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mxeve0 · 11 months ago

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Atticus Finch X Virgin! Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v, hair pulling, slight degradation??? idk we'll see.

Context: You babysit for Jem and Scout sometimes, whenever Atticus calls, but this time he calls for a different reason. Also it's your first time but he doesn't know that.

Grab a glass of water or smthn and settle down cos this one is LONGGG

Not Just A Baby-sitter

also he is so this song argue with the wall

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It wasn't often that you were called over to the Finch's house, but when you were it was usually just to watch Jem and Scout, to make sure they didn't burn the house down or anything. However, when Atticus rang you a couple minutes earlier, during the middle of the day when the kids were at school, you couldn't help but wonder why.

You knocked on the door, straightening out a crease in your skirt as you waited. The door opened, Atticus stood in the doorway, looking, well, not his best. His hair was ruffled and messy, his glasses were askew, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, as well as his...fly? You looked away quickly, hoping he didn't notice how your eyes trailed down him, examining him carefully. However, he didn't seem to have noticed as he grabbed your arm, pulling you into the house and shutting the door behind you.

"Sorry about this doll," he said quickly, sliding his hand down your arm to grab your hand, leading you into the kitchen. "It's just, I've got a problem you see, and, well, it could use a woman's touch," he explained, the colour of his cheeks darkening slightly as he did so.

"No, it's alright," You said softly, curiosity lacing your voice. As the two of you reached the opposite end of the kitchen, Atticus spun you around, pinning you against the counters now behind you. You start to gasp, but you were cut off as he abruptly pressed his lips against yours. As one of his hands reached up and caressed your jaw, and the other snaked it's way around your waist, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the bulge that threatened to spill out of his open fly.

The pair of you broke apart, breathing heavily as you look up at him through your lashes. Behind his glasses, his eyes were soft and compassionate, glossed over with sympathy and...guilt? His hands found their way to the zip on the back of your dress, undoing it slowly.

"If, at any point, you want to stop, we can," Atticus said as the zip reached the end. You smiled at his gentlemanly-ness, slipping the dress off and kicking it away. Wrapping your hands back around his neck, you watch as he examines your body, trailing his fingers down you gently. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips for a second, before he quickly places them back on yours.

You reach one hand up into his hair, tugging at it gently, whilst your other hand reached down his back, pulling him closer towards you. His shirt is rough against your bare skin, which his hands continue to explore. Atticus pauses the kiss to lift you up onto the kitchen counter. As you wrap your legs around his waist, you let go of his hair and start to undo the rest of his shirt buttons. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, begging for entry, which you allow.

His hot breath travels down your throat and you can taste a slight hint of red wine, whilst his hands reach behind you to undo your bra. You slip his shirt off and throw it, along with your bra, vaguely in the same direction as your dress. Atticus pulls away and rests his head on your shoulder. For those few seconds, all that could be heard was the heavy breathing that came from both of you.

"Have you been drinking?" You ask in between deep breaths. He looks up at you with puppy eyes and smiles gently.

"I may have had a glass of two, but I'm completely sober if that's what you're worried about," he says as his hands begin to fondle your breasts. You rest your head on top of his as he bites and pulls at the skin around your collarbone, leaving small marks.

As you trace your hands up and down his back, Atticus moves his hands away and replaces them with his mouth. He pulls gently, biting slightly a few times, but not enough to hurt. In fact, as his mouth continues to work on your breasts, you can feel a heat rising in the pit of your stomach, and your hands begin to mindless tug at the top of his trousers. Feeling your neediness, his mouth comes back up to meet yours, smiling as he kisses you passionately.

"Yeah~?" He says teasingly, grabbing your hands with his and using them to push his trousers down, just enough to make room for his bulge. Your eyes widen automatically as you take in the size of it, and you quickly try to regain composure. You feel his smile as he presses his lips against yours, his hands coming up to support your neck.

Pressing your lower shin into his crotch, Atticus moans quietly, letting you deepen the kiss, exploring his mouth with your tongue. Reaching up, you guide his hands down to your bare thighs. His hands were rough, but his movements were gentle and soft as he squeezed your thighs, ever so slowly moving closer towards your panties.

You pull away from him, breathing heavily as you rest your head on his shoulder. Looking down, you hooked a finger of the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal more of his happy-trail. Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you nuzzle into his neck, attempting to hide away as you pull the waistband all the way down. You feel as his dick springs up against his stomach, and you can't help but trace your fingers up and down, realising how big it actually is. You hear Atticus laugh breathlessly, so you look up to meet his gaze.

"Your face is getting warm," he smiles, looking down at you through his glasses. He pushes his hips forward, his dick gently grazing the wet fabric of your panties. You moan involuntarily, pushing your head back into his neck. Atticus kisses the back of your neck, slipping his fingers into your wet folds, earning another moan from you, which was muffled by his neck.

"Please~ Atticus," you whispered, trying to push your hips forward on the counter in an attempt to get some more friction.

"Alright," he smiled, wrapping his hands underneath your thighs, picking you up off of the counter. Placing you on the floor, Atticus spun you around by your waist and pushed the top of your back gently, bending you over the counter. You gasp as the cold countertop presses against your tits. Atticus pushes your legs further apart, and you can't help but feel slightly vulnerable in this position. "Are you ready?" He asks as you feel his dick graze lightly over your pussy. You nod and hum in approval.

"Sweetheart I'm not going any further until you say it," he says, leaning over you, his chest warm against your back. "Are you ready?"

"Yes- ah," you reply, feeling his tip brush against your folds. Atticus hums softly, standing back up straight and grabbing your hips to align himself. You bite your lip as he pushes his dick into you, stretching you out as he moves slowly. It hurt, but it was bearable. His pelvis is warm against your ass as he pushes his dick in as far as he can. Your back seems to arch automatically, as your brows furrow whilst you moan. Atticus stays still for a while whilst you get used to the feeling. You begin to rock back and forth gently, silently begging him for some kind of friction, which he allows.

He pumps into you, slowly at first whilst his hands grip your hips and thighs. You rest your head on the counter while you grip the edge of it tightly, breathing heavily and moaning involuntarily. Hearing Atticus whisper little praises made you realise that you'd never done this before, and you never would have imagined it would have felt this good.

"Ah, good girl~" He whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. You whimper faintly as his grip on your hips and thighs tighten. Propping yourself up on your arm, you try to turn around to look at Atticus, but the position stops you from looking at him properly. Noticing this, he moves one hand and presses down on your lower back to keep you in place whilst he grabs your jaw with his other hand, forcing you to look at him.

"You want to watch me ruin you? Hmm?" He teased, his voice laced with lust in a way that made you melt. He let go of you, and your head seems to whip back around. His hand reached up and tangled around your hair, pulling your hair hard, forcing you to lean your head back. A moan escapes your throat as he pumps into you at a steady pace. You listen as he whispers little things under his breath, and how your breathing becomes heavy.

"Att- ah~ Atticus, please go- go slower," you beg as your legs shake uncontrollably. He lets go of your hair and your head flops down onto your arms. Resting his hands in the middle of your back, Atticus slows down to a gentle pace, allowing you to catch your breath.

"You alright doll? I didn't...hurt you did I?" He asks, leaning over you slightly. You shake your head.

"No, I've just, never done this, before," you manage to say between heavy breaths. The air is quiet and heavy with thick tension as Atticus stops completely, pulling himself out of you and pulling your shoulders to stand you up straight.

"You've never...oh my," he mumbles as you turn around to look at him. One hand is resting on his hip while his other hand fidgeted with his glasses. You could see through the lenses that his eyes were glazed with guilt.

"What's wrong? You know, I'm glad that my first time is with you," You smile, desperate to continue. Reaching up, you grab his hand and bring it down, placing it in between your thighs. He smiles and chuckles quietly to himself. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks as his fingers work in between your folds.

"Alright darlin'," Atticus says, wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up. You connect your lips to his as he places you down on the kitchen table gently. As the two of you separate from the kiss, he pushes you back down slowly, keeping one hand on your back to stop you from falling.

You rest your head against the wood as he pushes your legs apart, lining himself back up with you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands grip the edge of the table as his pushes into you. His dick went in easier this time, but it was still a little tight.

As his hips meet yours, Atticus leans over you, grabbing your hand and bringing it above your head, interlocking your fingers with his. You wrap your other hand around his neck to steady yourself.

He pumps into you at a steady pace, slower than before, but still hitting the right spot. Your legs tighten around him and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the involuntary noises that escaped your throat.

"Ah- you sound so good- sweetheart," he whispers, leaving little kisses along your neck. Your back arches as you feel an unexplainable sensation building in the pit of your stomach. You whisper his name, it being the only thing you can manage to say. He groans above you, letting go of your hand and gripping your hips. His grip is tight, and you know it would leave bruises later, but you were too overwhelmed to focus on that right now.

"Oh, Atti-" Your voice catches in your throat and your lower back lifts off the table and your legs shake wildly. He smiles and loosens his grip on your hips, watching you come down from your high.

You sigh and wipe away the few tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes. As your breathing slows, you sit up on your elbows, your gaze meets his. Atticus pulls himself out of you, groaning quietly as his dick throbs. He was close, you could tell.

You slide off the table, sitting on your knees, your eyes level with his dick. His hand reaches down and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"Now be a doll and make sure I finish, won't you?" He asks, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your heart skipped a beat; you had never seen him so demanding before. You were going to, of course. It was the whole reason he called you after all.

Reaching your hand up, you wrap it around his hard cock, pumping it slowly. You rest your other hand on his thigh, continuing to stroke is dick, occasionally pausing to graze your thumb over the head.

Atticus tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping it firmly and pushing the tip to your lips. You take the head into your mouth. Continuing to pump his shaft, you use the tip of your tongue to tease his slit, earning a stifled moan from him. He pushes your head further down. You gag a little as it touches the back of your throat, and Atticus apologises, slightly letting go of your hair.

As you continue to bob your head up and down, you could feel his cock throbbing in your throat. His breath was becoming quick and shallow; you could tell he was close.

"Ah~ darlin' I'm gonna- oh god." Atticus groans as he thrusts into your throat. You can feel the cum hit the back of your throat, and you try to pull away but he holds you still. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving a small string of cum behind. He smiles as he watches you swallow.

"Stay there sweetheart, I'll get you cleaned up," he says, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hum quietly and sit back against the leg of the table, watching as he gets you a glass of water. If you weren't sure before, you were definitely sure that you loved him now.

#Spotify #smut #x reader #atticus #atticus finch

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saturnxlust · 4 months ago

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Can you do an Atticus x Reader where he pounds the absolute soul of Jesus out of us and telling us to be quiet so we don’t wake the kids up. ☺️ you can do whatever at the end…😉😉 ty 💚

I reckon

Late night love❤️

Atticus Finch x Fem!Reader

He sighed and placed down the papers he was once holding and frowned, he heard the pitter patter of feet before scout ran in and smiled at him. Atticus stood up and walked up to scout and lifted her, as he made his way to her room he noticed you in the kitchen, presumably making something for his lunch the next day. Tucking scout in and telling her a story about her original mother before making his way to you, standing behind you and holding your waist, he swayed with you while peppering kisses along your neck, the soft music in the background adding to the ambiance of the rain. Slowly pulling you into his bedroom, he worked your clothes off until both of your clothes were in a pile on the floor. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away to admire you, laying you gently on the bed while he worked you up, kissing your stomach and chest, his lips latching around one of your nipples and his fingers twisting the other, eliciting a beautiful moan that he swore could make him cum in his pants. Pulling away to leave sloppy wet kisses down your front until he got to where you needed him the most, placing a kiss on your clit which made you whine, he chuckled and licked a stripe up your folds, gathering your slick on his tongue before swallowing it and humming happily as you squirmed and bucked your hips up for more. He found your neediness entertaining but he wasnt going to torture you, instead he delved into you, sucking and lapping at your folds like a starved man, gently nibbling your clit, maintaining eye contact with you. He brought a finger up and pressed it inside your hole, working you open more before pushing another finger in, he was now kitten licking your clit as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, stretching you, preparing you. You felt your release building up and by the time it arrived you were a panting and moaning mess, he pulled hid fingers out and licked them clean, moving up to hover over you, kissing your neck and whispering praises in your ear as he slowly sunk into you. Once he had bottomed out and was sure you had adjusted he began thrusting, finding out very quickly that the bed is extremely creaky, he cussed slightly and stood with you still in his arms, pressing you against the closest wall and continuing his thrusts. Before long you felt your end coming again and you could tell he was also, his hips were stuttering and he was getting sloppy as he moaned into your ear, praising you for how good you were taking him. He huffed and plunged deep inside you releasing his seed deep within you, making you slam your hand over your mouth to muffle the scream that was ripped from you as your legs shook around him, he chuckled and panted as he carried you to the bed, setting you down gently and going to fetch a cloth to clean you with. Wiping you down he couldnt help but smile as your wriggled, no doubt sensitive. After wiping himself off he flopped next to you, turning the lamp off and pulling you closer to him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled you up to face him for a kiss, your lips moving in sync as you slowly dozed off, pulling away to rest your head on his arm.

#atticus #to kill a mockingbird #finch #x reader

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