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#never in my life will i be over this scene!!!! romantic shit!!!! soulmate shit!!!!!#we're joined to one another#fuckin love a good silhouette#our flag means death#ofmd#my stuff#ed x stede#ofmd fanart#save ofmd#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#stede bonnet#edward teach#our flag means death fanart
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#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk photomode#cyberpunk v#oc: vice de'angelo#my screenshots#OHHHH BABY WE'RE COOKIN' WITH FIRE NOW#i fuckin love doing stuff with shadows and/or silhouettes#just scratches my brain real good
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UEEEE UEEEEEEE THIS IS SO GOOD OMG 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ THIS GIVES ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN THANK YOU AUUUUUUUU!!!!! Captures Megan’s and fowau’s very essence you did such a great job AAAAAAAAA 🥺🥰🥰 gonna stare at this for hours you’re the best !!!!!!
Ms Guiglione being silly, doing silly stuff
Finally here! Started off as a joke for a friend but it got a little out of control lol
Lady with glasses right after the billboard is (used with permission) an OC of @cuppajj, whos Megan comics got me interested in ms Guiglione in the first place :)
#SNARLING BARKING#megan guiglione#overlord#I’m gonna splode#I love the overlord symbolism with the silhouette/shadow#and the shit disturbing faces Megan makes and what she does in the animatic#you even made her do things I had ideas for comics for 😂😂❤️#and can we talk about the Springer verity inclusions and the ENDING IS SO GOOD#oh yeah the song choice was so fuckin funny and perfect I love it#and it’s kinda crazy how close the voice sounds to how I imagine her andnjsndn#turbo fave. thank you so much for this I’m gonna cherish it and save it#thank you for enjoying rotw and fowau I love them sm and the au is my baby#single-handedly about to give me the motivation to make more fowau content YESSS#rotw#fowau#fish out of water overlord au#not my art#MEGA FAVE
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The idea of Wade as a used car salesman found a love of his life during his midlife crisis before he met Logan. They don’t have a clue that he’s Deadpool. They just fall in love with Wade the used car salesman Wade Wilson, even see him as a funny, harmless person till one day his partner showing a picture of Deadpool and goes “He looks hot, could we find some costume to wear next time we fuck, dear?”
Wade totally forgot that he’s retired from Deadpool cause he’s in his suit, ready to fuck the love of his life for eternity. 👀
Wade Wilson knew he was in love the first time you cried laughing over one of his stupid jokes.
You’re probably too good for him with your easy smile and kind heart, and he knows he’s punching above his weight when he asks you out - but somehow you end up saying yes.
At the bar that night he keeps you laughing until there are tears in your eyes and then continues the show in bed. It’s so lovely to have you all giggly under him, pressed into the mattress as he makes you cum so hard all you can do is moan.
You lie there, walking your fingers up and down his chest, molasses-slow as the streetlights outside your apartment silhouette you both in fluorescence.
“I like you, Wade. You’re nice,” you sigh, in a way which suggests you don’t often meet nice people. Ah man, he fucking melts. He’s never letting you go.
Your relationship is pretty easy. He never feels like he has to work to impress you or keep you onside, you like him for him. It’s a… refreshing feeling, from a world where Wade Wilson constantly feels like he’s too much.
He catches the Deadpool keyring on your house keys one night after the two of you have grabbed pizza on the way home; spotting the telltale red and black while trying to keep a pile of boxes in place between his hands and his chin.
“Oh, Deadpool fan?” he asks, trying to affect nonchalance. He sees you get a little flustered.
“I mean… yeah? Back in his heyday I thought he was cute, kind’ve a shame he disappeared. Merc with a mouth, what’s not to love?” you pause for a second. “He reminds me of you actually.”
Wade laughs at that way too loud and way too hard.
“What? No. That’s crazy!”
You throw him a side-eye but don’t comment further.
He lets it rest for a couple of days so as not to draw suspicion, but when you make yourself a cup of coffee and his own mask is staring back at him from the ceramic, he can’t hide his wandering eyes.
“What’s up?” you ask.
“Nothing. Just didn’t realise they made those.” He didn’t get a cut. Should he have gotten a cut? Would have been nice if whoever had merchandised his face had asked him if he was cool with it.
“Oh, look, everyone has a crush on at least one superhero, okay? It’s impossible not to. They’re everywhere and they’re hot!”
He lets himself digest this. You think Deadpool is a superhero? He didn’t get that much. Mostly he was referred to as “god’s curse to crimefighting”. But also you have a crush on him? Both of these facts are… interesting.
“I… think Deadpool is hot, too,” Wade blurts out when he realises he’s been silent for ten uninterrupted seconds.
“Oh,” you reply, settling down a little when it turns out he’s in agreement with you. “Well, cool! Glad we can agree.”
Phew. Got outta that one, then.
He really doesn’t think any more of it, or tries not to, until a couple of weeks later when you bring it up in bed.
“Wade, can I ask something kinda kinky?”
Cuddled in post-coital bliss, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, he pauses.
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely, sweet cheeks. I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
“How do you feel about roleplay?”
He turns to you with a grin which threatens to split his face in half.
“Oh, you’ve been keeping that under your hat!” he laughs, “But, in answer to the question, very positive. What were you thinking? Cop and criminal? Nurse and patient? I’m down to play any of those roles by the way, I believe in equal gender opportunities in the bedroom.”
You chuckle, but when you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and try to work out how to phrase the next part of the question, he cottons on.
“Oh my god. You want me to roleplay Deadpool, don’t you?”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to! It’s just, you said you thought he was sexy… so I wondered…”
He puts a finger on your lips, stoppering the spill of panic from your lips.
“Baby, I am so down to clown that you might as well call me Pennywise. Let me sort the details and I’ll give you the best night of in-character boning that’s ever been known to man.”
You look giddy at that promise. Truth be told, he’s kinda excited himself.
Wade retrieves the suit the next day and feels a little weird putting it back on, covering his body again with red and black. When he’s done this in the past it’s in order to go and kill like, a lot of people, not to fulfil a fantasy. But hey - there’s a first time for everything. And it’ll make you so happy, too.
You scream when he taps on your window from his perch on your fire escape. Admittedly he should have told you he was coming, but he thought it could be a fun and sexy surprise. He was wrong.
“WHAT THE FUCK—!”
Wade whips off the mask as you lunge for your kitchen knife set, hands up in a gesture of peace.
“Baby! Babe, it’s just me!”
You go limp with relief, leaning against the counter to support yourself.
“Holy shit! Wade, what the fuck do you think you’re…”
You trail off as you take in the picture of your boyfriend crawling in through the tiny window decked out in his suit. An eyebrow raises.
“Oh.”
“Yeah! See, I told you I’d sort it.”
Anger and fear now completely ablated, you walk a slow circle around where he stands in your kitchen, appraising his look.
“This is a high quality suit. Where did you get it?”
“Peter,” he says quickly. This isn’t a lie. He did get it from Peter… Peter’s locker anyway. You look confused.
“Our coworker Peter?” When Wade nods you furrow your brow. “He… he hasn’t fucked in this suit, has he?”
“No!” says Wade with far too much force. Actually he can’t prove that. Now it’s an image he can’t shake from his mind. Not super conducive to the mood.
He takes a knife from his belt, and your eyes go wide in a mixture of panic and arousal.
“Oh my god…”
“It’s blunt! Well. It’s sharp enough for me to cut your underwear off, which I’ve been rocking a semi all day from imagining…”
From the smile which takes up your face, he knows he’s done right.
Any way you ask him to fuck you, he does. Over your dresser. Against your wall. While running the dulled point of baby knife over the curve of your ass as he pistons his hips inside you, getting the mess of your cum all over the front of his suit. It’s filthy. It’s fantastic.
But when you lay there cuddled up to his chest that night, Wade feels… conflicted. It isn’t that he’s lying to you, exactly, but it feels like he’s keeping a pretty fucking big secret.
If you knew, would you still like him? Still want to be with him? Having a crush on a superhero is one thing, but being with one is entirely different. Ask any of the assorted Spider-Man and their various fucked up partners. It isn’t always pretty.
As if determined to take his mind away from this thought you nuzzle into his side, blissfully fucked out. He buries his lips into your hair.
It never needs to be an issue. Deadpool is retired. He’s never gonna be used for non-kinky reasons again.
…right?
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⊹₊ ⋆ “i just been fantasizin', and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,”
TAGS — vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pussy eating, light degradation, slight dirty talk, jk’s possessive here, oc’s a cute bean, daddy kinks, some nipple play, public sex, unrealistic sex to me bc how tf did no one see???, pimp!jk, stripper!oc, oc needs to know, WAP WAP WAP, this is for my birthday babes, praise kink(?), happy birthday @hyunjinswifeee this is late sorry :((
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Wanna know what it's like, baby, show me what it's like, I don't really got no type, I just wanna fuck all night,
The crowd becomes completely immersed in your smooth hip gyrations and body rolls, they holler and catcall while endless money falls at your feet. Tonight’s a special night, you figured why not spend it at work getting money rained on you. All you really had to do was dance because your oh so lovely boss prohibited you from being requested by the club patrons.
Speaking of your boss, he too was in the crowd just right above you in his private balcony. He was watching with those dark onyx eyes of his, filled with desire and hunger. Each time you looked up he was staring right back down. Jungkook looked so fucking good sprawled out like that over the velvet couch with one hand nursing a glass of whiskey, his hair wild and unkept. Just the display of dominance and power had you weak in the knees.
You bit your bottom lip and slowly ran your hands down your body before reaching back to grip the pole tightly and slowly walking around it. You wanted him to know that you were very much on the same page. The cheers from everyone spurred you on as you spun high on the pole with your head thrown back, the screams grew louder and the crowd wilder as they fought each other to get a better view.
I just been fantasizin', and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,
You hold your breath and slowly slide down as your eyes flicker back up to Jungkook who is now standing leaned over the balcony. He stares at you through half-lidded eyes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek and a lit cigar sitting in his hand. You decide to kick it up a notch. Just a tiny bit.
The lights suddenly go out and your shadow is illuminated by fuschia pink LED lights all around you. No one can see a thing but your silhouette as you reach behind you to unclip your bra. The club goers lose it as you dangle the item teasingly in the air before tossing it into the crowd wishing it was Jungkook you were throwing it at.
“More, more, more,” they chant as you move sensually. Luckily another bouncer comes to hand you another bra top to put on just before the lights around you snap back on.
You're exciting, boy, come find me, your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" fuck that feeling both us fighting, could he try me? Mmm, most likely,
You mouth along to the song while staring right at Jungkook, a tiny smile adorning your lips as you spin around once more on the pole. You don’t look over for the rest of the dance because you’re too nervous to face the outcome. This was the first time you’ve pulled a move other than looking at him and giving Jungkook “fuck me” eyes.
When the show ends you’re pulled to the side by a squealing Soyeon and a giggling Soojin. “Did you not fucking see the look he gave you when you did that?!” Soyeon gasps, “He literally looked so fuckin’ pissed—in a good way though—like he did that thing he does with his tongue and cheek and then he pulled one of his guys to the side!”
“He wants you for real.” Soojin smirks as she pokes your side, “Looks like the birthday girl is gonna get some dick tonight.” She coos in your ear while cupping your tits in her hands, “So what’s your plan, hmm?” She lays her chin over your shoulder, Soyeon nods too and waits for your response.
You contemplate for a second but quickly make up your mind, “I think you guys already know,” you lean back into Soojin with a playful little smile, “who wouldn’t?”
“True,” Soyeon nods, “but you have to tell us the details okay? You gotta tell me if that thing he’s carrying is like nine inches or something.” She looks pretty serious and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your throat as you reply ‘then why don’t you find out?’ She gives you an almost offended look, “Girl that’s your man first of all, secondly I got my own.” She winks.
The three of you chat a little more until Namjoon, one of Jungkook’s closest bodyguards, comes through the door searching the room. When he makes eye contact with you he strides over with a friendly demeanor, “y/n, right?” He tilts his head a little to the side, “Jungkook’s asking for you, said if you could meet him up in the balcony?”
You nod in a heartbeat, “I’m just gonna clean up a little, ‘m a little sweaty ‘n stuff.” You softly reply as Soojin gets to quickly re-touching your makeup. He nods understandingly and murmurs a low “Come up when you’re ready.” After he leaves, Soojin and Soyeon slowly turn to you with little smirks on their faces and brushes in their hands.
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When you reach the balcony you come across Jungkook sprawled out on the sofa with both arms stretched out. He looks a hot mess with the way his tie is hazardously tossed to the side and his white button-up sits messily undone over his chest. “Seems like we’ve finally met.” He hums.
“Hello Mr Jeon,” you softly greet like the polite little thing you are. Your eyes flicker down to the gold cross hanging over his chest, not missing the way his eyes flashed when you said ‘Mr Jeon’. It’s nerve wracking looking into his eyes because Jungkook always held eye-contact and you hated how he made you cower in delight, “I thought I wasn’t allowed to be requested by patrons.”
Jungkook chuckles quietly and brings the cigar up to his lips taking a long drag from it, “Oh? And does that include me too sweetheart?” A pleasant little shiver runs down your spine when the pet name rolls off his tongue so smoothly. You find yourself craving for more.
“I don’t know,” you softly say while inching closer, you come to a stop in front of him, “does my boss consider himself to be included..?” You teasingly run your finger over his shoulder and slowly lower yourself on his thigh, “Does he?” Jungkook’s nostrils flare as he blows the smoke to the side, dropping the cigar on to the ashtray below.
“You wanna give me a dance, is that it sweetheart?” Jungkook drawls out lazily. His eyes inch downwards as he admires the pretty little “outfit” you got on. It reminds him of the little show you put on out there.
Your breath hitches when he grabs the hanging garter string between two fingers and twirls it around in his hold. “...is a dance what you want?” You reply breathily.
Jungkook lays his hand flat on your thigh and strokes over it slowly, idly rubbing his hand up and down over the soft skin. “You offering me more sweetheart?” He licks his lips, “You gonna be a good girl and put on a show like out there—give me a private show just for little ol’ me?” He leans closer to you with his hot breath fanning over your chin and lips.
“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, “ ‘s not fair.”
He grins and noses along your jawline towards your slender neck, “Not fair? How so sweet girl?” He whispers as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your inner thigh, “Hm?” He blows in your ear causing goosebumps to form all over your body.
You tilt your head to look at him, “Because, it’s my birthday.” Your eyes drop down to his lips as you unconsciously lick your own, “Aren’t you gonna wish me happy birthday?” You whisper.
“Oh yeah?” Jungkook looks up at you in amusement as he leans closer, “Happy birthday sweetheart.”
Jungkook gently slips his lips against yours, barely moving as he inched his hand upward between your thighs. You’re so lost in the taste of him as you let your thighs fall open invitingly, and your hands came up to rest over his shoulders. Jungkook grunts under his breath, he moves his lips sensually over yours causing wet smacking noises to fill the space between you two. You softly whine as your lips become glossy and kissed raw from Jungkook’s little bites and harsh kisses.
“Why don’t you lay back, hm? Gonna show you what birthday girls get from me,” he presses a chaste kiss to your neck as he slowly guides you on your back, “there you go, just like that baby—yea..spread ‘em for me.” He watches you in pure delight over how well you’re following his instructions.
You stare up at him with a dazed look, “Do you give every birthday girl this?” You purse your lips in annoyance just thinking about all the other girls who have probably been under him like this.
Jungkook toys with the strap of your bra, “No, just ones that like to tease me on stage.” He smirks as he hooks his finger under the middle of the bra, he tugs it downward until both tits spill out from the cups, “Will you look at that..” He murmurs appreciatively when he sees your pretty pebbled nipples, “I wonder if you’re pretty everywhere else too.”
Your lips part to say something but Jungkook leans down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. You sigh quietly and enjoy the feeling of his wet hot tongue circling and licking over your nipple. He moves his other hand to your other tit and gently wraps his hand around the doughy flesh. Jungkook pulls away and leaves a small trail of spit over your hard nub, as he rolls and kneads your tit in his other hand.
A surprised little “oh!” escapes your lips when he dives down to suck on the other nipple. “Mm–wait,” you throw your head back when his other hand dips low between your thighs, pressing two fingers over your drenched pussy. He teases your clit through your panties as he presses the soaked material against your slicked up cunt.
He hums to himself and pulls away to trail kisses down the middle of your body. His other hand slides down your side until he’s resting it against your hip where the waistband of your panties sits. “Been dreaming bout this day n night sweetheart, you don’t even know how fuckin’ crazy you drive me.” He hooks two fingers under the waistband, “You make it so hard for a man sometimes, you got me fiending like a dog for you.” He growls.
You look down at him and slip your hands over his, “Then make me yours,” you breathily whisper, “ ‘s all yours,” you dreamily smile while hooking your thighs over his shoulders.
Jungkook all but tears your panties off with a loud riiip. He leaves open mouthed kisses trailing down until his mouth’s hovering over your pussy, he wastes no time in letting his tongue dip between your folds. He laps at your messy folds and lays his tongue flat against your clit as he flicks it back and forth teasingly. You quickly become a whimpering mess under him.
He uses his grip to bring your cunt closer to his face, his hands slip under your ass cheeks and he grips both cheeks in his palms. Your eyes flutter shut as you slip your hands into his hair, you wonder if anyone was watching right now. The balcony itself had a thick siding but the thought of them watching Jungkook and you sent delicious little tremors down your spine. “Mm–like that,” you whisper softly while lifting your hips more for him.
It feels like he’s making out with your pussy with the way he’s licking and sucking at your chubby folds, taking a lip into his mouth as he sucks on it teasingly before dipping back in to tease your clit. A choked up moan escapes when his tongue slips lower and pokes at your winking hole, “Please, please,” you tearfully whine, “want more.”
Jungkook leaves a gentle little smooch on your pussy before he goes back to business. His hot tongue slips right into you pushing past your tight rim. Your lips fall open in a small ‘o’ as you shudder, he’s flicking his tongue upwards against your g-spot repeatedly. You scramble to get a hold of him with your fingers tightening in his hair.
“Mmm,” you push his head against you and sigh when his nose accidentally bumps into your clit, “...daddy—” You cry out when the pleasure gets too much and you curl into yourself from the sensitivity.
Jungkook freezes under you, he pulls away and climbs over you with your legs falling from his shoulders. “What did you say?” His eyes narrow, they’re dark with hunger and lust. You look up at him through bleary eyes and giggle instead of answering. Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, relishing in the moan that bubbles out of your throat, “Oh you like that don’t you baby?” He chuckles breathily, “Go on then, tell me what you just said now.” He squeezes gently and runs his thumb over your lips, it’s nothing too drastic but it serves as a reminder.
Your tongue darts out to run over your upper lip seductively, “Would you rather I called you sir? Or Mr Jeon?” You breathily giggle, “Does it turn you on laying me out here in the open for everyone to see?” You whisper as your lips wrap around his thumb, you suck with a low lewd moan.
Jungkook cusses under his breath, “Fuckin’ hell.. Nothing but a straight demon, look at you, jesus.” He bites his lip and pops his wet thumb out of your mouth, “They can look all they want but this pussy’s mine,” he cups your cunt with his free hand, “daddy’s gonna have you all dolled up with a little collar so people know who you belong to.” He smirks.
You mewl at the thought of him putting you in a collar as you eagerly paw at his slacks, “Please daddy,” you slur out, “ ‘m so wet for you. Aren’t you gonna be nice and give me what I want? Or do I have to find someone to do the job for you?” You grin deviously.
Jungkook’s cock is out within seconds after hearing that, he slaps the wet tip over your clit in soft taps. He listens to the wet squelching your cunt makes, it’s like music to his ears hearing how soaked you are. You let your legs slip open wider as he crowds you while slipping his cock between your folds. The tip catches on to your hole and prods at you, “Please,” you whine softly, “wan’ it in,” you buck your hips so more of his cock pops into you.
“Shit, relax for me baby.” He sighs as he slips his cock inch for inch slowly. His cock fits snug in your tight little cunt, you struggle a bit to house the rest of his cock inside of you but eventually he bottoms out with a small smack. “There you go,” he moans in bliss, “doin’ so good for me.”
You shudder at the praise and stare up at him with puppy eyes, “Don’t want it soft and nice daddy—want it fast n hard.” You hook your arms around his shoulders and bring him down for a sweet gentle peck, “You’ll give me what I want, right daddy?” You bat your lashes at him.
Jungkook groans shakily, “Fuck yes—I’ll give you everything you want baby.” He pumps his cock in and out of you, “Gonna have you dripping in diamonds.” He gasps as his hips roll forward with each time being a little more rougher than the last.
His movements cause you to lightly bounce in place under him, you can only moan and whimper as he drives his cock in and out of you. Your pussy hugs his cock tight when backstrokes making it a bit hard to fuck into you. He shoves his hand between the two of you and presses down on your clit with his thumb causing a loud cry to escape your lips.
“Harder..!” You rasp out and throw your head back. Jungkook wastes no time in diving in to bury his face between your shoulder and neck, leaving a mess of hickeys and love bites in his wake.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he gasps, “ ‘s like this slutty little pussy was made for me.” He fucks into your rougher and makes sure to press in deep each time he bottoms out.
Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, you dig your nails into his shoulder and curl your legs around his waist tightly. “S-So good,” you gasp. His fat cock fills you up just nicely and rubs up against every sensitive spot inside your cunt. You can feel every throb and vein on his cock as he fucks away mindlessly.
Jungkook tilts his face to messily slot his lips against your own, he slams his hips upwards rather harshly. Each punishing thrust leaves you shaking and mewling for more, you weakly hold on to him for dear life and try not loosen your grip on him. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites teasingly as a low whine escapes your lips.
“Fuck, you like that don’t you baby? Got myself a little painslut don’t I?” He purrs low while circling his hips and letting you feel every inch of his cock.
You hiss softly and hide your face in the soft cushioning of the couch, you’ve long blocked out the music in favor of focusing on two things: Jungkook and the wet noises your cunt made. You could feel dollops of slick run down your taint and between your ass cheeks. His cock was drenched in your wetness, everytime he pushed back in a loud squelch was followed shortly after.
“You gonna be a good girl and cum on this cock baby? Gonna make it nice n messy for me?” He huskily whispers, “C’mon baby, answer me.” He lightly slaps your cheek forcing you to look at him.
“Y-Yes,” you softly gasp, back arching when he strikes your g-spot repeatedly.
“Yes what?” He licks his lips.
“Yes daddy.” You whimper out. Jungkook captures your lips in a heated kiss and then proceeds to slam his cock in and out of your battered pussy.
You hug him tightly while messily kissing back as his cock slips in and out of your gaping cunt. He pulls out to the very tip before slamming back in and repeating the process over and over. Loud wet smacks are heard but you’re too cock drunk to see (or care) if anyone is looking. Before you even realize it, your cunt squeezes tightly around him and you cum with a loud cry. Your pussy absolutely gushes around him.
Jungkook groans low in his throat, he comes to a halt and simply grinds his cock into you. He feels more slick coat his cock until he’s covered in slick. He throbs at the sight of your trembling thighs and presses his cock in, letting his creamy cum fill your pussy up. You both slump into each other, he pants heavily and just lays there with his body covering your own.
“Got all night baby,” he murmurs in your ear while kissing the side of your head, “why don’t we get a little more comfortable in my bed, yeah?” He whispers.
You turn to press your lips to his, “Mmhm,” you pull away as a string of spit follows, “gonna give you a REAL show daddy.” You softly say.
Jungkook chuckles quietly, “I’m sure you are.”
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⁶⁶⁶♡ perverted ♡⁶⁶⁶
𖤐 ellie needs a little extra care.. 🦢
⤹𓍢ִ໋listening to; elita harkov- perverted
cw/tags; nsfw, perverted!ellie, subtop!ellie, nipple play, grinding, vibrator(giving), overstimulation(giving), fingering (receiving), squirting, 'mama' petname
an; wanted ellie to call me mama ina dom way but also wanted to make her squirt, so, tada!!! way simpler writing this is just a drabble ellie's masterlist
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it was ritualistic. the way her hands feel voidly empty when she's not cupping your hips or molding to the convex of your waist constantly. it was sick. lacking the aftertaste of your juices, dying breathless to lap your folds again. it was twisted. visions of you naked, moaning, on the edge, plaguing her mind.
so when her eyes settled on your silhouette, attired in nothing but a shapeless tee, underwear, and socks, plunging your hands in the sinks foamy water, she can graphically visualize those exact pieces of clothing on the floor.
ellie's body behind you, pushing your otherwise stagnant rump into her needy groin, grunting 'fucks' and 'shits' in the raised skin on your neck. her flys' already unbuttoned and poking the cloaked valley of your cheeks repititively. the drenched sensation of her slit is titillating enough, smudging her panties with each chafe that only suffices minimal friction. her poor clits' not getting enough. bending her knees purely to rut her throbbing crotch into your ass.
''need' mama in bed..'' she purrs, indulging a latch to your neck, pink tongue suckling a bruise.
you play her game, but with little reaction. sutured lips and no words in reply to her plea, hands remnant on the dirty dishes.
her voice grunts again, ''m' so fuckin' horny.." as her fingers trail from your hips and grasp your loose tits above the fabric, gently squeezing.
"hmm, baby?"
''i need you...'' she whines further and deviates from your neck, looming over to get a glimpse of your face, "been thinkin' bout you all day." you feel her hand slither down between your bodies, biting her lips and putting pressure on her angry pulsing clit.
you had an entirely different vision in your mind.
this lead you to where you lie now, nude beside her, prying her leg open, the kickback of a vibrator rattling your knuckles and rolling the tip around her sensitive little red bud as she twitches and writhes in pleasure.
her own toughened hands flick her hard nipples, eyes engaging to the back of her head as she revels in the stimulation that's just too fucking good. her puffy eyes fall to ogle your tits, mesmerized in a trance. creamy nectar streamlining into a puddle beneath her. she's your needy little mess.
''c'mon mama~ go faster, nghhhhh.. fuck..'' ellie bellows out, drooling from her agape lips.
you up the speed on the toy, rubbing slow linear motions over and under the hood of her clit, all the right spots that have her nearly squirting all over your hand. pearly white serum gathers at the base of the toy, dripping off the edge.
"ooohhhf.. ffuck, oh god-" a groan hitches in her larynx, casting those dozy eyes over to watch the toys bulbous end coated in sticky slick part her folds and judder the skin. specks of her juices splatter the inside of her thighs, beautifully casting a wet halo around her swollen cunt.
"feel good els?"
"yeah, u're so fuckin' good- mama makes me feel s'good.."
after slapping and digging the vibrator into her clit a bit more, she's clenching her muscles up and splashing squirt everywhere. she's got her lips hung open, curling her head back til' the pillow hits her nose, whole body trembling. yet, she doesn't want you to stop. striving for another orgasm.
''keep tha- shhhshh-shit on, don't fuckin' stop..'' her stern voice mixes with quaking chords, choked up in the joy ride.
you don't. you listen. those husky groans of desperation boil over you. she's always so forward even in this position. you fucking love it. it only catches you by surprise when her calloused fingers drift over your belly and dive into your pussy, taking no time to prod your g spot with such fluidity.
"what'cha doin'- mmh- there, ellie?" you coo between throaty whimpers, lighting brushing her chin with your vacant digits.
"don't wanna leave ya- gh! ..neglected." bobbing hiccups jolt her body slightly, loving the way your pussy swallows her in like it knows her.
it's scary how she even barely handles the overstimulation, purely just turned on by the fact you're both fucking eachother, so.. so well.
and it satisfies her, so.. so much, beady green eyes watching you closely, rasping, ''mhm.. that's more like it."
her perverted little mind always wins.
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had a bite, hope you don't mind
Happy Birthday to my pal!!!!
per proud spider-man tradition, I am late on this
#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH💖💕💞💞💋🎉💕‼️💋💋💫💖💫💞‼️💞💕💖🎉💋💖💫‼️💞💫💕💖💕💋💕🎉💫💕‼️💞💖💕💖🎉💖💞‼️💞💋💋💋#i need a MINUTE#hey hi. speaking to you directly (through tags because im too much of a wuss to message you about it)#i.#love you#so much#you have no fuckin idea how much you and this mean to me#just the gesture alone#not even mentioning all the effort???#you're so amazing#and i am so grateful to have you as a friend#okay mushy outta the way. back to screaming#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHDHFKDLEMRBDJOSLWNDVDILANDNDKSLDBDBDKLSNS THEY ARE SO CUTE AND HDJDGSKSBKDJD#miguel with his toes out ... sir#peter lookin so scrunchy 💋💖💞💕‼️#and wade is so CUTE!!!#pretty boys the lot of em#i actually really like this style with them#it's so toon#good silhouette#back to chewing on peter because hes so gdhdkskaakxmx#i dont even know how to describe it#but he looks gummy candy like to me#i don't have as much patience as you to draw the webbing#that is a skill I will leave to the professionals#god when I tell you I could stare at them all day#i know i say that a lot#but i genuinely mean it each and every time#i need them tattooed in my brain and that's the closest i can get#they're my homescreen now btw
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can i request a boynextdoor!jj x girlnextdoor!reader? anything you wanna do with that! thanks youuu!!!
(sorry about any spelling mistakes lol) #yummmmmm!!!! just a little boynextdoor!jj x girlnextdoor!reader thought ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
messing around with the boy next door is nothing short of amazing, messing around while your parents weren’t home, watching him get all sweaty doing yard work from your window, playing footsies under the table when your family invites the neighborhood for a big ol’ dinner, and, sneaking him in through your window at night just to sleep in each other’s arms…
jj was pretty sure, no, 100% sure that he loved you and felt like a lucky son of bitch to have you even more so because you were so close by. you too would call on the phone when you couldn’t have him climbing through the window at night but sometimes his phone just wouldn’t work or would get shut off due to his dad not paying the bill. at some point, he couldn't rely on technology to communicate with you so he spent one afternoon making a little basket string pulley system that connected both windows. this way you were able to send each other little notes that were mostly just a bunch of i love you’s, horny thoughts, and promises of running away together.
jj had also convinced you to learn the flashlight morse code as well as his own “flashlight code” which sort of heals his inner child, acting like spies that could only communicate through light code.
“two flashes means yes and one means no…flash then stop and then long flash means i’m hard.” he points to the page, gesturing for you to write it down in your notebook to help you remember.
“uh huh…” you don’t even question it and write it down.
there are times when your parents find out you've been “messing around with that no good maybank boy” and ground you, forbidding you to see him, so in times like those you are grateful for your little notes system, sending him lipstick kiss marks, your clothes doused in your perfume or what you call little “treats”.
dear jayjay,
sometimes when i miss you and can’t sneak you in, i put the t-shirt you left here on and dream of you being here with me and re-read your little notes. i know you still have trouble expressing your feelings but i love you anyways
sometimes when i can see your light still on i sit on my bed and play with myself, rub my pussy through my panties thinking of you…wishing it was you, rubbing my clit like you showed me and kissing me.
since im grounded and can’t risk seeing you right now i wanted to give you my panties to help you out with my absence, i wrote your name on them and i came thinking of you (that’s why it's all sticky lol) so it's yours now! i love you jay! メ𝟶メ𝟶!!
and jj very much appreciates the little gift because that night he’s licking and smelling the little watch patch on the fabric like a perv, using them to fist his throbbing hard cock thinking of you.
“fuck- shit baby…smell so fuckin’ good,” he grits through his teeth, eyes closed imagining you bouncing up and down on his cock whining with tears streaming down your face.
“love you s-so much,” jj’s eyes open to look out his window over to watch your silhouette move around in your dimly lit room, he’s grunting out a “fuck fuck fuck!” and fisting his dick faster leading him to spill out globs of hot cum all over your ruined panties.
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company cowboy like me chapter six
lfg i am so happy to finally be back writing!!! here's a new part of cowboy like me to celebrate - you can also catch parts one thru five over on my masterlist 🤍 love u all lmk ur thoughts whose side are we on with the argument? 😏
pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader
summary: joel and his hands help you feel better after an argument with your dad
warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! shower fun, handjob, fingering, bit of comeplay, like, allusions to exhibitionism?? not rly tho, dom!joel, unprotected p in v sex (i do not condone it unless it is fictional), praise kink, overstimulation, begging, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), cursing, grilled cheese consumption (for all my lactose intolerant babies i got u)
word count: 8.4k
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“Please let me cum, promise I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet.” He laughs, some smug, cocky laugh. If you had a sliver of energy and half the feeling in your body, you’d bat his arm. “Don’t want you to be quiet, angel. You wanted to get caught, remember? Get us caught, then. Let ‘em all hear just what you’re up to.” “No,” you moan, head shaking, “don’t wanna get caught. Just w-wanna cum. Please, Joel…”
The birds singing. A car passing by on the street outside. The dull buzz of the shower running, and the gentle humming of the man standing in it. Whichever one wakes you first, you don’t much care. Your eyes have fluttered open to find the bathroom door half-open, the steamed-up shower right ahead of you.
You can see his silhouette moving around. Hands raising to rub shampoo into his hair. Dipping to push soap suds down the trail from his belly button. You’re half-naked in his bed, still sore from your antics from the night before, and he’s winding that coil all over again. Just from showering.
You push yourself off the bed with a groan. Your thighs burn as you move them; between your legs feels just as tender. His t-shirt hangs off you.
You slowly wander over to the bathroom door and pause to listen. It’s one of his country songs he’s always playing in the truck. And this man swears he ain’t a country fan.
Your head leans against the doorframe. One gentle push and he’ll know you’re right here.
The t-shirt comes off in one swift movement, and in you go.
“Mornin’, baby,” he coos as you walk over the threshold. When he peers around the steamed-up glass, he notices your lack of clothing, and mumbles an Oh as you step inside.
“What time does Sarah’s flight get in?” you ask innocently. His eyes are making their way slowly down your figure.
“An–” He clears his throat. “An hour.”
“You got time, then?”
He smirks as you soak yourself under the hot stream of water, and says, “Always got time for you.”
Your hands cup his strong jaw and pull him down to you. He obliges, lips parting to crash against yours. Tongues twisting and curling around one another, hands squeezing and scratching and stroking bodies. His palms find your tits and he squeezes, pulling a moan from your lips.
“So fuckin’ needy,” he murmurs against your lips.
You smile back into the kiss, replying, “It’s all your fault.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” your hand starts travelling south, “got – me – fuck – all ruined.”
Joel’s already hard when your hands take hold of him. Like, fucking hard. So hard you actually look down as you grip him with both hands, awestruck by how quickly he’s turned on. When you look back up, a cocky smile fills his cheeks.
“Get goin’ then. I ain’t got all mornin’.”
“Fuck you.” You drag your hand up his length.
“That’s what I got you for,” he breathes, leaning his head back against the tile, eyes closing.
This is the part you like. Sure, Joel’s hot when he’s being dominant, fucking you senseless, whispering filth in your ear, even just the way his hands grip your body. But this – when he’s under your hand, right where you want him, right where he wants to be. This is it for you.
Watching him unravel at your touch, the way you squeeze him, pull him, take care of him; your words, sweet and smooth as honey in his ear, asking how good it feels, telling him how good he looks, peppering wet kisses down his neck and across his chest; and then, when he’s close, the way he pants and takes hold of your wrist, telling you without speaking exactly how to fuckin’ get him there.
When you feel his hips buck, you sink to your knees and hold the head of his cock on your tongue. He tilts his head to look down at you, mouth agape, hand on the back of your head. You stroke his length a few more times, the tip swirling over your pink lips, before he grunts, releasing all over your tongue, watching as you take every last drop.
“Good girl…” he whispers, over and over until he goes limp. You never take your eyes off of him as you lick your lips and swallow. “Good fuckin’ girl.”
When he comes down from his high, Joel takes your hands and pulls you back up to stand. He lazily bumps his nose against yours and then pulls you in, filling your mouth with his tongue. He groans into the kiss, tangling his hand in your hair, tasting himself on you.
“You know how good you are to me?”
Your face lights up when you look up at him. You could almost say something you think you’d regret afterward. When the wave of bravery washes down the drain with the water from above, you settle for your usual cocky teasing: “I know. You don’t gotta tell me.”
He laughs and turns you gently so your back is to him. He shifts your wet hair out of the way, and then begins to massage your shoulders. His hands drop down your arms, squeezing and rubbing, then back up, feeling their way over your breasts and down your stomach.
“Gonna make you feel nice ‘n better, after last night.”
Your lips fall open, silently begging him not to stop, to keep going further down, to fuck you with his fingers against the cool tile.
You forget he’s a mind reader. He’s already doing it before your thought is done.
Fingers run over your clit, already sensitive and swollen, and you gasp.
“That feel good, darlin’?” he whispers in your ear.
Your head falls back to his shoulder with a moan, and he kisses your neck, sucking softly on the sensitive spots that were between his teeth last night. His fingers rub you gently.
“So pretty for me, baby.”
You can feel your legs starting to give, but his free arm wraps around your waist, holding you up so that, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t collapse.
His fingers dip lower still, parting your lips, running through your folds. He’s so good, you think you might be dreaming. Then he inserts a curled finger and you know for sure, this is no dream.
“Joel…”
You squirm under his touch, and it only pushes him further. A second finger, stretching you out more, pressing up against the soft, spongey insides of your pussy. You grip onto his arm snaked around your waist with one hand, place the other against the tile to steady yourself.
“Doin’ so good, baby, that’s it. Just like that.” His voice is as smooth as whiskey in your ear, the drawl of his accent sending you as far as the fingers hooked inside your cunt.
Your breathing starts to stammer, your stomach tightening with your orgasm fast approaching. Joel inserts a third finger, making you cry out, and your head knocks into his shoulder again. Pleasure sparks between your legs, the weight of you riding on Joel’s hand, fire igniting through every nerve in your body.
“‘attagirl, all over me,” Joel coaches you through it, his other hand forced to let go of your waist to steady you both against the wall as your release doubles you over.
You come back to earth; stars in your vision, feeling the weight of him on your back, protecting you from the spray of water from the shower, chin still dipped over your shoulder.
“We’re good at this,” he whispers, and you give a blissful smile. “One day they’ll make a movie about us.”
You come back to reality with a hearty laugh, turning back around slowly. Joel’s arms snake around your waist and he pulls you in for a deep kiss.
“Maybe one day we could do that ourselves,” you tease.
He gives a smile which means more than it looks. You’re a mind reader, too. He likes that idea. He’s…considering it.
“I gotta go,” Joel says after some time.
You nod.
He follows you out of the shower and hands you the towel he’d sat on the counter for himself, dripping off to the linen closet in the hallway for another while you pat yourself dry. You scoop up his shirt and throw it over yourself, laying back down on his bed to wait for him finishing up getting ready.
Another thing you love doing: watching him. Whether he’s driving, grabbing a beer from the fridge, or just getting dressed like right now, you like to watch him. Study him. Know him better than he knows himself.
He doesn’t typically let you watch him do much – his hands are usually all over you with the precious little time you two get together – and when he clocks you staring over at him as he buckles his belt, he snorts.
“Besotted, ain’tcha?”
He stands at the foot of the bed. You say nothing back. Then he begins crawling up, knees apart to climb over your legs, and crouches over you as you giggle.
His head drops down to give you one last meaningful kiss before you know he has to leave. When you part, his forehead leans against yours.
“Hook, line, and sinker,” he softly says.
You don’t have a reply. At least, not one you want him to hear. Yet.
“Go pick up Sarah. I’ll be gone when you come back.”
He stands, and you take his offered hand to pull yourself up from the bed.
“Don’t have to be. I’ll tell her you wanted to surprise her.”
You shake your head. “I got work later anyways. And y’all deserve some time alone to catch up. I’ll see you when I see you.”
“Okay, darlin’,” he says in a mocking baby tone, pouting his lips. Pulls you in for a quick squeeze. Then turns and wanders off down the hall to the top of the stairs.
“How will you cope without being the center of my attention?” he calls back.
You smile to yourself and watch as his figure disappears. You stand on his carpet, still, silent, until the front door shuts and his truck engine hums in the drive.
Your eyes travel around his room. His unmade bed, one big dip in the middle of the mattress where your bodies had been pressed together, limbs intertwined, sharing breath. The small pile of your clothes Joel had laid out as you dozed, neatly tucked on a dresser, your phone laying on top. A framed photo of him and Sarah on his windowsill that makes your chest tighten when your eyes find it.
You turn away and start getting ready, picking up your clothes one by one. Your panties are missing – not that they’d be much use anyways, the last state you saw them in. It’d be hot to go commando if you thought Joel might find out; less hot when you’re just about to head off on a walk of shame back to your dad’s.
You wander around to Joel’s nightstand and roll the drawer open. Pick up a pair of white boxers and pull them on. As you leave, you throw his tee over your elbow.
He won’t notice it’s gone, right?
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You’re perched on your window seat, watching the quiet street below. It’s been two days since you last saw Joel, strolling down his hallway to go pick up Sarah. You’d been working the past couple days anyway, but your mind had been elsewhere.
You and Joel weren’t able to see each other for obvious reasons, but he was always at the end of the phone whenever you were bored and wanted attention. Truthfully, you’d spent every waking minute hanging over your cell, waiting for it to light up with a message or call from him.
You unlock it and scroll through the last few texts you’d exchanged.
Joel: Decorations were a hit. Should be all over Instagram or whatever
You: You’re welcome ;)
Joel: Don’t I get any credit?
You: You can take the credit for blowing my back out afterward. Let me have the decs
Joel: Fair.
You smile, reading back over the messages. You’d been trying not to bother him so much now that Sarah was back, but you’re struggling to find anything to distract your thoughts from him. What he’s up to, where he is, who he’s with…and not even in a jealous way. Just…because you miss him.
That’s the weird part. Missing him.
Sure, for the last two weeks, anytime your hands have been on your body, it’s Joel’s name passing your lips in breathy moans. But missing the sound of his voice? The smell of him?
That’s new. That’s weird.
There’s a knock at your bedroom door.
“Yeah?”
Your dad nudges in, toolbox in hand. “Hey, hon. Just thought I’d have a look at that latch on your window that keeps catchin’.”
“Oh,” you say, shifting from your seat. “Sure. Thanks.”
He sets the toolbox at the end of your bed, and you shift some cushions and blankets to sit beside it. As he’s digging through his tools, he glances up and notices the men’s large t-shirt laying strewn across your pillows.
“New shirt?” he asks.
You look over your shoulder. Fuck.
“Texas Rangers.” Your dad raises his eyebrows, nodding. “Impressed.”
“Yeah, I– I, uh…” You’re scrambling for some excuse, words tripping over one another in the scram to explain. “Got it at a thrift store the other day. It’s nice to sleep in, I guess.”
He hums and then turns, completely oblivious. “Might head over to Joel’s once I’ve done this, since I got the tools out. He has some pipe in his bathroom he reckons is leakin’. You wanna come? See Sarah for a bit?”
“Maybe…” you hum, not really listening. You’re typing a message out to Joel.
You: My dad just totally spotted your shirt on my bed…
Joel: So you’ve got my shirt? I was looking all over for it.
You: Is it really that much of a surprise? Had to say I’d thrifted it
Joel: Offended by the fact you wanted him to believe anyone would throw out a Rangers shirt
You: Well, he believed it, so what does that tell you, cowboy?
Joel: Given what we know your dad’s oblivious to right now, not a lot, kid
You: Speaking of, when can I see you?
Joel: Tough right now with Sarah being home. Sorry baby. Soon as we can, I promise.
You throw yourself back onto your bed with a sigh.
“Boy trouble?” your dad asks.
“Huh?” You sit up straight. What…the fuck?
He chuckles, messing around with the window, his back turned to you. “Awfully big sigh. I know that sigh. Who is he?”
If Joel were in the room right now, he’d be masking his laughter behind a closed fist at the mere sight of your face. You stare at your dad’s back for a decent amount of time, long enough for him to turn back and look at you.
“You hearin’ me?” he asks. “It someone I know? It ain’t your friend Sam from Frank’s, is it? That boy don’t know his hand from his foot at the best ’a times. You can do better than him.”
“It ain’t a boy. And I appreciate the advice, but I’m good, Dad.”
“Speakin’ of advice…” He walks slowly over to the bed, switching out some tools. “I got this supplier whose daughter works in human resources at…uh…some company, downtown. Name escapes me. He was tellin’ me it’s good money, lotta hours…Said she’d be happy to meet with you if you wanted to go in for an interview.”
“I…I’m okay, I think. Thanks, though.”
“Sure? I thought maybe you’d wanna be lookin’ for something a little more…permanent.”
“I will,” you reply, glancing down at your phone. No new messages. “I just…I’m happy at Sal’s right now.”
“Right, right. And Sal’s been real good to you, kiddo.”
“I kinda wanna see what I can get with my degree anyway.”
Your thumbs dance over the keyboard, still hunting for attention from Joel, and searching for the right words to get it. You’re barely even present in the room with your dad when you hear him ask, “Film? You really think there’s gonna be much out there?”
Your head whips up. He’s sauntering back over to the window. Your phone lands with a thud on your bed beside your thigh.
“Uh…I don’t know. ‘s why I wanna look.”
“Hm.”
“Hm?”
He shakes his head, screwing something into your window frame. “Naw, I just…don’t know what you’re gonna find, is all.” He chuckles a little. Kinda chuckle that makes your fists ball.
You watch him through thin eyes, pulling your bottom lip under your teeth. “Well, I got Sal’s to keep me goin’ until I do find somethin’.”
Your dad doesn’t reply. You stare him down until he turns around, notices you, and raises his brows, forehead crinkling.
When he dives back into the toolbox instead of responding, you start to feel heat in your belly.
You speak through your teeth. “Is that…Is it okay?”
“Sure, hon. I ain’t tellin’ you what to do.”
“Well, you ain’t tellin’ me much else, though, so…”
“I’m only thinking,” he lifts his palms, your eyes trace them, “your degree is very specific. And there maybe isn’t a lot of specific work down this way for somethin’ like film. That’s all. I thought HR might be a good move.”
You bite the inside of your cheek. He’s closing over the metal lid.
“Then why’d I go through four years of studying it?”
“Because it interested you. And because you were good at it–”
“So, shouldn’t I be doin’ something with it?”
“–but ultimately, hon, a degree’s just a degree, you understand?”
Your face screws up, lip curled. “Huh?”
“Lotta folks don’t got a degree. Lotta folks get one, and it goes to waste. They spend all that money, all that time…and work part-time in some dead-end job for the rest of their lives. Chasin’ a career that’s never comin’.”
You choke back a laugh, a stunned, confused, livid laugh. Your lips tremble and twist in and out of different shapes, trying to form words that your voice won’t speak.
“You worked damn hard to get that degree. Now, use it. Use it right.”
He slaps the toolbox closed and starts trotting out of your room, and you find your voice.
“Oh, screw you!”
Your dad’s hand hooks around the doorframe and he turns back. “Pardon me?”
“What fuckin’ right do you have to tell me I’m gonna end up in a dead-end job? Ain’t a job a job?”
“Woah, kiddo,” he holds a hand out, “no, no, that’s not what I’m sayin’. Not at all.”
“You’re saying I should give up tryna get a job I actually want, and get a real job, right? That– That film ain’t much of a thing? I worked my ass off for nothin’?”
“No, you worked your ass off for everything, and you deserve to find somethin’ that rewards all your hard work.”
“Oh, what the fuck does that even mean?” You throw your arms up, striding across the room.
He shakes his head with a sigh. “It means – I just want what’s best for you. I was just thinkin’ out loud, honey. That’s all.”
In one sweep, he’s gone. The toolbox rattles down the hall and recedes into background noise. You’re stood in a cloud of rage at your door, breath coming hard and fast out of your nose, staring at the empty hallway before you.
You stalk over to your bed and your thumbs finally figure out what to send to Joel.
You: Are you free to talk real quick??
He’s calling you within thirty seconds.
“What’s up?” his voice speaks before you even open your mouth, and instantly you feel yourself calming.
“Are you eating?”
“Mhm. Grilled cheese.”
You can hear the chewing sounds through the receiver.
“You mind swallowing before you talk?”
“Sorry, darlin’,” he chuckles a little, then clears his throat. “What’s goin’ on?”
“Just…” You sigh. “Fuck…I don’t even know.”
Your head falls into one hand as you pace back and forth.
“I had this argument with my dad; he’s goin’ on about careers and jobs and using my degree – but to do somethin’ I don’t wanna do. Then, he’s makin’ out like I’ll never find a job in film, or in anything I want. And he said that– He basically said that I’ll be in a dead-end job forever, ‘less I go work in human resources.”
Joel’s quiet for a few seconds until he realizes you’re done. “’sec, baby, I got a mouthful of grilled cheese over here.”
You roll your eyes and, after a gulp, his voice floats back through your phone.
“He wants you to– Human resources, I hear that right?”
“Yup. He says it’s a good place to be, apparently.”
“Your dad, the contractor?”
You throw your arm up in the air again. “Thank you!”
Joel and his laughter cut you short before you start another rant.
“Alright, alright, first of all…you already got a job, and it’s a good, steady job; you like it, you’re happy enough there, right?”
“Mhm,” you agree.
“Mhm. So that’s not an issue. Second, you’re twenty-three. That’s still young, darlin’. You got your whole life to try and find somethin’ you really like. Hell, I didn’t figure it out until I had Sarah. You got time. Don’t worry about it.
“And third: who gives a fuck what your dad thinks? If you’re happy, what’s it matter what him or anyone else says?”
You nod, sitting down on your bed. Your eyes are starting to well.
“Hm?” Joel beckons.
“Yeah,” you squeak.
“Don’t you worry that pretty little mind, baby. It was just an argument. He wants what’s best for you, ‘n if I know him half as well as I do, he just got his words a little jumbled up.”
“I’m still fuckin’ mad at him, though,” you mumble.
Joel laughs. “Yeah. ‘n I reckon you’re allowed to be, for a little bit.”
“Thanks. Sorry for interruptin’ you ‘n your grilled cheese.”
“’s alright. I gotta make you one of these next time you’re over here, I’m a master at ‘em. Sarah’s favorite.”
You lay back on your bed, giggling. “I’m gonna hold you to that, y’know.”
“Oh, I know, kid. Hey, I was actually thinking of dropping by tomorrow mornin’, got some papers your dad wants to take a look at. Figured I’d catch ‘im before he goes off to work.”
You feel your heart swell just at the thought of him being in front of you, actually in person, standing right there. Cotton-covered chest to be touched, worked hands to be held, rough but gentle lips to be kissed.
Hard cock to be – never mind.
“Yeah?” you say, coolly, trying not to let him in on the butterflies swirling around your stomach.
“Yep. Better be awake. I’ll want my t-shirt back.”
“Setting my alarm as we speak.”
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You’re in the kitchen making breakfast when you hear the front door open, and an all too familiar Texas drawl.
“Anybody home?”
You lean back from the counter and stare down the hallway toward the door, which he closes and turns to face you.
“Hello, darlin’.”
“Hi,” you mutter, smiling.
“Dad in?”
You nod. “Upstairs. Getting ready.”
His fingers tug on your t-shirt sleeve. His t-shirt sleeve.
“Nice shirt.”
You give a bashful smile, but he’s grinning. The fucker loves seeing you in his clothes as much as you love wearing them. He doesn’t care.
Joel sets his papers on the countertop and runs a hand through your hair, sweeping it out of your face. You lean into his touch by instinct, then catch yourself, and move away, but Joel stays where he is.
“You okay?” he murmurs.
“Mhm. Want some cereal?”
He smiles, shaking his head, then lowers his chin and softly presses his lips to yours.
Your hands drop the box like it’s scorching hot, and link around his neck. He pushes against you, pinning you to the counter.
If it weren’t for the thudding of your dad’s footsteps down the stairs right then, you’d probably ask Joel to fuck you right here and now in your kitchen. You’re that needy.
“Hey, partner,” your dad calls when he notices Joel, now standing a good four feet away from you, papers back in his fist.
You pour some milk in the bowl and lean back against the island, cereal in hand.
“Brought that paperwork.” Joel lifts his fist, and your dad nods gratefully.
“Hey,” your dad says, turning to you and knocking your shoulder with his index finger. “Here’s the number of that guy’s daughter I was talkin’ about…”
You take a deep breath, studying the card in his hand, the name Vanessa Hart printed below some logo. Joel notices your expression when your dad holds it out between two fingers. He knows y’all fought – though he’s not meant to – but he doesn’t know you two haven’t spoken since. You ate dinner in your room alone last night.
The look in your eye catches him up just fine.
“What’s this?” Joel asks, returning the papers to the counter behind you and taking the business card from your dad’s hand. He tosses it over before passing to you. You wordlessly take it, sliding your bowl alongside his paperwork.
“She’s been thinkin’ about work. Lookin’ around for somethin’ a little more…challenging, than retail anyway. Right?”
You raise your eyebrows. “Right.”
Joel looks at you intently. Knowingly. “Thought you wanted to be a journalist, or something? Film…? No?”
You glance up at him. “I, um…”
“This is maybe somethin’ a little more realistic, y’know.” Your dad shifts from foot to foot, almost awkwardly.
“She got a degree in film,” Joel mutters, almost leaning into you to make you answer. Your eyes travel along to his shoulder. “You like film, right?”
“I like film. Yeah. It was good.”
“So, you don’t wanna do somethin’ with that?”
Your shoulders tense as you look up at him, trying to answer him honestly and at the same time, stop another heated discussion from happening between you and your dad, who then initiates that discussion himself by piping up.
“What’s Sarah doin’, again, Joel?”
You wince, knowing what’s about to happen.
“Sports Science.” Joel’s voice feels dangerous. He’s still staring at you. Vanessa’s card is beginning to tremble in your hands as you flip it over and over.
“See? Now, that, I would understand. That’s a great degree. Not that yours isn’t,” your dad shoots you a look as he’s packing his lunch into his bag, “just that, with Sports Science, I mean…she could do lotsa stuff.”
“I could do lots with film, too, Dad.” You try to mask the anger through your teeth.
“Like what?”
Joel sighs under his breath. Your eyes dart across his. You take a deep breath, steady yourself.
“Like…journalism, or production, or promotion. Lots of behind-the-scenes stuff.”
“I’m just tryna look out for you, kiddo, just tryna be realistic. Like I said last night, there aren’t so many opportunities in that sorta stuff down here. Fine, up in New York, but in Austin? Nah.”
“Maybe you just gotta move back to New York. I’ll come with ya,” Joel says, shrugging, with an expression that elicits a laugh from you. He looks relieved to see you smile.
Your dad clears his throat and takes a step closer to you. Your smile fades as quickly as it appeared.
“I just want what’s best for you. The arts…ain’t really a steady job. Somethin’ like Sports Science, see, now, that’s safe. That’s a good choice.”
“A good choice,” you echo, your face flushing. “So, mine wasn’t a good choice?”
“No, it’s just that–”
“Why are we havin’ this same conversation again, Dad?” You throw the card behind you on the counter. “I said I’d do my own thing, in my own time, and you come up with even more to shove in my damn face. You can’t just leave it? Not even for one day?”
“Aw, c’mon, hon, film? Tell me what you found, lookin’ for jobs in film. Go on.”
Joel’s head cocks and he holds a hand out. “Alright, that’s enough.”
“No, tell me. I’m seriously askin’. What did you find? ‘cause I’ve been lookin’, kiddo–”
You scoff. “Oh, you’ve been looking.”
“Yes, I have, which seems to be a damn sight more ‘n you’ve done, and there ain’t nothin’. Now, I’m sorry for bringing it up. I thought I was doin’ a good thing. Thought you’d appreciate me helpin’ out.”
“Sure. I appreciate you steppin’ foot where you ain’t wanted. And then insulting me while you’re at it.”
Your dad sighs and lifts his arms, bringing them down onto his thighs with a clap. Then he picks his bag up, slings it over his shoulder, and turns back to you.
“I just wanted to help. I’m gone, alright? Joel, thanks for those, I’ll take a look when I’m home.”
Without another word, he strides down the hall and heads out the front door.
Joel’s hand immediately wraps around your arm.
“Hey,” he says when you turn away, tears forming. “Woah, hey. It’s alright.”
He pulls you into his chest and rests his chin on your head, and you bury your face into his shirt, groaning with rage. He rubs the back of your head and hushes you as you weep into his chest.
He pulls away, cupping your chin and pushing the hair out of your face. You’re still bubbling away, Joel’s thumbs wiping away tears hot with anger from your cheeks.
“I’m not crying ‘cause I’m upset,” you sniff, and he nods, softly caressing your face. “I’m crying ‘cause I’m fuckin’ angry.”
“I know, baby,” he fusses. “He’s bein’ an ass, no doubt about that.”
“I told you.” You ball your fists and lightly bump them against his strong chest. “Fuckin’ dick.”
“Fuckin’ dick,” Joel agrees, and you laugh. “Tell me what to do to make you feel better.”
You lean back, Joel’s hand locked around yours to stop you from falling. A dark thought crosses your mind, and you do your best not to let it show through your eyes. Joel seems oblivious when he reels you in and your hands come to rest on his pecs.
“I dunno,” you mumble, eyes stuck on the fabric of his shirt.
“Must be somethin’. What do you want me to do?”
“Just…stick around for a bit? Keep me company.”
“Company, huh? What’s that entail?”
“We could…watch a movie?” Your fingers flirt with the collar of his open shirt. “…could…talk…?”
Joel studies you as you slowly peel the button-up from his shoulders, letting it rest on his biceps.
“Darlin’,” he murmurs, realizing where you’re at, “I got stuff I should be doin’ today.”
“I know. Just…make me feel better first.”
He sighs, looking at you from beneath his brows. His shirt is hanging from his elbows, his palms planted firmly against your waist. His hands are squeezing you just enough to encourage you to keep going.
“Won’t be long. Promise. You can have your shirt back, after it.”
You angle your jaw and smile sweetly at him, and he lowers his to meet you halfway. Your breath hot against his lips, you whisper, “’s not like either of us are gonna last longer than five minutes, anyway,” and he closes the space between you.
When your lips connect, Joel pushes off the counter and begins backing you toward the couch.
“I love,” you breathe into the kiss, “when you do that.”
“Do what?” he mutters back, lifting the hem of your top.
You fall back onto the couch and Joel follows.
“Give in to me.”
He pulls back, eyes skimming across your half-naked body, t-shirt ruffled up to the bottom of your bare breasts.
“That’s all I do, baby.”
You open your legs beneath him and his hips slot between yours, hardening jeans rubbing against your sleep shorts. His tongue leaves wet marks down your neck and across your collarbone, hands creeping further up your naked torso.
When you buck your hips, Joel understands, and takes the waist of your shorts in tight fists, pulling them off your legs in one movement. His hand comes down to cup your sex and shift your underwear aside. He’s moving without thinking; it’s instinct by this point. He knows exactly what to do to get you where he wants you.
His fingers move around your folds, dancing in and out of your entrance, rubbing your clit. It’s not enough. It’s never fucking enough. You whine, and he listens again, slipping two fingers inside your wet cunt.
Your back arches, chest rising to meet his. A sigh of relief passes your lips, finally feeling his body on – and in – yours again.
“We– I don’t wanna– fucking hell, Joel– I can’t wait this long for you,” you whimper, as he dips his jaw to suck a bruise into your neck.
“Hm?”
“Too – fucking – long. I need you – all the fuckin’ time.”
He’s humming against your hot skin. Your fingers are knotting in his hair, dark brown flecked with streaks of gray tangled around your knuckles.
His fingers burrow deeper, stretching your wet pussy out just right. You clench around him.
“Need you,” you breathe again, “all the time.”
“You got me, pretty girl,” Joel coos, lips now dancing across yours. “I’m here now.”
Your foreheads lock like they always do, Joel’s eyes trained on yours like they always are. He fucking loves watching you, loves the way your eyes glaze over and you submit to whatever he wants to do to you. I started it, and I know how to finish it.
His thumb begins to rub your clit, pad drawing circles around and round. Your hips lift again in response, and you feel a smirk pull on Joel’s lips. You’re writhing under his touch, the entire room filling with filthy moans of his name and of yours, tangling together in the air and knotting as tight as the pressure building in your stomach.
You reach down and begin to unbuckle his belt, hands weaving around Joel’s wrist to gain access to his jeans. Your fingers graze the rough teeth of his zipper when you hear something outside.
The sound of a car door slamming.
Your lips freeze against Joel’s. His hand stops dead against your core.
“Was that–?”
The front door bursts open and the hallway fills with the early morning light.
Joel heaves himself off of you, scarpering to the other side of the room as you straighten up, slam your sensitive legs closed and kick your shorts under the couch. Your tee is long enough to cover your thighs, only if you stay seated.
Your dad rounds the corner to the room just as you both assume position.
“Joel still around? His truck’s– Oh, hey, bud. What the hell you still doin’ here?”
Joel clears his throat. “She, uh– She said somethin’ was up with the TV. Bad signal or somethin’, right?”
“Right.” You nod almost furiously.
Your dad blinks. Looks from you, to Joel, to the TV behind him. Which is switched off.
You toe the line between still mad at your dad, and wanting to appear totally innocent. “Joel was just having a look. He, uh…switched it off.”
“Waitin’ for it to reboot.” Joel sways back to hold a steady – slick-covered – hand to the TV set. You wince as he notices your gleaming wet coating his fingers, unreadable expression on his face, and calmly holds them behind his back.
“That so?” your dad says, pouting his lips. “I didn’t notice anything last night.”
Joel doesn’t reply, instead choosing to let the moment pass in awkward silence until your dad changes the subject. Joel knows him better than most, and it works in the end, but you wish he’d just fucking say something to take your mind off of the hand he’s currently hiding behind his back and your shorts disturbing the dust under the couch.
“Left my hardhat,” your dad says, almost flatly. “You seen it, kiddo?”
You shake your head. “Nope.”
“You wanna help me look?”
Right now? With no pants on? And your best friend stood less than six feet away? You know what, I’m good, Dad.
“Not really.”
He sighs and shakes his head to Joel, a Can you believe her?
Joel sputters out a forced chuckle, which he cuts short when he notices your sharp glare in his direction.
When your dad disappears upstairs, you fish your shorts out and throw them on.
“That,” Joel leans into you, motioning to where your dad was just standing, “was too damn close, you hear?”
“How was I supposed to know he’d come back?” you hiss.
“If we’re–” another flappy hand movement between the two of you, “y’know, we gotta be on alert for any–”
“We–” you mimic his gesture, “thought we had an empty house. If he walks in on somethin’, then that’s–”
“Don’t tell me that’s on him, kid.” Joel tilts his head, inviting you to finish your sentence with something more sensible. Before you can answer, your dad calls out.
“Got it!”
His boots thud back down the stairs.
You and Joel spring back to your positions, an unassuming two meters of carpet separating you both. Your dad stands at the opposite end of the coffee table, holding his hardhat up like it’s a trophy.
“Alright,” you clap your hands, “see ya, then.”
You brush past him toward the kitchen, feigning grabbing a drink. In your wake, you hear him mumble something to Joel about you not forgiving him just yet. Joel doesn’t laugh.
Eventually, he doddles off to the door, and Joel slowly follows. You hear the click of the door handle, and the hallway floods with light again, tile floor painted with Joel’s silhouette. When the sound of the engine trudges off into the distance, the door slams shut, and his figure materializes beside you once again.
You’re holding a bottle of water against your lips. Not drinking. Joel takes the bottle and sets it down on the counter.
He doesn’t speak. Barely even looks at you. Just takes your waist and hoists you up onto the kitchen counter. It’s cold under your bare thighs, but he lifts your knees and tugs at the waistband of your shorts, slipping them off for the second time in, what, ten minutes?
You sit still and watch him, stood between your legs, looking you up and down. His gaze falls to his still soaked fingers, and with a blank expression, like it’s as normal as passing you the sauce over dinner, he lifts his hand.
“Wanna clean up your mess for me?”
He presses the pads of his fingers to your bottom lip. Asks you without words to part them.
Your mouth falls open, not because you tell it to, but because his words pour a fog over your entire body that dumbs you senseless. That same intoxicating drawl, the way his head tilts with every perfectly innocent question laced with just the right amount of filth to have you do whatever the fuck he tells you.
He pushes his fingers into your mouth, resting them on your tongue.
“Now, pretty girl. Put that mouth to good use.”
“Joel–” you mumble into his knuckles, but he shushes you.
“Clean. Them.”
In a fluttering haze, you close your mouth around his thick fingers and suck, tongue slipping over them, under, between. Joel watches almost dangerously, like a wild animal watching its prey. He’s focused entirely on your wet lips, the way they’re bobbing up and down over his knuckles.
His fingers are sweet, coated in your thick arousal, and when you loosen your jaw, he pushes them in further. Almost chokes you with the way he forces them back. His eyes are dark, clouded over by the way your pretty little mouth looks. The way it feels, choking and spitting all over him.
When your eyes close over, his free hand comes up to cup the back of your head.
“Look at me, baby,” he murmurs, and your eyes flutter back open; light seeps into your vision and chases everything but the man between your legs out of focus.
You can’t taste yourself on him anymore. He tastes like Joel again. But he doesn’t stop. His fingers hit the back of your throat, and he only withdraws them when you gag.
He slips out, soaked in your saliva, and his wet hand falls back to place on your thigh.
You’re breathing heavily, drool dripping from your lips, but you know for a fucking fact if you move to wipe it, he’ll stop you.
His grip on the back of your neck tightens suddenly.
“You wanna act like a little whore? You get treated like one.”
His hand moves to his waistband and he undoes his own belt, batting away your fingers when you try to help.
He lets you link your arms over his shoulders as he messily unzips his jeans, tugging them down only a little. His rough hand grabs your knee and hooks it over his elbow, opening your legs wide for him.
“J…”
“Shut up.”
Now’s not the time for talking. He’s got a glassy expression in his eye that you don’t recognize. He doesn’t want to fucking talk. He wants you to make him cum.
“Wanted me to fuck you on your dad’s couch, huh? Wanted to make a mess in his livin’ room?”
“Mhm,” you whine, and he lifts your ass up to bring a hand down on it. Shut up.
“’n what if he’d walked in a few minutes later than he did? Saw the pair of us? That what you want?”
You bite your lip and look at him under hooded lids; answer enough. Nah, you didn’t want your dad to see you guys. But, fuck, you liked the thought of being caught.
“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” he’s murmuring, lining up to your cunt, pre-cum soaking the reddened tip of his cock. You’re staring at it, mesmerized, mind totally blanked by it.
“Look at you,” he whispers roughly, “drunk on it, aren’t you darlin’? You want it inside you?”
You nod, but it doesn’t matter. The slightest movement of your head and he’s pushing inside you, stretching your tight hole around the thick head of his cock.
Joel groans and his head falls back, eyes on the ceiling. He makes it halfway in before he’s pulling back again.
“Fuck,” you whisper.
“Shut – the fuck – up,” he replies, hips pushing forward into yours again.
You bite back a whine as he pushes further and further, filling you up, pain and pleasure and fucking bliss rippling through you, driven by Joel.
He wastes no time letting you adjust, no long, slow strokes. No tender kisses or fingers guiding his dick in. He picks up a dangerous pace from the outset, hips snapping into yours, bouncing you against the kitchen counter.
This is what this is, isn’t it? This whole thing between you guys. You have needs; Joel has needs. You’re just both coincidentally very good at helping the other meet their needs. What’s wrong with that, right?
Your head starts to swim with the feeling of Joel’s cock spearing you, the image of your kitchen floating in and out of focus, the thought of being one doorway away from being caught. You imagine Marcia in her backyard, almost in plain view of you two right now, seeing you propped up on the counter with your dad’s best friend between your legs, fucking the hell out of you.
And then your eyes find Joel again, beads of sweat at his forehead, cheeks flushed. He meets your lazy gaze and his hand takes your jaw, thumb and finger on each side.
“Good?” he asks, breathless, teeth gritted.
You nod.
Then Joel nods. “Good.” His eyes close over and he fucks you even harder onto his length, hurting so good every time your bodies connect.
The heat is stifling, not from the Texan summer, but from the two of you – sweating, panting, fucking off one another, bodies slipping against and sticking. The air fills thick with your stifled moans, Joel’s bitten grunts, the slapping of skin, your wet mixing with his.
You can’t take it anymore. Your head lulls back with a loud, long moan. Joel knows that moan.
“Think I should let you cum?” he asks. “You think you deserve it?”
“Fuck – please – Joel,” you’re panting, and he spanks your ass again. It doubles you over; your head collapses against his shoulder.
“Mm,” he hums, contemplating. “Dunno if you do, babygirl.”
“L-let me cum,” you plead, tears falling from your eyes, electricity whirling around your core. Your head rolls around on his strong shoulder. “’m so close.”
“Know you are, darlin’. ‘s too easy to do this to you,” Joel pants, breath jerking each time his hips do. “Get so wound up for me, every damn time.”
“Joel,” you’re begging now, unable to loosen your grip on his shoulders. “Fucking – please.”
“Come over for five minutes and you can’t keep your hands off me, can you?”
You whimper in response, the feeling between your legs turning to tightly-wound pain. Your hands have come down to hold onto the edge of the counter, marble cutting into your damp skin under your grip.
“Want to…Want…”
“Tell me, baby. Talk.”
“Want to cum, Joel,” you pine, eyes screwing shut.
“I’m gonna let you, pretty girl. You don’t gotta worry about that. Just gotta ask nicely, huh?”
“Fuck,” you whisper, stars and tears clearing from your vision to reveal him once more. You don’t have the fucking energy to beg him anymore. Not like this. “Please, Joel.”
“Nicer.”
“Please let me cum, promise I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet.”
He laughs, some smug, cocky laugh. If you had a sliver of energy and half the feeling in your body, you’d bat his arm.
“Don’t want you to be quiet, angel. You wanted to get caught, remember? Get us caught, then. Let ‘em all hear just what you’re up to.”
“No,” you moan, head shaking, “don’t wanna get caught. Just w-wanna cum. Please, Joel…”
You shake your head, pathetic beg painted all over your face. Joel’s expression falters, softens, only for a nanosecond, but you know him well enough to notice it. Something in his exterior breaks, something cracks.
“Then why didn’t you fuckin’ say so?” he coos. His arms wrap around you – finally – holding you up against his torso, his lips pressed to your ear. “Come on, darlin’, you can let go.”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before it happens. Your orgasm floods over you, pulsing from your soaking pussy up and across your stomach, lighting your shoulders and tightening your grip on Joel. You bite into his shoulder, muffling a sob as your walls contract, coil snaps, tension relieves.
You fucking hurt. All over. You don’t even feel him pull out, don’t realize he’s gone until he’s pumping cum all over your stomach, jacking himself to the sound of you coming undone. It’s only when you come around and feel the hot wet rolling down your tummy that you notice.
Joel’s breathing is labored. His dark tee has sweat patches under the arms, along his chest. You can feel it on his back.
You lean against him for what feels like hours, legs either side of him, his soft dick on your stomach, cum seeping into your panties. He lets you, just holds you tight and gently sways, listening to your breath slowly steadying, feeling your body stop shaking.
His voice is nothing but vibrations under your cheek, resting safely on his chest. Your ears are still ringing too loud to actually hear the words he says.
When you don’t reply, Joel’s hands cup your cheeks and lift your head to face him. You read the words on his lips.
“Need to know you’re okay before I go.”
“I’m okay,” you mumble.
“Can you walk?”
Your eyes roll back by themselves as he takes a step back, one hand around yours, the other braced in case you fall. You slip off the counter shakily, and, with as much effort as it’d probably take to go for a hike right now in the sun, you stand straight.
“I can take it,” you tell him.
Joel takes a deep breath. “Know you can, baby. Did so well for me.” He tugs his tee down over your stomach to cover the mess he’s made. “You want help cleaning up?”
You give one lazy shake of your head, almost entirely leaning on your shoulder. “I’m gonna head for a shower anyways.”
He takes your shorts and kneels, pulling them back over your legs one by one. You’re bracing yourself on his shoulders, and he stands as he settles them on your waist.
Joel gives your hand a gentle pull and leads you down the hallway. You walk with him, knees weak, to the front door. Joel holds it open and you let go of his fingers to step into the burning sun, hand coming up to shield your eyes. The breath of fresh air wakes you up from your state a little.
“Bright one,” you murmur, as his shoulder comes to meet yours.
“Oh, mornin’, Joel,” Hank calls from the sidewalk as he hobbles by, newspaper under his arm. He sings your name and you nod back in greeting. “You’re both up ‘n about early.”
“Broken TV,” Joel waves back, turning to look at you, “and a few other things needed fixin’.”
Hank nods and keeps walking. When he rounds the corner toward his own house, you glance back at Joel.
“What?” you ask.
“Still wearin’ my shirt.”
“You want it back now? Here ‘n now?”
“If you’re offering a striptease, baby, I’ll take it. Out here or inside, I don’t mind.”
You slap his arm and turn back to head inside. “I’ve had enough of you today.”
“You call me anytime that TV starts playin’ up, darlin’,” he calls over his shoulder.
You blindly throw your middle finger up over your shoulder in response, and feel his strong fingers wrap around your wrist. He tugs you back, and you swirl around to meet his stoic gaze.
“Day or night,” he tells you, “you call me.”
He walks off to his truck.
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Situationship.
Duke Dennis x Black! Fem! Reader as Makena
Word Count: 1,449
Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff, toxic relationship
Summary: Tired of this situationship between you and Duke you decide its just better to end things. Duke wants to make it right.
Makena POV
A sigh escaped my lips as I aimlessly scroll through my phone. It was now 3 am and Duke still wasn’t here yet. I sent a text to his phone for the one hundredth time.
It's late, don't even worry about coming anymore… Sent.
No reply. Once again.
I watched his story and saw that he posted something 30 minutes ago. He was out with his friends at some party or function with some bitch grabbing his face. At that point I was fed up, annoyed and kinda hurt. I throw my phone to the side and sit up. He’s been blowing me off all night after he told me he was coming over so we could spend some time together. One stop and I'm on my way, I Love you” was the last response I got from him. Tears streamed down my face. Not only was I mad at him I was mad at myself for even allowing my feelings to get wrapped up in whatever you wanna call this. Duke and I have been messing around for almost a year now but he never officially asked me to be his girlfriend. He helps me with my bills, buys me whatever I want, fucks me good, but there was no actual commitment. He uses the excuse of he doesn’t want to hurt me, but this hurts way worse. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone dinging, indicating I had just got a text. I hover my face over my phone revealing the message from him.
Im outside
I layed back down on the bed ignoring his text. Next thing I know I hear my front door unlocking.
I groaned annoyingly. I need to get my key back from this nigga. I can hear his feet making their way to my bedroom before he slides my door open, stumbling in. He casually makes his way over to me leaning down to peck me on the lips but he was met with the palm of my hand.
“So you just goin walk in here late as a motherfucka and act like nothing's wrong??” She raised her voice at him.
“Come on boo don’t start that, i'm here now right? That's all that should matter'' He asks nonchalantly, going back in for another attempted kiss. I quickly jumped up and moved around him.
“You know, I don’t think I wanna do this anymore Duke..”I say looking away from him.
“Do what Makena?”
“THIS” I raise my voice again, pointing between the two of us. “This is getting old and I'm tired of sitting around waiting on you to see how good of a woman I am..tired of waiting on you to respect me! I’m done.” I snapped.
“What do you mean you're done?”
“I'm done, We are done! And you need to give me back my key!” He chuckles at me.
“You trippin’ im not going any fucking where” He simply says, slideing his shoes off.
“Why don’t you just let me go Duke?” I questioned. “Why continue to string me along huh? You don’t want to be with me at this point so what's the point of keeping this going?”
“Makena,You know I love you. I just don't want to hurt you” He states, pulling me in front of him.
“You don’t think this hurts already?” I hold my hand up. “You know what, I just want you to go, i'll give you a minute to get whatever stuff you have here and leave my fuckin key” I turn my back to him not even giving him a chance to respond, heading for the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. I needed to clear my mind and hopefully by the time I got out that asshole would be gone for good.
Omniscient POV
After about 20 minutes, Duke enters the bathroom. He sees Makena’s naked silhouette through the foggy glass shower. He looks over to see her music softly playing from her bluetooth speaker. He quickly strips out of his clothes and slides in the steaming hot shower. The breeze runs a chill down Makena’s spine as he slides the door back closed.
She quickly turns around. “I thought I told you to go?” She asks, rolling her eyes.
“We not done talking yet” He wraps his arms around her, bringing her body close to his.
“Duke, please don’t do this to me right now. Just let me go and leave” she says, trying to unwrap his arms from around her. He holds her tight.
“What do you want? Whatever you want I’ll give it to you. Just don’t leave me baby”
“He can’t be serious..” She thought. But with the look on his face she knew this was far from a joke. But she couldn’t give in. What would he think of her if she just took him back so easily? Why now did he want to do the right thing?
“It's a little too late fo-”
“Be my girlfriend?” He cuts her off, looking in her eyes with adoration.
“Wow really?” She asks sarcastically. “ Now you want to ask me? It's only because I'm telling you I'm done with you that you want to act right now” She says disgustingly, rolling my eyes and pushing him away from her.
“Baby I'm serious!” He exclaims, grabbing her again. “I can’t lose you, whatever you want me to do I'll do it. I want to make it right, I have to make it right. Give me just one more chance and I promise we won’t have to have this conversation no more”
“I don’t know what to say Duke…” She says lowly, looking down and away from him. He drops to his knees in the oversized walk in shower, grabbing onto her waist. He places gentle kisses along her stomach trailing down to her womanhood.
“Say yes” He says softly, placing a kiss right on top of her clit. Her breath hitches in her throat.
“Say yes baby..” He throws her left leg over his shoulder and places a few more kisses on her wet center before completely devouring her. He made sure to take his time pleasing her. He wanted to show her that he meant what he said.
“Duke..no” She trails off, throwing her head back as he lapped her up like a thirsty dog. His thumb finds her clit drawing small circles on it.
“Be my girlfriend baby” He says again, looking up to watch her love faces. She begins to feel her orgasm build in her stomach as she grinds down on his face. “Shit i'm almost there” She gasps. He stops immediately, getting up and turning off the shower before picking her up and walking her out the shower.
“You don’t get to cum until you say yes.” He wraps a towel around her wet body, bending her over the sink, the two making eye contact in the mirror. She could see the lust and longing in his face. He rubs his member up and down her slick womanhood before roughly sliding into her in one swift motion.
“Fuck” she groaned out as he starting to deliver rough,delicious strokes.
“You goin be my girlfriend baby?” He asks yet again, brushing some of her curls out her face. Her mouth falls open but nothing comes out. He delivers a smack to her ass. “Answer me baby” He groans, going deeper bottoming out.
“Oh shitt, Yess” She moans out blissfully.
“Say it” He says, pulling out and sitting on the side of the tub, pulling her back on him and sliding in again. He starts to work her up and down his member.
“Say it Makena” He states firmly.
“Ima be your girlfriend babyy” She blurts out.
“Yea?” He says with a smile, kissing you along the side of your face and neck as he still bounces you on him. Makena starts to throw it back on him, pulling out her best moves to show him that it doesn’t get any better than this.
“Oh fuckk mama” He grunts, grabbing the back of her neck turning her to face him.
“Gimme kiss” They lean into each other and give each other the sloppiest kiss ever.
“Hmmm baby im cumming” She cries out, picking up her speed.
“Cum on your dick” His words were like a catalyst for her orgasm, which rips through her like a tornado. He finishes right behind her, pulling out and releasing on the rug. She turns to kiss him once again.
“Mm we not finished yet. I still have a lot of making up to do.” He says with a lustful grin on his face.
A/N: Makena definitely DID NOT stand on business 😭😭
#black stories#black reader#duke dennis x black!reader#black love#black writers#black smut#black fanfiction#smutty#imagine#x reader#fem reader#fluff
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TWIN SIZED MATTRESS
a part two of where love lives because i am such a sucker for rei getting those kids the hell out of that house and the todoroki fam being normies
You would almost be drifting off to sleep—if it wasn't for the dead weight of Shouto’s limbs on your lap and the irritating buzzing of Touya’s whines in your ear.
“He’s out cold.”
Touya gestures to the blob of red and white hair sprawled out by your side. After one episode of his cartoon and a few head scratches from your hand, Shouto was out like a light.
It’s been about thirty minutes since then, and the low mumble of the cartoon still humming across the dim living room speaker is driving Touya up a wall.
“If you’re not gonna let us go upstairs, at least let me change the fuckin’ channel,” he mumbles behind a scowl.
You roll your eyes but gently toss him the remote regardless. He hums at his victory, catching it easily and flying through countless channels, eventually landing on some poorly produced scary movie from the early 2000s—and if it wasn't for his youngest brother wedged in between the two of you like a cushion, he’d be using the film as an excuse to cling onto you.
It's not long before the sound of a key in the lock softly rattles the front door, and a few seconds later, Rei enters quietly, almost like she's not trying to make a single sound. But when she sees two (and a half) silhouettes on the couch, she tosses her keys on the counter with a bit less caution.
“What a pleasant surprise this is,” her voice is teasing, but it’s all in good fun. She’s a soft woman, in her speech and touch—and the way Touya’s eyes glass over when they’re on her.
He barely lets his gaze stray from the film to flicker her way when he mumbles half-hearted a “hey, Ma.” You decide to be the adult in the situation and properly greet the woman of the house.
Slowly and carefully removing Shouto’s limp limbs from your lap, you manage to slide out from beneath his weight and stand up.
“Shouto didn’t feel well, so we gave him some medicine and let him lay with us for a bit,” you gesture to the sofa where he still snores while your boyfriend watches the movie and scoots away from the drool now pooling on the cushion beside him.
“How sweet you two are,” she breathes, simultaneously thanking you while cheap-shotting Touya, knowing this had to be all your doing.
Because it doesn’t take a genius to know that while he means well enough, there’s no way in hell it was Touya’s idea to cuddle up with his brother on a Friday night.
“Are you staying the night?” she innocently asks, her gaze flickering to the stove clock and seeing it’s well past midnight.
You make a mental note to kill Touya later for not telling his mother of your attendence. Politely, you decide to tread lightly, “If it's alright with you, please.”
At the same time, Touya mumbles something from his spot on the couch about it being too dark out now for you to be driving anyways.
“Of course,” she shrugs her jacket off, laying it on the back of a chair while getting herself a glass of water, “take Touya’s room, he’s fine on the couch.”
At that, your disinterested boyfriend is suddenly extremely intruiged with this conversation.
“No,” he nearly chokes on his own disbelief, “I’m not okay on the couch.”
“Don’t listen to him, take the bed,” Rei continues, completely ignoring her eldest son practically throwing a fit as he finally stands and scurries over to the two of you.
“We’re adults,” he heaves, though his whiny tone betrays his claim, “I think it’s safe to say we can sleep in the same bed, Ma.”
Rei deadpans as blunt as ever, looking her eldest dead in the eye without a shred of shame or subtly when she sighs.
“I’m too young to be a grandmother, Touya.”
You feel your skin grow hot, and you don’t miss the way Touya’s neck flushes also red as he curses under his breath.
“The hell is wrong with you?” he rubs his eyes in irritation. “As if we’d ever try anything with all of you fuckin’ people here.”
You bite your tongue at the lie that webs through his teeth. As if that wasn't what you were doing in the first place when Shouto decided it was a convenient time to have a stomach ache.
With a silent wave of her hand, Rei seems to send Touya up to his room to both get it ready for you and grab whatever he needs for the couch. He does so wordlessly, but can’t help the dramatic sigh and heavy footsteps up the stairs along the way.
When Rei sees your nose crinkle at his theatrical antics, she shakes her head and reassures you.
“He’ll be fine.”
She offers you a glass of water, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments.
It’s nice. For a house that's always breathing with hectic excitement, it’s refreshing to take in its small noises. The sound of the floorboards creaking beneath Touya’s footsteps above, the ice maker grinding and chiseling every few moments, the ceiling fan whirling against the metal of its own chain.
After a moment, Rei speaks up—and when you catch her eye, she’s admiring you with a different kind of softness you’ve yet to see on her.
“We love having you here,” she delicately insists, before quietly adding, “all of us.”
Her comment warms you from the inside out. Like a fire in your chest, the genuity of her words spreads all throughout your veins and into each crevice of your body. It feels like home has eaten you alive.
“I love being here,” you manage to whisper after a moment, “thanks for always having me.”
She returns easily, “Thank you for taking care of my baby.”
Your head turns to where the tiniest Todoroki quietly snores on the couch, “It’s no big deal, Shouto’s always great.”
“I wasn’t talking about Shouto,” Rei doesn't miss a beat, gently resting a loving hand on your shoulder.
Touya calls your name from upstairs, seemingly to let you know that his room is ready for you. You shoot Rei a smile that you hope does even a sliver of the happiness you're feeling justice before crawling upstairs.
Annoyance clear on his face, he points to his messily prepared bed with a mock kindness, “Your grace.”
You roll your eyes at his dramatics but accept the bed nonetheless. One you’ve been in more times than you can count, but never without him, Touya’s bed is comfortable in all of the right places. The comforter isn’t too heavy for the summer heat, and his sheets smell like the perfect balance of his cologne and lingering cigarette smoke.
You half expect Touya to give you a proper goodnight, but you should’ve known better, because instead of coming over to kiss you, he sulks to the doorway before whispering, “The second she’s asleep, I’m coming up.”
You do your best to sound strict behind your inching smile. “No, you’re not.”
Touya merely shrugs before gently closing the door, his pillow in his hand and a flickering look in his eye.
He keeps his word because precisely eight minutes after you hear Rei gently creep upstairs and close her bedroom door, another one opens and Touya’s lanky frame scurries in.
“Get out,” you half-heartedly threaten through a sleepy rasp.
His movements don't hesitate in the slightest. He continues to close the door slowly, securing it and creeping to his bed on his lightest steps.
“This is my room,” he humbly reminds you.
“You’re gonna get us in trouble,” you attempt to reason with the unreasonable.
“Please,” he scoffs, shimmying himself beneath the covers and onto his flattened pillow, “she knew this was gonna happen the moment she sentenced me to that fuckin’ couch.”
Touya moves to spoon you, placing his hand on your stomach before you tense up and turn around to face him directly.
“We are not having sex,” you harshly remind him in a whisper.
You can practically see his stupid smirk when he replies, “Didn’t realize I was dating a nympho.”
He hears you kiss your teeth in annoyance, but when you move away from his hands, he shushes your complaints and halts your movements with a tightening grip.
“Hey, stop,” he whines, letting you turn around but forcing his way to nuzzle into the back of your neck.
“Just wanna lay with you,” he whispers into your back before gently nipping the skin and adding a sweet, “you gremlin.”
You gently scoff at that and settle beneath his touch, and the world almost feels like it stops spinning as the two of you cram into a twin size mattress Touya’s had since he was about eleven years old.
“Thanks,” his voice quietly cuts through the silence of his bedroom, barely louder than the cicadas that chirp outside as he continues, “for helping the little asshole tonight. Pretty sure he was faking it, though.”
He feels you laugh through a huff of your nose, “Doesn’t matter, I was happy to be here.”
Touya softly gnashes his ankles against yours when interlocking your legs together. You feel a tiny kiss on your exposed shoulder when he groggily speaks above the sound of the air conditioner.
“Think we were all happy for that.”
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Is there somewhere - Matty Healy
fwb x matty
warnings: 18+ mdni, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, smoking, grinding, fingering
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The city's neon lights flicker through the partially open curtains, casting shifting patterns on the hotel room walls. The air is thick with the scent of smoke drifting in from the balcony where Matty stands, a cigarette between his fingers. You can see his silhouette through the glass door, the orange ember flaring brightly every time he takes a drag.
You pull his shirt closer around you, the fabric soft and worn, carrying the faint scent of his cologne. The bed is a tangle of sheets and pillows, a testament to the laughter and passion you shared earlier. Now, the room feels emptier, colder without him beside you.
Enough of the lonely, cold feeling you stand up and waddle over to him, walking through the door onto the balcony.
Matty’s back is facing you and he seems to be so lost in thoughts that he can’t hear you. He only notices you when your front hugs his naked back.
“Didn’t want to sleep?” He asks, turning around and pulling you into him.
“Not without you.” You add, “why are you still awake?”
Matty shrugs, “don’t know, I s’pose I’m not tired.”
You hum and close your eyes, feeling the cold wind blow through your hair, refreshing you since you’re still a bit sweaty from earlier.
“You seem tense,” you speak, rubbing your hands over his shoulders. “Is something wrong?”
He nods, but his eyes tell a different story. "Nah, just... band stuff. Nothing new."
You know better than to push. Matty's life is a whirlwind of music, fame, and constant movement. It is part of what drew you to him, but also what makes these quiet moments so precious.
"Come here," he murmurs, pulling you into a deep kiss, as if trying to erase the doubts with his lips.
You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips and dips his tongue between them to taste yours. You taste like mint and cigarettes and he clutches you tighter, wrinkling the fabric of his own shirt in his fist. Matty kisses you so deeply that your throat feels stained with the gasps of breath you exchange.
Matty’s kisses are bruising, unforgiving, merciless, but they are also slow, careful. He isn't sloppy; he does precisely what must be done to get you riled. And when he breaks away, his forehead resting against yours, you tug his hair with a pitiful whine.
"I wasn't done," you tell him.
Matty pouts, mocking. His fingers are wandering under your shirt, leaving you breathless.
His big hands find your tits immediately, squeezing out all his trustrations, tweaking your nipples and lowering his mouth to your throat.
“Matty-“ you whine, “let me make you feel good.”
He unlatches from your throat looking at you with a grin. “Yeah? You really want that, don’t you. Want to have your mouth on me all the time.”
“Go on then, love. I’m never going to say no to that. Suck me off while I smoke.”
You hook a finger in his belt loop. “Can I?”
He laughs, guiding your hand to the buckle on his belt. "Go on. Do what you wanna do, darlin’."
He belongs to you. He's yours to mould the way you want. At least you want that.
Your fingers do away with his belt, whipping it out of the loops and throwing it on the floor.
He lights a cigarette and breathes the smoke out, his eyes not once wavering from you.
The scrape of his zipper and the delectable anticipation of hooking your fingers in the waistband and guiding them slowly down his hips.
His cock springs forward, thick and heavy and so hard it must ache, as you shuck his jeans down with his boxers. He grunts above you, his cock bobbing at the sight of your pretty lips parting. But you don't take him into your mouth. You grasp the base of his cock and gently nuzzle your cheek against his length.
Something like a strangled whimper leaves his throat.
"Love," he chokes.
"Yes, baby?" you say sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes.
"Jesus," he says through his teeth. "You're so fuckin' sexy. Fuck."
You hum, slowly stroking your hand up and down as your tongue darts out to lick his balls. Matty’s hips stutter, his hand flying out to catch himself on the railing. "Goddamn. Jesus-"
Your coy smile knocks him askew, your lips pursing as you spit on the head of his cock, spreading your own saliva around the tip with your thumb.
"I’m trying not to let it show"—a soft kiss to the tip has a rumbling groan crawling out of his throat-"that I don’t wanna let this go.”
“Getting sentimental?” Matty exhales hard-smoke parting his lips-, struggling to remember how breathing works when he's got you playing with his cock like it's your favourite toy. "I’m not going to let you go, fuck.”
You wrap your fingers around the head of his cock and twist your hand up and down his shaft in a couple slow strokes. You're driving him fucking crazy.
His vision is whiting out.
"So pretty" you purr, licking a broad stripe up the underside of his length. Matty’s chest is heaving with the effort of holding back. "Best cock I’ve ever had.”
Matty caves, threading his fingers through your hair at the nape of your neck and stroking his thumb along your jaw. "Fuck, baby. Please..."
His hips jut forward instinctively. "You’re the sweetest, love.”
You flick your tongue against his slit and relish his groan, revelling in the sight of his flushed chest, his pink cheeks, the sweat on his brow. His jaw is tense, his nostrils flaring. He's trying not to take control.
You slap his cock twice on your tongue and finally take it past your lips, sealing your mouth over the head. Matty moans, white-knuckling the railing, his other hand now stroking your hair. You fondle his balls in your free hand while the other grips him at the base, and he's going to come embarrassingly soon if you keep looking up at him this way.
Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock while your lips seal tight, greedily suckling at his tip.
Oversensitive, skin prickling with salty sweat, Matty practically breathes through his teeth. "Gonna kill me," he manages. "You're gonna kill me, baby."
"Mmmm," you reply, happily taking him deeper, his length sliding along the warm wetness of your tongue. Matty’s fingers tighten in your hair.
"Fuuuuck. You do love this cock."
"Mmmhmm."
"Love takin' me into your mouth like a little slut."
"Mmmmph," you agree.
The sloppy sounds of your mouth working his cock send his head spinning. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, your eyes squeezing black tears from dewy lashes. And when you take him down your throat, the sound of your choked moan leaves Matty with little choice but to pull out before he comes.
“Fuck, stop.”
“Why?” You whine, squeezing your thighs together. He swipes his thumb underneath your eye and shows you the black smudge from your mascara.
“Why? I don’t wanna cum in your gorgeous little mouth when I can cum inside of you.”
You blush and he sees your eyes glim at the thought of his cum dripping out of you.
“Ah, my girl likes that.” He laughs, “up.” He orders and grips your arm to lift you off the ground.
My girl. Your brain is getting hazy. All you ever want to be is his girl, but you know how complicated it gets with matty. You take what he gives you.
Matty pulls his boxers over his still very hard length before he throws his pants inside the hotel room.
“Lay down on the bed , get yourself comfortable f’me. I’m gonna smoke one more cigarette before I’ll come inside.” His hand caresses your cheek, his thumb coming to your lips. “Don’t bother to touch yourself though.”
“What if I will?”
“Fucks sake,” he half groans, throwing his head back, “then I’ll have to spank you.”
You wink because you both know you’ll mostly enjoy that.
You get pulled in by your hips, landing flush against his body. Your lips meet again, yours wetter than his but he enjoys tasting himself on you a bit.
It's sloppy, and desperate, and you feel drunk on the taste of him. He's groaning into your mouth, grabbing your head with both hands, burying his fingers in your hair — as if he can't get close enough, as if he'll only be satisfied once he's swallowed you whole. You're pretty sure you want him to.
He’s licking into your mouth over and over, eliciting a whimper from you when his hand wraps around the side of your throat, just under your jaw.
Your palms splay across his torso, wander over warm, golden skin. You need to feel more of him.
"Matty," you whimper into his mouth, fingers winding around his bicep.
He pulls back. Peers at you through hooded eyes.
"Whats wrong, love?" he asks through labored breaths.
"Need you — please."
“Fuck the cigarette, let’s go,” he says practically pulling you into your shared room.
He instantly begins to pull your his shirt over your head, while you fumble your way back to the bed.
Matty is tossing you onto the mattress, grinning at the fact that you’re not wearing a bra. With one swift movement he gets rid of your panties as well, not looking but just throwing them behind him.
"Fuck, I love them so much, fucking perfect,” he breathes, “perfect as you are." Matty growls dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed to part your legs, draping them over his shoulders as he admires the wet mess between your thighs, your slick already coating your folds, glistening in the dim light of your hotel room. "Always so drenched, your pussy looks so gorgeous.”
Dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal as he ghosts over your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper in protest, sitting up on your elbows to look down at Matty peppering kisses to the soft flesh on your thighs.
“That’s right, look at me, baby.”
“Matty- please just fuck me.”
His kisses travel to your center, nose brushing against your aching bundle of nerves before looking up at you with a lustful smirk, tightening his grip around your hips to hold you in place.
Matty shakes his head as he laughs quietly to himself, watching you squirm and buck your hips towards his face, so desperately worked up and aching.
"Darlin’" Matty tuts, almost mockingly, digging his fingertips deeper into the meat of your flesh, "I will not get my dick wet again before you’ll come, ever. Should know that by now.”
Before you have a chance to respond, the flat of Matty’s tongue is dragging through your heat in a long, broad stroke, firmly pressing against your clit, looking up at you with a satisfied grin as you throw your head back in pleasure, a soft whimper escaping from your parted lips.
You cry out as you can feel his finger sink deep into your entrance.
"Oh f-fuck-" You whimper as another finger breaches your tight hole, already sucking him in with your warm, wet walls while his digits curled, bumping against the sweet spot inside you that he knows made you crumble.
"That's it, sweet girl" He cooes, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt before diving back between your legs like a man starved, his tongue dancing in a swirling pattern of flicks and strokes between your folds as he laps you up.
You can feel yourself rolling your hips against his hand, whining at how thick and full he feels inside you.
“Fuckin’ grinding your hips down on me s’ hot, feels good?”
Matty can feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his fingers as your bottom half squirms against the sheets of the bed, the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten, tingling building at the base of your spine.
Latching his lips around your clit, he begins to suck at your sensitive nub, his hand thrusting faster and deeper into your cunt, feeling you slowly coming undone under his touch.
"Matty- matty- fuck.” Just like that, you are falling over the brink of collapse, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, pleasure flowing through every inch of your veins as you met your high, feeling the smirk of Matty’s smile pressed against your cunt as you soak his face, his free hand wrapping around your hip, holding you in place for him.
"Fuck, I swear, I'll never fucking get over that." Matty mewles, pulling back enough to sit on his heels, admiring the wet and puffy mess your pussy had become, gently pulling his fingers out of your heat, looking down at the way your arousal coated his fingers. "Fucking soaked me, love.”
It’s too much sometimes, matty talking like this. Like this is temporary and he loves it so much he’ll always enjoy doing this. You don’t know how long always is. You just wanna feel his lips against your skin all the time. Not only when he’s on tour and needs you to fulfill his needs, but at the end of the day it’s what you agreed to.
You have to enjoy this.
“Baby, don’t leave me just yet, yeah?” He says, climbing up your body until his bulge is pressing against your upper thigh. “Want you now.”
“You have me,” you whisper against his lips before kissing them, losing yourself in that feeling.
“I can have you all the time, can’t I?”
You nod and hum pulling him in again, you can’t get enough of the way his lips feel against yours.
You feel his weight shift a little, his hand disappearing between your body’s to pull his boxers of to free his erection.
“Feel me? I’m hard for you all the time.”
“God-“ you breathe, reaching your own hand down to slowly stroke his cock.
Matty kisses you again, the two of you breathing into each other's mouths. His hands move down your sides, and his thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts.
You feel his hardness against the inside of your thigh, his hand moving in between your legs. He slides up towards your clit, and when his thumb presses down on your swollen nub, you whimper into his mouth.
Matty continues, his thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit, while his middle and ring finger slide into your soaked cunt.
"Look at that,love, still soaked."
"Mmmm, Matty, please." You whine, bucking your hips to match the pace of his fingers.
"Please what, darling? What do you need?"
"Need you." You plead. "Please, fuck me."
Matty lets out a strangled grunt and removes his fingers from your dripping cunt. You watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks, licking them clean.
You are shaking with anticipation, watching him stroke himself, spreading the wetness from your cunt along his thick length. He rubs the tip along your slit, coating his cock with your slick.
He presses his forehead against yours, lining himself up with your entrance. You feel him begin to push himself inside of you, and he groans as you stretch to make yourself comfortable.
"Oh, fuck." He moans.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Matty slides his arms under your back and holds you against him. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and when he starts moving inside of you, he feels impossibly deep.
His thrusts are slow and steady, the pace almost maddening.
"You feel so good, baby." He groans into your neck.
"Harder." You plead
Matty obliges, thrusting harder, and faster, and you feel the pressure build deep inside of you. Your hips roll up to meet his, and the slapping sounds of your bodies fill the room.
Matty’s grip on your back tightens, and he lifts you up and holds you in his arms. Your tits bounce and he is fucking you so hard that the sound of your moans are louder than the sound of his groans.
You clutch his arms like stairwell railings. He clutch clutches your brain and eases your ailing.
"So, fucking perfect. So good, love. You take my cock so well, baby."
You are shaking, feeling overwhelmed by everything, and you dig your fingers into his shoulders.
"Come for me, I know you’re close."
He leans forward and places his hand around your neck, not squeezing, but holding. He is taking complete control of your body, and it is sending you over the edge.
The pleasure is almost painful, the coil in your abdomen ready to snap. You can’t form words, just a series of moans and whimpers as Matty pounds into you.
You explode around him, your pussy fluttering and clenching, and Matty comes with you.
"Fuck." He grunts, thrusting into you a few more times before spilling inside of you.
Matty kisses you deeply, his tongue pushing its way past your lips. You let out a sigh and collapse against him, feeling the sweat pool at your temples.
"Holy shit." You whisper
"mhm." Matty chuckles
You smile and lean up to press a kiss to his jaw.
"Don’t piss off just yet, alright?” You ask, wanting him to stay and to actually sleep next to you.
“Baby,” he states, pulling out of you. It stings more than it should, not only the void but it hurts your heart.
“Matty,” you say, watching as he sits up and immediately putting your hand on his back. “Please.”
You hear him sigh and look at you, “d’you need to have a cuddle?”
You roll your eyes and huff, “forget it okay? I forgot it was just sex.”
You search for your own shirt- this time- next to the bed and when you find it you pull it over your head.
Matty is rubbing his forehead aggressively, “don’t leave, I’m a wanker okay? I apologize.”
You put your thumbs up and give him an ironic grin.
“Means a lot,” you hiss.
Matty reaches out tentatively, his fingers brushing against your arm. "Baby.”
You roll your eyes and turn your back to him. "Forget about it? It was stupid, let’s just sleep.”
"Don't be like that. I'm sorry."
You huff again, but something in his voice makes you pause. "Fine," you mutter, lying back down and pulling the covers over yourself.
Matty hesitates before sliding back into bed next to you, his arm slipping around your waist. "Can I?”
You stay silent, but you don't push him away. After a moment, you let out a soft sigh, leaning back into him. "Yes."
Matty holds you a little tighter, his breath warm against your neck. "Love, you mean a lot to me," he whispers.
“Yeah?”
“F’course, fuck,” he turns his head for a split second before looking at you again, “you mean everything.”
Matty’s breath evens out as he nestles closer to you, the warmth of his body a comforting presence. You feel his arm tighten around your waist, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your skin.
You turn your head slightly to look at him, his eyes heavy with sleep but still focused on you. Without saying a word, he leans in, his lips brushing gently against yours. The kiss is slow and tender, a lazy meeting of lips that speaks more than words could.
His mouth is soft and warm, and you can feel the drowsiness in his movements, unhurried and gentle. You respond just as softly, your lips moving against his in a sleepy rhythm. It’s not about passion or urgency, but about connection and the simple comfort of being close.
When he pulls back, he nuzzles his nose against yours, his eyes fluttering closed. "Goodnight," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Goodnight Matty," you whisper back, feeling a sense of peace settle over you as you both drift off, still wrapped in each other’s arms, a rare situation considering Matty’s never asleep next to you when you wake up. You hope that he does tomorrow.
#matty healy#the 1975#matty healy smut#matty healy imagine#matty healy x you#matty healy fluff#matty healy blurb#matty healy x reader#matty healy oneshot#ross macdonald#george daniel#adam hann#the 1975 fic
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An Unexpected Reaction
contents: armpit kink, musk kink, thigh riding, praise, cumming in clothes (you're the one cumming), pet names used are babe/baby and cutie
words: 1.3k
g/n afab reader
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Toji's just finished his workout in the other room, the heavy equipment hitting the ground with a hard 'thunk'. You're sitting on the couch as you watch his silhouette make its way down the hall and closer to you, his perfect broad torso on display; his outfit of choice is simply a pair of compression shorts with no shirt, and it makes you salivate at the sight.
The exhausted man sits down next to you with a huff, leaning back and stretching his arm across the back of the couch, his other hand uncapping a water bottle and bringing it to his lips.
"Good workout?"
He nods as he swallows before parting from the bottle. "'S fine. Annoys me that I can't do as much as I used to."
You shrug. "It's alright. You're still strong as fuck."
He chuckles, flexing his arms, placing his hands behind his head. "Damn right."
At this angle, you can get a perfect view of his sculpted armpit, a tuft of coarse black hair on display in the dip of the glistening muscles. The thick, savory scent of his sweat floods your senses and you can't help but let out a small hum.
"Like what you see?" He smirks, letting his arms back down and leaning back into the seat again. You playfully roll your eyes and lightly smack his chest. He must have noticed your pleasant reaction, but assumed it was from looking at his physique. Which, of course, you did love his body, but he wasn't aware of this particular kink of yours. You'd been too embarrassed to bring it up yet; you'd just started getting sexual with each other- your first time having sex was only a week ago. How would he react to you telling him about such an...odd interest? Would he make fun of you for it like previous partners had?
He takes another drink of water for a moment, huffing as he sets it down. "Gonna go shower. I fuckin' stink." Standing up, he starts to make his way across the room. Shit, when are you gonna get this opportunity again? Should you tell him? No, it's too early, he'll think you're weird!
"Hm?" He turns his face slightly with a quirked brow.
"What?"
"You just whined like a sad puppy. What, you wanna shower with me?"
You freeze and blink. Did you really make a noise like that? You must have been disappointed at the idea of him getting rid of the tantalizing musk and fucking *whimpered.* Get a grip. Fuck. What should you say?
"Um...well if you're offering, yes, but...maybe later. Can...can you come back for a sec?"
You can feel your face heat up, your cheeks turning redder with every step he takes back towards you. You ball your hands into fists and can feel your heartbeat quicken. Too late to back down now.
He sits back down where he was before, a hint of concern in his voice, but his expression remaining collected. "Somethin' wrong, babe?"
You shake your head, keeping your gaze downward. "No, no, it's just...I think..." You scoot your way closer to him meekly, keeping your eyes downtrodden but your arm makes its way to gently place on his bicep.
"Sorry if you think I'm weird for this, but...I actually...really enjoy the smell of sweat. I think you smell really good. Stay for a few more minutes?"
Chewing on your lip nervously, you look back up at him, expecting a confused or disgusted look. But that's not even close.
He's grinning like a motherfucker. "Oh yeah?"
You feel your pussy twitch. He likes the idea? Would he really let you?
You meekly nod, a smile slowly creeping onto your face. "Yeah. Um...armpits are my favorite though."
The grin is still plastered on his face as he raises his arm, the upper half parallel with his head and his forearm behind him. "Come get it then."
And there it is once again, perfectly on display; his muscular pit, sticky and warm with sweat, the thick hair puffing out, almost inviting you in. You swallow hard, feeling your core clench once again, eagerly anticipating being able to indulge in your more personal kink.
You briefly look into his eyes, searching for a hint of judgement. But there isn't. The only thing you can sense from him is sincerity and even a bit of arousal. You lean forward, all in one motion, so you can't back out from nervousness.
Nuzzling yourself into the crevice, the hair tickles the sensitive skin of your face as you take in the intense, rich smell. As everything hits you all at once, a moan is forced out of your throat. Even though you're absolutely mortified, you can't help yourself but keep going. His scent is enveloping you, slowly sending you into an aroused trance.
"Damn, cutie, you really like this huh?" He smiles down at you, feeling his own arousal rise from seeing you in such a state. "You like my stink?"
"Yeah...." You nod with closed eyes, a dazed smile on your face. If you'd known he'd be this accepting before, you'd have tried this way sooner. Placing yourself on his thigh, you grind down a little as you put both your hands on his body, one lovingly sitting on his waist as the other squeezes at his chest.
"Yeah? What about it do you like?" He can feel his own cock hardening, excited to discover a new interest of yours. He'll definitely be doing this with you more often.
At this point, you're fully lost in the scent of his musk, drooling a little and lazily dragging your needy cunt across his muscular thigh. "I...I like...that it's so...instinctual. It's full of pheromones...makes me want more. 'N it's...I dunno...something so...masculine about it."
"Oh? You like it 'cause I'm a man, huh?" He grins as he uses his other hand to place on the back of your head, pushing you even further, your face now completely enveloped in his pit, skin meeting skin. "Maybe I should work out here more often, really get that nice sweaty stink goin' for ya. Huh, would you like that?"
You simply whine and nod in response, unable to form words anymore. You almost feel high. And knowing that you trust each other so much to do something so intimate, especially something others might judge you for outside of this room, really makes your heart swell for him.
You can feel that familiar warm and tight feeling building in your core. Fuck, are you actually getting close from this? How does he always know the perfect things to say and do in every situation, even something he's never done before?
"Good little cutie. So good for me, like me so much you even want my scent, you want me bad don't you? C'mon baby, I can tell you're close. Give it to me. C'mon, be good for me. Cum all over me, show me how much you like my musk."
And finally that thread snaps. A gush of warm juices are released from you as you tremble and moan, gripping onto his body for dear life as you make a mess on his leg, whimpering into his armpit as you ride out your high.
Pulling back with shaking arms, your heavy and enamored eyes lock with his. His deep gaze softens as he smiles slightly, content with your satisfaction. You're still lost in the post-climax high; you giggle and place a kiss to his lips before laying your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, picking you up and making his way down the hall once again.
"Alright baby, time to shower."
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Shouldn't Have Shared (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader)
A/N: Following up my previous post LOL. This is also not proof read, I was listing to a documentary and listening to music in the background of writing. I didn't intend for this to be so long, but I kinda got lost in writing this.
GENRE: Smut
Summary: 'CAUTION! Do not share or this man will appear in your room!' is what the post said. Of course, it was just a hoax.. wasn't it? Sharing it to feed into your obsession for this fictional man from a video game, you're woken up to a pleasant surprise.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie, overly possessive Ghost, primal, mentions of claiming and ruining.
Word Count: 1009
NSFW UNDER CUT
Masterlist here!
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Rustle... rustle, rustle...
Stirring in your sleep, you could feel something was.. off. You felt the air tensing around you, becoming hyperaware of your breathing and heartbeat as you began to wake up from your slumber. Opening your eyes and rubbing the sleep from them, you turned away from the wall only to see the shadow of a large man staring right down at you. Your life almost flashed before your eyes.
Feeling your heart stop, you let a loud shriek of terror at the unexpected silhouette. Sitting up quickly, you push yourself to the corner of your bed, your body working on autopilot as you pegged one of your stuffed animals at him.
You could see the little stuffy you threw bouncing off from his chest, hearing him chuckling under his breath.
"Gonna take a lot more than a stuffed lamb to take me out."
You'd recognise that voice from anywhere.
Holy shit.
Turning on the lamp of your bedside table, you finally got a look at the mystery man standing at the edge of your bed. Eyes adjusting to the light, your eyes widened at the realisation.
"Easy, love, no need to be frightened. It's just me. You know who I am, don't you?" Taking another step, he bent over and leaned his palms into the plush edge of your bed, allowing you to get a closer look at him.
Hmm, blond eyelashes. Cute. Full gear... hot. You nodded, swallowing. He was so much bigger in person. Over a screen you couldn't properly picture yourself next to him, but now that he was up close, it was jarring.
"Good, of course you do."
Slowly, he crouched down and picked up the soft toy, throwing it back next to you. Hearing his voice in person, you couldn't help but shudder as you stared in awe. He was so close, so close to you. If this was going to end in any of the ways you've fantasised about, it was going to end with-
"Tell me, sweetheart, did my character on a screen do me justice, or am I even more striking in person?" he smirked, his voice lingering with an arrogance which would make you gag if it were any other man.
He was real... and damned cocky too.
You hadn't said any words yet, and he noticed your silence, his head tilting as he was almost kneeling on your bed at this point.
"Answer me, lovie."
"Yes."
"You're good at listening, aren't you?" He continued, his voice low in just the right way to send a shiver down your spine. "Now tell me something else, you've always wanted more than just pixels on a screen. You've played the game, you've fantasised, you've shared."
Fuck.
"Fuckin' cheeky for sharing that knowing I'd come find ya, and now I'm here to give you what your imagination can't. Would you want that, lovie?"
Fuck.
You swallowed, hard. The air charged with a palpable energy. It felt as if the room was closing in on you two, the erotic tension flooding the air around you as you felt yourself becoming warmer. While you felt your fluster, your fantasies in turn were becoming more and more real by the second.
God, you wanted this. You needed this.
"Yes."
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"Quit squirming, damn it."
Your eyes were rolled back. His hand was over your mouth, muffling your pathetic whines. You couldn't risk waking up the house, could you?
Your body pinned down against your bed, his clothed chest against your back. Slamming into you at an ungodly speed with sloppy noised, it was everything you'd dreamed about.
"I said," he started, pulling your hips up with his free hand with a grasp tight enough to bruise, angling every thrust which made you lose your mind, "quit squirming."
It was hard to not drool over his palm, the unholy echo of skin slapping together made you pray that no one else would wake up to hear it.
"Ghost-" you managed to moan out his callsign, muffled against his palm.
"Fuck, baby. Keep quiet f' me." he almost whimpered, his face getting lost and buried in your neck as he nipped and kissed at the soft skin. "Can't have- mmh - ye' waking the others up, can you?"
You were barely able to shake your head, this goddamn hunk of a man keeping you under his weight as he rearranged your insides.
"Sweet girl, how long have you thought about this? Touchin' yourself to the thought of me, now coming into y' room like this and using you like you've wanted." His voice came out as a growl, right against your hear and giving you goosebumps.
One night stands were never your thing, but you could for sure keep this going with him. With your walls clenching around him, your went blurry with tears as your eyes threatened to flutter closed.
His filthy words wavered, his voice breaking as he became increasingly desperate himself.
"Finally been given a taste and this wet cunt is just sucking me in."
With his cock hitting that spongey spot inside you, you tensed under him as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. Only a few more thrusts and with a muffled cry, you were coming undone, gushing around him. The feeling only made him whine more as you clamped down on him so deliciously, his hips slamming against your ass were now on borderline primal.
"I'll give you what you want, y're all mine, fuck."
With a final grunt against your neck, you felt the warmth of his cum filling you to the brim. Though, he was so deep inside you that there was no where for his release to go but seep out of you. His his heavy breaths mixed with growls, he removed his hand from your mouth and helped to flip you over.
Pulling you almost down to the edge of your bed, you were put into a mating press, barely comprehending it in your post-orgasm haze.
"We're not done yet. Sweet girl, I'm going to ruin you."
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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH
I'VE JUST GRADUATED
CHEERS
*************** DISCLAIMER Under no circumstances do I give permission to copy, repost, or manipulate my work in any way. I am not comfortable with this. If you wish to translate my work, message me privately. My inbox is always open.
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JOEL FUCKIN’ YOU WHILST YOU’RE ASLEEP?! kricket… kricket………
smut below the cut*
warnings: pre-established cnc, somnophilia, unprotected piv, 18+ minors dni
hehehehe SEB !! my love 🧡
YES Joel fucking you while you’re asleep! I am a firm believer that as long as you’ve talked about it and he knows you’re okay with it, Joel, especially pre-outbreak, would LOVE to get his mouth on you while you’re sleeping and wake you up with his tongue (I mean I literally wrote a whole fic about that lmao), but also his cock 🫠
He just loves having you at his mercy, loves how sweet and peaceful you look, a beautiful angel in his bed with your hair all spread across the pillow like a halo around your face, and he can’t help but want to touch you, want to feel you. can’t help it because you just feel oh so good wrapped around him, but also because he likes for you to wake up to him making you feel that good too.
I could definitely see it happening on one of those nights where Joel gets home really late from a contracting job, tired and wound up from a long, stressful day and wanting nothing more than to relish in you and your warmth.
You’d tried to wait up for him, but when Joel walks into the bedroom, he finds you sound asleep on top of the sheets, your body closer to his side of the bed than yours.
Laying on your side, clad in nothing but one of his big t-shirts, your chest slowly rising and falling in even breaths beneath the soft fabric, the book you’d been reading to try to help you stay awake lies abandoned at your side.
The sight of you in his clothes, sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed, all snuggled up to his pillow, stirs something in Joel, his cock twitching beneath his jeans and he knows he has to have you, to feel your softness and warmth to make him forget all about the day he’s had.
smut below the cut** ❤️
Joel undresses quietly and shuts off the light on your bedside table before carefully climbing into bed behind your sleeping silhouette. His fingers find the hem of your—his—shirt and gently lift it up to reveal that you’ve forgone underwear and he lets out a quiet groan.
His rough, calloused palm gingerly slides over the curve of your ass, appreciating your curves before making its way to your front, sliding between your thighs to get you ready for him.
You stir for only a moment when his fingers brush your clit, a sleepy whimper falling from your lips at the sensation, before sleep overtakes you once again and you’re melting back into the sheets.
Joel’s fingers find your hole where you’re already starting to get wet from his light touch, sinking one of the digits in slowly. Pushing in and out of your warmth before adding another.
You’re still asleep when another quiet sound escapes you as Joel stretches you with his fingers, your back arching of its own volition causing your ass to press against his hardened length and he can’t help but let out a quiet “fuck” at the friction.
Once he feels you’re ready for him, Joel gently lifts your leg over his hip, pressing closer behind you as he lines up his leaking cock with your entrance.
Joel pushes in slowly, one inch at a time, and the way your warm, velvety walls just welcome him in so easily has all the stress of the day melting away in an instant.
His thrusts are slow and deep, his large hand on your hip guiding your pliant form back against him, his cock reaching places inside you that only he has ever been able to reach.
It’s only when his tip prods against that spongy spot inside you that would normally make you see stars if you were awake, that Joel feels your walls begin to clench tighter around him, your back pressing more firmly against his chest as you begin to stir with a quiet mewl.
“Mm- Joel?” Your voice comes out in a sleepy whisper.
Your hand clumsily reaches back to find his curls, a contented sigh leaving you as your fingers tangle in the soft strands, your mind beginning wake up and catch up with your body as he continues to fuck into slowly.
“‘M sorry for waking you, darling.” Joel presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “Just looked so fuckin’ pretty— Needed ya.”
oops got a little carried away with this one 🤭 but godddd I need a cold shower and like 3-5 business days to recover from this, I need this and him so bad 😭 !!! hehehe thank you for sending this my love, I hope you enjoy! ilyssssm 🥰❤️🧡
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PITCHING TENTS ⛺️
Kid Pirates x AFAB Reader Modern AU Campground Series
🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞
It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you went camping to spend time alone. At first, that had been the case, but you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger.
Masterlist || AO3 || Part One
PART 5/6 - TAKE A HIKE (Wire + bonus Heat)
CW: somnophilia, p in v sex, unsafe sex, creampie, public sex, semi-public sex, outdoor sex, choking, spanking, deep throating, face fucking, use of colour consent system, hate fuck, degrading language, fingering, anal fingering, anal sex, spit as lube, aftercare
WC: ~3.5k
Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin @bbnbhm
You expected the sweltering warmth in the small tent that came with sharing the room with a human radiator like Heat, but what you didn't expect were the wet sloppy sounds of his tongue buried in your pussy as you woke up on your belly. It shouldn't have been a surprise really, you'd both gone to bed naked and if you were him you'd probably want to take a bite out of your juicy ass for breakfast too. Your moans alerted him to the fact that you were awake, but he didn't let up, bringing you to an orgasm that was already almost fully formed before you'd even come too. He ran his arms up and down your thighs, fondling the fat on your ass whenever his hands reached them, greedily lapping up your creamy release.
“Sorry,” he kissed your thighs in apology as he finally let up, “couldn't help myself,” he bit down on the flesh of your ass and you let out a squeak, earning a possessive growl in response.
“Well? You gonna fuck me then, Heat?” You purred, raising your ass a little to give him access. He gave your ass a small playful spank before lining himself up, his knees either side of your legs, sheathing himself with a groan. He pushed your ass back down flat, the extra pressure making him wild as he started to fuck you at a desperate and needy pace, already having been hard and craving for an hour before he'd caved and eaten you out.
“Hnng, so tight,” he moaned, grunting with every thrust he made, the wet sounds of flesh smacking against flesh no doubt audible to anyone who might pass by, or who might be awake next door. You didn't care, you loved being loud, and you moaned shamelessly as he rutted into you, chasing his own release. His long blue hair made a curtain around you, tickling your back as he moved.
“Yes, yes, use me baby,” you moaned, “oh that feels so good, use me like your little cocksleeve”
“Fuck,” he grunted against your shoulder blade, his forehead pressed against you as he penetrated you so fucking deep, his piercings rubbing against your g-spot and making you see stars. “Dirty girl,” he groaned, “gonna- gonna fill you up”
“Breed me, baby,” you purred, every muscle in your body tensing and releasing as his hard thrusts made you cum suddenly with a scream. You clamped down hard on him as you came, and he let out a whine as he unloaded inside you, his massive load dripping out as he made his final thrusts, making sure he painted your walls with every last drop, before finally collapsing against your back.
“So good~” you mumbled in your afterglow haze, “so fucking good~ hnng~”
“You two done? I made breakfast,” Killer called from outside your tent, tapping on the fabric wall. Heat spooked and pulled out, falling backwards off the mattress with a heavy thunk, very nearly taking the whole tent with him as he hit the flexible wall. Killer gave the rounded silhouette against the wall a small kick and laughed, Heat quickly scooting away from it lest he be booted again.
“Oi!” Heat scowled, “don't fuckin’ spook me like that!”
“Cry me a river, lovebird,” Killer laughed, “breakfast is on your table [y/n], for both of you”
“Thanks Kil!” You called back, hearing the gravel crunch underfoot as he headed back to the kitchen building.
“Jesus fucking christ,” Heat mumbled, throwing on his pants and unzipping the tent door to quickly retrieve the plates. You wrapped yourself in a blanket as he came back in, and set up your laptop so you could both watch a movie while you ate, Ipad baby realness.
Heat had stuck around for the remainder of the movie and a little of another until Killer returned to let him know he and Kid were heading to the beach. They invited you as well, but today was your last full day at camp and you wanted to take advantage of the nice weather to go for a hike. Plus, you fucking hated beaches, there was no good way to fuck a stranger on a beach without finding sand in your pussy for the next month. Lunch, water, drawing supplies and a picnic blanket packed in your backpack, you took a quick shower and redressed in a tank top and shorts, along with a sturdy pair of boots, and headed for the trail.
The hike wasn't too difficult, there were a few areas that were near vertical, practically climbing up the embedded stones like the world's least practical staircase, but the rest of the walk was quite pleasant. It was mostly through dense forest, the only sound around you being the native birds calling to each other, and the crunch of dirt under boots. Every now and then the path would veer close to a cliffside, offering an unhindered view of the valley that got better and better the further up you got. At the summit was a small clearing, space enough for a few picnic blankets at a time, and a flat forested area behind that was ideal if you had to take a piss while you were up here. From the clearing you could see all the way to the other side of the valley, to further along where the valley met the ocean, and the small uninhabited islands a little way off the coast.
You were glad for the near constant shade on the way up, but with the sun now high in the sky you set about laying out your blanket and coating yourself in sunscreen. You took a long drink of your water as you sat down, before pulling out your lunch and enjoying the view while you ate. Hunger sated, you pulled out your art supplies and doodled.
You must have been up at the summit for maybe half an hour when soft footfalls on dirt alerted you to the approach of another hiker. You turned and smiled to yourself as you saw Wire coming up the trail, though he hadn't seen you yet, his eyes focused on the uneven ground under his feet. You turned back to your drawing pad as you waited for him to finish his ascent, hearing the indignant huff behind you as he noticed you sitting there.
“Ah, Wire, step into my office,” you patted the blanket next to you.
“No,” he replied flatly.
“Sour puss,” you snorted. There was a long silence as he just stood behind you, admiring the view, before turning his gaze down at you curiously.
“What are you drawing?” He finally relented. You lifted your sketchpad for him to see the, in your opinion very tasteful, drawing of Heat's pierced dick. “For Christ's sake” he scowled, he wished he didn't recognize the drawing so clearly.
You giggled as you brought the sketchpad back down, closing it and setting it back in your bag. You laid back on the blanket, enjoying the sun on your midriff and legs, your arms folded under your head and your eyes closed. Wire's eyes scanned down your body before letting out a huff and sitting cross legged beside you.
“Finally decided to allow my company, have you?” You smirked, your eyes were still closed but you could feel the shift in the air and hear his clothes moved as he sat.
“Whatever,” he grunted, “just trying to enjoy the view. Don't get any ideas, slut, I'm not fucking you just cos the others all have”
“I wear that title with pride thank you very much,” you replied, “besides, given how good your friends are, I seriously doubt you could do any better, so why would I bother?”
“Take a fucking hike, slut,” he growled.
“I already did, how do you think I got here?” You snorted, “asshole”
Before you could register what was happening his hand was on your throat, not choking, but certainly adding enough force to be threatening. You weren't scared of him though, you knew he was just worked up. In truth he probably needed to get laid, badly. Maybe then he'd fucking relax.
“You're gonna have to do it harder than that if you wanna kill me,” you smirked, “unless you're just trying to play the dominant? Is that what you want, big boy? You wanna throw me around, show me who's boss?”
“Yes,” he growled, “fucking brat”
“Then do it,” you spat directly in his face, your pussy already slick with the promise of a rough hate fuck. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and looked at you. His expression read as boredom, but his pupils were blown out with lust.
“You know the colour system?” He said, holding your throat a little tighter while his other hand yanked your tank top up enough to free a breast and grope it hard.
“Yes sir,” you smirked, “do your fucking worst”
In a flash he had you up on your feet, dragging you easily, one hand still on your throat, the other under your ass to support your weight so he wouldn't actually choke you. He dropped you next to a tree, spinning you to face it and pulling your shorts and panties to your ankles without even bothering with the fly. His large hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, before he pulled your hips away from the tree, forcing you to support your weight against the bark as you bent over. He lifted his hand and brought it down fast, the reverb of his harsh smack on your ass echoing in the surrounding trees. You choked out a moan, silk dripping down your inner thighs.
“Stupid fucking slut, think you know better than everyone,” smack, “going around fucking whoever you please,” smack, “disgusting little whore who needs to be taught a lesson about respect,” smack, smack, smack. “Colour?”
“Green,” you moaned. A particularly harsh spank came down on your ass and you whimpered. “Green, sir,” you corrected yourself.
“Maybe the slut does know a thing or two about respect,” he hummed, admiring how red and inflamed your ass was, a clear handprint on your supple flesh. “Too bad about that ruined pussy though, it's probably stretched beyond repair, gonna have to use you ass instead if I wanna feel anything”
“Why, you got a tiny cock?” You smirked. SMACK. You let out a strange combination of a pained whine and a moan at the particularly hard hit.
“Why don't you see for yourself, brat,” he grabbed you by your hair and forced you to your knees, your hands on his thighs for support and your ass cheeks throbbing as you looked up at him with half lidded eyes. He unzipped his shorts and pulled them down along with his briefs, his heavy cock springing out and smacking your face deliberately. You let out an audible gasp, you didn't think it was possible to find a man bigger than Heat but jesus fucking christ, this man was a fucking monster. He smirked proudly at the clear surprise on your face.
“I- I don't know if I can take that,’ you stuttered.
“You can, and you will,” he assured you, that same bored expression back as he wiped the head of his cock against your mouth, “now open up, slut, I wanna hear you fucking choke on it”
He was at least polite in the way he let you adjust to his size instead of shoving it all straight in, controlling your head with a hand in your hair while his other hand jerked off what you couldn't reach. You couldn't possibly reach the base, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat, nowhere near taking his full length. As soon as your throat relaxed and the gagging calmed, breathing out your nose to settle yourself, he pulled your hair tight to hold you still and started fucking your mouth. His other hand wrapped around your neck, pressing just hard enough to feel the way it buldged as he throat fucked you. He made quiet grunts as he thrusted, your eyes watering from the gag but you were determined to not show weakness.
“Maybe that slut throat is good for something after all,” he grunted, “first I'm gonna making you gag on my cum, then I'm gonna pound that pretty little ass of yours”
You moaned around his cock, one hand running down between your legs to touch yourself, while the other held his thigh for support.
“Good cocksleeve,” he groaned, “gonna fill you up in a second, gonna feed you so good. Take my load you stupid slut”
He stilled with his cock deep down your throat, gagging and choking around him while he hit the back of your head with a flat palm to force you deeper, your nose buried in his dark pubes as rope after rope of hot cum poured directly down your throat. He let you go finally and you took a heavy breath, his thumb forcing your mouth open so he could make sure you swallowed, admiring the wet streaks from strained tears on your cheeks, before slapping your face with a pleased hum.
“Look at you, finally good for something,” he smirked, “go get on the blanket with your ass in the air, I'm not done with you yet”
You struggled to stand for a moment, Wire helping you to your feet as you wobbled. “Colour?” He asked with a little concern.
“Green, sir,” you smiled coyly, making your way to the blanket and looking back at him as you bent over and used your hands to spread your ass cheeks, an invitation, or perhaps a challenge. He made a growl as he knelt down behind you, running his hand through your folds and earning a needy whine.
“Fuck, so fucking wet,” he rubbed your soaking clit before putting a finger inside you, followed quickly by a second. “You really loved choking on my cock huh?” His thumb toyed with your asshole as he fingered your pussy, adding a third finger in your eager cunt and suddenly starting a brutal pace without warning, his thumb sinking inside your ass while you were distracted. You let out shrill whines as he finger fucked you, switching his thumb to his index finger as you loosened enough to fully take it to the base. He spat on your ass and let the fluid drip to your hole, lubricating it as he added a second. All of a sudden you clamped down around him, screaming and clawing at the blanket, squirting hard with a splash and soaking the blanket underneath you. He didn't let up for a second, scooping some of the slick release from your folds and pushing it into your asshole, forcing in a third finger.
You whined at the stretch, but he worked patiently at loosening you enough to take him, spitting again every now and then to lubricate, his other hand alternating between finger fucking and rubbing your clit as a distraction till he managed a forth finger in. He wouldn't fuck you till he could get that forth to the knuckle, he was a rough dominant but he wouldn't hurt you needlessly. Your second orgasm came with a little more warning, Wire cooing praises about how well you were doing as you shook and creamed on his fingers, the afterglow finally allowing you to relax enough to where he was sure you could take him.
“There's a good girl,” he cooed, withdrawing his digits from both holes, making you whine as he left you empty. “Hush now, I'm gonna fill you right back up. You clean girl?”
“Y-yes,” you stuttered, “got- got checked last week,” you panted, “sir,” you quickly tacked on to the end.
“Good girl,” he praised, making you preen as the head of his thick cock pressed against your ass, “colour?”
“Green, sir,” you whined, “fuck me Wire, please”
His cock slid inside you slowly, still a stretch despite his preparations, and he groaned lowly as you took him inch by inch. He didn't force himself all the way in, but he was deep enough that it felt good for both of you, spitting again almost for good luck as he started to pump in and out of you.
“Good girl, I won't take long,” he promised, “you're so tight and hot, I'm gonna fill you real soon”
“Please,” you moaned, too fucked out to think of anything else but the pull of his cock in your ass, and how utterly dirty it felt to be letting a stranger do this out in the open air. Whenever you had the strength to open your eyes, you could see the campsite below, the red ute now returned, you wondered if the others could see you getting plowed from down there, or hear your deep moans. Wire held your hips tight, fucking you at a languid pace, wary of hurting you if he lost himself and went too hard. He only increased his pace bit by bit as you relaxed, watching how your hands went from clutching at the blankets to more relaxed, your head pressed to the side as you panted and moaned underneath him.
“Good girl, doing so good,” he grunted, and he could feel you contract around him at his praises, “you gonna cum from this? Fuck, such a good girl”
You whined as he increased his speed a little, your thighs shaking as his movement forced a weak orgasm from you, too worn to do any more, your legs barely able to keep you upright any longer, entirely relying on his firm hold on your hips. Your eyes were closed, your forehead dripping with sweat, your mouth stuck in a goofy looking smile.
“Just one more second, you're doing so good,” Wire groaned, speeding up one final time as his movements became erratic and desperate, his cock throbbing inside your tight ass, “oh fuck, fuckkk, there it is, take my cum sweetheart”
He let out a long groan and stilled as his seed pooled inside you, making sure you took every drop before he pulled away to admire your gaping asshole. “Push it out for me baby,” he purred, his hands holding your cheeks apart. You willed the muscles in your ass to move with the very last of your strength, feeling his cum dripping down your pussy before finally collapsing against the blanket.
“Good girl [y/n],” he cooed, rubbing your back in soothing circles, “you did so good. Just rest now”
He let you catch your breath before offering you his water, helping you sit up. He held you up till you were able to support yourself, then he gathered your discarded shorts and helped you slip them back on. Scooping you up bridal style he moved you to rest against a tree, forcing an opened muesli bar into your hand, shaking the dirt from your blanket and putting your things neatly in your bag while you ate. When everything was put away and you were done eating, he knelt down in front of you, his back to you.
“Climb on, I'll carry you down,” he offered.
“You don't gotta do that,” you yawned.
“Come on, you're exhausted,” he replied, “I was pretty rough on you”
You finally relented and clamboured onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he held your thighs and stood. God he was so fucking tall, what was this, a fucking fairground ride? It was a good thing you weren't afraid of heights. He dipped to loop the straps of your backpack over his arm before starting back down the trail, and you yawned sleepily as your head rested against his broad back and his soft hoodie.
“Have a nap, I've got you,” he suggested. All he got was a bleary mmm in reply before you were out for the count, the quiet rhythmic bouncing of his steps acting like a gentle rocking and putting you right to sleep in your post sex haze.
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