#cherry stem knots

[god-of-this-new-blog]

EXCUSE ME. I am in the middle of trying to disarm a bomb sir?

[lelianaslefthand]

when your troublemaking protege is back after being put in timeout for fucking up big but you're not allowed to show genuine emotion or blatant favoritism as if you havent been noticeably crashing out over them not being there for the past year

[shadoedseptmbr]

can't even begin to explain how important Twin Peaks was to me, a weird kid, back when. it was so wonderfully weird

rip David Lynch

[wittymumbledon]

welp since people seemed to like that heavymedic drawing y'all can have some stoopid lil doodles (affectionate) that were inspired by it

[whotookmysenbon]

Do you have a favorite ANBU? Or are you just neutral? This is much needed information!

I cannot answer this question without getting assassinated (me. I’m the best. I got a fucking raccoon mask and poison)

[dark-elf-writes]

Would an evil man really be tonguing that sucker in front of me?

Shoichi, probably: no man with a tongue game that strong could be evil. I refuse to believe it

[that-darn-clown]

A minor victory

[solarmorrigan]

I am the person who absentmindedly ties cherry stems, like I just think it’s fun to do and I do it all the time !! And like I know people do it to flirt but it only just occurred to me that maybe people have been thinking I was flirting ……this whole time…….same with unfeeling starburst in my mouth…..my friends and I learned to do that for fun as kids

My guy. Listen.

The year is 2012. It is summer. I am bored.

My mother has just purchased an entire bag of cherries.

I look at the bag sitting in the fridge and think to myself, "Well why the fuck not," and I start pulling stems off.

It takes a lot of trial and error and more spitty cherry stems than I'm comfortable admitting to, but I figure it out! Knot in a cherry stem!

I tuck my new, thoroughly useless skill in my back pocket and forget the entire thing.

Fast forward a year, and I am at work. My first job. I'm a server at a pancake house that may or may not be international. I have a table of about five men in military fatigues asking if we have any cherries.

"Uh. We have maraschino cherries?"

"Do they have stems?"

"Yyyyes?"

"Great, we need a bowl of those."

And since the pancake house is a lawless place, I bring them a bowl of maraschino cherries. No charge, because I'm curious. Also I don't know how to ring up a bowl of cherries. One of them deigns to explain that they're seeing who can tie a knot in a cherry stem, and without thinking, I reply, "Oh! I can do that!"

The table erupts. It is at that point that I remember this is technically a flirting trick. I regret everything.

Half the men are demanding that I demonstrate. The other half are insisting they not get me in trouble at work. I side with the latter, not least because it's been a year since I attempted it, and I've probably forgotten how to do it.

I escape the encounter without having to demonstrate and I still get slightly better tips than usual. (Judging from the number of knotted cherry stems left on the table, not very many of them were able to figure it out.)

So anyway, I getcha, dude. I getcha.

[malka-lisitsa]

Jessie's painting her toenails, not even looking up at Katherine before asking "If you were a fruit, which one would you be?"

"I think... a cherry."

"Because they get the most tongue action."

[callmebigbro]

Hey freaks, send me some asks

[melpcmene]

maybe i was re-watching dylan is in trouble commentary on friends and seeing the rachael bit of her trying to tie the stem of a cherry with her tongue and almost choking on it, and so what if i imagined jay doing the same thing as he tried to impress his crush, so what

[luveline]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬

You’re in love with Spencer from the minute he gets you in his bed. [4k]

c: fem/afab. smut mdni, p in v sex, oral, fluff, aftercare, early intense feelings, spencer in sweetheart mode, flirting.

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It’s a cold day in November when you see him across the bar. He’s sitting at a table of friends drinking from a tall glass of coke. He’s normal. Non-imposing, undeniably cute, laughing with a smile that shows his teeth. His tie is to his belt and his suit jacket’s been thrown over the back of the chair. 

He looks like he might have fun with you, if you can catch his attention. Something about him seems… eager to please. 

You watch him, and you watch his friend. He seems more your usual type, muscled, confident. He’s the key. You let your gaze linger on the curly-haired boy until the friend glances your way. You give him a look. Hey, who’s your friend?

You look away once you see an arm rise. There’s elbowing, arguing. You sit relaxed at the bar and twists your straw through cherry spritz, ice cubes tinkling. After a minute you think, Oh, come on. After two you worry you aren’t his type. 

Then comes salvation. The curly haired boy slots between your seat and the next, beckoning the bartender forward with a nearly perfect, “Excuse me?” 

“Right there with you.”

You wait. He seems cute, but you’re not trying to take him home if he doesn’t have the chops for it. And not because you see yourself as some deadly thing to be pleased, but you can’t spend another night fluffing someone else’s feathers. 

“Hey,” he says finally, surprisingly without the nerves you’d read before. He must’ve breathed through them. “How’s it going?” 

You lift your gaze from the dark purple of your spritz. The first thing you notice are the beauty marks you couldn’t see before, along his cheeks and hiding among a light shadow of stubble. “Hi, handsome,” you say softly. You can’t imagine him liking a firm touch, but that might become more apparent later on. “Nothing’s going on, I suppose I was just waiting for you.” 

“Yeah?” he asks. 

“Mm-hm.” 

He puts one arm on the bar. You let your eyes dawdle on his hand. “Are you here alone?” 

“I was with a friend,” you confess, lifting your gaze to his, making steady eye contact for as long as he’ll allow you to. His gaze flits to your mouth as you continue. “But she met somebody. I was told not to wait up.” 

“So you’re in need of company?” 

You tip your head to give him the best glance at you, all eyes and gentle smiles as you nod. “Would that be you?” 

“What are you drinking?” 

“Cherry spritzer.” 

“Can I buy you another one?” 

“Just one, please.” You believe in the overarching reach of sexuality, of being with someone, but you don’t believe in drinking and sex, nor allowing a man to pave the way. “This is my first. If I have more than that I’ll be too tipsy to do what I want tonight.” 

“What’s that?” he asks. 

You tap your nose. The boy —the man— to your delight, seems to like the gesture very much. 

The bartender approaches. Your unknown, lovely looking man asks for a coke and a cherry spritzer, extra cherries, though you didn’t tell him too. He nods to your little plate of cherry stems and asks, “Can you tie a knot?” But before you can answer, he adds, “I’m good at it.” 

Spencer proves to be good at a few things. Kissing, touching, his face in sweet places and his spit-wet thumb to a nerve. One moment you’re sitting at the bar wondering if he’ll take you home and the next you’re taking a taxi, you’re lying in his bed being stripped of your stockings, being laid on top of. You didn’t know he had it in him, this sweaty, adoring kissing in the dark; there’s a difference between kissing for hunger’s sake and kissing with love, and for some strange reason Spencer doesn’t seem to know the difference. 

“Have we met before?” you ask, the ache between your legs sharper than ever as his hand flirts with the boundary of your stomach and the apex of you, begging to go back there and prolong what he’d started. 

“No.” His lips are on your neck, kissing as he slips a finger behind your ear. “I’d remember.”

His chest pushes into yours again, triggering a breathy gasp as the button of your nipple takes the brunt of him. He turns your face, that flirting hand abandoning your wanting cunt to squeeze at your sides, your ribs, the soft hill of your breast. 

“Do you wanna cum again?” he asks softly. The best part is that he’s earnest, not a second of bravado in it as he lays his lips against your cheek. 

You could. He’d done stuff with his mouth you’ve never experienced before, fingertips teasing your wetness as he told you something about tantrics and pleasure, his hand under your knee, holding you open. You’d felt so suddenly out of control and —and honestly, you’d thought yourself half in love with him for the way he was kissing you alone. No shyness, but softness. No rushing, no annoyance when it took you time to tip into pleasure. He’d been delighted when you seized, had sat up to draw the climax out with circles, matching pace to your rising chest. 

You slip a hand into his curls and treat him with the same sweetness he’d given you, kissing him like you love him: for whatever time this is, you really do. He’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever fucked. All it took to meet was a snowstorm and a need to escape the rigid cold. 

“I think you should fuck me now,” you say, scratching his scalp lightly, not so frantic, no more pulling. “Please.”

He kisses you, kisses your jaw, and doesn’t pretend he isn’t eager as he snatches the condom from the dresser. For a while things are giggly and breathless, nervous for a pause, then achingly tight. You stay and Spencer wraps his arms behind you, kissing your neck as you let your leg fall to the side. 

“When did you tell me your name?” you ask, breathless again as his kiss matches his rhythm, slow grinds of his hips, flirting as his hand had been, just a few inches from filling you completely. 

“I don’t remember,” he says through a kiss.

“Spencer.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I just thought I’d try it,” you say, covering your eyes with your hand as his hips flex and he touches that worst part of you over, and over, and over. 

Spencer turns your face to take your hand, slowing to a crawl. He checks your gaze, and sinks into you again. Slow fucking, long kisses, his hands rubbing up the juncture of your neck and down again, then stroking your arms, comfort for a pain you don’t feel. 

“What do you want me to do?” he asks quietly. 

“Just this.” 

“No, but what do you want?” he asks, lips pulled into a smile that didn’t quite make it into a laugh. “What feels best? I can get you there again.” 

So you end up more on your side than your back. He helps you lift a leg over his hip and then he’s back to kissing you senseless. You can’t think of anything but being kissed, being fucked, it doesn’t just feel like an okay pastime with a vaguely handsome guy heightened by a drink, it’s fucking with intent. He curls an arm behind your back to hold you against him and he lets you have everything. 

Something must give you away, a shaking leg, the way you breathe; he knows you’re ready before you do, kissing down your chest as his hand sinks between your hot thighs. Slick or not, he finds where he wants to touch, your eyes filling with heat as he slows. 

He draws it out. The second his lips find your chest you trip into cumming for the second time. You hadn’t realised he was close but you cum and he quickly follows, his nose at your collar. He sounds insane. Beggy, breathy moans, a shade from laughter.

“Can I keep going?” he asks just under your ear. 

You can’t say yes fast enough. He’s kind, ignoring your desperate tone. 

You don’t count the number of times you fuck that night. It’s not clear, really. They aren’t separate occasions. You come down and he’s stroking the skin of your neck as you catch your breath, drawing lines down your arm, murmuring, “You okay?” as you nod and slip a hand behind his back. 

He hugs you like he’s known you for years. When you kiss his blushing chest, kiss downward, he turns breathless. It goes on like that for a while. Afterwards, he situates himself between your legs and lets his weight force your thighs into your abdomen, just enough to feel the pressure, searching kisses pressed to your knee. 

It’s not that you fuck all night, it’s just different than before. And when he encourages you under his sheets to lay behind you, there’s a part of you that wants his hand to stray between your legs again, no matter how tired you are. 

“I’d say sorry for keeping you up, but you sounded like you liked it,” he murmurs in the dark, wrapping a solid arm around your stomach and pulling you tightly to him.

You have no regrets. For perhaps the first time ever, it feels as though all your gasps and teary sighs were adored, and not just smugly kept. “You didn’t notice me falling asleep?” 

He laughs at your teasing, his breath kissing the back of your neck. “When did that happen?” 

“…I don’t want to fall asleep, now.” 

“You don’t have to… I can make you a cup of tea, or…” He draws another line down your arm, ending in a swirl before your elbow. “You could shower.” 

Both sound nice, but no. Your legs are still weak from being held, the ache of a good fuck taking home in your stomach. Truthfully, nothing could make you wanna leave whatever it is he’s doing to you now. The shape of his lips warms your shoulder. 

“That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” he says, wrapping you up all over again. He can’t decide how to hold you. You grab his hand and keep it there under your breasts, letting your eyes flutter closed. 

How can he say that? He has this strange way of touching that’s making you feel yards prettier than you usually do, and he’d just fucked you like a dream. You couldn’t manage that sort of pleasure alone. 

“Where have you been hiding?” you whisper, toying with his fingers. Might as well do everything you can while you can. 

“Nowhere.” 

“So where have you been?” 

He takes a breath. “Turn around?”

You begin turning and he takes you like a dance, leaning in slowly to kiss you, until his smoothness gives way to a smile. He pulls back. In the barest lick of light from the window, you can see a blush spreading across his nose. 

“Sorry. I should ask, I shouldn’t just kiss you,” he says, cupping your cheek. 

How might you go about marrying this boy? You decide to play it cool, kissing him until you fall asleep in his arms, your lips still parted for another lazy press of his as he pulls the sheets over your shoulders. 

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You wake to something new. There isn’t a man against you hinting for a morning tryst, nor an empty bed, a note to let yourself out when you’re ready. There’s a real, gentle hand on your neck. It slides to your shoulder and rubs. 

“You okay?” a voice asks. 

You force your eyes open, blurry vision further occluded by a face. 

His hair is damp. Like he showered a while ago. Spencer’s hand travels to the back of your neck and touches accordingly. “I wouldn’t have bothered you, but it’s almost one. I was worried you might be sick.” 

You close your eyes, smiling, better when he scratches the back of your neck with short nails. “I was up late.” 

“I know, I’m  sorry.” 

You wait for him to tell you why you have to leave, any manner of excuse, but nothing comes. 

“So are you? Okay?” he asks gently. 

“I’ll leave soon.” 

“That’s not what I’m trying to say. If you’re not sick, you can go back to sleep.” 

“And just lay in your bed all day,” you murmur, disbelieving. 

“If you wanted to. Or… you can shower, and I can make you something to eat.” His thumb takes to your cheek. One night stand sex can’t be something he does often, or there’s a real possibility that he’s the first man to ever do it right.

His eyes are so much bigger than you realised. “Do you wear glasses?” 

He stammers, embarrassed, “How would you guess that?” 

You raise a hand to his face and draw a short line against his nose. “You have the marks here. Were you reading?” 

“Just while I was waiting for you.” 

“What do you do?” 

“What?” 

“I didn’t ask what you do, I don’t think we managed to ask each other much of anything,” you say, rewarded for your vulnerability with a chest-aching smile, his canine teeth peeking from under his lips. He still looks kissed, lips a shade of sore you’re sure you’d see on yourself in the mirror. 

“I work for the government,” he says, catching your hand to cradle your wrist, “for something called the behavioural analysis unit.” 

“Like, statistics?” 

He lets your hand fall against his chest, a thin grey t-shirt under your knuckles failing to hide the shapes of him, of which you’d explored at length last night. You kissed as much of his chest as you could and it hadn’t felt like enough, Spencer leaner than you’d realised with a stomach on the soft side, easy to kiss relentlessly. 

Your mouth is drying thinking about it. Spencer watches you wordlessly, before saying, “I guess it is like statistics, especially for me. We try to think about serial criminals in terms of their motives. It’s an attempt at math for something not usually quantitative.” 

“And you’re good at it.” 

“I’m good at math, yeah.” 

“Probability of a,” —your breath betrays you, slightly too hopeful as it catches— “morning kiss if I brush my teeth first?” 

His eyes light up. He leans down carefully, and gives you a chaste, firm kiss. 

You forget that you’re naked, not worried about being shy. The sheets fall away from you as you lift up to meet him. He holds them to your naked waist, the other hand skirting just below your breast. You wish he’d touch you like he did last night, but he isn’t so forward. His kiss is kind. You frown as he pulls away. 

“I had a really great time, last night,” he says, tip of his thumb setting your nerves aflame as it drifts over your skin. “Really great.” 

“Me too.” 

“And you’re okay?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Nothing hurts?” he asks. 

“No, of course not.” Your confusion clears. “No, you weren’t like that. I think my legs might be aching but that’ll go away in the shower.” 

“I can run you a bath, if you want. It’s a half bath so you might not be able to stretch out, but it’ll help.” He gives you a smile. The familiarity between you doesn’t want to ebb. 

“Shouldn’t have showered without me,” you say, soft, lest playful be something he doesn’t want on a new day. 

“My hair was greasy. Someone kept touching it.” 

You sit up. Spencer’s hands fall to yours.

It’s hard not to play with someone’s hair when it’s in their face, and when they’re trailing kisses in warm places. He doesn’t blame you really, you can see it in his eyes. 

For a pause, you just sit. 

This is nice. Not being thrown out, left with that aching gap in your chest like you gave something you hadn’t intended when it started. Sex will never be easy again, you realise, not when you know it can be good. 

“You’re not working today, are you?” you ask. 

“No, why?” he asks in turn, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

“Maybe we…” He waits. He’s pretty enough to force your hand. “We could get to know each other,” you say, gaze taking refuge on his hands. “If you want to.” 

”Really?” 

“I’ve never had that with someone. Maybe we’re, I don’t know, compatible in more ways than one.” You remember yourself, lifting your head, startled by the sheer want in his expression as he holds your fingers. “You’re handsome, and you seem kind. We could have fun.” 

“We could have so much fun,” he says, that flushed blush already spreading across his nose again. 

You draw a line up his chest. “I might need help getting my back, in the shower. That’s not a tight squeeze, is it?” 

“We might have to stand very close.” 

You giggle wildly as he pulls you up, worse when he drapes a sheet over you worrying about the cold. It’s treatment you could grow used to. 

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Spencer’s trying to figure out how he got here. You, across the bar sending him looks —Derek swore you were— and the second he got to your chair he realised you were out of his league, but he had nothing to lose beside his pride. 

Then there was you, in bed, pulling on his tie murmuring sweet somethings, sweet pleadings, really, taking another kiss as he moved as you asked. 

Then you, the morning after. You’d slept for long enough to scare him, but when you woke you were exactly the girl you’d been the night before, only slower. Ever so slightly bashful. We could get to know each other. 

Spencer’s not sure how he managed it, but you don’t go home. And on Monday you go to work and come back. On Tuesday he meets you outside of your building to take you for dinner, and you come back with him again, another night up in his arms, tangling his hair with enthusiastic fingers. The sex is good, it is, not just ‘cos his past catalogue of lays were with women who wanted casual experiences solely, or those few times with Ethan where it ended too fast and left him useless. You fuck him like you love him. It’s crazy, except he’s acting the same way. 

When you’re not fucking you’re in his lap, or sitting at the coffee table with your face on his thigh driving him crazy, or you’re laying with your feet tucked under him telling him something about you. He is desperate for the details. 

Like, this is it. You’ve pulled your chair as close to his as humanly possible and thrown both legs over his, basically sharing his seat as you laugh around a messy mouthful of Thai noodles. 

“Don’t look, I’m being disgusting–”

“You’re never disgusting, let me–”

He’s heard you pee. He’s kissed you all over. The human aspects of you don’t bother him. 

“Spence, can you–”

“It’s going up your nose–”

“–stop, holy s–”

He pinches your nose clean. “Tada. Kiss now?” 

“You wanna share?” 

“Yes!” 

“No.” You press your hand to your mouth before he can lean in.

He lets you swallow your mouthful. Your ankle is cool in his hand. When people talk about love, it’s about meeting someone, the dates and the phone calls, the big questions. Spencer didn’t know you could do it like this. Every time you go home, you’re asking if you can come back or pestering him to come your way. 

“Can I kiss you now?” he asks imploringly. 

“No, we’re done kissing for a bit. I want another one of those massages.” 

He can’t joke about it or he’ll turn crimson. You enjoyed a polite leg massage, until he got to your thighs, and things got out of hand. 

“No massages.” He taps you under the chin, letting his hand travel wherever it wants over the side of your face. 

“Fine, no massages. Unless you want one?” 

“No, we agreed tonight we’d just– sleep. My boss is onto me.” 

You wink involuntarily as he cups your cheek, his fingers pushed lightly over your eyes.

You aren’t fiends, but finding someone who matches as you do makes it hard to abstain from the fun. Last night was tame, though; he’d made sure you were happy and fallen asleep to grateful neck kisses. Tonight, he won’t say no, but these all-hours affairs have to stop. Derek’s suspicious of him, Hotch has the situation entirely sussed, he's sure, and Spencer’s sixty percent sure Rossi saw you both outside of Quantico tonight kissing against a toll booth.  

Not that it matters. Spencer has a good feeling you’re not a fling. 

“I got you some stuff earlier,” he says. 

You pull his hand from your face and ask, “What stuff?” 

“Like, stuff you need here. I don’t know what you like, but there’s a cleansing balm– are you allergic to chamomile?” You shake your head. “Um, it might be weird, I got you underwear, just ‘cos of the situation yesterday–”

“I liked wearing boxers, they were snug in a certain region is all–”

“–and some shampoo. That sort of stuff. Just so you can stop suffering with mine.” 

“You know what shampoo I use?” 

“I deduced it.” 

“Ah, yes, mister profiler,” you mumble, bending into your knees to hold his face. “If I hadn’t looked you up online I’d think you were a stalker. How can you guess my favourite ice cream flavour when I never told you?”

He smiles shyly. “I just can.”

“Is there anything else you’ve guessed about me?” 

“Every meal with you takes a half hour. You’re easily distracted.”

He laughs as you protest, “You’re distracting! You don’t need to guess that.” 

“You distract me, too.” 

You gather yourself up and stand over him to kiss his nose. “Spencer,” you whisper, your fingers sliding into his hair, “thank you. You don’t have to buy me stuff, I could’ve just gone home.”

“I don’t really want you to.” 

You raise your head to see him eye to eye. “I don't want to either. This is… I like you.” 

He hums, wrapping his arms around you. The hugs are rarer than kisses, but only because you’ve shared so many of the latter in the dark. He’s been thinking of kisses as the extension to fucking, that they’re okay as long as it’s done in bed, but the more time you stay, the more kisses you’ve shared for no reason at all. You kissed his cheek on the train earlier and he felt it like a shock, tipping his chin down to peck you on the lips, your arm curled behind his back as the traincar rattled over a bend. 

“I like you too,” he laughs. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, of course I do.” 

“Not just…” 

“It’s not just the sex,” he says, waving his hand behind your shoulder as you curl into him all over again. It feels amazing. 

“Should we go out, then?” 

“We do.” 

“No, should we date? We could be partners, officially.” 

Spencer can’t take it, scooping you into his lap, though you do sit obligingly on his thigh. He shifts to take the weight. 

“Please, let’s be partners,” he says softly. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t, it’s still soon.” 

“Five days and counting. That’s longer than some marriages, you know.” 

“Maybe we can be, like, tentative boyfriend and girlfriend. If you change your mind, no hard feelings.” 

“And if I don’t?” he asks. 

“Then we get married in Vegas.” 

“You could meet my mom.” 

“I’d love to meet your mom.”

“Do you really wanna be my girlfriend?” he asks. 

“I mean… there’s not such a big difference in dating and what we’re doing, right? This is relationship stuff, we just sort of skipped the awkward first dates.” 

“We did,” he says, failing to hide his grin. 

You stroke his cheek with your nose.

Your attempt at abstinence doesn’t last, but neither party is to blame. You have to celebrate somehow. So you finish your takeout dinner and wash dishes bumping hips. He locks the door for the night and you, giggling, struggle to change his A/C. When he drags you by the sleeve to the bedroom, he doesn’t intend on jumping right into it, and for a while he doesn’t. You lay on top of him between his parted legs and he spends a sluggish hour stroking your hairline, listening to you talk. But his devotion turns to your ear, and he’s kissing behind it, and you’re hitching yourself up his chest soon enough. 

“That cherry spritzer was worth it, huh?” you ask lowly, scratching his jaw as you sit over him.

You really are pretty, amplified by your syrupy smile. 

“I guess that depends what you think. Was I as good at making knots as I promised?” he asks. 

“I can’t remember.” 

“I can remind you?”

“That might be prudent, Dr. Reid.” 

“I never should’ve told you about that,” he murmurs, your lips atop his, ready to be parted. 

“I would’ve found out eventually. I’m gonna find out everything about you, honey.” 

Spencer lets his eyes shutter closed. Me first, he thinks, giving in to another endless kiss. He has the advantage, after all. 

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[danwithouttheplan]

I put a stapled packet of documents in my mouth and after a big swallow and a few seconds of movement I stick out my tongue with the staple bent perfectly into a paperclip.

[cherry-hulu]

— Ride It Like A Rodeo

Synopsis: Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

Warnings: cowboy sheriff!kmg x diner worker!fem reader, cowgirl position, raw sex, boot riding, oral (m and f recieving), mg is kinda mean here, very horny, lots of petnamds

The blazing sun wasn't to be mistaken. It was here and you could feel it, but no amount of heat can dry up the wet feeling between your thighs.

There was something about watching Mingyu ride a horse, wearing a full cowboy attire topped with his favorite cattleman hat, under the firing heat with sweat dripping down his forehead, forearms flexed as he takes control of his horse. A sheriff badge sitting nicely on his left upper chest pinned nicely to his cowboy vest.

Imagine how hot it would look like having his forearms would look like on your waist guiding you to grind on him. Biceps flexing as he picks you up. His whole body oiled up in sweat.

Luckily for you, you don't have to hold it in imagination for too long.

Mingyu wasn't a stranger to your diner. He often visits the place to eat his favourite meal, and also to have a taste of your special milkshake. It was a nice break from doing rounds around town.

Walking in the place, the swinging doors emit a sound letting you know of his arrival. Only you, because there was no one else at the place right now. "Afternoon sugar, weathers been extra hot lately huh?" He winks, sitting down at the bar stool, conveniently located right in front of where you rest over at the counter.

It takes a while for you to answer, taking in his beauty. His tan skin glowing with sweat, sharp features, beautiful nose, his lips, and canine smile. How could you not admire him really?

"No need to tell me, your sweat speaks for itself. Want your usual?" You ask, trying your best to maintain eye contact so as not to wander anywhere else, especially the wet patch on his long sleeve botton up slightly clinging to his abs. Not to mention his rolled up sleeves and bulging biceps.

"Been starin' at me have 'ya? I think I'll take my special."

"Coming right up!" You smile, attempting a genuine one but your eyes says otherwise. You turn around to enter the kitchen and make his milkshake, one you only make for him courtesy of the amount of times he requested for adjustments in the flavouring to fit his taste.

It takes a while before you finally get to finish it off with whipped and a cherry on top. Serving it to him with an ever so sweet smile as if it isn't taking every will of your power to not just jump at him.

"Thanks sweetheart." He winks. He was no longer wearing his hat, cowboy vest off his chest, slightly dry now due to waiting but still glistening nonetheless. "So.. got any stories to tell? Any bandits been causing trouble lately? Something I should be on the look out for?" You try to initiate a conversation, Mingyu was a nice company, all hots aside.

"As of late? Nah, towns under control. Didn't saw anything while on the road, just a few bunch of squirrels and tumbleweeds if that's what you're interested in."

"Boring.." You rest your cheek on the palm of your hands, elbows rested atop the counter as you drag out the last syllable. He chuckles at you, locking eye contact as he grabs the cherry, dangling it on his open mouth, barely touching his lips before he takes it one bite with his teeth, jaws flexing while he chews on the fruit.

A smirk etches it's way on his face when he sees you gulp, eyes looking to the left away from him. "Boring huh? Wanna ride on me then?" He asks.

"What?" You turn to him, eyes wide open only to see him take the stem of the small fruit, before taking out and showing a small knot.

"You wanna ride with me then?" He raises his brow, tossing the knot to the side, tilting his head to the right as his smile turns upward as well. "Um..." You position both your hands to lay flat on the counter but as you do, you knock the cup of milkshake causing it to spill all over him. "Shit, I'm sorry, I-"

"Nah, it's fine, needed a change anyway, got any extra shirt for me sweetie?" He cuts you off, standing up lazily as if he wasn't just spoiled by his drink. "I think we do- yes, let me just clean the mess- hold on." You were panicking, you didn't knew what to do first. Torn between him or the spilt liquid all over the counter.

Luckily for him he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

· · ·

"This is all we got, it's for the male employees, shirts go 'till xl so... yeah."

Kim Mingyu, the mist respectable sheriff of your town, the embodiment of a wet dream, your not so secret crush, is stripping his upper clothing off right in front of you. Showing off his pecs and giving you a full view of his hard earned muscles. "Yeah?" He smirks at your flustered look. "Got any problem sugar?" He says, walking towards you.

The space you two were in was cramped, a mere utility room of just cleaning supplies and spare clothes for the employees. The door was closed, you don't remember it being that way when you entered, nor do you remember telling him to close it.

You indeed do have a problem. Your panties was damp, unfortunately for you, unlike a shirt, it can't be replaced so easily unles syou fix the source of the problem. Nonetheless, you shake your head 'no', eyes staring intensely right at him.

"Really? So if I touch your cunt you won't be just as wet as my chest?" He asks.

"How..."

"Skirts not long enough to hide your panties when you bent down to grab that shirt. Think it's only rightful that I help a needy citizen of mine ey?"

"You ask too many questions."

"You've answered few. Last question baby, yes or no?"

You let a few beats pass before eventually, "Yes."

His hands find your thighs immediately, lifting you to sit on the small shelf to which barely holds your butt, however it was no problem because Mingyu was groping it in an instant.

The tall man captivates you in a kiss while his hands spread your cheeks apart, sliding underneath your skirt to fully remove your panties before spreading your cunt making you feel the air.

"Fuck, you're so wet." Mingyu slides a finger in, curling it up, his mouth never leaving your mouth as he swallows your kiss, his tongue slides with your as you share your salivas. He was just as good as you'd imagine.

Another finger goes in, then another, and another, before he finally gets on his knees and fully eating out your pussy. He was acting like a starved mad man, and he was.

"Don't know how long I've waited for this. To have you like this, fuck you're just as good you're milkshake." Mingyu moans. The sheriff was finger fucking you with four fingers going in and out, curling up as it does. His mouth was sucking and licking all over, one of his thumbs play with your clit as be basically pins you to the wall of the shelf with your thighs.

You looked like a mess, probably sounded like one too, eyes crossef and mouth open letting out pathetic and barely tangible sounds.

"'M c- close! Fuck!" Your first full words after giving consent.

A pulls everything out and away before slapping your cunt once with his heavy hand making your tremble as you cum. "You weren't supposed to cum and you know that, but you're a slut, you don't know how to do anything but cum on me." He gives another slap this time to your boobs, tugging the top of your dress down until your tits is all in it's glory.

Mingyu stands on his two feet, unbuckling his pants to free his dick. Standing tall and hard with precum leaking off the tip. All for you to lick. You slide lff the shelf to your knees, eyes faded when you gran his dick to lick and slobber all over.

"Fucking whore, don't even need to tell you to do shit. Doing it on your own already huh?" He chuckles, grabbing a handful of your hair before shoving his full dick in. He steps his boots forward, "Grind on it bitch."

You moan, grinding your wet cunt on his cowboy boots as you move your head on his cock. "Yeah, serve me like the good toy that you are." He smiles, rubbing your cheek as you start to cry when he holds your head in place when he fucks your mouth at his own pace.

Your hands find it's way around his thighs as you grind, practically clinging on him as he fucks you harder. His hands grab onto your neck, choking you full on, threatening to cut your air supply double time with his fingers and his dick. His boots tapping on the floor to further stimulate your cunt.

He can feel the leather getting soaked up by your juice as if he's stepping in a puddle of rain. "Love your milkshake but I bet you'll love mine better." He pulls his hands around your throat away and places it ontop of your head, practically patting you as he cums inside your mouth forcing you to take him all.

You don't know how much you've cummed on his boots but you're sure it's more than one. Mingyu lifts you up from the floor as he lays his ass flat on it, upper body leaning back on the door before guiding you back down.

"C'mon cowgirl, haven't cummed in you yet. Can't give up on me that easily." He teases, rubbing your cunt as he lowers you onto him. "M.. mercy, please." You plead, holding on the muscles of his biceps. You were barely there to be honest. But Mingyu knows you can take it, this wasn't your first rodeo with him after all.

"Shhh.. none of that now. 'Know you can take it." He wipes your tears away, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, contrary to his move that follows as he grabs your hips steadily and thrusts his own u, burying his dick inside of you in one go.

Thankfully the diner was usually empty at this hour.

He plants you ontop of him, letting your head fall on the crook of his neck for as long as you let him rock your hips back and forth. "Baby, it's either you fuck yourself on me at your pace or I go at you 'till I'm satisfied." He whispers in your ear making you whimper and look at him with glassy eyes, a cute pout on your lips.

You pull away from his neck. If there was one thing about Mingyu, it's that he stays true to his claims. His pounding would be too much too soon.

You slowly move up and down on him, clenching on him as you let out a mix of whimpers and moans making him groan and hold tightly onto your waist. It was taking everything in him not to flip you over right now and hard fuck you 'till you pass out.

"Fuck yeah baby, just like that." He whispers, pulling you into a kiss to hopefully keep him under control. You slowly regain your energy as you move faster, moving your ass up and down as you lean on him, holding onto his chest.

He uses his hands to spread your ass open and close repeatedly, sneaking slaps in between.

It was getting louder and louder in the small room, your sounds a mix of slaps, squelch, moans, whines, and gasps. As if it was a set on a porno.

"Yeah, good girl, riding me so good. You like that huh? Like riding your favorite cowboy, acting like a slutty cowgirl."

Your thighs begin to burm when you whimper to him a sweet "Gyu.. please.." A plea and permission at the same time.

"Got it princess." He gives your ass a slap before taking control and lifting his hips to fuck you straight. Mingyu will forever be a cowgirl defender, the view of seeing his cock dive in and out of you repeatedly is like no other, his dick coming out wetter and creamier each time.

You plant your hands on his chest keeping yourself steady as he fucks you out of your mind. His hands around your waist, forearms flexing as you locks you in your position.

You were reduced to nothing but a hole for him to fuck and indulge in. Mingyu was practically being hypnotized by your tits as they jiggle up and down, he puts one in his mouth sucking it like his life depends on it.

"Fuck, 'M cumming." You mewl on him

Mingyu pulls away and keeps your hole plugged by his dick, his thrusts become sloppy and inconsistent as he nears his climax. "Yeah, me too, c'mon baby milk my cock, take it all sweetheart. Fuck!"

You collapse on top of him and he catches you, securing you to him as wrapping his arms around your sweaty body.

"Now we're both sweaty."

[ariestrxsh]

olderbrothersbsf!matt x innocent!reader

જ⁀➴ ♡ content warning: smut, public, praise, teasing, begging, finger sucking, oral (m & f!receiving), fingering, unprotected car sex, getting caught, forbidden love, age gap (both characters are adults)

જ⁀➴ ♡ summary: matt takes you out for dessert and a movie for your first-ever date together, but the two of you can't keep your hands to yourselves, even if you're out in public

dividers by @/roseraris

Young God

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Matt drove a little too fast, his hand resting on your thigh with the windows down, the breeze dancing in your hair, and your heart pounding in your ears. You were high on adrenaline from how you had taken off, leaving your brother in the dust after blatantly rebelling against his wishes to stay away from his best friend.

It wasn't like you to do things without permission or do anything that would cause controversy or stir up conflict, but there was something about Matt.

The truth was, Matt was all those things your brother said that he was - perverted, manipulative, arrogant, a player - the list goes on. However, he was also determined and passionate, and there was something about you that softened him.

"What do you want for dessert? Hmm? Just tell me what you want, and I'll take you there," Matt told you in a sweet voice, his fingertips softly brushing over the smooth flesh of your freshly shaven legs. "I want a strawberry milkshake," you told him without hesitation, your eyes lighting up. Matt smiled at you as he revved his engine and drove the two of you to a small ice cream parlor.

He held the door open for you, he ordered for you, and he even paid for you. The two of you cozied up in the booth beside each other, Matt sitting way closer to you than he needed to be.

"You're really pretty, you know that?" Matt told you in a soft voice just barely above a whisper. You blushed, trying to hold back your laughter, a nervous response to Matt's compliment. You watched his gaze travel to your lips as you plucked the cherry from your strawberry dessert and popped it into your mouth, sucking off the whipped cream. Matt felt his cock spring to life as he watched your tongue swirl around the fruit.

"Wanna know how to find out if you're a good kisser?" Matt wondered, picking his own cherry from atop his milkshake. "How?" You asked, giving him a skeptical look. "Can you tie the stem into a knot with your tongue? If you can, it means you're a good kisser," he informed you, popping the cherry into his mouth.

You were now determined to try. Once you'd swallowed the cherry, you pushed the stem between your lips. You started contorting your tongue, trying to fold the stem over onto itself with a silly, concentrated look on your face. Matt had his gaze locked on you, admiring how adorable you looked.

While you were still maneuvering your stem, Matt gave you a smug look before sticking out his tongue to reveal his perfectly tied knot. "No way!" You said, giggling and pulling out your own that was bent and misshapen. "For the record, I still think you're an amazing kisser," Matt winked at you.

You giggled, discarding it in your napkin and glancing back up at Matt, who was swiping his finger through the whipped cream on his milkshake. He smirked over at you, extending his hand for you to lick it off. With your eyes on his, you took his finger into your mouth, slowly licking off the whipped cream, the sweetness flooding your senses as you slid your lips over his knuckles with a soft hum. Blood rushed to his tip, his cock twitching at the sensation.

"That's it," he encouraged you, pushing his finger back into your mouth, savoring how good your tongue felt brushing against it. "Good girl," Matt whispered to you, his stare lingering on your bright red lips wrapped around his digit.

Matt didn't care that there were people around. All he cared about was your mouth and all the different fashions he was going to use it in tonight. The way he looked at you sent a throbbing between your legs, desire burning through your core, and an electric current of energy rushing through your whole body.

When he was finally satisfied with how well you'd sucked on his finger, he let you get back to your milkshake. "You didn't tell my brother where you were taking me on a date, did you?" You asked, stirring your shake around with your straw and mixing it with the whipped cream that was beginning to melt. "Hell no. He's crazy enough to show up here," Matt chuckled.

"You're right," you giggled. "You know, he complains about how overprotective our mom is, but he's even worse," you told Matt in a hushed voice as if your brother were around to hear you. "Yeah, but it's just because he cares about you, you know?" Matt replied. "He wants to protect you from guys like me."

"Guys like you?" You wondered, furrowing your brow. "Well, you know, when we got together, I was no virgin. I drive too fast, listen to my music too loud, and party a little too hard," Matt admitted in a very self-aware manner. "But you get to see a side of me that no one else sees, and I like that," Matt told you, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You wondered for a moment if he meant all the things he was saying or if he was just saying them to get into your pants. It honestly didn't matter much to you because either way, you craved him.

Matt's hand traveled to the hem of your dress, and he discretely pushed the fabric up, revealing your red laced panties. "Matt!" You exclaimed in a hoarse whisper as you pushed the hem back down. "You know where these would look even better?" Matt cooed, leaning in and whispering into your ear as he dipped his hands between your thighs and started rubbing your clothed clit. "Where?" You asked, trying your hardest to keep your composure.

"On the floor of my mustang," Matt told you, his lips curling into a devilish smile as he planted a kiss on the side of your neck, inhaling the floral notes of your perfume. You bit down on your lip to stifle your moan. "C'mon. Be a good girl and finish your dessert," Matt said, withdrawing stimulation and scooting back over to his side of the booth. He certainly knew how to tease you.

The two of you finished your milkshakes and then walked hand-in-hand to Matt's car. He opened the door for you, admiring how pretty you looked in your little black dress one last time before he was going to get you out of it. Matt cranked the key in the ignition, the engine turning over as you settled into the seat beside him and clicked your seatbelt closed.

The two of you had decided to go to the drive-in, which was only a couple blocks away, to see the new Captain America movie. After a few moments of navigating through side streets and parking lots, Matt pulled into a spot near the back.

"Do you want anything from the concession stand?" Matt sweetly asked, glancing over at you. You flicked your eyes up at him with a smile on your lips like you did want something, but you were too afraid to say it. "Come on, sweetheart. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you," Matt replied in a sultry voice, his gaze dancing between your red lips and your big doe eyes.

"A coke, please," you told him. "I'll be right back," Matt said, leaning in and kissing you before he reached for his wallet and got out of the car. Your stomach was swarming with butterflies, an effect that Matt had had on you since you were kids. You still couldn't believe you were out on a date with him.

You opened your phone, making sure to shut your location off. The last thing you wanted was your brother rolling up to your date and ruining everything - especially if the date was going to go the way Matt had alluded to earlier in the evening.

I'd ask what movie you wanna see, but I have a feeling we won't be watching much of it, you remembered him saying. You squeezed your legs together, feeling yourself instantly getting wet as you recalled the texture of his voice and the way he had pinned you down as you said it. Just as you were losing yourself in your fantasies about him, the driver's side of Matt's door opened, startling you and making you jump.

"You good?" Matt asked, shooting you a smile. "Yeah, you just scared me," you laughed, placing your hand on your heart that was still beating quickly. "What? Were you doing something in here you weren't supposed to be doing?" Matt gave you a smirk, setting your drink in his cup holder. "No, it's not that," you giggled, picking it up and sipping from it.

"What is it then? What were you thinking about?" Matt wondered, looking you and up down skeptically as he got into the car and shut the door. "I was just thinking about how you said we weren't gonna be watching much of the movie and what we are going to be doing instead," you quietly replied, peering up at him as you adjusted your straw in your soda.

"Having naughty thoughts about me, hmm?" Matt cooed, running his fingertips along the hemline of your dress. You slowly nodded, staying silent. "I've been having naughty thoughts about you, too. Can't stop thinking about your pretty mouth and all the things you can do with it," Matt purred, bringing his hand up to your face and gently brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. "Why don't you show me again, hmm?" Matt asked, smirking at you.

"Right now?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it since you licked that whipped cream off my finger. I've got tinted windows, you know," Matt flirted, his seductive blue eyes scanning you up and down, fucking you in his mind. "Meet you in the back seat?" Matt requested, his lustful stare lingering on your mouth.

You slowly nodded at him. You kicked off your heels and climbed over the center console, nearly spilling your coke to get into the back seat. You felt a light swat on your ass as you did so, causing you to squeal.

"Hey!" You exclaimed, glancing back over your shoulder at Matt, but you secretly loved the attention he gave you. "Wasn't me," he shrugged with a smug grin on his face. "Yeah, sure," you rolled your eyes, trying to conceal your smile.

Matt climbed into the backseat shortly after you and brought you closer to him by your waist. "C'mere," he whispered before he tilted your head towards him and pulled you into a long, deep kiss. His mouth was sugary and sweet like the dessert the two of you had earlier. You moaned against his lips as he reached for your breasts and started squeezing them through your dress.

His tongue explored the inside of your teeth, his saliva mixing with yours as he slipped out of his black, leather jacket and discarded it on the floor of the car. Before pulling away, he trapped your plump bottom lip between his teeth and gently sucked on it. He was certainly messing up your lipstick, but neither one of you cared.

His lips traveled along your jawline, and he subtly tipped your head to the side with his nose. "Mmm.." you hummed, enjoying the feeling of his tongue pressed up against your neck. He started gently working his teeth along your soft flesh, gently biting down and creating a lovely sensation. "Oh, Matt," you whimpered quietly. The lovely sounds you were making encouraged him to keep going.

As the sounds of sloppy kisses filled the car, you heard another sound - a slow ziiip - and you peered down at Matt's hands that were now undoing his jeans. "Come on, sweetheart. I've missed your mouth so much," he whispered, gently placing his hand on the back of your head and pushing you down towards his lap.

You opened your mouth for him, allowing him to tuck his cock between your pillow soft lips. Your taste buds were immediately filled with a saltiness as you gently sucked the precum from his tip. "Fuck. That's it. Keep going, pretty girl," Matt groaned, involuntarily tightening his grip on your locks of hair.

He gently bobbed your head up and down, feeling the soft, wet feeling of your lips wrapped around him and the incredible sensation of your tongue massaging his length. He screwed his eyes shut and let his head fall back against the headrest of the car. "Oh, fuck," the words tumbled out of him in a sexy, low rasp as you worked your mouth on his most sensitive nerve endings.

The two of you were so enthralled by what you were doing that neither one of you noticed that the movie had started or what was going on at all. "Good girl," Matt purred as you started bobbing your head faster. Your mouth felt like a hedonist's heaven - warm, wet, and velvet soft.

Matt slowly slumped down in his seat as you cleaned the clear liquid seeping from his tip again. "That's it. Don't stop," Matt directed you, more satisfied sounds pouring from his mouth as he lifted his hips off of the seat. He drove his cock a bit further, hitting the back of your throat, which elicited a soft gagging sound from you that drove him wild. His breathing grew jagged as his fingers became entangled in your hair.

He was getting so close, his cock throbbing against your lips that were stretched around it. "Gonna be a good girl and let me cum all over that pretty tongue?" He sweetly cooed. Pleasure surged through his body and flooded his system as you hummed against the base of his shaft, "mhmm." You could feel every vein as your tongue wiggled over them, and Matt could feel every delightful subtlety of your mouth.

Suddenly, Matt's whole body tightened, and he let out a loud guttural moan with his hand eagerly pushing down on the back of your head. Your jaw was growing tired, but the sounds he made inspired you to keep going.

Shortly after, his cock twitched between your lips, hot spurts of cum squirting down the back of your throat. "Oh, fuck. Good girl. Good girl," Matt praised you, smoothing down your hair with the soft caress of his hand. You swallowed what you could, and the bit that you couldn't pooled at the corners of your lips and slowly spilled out of your mouth and down his shaft.

Matt picked your head up, his dick falling flat against his stomach as the sounds of his panting filled the car. "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you'd have done that a million times," Matt complimented you, his blue eyes glazed over as he stared straight ahead at Captain America playing on the projector.

"Really? You think so?" You giggled, wiping the mixture of spit and cum from your mouth. "Yes. You're so fucking good at it," Matt whispered, tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping up his jeans.

"Do me now. Do me," you pleaded, unable to ignore the wetness pooling in your panties. "Hold on, sweet thing. You sucked the energy right out of me," Matt weakly replied, still trying to regulate his breathing and collect his thoughts. "I just want it so bad," you told him in a needy voice, tugging on the hem of his shirt.

Matt chuckled, and a devilish smile made its way into his expression as he started to push up your dress, revealing your red panties and your perfect tits. "No bra, hmm?" He asked, brushing his thumb across one of your nipples and causing it to stiffen under his touch. Waves of pleasure rippled through you, making you shiver and gasp before shaking your head no.

"What do you want, sweetheart? Gotta use your pretty words," Matt softly replied, leaning down towards your chest and closing the space between his lips and your breast. "Oh, Matt.. you know.." you whimpered in a shy voice, running your fingers through his hair as he circled your sensitive nipple with his fluttering tongue.

You leaned back against the window, your thighs splaying out as Matt maneuvered himself between them. You had one foot planted on the seat of Matt's car and the other leg hanging over the seat with your foot on the ground. "C'mon, sweet girl. Tell me what you want," Matt hummed against your breast before moving to the other. "I want you to kiss me down there."

"Kiss you right here?" Matt asked, his voice thick with lust as he moved his lips down your ribs, placing delicate kisses on your stomach, his stubble tickling you. You giggled and writhed around beneath him. "Lower." You were getting more impatient by the minute. You knew that Matt knew what you meant, but he loved relentlessly torturing you.

Matt trailed down to your hips, leaving you hanging once again. "Here?" He pressed his lips just above your panty line. "Noo," you whined. "Here." You finally pushed his head between your legs, encouraging him to kiss you through your panties that were drenched in your arousal at this point. He skipped over your cunt again, grazing the insides of your thighs with his scratchy face.

"Here?" He asked, placing a kiss on your soft flesh about an inch away from where you wanted him to. You whined in frustration, lifting your hips off the back seat and attempting to grind against his mouth. But Matt roughly gripped your thighs, spreading your legs open as far as he could.

"Stay still. Tell me what you want," Matt demanded, his tone laced with dominance. "I w-want you to eat my p-pussy," you whined in desperation, tripping over the words that you never thought would leave your mouth. Matt's lips curled into a smile at your filthy requests. "Yeah, why didn't you just say so, hmm?" Matt whispered, hooking two of his fingers into your panties and pulling them to the side.

His tongue darted out and gently grazed your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending goosebumps across your skin. The next time his mouth made contact with your heat, his lips engulfed you, and he softly hummed against you, sending vibrations through your clit.

You whimpered his name, gently grinding against his tongue as your heartbeat thumped away in your chest. He'd kept you waiting so long that you were already on the verge of falling apart, but he abruptly stopped.

"Lets get you out of these," Matt whispered, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips to help him remove them. He tossed them carelessly somewhere in the car and nestled himself between your legs again. Matt took two of his fingers and started gently rubbing your entrance with them while he lapped away at your pussy, dipping his tongue between your folds.

"P-please," you begged, your legs started to quake from the anticipation building. He smirked against your heat, gently running his digits up and down your slit while ignoring your pleas to put them inside you. You felt so shy, embarrassed every time you had to admit to Matt what you wanted from him, but you knew he wanted you to practically spell it out. It was the only way you were going to get it from him.

"P-please put your fingers in my pussy," you managed to squeak out. Matt chuckled against you. "Good girl. Knows exactly what she wants," he mumbled into your heat, pushing his fingers inside your hole. They were finally where you wanted them, but Matt kept them still inside of you, teasing you even further.

"Matt," you whimpered, beginning to ride his fingers. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Is this not what you wanted?" Matt mumbled against your pussy. You started to fuck yourself on his fingers even faster, the car starting to subtly rock.

"Fuck, Matt -" you started to say, but your voice cracked and you cut yourself off with a strangled moan. "Fuck me with your fingers," you demanded in a shaky voice, chasing sweet release as you pushed his head down. He did just as you said, his digits picking up momentum.

Just as you were about to finish on Matt's face and fingers, you looked up with wide eyes to see a car parked across the way that looked just like your brother's.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, throwing your hand over your mouth as if the people outside of the car could hear you. Matt continued eating you like a man starving, exploring you with the flick of his tongue and pistoning his fingers into your hole.

"Matt! My brother's here! Look! He's parked right over there!" You yelled, starting to push him away, but he responded by licking you more aggressively and chuckling against your pussy. "So?" Matt mumbled against your heat. "What if he comes over here?" You asked, your voice trembling.

"He won't do anything in public, sweetheart. And the windows are tinted. Just sit back and enjoy the way my mouth feels," Matt told you, coming up for air. You knew he was right. Your brother wasn't a fan of making a scene in front of others regardless of how angry he was, but you knew you were gonna get it when you returned home later that night.

Although it was dark, you could still make out his features. It was definitely him. You could see him waiting in the driver's seat, looking directly over at Matt's car. You tried to remember that you were completely hidden behind the illegal shade of the windows that you were all around you.

The look of concern started to fall from your face, your muscles relaxing as Matt latched back onto your clit and rolled his tongue over it in a rhythmic pattern. "Oh, Matt," you whimpered, your legs beginning to tremble again as you started combing through Matt's hair with your fingers. "Good girl," Matt hummed against your warmth.

You started humping his face again, grinding your clit against his tongue as you swiveled your hips on his fingers. You couldn't take it anymore. You let your head fall back against the window, profanities falling from your lips that Matt had never heard you say before as the knot in your stomach snapped.

Your legs shook, your thighs trapping Matt's head between them as he slurped up your juices. "Holy shit, sweetheart. You're making the whole car shake. You trying to get us caught?" Matt asked, finally poking his head up. "I-I'm sorry. I couldn't help it," you nervously laughed, pulling your dress back down over your body. "I'm just really that good, huh?" Matt arrogantly asked, wiping your arousal from his face.

He craned his neck around in search of any evidence of your brother, and that's when his gaze landed on him sitting in the front seat of his own car right where you said he was. "Shit. He's such a psycho. But don't worry. He's not crazy enough to confront us here," Matt told you, trying to subtly crawl back into the front seat.

He took your hand as you followed closely behind, nearly knocking over your coke again. The two of you chuckled. "And as long as we don't tell him what we did on our date, it's like it never happened," Matt replied. "Just reapply your makeup and fix your hair, because you look crazy right now," Matt laughed at you, admiring how pretty you looked with your smudged mascara.

You chuckled along, turning on your overhead light and pulling down the sun visor so you could fix it in the mirror. You reached into your clutch, pulling out your lipstick and your mascara and touching it up so that it looked relatively the same as how it looked when you left.

"So, let's get our story straight. I took you out for a milkshake. Then we went to the drive-in. I was a perfect gentleman. We did nothing more than kiss and hold hands, got it?" Matt told you. "Got it," you confirmed.

The two of you were discussing the details of the version of the date you were going to tell your brother when you looked up and realized his car was gone. The end credits were rolling, and Matt was firing up his engine again, ready to pull away before the traffic getting out of there got too intense.

Your heart was pounding again, and your mind was flooded with how your brother was going to react to you storming out on him and going on a date with his best friend even though he'd spent years of your life warning you not to fall for Matt's charm.

The two of you drove in silence, both secretly dreading going back to your house and preparing yourselves for your brother's wrath. However, there was also an unspoken agreement between the two of you that your date was very much worth it, and for a moment, you both had the same thought - why not make it even more worth it?

The two of you exchanged a glance, a primal look in each of your gazes. "You wanna make the night last a little longer?" Matt asked, peering up into the rearview mirror and making sure your brother hadn't found a way to follow the two of you. "I don't know. I should really get home. It's almost midnight. My brother's gonna be pissed," you sighed, glancing at the clock on Matt's dashboard that read 11:38.

"I thought you were gonna stay out as long as you wanted to and come home when you feel like it," Matt replied, smirking over at you as he recounted how hot you looked when you'd openly defied your brother and told him that exactly. A smile tugged on the corner of your lip as you mulled over his suggestion. "I did say that, huh?" You answered, nibbling on your lip and clenching your thighs together.

Matt pulled off onto the shoulder of a dark road, killing the engine and cutting his lights. You each had the same exact idea. The two of you ended up in the backseat again. He was on top of you, nudging your legs open and unfastening his belt while you laid down on your back. He pushed your dress up, his hands running across your warm skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"You never put your panties back on?" Matt smirked, his voice drenched in desire as his fingertips danced across your soft inner thighs. "I don't know where they are," you softly giggled. "We'll find them," he half-heartedly mumbled as he guided his cock towards your heat. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his tip press up against your folds.

He held your hips in place and slowly slid into you, relishing in the sweet whimpers that you made while he breached your entrance. You could feel his dick, swollen with desire, throbbing inside of you. "Good girl," he whispered into your ear as you wrapped your thighs around his waist. Both of your breaths quickened as Matt started to rock his hips back and forth, trailing kisses down your jawline.

His strokes were slow and gentle at first, but the louder you moaned, the faster he went. His soft lips were attached to your neck, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. His name tumbled off the tip of your tongue over and over again as he pistoned his cock inside of you.

"Good girl. Take it," he purred into the crook of your neck. His praises excited you even more, filling the car with the soft sounds of your pussy squelching around his every thrust. You were a babbling mess beneath him, the knot in your core threatening to come unraveled.

You couldn't control the lustful sounds cascading from your lips or the way your legs began to tremble as Matt took you in the backseat of his mustang. His thrusts were steady and powerful, driving into you with all the force he could muster while you were using all your willpower to keep yourself from coming undone.

"C'mon, sweet thing. That's it. Cum all over my cock," Matt softly rasped, encouraging you through his jagged breaths.

There was no going back. His words hit you hard, tipping you over the edge and sending ripples of sheer pleasure through your entire body. Your cunt throbbed around him, sucking him in and causing him to finish shortly after. Your shared moans of ecstasy filled the tight space between you as you each climaxed, and every time Matt propelled his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin rang in your ears.

Your orgasm felt like it lasted several minutes, wave after wave of satisfaction washing over you. Matt pumped you full of his warm, sticky load, filling you to the brim and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you each came down and his thrusts slowed to a halt. "Wow," you sighed, wiping a drop of sweat from your brow as you tried to call your breath back to you.

Matt chuckled, pulling out of you and leaning in for another kiss. The two of you laid there for a few minutes, waiting for your hearts to return to a normal pace before finding your way back to the front seat once more. You smoothed out your dress, touching up your lipstick once more and making sure there was no evidence of what you and Matt had done tonight before he dropped you off at home.

When the two of you pulled up to your house, your brother was outside waiting for you with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face as he stood blocking the front door. "Shit," you mumbled to yourself, looking for your panties that were somewhere in Matt's car.

Both of your hearts were racing as your brother started to approach. You paused your search for your underwear when you realized your brother was outside of the window. You slowly rolled it down and gave him an innocent smile, but he wasn't buying any of it.

"It's 12:30," he calmly stated. "So?" You shot back with a bit of attitude. "So the movie ended almost an hour ago," your brother responded.

You threw open your car door, nearly hitting him with it. "Yeah, and you would know, right? Since you followed us on our date?!" You shouted at him, getting into his face. Matt scurried out of the driver's side of his car, ready to deescalate the situation. "You're my baby sister. I couldn't let anything happen to you!" Your brother raised his voice.

"I don't need you to follow me around on my dates! Matt does just fine protecting me," you exclaimed, crossing your arms. "Yeah, does he!? Is that what he was doing when he was shoving his whipped cream-covered fingers down your throat?" Your brother scoffed, making big hand gestures to convey his anger.

Your cheeks grew warm, realizing he'd witnessed such an intimate moment between the two of you and wondering how much more he'd seen. "Shut up!" You shouted back as you pushed past him, your heels clicking against the pavement of your driveway.

"You're such a slut!" Your brother called after you. "Woah! Hey! Cool it!" Matt intervened, defending you. "Don't call her that," he said in a softer voice. "Well, if she isn't one, then I'm sure she watched the whole movie and she'd have no problem telling me what happened in it," your brother answered with his eyes locked on yours, raising a brow.

Matt started to speak for you, but your brother cut him off. "I said she can tell me what happened in the movie. Come on, sis. How did it end?" Your brother smugly asked, knowing damn well you couldn't tell him. You stared silently at your feet for a moment.

"You know.. Captain America killed all the bad guys," you responded, unsure. You didn't know how the movie ended. You didn't even know how it began or anything that happened inbetween because you were preoccupied the whole time with Matt's cock. And his tongue. And his fingers.

Your brother scoffed. "You are a fucking slut," he told you, reaching out and touching the dried cum stain on the front of your dress.

Your gaze dropped to the small, white, unmistakable mark on the black fabric. So did Matt's. The two of you were speechless. Your eyes widened as you peered over at your date, searching for some kind of excuse, but he was just as stunned as you were. You nearly choked on your words as your shaky voice broke the silence. "It's whipped cream.." you softly answered, unconvinced of your own lie.

"Sure it is," your brother said in an unamused tone as he rolled his eyes. You were frozen in embarrassment, unsure of what to say next. You felt hot tears welling in your waterline as your brother glared disdainfully at Matt before strolling towards the front door with both of his fists balled up at his sides.

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bartender!theodore nott headcannons ⭑.ᐟ

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ bartender!theodore who makes the best cocktails but hates small talk, barely sparing a glance at customers who try to chat him up—until it’s you, leaning over the bar with that wicked little smile, eyes shining under neon lights. he sighs, pretends you’re a nuisance, but his hands are already reaching for your usual without a word

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ bartender!theodore who never lets you pay, no matter how many times you try. you slide a bill across the bar just to be difficult, and he slides it right back with a lazy smirk. “cute,” you hum, tucking it into his shirt pocket instead

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ bartender!theodore who pretends he’s annoyed when you steal cherries from his garnish tray, but his eyes drop to your lips when you wrap them around the stem, twisting it into a knot with a smirk. his jaw clenches, his grip tightens on the cocktail shaker. you grin. you win

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ bartender!theodore who doesn’t do small talk but always listens when you talk, filing away little details like they matter. you offhandedly mention your favorite song, and the next time you’re at the bar, it’s playing. you raise a brow, smirking, and he just shrugs. “coincidence.”

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ bartender!theodore who pretends he doesn’t notice when you’ve had one drink too many, but the second you start swaying, there’s a glass of water in front of you. you groan but drink it anyway, and he huffs, shaking his head. “good girl.”

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ bartender!theodore who glares at guys who get too close, who leans against the bar with his sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing, jaw tight, like he’s daring them to try something

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ bartender!theodore who walks you to the door at the end of the night, hands in his pockets, head tilted toward the ground. you’re tipsy, a little reckless, but you catch the way his eyes linger, the way his breath hitches when you lean in just a little too close. you grin. “goodnight, theo.” he exhales slowly, low and deep. “yeah. goodnight, trouble.”

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