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m4g3114n1c · 8 months

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Desperate Measures

hi michael afton x reader fem! smut idk bro

i wrote this in my notes so i didnt read it over LMAO crossposted on ao3 im m11kyw4y!!

tags (ripped straight out of ao3): Shameless Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, just a little bit, Creampie, Begging, Submissive Michael Afton, Backshots, Hand Jobs, Switch Reader, Switch Michael Afton, Vaginal Fingering, Closet Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Co-workers, Semi-Public Sex, lol i want him so bad, Mutual Pining, poc friendly, no blue eyes white paper skin shit here yall idgaf, POV Second Person, No Y/N mentioned

word count: 3 339 !!

"my dad passed away 14 yrs ago...this her day🙏🙏" "WHO WANT BACKSH💔TS????" #michaelcore somebody get the reference pls

Sometimes desperation is a positive thing. Going to desperate measures for pleasure is a positive thing. Getting fired would be the exact opposite of said desperate measure. Michael couldn’t help himself, and when you found him like that, you couldn’t help yourself.

Michael ducked his head down slightly at the doorframe, leading you. His much more taller frame had completely enveloped you and the cramped space of the closet. The once warm closet had become unbearably hot and damp.

Every step, every hitch of breath and every shuffle of clothes against another was heard within the four walls of it. His head lowered to be the same level as you was all he needed, the moment that door shut was when he couldn’t get his mind off you, or his hands either.

His hand was cupped on your cheek, the other wrapped around the nape of your neck to be able to tug you in closer into the kiss. His somewhat chapped lips melded against your soft ones just at the right angle was just what he and you needed at work today.

His tongue had already begun exploring since near the beginning of the kiss. The taste of the tart bubblegum he had once chewed dissipated along with the chill of your gum when your mouths met.

You tugged on the collar of his already crinkled purple button up, the feeling of his muffled groan reverberating throughout your body. Michael pulled away with a soft smack, his hand never leaving your cheek. He breathed deeply, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume you had sprayed all over.

Michael was enamoured with the way your button up had been buttoned down enough by him to reveal your collarbones. His hooded irises of sapphire flitted nervously all over your face, taking in how beautiful you looked under the dim light of a weak bulb.

You had leaned in only a couple of inches to be met with his neck. Pressing a light kiss onto his Adam’s apple, you had began to pepper kisses onto his neck, then up his jawline. Michael repressed a soft whine, which in turn had caused him to sigh instead.

The whine he had tried his best to hide still came through with his sigh; it still sounded as desperate. Michael knew you were enjoying having this much control over him but you also knew he was impatient as hell when it came to a quickie. But then, being at work meant a whole other thing of quickies; being careful.

Michael’s eyes squeezed shut tightly at the feeling of you already pressing hard against him with your hand. His jaw tightened at the sudden intrusion of pleasure. You palmed at his growing erection through the pain and pleasure of the friction of his jeans.

It felt completely different having himself do this than you doing it. He pushed his hips against your hand, wanting any kind of movement right now. With that knowledge, you pushed on, pressing your lips to his already kiss bruised lips once again to distract him from how sloppy you were unbuckling his belt.

It wasn’t enough to distract him, because once he noticed, his large hands had nudged yours away, quickly unbuckling his own belt but still keeping it looped through his jeans with the desperation of wanting this to go faster.

He kept his lips tightly pressed onto yours, now unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them fully. The anticipation was killing him, he had to do this quickly. As fast as he undo his pants, you were as quick when your hand snaked its way down below into his boxers.

Michael let out a quiet moan at the immediate contact with your warm hand. You fisted him out of the confines of his boxers, just to remind him how slutty he looked right now. The tip shone wetly, pre cum already collecting.

He was more long than he was girthy, although it seemed perfect enough for you think about how much he’s going to be able to reach when he’s deep in you. Your eyes couldn’t help but keep at his cock, it being so close to you, it was quite impossible to.

You subtly licked your lips at the sight, but even that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

Quickly, you smeared it on your palm to lubricate it, then had started from the base of his cock to his tip. Your actions repeated, much antagonizingly slow than he would’ve liked. Michael’s arm came over his mouth to try and mute the absolute filthy sounds that was coming out of his mouth.

Every now and then you’d graze the sensitive head with your thumb to collect the pre-cum continuing to leak out. He was so turned on right now; it was embarrassing in a way. It didn’t help how loud the slick noises were coming from your hand and his cock.

With how good it felt for him, the buildup was only beginning slow as the familiar dim feeling in his abdomen. It was perfectly timed with the way you finally began to speed up your hand, he removed his arm, a strangled moan ripping its way out of his throat to present to you what he wanted.

“Faster,” He sighed, his eyelashes fluttering when he had closed his eyes for a quick second. His voice sounded completely different from what you heard on a daily basis at work, this wasn’t the same chill and professional person you were working with. His voice had sounded so whiny, you swore it sounded pornographic.

The look he had given you after almost made you want to ride him right away, no hesitation; you decided to fight away the voices in your head telling you to. “Please,” He whispered for good measure and with the way he was looking at you, he meant it.

“Okay,” You said drily, even though you had held back the urge to fuck him. Michael’s breaths grew shorter, feeling your strokes pace quicken almost aggressively. Leaning in more, your lips grazed against the shell of his ear.

“Is this okay?” You whispered, voice sensual enough for Michael’s mouth to begin rambling. And by rambling, it was horny rambling. “Yes, please, god, I need it, fuck—it feels so good,” He gasped out.

His abdomen twitched and you swore if he was about to cum right now, he was goddamn crazy. So you pulled your hand off him. “No, fuck, please don’t—“ His chest heaved, a plethora of curses leaving his mouth after he just let out another pornographic whine.

“Please don’t do that,”

Michael’s cold hand grabbed your wrist that had pulled off him, with a grip tighter than a vise he had tugged you closer, so close you could feel his warm breath fan out your face. You were so close you could see his damp eyelashes and the tears brimming his waterline. “I’m—please. I need it.” He said, emphasizing his please. You smiled at how needy he was.

“I’m sorry Michael,” You lean in to quickly peck him on the lips.

As you began again, his hips experimentally pushed up into your fist while you moved. He saw that you didn’t seem to mind so he did again. Then again. He continued to buck up into your own hand, head tossed back while he breathed out repeatedly what seemed to be your name and something else that was incomprehensible but sounded needy enough. His brain felt fogged with pleasure that it felt wrong to think of anything else. He couldn’t think of anything else anyway.

“You look like a loser, wow.” You mumbled, feeling his cock twitch in your hand at how rude you sounded. He swallowed, hesitant at first. “You wont be saying when I have you against the wall,” He managed to say. It sounded like a challenge that you’ve been waiting for.

The thoughts in your head were screaming now, with the added ache in your core that could only be sated by one person. Michael was crazily good at being both a whiny bitch and a freak.

“Do it then,”

And like that, the tables were turned with you completely having him wrapped around your finger as he took this as permission to do whatever he wanted. You let go off his cock, feeling his hand sliding up your inner thigh.

He kept his eyes on you to make sure he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He kept his face as expressionless, all while immediately going to press his thumb onto your clothed clit to make you squirm.

It had your desperate hole squeezing around nothing as you waited for him to actually begin. With how long you two were taking, it surprised you with how nobody was noticing you two were gone. Although being on break, this was taking longer than you expected.

Michael couldn’t wait either. He needed it, just as much as you needed him.

He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had wanted this ever since you stepped into his life as his co-worker. You thought the same.

Unexpectedly, he brought his two fingers up to your mouth, eyes glaring. “Open,” He commanded firmly to which you listened to, opening your mouth wide enough for him to slip his fingers in.

You closed your lips on him, sucking and evenly coating his fingers with just the right amount of saliva. Humming, your eyes glanced up at Michael who felt himself grow even more turned on before if that was even possible. He withdrew his fingers with a pop, watching the trail of saliva that sloppily ran down your chin, your throat then into the crevice in between your breasts.

Michael’s eyes were devastating, they never failed to hungrily take you in, break you down to your very fiber. It was addicting to be so dependant on how he looked at you.

His hand again lowered down to your soaked underwear, pushing aside the lacy fabric to reveal your fluttering core. With how Michael stared ahead into your eyes, he knew just how wet you were already.

Slowly, he slipped the first finger in with ease even though he could’ve just began with two. His hands were big, but his lengthy fingers were huge. Although it was something, it wasn’t enough to please you immediately. With your cunt dampening his palm, he scoffed under his breath. “You’re just asking me for it without even talking,” His eyes wildly scanned your face, expression now amused as the second finger entered you. With how huge his fingers were, two fingers were enough. He idly pumped his fingers in slowly, enjoying listening to the noises of your cunt squelching and squeezing desperately around his fingers as if asking for more. He knew you were.

“Shit,” You choked a moan out, his fingers curling to press his fingertips against your g-spot.

Michael then pulled his fingers back out, quickly cleaning them off, tasting you. “Respond when I talk to you,” He firmly said before attaching his lips to yours again. You reciprocated the kiss, moaning when you had tried to part to breathe only for Michael to pull you back into it immediately again. There was nothing else coming in between just how Michael’s kisses were fervent; your mind clouding with lust and only pleasure.

He finally pulled away, leading you to the far end of the small closet where it wasn’t near the door. The next words that came out of his mouth were what set the dim flame inside you ablaze. It was as if his words were gasoline. Michael’s voice had a low rasp in them that you’d only heard once in your life before when he was impatient.

“Turn around,”

Playing with your bottom lip, this was what you were finally asking for. What you needed.

With no hesitation, you were turned around to face the wall, feeling his hand on your hip; the warmth of his hand seeped through the fabric of your skirt onto your bare skin.

“Hands on the wall,”

The cold air nipped at your bare thighs as you bent over, feeling Michael’s eyes already on them. He hooked his fingers on both sides of your panties, pulling them down and you helped get them fully off. He pocketed them for now.

Anticipation grew when he had scrunched up your skirt, displaying your bare cunt to him.

He stepped an inch closer, levelling himself to be at a perfect height with you. As he swayed a bit, the tip of his cock grazed your entrance, a gasp emitted out of you.

“Condom?” He nervously asked, as he doesn’t really keep some on him while at work. It’d be a disaster and also embarrassing if he dropped it or something. Although for you, you had come always prepared just in case but not in condoms.

“On the pill, it’s fine,” You breathed out, glad you were because you would be able to feel him raw inside you. Unanimous moans and whines escaped both of you when Michael finally decided to ease his way in, although he didn’t need to with his wet you were already. It felt so much more better feeling your plush walls hugging around him. And with this, you swore you could feel every single vein he had and how he twitched.

He cursed under his breath, inching his way more in to finally bottom out inside you. He deliciously stretched you out just perfectly, but he had waited a few seconds just in case you still needed to adjust. Your breaths filed the entire room. “You okay?” He asked, voice soft.

“Yeah, you can move,” You reassured. Michael pulled out fully, before plunging himself into you. A curse was drawn out of you, clinging to the wall for any sense of sanity for what you were currently doing. At work.

You seemed to keep forgetting that.

His tip just kissed your cervix every single time he moved. His quick strokes were enough to leave you winded. He had then created his own pace, which was absolutely ruthless.

The rhythmic sound of skin against skin filled the broom closet, and his belt buckle clinking. The smell of sex had also began to quickly make you lost in your cloud of a proper mindset. There was nothing else you could possibly think about but him.

The way his cock was curved just the right way made it for him to slam himself into your g-spot as he wanted. Tears dampened your mascara covered lashes, messing up your makeup real bad.

You tried your best to not drool with how much you were making noises. Even Michael seemed to be lost in this, his eyes unfocused as his body spoke for himself.

“Fuck, yes,” He mumbled, swallowing. “God, you have no idea what you fucking do to me,” He leaned in close to your ear, feeling how hard you were clenching around him. But that only made him quicken his pace. Michael spoke like his life depended on it, and you loved how talkative he was.

The familiar buildup you knew began, the string slowly becoming taut in your stomach. Michael’s hand sneaked around to massage circles into your sensitive nub which sped up the process. His other hand stayed on your hip, pushing you more against the wall. “Michael, yes,” You gasped out. “Please—fuck, deeper,”

Your legs were ready to collapse with how hard he was going. The tip of his cock grinded deeply into your g-spot, whilst rubbing his thumb against your engorged clit. The string wound itself tighter, the feeling of release finally just at your fingertips. “Michael, I’m going to cum—yes,” You groaned under your breath, feeling him move much more faster than last time in your favour.

“Shit—you’re tight,” He gripped your hip with his free hand. It felt like he was going to bruise them with how hard he was depending on them.

“I’m not going to last, please,” He swallowed hard, breaths short as he stared at the ceiling for a second.

There he went again. It felt like he was blurring the lines in between himself being the one in control and you being in control. “Please make me cum, please,“ His speed gradually increased, losing control of his own body due to the desire to release all of his pent up sexual frustration onto you. His begging only made you grow closer to cumming.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” You rambled, up until you felt the band pulled taut enough to break. The quick flash of pleasure and the release washed over you. A moan was ripped out your throat, ricocheting off the wall in front of you back to Michael.

Michael knew you had already cum with how much your cunt had unevenly fluttered around his still hard cock. Overstimulated, was what you felt when he had continued. But you knew he wasn’t going to last longer with how much his hips stuttered against you.

He rasped your name out, throat raw from making so much noise. You swore both of you didn’t even care about other people hearing you at this point.

“After this, you’re mine, right?” His mind managed to coherently say. He had to know if this was going to be more than just a mistake between two colleagues.

He liked you. A lot. Probably a lot more than you thought, but he did. He wanted to be more than just your co-worker friend.

“Please,”

“Yes,”

This wasn’t the lust talking, this was you. The colleague he works with. And the person who has a crush on him. You were the person whose heart stopped every single time he interacted or even looked in your direction.

“Yes, I’m yours,”

I’m yours.

His.

You were his. That was what was running, echoing, throughout his mind. He was relieved with that answer.

God, he was obsessed with you.

And you didn’t even know it. You thought it was one sided, until now.

“Fuck, yeah?”

With one last thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could into you, ribbons of hot cum spilling inside you. As fast as he came, he didn’t want to make it uncomfortable by staying like this so he pulled out. His eyes couldn’t leave the way your cunt had begin to ooze out his cum.

And then he realized that was going to make a mess, so he looked around in the closet, finding a tissue box. He began to clean up both of your mess, to which you gladly appreciated. Michael’s hands decided to let go of your hips, and you almost stumbled straight to the ground. He quickly caught you though, with a laugh. His usual awkward laugh that you associated with Michael.

“Shit, sorry,” He mumbled, quickly becoming sheepish once again. “Nah, it’s okay,” You held onto his shoulder, watching how flushed his freckled face was still. He flashed a smile, helping you up properly before realizing that you possibly couldn’t go anywhere without something underneath your skirt. He fished your underwear out of his pocket, giving it to you.

You laughed shortly before putting it back on again.

This was way too fun that you both immediately came to your senses at how long you’ve been away. People must’ve been wondering.

Michael cracked open the door, looking around to see nobody in this hallway. Thankfully.

You both sighed out of relief that nobody had known what you two were doing. It would be suspicious to get out of the closet at the same time though, so you knew it was time to part. “I’ll see you around, Michael,” You leaned up to kiss him on the lips quickly before sneaking out of the closet.

“Yeah, I’ll see you,” He whispered, seeing as though you were already far enough to not hear him.

“You should be glad I guarded the goddamn closet,” A familiar voice butted into his train of thought.

Jeremy.

“Wait, what?”

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duffs-balls · 4 months

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The Dilfest 2

SECOND PART OF THE DILFEST YALL

heres the first one

read that first bro or dont idc

TELL ME ID THERES ANY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES PLSSS TELL ME PLS IM BEGGING

WARNINGSSS🙏😱

sex🔥 fingering, dom duff, spanking, teasing, dirty talk (kinda), marking (kinda), pills (painkillers not drugs), hot sexy men (passing out and going mental warning, dont look at the pictures below if u have any heart issues /j)

HOW IS HE SO HOT I NEED HIM TO TIE ME UP

The soft thud of the car door shutting lightly woke me up, but not enough for me to open my eyes or register what is happening.

He softly opens my door and undoes my seatbelt, before grabbing me right under my armpits and lifting me up into his arms. I instinctively wrap my limbs around him. I cling onto him like a koala, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I just keep on sleeping. He closes the door and locks his car before wrapping his arm around me securely.

He grabs the key and unlocks the door, before stepping into his home.

He doesn’t mind carrying me at all. He likes being so close to me and being able to take care of me like this.

He flicks on the lights and locks the door behind him, before making his way upstairs to his bedroom.

He lays me down on the bed, kissing my forehead before taking off my shoes and tossing them onto the floor. He takes off his own shoes and changes into sweatpants and a plain shirt before crawling into the bed.

Sunrays shine through the curtains and onto our entwined bodies. I frown and blink my eyes open. I let out a yell as I feel someone else pressed up to me. I push the person off me and stand up, staring at them in horror. I relax slightly as I see it’s Duff, but before I can do anything, a pounding headache hits me.

It feels like theres a hundred Oompa Loompas banging three big metal tubes on my head. Jesus Christ. I groan and clutch at my head, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Hey, hey, hey. Cmere.” His soft, soothing voice fills my ears, relieving some of the pain. He immediately reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me back into bed.

I snuggle up to him, nestling my face in his neck as I grip onto his shirt. Snuggling up to him at least made me feel a little better. His arms wrap around me protectively, rubbing my back in an attempt to soothe my aches. “Shh, baby.” He murmurs, kissing the top of my head. “You want me to get you some painkillers?” I nod, groaning softly.

He lays me down on my back on his bed, pulling the sheets over me. He presses a lingering kiss to my forehead before he lets go of me, hurrying over to the bathroom, which was connected to his bedroom.

I keep my eyes shut tightly, curling up into a ball as I realise how much warmth and comfort having Duff next to me gave me. And now, that was all gone.

I can faintly hear him rummaging through the cabinets and turning on the faucet.

A few moments later, he walks back into the room and crawls into the bed. He places the medicine and a glass of water on the nightstand, before helping me sit up.

I climb into his lap, not caring if I was being all clingy even when we hadn’t known each other for long. I couldn’t give a shit, I’m feeling horrible and he makes me feel much better, so I’m gonna get as close to him as possible. Period.

“Here.” He says softly as he hands me the pills and the glass of water, he chuckles lightly as I cling to him. I drink the whole glass, not opening my eyes since I knew the bright light would be way too much.

I hand the glass back to him and wrap my arms around him, seeking comfort in him. He hums softly, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “There you go.” He murmurs.

I try to get even closer to him, pressing my body against his and shifting around to make myself as small as possible. He chuckles at my attempts, his arms tightening around me.

I squirm around for a few moments before letting out a frustrated groan, my jeans becoming annoyingly uncomfortable. I roll onto my back and quickly take them off, my eyebrows furrowed.

I move back into Duff’s lap. He chuckles but doesn’t say anything, just holding me again when I move back onto him. “Better?” He whispers. I smile and nod.

We stay like that, cuddled up in bed. Eventually I’d fallen asleep. He’d whisper sweet nothings into my ear every now and then, or caress my body, which I’d do to him too. We’d sometimes change positions. It felt so good to be cuddling with him; he made me feel so safe, and I made him feel safe. It was not awkward or weird at all, it felt right and comfortable.

After hours of cuddling and slumbering, falling in and out of sleep, I speak up. “You hungry?” My voice is soft and slightly groggy, although my grogginess is nothing compared to his. His voice sounds like a deep rumble from a motorcycle, even more than it normally does. “Yeah. We can make breakfast if you want.”

His voice is so sexy. I feel butterflies in my stomach, and heat pools between my legs. I brush it off for some reason and nod with a smile.

We both get out of bed and grab each other’s hand as he leads me downstairs. I look down at our entwined hands, feeling even more butterflies in my belly. My eyes travel up before locking onto his back. He’s so broad, like a Doritos chip. Then I look at his arms. His tattoos are so beautiful, and his biceps are huge.

I speed up and start walking next to him. He smiles down at me as I get closer to him, before opening the door to the living room and kitchen. We don’t say anything, and that’s okay. I don’t like to talk much in the morning, anyway.

We walk into the kitchen and I jump up onto the counter, watching him as he opens the fridge in search for something to eat for breakfast.

I suddenly feel an urge, an itch for him. I grab his arm and pull him between my legs, wrapping them around him and trapping him inside them. We both lean in, no words needing to be said as we both knew what we wanted.

He brushes his lips over mine gently, before deepening the kiss. His strong arms slip around my waist, pulling me closer against him. I tangle my hands in his wavy, blond hair, deepening the kiss even more by pulling on the strands.

I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, even though we’re just kissing. That doesn’t last too long. His big, strong, possessive hands wander down to my ass, squeezing and groping. I moan into his mouth, feeling his cock growing harder against my cunt through our clothes.

I can’t help but grind against his dick, moving my legs up higher to wrap around his waist. He groans into the kiss, his hands gripping my ass tighter. His lips become demanding and hungry, his tongue slipping inside to explore my mouth. My heart is racing in my chest, my breath coming in short, almost gasp-like breaths. He suddenly lifts me off the counter and slams me against the now closed fridge, making me gasp. I didn’t know he had this rough side to him, although I could’ve figured. One of his hands moves to squeeze my tit. I moan, arching my back into his touch. He keeps me pressed against the fridge, holding me up as my legs are still wrapped around him. His hand moves down to tease at the waistband of my panties, a smirk appearing on his face as he hears my needy whine. “So eager.” “Please..” It’s never to early to beg. He grins devilishly and slips his hand inside, rubbing at my clit in circles with his middle finger before sliding his fingers along my wet folds. I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. He plays around with my pussy for a few moments, before finally slipping one finger inside. He starts to move in and out slowly, his other hand still groping at my breast. His thumb rubs lazy circles around my clit, making me let out moan after moan. I’d never felt so good, and this was only the beginning. He starts to trail kisses down my jaw, and then my neck. He sucks and nibbles, staying on the same spot for a bit to create a mark before moving down further. He lifts my shirt up and kisses the part of my breasts that aren’t covered by my bra. With one hand still working on my pussy, he can’t take it off. He grunts in frustration, suddenly thrusting his finger deeper inside me than before. “Take it off.” He growls. I immediately let go of his hair and take off my shirt, tossing it onto the floor before unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor too. He growls and takes my nipple into his mouth the second it’s exposed, sucking and tonguing it. I let out high-pitched, whine-y moans, my hands moving to tug on his hair again. He adds another finger into my wet hole, curling them to find my sweet spot. He abuses that spot relentlessly, making my back arch and my thighs shake. “Duff!” I moan, my hips bucking against his hand eagerly. My moans turn into gasps, my eyes rolling back as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. His movements become faster and more intense, hitting my sweet spots in all the right ways. I can’t even manage to warn him as I cum all over his fingers. I cry out his name, my hands clawing at his back. I arch my back off the fridge, my hips grinding against him uncontrollably. I pant as I catch my breath, my head tilted back to rest against the fridge. He smirks and slowly pulls his sticky fingers out of me, grabbing my jaw with his other hand and forcing me to look at him. “Open.” He orders, tilting his head back slightly. I look at him with hazy, satisfied but lustful eyes. I part my lips, my eyes falling closed as he sticks his fingers inside my mouth. “Good girl.. Lick ‘em clean.” He breathes out, his eyes fixated on my lips and expression. I eagerly lick and suck on his fingers, slightly cringing at the taste of myself but liking the feeling of his fingers in my mouth and him controlling me too much to care.

“That’s a good girl.” He growls and pulls his fingers out, suddenly putting me down on the floor. My legs feel like jelly, shaking and making me stumble. He leans down to whisper in my ear, his hands resting on my hips possessively. “Bend over the counter.” He growls. My breath hitches and I obey, turning to the kitchen island and bending over it. My breathing is heavy and deep, my heartbeat racing in anticipation. He moves behind me, his hand reaching out to run along my sensitive pussy. He suddenly smacks my ass, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. I can hear him cursing under his breath, feeling his gaze burning into my ass. I spread my legs further and stick my ass out, hiding my face in the crook of my arm. He smacks my ass once again, before pressing himself against me, his big hands gripping my hips to pull me back against him. He bends down, pressing open-mouthed kissed along my shoulders and neck. “You want this?” He whispers in his low, sultry voice. I nod frantically, my arm reaching behind my head and wrapping around his neck, while my other hand rests on the counter and supports my body weight. “Say it.” “Yes.. Please, Duff..” I whimper, feeling his hard cock poking into my ass through his sweatpants. “Please, what?” I groan, growing frustrated as he keeps me waiting for way longer than I wanted. “Please fuck me!” He smirks and sinks his teeth down into my skin, right where my shoulder meets my neck. He pushes down his pants and boxers, his dick jumping free and pressing against my ass. He moves his hand between my thighs and spreads them apart, before grabbing my hips and forcefully tilting them back. He suddenly slams into me without warning, making me cry out. He grunts at the feeling of my tight, hot cunt stretching around him. He starts moving in and out, slowly at first, but he quickly speeds up. The sound of his hips smacking against my ass, the wet squelching of my pussy and our moans, grunts and gasps fill the room, which fade into the background as he fucks me into oblivion. His hips move fast and hard, his cock hitting spots inside me I never thought to be possible. He holds onto my hips and pulls me back onto his dick with each relentless thrust. “Fuck, baby. So tight. Such a good girl for me, taking my cock like this. Fuck, yeah.” He murmurs breathlessly between hot kisses all across my shoulders and back. I moan his name uncontrollably, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts. “Gonna come inside your pretty little cunt. Come with me, babe..” He lets out a shuddering growl as he slams into me harder and harder, exploding inside me. I cry out in ecstasy as he fucks me over the edge, coating his cock in my come. He pants as he slows down, his forehead falling against my shoulder. His hair sprawls across my sweaty back, his breath fanning over my skin with each pant. After a few moments, he pulls out, our combined juices dripping down my thighs and his cock. He flips me around to face him, leaning in to kiss me messily. His big hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, rubbing my heel up and down the back of his legs. I pull back and bury my face in his neck with a breathless chuckle. “Jesus Christ.” I murmur. He laughs softly, his arm sliding around my waist. “Let’s take a shower.” He murmurs into my hair. I make a small sound of approval, kissing his neck. Right when I’m about to pull away so I can walk to the bathroom, he picks me up. I yelp and laugh, burying my grinning face back into the crook of his neck. He carries me bridal style, a big, charming grin on his face. I giggle and look up at him, leaning in to place some kisses on his neck and jaw.

PH MY GOD IM GONAN FUCKING KILL MUSELD YHIS SHIT IS PISSING ME OFF I HAD SM ISSUES TRUING TO DUPLICATE THE TEXT CAUSE I WAS GONNA MAKE A MALE VERSION BIT I SLreaDY STOPPED OKAY NO IMNNOT EVEN EXPLIANINF THIS IM SORRY THE KAST PARTS ARE ALL STICKED TOGETHER AND THE FIRST ONE IDNT BUT IM TOO POSSED OFF TO FIC IT SORRY GUYS

anyway here u go uhh i dont have much to say tbh i dont think ill write a third part but we’ll see

i probably will be writing more other duff fics though

IM WORKINF ON A BUGGER ONE RN ALSO ABT DUFF BUT I WANN AHAVE IT COMPLETELY FINISHED BEFORE I POST IT SO THAYLL TAKE A WHILEEEE LIKE MONTHS OR SMTH SO IDK

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