being together. For the first time in a long time, you both allowed yourselves to simply be. No expectations, no chaos. Just love. Just the two of you.

And you both knew—this was the life worth fighting for.

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bunnis-monsters · 9 months ago

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cw: dubcon, size difference, belly bulge

Getting trapped in a dark cave had been scary enough WITHOUT the gigantic titanoboa naga staring at you from the entrance.

“Mmm…”

He slithered closer, laying flat on his belly so he could get a good look at you. His tongue flicked out, lapping at your cheek.

You were too terrified to scream or run away, so you stared up at him in terror. Though he was huge, he made no moves to crush or swallow you whole.

“How cute…”

A strange purring sound filled the cave as he flicked his forked tongue out again. His lower half rubbed against the cave ground, and two cocks sprung out of his slit.

He tilted his head, blinking before reaching out pick you up by the back of your shirt. Now, you struggled like your life depended on it.

“N-no, please don’t! Let me go!”

This was it, you were going to be devoured whole! You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the worst…

But instead of being swallowed, you felt something warm and stuck slide between your thighs, rubbing against your soft skin. The naga grunted, his body vibrating with purrs as he moved your back and forth.

When you opened your eyes, your face became hot with embarrassment as you realized the situation you were in.

He was rubbing you against one of his cocks while he pumped the other in his hand. His face was flushed, his cocks leaking precum.

“W-what are you doing!?”

You whined, one of the cocks kept pressing against your panties, his precum soaking through the thin fabric. It was almost shameful how good his cum smelled…

“Getting you ready to breed…”

Your panties were easily ripped off, the very tip of one of his cock rubbing against your hole, tiny compared to the thing he wanted to shove in you.

“Y-you can’t, it won’t fit!”

He nuzzled his head against your face. If he had been any less gentle, he may have broken your neck.

“Doesn’t have to fit…”

With that, he began pushing the very tip in, slowly thrusting it into you. You yelped at the sudden stretch, barely able to fit the tip at all in your small, fat cunt.

“C-can’t!” You blubbered, whining as he continued rubbing and thrusting against you. “Too much!”

But… as the pain began to ease, you started to feel… strange. The smell of his cum, thick and heavy in the air had your pussy drooling. You wanted it, wanted to be bred by both of his cocks.

When he flicked his tongue out to catch your scent again, he made a happy sound, his cocks twitching in excitement. His little mate was enjoying this, you were aroused!

“That’s it, little one… just take it. I’ll fill you up, don’t worry your pretty little head…”

Your belly bulged with his cum as it spurted into your womb, filling you up and making you cream all over the tip of his cock.

He seemed absolutely enamored with how round and soft you were after taking his load, curling up around you and using his soft chest you keep you comfortable.

“Oh, so precious… you’ll give me the cutest little hatchlings, won’t you?”

Earlier that day you had been exploring the jungle with some friends, and now you were mated to the mythical Titanoboa Naga…

Life sure is strange.

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i2sunric · 4 months ago

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𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 (l.hs)

PAIRING: heeseung x reader (f)

SUMMARY: it doesn’t matter if the sex is slow or rough, heeseung always gets you so soaked.

WARNINGS: established relationship, smut, protected sex (we stan), fingering, dirty talking, pet names (baby), squirt, mating press, lazy sex, cum on stomach, making out, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 11th March 2025

WC: 1.8k

TAGLIST: @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries @onlyhyunjin @xcosmi @strawberrhypen @heeheeswifey @jakeflvrz @astratlantis @tunafishyfishylike @branchrkive @insommni4 @kirinaa08 @leiclerc @nxzz-skz @laurradoesloveu @beomluvrr @heeshlove @17ericas @riribelle @cloud-lyy @enhamonsterghoul @star-hoon

a/n: SOooO SoAKED 🗣️‼️reblog to share pls help an author out

The rain outside fell in a steady rhythm, soft against the window, a quiet symphony of the pattering droplets and the distant thunder rolling low in the sky.

The lamp on the nightstand casted a golden glow, stretching shadows across the bed where you laid, pressed close against Heeseung.

His lips moved slowly against yours, lazily, like you have all the time in the world.

There wasno urgency, no roughness, just the unhurried slide of his mouth over yours, the gentle play of his tongue as he kissed you deep and slow.

His hand rested against your hip, thumb tracing idle circles just beneath the hem of your sleeping shorts.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured, voice low. His forehead pressed against yours for a second before he tilted your chin up, kissing you again. “Mhh… baby.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, his heartbeat steady beneath your palm.

You hummed softly against his lips, pressing closer, the slow drag of his fingers against your skin left trails of warmth in their wake.

His hand slipped beneath your shorts, fingers teasing over your bare thigh before dipping higher. He chuckled when you shiver. “Sensitive?”

“A little,” you admitted, blushing.

Heeseung smiled against your mouth before dragging his lips down, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your jawline, down the column of your throat.

His hand moved deliberately, fingertips grazing over your clothed heat before slipping beneath the fabric.

“So wet,” he mutterred, feeling your soaking folds beneath his palm.

his voice was filled with something warm and pleased, like he enjoyed the way your body reacted to him, the way you shifted closer, seeking more. “You always get like this when we kiss for a while.”

You bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut when he finally pressed two fingers against you, slow and careful. “Heeseung…”

“I got you, baby.” His voice was soothing as he pushed two fingers inside, dragging against your walls in a way that made your breath catch.

He didn't move fast, didn't rush; he just eased his fingers in and out, curling them slightly with every stroke.

Your head tilted back against the pillow, lips parted, thighs trembling slightly as warmth pooled deep in your stomach.

His other hand pressed against your hip, grounding you, preventing you from squirming too much.

“Good?” he asked, voice laced with amusement, even as his eyes darkened watching you.

You nodded, barely able to form words with the way his fingers worked you open so effortlessly. “Mhm.”

Heeseung’s lips curved in a satisfied smile before he pressed another kiss against your throat, nipping lightly. He sucked gently at your skin where a hickey was already taking form.

Your breathe grew uneven, little gasps slipping from your lips as he angled his fingers just right, finding that perfect spot inside you.

Your body tensed for a brief moment before melting into his touch, your grip on his shirt tightening.

“Heeseung—”

“I know, baby. Just let go,” he whispered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

The pleasure built, slow and steady, until it was impossible to hold back.

Your back arched slightly as waves of heat crashed over you. Heeseung groaned softly when he felt you clench around his fingers, his movements never stopping, drawing out every bit of your pleasure.

His fingers slid out of you, and he lifted his hand, glancing at the wetness coating his fingers before smirking. “So pretty for me.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Stop.”

But he only laughed, prying your hands away so he could kiss you again, slow and sweet. “Never.”

The sheets were damp with sweat, your skin burned hot beneath his touch, but neither of you pulled away.

Instead, you stayed close, breaths mingling, his lips brushing lazily against yours, as if neither of you were ready for this moment to end.

His fingers still glistened with you, a reminder of how easily he unraveled you.

His eyes flickered with something darker as he watched you, and without breaking his gaze, you reached for his wrist, guiding his hand up.

A smirk played on the corner of his lips. “What are you—”

You didn’t let him finish.

Instead, you took his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself off his skin, letting your tongue flick over the pads of his fingertips, sucking lightly.

Heeseung took in a sharp breath, his body tensing as his jaw tightened.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice rough with something raw. “You really like driving me crazy, huh?”

You hummed around his fingers, letting them slip from your lips with a quiet pop before you reached for his jaw, pulling him into another kiss.

This one wasn’t slow or teasing; it was desperate, almost messy, filled with the heat simmering between you.

His hands roamed your body, rougher now, gripping at your waist, your hips, sliding down to your ass and squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.

His thigh pressed between yours, and that was when you felt him— hot and hard, straining against his sweats as he ground against you.

“Heeseung.” you whispered, voice laced with need.

His breath was uneven as he pressed his forehead against yours, gripping your hips tighter, grinding against you just enough to make you shudder. “I need you,” he sighed, “Right now, so fucking much.”

There was no hesitation as he reached for your shorts, slipping them down your thighs along with your panties. You helped him, wiggling out of them as quickly as you could, and Heeseung wasted no time tossing them aside.

His hands slid up your thighs, parting them slowly as he took in the sight of you, his gaze hungry.

“So pretty,” he murmured against your skin. “So perfect.”

You bit your lip, watching as he tugged his sweats down, just enough to free himself. He was hard, thick and flushed, his tip leaking just slightly as he wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly.

You swallowed, thighs shifting restlessly “Hee… hurry.”

His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and he smirked before reaching for a condom in the drawer.

He ripped it open with his teeth, rolling it on with practiced ease, and then he was pressing forward, positioning himself between your legs.

You tilted your hips up, opening yourself to him, letting him guide himself against your entrance.

“Tell me you want this,” he said “I do,” you breathed, “I want you.”

That was all it took.

Heeseung pushed in slowly, stretching you open, groaning at the way you gripped him so tightly.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you adjusted, legs trembling slightly, but the slow burn quickly turned into pleasure.

“You take me so well,” he whisperec “So fucking tight.”

You whimpered, tilting your head back as he bottomed out completely, his body pressed flush against yours.

Heeseung gripped your thighs, pushing them up until your knees nearly touched your chest, folding your body into a perfect mating press.

The new angle made you gasp, the way he was buried so deep inside you sending a shiver through your entire body.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, staring down at you with blown-out eyes. “You feel so good.”

“Mh— Hee,” you sighed “S’good.” nails scraping lightly against his back as he started to move— slow at first, letting you adjust, then picking up a steady rhythm, rocking into you with deep, precise thrusts.

Each movement sent sparks of pleasure through your body, your breath hitching with every stroke.

The wet sounds of your bodies moving together filled the air, along with the low groans slipping from Heeseung’s lips, the quiet, breathless moans you couldn't suppress. He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, filling you so completely it leaves you breathless.

“Look at you,” he cooed, his voice thick with adoration and lust. “Taking me so well, my perfect girl.”

Your legs shook in his grip, pleasure curling deep in your stomach, building and building until you were on the verge of breaking apart.

Heeseung felt it, the way your walls fluttered around him, the way your body trembled.

“M’so close.” He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his thrusts turning erratic.

“Cum for me, baby,” he pleaded,. “Let me feel you.”

You couldn’t hold back.

With a sharp cry, your body seized, pleasure crashing over you in waves, leaving you gasping, trembling beneath him.

The overwhelming sensation took over, and before you could stop it, a sudden gush of wetness escaped you, soaking the sheets beneath.

Heeseung stilled, “Holy shit,” he muttered, his eyes flicking down to where your bodies meet, taking in the mess you had just made. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

Your face burned with embarrassment, but Heeseung didn’t give you a chance to feel shy about it.

He kissed you deeply, thrusting into you a few more times before pulling out quickly.

He barely managed to roll the condom down in time, jerking himself through the last few strokes before spilling hot and thick across your stomach.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

The only sound is your combined breathing, the steady rhythm of the rain outside.

Then, Heeseung let out a low chuckle, his hands smoothed over your thighs before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“You okay?” he questioned gently.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “Yeah.”

Heeseung hummed, reaching for the tissues by the nightstand to clean you up.

He wiped you down with careful hands, murmuring little apologies when you twitched from the sensitivity.

Then, when he was done, he tossed the tissues aside and pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder.

You sighed into him, nuzzling against his chest, your body still humming with the afterglow.

Heeseung caressed your back, his lips trailing soft kisses along your collarbone, your jaw, your lips, gentle and unhurried.

“I like this,” you mumbled sleepily.

Heeseung smiled against your skin. “Yeah?”

You nodned, curling closer. “Mhm… being with you like this.”

His hold tightened slightly, his warmth surrounding you. “Me too, baby.”

He pressed another slow, lingering kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. “Me too.”

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vultursvolans · 5 months ago

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— ☆ contents: dealing with dragon!form zhongli who possesses cat-like behaviours. human reader. dragon husband. sfw. fluff. established relationship. might be a little ooc. this is very unserious. 0.6k. | masterlist (i’m a dark content blog so mdni).

Dragon!Zhongli who acts much like an affectionate housecat despite his towering size and the magnitude of his status.

He, who is so comfortable around his human partner that he isn't afraid to bear his dragon form day-to-day, lest his cat-like behaviours (endearing as they are) go unnoticed.

Every time you run your fingers through the silk of his dark locks or scratch at the base of his horns, that's when it starts. A deep, soothing vibration beneath his scaled chest. The low rumble is almost hypnotic as his amber eyes drift closed, lulling him (and yourself) into a state of ease. If you remain watchful, you'll catch the corners of his lips curl ever-so-slightly upwards.

You can’t help but giggle because you know it’s not quite purring, but it might as well be.

Dragon!Zhongli whose tail is as much part of his personality as his deep voice and eloquent spiels. First and foremost, that thing is unapologetically heavy. When he’s in a good mood, it swishes around lazily, thumping against the furniture or brushing against your legs as he walks by.

Once it knocked over an entire stack of books and while you were busy laughing, he just sighed and said, “An unfortunate accident.” But if he’s feeling especially affectionate? Even worse. That's when you really have to watch out. It possessively curls around you and suddenly you’re dealing with the weight of a solid tail pulling you closer to him. You’ve almost toppled over a few times because of it.

“Careful, Zhongli,” you’ll tell him. “You might end up sweeping me off my feet.” Then he chuckles at you, tail tightening around your waist just a smidge.

That’s the idea, of course.

Dragon!Zhongli who feigns annoyance every time you act on your favourite habit: lifting his lips to inspect his fangs.

They’re a far cry from the tiny, delicate teeth of a cat, which is the only other creature you’ve subjected to this odd little inspection but that makes them even more fascinating.

"Must you do this every time?" he asks, lips pulling back just enough for you to admire them. They were sharp, pristine, and unsettlingly perfect. Enough to crack a bone with a single snap of his jaw but it was the same mouth he kissed you with. You never got used it.

"I'm lucky you’ve never nicked me with these," you’ll tease, brushing your finger along the largest fang.

Zhongli's responses are always the same: a long exhale as if you've just asked him to recite every contract he's ever known (which he could btw), followed by, “You’re enamoured with the oddest things.” But he lets you do it anyway. His words begin lose a bit of their weight when his tail slowly starts swaying behind him, exposing that he’s enjoying it more than he lets on.

And no one will ever believe you when you tell them how he is when he's feeling playful. It's a rarity but he'll nudge you gently with his horns as a display of affection and if you don't respond right away, he'll flick his tail at you. Not hard but enough for you to look his way.

Pay attention to me, it seems to say.

It’s mischievous, even if for a moment. Then you’ll catch a glint in his eye while he pretends to be all composed, but truly, he finds it amusing how he easily this form could be used as a weapon against you when he warrants his own needs.

The mighty dragon, who can command the earth itself, is stripped of his grandeur when you're around, replaced by a creature who wants nothing more than to be with you in the simplest way. And if you mention it, he’ll give you that look of half exasperation and half fondness before pulling you closer and acting like it’s purely your fault he’s such a softie with you.

a/n: if it wasn’t obvious already, i am a cat person (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

#✧ vultursvolans #divider: adornedwithlight #i’m going through a writing drought so i’m posting my mediocre drafts i’m so sorry #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #morax x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #morax x you #dragon zhongli #cw hybrids #dragon lover #gi x reader #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles #rex lapis

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mellowswriting · 1 month ago

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until it takes (domestic!Javi)

pairing || Javier Peña x f!Reader

word count || 3.2k

summary || a lazy morning with your husband quickly devolves into something more

content || **SMUT** breeding kink, housewife kink, praise, p in v sex, Javier "Obsessed with my wife" Peña, he's a little weird and obsessive but we love him

a/n || ...no one look at me LMAO dusting off the blog with a good old fashioned husband!Javi smut fest. looking forward to branching out into a new fandom soon 👀 love you bunches

Main Masterlist | Javier Masterlist | Library Blog

It's the soft press of lips against the back of your neck that pulls you from sleep.

You can't help the displeased groan you give in response. It doesn't deter him. He just chuckles, low and raspy with sleepiness as he trails kisses up the ridges of your spine, along the curve of your shoulder. The pieces come to you slowly, trickling in as sleep finally begins to wane. His chest is pressed firmly against your back, his thigh pressing between your own. His arm locked around your waist, an eager hand tracing along your ribs. There isn’t an inch of your skin that doesn’t feel his presence.

You don’t bother trying to resist when he pulls you onto your back with practiced ease. This is a dance you’ve done too many times to count. He’s early to rise and impatient to wake you every morning without fail. Your eyes flutter open, squinting against the sunrise despite its softness. It’s early - too early. Your fingers tangle in his mess of curls and you let your eyes close, if only to block out the offending light. You’re all too content to lie there basking in the warmth of the sun and the curiosity that follows his wandering touch. His kisses trail aimlessly wherever he pleases; along your cheeks, over your fluttering eyelashes, to the tip of your nose. By the time he finally captures your lips, you’re drifting in that soft space somewhere between sleep and consciousness.

“Good morning,” Javier murmurs. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Too early,” You sigh in response, not bothering to open your eyes.

“Let me make it up to you.”

Javier moves to settle over you and you make space for him without thought, your thighs spread around his own. You blink up at him with a sleepy smile on your face. You’ve always loved how he looks fresh from sleep. Mussed and messy, his curls sticking up every which way. His touch is slow and meandering, content to simply feel you beneath his palms. He looks at you with such reverence, such intense focus - it feels like you hold the center of his universe in the palm of your hands.

You’ve never been able to resist him. Javier hums a pleased little sound when you pull him closer for another kiss. His hands are hot and insistent, slipping up your shirt - his shirt - until there’s nowhere else for it to go but off. Your underwear is quick to follow under his eager hands, tugged down your thighs and tossed to the floor. He’s just so easy to get lost in. His kisses become more persistent, tinged with a hunger you recognize all too well. Heat blossoms beneath your skin, spreading with every beat of your heart.

Your thighs tighten around his waist, hips arching up to grind against the bulge of his cock still trapped in his briefs. The friction of the soft cotton, the sweet little sound it pulls from your lips, only spurs him on. A low moan leaves him as he dips down to drag his teeth along the column of your throat.

Your nails find purchase in the taut muscle of his shoulders. Javier presses you into the mattress, hips rolling down against you in long, languid strokes. It’s impossible to think straight, impossible to make a decision; part of you wants to beg him to rip through the thin piece of fabric that separates you and fuck you until you can’t breathe. But this feels so good - just two impulsive, eager bodies desperate to feel every inch of one another. You press your head back into the pillows as his lips press against your nipple, his warm mouth engulfing the sensitive bud.

In this moment, the only thing that exists in this world is him - his tongue, his hands, the relentless grinding of his clothed cock against your cunt. It’s only this moment lost in the shimmer of an early morning usually spent stealing kisses before he slips out the door to work. A flicker of clarity breaks through the cloud of desire, some echo of responsibility drawing to the forefront of your mind.

“Wait -” You sigh. Javier doesn’t pause, all too caught up in lavishing your breasts with attention. You tug at the curls at the back of his neck. “Javi, wait! Don’t you have work?”

Javier just shakes his head before flicking his tongue against your nipple. Fucking tease. “Called out.”

“Why?” You ask through a breathless laugh.

“Oh, amor,” He gives you that cocky grin you adore. “We have plans, remember?”

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. There are no appointments today, no huge tasks that demand an entire day away from the office. You tick through the running list of to-dos stuck to the refrigerator - donate old clothes, clean out the eaves, find a contractor for the bathroom renovation, finally tackle the spring cleaning you’ve been putting off for weeks. Nothing important enough to pull him away from work for an entire day.

“Alright, you’ve got me.” You concede. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“My wife wants a baby.” He states matter-of-factly. You blink at him with wide eyes, your lips parted in surprise. Heat flushes up your chest and settles in your cheeks at a low simmer. Your heart feels like it might beat right out of your chest. He grabs your chin and kisses you soft and short before words can find you. His voice is gentle when he continues. “And what my wife wants, she gets.”

All you can muster is a whisper of his name, your tone somewhere between surprise and awe. You’ve known how ready he was since the moment you nervously broached the topic a few months ago. He could barely bite back the grin on his face when he cradled your face in his hands and reminded you of the promise he made on your wedding night. That you would want for nothing, that he would put the world at your fingertips without a second thought. All you had to do was ask.

“Been tracking your cycle.” He confesses. Anticipation curls into a tight knot in your belly at the glint in his dark eyes - bright with hunger but steadfast in his resolve. “Took the whole week off just for this.”

“You’re insane.” The teasing tone falls flat in the face of your desire. His fingertips glide along your sex, humming a pleased sound at how wet you already are.

“Not insane.” There’s no missing the pride that clings to his words. He slips one finger inside of you, quickly followed by another, and curls them upward into that spot he knows so well. You can’t help the whine that leaves you as he slowly rubs your g-spot with that stupid grin playing at his lips. “Just a man who keeps his promises.”

He leans back slightly, just enough to watch your cunt pulse around his fingers with every little movement. There’s no hesitation in his touch - just well-rehearsed thrusts that unravel your very being from the moment he sets his pace. Your hips buck into his hand when his thumb rubs against your clit. You sigh his name, all pitched and breathy, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate at the sound.

“Yeah, that’s right,” He coos, a tinge of pointed self-satisfaction creeping into his voice. It would drive you insane if it were unearned, but the pleasure building low in your belly proves him right. You can’t help but rock down into his touch. “Just achin’ for it, aren’t you?”

It isn’t fair for him to expect an answer when every crook of his fingers drags you further into that abyss of mindless pleasure - but he isn’t exactly known for being fair.

“Gotta use your words,” He tuts at you. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Your lips part, a plea at the tip of your tongue - and his fingers move faster, zeroing in on that sensitive spot that replaces any conscious words with a sharp cry. Your back arches on instinct as a molten-hot spike of pleasure pulses through your body.

“Don’t tease,” You whine, unashamed of the desperation that drips from every syllable. “I need you, Javi. Please.”

It is unrepentant need that has you pawing at the waistband of his briefs until he helps you tug them down, stretched taut around his muscled thighs. Your teeth sink into your lower lip at the sight of his cock hanging heavy, so close to where you need it. There’s no resisting the temptation; your hand wraps around his cock and you revel in the feeling. The weight, the heat that emanates from him. So thick that your fingertips can’t touch. The first stroke of your fingers draws a low moan from your husband, his resolve already crumbling under your touch. You stroke him slowly, finally meeting his heavy gaze again.

“I want you to put a baby in me.”

His fingers slow to a crawl inside you. His eyes slip closed as he draws in a long breath, only fluttering open again once he exhales. There’s a look that crosses his face, an intensity that you’ve come to know so well. A shiver slips down your spine and settles low in your belly. He usually revels in dragging honeyed pleas from your lips, in toying with you until you really beg. But this morning, with the intention that hangs thick in the air, those words are all it takes to snap the tenuous hold on his self control.

You’re left achingly empty as his fingers slip away. Javier makes quick work of his last scrap of clothing, his briefs disappearing into the abyss with your own clothes. His cock slides along your dripping pussy with a slow, methodical roll of his hips. He lets out a quiet fuck as he feels you clench around nothing, your body enticing him back where he belongs.

Your breath catches in your throat when the blunt head of his cock presses inside you. The stretch always catches you off guard, but this is different, more intense. Maybe you’re too used to an orgasm or three before he finally fucks you. Maybe it’s the knowledge of the claim he’s laying to your body, to your soul. He sinks into you in one slow, devastatingly deep roll of his hips, and you swear you can feel him in your stomach. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to keep him there, to pull him impossibly deeper.

All you can do is squirm beneath him, whimpering his name in a plea for something, anything. The sight he makes only fuels the need burning through your veins. Javier’s eyes are closed, his lips parted to let short, rushed breaths escape him. His hands squeeze at your waist where he pins you to the bed, a pointed attempt to ground himself.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” His voice is rough, rumbling through his chest like a low roll of thunder. He all but collapses into you, one hand haphazardly braced beside your head as he gives in to that obsessive need to be as close to you as possible. The change in angle presses his cock snugly against your cervix and sends that dull ache of pleasure-pain rocking through your body. Your nails bite into his shoulders where you cling to him, drawing him in until his nose brushes yours. “Feels so fuckin’… God, you’re so good for me. My pretty little wife.”

Javier tries to be still above you. He tries to let you catch your breath and adjust to the sudden fullness. He really does. Each breath ghosts across your skin in a staccato beat, followed by the soft melody of unsteady sounds on every exhale. His hips rock forward on their own volition - he’s barely even grinding against you, but it’s enough to have you both drawing in a sharp breath. He curses under his breath as if chastising himself, but he can’t stop. The slightest movement allows him to grind against your clit, coaxing the flames of your desire into a wildfire that burns through your core.

It doesn’t help that you can’t stop touching him; your hands trail up the planes of his back, over his ribs, along his collarbone. Touching, caressing, scoring little marks into his skin with your nails. It’s all too much. Your fingertips trace a line along his jaw before finally curling in his hair and pulling him into a kiss. Javier moans against your lips, his tongue immediately seeking out the heat of your mouth. He pulls out slowly before burying every inch back inside you. Testing, careful. Barely restrained. Your hips roll into his with his next too-slow, too-gentle thrust, and he practically whines. He takes it for the permission that it is, and that first real thrust sends you spiraling.

The kiss breaks with a sound so uninhibited and raw that you barely recognize it coming from your lips. Your grip wrenches tighter in his hair and that sharp pinprick pain only spurs him on. Javier presses his forehead against yours, sharing your breath as he buries his cock as deep as your body will take him. Everything about it is devastating - the pressure against your clit, the unrelenting pace, the overwhelming fullness. And all you can do is take it, caged against the bed you share.

There isn’t anywhere in the world you would rather be.

You press a kiss to his lips before whispering against them, “I love you.”

He chases your lips with an achingly needy sound, high in his throat, like nothing you’ve ever heard from him before. He whispers it back like a plea. I love you. I love you, baby. More than anything. The sincerity pours from him with every word, bleeds into desperation in how he fucks you. It takes every ounce of conscious thought to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. Pleasure hitches in your belly, wavering on that fine line of devastation.

“‘M close,” You barely manage to gasp the words out.

Javier pushes himself up just enough to see the aftermath of all his hard work. And if you thought he looked like a dream before, this must be heaven. He must have finally fucked you into an early grave because - holy fuck. He gazes down at you with wide eyes, the beautiful brown of his irises consumed by his blown-out pupils. The look he gives you is hungry but reverent - as if he can’t believe you’re here, you’re his, and he can never get enough.

“Fuck. Fuck, baby you’re so -” His rambling breaks apart with a wounded sound. “- fuckin’ perfect. Made for me.”

You’re so consumed by the heat threatening to boil over that you don’t realize his hand has slipped between your thighs until the rough pad of his thumb swipes against your clit - and you’re gone. That coil finally snaps and your back arches so violently that his pace falters. You can feel his gaze burning into you, eager to capture every millisecond of your pleasure. Sear each detail into his brain. You can barely make out his raw groan, the low murmuring of his praise. Fuck, that’s it, baby. That’s my girl.

His hand flies to your hip, fingertips indenting your skin so hard you know they’ll bruise. The grip tightens and forces you down, and it's only then that you realize you’re writhing beneath him, begging with barely intelligible pleas. A faltering groan rips through his chest as he stills inside you, and the warmth that spreads through your core feels like nirvana.

Every other sense goes hazy as the heat coursing through you lowers to a simmer. Your eyes feel too heavy to focus. Your ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton. But you can feel him as Javier melts into you. You can feel his panting breaths where his face is tucked into your neck, cooling the sweat that clings to your skin. You can feel the rise and fall of your chest against his. You can feel the ache in your thighs, still pressed wide around his waist. You can feel his cock slowly softening inside of you, still twitching in a valiant effort to get hard again. All you can do is feel - as if every synapse in your brain can only focus on this while your consciousness slowly reboots.

It isn’t until you shiver that Javier finally moves. The man runs hotter than a furnace, so your air conditioning works overtime to keep the house at a pleasantly cool temperature. But the slide of cold air against your bare skin is almost too much, too stimulating after it all. He shifts off of you with a grunt, shushing your displeased whine at the loss of his heat. Two fingers tap your hip. You crack one eye open to find him kneeling next to you, pillow in hand.

“Lift.” He murmurs.

A teasing smile twitches at the corner of your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

You do it anyway.

“Well, you’re the one who married me, so I think that says more about you than me.” He teases right back. He shoves the pillow beneath your hips, a slight frown on his face as he adjusts it to his satisfaction. So concentrated, intent to get it right down to the most minute detail. He tugs a blanket over you both and settles in next to you with a heavy arm thrown over your belly to keep you close. His nose nudges your temple and he sighs, sounding so content that you fall for him all over again.

A yawn takes you by surprise. “‘M tired, Javi.”

“Mmm, I bet.” He presses a kiss just below your ear. “Take a nap, baby. Gonna need all the rest you can get.”

You don’t remember falling asleep. There’s nothing in between the hazy memory of Javier burying his face in your neck and the growl of your stomach that wakes you. Every cell in your body thrums with an exhausted kind of satisfaction despite the protest of your empty stomach. Javier is still pressed against you, hasn’t moved an inch aside from the leg he’s hooked with yours. You let yourself savor his weight, his body heat, the steady rhythm of his breathing - until the hunger pangs get too annoying and you have no choice but to extricate yourself from his long limbs. It’s a slow process in your efforts not to wake him.

Your foot has just brushed the floor when Javier’s arms lock around your waist and he drags you back into the sheets.

“Wh- Javi!” You wiggle around in his grasp in a half-hearted attempt to free yourself. You only stop when he nips at your shoulder, his sharp canines digging into your skin. “Ah, stop it!

“I’ll get it,” He grumbles as he kisses over the mark he left. “Whatever you want, I’ll get it. I’m not letting you out of this bed today.”

“Oh?” You tease. “And how long do you plan on holding me hostage, Mr. Peña?”

His hand smooths down your belly, palm pressed low between your hips. “Until it takes.”

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 | Joel Miller x reader

summary | You end up in the backseat of Joel's car, for a few reasons.

author's note | a sequel to drive. sorry the insistent posting, a girl's head is full of words and ideas and they gotta go somewhere. unbeta'd but i went through this five times, i pray there's no typos.

content warning | 18+ MDNI, no outbreak au, girthy age gap (early 20s, late 50s), car troubles, silent yearning, internal conflict, still sad hot grieving dads gone wild, is this real love or a mid-life crisis, teasing, daddy kink, degradation, unprotected piv, eating from the back, the slightest hint of ass play, all of this is definitely bad for his knees, joel is a gentleman first always

word count — 5k

Joel hands you the keys to his car without a single hesitation.

Your eyes widen, still rousing from your sound sleep in an unfamiliar home, an unconventional way to spend your night as you’re standing in front of the man who made you come without a single touch on his behalf.

The shame never surfaces, replaced with a strong surge of confidence.

“Are you sure?”

“Can you drive stick?”

You nod, closing your fingers around the keys placed in your palm.

“I’m sure,” he responds with ease, hair wet from a fresh shower and combed back, dressed in a fresh set of clothes while you’re still stuck in your clothes from the night prior.

You would be lying if you said it didn’t give you a distinct feeling of exhilaration, shaking with a subtle excitement as he follows you closely to his car, slightly hesitant as you adjust yourself in the driver’s side until you’re comfortable, his hand curling around the open window to close the door.

With the early drive, it was clear open roads and the quiet hum of nature, and Joel’s wordless encouragement to enjoy yourself, only driving recklessly enough that it makes your heart race for a moment before you’re reminding yourself that it isn’t your car—as fun as the joy ride is.

“How often do you let strangers drive your car?” you ask as your drive has tripped over the halfway mark and transitioned into more busy streets.

“Strangers? Never,” he tells you, “Pretty girl like you? Also never…well, ‘til now.”

“Careful,” you warn him playfully, patting the steering wheel gently, “I might come back for her,”

“Just her?” There’s a hint of something unrecognizable in his tone, not able to put your finger on it, but you turn to him briefly, a kind smile on your face, utterly relaxed.

“Just her,” you jest, hardly meaning the words, knowing the chances of ever seeing Joel again were slim to none and frankly, you were settled with that fact.

He’d given you a night, healed what had been ruined, and didn’t judge you once.

Joel would be a fond memory, though one you would revisit often.

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You're engrossingly aware of the watchful eyes as the engine roars into the parking lot of your dorms, slowly and simmering to a low roar as you turn off the ignition and pass the keys into his waiting hand before you reach for the handle, a noise of disapproval coming from Joel’s throat.

You bite your lip to subdue the smile as he exits the car and swiftly jogs to your side, opening the door and lending a hand to help you out, Joel nods politely as you laugh despite your efforts.

“Somethin’ funny?” he asks curiously, leaning gently against the open door.

“It’s just, so…gentlemanly,” And nothing you were used to, always settling for less—it wasn’t what you deserved, you knew that, but your pickings were slim and frankly, it sucked, “—I’m being rude, sorry—thank you.”

Joel goes silent for a moment, his gaze watchful as you shift from foot to foot and adjust your bag and wrinkled clothes, meeting his eyes briefly again with a smile that breathes nervousness.

How the hell was he supposed to admit he wanted more of you?

Fuck it, he was going for it.

“I’m picking you up next weekend,” Joel asserts, your eyes widening with genuine curiosity.

“I’m–oh—okay?” you agree like it was instinct, “I guess I can shift around some plans?”

Not that you had any.

“Perfect,” His charm is unmatched and your initial reaction is to laugh, mostly out of disbelief but there’s a hint of joy in your face as you look at him, “I’m gonna kiss you now, alright?”

You clear your throat habitually and nod, a shaky jerk of your head as the entire world fades away, his palm curving around the side of your neck as he leans into you, a gentle press of your lips.

It was respectful, quick, the moment leaving you before you can even recollect it was happening, eagerly chasing his lips as he parts from you.

“So, now you touch me?”

Joel chuckles lowly, feeling his lips brush yours as he nods.

“S’not how I wanna, but I’ll settle.” The words make you want to melt away, “Next weekend, Saturday. Six in the evenin’, I’ll be waiting here.”

"Six in the evening," you repeat, the words tasting sweet on your lips where Joel’s had just been, laying your words on thick as your fingers drag down his chest. "Is that all, daddy?"

Joel makes a noise, unintelligible but his eyebrow twitches in amusement.

“Cut the shit,” he warns, his thumb and pointer finger rubbing over the tip of your chin as he taps it admonishingly, “Can you give me your number?”

Caught up in the moment, you had nearly forgotten.

“Fuck—yeah, I guess that is a good idea, isn’t it?”

A quick exchange and Joel is on his way, disappearing from view and leaving you with the nothing but wistful feelings inside and judgemental eyes at your back.

And the week crawls by, each day stretching into eternity as Saturday approaches.

You find yourself checking your phone more than usual, a small smile forming whenever Joel's name appears on your screen with some mundane question or comment that somehow feels significant.

As easy as asking how your day was or the wish of a hopeful good one, filling a void that you didn’t realize you were missing, waking up with the expectant text and falling asleep with the promise of hearing from him the next morning.

It’s not supposed to feel this way, especially not with a man like Joel.

He’s troubled, clearly clouded by life. Older, wiser, more experienced.

This was undoubtedly a mid-life crisis, but you couldn’t even feel offended.

It felt fucking amazing, the obvious need in his eyes as he watched your fingers play between your legs, how lustful he looked—it was bound to drive you insane if you let it.

Saturday finally arrives, and you spend an embarrassing amount of time deciding what to wear.

You wanted something casual but alluring, something that says you didn't try too hard. It was the same giddiness that approached with any first date you had, hopeful despite the amount of times you’ve been disappointed. You settle on an outfit that feels right against your skin, something that gives you confidence. And truthfully, easily accessible.

If there was one thing for certain, you were determined to get his hands on you.

Joel arrives two minutes before the hour, hearing him halfway down the block and biting away the amused expression as he pulls to a stop at the stairs that led up to your dorm building, windows rolled down and watching as he reached over the console to open your door from inside, the force of his fingers pushing it open as you quickly take a seat, his arm leaning over your lap to yank the door closed, smelling of a subtle cologne, familiar to the first night you had met him.

"Hi," you say, a little breathless despite your attempt to seem casual.

His eyes catch yours, and there's that smile again—the one that makes your stomach flutter in a way that's both thrilling and terrifying. It's the kind of smile that makes you feel seen, genuinely, rather than the men who look straight through you.

"Hi yourself," Joel replies, his voice low and warm. He doesn't immediately pull away from the car door, his proximity making the small space between you pulsate with tension, "You look nice."

As he shifts the car into drive, his forearm flexes, and you catch yourself staring at the veins mapped beneath his skin, wondering how they'd feel under your fingertips.

The thought sends heat crawling up your neck, aware of his eyes as they trade between the road and you, exploring the exposed skin of your neck and thighs, hands tucked between your legs for warmth but the edges of your skirt rolling up your thigh, looking enticingly indecent.

Joel would get through this date before touching you if it killed him.

But, even you can feel his resolve weakening with each passing minute.

It was unfinished business.

“So, where are you taking me?” you ask curiously, talking gently over the low hum of the radio as he reaches for the dial to lower the volume at the sound of your voice, “Or was this just a ruse to get me alone again?”

Your tongue catches between your teeth in a delicious smirk that makes his insides stir, shaking his head as he neck strains with the turn of his head, your chest presses against the pressure of the seatbelt as you shift in your seat, spreading your legs apart to sit straight, hands curling over the edge of the leather.

The long, winding road you were going down felt like it was stretching on for an eternity, blanketed by trees and overgrown foliage, lit by the headlights of Joel’s car and the quickly setting sun, casting an ominous shadow of his features as he finally chuckles, relieving the tension.

“Those boys never treat you right, do they?” He can see how they’ve tainted your perspective, settling for whatever satiated the moment, even if the sex was lousy and the food was cheap.

“All a girl wants is a nice meal and an orgasm, is that too much to ask for?”

The words flow so innocently Joel has to grip the steering wheel to resist the urge to slide his hand between your thighs and discover just how bad that want is.

As you come around the bend, there’s a strange rattle to the engine that catches both of your attention and a look of disdain and annoyance on Joel's face as he regrettably pulls off to the side of the road.

“She’s out to get me,” Joel swears, the car stalling as he safely pulls off into a shaded area.

“Does this happen a lot?” You ask, feeling a tinge of disappointment at the date going ary, knowing it would be just your luck.

“Only when it’s an inconvenience it feels like,” Joel admits, “S’probably an easy fix, though. Pop the hood for me, sweetheart?”

Joel exits the car and heads toward the trunk, grabbing a few supplies as you reach over the driver’s side and pull the lever, leaving him to catch the sight of your ass in the air as you peer over your shoulder, receiving a dangerous look of warning before he laughs.

“Can I help at all?” You ask innocently, suddenly appearing to pop your head out of the passenger window as he peers around at the sound of your voice.

“You like gettin’ dirty?” Joel asks, not inclined to order you to stay in the car if you were genuinely eager to lend a hand, responding with an enthusiastic nod that has plenty of unaddressed double meanings, not enough time to address them at the moment.

"I'm not afraid of a little grease," you say, stepping out of the car.

The evening air is cool against your skin, a welcome relief from the car's stuffy interior.

Joel's already got the hood propped open, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. You find yourself studying the way his hands move with practiced confidence over the engine, the slight furrow of concentration in his brow. It was all so natural.

"Hand me that wrench?" he asks, pointing to the small toolbox he's placed on the ground.

You crouch beside it, fingers hovering over several tools, fidgeting until you find the correct tool and stand to hand it over, replacing it with the flashlight he offered silently.

“Oh, such a prestigious honor,” you say jokingly, clicking the flashlight with your thumb as you smirk, shining the light over the spot his hands were working at.

“Just hold it steady,” he orders casually, surveying the area until he finds the culprit, or at least what he thinks it could be.

“Yes, sir,” you agree playfully, body pressing against his own purposefully as you invade his space.

Unphased, he effortlessly removes the spark plugs and gives them a quick wipe down with a rag, only appeasing the car enough for the night—hopefully, at least.

He silently reaches for the flashlight and trades the appropriate tool and spark plug into your hand, waiting expectantly with watchful eyes. You hesitate, turning the spark plug over in your palm. It's heavier than it looks, coated in a film of oil that makes your fingers slick.

"You want me to...?" your voice trails off, uncertainty creeping in.

"Put it back where it belongs," Joel says, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. "Don't worry, can't mess it up too bad with me watchin' you."

His confidence is contagious.

You lean in, the scent of motor oil and his subtle cologne mingling in a strangely intoxicating way. Your hands aren't as steady as his, but you manage to position the spark plug correctly, glancing up for approval. It shouldn’t surprise you that his eyes have trailed, the skirt showing a peek of your ass as your bare thighs pressed against the cool metal of his front bumper.

"Now twist it in, gentle but firm," he instructs, his voice dropping lower, eyes locked on the site of your soft thighs and the peek of your panties and your carelessness that you were exposing yourself to him currently, dutiful to your destined task at hand, working through the motion with ease as his voice comes through again, “yeah—just like that, sweetheart.”

"Like this?" you ask, voice deliberately innocent as you twist the spark plug into place, making sure your movements are slow and deliberate. The position is awkward, forcing you to bend further over the engine, your skirt riding up another dangerous inch, shirt following as he glances at the peek of your spine and curses under his breath, gripping a flashlight that was no longer pointed at the engine.

Joel clears his throat, stepping closer under the pretense of supervision.

Your fingers work the spark plug into place with growing confidence, twisting until you feel the satisfying resistance of a proper fit.

"There," you announce, unable to keep the pride from your voice. "How'd I do?"

Your smile is beaming as Joel shuts the hood, peering up at his pensive face as you hear the sound of metal against metal as the flashlight rests against the car, his hand smoothing over your backside to fix your skirt back into place, tongue poking at the inside of your cheek with the gesture.

He was touching you and he hadn’t fully realized it or that he’d broken his own rule.

You don’t dare speak, afraid he might recoil.

"Perfect," he says, his hand lingering just a moment too long against the fabric of your skirt, like he’s trying to convince himself to let you go, "You're a natural."

The compliment heats your skin, though you know it's just a spark plug—nothing complicated.

Still, there's something about the approval in his eyes that makes your stomach flutter.

Aside from that, the feeling of the grease on your fingers is slightly unpleasant, something that Joel notices in your face as he nods toward the backseat, “I’ve got a clean rag in the back, go on and grab it while I start ‘er up,”

You nod and follow his order, hearing the tell-tale roar of the engine and noise of delight from Joel as you lean into the backseat and search the seat for the fabric before coming up blank, squinting to search the dark floorboard as you hand slips, tumbling down with a yelp as Joel is quick to turn the car off, pushing out of the driver’s side and suddenly his hands are at your hips, his knee fitting in beside your thigh as he pulls you back, unable to hold back the laugh at your own clumsiness.

Another touch, the feeling of him crowding behind you sends your mind reeling.

“I can’t fucking find it,” you say with a dramatic sigh, pushing back against his groin from where you’re crouched, acting completely innocent as you blindly pat around for the rag, “Joel, do you see it?”

His hands tighten at your hips, a moment of tension settling between you as your body pressed against his. The innocent search for a rag suddenly feels like anything but—his fingertips are against your hips, squeezing into the flesh and you’re feeling particularly coy.

"It's, uh..." Joel clears his throat, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that makes your skin prickle with awareness. His hands are warm, one reaching past you to feel on the floor for the fabric, "should be right there under the seat."

You feel him shift behind you, the hard press of denim against the back of your thighs as he stretches to retrieve the rag, fumbling until his fingers catch. The car suddenly feels impossibly small, the air thick with something unspoken.

"Got it," he murmurs, but he doesn't immediately move away.

Sure enough, the blue fabric contracts brightly in the dark, resting in his palm.

He doesn't immediately hand it to you, though.

Instead, he slowly pulls you both upright, your back still to his front, the two of you half-standing in the open doorway of the car, your eyes fixed on your hands as you wipe them clean of any grease or oil, ignorant to the internal battle happening in Joel’s mind as he hovers behind you.

You lean more of your weight to one side, hip cocking out slightly as you lean down momentarily to toss the dirtied rag away, fumbling hastily with your skirt to readjust your clothes.

Joel shifts behind you, and you can feel the tension in his body—restraint barely contained.

His hand returns to your hip, this time with purpose, thumb tracing small circles against the exposed skin where your shirt has ridden up still.

"You're doing that on purpose," he says, voice low and rough against your ear.

It's not a question.

You turn your head slightly, just enough to catch his gaze from the corner of your eye. "Doing what on purpose?"

His jaw is tight, eyes darker than usual as they flick from your face to where his hands rest on your body.

“What is it, Joel?” you ask with innocent curiosity, though you know exactly where his words would land, his actions speaking for themselves, “What’s bothering you?”

“Don’t play clueless, sweetheart,” Joel retorts, “ain’t becoming of you,”

“Last I checked, you barely know me,” you respond with a similar bite, turning to face him now, chest to chest, “frankly, the whole saint act isn’t very attractive when all I have to do is get on my knees and beg for daddy—I mean, should I?”

He’s pensive, neck pulsing as he swallows and you shrug, “Whatever—you’re bandaging up my knees then—”

You start to sink slightly, but his hand catching around the expanse of your throat stills you, gasp slipping from your lips as it pushes the air out, eyes locked with his own, his tone taunting, “Yeah,” he nods slightly, eyes squinting as he deciphers your suddenly meek expression, “you gonna let me fuck you out here? S’fuckin’ pathetic, can’t let me treat you like a lady? Take you on a nice date first?”

“Tell me you don’t want to,” you reply softly, choked up with the pressure on your neck, slackening slightly as you land softly against the side of the car, both of your crowded by the open car door, “like you haven’t been touching me all night, what happened to your rules?”

“Different touches, kiddo,” he smoothly corrects and you nod mockingly, a smile slowly morphing on your face, hand move slowly to palm him over the front of his jeans, hard as fucking rock and warm, fingers curling over the thick waistband with a grin that continues to grow, a semblance of wonder on your face.

“Like this?” you ask, squeezing at his cock and his hand leaves your neck, arms bracketing your head as they curl around the frame of the roof behind your back, watching the careful ascent of your hand as it slides underneath his shirt, curling around his abdomen and your blunt nails digging into the skin, earning a soft grunt, “Or, like that?”

You let the moment linger, trailing touches.

“Fuck me out here,” you plead into his mouth, hand back on his jeans and working them open with deft fingers. You don’t give him time to protest before your palm is under the fabric of his briefs, skin to skin and touching him how you know he wants but won’t ask.

He shifts, breath short and hot. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?” His voice is low, a rumble against your cheek as he leans in closer, like he might kiss you or devour you whole.

Both would be fine.

His mouth crashes into yours, and it’s all teeth and heat, hands mapping your body with a kind of frenzy. “Goddamn,” he mutters roughly, like it’s a revelation. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”

You smile wickedly, arching into his touch, “How do you want me, daddy?”

“Get your ass in the backseat, hands in—,” you move accordingly, giggling at his forceful touch as you lean inside, stopped short of your knee touching the seat as he keeps you upright, fingers curling around the damp, sticky fabric of your panties, glistening as he shifts your skirt up, “and—fuck, there’s my goddamn meal.”

You giggle airly, moving your legs as he drags the fabric down and doesn’t give you any time to react before he’s spearing you open with his tongue, growling into your cunt as he presses you forward, raw hunger in every movement. His grip on your thighs is almost bruising, but you crave it, tangling your fingers in his hair as you reach for him from behind, dragging him closer still.

“Fuck,” he groans into you, voice vibrating through every nerve, “ain’t nobody out here to hear you—wanted this so bad and you’re quiet as a mouse,”

It isn’t purposeful, your moans are soft but genuine, eyes drifting shut as he licks through your pussy, feeling the gentle graze of his tongue over your clit as his fingers dig into your flesh tighter.

“Talk to me, baby,” he encourages, a gentle slap to your ass as he squeezes your cheeks and surprises you with a gentle bite to follow the sting before he’s diving back into your cunt, two fingers alongside his expert tongue, “how’s it feel?”

“So good, daddy—oh, fu—” Two fingers, fully engulfed, walls squeezing tight around him and you’re surprised by the sting of it, thick digits a precursor to his even thicker cock, desperate to have him inside of you, “s—so good, I want you to—tofuckme right h—here, please—please?”

The words spill out, moaning as his fingers curl against a particular spot deep inside of you, vision blurring as your teeth bite into your forearm. It’s overwhelming—too much and not enough. You push back against his face, finding leverage in the chaos of limbs and fabric until his name is spilling from your mouth, coming with a weak moan as he licks through your slick, the deft sound of his jeans shuffling down his hips as he’s pushing you further inside the backseat, ass still raised as one of his knees settle into the cushion.

He moves his mouth up your body, leaving a trail of kisses, hot and wet, sucking at the skin just above the waistline of your skirt before straightening up enough to pull it off you completely.

The car cocooned with heat and want, both of you desperate to touch now that Joel’s resolve has disappeared, encouraged by your unabashed need, he’s still finding himself hesitant.

“Don’t worry,” you quell, reaching for the hand tight at your thigh, turning your head back to catch sight of him, his eyes roaming the expanse of your body “I’m clean—safe, it’s not like you have to worry about—”

“M’not,” he chuckles slightly, “I’ve been outta commission for a while—just...wonderin’ if you’re sure about this, don’t want you think I’m just preyin’ on you—”

You shrug, indifferent but your laugh is breathless, high with anticipation and impatience. “I’m preying on you, Joel,” you say. “Now please—”

The words hang between you, a palpable plea that dissolves his resistance and has him settling into you from behind, the weight and press of his hips and hands a burning promise.

He pushes forward slowly at first, teasing your entrance with shallow nudges, driving you wild until there isn't any more space between your bodies and he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, every inch of him thick and pulsing as pleasure overtakes the sting from earlier, Joel makes a choked noise as if to return the sentiment.

“Christ,” he groans through gritted teeth, both hands finding leverage at your hips as he thrusts into you hard and fast, setting a dizzying pace.

It makes your brain melt, any rational thought disappearing as you moan lewdly into the cushion of his backseat, shifting with every sharp thrust, fingertips pressing into the interior of the other door to meet Joel’s eager, forceful thrusts as you push back.

“Fuck, you’re tight, honey,” he mutters, the words a low rasp in your ear as his rhythm grows more frantic, desperate. His grip tightens on you, pulling you closer with each stroke until it feels like your bodies might combine.

You writhe beneath him, desperate for more— the friction, the heat, the way he fills you completely, satisfyingly so. “Don’t stop, daddy,” you plead, and it’s not even a coherent thought anymore, just a raw need that spills out between gasps and broken, pathetic whimpers.

He makes a sound halfway between a grunt and a laugh as he obliges, hips snapping against yours as he pistons into you with an urgency that leaves you breathless. It’s brutal but perfect, the windows fogging up around you as the car rocks under the force of him.

His voice is distant as he speaks, but somehow entirely overwhelming, “Knew you wore this for a reason,” His grip on the fabric of your skirt is tight, pushed out of the way to get a clear view of your cunt as it sucks him in, “beggin’ daddy to look up your skirt, weren’t ya?”

You nod weakly, gasping as he thrusts into you pointedly, somehow more forceful, “You’re makin’ it real hard to be a gentleman ‘round you, baby—use your fuckin’ words.”

“Yes, f—yes, I was,” you whine softly, his thumb grazing over your puckered hole, a soft test of your limits.

“Was what?” he growls, voice thick with hunger. He grips your hips even harder, angling up to hit the sensitive spot that makes your vision blur with each stroke.

The sensation is overwhelming, bordering on too much but just as it nears, Joel yanks you back from the edge and pulls out, swiftly guiding you onto your back, squeezing into the backseat with you enough that he can easily slot himself back between your legs and push inside, this time slow and deliberate.

“I wanted—to, oh—to t—tease you, daddy,” you admit, “I’m s—sorry.”

Joel chuckles at that, a satisfied nod as he guides your hand up around the back of his neck, his hand finding the small of your back and angling you up slightly, “You’re gonna look at me when I’m fuckin’ you senseless,” Joel demands against your mouth before sealing it with a feverish kiss.

You feel weightless as he pounds into you, gripping tight at the back of his neck as your lips part, moaning into his mouth as he swallows up your cries with his tongue, “This what you want?” Joel breathes, his warm breath mingling with yours. “You want daddy to fuck you until you cry?”

You nod frantically, clenching down around his cock in response.

“Let me fuckin’ hear it,” he orders, his own grunts becoming more frequent, restraint waning.

“Yes—yes, daddy, please,” you say softly, weak as the sensation of his fingers fit between your body, his fingers dragging over your clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with a practiced precision that you’ve never felt before.

“Then fuckin’ take it, baby” he growls, grinding against you with a relentless rhythm that has you seeing stars, eyes prickling with tears as your orgasm crests unexpectedly, your voice pitching high as you cry out Joel’s name. He groans as you tighten around him, his thrusts jerky, close to losing it completely.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and you watch his eyes roll back, jaw going slack as he comes hot and thick inside of you. He groans deep in his chest, slamming into you one last time before collapsing against you, bodies slick with sweat.

His breath is hot against your neck, and he gives a final shudder before pulling back slightly, still buried inside you. There’s a beat of silence as you both catch your breath before you’re giggling softly against his ear where he’s slumped against you and he huffs a weak chuckle of his own, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Shit,” Joel mutters, voice teasing but edged with something real, something raw that makes your heart skip a little too fast under your ribs as he pulls out of you, a devastating loss. “I think you’re tryin’ to kill my old ass,”

You shrug once more, “A beautiful way to go, don’t you think?”

His hand is gentle now as he nods with a smile, skimming down the side of your body as his eyes meet yours, “I hope you’re still hungry,”

“Starving,” you respond in a sultry tone as Joel makes a face, amused but unimpressed by your antics, “Yes—I am,” You try again, clearing your throat, “hungry.”

“Like I said, a piece of work,” he laughs, shaking his head at you, and you feel that warmth blooming in your chest again, “c’mon—get in the front.”

You scramble slightly, watching as he readjusted his jeans and you search for your discarded underwear, luckily finding it with little issue as it was tucked between the crack of the seat.

“Can…I drive the rest of the way?” you ask sheepishly and Joel’s eyes crinkle at the edges with a subtle grin before he’s tossing you the keys.

“Careful with her, probably gonna have to give her a tune up over the weekend,” he tells you, fixing the button on his jeans.

“Need any help?” you ask eagerly, walking backwards toward the driver’s side.

“From you?” he asks in a teasing tone, “Of course, sweetheart."

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #the last of us #the last of us fic #pedro pascal #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #my writing #fic: drive #fic: in the backseat

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creamiecoups · 4 days ago

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Hi lovely,

I recently discovered your blog and I am loving all your works 😍

Can I request a 'just the tip' with Seungcheol 🫶

Looking forward to the next part of conditioned 😍😍

→ PAIRING: seungcheol x female reader

→ WARNINGS: smut, dark themes, dubcon, coercion, readers first time, unprotected sex, forced breeding, creampie, lots of pet names

A/N: didn’t proof read this and it’s 1am so if I forgot any warnings pls let me know and if you don’t want to read it you don’t have to free will is a thing okay bye enjoy this for everyone waiting and especially anon who asked for this <3

The movie was long forgotten.

You’d only meant to lean in for a little kiss — just a little affection — but Seungcheol’s always been greedy.

His hands gripped your waist tighter the second you climbed into his lap, and you felt the subtle, hungry grind of his hips beneath you as his mouth moved over yours with the kind of need that left your head spinning.

It hasn’t even been a month since you started dating. Not long enough, you tell yourself. But the low, deep groan that rumbles from his throat when your hips accidentally shift against his hardening length... the sound alone is enough to make your stomach flutter.

"Baby..." His lips trail hot and slow down the curve of your jaw, pressing against the sensitive spot beneath your ear, then lower, to the column of your throat. "You have no idea what you do to me."

You shudder when his mouth latches onto the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he sucks hard, marking you with a dark bruise. You feel his cock twitch beneath you, and it makes you ache, though the innocent part of you is still shy, unsure.

“Seungcheol…” your voice barely comes out, breathless, flustered.

His hands slowly slip beneath the hem of your top, and you feel his warm palms splay over your skin, pushing the fabric higher.

“Take this off for me, sweetheart.” His voice is low, husky. “Let me see you.”

You hesitate for only a second, feeling your cheeks burn, but the look in his eyes — so loving, so adoring — makes it impossible to say no. You pull your top over your head, sitting there in just your bra before him, but your arms quickly fold over your chest, shielding yourself.

"Don't hide from me, baby." He tuts softly, fingers tugging at your arms until you drop them, vulnerable beneath his dark gaze. "You're so beautiful... I could spend forever just looking at you."

His hands move to your bra, unclasping it with practiced ease, letting it fall away. The cold air makes you shiver, but his warm mouth soon replaces it, lips latching onto your nipple with a soft moan. He suckles noisily, tongue swirling around the taut bud, and the new sensation sends another moan slipping from your lips, your body trembling slightly in his lap.

"You like that, don't you?" He mumbles against your skin, flicking his tongue again. "You're perfect, baby. So fucking perfect."

You’re too shy to respond, and he notices — of course he notices. He always does.

"Hey." He lifts his head, brushing your hair out of your face. "Want me to take my shirt off too? Might make you feel less nervous, hm?"

You nod, and he peels his black tee over his head, revealing the solid expanse of muscle beneath. Your mouth parts slightly, eyes raking over his toned chest and his strong arms. You lift your hand without thinking, fingers gliding over the bulge of his bicep, and his lips are back on yours in an instant, more desperate and messier than before. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming every inch of you.

You feel him, hard and straining beneath his sweatpants, the thick outline pressing right against your inner thigh. You stiffen, nervous, pulling away slightly.

"Shh," he whispers, noticing the change in you. "It's okay, baby. You’ve been moving around so much... can’t help it. Let me make you feel good, yeah?"

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you nod, watching him guide your hands to the waistband of your pants. He helps you push them down, along with your panties, until you’re fully bare, perched on his lap like a trembling little doll.

"Such a good girl," he breathes, fingers grazing over your slick folds. You jolt at the contact, hips twitching, but his touch is gentle, coaxing. "So wet already... all for me angel?"

A whimper leaves you as his fingers tease your clit, barely brushing over it before pulling away, again and again, until you're gasping for air, your thighs clenching around his hand. He slides two fingers through your folds, collecting your slick before raising them to his lips and sucking them clean, groaning deeply.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven," he growls. "I’ll never get enough of you."

A few more minutes pass like this, heavy breaths and sloppy kisses filling the room, until he can’t take it anymore. His cock is painfully hard, throbbing against you.

"Baby," he whispers against your neck, voice strained. "I have an idea... need a little relief too, you know?"

You tilt your head, confused, as he slips his hand beneath your thighs and starts tugging his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. You blink, startled, and start to shift away, but he hushes you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I just wanna feel you... skin to skin. I promise."

You nod slowly, trusting him, letting yourself sink back into his lap. His cock rests heavy and hot between your folds, the thick tip sliding through your slick, and his hands dig into your waist as he groans low and sharp, his self-control hanging by a thread.

"Baby," he rasps, "can I... can I please just put the tip in? I swear, it doesn’t count. I won’t take your virginity yet. I know you wanna wait, but fuck— I need something, please."

You bite your lip, hesitating. "I... I think it’s still too early."

"Please, baby." His voice is broken, desperate. "I just need the tip. You feel so fucking good. I can’t... I can’t take it anymore."

You finally nod, slowly, and he grips his cock, rubbing the head along your slit until you're slick enough. His other arm snakes around your waist, locking you in place as the swollen tip nudges against your entrance. You flinch at the stretch, nerves flickering across your face.

"Don’t worry, baby," he soothes, kissing your cheek. "It’s not all the way. You’re doing so well for me."

But the way your body clings to him, the little whimpers you let out, the sight of you biting your lip, flushed and needy — it drives him wild. His cock throbs against your folds, precum mixing with your arousal.

"You don’t think I’ll fit, huh?" He chuckles darkly, his voice dipping low. "I have a feeling you’ll take me just fine, baby. A little size training every day and you’ll be perfect."

Your head swims at his words, your body trembling. His cock slides along your slit again, pressing more firmly, and you gasp.

"Ch-Cheol... I could still get pregnant like this."

He lets out a breathy laugh, kissing your shoulder. "That’s cute, baby. Doesn’t count unless I cum inside you... and even then, you’d look so fucking beautiful all knocked up for me."

His tip teases your entrance again, and before you can gather your thoughts, he’s pressing in — just a little — but the heat, the pressure, the stretch has your head spinning. You glance at him, wide-eyed, but he’s staring at you with raw, dark hunger.

And then you make that face — that sweet, fucked-out look, eyes rolling back just slightly, lips parting — and that’s all it takes.

His hands tighten on your waist, and with one hard thrust, he sinks all the way inside you, bottoming out in one shocking, deep stroke. You cry out, the sudden stretch burning, but the overwhelming pleasure drowns it out almost immediately.

"Fuck, baby," he growls into your neck, his voice rough, strained. "I’m sorry... you just felt too fucking good. I couldn’t stop myself."

His hips start moving, hard and fast, fucking into you with an almost animalistic hunger. His mouth is at your ear, voice low and filthy.

"You feel that, baby? How tight your little pussy is, squeezing me so fucking good? God, I’ve been waiting for this. So fucking perfect... made for me."

You cling to him, helpless against the relentless pace, pleasure building sharp and hot in your belly.

"Let go for me, sweetheart," he urges, lips brushing your ear. "Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel it."

And you do — the world blurs as your climax hits, body trembling around him, but even as you whimper, pleading, "Seungcheol, pull out—" he doesn’t.

"Can’t, baby," he groans, jaw clenched tight. "I’ve waited too fucking long for this... your pussy’s too good, can’t pull out now."

His pace turns rough, desperate, until he finally buries himself deep with a broken moan, warmth flooding inside you as his cock throbs, spilling his load in thick, heavy ropes. Your body twitches at the sensation, too exhausted to move, your head falling onto his shoulder as he cradles you, both of you sticky and spent, still connected.

"You did so good for me, baby," he whispers, brushing kisses across your hair. "No more denying me, okay? You’re mine now."

You nod weakly, tears trailing down your cheeks as he nuzzles against you, voice soft and content.

"Just a few more minutes, baby, then I’ll run you a bath. After that... I want you in bed, curled up against me."

And you know he means it. You know this is only the beginning.

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nanaslutt · 4 months ago

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World Cup champion <3

ʚ pairing: professional soccer player Gojo x reader

ʚ cont: established relationship, finger sucking, oral, reverse cowgirl, rough sex, soooo much dirty talk, dick piercing, praise kink

ʚ note: for @satoruenmayonoenabril winning my fic giveaway :) pls excuse any grammar mistakes >.< i hope u enjoy

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

"Oh fuck…" Gojo groaned, lazily stroking his hand through your hair as you lay between his legs and suck him off, one hand between your thighs to tend to your own burning need. His piercing on the underside of his cock scrapes your tongue, tingling your skin. You couldn't wait to feel that inside you, but after Gojo scored the final goal and secured the World Cup for his team, you needed to give him some special attention before easing your own pleasure.

Watching his skills on the field had been more than a turn on, especially when the camera tracked his skills with the ball, giving you a closeup of his serious face as he navigated across the field with expert focus.

"Ohhh my god baby right there-" He groaned when you paid special attention to his piercing, lavishing it with your tongue. "Yes, oh god I love you." He moaned when you rubbed your tongue side to side against the sensitive spot, making his head swim with pleasure.

Popping off his dick, a string of saliva connected you to the tip of his cock, and you used the wetness to stroke him off as you look up at him from between his thighs. His legs tremble with intense pleasure and his bas contracts under his pulled-up jersey as you jerk him in quick succession.

"You were so fucking amazing out there. You're so fucking strong, Toru." You praise, rubbing your thumb under the head of his cock.

Gojo groaned sliding his hand from your head down to your cheek to cradle it with gentleness. With his thumb, he pulled down your bottom lip, exposing the bottom row of your teeth, and bit his bottom lip when you darted your thumb out to take his thumb into your mouth to suck on like you did his cock.

"You're so good to me baby. Couldn't have done it without you, you know that? Found you every time I scored-" He cut himself off with a harsh groan when you took his thumb to the back of your throat and swallowed. "I found you in the crowd. You look so fucking pretty wearing my number, made me wanna win just to impress you."

You hum around his thumb as he slowly pulls it back out. His fingers find their way back into your hair, but he pulls you up, keeping you from taking him back into your mouth. The grip wasn't harsh, but it was full of subtle dominance that made the need between your legs throb.

He must've seen the desire to please him mingled with confusion in your eyes, because he smiled and pulled you towards him with a smile. "Much as I love your sweet little lips around my cock, I need to make you feel good baby."

Your bottom lip jut out in a pout as you placed your hands on his chest to study yourself, hovering over his obvious arousal standing tall between his sculpted thighs, bulging and tensing each time his cock throbbed, dripping arousal onto his stomach just under his jersey. "I want to worship you."

Gojo made a sound akin to a purr and held the back of your neck. Bringing your mouths together, the kiss was gentle but full of need. He shivered into the kiss when your tongue met his, only to pull back before he got too lost in it. "Worship me with this sweet cunt, hm?"

Lithe fingers snuck between your thighs and pressed against that bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs unexpectedly, making you jerk forward and scratch your nails into his chest, something his cock appreciated by jumping between you.

"Sit on my dick and fuck me, use me, baby, show me how hot watching me win the cup got you. That's how you can worship me, baby." His fingers that drew lazy circles against your clit slid down and teased your entrance. He swiftly took care of that ache, not leaving you waiting for long as he slid two fingers into your cunt, curling them upwards towards that sweet spot that had you seeing stars.

"Huh? Can you do that for me? Can you turn around and ride my cock n' let my piercing make that pussy feel good?" He leaned in, whispering against your ear as he fignerfucked you slowly, curling deep and hard, applying enough pressure to make you dizzy.

He nearly brought you to the brink with just a little touching. Him in his jersey acting so high off the win was doing things to your brain and your cunt, apparently, for fuck sake it felt like you were in heat.

You nodded against his head, slowly losing the strength in your legs the longer he pleased you. The tip of his cock teased where his fingers were buried inside you, and he hummed in appreciation as he removed his fingers and gripped his cock, slicking himself with your wetness.

"Turn around for me, princess." He whispered, to which you quickly obeyed.

Turning in his lap, your ass to him, you braced your hands on his thighs that bulged under your fingers as he rubbed his cockhead against your dripping entrance, teasing the both of you.

"Shit." He whistled, "Such a nice fucking view. I'm not gonna last long at all." He almost giggled before catching his cockhead against the ring of your cunt and slowly pushing in. The tip of his cock breached your hole, and you squeezed instinctually, ripping a groan and a full-body jerk and shutter from the man under you. "Oh god that feels good, you feel so good." He groaned as you slid down on him inch by inch until you were seated fully.

"Toru, fuck, you're so fucking big." You groaned, scratching his thighs as you rocked back and forth on his pelvis, adjusting to his size as he throbbed against your tight walls. "Love how you feel inside me."

Gojo gripped your hips tightly and shook. He held his breath behind you before exhaling loudly, almost sounding like a sigh of relief. "Can't say that shit to me right now, almost came. But I need you to move baby, need you to play with your clit while you ride me too because I'm really struggling not to fill you up right now."

You nod, not able to form words anymore as you lift yourself up and torturously slide back down. The both of you groan in unison when his piercing scrapes your insides so perfectly, turning your brain to mush.

The tempo picks up after that until you're practically slamming down on him with each thrust. The sounds of slapping and squelching sounds from where the two of you are connected drive you crazy, only fueling your thrusts.

"Goddd, tell me how it feels, tell me you like how I feel, baby, said it, tell me how my piercing feels so good inside you." Gojo grunted, thrusting his hips up against your ass to meet you thrust for thrust.

You nodded, rolling your hips in a circle on the downstroke, and Gojo whined behind you. "Love how you feel, I love when you fuck me, toru-" You moan, rubbing your clit furiously. "Love when my fucking world star gives it to me."

"Oh shiiiit." He cries, body writhing under you. His thighs are tense each time you drop onto them, and his sounds and thrusts are becoming more weak and pathetic, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. His fingers dig into your hips and drive you down onto him when he began to lose strength, knocking the air from your lungs. "More, praise me more, baby, please." He grits through his teeth.

"Love-love how good you look in your jersey."

Groan.

"Love how I can feel you twitch inside me."

Whine.

"Love how h-hard you fuck me when you get close."

He thrusts hard, making sounds of agreement behind you. "So fucking close. So close. Need you to come with me right now. Are you playing with your clit?" He asks.

You nod, your hand becoming stiff where you're drawing tight circles against the hard little nub.

"How does it feel? Tell me how it feels to--oh my god--tell me how it feels to p-lay with yourself while you ride me."

You shake your head, unable to do much else but rock back and forth on his lap as your orgasm started to crest. Gojo did his best to thrust up into you, but his body was already so exhausted after playing all day, and his own orgasm was robbing the residual strength from him, but the grinding got the both of you there. "So good, w-wish it was your fingers."

The build reached its peak. "I'm-"

Gojo wrapped his arms around you from behind and yanked you back onto his chest. His jersey was rough against his back and smelled like sweat and him. Placing his feet on the beg and bending his knees, he fucked up into you furiously, grunting and moaning against the shell of your ear. "Me too."

That was the last thing he said before your high crashed over you, and pleasure unlike you've ever felt before wracked through your body and stole your mind, heart, and soul. You were on a different plane, but somehow still felt Gojo's thrusts still as his cock kicked against your walls, spilling his seed inside you.

You gasped coming down, vision blurred from such an intense high. Gojo similarly gasped behind you, holding you to his chest as he let his cock soften inside you following his orgasm. Arms still tight around your torso, he burred his neck into the crook of your neck and kissed the spot under your ear.

"Did you really think I looked hot today?" He whispered almost timidly, and you burst into laughter, turning your head so you could cup the side of his face and press a kiss to his temple.

"The hottest."

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 month ago

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Nsfw (Ghost x fem!reader. AU)

You, waiting at home, alone, for him. It's late, the streets dark, the apartment too. You haven't turned on any lights, just that candle that smells sweet.

You hear shuffling at the door and your heart starts to race. As the keys work into the keyhole, you straighten the shirt of his you're wearing, fix your hair, lay back against the pillows.

Your bare thighs have goosebumps on them from being bare all this time in waiting, your nipples hard too. But now that he's here, you feel tingly all over.

He walks into the apartment, closing the door after himself. His heavy footsteps echo around the small space. He's always been so big, so out of place for the domestic life. But it works for you two. What else are two retired soldiers gonna do but fall in love and spend the rest of their days growing old together?

He walks into the room and stops. He stares as you smile at him sweetly.

You look like an angel, all spread out for him, hair messy, eyes sleepy from the late hour. “Hi,” you greet quietly.

Simon smiles a wolfish smile. It's somewhere between loving and starved. “Hey,” he replies as he slowly crawls onto the bed with you. He lies down next to you, one of his hands immediately going to your hip.

“Missed you today,” you whisper, rolling to face him.

“Bet you did,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering over your face, admiring how absolutely beautiful you are. His hand slowly traces up your side, under that shirt of his that's too big on you.

Comfortable silence blooms; there's no need for words. Neither of you would know how to put into sentences what you feel.

He kisses you, soft, slow, careful. He usually does. Like you're a delicate flower that he could break, like you're the angel he claims you are, something to be revered and treated with devotion.

He takes the shirt off you, focusing his mouth to kiss everywhere. Every inch that he loves. His kisses go from your neck to your collarbone, your shoulders, your tits, your nipples, down to your stomach, lower to your mound, your thighs, calves, until he's climbing off the edge of the bed.

He stands before you, broad and strong, a tent already in his pants. He undresses with ease, hurried movements, as if every minute his skin isn't against yours burns.

And then he's back on you, skin against skin, his weight pressing down on you.

He reaches down, feels your cunt all wet and warm and ready, and he has to remind himself that this is not a moment for wild, rough sex. Not tonight.

He aligns himself with your entrance, his cock hard and leaking precum. “You know I love you?” he whispers into your ear.

“I know you love me,” you reply quietly, breathlessly.

And then he's pushing into you.

He fucks you slowly, gently, feeling as your gummy walls take every inch of him. His forehead is against yours, breaths mixing.

Your nails scratch at his shoulders, probably leaving marks that will be red in the morning. But he doesn't care.

He kisses your face, your nose, your forehead, your lips, as his sex drives you higher and higher up the slope of ecstasy.

When you come, you tighten around him hard enough that he can't even thrust anymore, and he ends up spilling into you, thick ropes of white, sticky cum.

He kisses your forehead before gently pulling his softening cock out of you and lying beside you.

You two lie on the bed together after, legs still entangled, satisfied.

You fall asleep first. He watches you for a while, listening to your breathing, fingers gently stroking your gorgeous face.

How he ever got this lucky, Simon doesn't know. But he knows it's not something he'll ever be able to live without.

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hungharrington · 1 month ago

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happy birthday angel!! giving steve some road head on a scenic drive would be a total dream 😋😋😋😋 (list number 2)

ROAD HEAD!!!!!! it’s diabolical & absolutely some menace!reader shit, let’s get some dick sucking on in here <3 gn!reader, 1.5k, oral (m receiving), MDNI this entire blog is 18+

If Steve knew how meticulously planned it was, he might actually commend you.

Really, you’ve outdone yourself.

It’s the perfect stretch of road. He’s wearing those tiny red swim shorts that have the drawstring on the outside—at your recommendation, of course. No shirt because of the heat, though the thatch of hair on his chest is enough to have you sweating.

And you even had the forethought to do all the driving yesterday, so Steve would take up the mantle today automatically. No suspicion aroused whatsoever.

Yeah, you’ve planned this shit.

But if Steve knew enough to commend you, that meant your plan had failed. Besides, you’ll get your prizes elsewhere today anyways.

“Isn’t it nice?” You ask, reaching across to give Steve’s thigh an excitable squeeze. You leave your hand there.

“Yeah, baby,” Steve says warmly, taking his eyes off the road and scenery ahead to smile at you. It’s sweet as sugar, his fondness evident.

He reaches down and squeezes your hand on his thigh briefly.

“Thanks for choosing to do this, I don’t think would’ve thought to.”

He casts his eyes back out the coast that you’re meandering along, the road mostly straight, except for an occasional bend. You passed someone heading the other way fifteen minutes ago.

Otherwise, for as far as the eye can see, you might be the only car out on the road.

Plan unfolding perfectly, you shift your hand further up Steve’s thigh.

“Well, thank you for driving us,” You counter. You shift, twisting your body to face his more easily, and your fingers trail higher, tangling them with the drawstring of his shorts.

“Y’know that’s no issue for my- oh,” Steve’s tone twists as you tug at one the strings gently.

His gaze darts down at his lap, then follows your arm up to your face— and from the simpering smile on your face, he cottons on quickly.

“You—” He starts, his hands not moving from the wheel, but his eyes narrowed.

“Uh huh.”

You tug the string again, the bow of his shorts coming undone.

“So this—?”

He still hasn’t moved his hands, but when you glance up he’s got his tongue pressed into his cheek, as if he can’t believe your nerve. Or his luck.

“Uh huh.” Dipping your fingers into the waistband, you pull it out to loosen it.

“You are a—”

The end of his sentence is swallowed in a cough as you curl your fingers around his cock easily. It’s warm, still soft but you can feel it beginning to stiffen in your grip.

“I’m a what?” You goad with a grin, your grip beginning to skim up and down slowly.

Steve grows rigid in the drivers seat, his thighs tenser than before, shoulders suddenly pressed firmly against the seat. He exhales heavily out his nose and the car accelerates with a loud rev, just a moment, before Steve realises the extra pressure he’s applying to the pedal.

He eases off the gas and you strike. In your hand, you draw up to the tip, pressing your thumb into the head and he jolts with a grunt. In your hand, his length thickens more rapidly.

“—menace.” He finishes, breath heavier now than it was a minute ago. “You’re a fuckin’ menace.”

Even so, he remains in place, tensed up, as you shift the fabric of his shorts down and free his cock. It bobs lowly and you take the moment to draw your fingers along his happy trail—the maddening path that leads down, down, down.

Saliva pools on your tongue. Something warm flares up between your thighs.

You’re more than hungry for a taste.

Your touch ghosts along his cock, more teasing than really touching, and you eye the road ahead quickly.

A glance at Steve’s face reveals his focus is split, gaze darting between the road and your hand in his lap. But it’s enough for you to duck beneath the seatbelt strapped across your chest and lean in closer.

“Don’t crash,” You say, half serious and half playful. It’s a straight road mostly from here on out, but even so Steve’s head thumps back against the headrest.

“You—” He begins, tone accusing, but cuts himself off with a sharp inhale as you tilt his cock up, slotting the head of between your lips. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” He gasps, his last sentence forgotten.

The taste of his skin, the salt of today’s swim and the musk of himself, inspires a flush of lust down your spine. You let drool slip out, making it messy, as you begin to take more in your mouth.

“Honey,” Steve groans breathily.

You’re can’t tell if it’s a plea for mercy or a want for more — only sinking down further to let him fill your mouth. You can feel the rumble of the engine beneath you, but your ears are more tuned to laboured breathing above.

Something twinges in your stomach when you hear the adorable little hitch in Steve’s throat as you begin to move up and down. Lazied. Relaxed.

He groans again, softer this time, and gently, you feel a hand rest atop your head.

“Fuck,” Steve mutters, his fingers threading into your hair. He doesn’t push, just rests it there. You hear his head thump back against the headrest again. “Fuck, baby.”

You hum around his cock, pleased, and it inspires another motion from him—his hips jutting up into your mouth, forcing his cock in another inch.

The engine revs as Steve accidentally accelerates again. You cough at the unexpected change, not pulling off, but Steve’s already spilling over with apologies.

“Fuck, shit, sorry—” The hand in your hair strokes over your head tenderly, apologetic. The engine drones as it slows. “I’m sorry, that— you just—”

His sentence is swallowed by his own moan, languid and breathy. You’ve moved up, lips circling the head of his cock, your tongue moving deftly to lap up the leaking pre-cum. It’s where Steve’s most sensitive.

“I take it back,” Steve says, sounding out of breath.

The fingers in your hair curl, tightening but still not gripping tight. You can’t imagine the steering wheel is getting the same nice treatment. “I’m not— uh- fuckin’ sorry, you - you wanted this.”

The heat between your thighs flushes warmly and for the first time, you regret choosing this time and place — if only because Steve has an edge in his voice and you’d love nothing more for him to take it out on you. Well, your throat more specifically.

Instead, you only hum in agreement, as if saying yes I did and Steve groans loudly.

His thighs grow tenser and you can see the muscles in his tummy rippling as he restrains himself.

The grip in your hair twists a little tighter and Steve’s moans begin to bleed into each other, getting shorter, building and building. His hips shift a bit with each noise.

“Okay,” He says. “I’m-” His breaths stutter, noises still pitching up with every punched out moan. “Sweetheart, I’m— fuck, wait, I’m— I’m—”

Warmth floods your mouth, right as the car swerves suddenly to the left an inch or two, hastily corrected in the next moment. You let the ropes of cum coat the back of your throat as Steve keens pitifully, his hand only now pressing you further down, fingers curled tightly in your hair.

It’s a long moment, soft whines and curses pulled from Steve’s throat as he works through the high — now focused on making sure he’s still driving straight.

“You— fuck,” He gasps, hips still rolling and rutting. “You’re—gonna—kill me,” There’s little gaspy breaths between each word and a pleased bliss settles in the bottom of your stomach, friction stirring.

You pull up, lazy and languid, almost not wanting to part. You could just stay here, right? Warming his cock with your mouth, seeing how long it takes for his length to thicken up again.

The ache between your thighs begs you to.

The shiver in Steve’s thighs, the threadiness in his voice, tells you no.

Swallowing what’s in your mouth with an exaggerated sound of pleasure, you release his cock with a soft suckle and sit back. It’s worth it, getting to see the twitch in Steve’s spent cock at your soft moan—still interested, always interested when it comes to you.

You sit up properly and then slip beneath your seatbelt, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Steve’s knuckles are white with how hard they clutch the steering wheel, both hands now, and his chest still heaves as he tries to get his breath.

“You—” He starts again, words stuttering as you politely lean over and tuck him back into his pants. A shiver runs through him. You even do a bow as you retie his shorts for him.

“Thanks for driving us again, baby,” You say dotingly, reaching up to cup Steve’s cheek.

His hazel eyes meet yours, narrowed as if you’ve just set a challenge. He picks a hand off the wheel, capturing your outstretched one and holding it as he turns to press a kiss to your palm.

“No problem, sweetheart,” He says, still breathing heavy, his eyes a little darker now. “You know I love to return a favour.”

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whytheylosttheirminds · 10 days ago

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Blue Sweater - r.c.

disclaimer: originally posted on my old blog in October, this is a repost! soft bf Rafe belongs on tumblr, so I am returning him to his home to run free <3

cw: smut, fluffy bf vibes, inspired by s4 rafe, pinv, this fic is 18+ minors do not interact

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You’d fallen asleep on the couch, waiting up for him again. You didn’t fault Rafe for working so hard, you just miss him so fucking much when he’s in back-to-back meetings all day.

You’re pulled from your dreams when the couch dips below you, a large, warm presence settling next to you on the sofa. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily, eyes still closed.

He’s smirking down at you, you know him so well you can picture exactly how he looks without actually seeing him.

“Hi,” he leans forward, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I’m sorry, that last meeting ran so long.”

Finally opening your eyes to meet his, you’re almost startled by the sight. Somehow, in the dim evening light, they’re more deeply blue and beautiful than ever.

“Nice sweater,” you say, reaching up to run your fingers along the hard edge of his shoulder. Even though he looks so soft and pretty right now, he’s tense, and you wish you could ease the worry that furrows his brow.

He smiles knowingly, the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkling in the cute way that makes your heart ache for him.

“Thanks, my girlfriend got it for me.”

“She has good taste,” you joke as your run your hand gently up and down his bicep, the soft fabric such a contrast to the hard muscle below.

“Yeah, she’s all kinds of good,” he winks.

“Then why’d you make her wait for you all night?” You pout, sticking out your bottom lip so he’d know you’re just teasing.

“I said I’m sorrrrry,” he whines as he leans over you more, adjusting to bring his legs onto the couch. You make room for him instinctually, his body fitting into yours like you were designed for each other.

He lets his full weight down slowly, sinking you both deep into the cushions. Nuzzling his head into your neck, he drags his lips against the skin below your ear so gently, it sends goosebumps racing across your skin. He can feel your excitement and starts kissing you more firmly, leaving little wet spots up the column of your throat.

Your hands splay out over his big, firm back, rubbing circles into the tight muscles. You press deep, working out his stress, and he groans at your firm touch. Your hands work slowly down his back, pressing as you go. When you reach the hem of his sweater, you slip your hands underneath. Rafe flinches at your touch, a shudder running through him.

“Your hands are cold!” He exclaims, his voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

“Oh sorry, love!” you start to pull them away, but he reaches his arm behind him and pins your palms to his skin.

“No, it feels nice, don’t stop.”

You continue, the pads of your fingers digging little figure eights into his lower back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“What’s got you so stressed baby, hmm?” You ask.

“Just got too much going on,” he shakes his head so his buzzed hair tickles your earlobe. You giggle at the sensation, his head rising and falling with the shake of your chest.

“Poor baby,” you coo, making him smile against you. “Just need a little help to relax?”

Rafe nods against you, moving slightly to lay his head against your chest so you can run your nails along his head like you know he likes. You bring one hand up, the other still under his shirt, the motion making you open your legs wider so you can stretch. He slots between them perfectly, and when you drag your nails over the fuzzy hairs right at the nape of his neck, you can feel him twitch against your core, already half hard.

“Someone’s needy,” you hum, delighted that you can make him so hot just by touching him tenderly like this. “Want me to make you forget all about your bad day?”

“Please,” he groans into your collarbone, pressing his hips down harder so you can feel him fully against you now. Your wetness pools immediately, soaking through your panties as you arch your back and return the pressure.

“Shit, baby, that’s so nice,” he praises.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” you confess.

“Then we better not make you wait any longer.”

Swiftly, he lifts his head from your chest and finds your lips with his. It’s hungry and sloppy, the wet skin of his lower lip sliding against yours as your mouths collide. You’re fully grinding up into him now, and there is nothing semi-soft about him, his hard cock threatening to rip the seams of his pants. You writhe, desperate to feel his length. You know it like the back of your hand, picturing his perfect cock clearly as you rock against it. You’ve got every vein, every throbbing, pink inch memorized.

“Take your pants off,” you breathe into his open mouth.

With a cocky grin that makes you impossibly wetter he drawls, “now who’s needy, huh?”

You roll your eyes and reach for his waistband, if he’s gonna be an ass about it you’ll just do it yourself. He mirrors you, undressing you with the same shaky fervor. Your shirt goes first, he’s delighted to see you’ve opted for no bra. In the cold evening air, your nipples harden immediately, and he can see the goosebumps spreading across your torso.

“Ohh baby, you really are freezing.”

“Mhm,” you nod, lip pulled between your teeth. “Warm me up, Rafe.”

A throaty groan rises from his chest as he takes over your work on his pants, ripping them off as best he can without standing, his boxers following. You slip your thumbs under your shorts, doubling up to slide your panties down with them until you’re bare for him. Only one piece of clothing remains between you, the soft blue sweater you bought for him. He starts to pull it off, but you stop him, your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“No, leave it on,” you instruct.

“Whatever you want, angel,” he smirks at your unusual request, but obliges without complaint.

He lays down on you again, his lips hovering over yours as he lets his cock press into your inner thigh. He’s so hard you gasp, inhaling sharply at the sweet pressure against your leg. He kisses you again, more tenderly this time, like he’s trying to imprint the taste of you onto his tongue. As he lets his weight settle on you, the soft threads of his sweater rub over your sensitive nipples, the sensation making your eyes squeeze shut and a strained moan echo from your chest.

“Y’okay?” He asks.

“It feels so g-good,” you croak out.

“What does, baby?”

You blush, feeling silly for it, but something about the soft material against your hardened skin is so delicious.

A little embarrassed, you admit, “the sweater on my tits feels really nice.”

“It does?” He questions, amused.

“Just stay on me baby, don’t stop.”

You and Rafe have been known to argue about almost anything, but he never argues when you tell him how to make you feel good. He flattens his chest against you fully, rutting his dick against your leg, causing his chest to rub against yours as requested. Your head falls back into the throw pillows. You let him continue to move you both until you almost can’t stand the friction anymore.

“I love that,” you whimper, eyes still squeezed shut. “But I need you inside.”

“Can’t wait any longer, huh?” He chuckles. Once again, you don’t need to see him to know what he looks like, his eyebrows are surely arched high and his lips quirked to the side as he looks at you in amusement.

“Rafe I’ve been waiting for like twelve hours,” you complain.

“I know, baby, I know,” he quells you. “I got you, alright?”

Propped on one arm, his sweater leaves your chest for a moment so he can line himself up at your soaked entrance. You wait with closed eyes, bracing for impact as you know it will take a minute to adjust to his size, it always does. But he doesn’t enter you, just grumbles with annoyance as he shuffles above you.

Your quizzical eyes open to find him fumbling with the collar of his sweater, preparing to pull it off.

“What’s the problem?”

“I want to see you, but this fucking sweater’s in the way,” he explains. You lift your head and look down to where your bodies should be meeting to see the hem of his sweater hanging in the way, blocking the view. “I’m just gonna take it off.”

“Nuh-uh!” you object.

“Baby,” he whines.

A solution comes to you, causing you to break into a wide grin.

“Open up,” you say, and he’s never looked more confused.

But then, you reach down and pull the hem of the sweater between your fingers, making his stomach flinch as you brush against it. You lift the hem up to his mouth, revealing the sight of his cock dangerously close to your entrance. He puzzles it together, and teasingly rolls his eyes before letting you place it between his teeth. He bites down on it obediently, considering a protest before looking down to see he now has a perfect angle to his favorite sight in the world.

It feels so good when he finally slides in, stretching you so deliciously and filling you like only he can, that you almost actually cry. He moves gently, considerate enough to know there’s probably an edge of pain to your pleasure.

“You don’t have to go slow,” you assure him. “Take your stress out on me, I can take it.”

“Yeah?” He tries to sound cocky, but it’s muffled from the fabric between his teeth.

The way his jaw clenches in frustration makes you giggle. Rafe usually does most of the talking, knowing the sound of his low voice in your ear makes you come so much faster.

“I’ll do the talking, just focus on my voice while you fuck me, m’kay?” You purr.

He nods in agreement, picking up the pace until he’s rocking into you, continuously hitting the perfect spot that makes you both shudder with pleasure. He’s going so hard you have to lift your arm above you and steady yourself against the arm of the couch. His eyes flit between the sight of you taking him in so perfectly and the way your tits bounce with each thrust.

You keep your promise to talk him through it, starting with, “just like that, Rafe- mmmph- feels so good. God, I can feel you so deep.”

His brows furrow in concentration, thrusting harder, desperate to drag more praises from your kiss-chapped lips. Your eyes train on the veins in his neck, throbbing with effort. You reach your other hand up and grab his chin, pulling his face so his eyes pierce yours.

“Shit, you look so good fucking me like you needed to,” you cry.

As much as he loves the eye-contact, he’s still wearing this stupid sweater for a reason, and he needs to remind you. He matches you by placing his hand on your face, soft but firm, and directing your gaze down to see him pistoning into you.

“Oh my god, that’s so hot,” you smile, admiring the creamy mess you’re making on his shaft. “You’re fucking covered in me, baby. Made me so wet comin’ in here looking this good.”

He removes his hand from your head, looking for a non-verbal way to thank you for your compliments. He presses his thumb to your tongue, and you don’t need words to know what he’s doing. You get it nice and wet, swirling spit around his thumb with your tongue. Once it’s ready, he lowers it to your clit, rubbing back and forth a few times before forming steady circles.

“Ah- fuck- yes, Rafe that’s so-” Your commitment to keep talking falters as pleasure floods your mind, robbing you of your voice.

He knows what you need, he always knows what you need. He pulls your hand from his chin and places it on his chest, you bunch the fabric of his sweater so he can release it from his teeth.

“There ya go,” he coos. “Need me to talk you through it, huh?”

You nod desperately, confirming what he already knew.

“Couldn’t even concentrate in my meetings,” he begins, panting with the effort he’s putting in, not letting up his pace. “Thinkin’ about you here waiting for me, walking around the house in those little shorts. How am I supposed to close deals when I can’t stop thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking this perfect pussy, huh?”

His words had exactly the effect he was hoping for, you were beside yourself, moaning and squirming beneath him. Letting out the sweetest little “oh, oh, ohs” as his cock rocked your whole body. He was losing tempo, both of you nearing the edge. You brought your other fist up to bunch his sweater, too, grasping so tightly you were afraid you were gonna tear it. You clenched around him as he kept talking.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze me as hard as you can - fuck!” He was unraveling, needing to find the words to get you there so he didn’t finish first. “Fuck, that’s my good girl.”

Just as he expected, that’s what finally did it for you. You cried out his name as sparks exploded in your stomach, coming so hard you had to bury your face into his chest to keep from screaming. He followed behind you almost immediately, his hot cum spurting into you as his primal groans and grunts echoed through the room.

A few minutes later, you’re cleaned up and cuddled in his bed, now wrapped up in his sweater, the stretched-out fabric soft against you. He smirked as his hands ran over the material, rubbing over your stomach and waist lovingly.

“Might have to wear this thing every day if that’s how you’re gonna react,” he teases you.

“Uh-huh,” you giggle. “Good luck getting it back.”

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a/n: I'm only back temporarily but I'll be reposting just a few of my non-series works from my old blog that I think just belong on tumblr!! it just feels right for them to be here. miss y'all!

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