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lacroixqueen · 5 months ago

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mirror mirror on the wall stalker deadpool x fem!reader (18+, explicit non-con)

Summary: deadpool follows you when you go into your office bathroom to masturbate. mirror smut ensues hehe

Pairing: stalker deadpool x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags: stalking, choking, non-con, office setting, bathroom, mirror

Part 1 and Part 2 but there's really no plot lol

You couldn’t bring yourself to focus at work the next day. Flashes of yesterday night kept clouding your concentration and taking you out of the moment. The lines on your screen that detailed the new promotion’s engagement numbers kept swaying to the side and blurring over. You tapped the tip of your high heel nervously against the floor, breath catching as you tried to complete your task. But you just. Couldn’t. Breathe.

It’s like you were unable to control your own mind. Whenever you tried to send an email or even open a file, thoughts of his fingers in your mouth immediately appeared in your conscience. Or how his hands felt wrapped around your neck.

You stood up abruptly, startling your coworker the next cubicle over.

“Y/N… what has gotten into you,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Everyone is watching you.”

“I just have to go to the bathroom,” you replied a little too quickly for comfort, brushing off your pencil skirt and darting down the hallway.

Beads of sweat were beginning to form at the top of your forehead, as you twisted your fingers over each other. You just couldn’t get him out of your head. You still have no idea what even possessed you to enjoy yourself so much last night, but you did and you hate yourself for it.

You pushed through the doors of one of the hallway bathrooms and immediately rushed to the sink, planting your arms on the marble counter. You splashed some cold water onto your face, trying to regulate your breathing.

Stop thinking about him, you chastised yourself, back stiffening as you took in your mottled appearance in the mirror. You decided to ruffle up your hair a bit and apply a new layer of lip gloss while you were at it. You didn’t quite understand why every single thought revolved around Wade. After all, he was the one obsessing over you, not the other way around, right? As in, he broke into your apartment and slept with you like you belonged to him for crying out loud.

And yet you are the one who couldn’t get him out of your goddamn head. You retouched your mascara a bit, lips folded into a pout as you continued to internally scold yourself. Your mind still flickered occasionally to the way his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you down. Or how his fingers stretched you wide open. And the way he-

Flinging yourself into the closest stall and deadbolting yourself in, you quickly unzipped the top of your skirt to slightly loosen the waistband. You leaned up against the wall, and rested your high heel on the toilet lid, allowing your hands access to your already soaked panties.

Sighing, you gently caressed the tops of your nylon stockings, working your fingers up to the divot in your inner thighs. You dipped your fingers underneath your lacy panties, rubbing your tight clit back and forth as you finally allowed your imagination to run wild.

Like how you wanted him to fuck you just as hard as he did last night, if not more. And how your skin practically melted underneath his leather glove. His hot tongue tracing the contour of your neck.

You sighed as you unbuttoned your sweater and white blouse, dipping your fingers deep inside yourself while moaning softly. You hated this version of yourself. The kind that gives into him so easily. The one that doesn’t lie so vehemently about not enjoying every bit of attention he gives you so freely.

You closed your eyes while you played with yourself, pretending that your fingers his. You could feel your cheeks flushing hot, your hair twisted into messy strands as you pushed yourself closer towards a climax.

“Wade..�� you whined as you dug your heels into the ceramic surface underneath, feeling yourself dripping all over your inner thighs and legs.

Until you heard someone open the door. You froze into place for a moment or two, before stepping quietly on top of the toilet lid, attempting to breathe as silently as possible.

What the hell were you thinking, your thoughts raced at a million miles per minute. I must have lost my mind.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” you heard a familiar voice ring. “Masturbating in a bathroom stall at work? I mean you have really hit a new low, Y/N.”

Your blood ran cold the moment you registered who that voice belonged to. How did he even find out where I was?

His footsteps clacked against the ceramic tiles, the sound ricocheting off the walls.

“I never chalked you up to be someone so dirty, Y/N,” he chuckled, running the handle of his katana across every stall door. “I mean, this is something even I wouldn’t do. And I’m the kind of person who literally sneaks into your apartment and jerks off with a pair of your tights.”

“So that’s where they went?!” you whispered to yourself, before instantly cupping your mouth shut.

“Ooh, I heard you~” Deadpool exclaimed in a sing-songy tone. “You should just stop playing these stupid little games and get your ass out here already. We both know you want to.”

You steadied yourself on the railing, trying your hardest not to slip but your heels were beginning to slide off the porcelain lid.

“Eenie, meenie, minie, you,” the assassin called out playfully as he cut through the locks of your bathroom stall, whipping open the door without a moment of hesitation.

“Oh! I guessed correctly!” he celebrated, literally applauding himself for his efforts. “See, I heard you earlier when you were whining and moaning ‘Waaade’ a few minutes ago, so I decided to come in and investigate. But lo and behold, there was no one here! So I went and peaked in a couple bathroom stalls, and then I heard you talking to yourself and Yahtzee! Here you are. You know, you really are not very good at hiding. Something you should definitely reflect on.”

“Can you please get out?” you cried, standing up and trying to conceal the wetness between your thighs by pulling down your skirt. “I don’t know why you keep following me around everywhere but this has got to stop.”

“Aww, don’t be such a partypooper!” he teased, trailing right behind you as you headed to the sink to wash your hands clean. “I mean, I came all the way here to visit you at work. Don’t you think that’s kind of romantic?”

“You’re not my boyfriend, so no,” you shot back. “It’s creepy and it’s weird.”

“You’re breaking my heart here,” he whined, clutching his chest in a melodramatic fashion, as if he was about to keel over. “Plus, you’re also just being a really bad liar.”

“Oh am I now?” you said sarcastically, touching up your blush without even glancing in his direction. “Goodness me, you caught me red-handed. I am just head over heels falling in love with my stalker, mind you, the one who comes in and out of my house as he pleases? The one who breaks my windows and steals my clothes? Sounds about right.”

“Well, you sure sounded that way when you were moaning my name last night,” Wade grumbled, walking up behind you, a little bit too close for comfort now.

“Can you just-,” you hissed as you whipped around, exasperated at this point. You stepped back a bit, slightly intimidated by how much he towered over you despite you wearing heels today. “Stop. Doing. This. Whatever this is. It needs to come to an end. Right here, right now.”

“What, this?” Wade snickered as he tried to unbutton your blouse even more than you already have, his eyes glazing over your exposed cleavage. “Oh my god they are beautiful. Oh by the way, can I just squeeze them a little bit, or put them in my mouth, even for a second, oh please-”

“Nope,” you replied, smacking his hand away while buttoning up your shirt and pulling your cardigan over your chest. “Everything. The whole following me around situation. I don’t know what you are thinking most of the time, but you have already stepped over my boundaries and broken a dozen laws at this point. I don’t know you nor am I attracted to you so can you please just leave me alone?”

“Then why are you dripping all over the bathroom floor?” he asked, pointing out the very obvious puddle that has begun to form beneath your heels. “Look. I’m more than happy to go with your decision, but you're not really making a strong case for yourself here, sweetheart. Like, I’m a feminist for crying out loud! You know how much I respect women’s autonomy. I mean for God’s sake, Gloria Steinem would be rolling in her grave if she watched me walk away from you when that’s the exact opposite of what you want.”

“She is still alive!” you snapped, turning back around to finish touching up your lipstick. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as the assassin has decided to slam you against the marble counter, bending you over perfectly so he could admire the view.

“You know, you really are no fun,” he said, tone suddenly shifting, his leathered glove sneaking over your back and lifting up your skirt. “Ooo, black panties with a thigh garter. God, you know those are my weakness. You can be such a fucking tease sometimes, Y/N.”

He fondled the round of your ass before giving it a hard smack, sending a shiver down your spine as you tried to stand up, only to be bent over again.

“And I love the nylon stockings..” he murmured, running his fingers over the tops, sliding them underneath to tease the sensitive skin on your thighs. “Where were these when I broke in the other day? I would have taken them home with me if I had known.”

“You are such a sick fucking bastard you know that?” you cried, wiggling beneath his tight grip.

“I mean, you’re not wrong,” he replied, pulling the fabric of your thigh garter back and allowing it to slap back against your skin, leaving a red mark. He then twisted your thong between his fingertips and pulled them forcefully to the side. “But you’re also dripping wet, so who’s the real pervert now?”

He laughed, quite pleased with himself as he admired your tight, glistening pussy. He slipped two of his leathered fingers inside of you, gleefully anticipating your reaction as he started to slide them rhythmically in and out.

You moaned softly, giving into him yet again, your legs beginning to shake uncontrollably. He withdrew his fingers for a moment, stretching them out a bit, creating a thick string between them, only to shove them back into you.

You tossed your head back, watching him as he tortured you so shamelessly, as if it was second nature.

“Wade..” you begged. “Sl-slow down..”

“And ruin my tempo?!” he exclaimed. “You really ask for so much at once.” He went ahead and slipped in a third finger, eliciting another whine from you.

“I love the way you sound when I’m inside you,” he muttered, leaning over your back and whispering into your ear. “Can you scream a bit louder for me, please? Because every fucking time you let out a little moan, it just makes me want to fuck you ten times harder, did you know that?”

You nodded your head obediently, gasping as Wade spanked you one more time before pushing his cock deep inside of you.

“Do you like that, Y/N?” he said, abruptly lifting you up from your bent position so he could wrap his free hand around your throat while ramming into you relentlessly. “Watching yourself in the mirror like this? Seeing how much of a little slut you are for me, taking me so good without even the slightest objection?”

“I-I hate you..” you stammered out, watching as a rosy blush began to creep over your cheeks, your eyelashes fluttering as you felt him prod repeatedly against your g-spot.

“Again with the lying, sweetie,” Wade sighed, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. “I know that you were thinking about me when you were touching yourself earlier, by the way. Most likely imagining this exact scenario. Really, you should be thanking me because I’m doing you a huge favor here. Most people who masturbate don’t just have their fantasies show up at their doorstep, you really are one of the luckiest people ever in that regard. It’s like you’re in a fucking fanfiction or something..”

“I wasn’t thinking about you!” you snapped, only to be punished with another smack on your rounded hip. “In your wildest dreams, Wade.”

He released your neck from his grasp, and gently unbuttoned your blouse from behind, slowly revealing your dark lacy bra and cleavage. Wade went ahead and yanked your arms, folding them behind your back while continuing to pound into you. “You’re so feisty today,” he chuckled. “I sort of like it when you’re like this.”

The squelching sounds from your pussy ricocheted off the vinyl walls. Every now and then you would moan his name, or beg him to stop so you could at the very least catch your breath, only for him to bend you back over again and whisper a thousand more depraved desires of his into your ear.

“I’m so close, Y/N,” he grunted, twisting your hair around his wrist and pulling back hard. “You did such a good job today, being so tight and sweet for me, taking me so well. I could fuck you forever if I could.”

“Ah, nwghn..” you managed to sputter out, gripping onto the countertop for dear life as he pulled out. Mischievously, he tucked his cock into your thigh garter and pushed it into your stocking, cumming all over your quivering leg.

You slowly straightened up your back, your skirt and heels absolutely drenched. You walked up to the mercenary, who was now leaning against a bathroom stall, looking quite pleased with himself. He admired how pretty you looked with your hair in a mess, lipstick smeared all over your cheek, and his cum dripping down your thighs.

“I.. will never forgive you for this,” you said through clenched teeth, sticking your pointer finger into his chest. You almost collapsed over with how much your legs were shaking from how rough he was with you earlier. Fortunately, he did manage to catch you before you fell onto the floor.

“Yeah, yeah,” he countered, giving your ass one last playful smack for good measure as you headed out through the swinging doors. “Have a great rest of your day at work, you dirty little whore.”

You sat down into your cubicle chair without speaking so much of another word, proceeding to type out your report with enough speed and ferocity your coworker asked you if everything was alright.

“I’m fine,” you said a little too quickly, sending out yet another email, and pretending that he wasn’t the only thing occupying your every thought.

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diaphragmjellyfish · 4 months ago

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Gentleman

Rafe Cameron x reader

College AU

Smut, 18+ only

Tw: hazing, prostitution if you squint, me being back from the dead after years

Whoever invented nylon underwear was on your personal hit list after today. You understood it was more for show than for go, but seriously, you’ve never been so uncomfortable in your life. Surrounded by the other pledges, you got yourselves dolled up like strippers to be auctioned off to the campus’ leading fraternity. What the fuck, right? It was “for charity,” but you knew that was just an extreme to cover up this ridiculous hazing process. The idea was that all the pledges had to prance around a basement in lingerie in front of a bunch of douchey frat boys and let them bid on a night with you. If you chickened out or didn’t get high enough bids, you’d be dropped. So here you were, applying a final coat of clear lip gloss before being lined up like horses at auction getting ready for slaughter.

“Alright ladies, look alive!” the sorority president yelled as she jaunted through the makeshift dressing room. “These boys have full pockets and hard cocks, let’s not keep them waiting.” Real classy. And the fact that some of these girls actually seemed excited was beyond you. If your whole future wasn’t relying on getting into this sorority, you’d have been gone a long time ago. But here you were, about to whore yourself out for a chance at your dream.

“Layci, you’re first,” you heard as you and the other livestock – I mean, ladies – lined up by the door in the order that you’d drawn earlier in the day. You were third from last. You assumed the boys would all throw their money on the first bunch of girls, meaning the end of the line would be left to fight over the scraps of what was left. And you knew this fraternity too�� had heard their name mentioned on campus a lot. Known for using Daddy’s money to throw expensive parties with VIP lists and endless cocaine, their elite functions were held only at country clubs and private beaches, mansions and yachts. Hopefully that at least meant that whatever pig won your bid would be a two-pump-chump and you could be over and done with this whole thing before midnight.

“Push up those titties and pout those lips,” the president shouted with an evil enthusiasm, “the show is about to begin.” She took one last look at the desperate lineup of girls, adorned in the sluttiest garments they could muster. You shouldn’t think too little of them. After all, you were standing among them. You had your own reasons for being here, so you would give the others the benefit of the doubt too. The president skipped out of the room and to the basement, where the bidding would take place. This was all happening in the fraternity house, or mansion you should say. They had set up lights, speakers, and a runway for the annual event. You heard the president through the microphone from where you stood.

“Welcome, gentlemen, welcome! To the annual Kappa Delta Theta bid night for charity!” You heard a hoard of whooping and clinking of glasses. “Let me just say that tonight’s lineup of young ladies is sure to exceed all expectations. Please use your paddles to place your bids as the ladies walk out. Feel free to use those later tonight, too,” she suggested cheekily, and was met with comments dripping in testosterone and entitlement. “All proceeds will go to Kappa Delta Theta’s charity of choice, the Charlotte Food Pantry, which feeds over one thousand families per week.” Well, at least you could get behind that.

“We ask that you please let us know if your chosen lady does not meet your needs. After all, these girls are still proving themselves as honorary members of the Kappa house.” She went on to say, a subtle warning to the waiting girls. “Once you have won your bid, please make your way to the back room where you will meet your lady and be sent to one of the private rooms in the house. After that, the rest is up to you!” Cheers and hollering followed as the president brought out her list of girls.

“Let me introduce you to lady number one, Layci,” she announced as the lighting dimmed and a spotlight was shown on the curtained entryway. Layci breathed deep and plastered a smile on her face before exiting into the room– a gazelle marching into a hoard of lions. “Layci majors in marketing, and enjoys Sunday football and Bud Light Limes. Let’s start the bid at $100.” You struggled to hear the remainder of the bidding amongst the shouting and music until you heard a “Sold! To Trey Parker for $375.” Trey Parker, Jesus. You were glad he hadn’t bid on you, but felt extremely bad for Layci. He was an obnoxious drunk, known for snorting coke and punching walls when his football team lost. This was going to be a long night.

You attempted to dissociate and drown out the rest of the bidding as the girls filed out one by one, but before you knew it, you were face to face with that daunting curtain. The bidding had seemed to slow down a lot, and the room grew quieter as the boys won their bids and moved on to claim their prizes elsewhere in the house.

“Gentlemen, we only have a few ladies left, so let’s see those wallets! Next up, we have a Pre-Law major who enjoys pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, gentlemen give it up for Y/N!” you mustered up all the courage you had, pushed your bra strap up one final time, and walked into the blinding spotlight. You saw the glares of eyes watching your every step, analyzing your body, your face. Never in your life had you felt so vulnerable. Law school. Law school. You reminded yourself of your goal, and that gave you the courage to plaster on a smile and strut down the walkway. Whistles could be heard, but you ignored them and gave a spin before walking back up.

“Let’s start at $100,” she stated as you waited for the inevitable sting of a low bid. After all, you hadn’t put nearly as much thought into this as some of the girls had. Waxing, laser, facials, nails… all you had done was shaved and shown up. A paddle raised in your line of sight. Shit, was that Tanner Marshall? A cocky boy with a beer gut and entitled attitude, you’d heard rumors of his temper. Multiple women on campus had horror stories about him. Please, God, anyone else. Please not him.

Another paddle raised in the corner of your eye from a boy you hadn’t seen before. “$200,” he said quietly as his eyes raked your frame. He was cute, you wouldn’t lie, but you had no reason to believe he was any better than Tanner Marshall. His blue eyes met yours as he adjusted his backwards baseball hat and leaned forward.

“$350,” said Tanner with a smirk.

“$500,” the mystery boy countered without missing a beat.

“Woah, woah, let’s slow down, boys. There’s still a couple other girls after this,” the sorority president countered.

“$600,” Tanner Marshall forced, growing frustrated at the thought of taking a loss.

“$750,” Mystery Boy added, showing no signs of giving up. The highest bid you heard so far was $800. Did you stand a chance at topping that? If you did, they’d have to let you join for sure. To sweeten the pot, you threw a wink towards Tanner Marshall, as much as it sickened you.

“$900,” he said in a pained voice after seeing your flirtatious act.

A silence followed. Shit, you shouldn’t have done that. Mentally prepping for the most traumatic night of your life, you heard a solid “$1,000” from Mystery Boy. All heads turned to him at this extreme bid.

The sorority president seemed shocked at that, but gathered herself and announced, “One thousand dollars, going once,” please, please God please, “Going twice,” let him win and let him be an ounce kinder than Tanner Marshall, “Sold! To Rafe Cameron.”

Rafe Cameron, you’d heard his name mentioned before on campus but had few details to go off. You locked eyes with him once more before making your way back through the curtain and releasing a large sigh. It was over, but it wasn’t. Now came the tough part. Yes, you’d won the highest bid of the night, but now you had to fulfill it. Would he be aggressive? Would he listen to your pleas to be gentle? Would he fuck you and throw you into the hallway like trash after?

Your thoughts were interrupted as you were herded back to the entryway of the house by one of the sorority sisters. She handed you a strip of condoms and said “Good luck,” before leaving you to wait for Rafe Cameron to show up. The seconds felt like days as you paced in your stripper heels, attempting not to roll an ankle. Footsteps sounded in the distance and got closer. You held your breath as Rafe turned the corner and locked eyes with you once more. He let his gaze fall openly down your body once more and then gestured towards the stairs with a smirk. “Shall we?”

The trek to your private room didn’t last nearly as long as you had hoped. As you both entered, he turned to close and lock the door behind you. You stood in the center of the floor awkwardly, waiting for him to give you some cue as to what to do. Should you try to talk to him? Should you kiss? Should you drop your underwear and bend over and let him do what he pleased? This was an entirely new scenario to you, and you had absolutely no idea what to do. He waited as well, hands in his pockets, though not out of nerves. It was a test. He was trying to see if you were forward enough to take action, or if the awkwardness would be too much for you to stand. You held eye contact firm. He seemed pleased with this and broke the tension.

“Y/N, right?”

You nodded in response.

“Face down on the bed, hands behind your back.” Your breathing stopped, and you couldn’t move. So this was the type of night this would turn out to be. You’d be meat. He watched your shocked expression and waited for movement, before cracking a smile and saying “I’m kidding.”

“Oh,” you breathed, relieved and feeling slightly looser.

He kicked off his expensive shoes and hopped on the bed, hands behind his head as he leaned back against the pillows. He patted the seat next to him in a silent order to sit. You perched on the edge of the bed and leaned down to finally take off your excruciating shoes. You sighed in relief once they were off, and spun to sit next to him, still feeling unsure.

“I’m not sure what to do,” you finally admitted, hands picking at each other. His piercing blue eyes made contact with your own. He was extremely confident, and it was a little intimidating.

“Well, we’re supposed to have sex,” he stated plainly, hands still behind his head.

“Right,” you said nervously, “so should we just… start?”

“Why you doing this?” He questioned, the sudden change of topic giving you whiplash. “You don’t seem like you want to be here, so why are you?”

“Uhh,” you thought. Should you lie and act into it? Should you be honest only for him to treat you like a chew toy anyways? “Well, I uh, I just need to get into this sorority.”

“Other ones weren’t fancy enough for you?” he questioned, a joke laced in truth.

“Not exactly,” you started. “There’s a grad school I want to go to. Need to go to. And of girls in this sorority who apply, 90% get accepted. The Dean was a Kappa.”

He nodded in understanding. “That’s a better reason than most,” he finally responded, giving you some comfort. “I was right, though.”

At this, you gave him a questioning look. “Right about what?”

“You’re not Kappa material. That house is for sluts and party girls.” You were caught off guard by his bold language, and somewhat offended at his accusation, though you know deep down that he was right.

“Well then why did you pay $1,000 for me if I’m not a slut?” you countered, trying to throw something, anything, back at him.

“Because you’re smoking. And I know what Tanner Marshall does to girls, and you’re too innocent for that.”

“I am not innocent,” you huffed, glaring at him through a blush. He doesn’t know you. Who does he think he is labeling you like that?

“Oh yeah? How many guys have you slept with?” he argued. You paused. Should you lie? You didn’t want him to think you couldn’t handle yourself in the bedroom. Then, he might tell Kappa that you weren’t satisfactory and you’d never get in. Something about his stare, though, demanded honesty. You could see him being a very cut-throat boss or CEO someday.

“...one.”

“One guy, or one time?” Damn him. Was he a mind reader or something?

“.... one time. There, happy now?”

“What did you think?”

“What did I think of what?” you countered.

“The sex. Did you like it?”

You paused. This conversation was taking a turn, but what did you expect from a night like tonight?

“It was… fine,” you admitted.

“Just fine?” he prodded, “did you finish?”

“Wha– that’s none of your business,” you argued. He must have some real ego, asking you a question like that.

“So, no,” he stated. Your intense blush only confirmed his remark.

He smirked to himself, contemplating his next words.

“So, Y/n, here’s my offer.” He was definitely a business bro in the making. “We can stay in here for 20 minutes, make some crazy noises, and you can tell everyone we had sex so you can get into your precious sorority. No hard feelings. Or, you can actually let me fuck you. You’ll learn what good sex is supposed to feel like, and walk out of here an honest woman.”

What an insane offer. He was giving you a free pass to get out of this after dropping $1k for a night with you. He would let you walk away and tell everyone you had gone through with it. What was the catch?

“What makes you think I’ll like it any better with you?” you countered, feeling defensive.

“Oh, trust me, you will,” he smirked again. You wanted to wipe that smirk off his stupid cute face. Damn him. Why were you even considering this? You should take the free pass and run, you thought. But for some reason, you stopped. He was super hot, and you were in college. There was nothing wrong with wanting to get a little more experience, especially if you were going to spend your entire school career in the library doing test prep. You know what? Maybe you should do it. After all, he spent big money to save you from a worse fate, and was giving you options right now. You wondered how many of the other pledges were wishing they had that offer tonight.

“Okay,” you breathed, feeling emboldened by your choice.

“Okay, what?” he quipped.

“Okay, we can… do it,” you responded, again feeling shy but trying to power through it. His face lit up with a laugh at your phrasing.

“Well then, come here, sweetheart,” he muttered, pulling you closer to him by the hips as you gasped. You were fully lying down next to him now, and he was leaning over you with a hand on your inner thigh, your leg pushed up against his stomach. He leaned down and confidently took your lips with his own. You squeaked in surprise at his boldness before sinking further into the mattress and shutting your eyes. He kissed you slowly, yet dominantly, tongue peaking out to brush your lips before retreating so as not to scare you with too much, too fast. His one elbow remained propped by your head as his other hand rubbed soft patterns on your thigh. That felt nice, you thought, as your body grew hotter. If the rest of the night was going to be anything like this, you were in for it.

Breathing heavily, you pulled away for air as he brought his mouth to your neck. He licked a firm stripe up the side, pulling another gasp out of you, before sucking down on a patch of skin. He soothed with his tongue before lightly biting, being sure to leave a mark. You began to writhe underneath him at the sensation, which he definitely noticed.

“Feelin’ good?” he muttered, face still buried in your neck. You felt the urge to tease him as he had been teasing you all night.

“It’s… fine,” you giggled, attempting to knock his confidence. But he only sucked harder at this, drawing a yelp from you. He sat up on his knees before you and tore his t-shirt off in a fervor. He paused for a moment, giving you time to pump the brakes. However, you took that time to admire his defined torso, lined with lean muscle and veins trailing down below his waistband. You wanted to find out where they lead. He adjusted his backwards hat and lowered himself onto the bed between your legs, hooking your thighs over his shoulders. He began to kiss your inner thighs before you stopped him.

“We can skip this part,” you said breathlessly. He looked at you, confused.

“Why?”

“I just… I don’t really like it, is all,” you admitted. He looked at you like you just spoke Chinese.

“You’ve had one guy who had no idea what he was doing eat you out. I’m doing it, and you’re gonna like it. Besides, I’m not fucking you without getting you warmed up first.” He said it almost as an order, and you had no choice but to let him continue. Maybe it would be different this time. You doubted it, but it was possible. He used a hand to push you back down on the bed and began kissing your thighs once more. You were only in a bra and underwear, so he had easy access to you, but he didn’t go straight for it just yet. He kissed and sucked around your thighs and hips, careful not to touch your center. He was being a tease.

You lost yourself in the feeling and began to writhe once more. Noticing this, Rafe brought a hand down to pull your underwear to the side, and met your center with a soft kiss. Your nerves were all lit up at this point, so even the small motion felt great. Your hips bucked up for more friction, but he pulled away.

“What do you say?” he teased.

“Please,” you pleaded without any thought to it. He mumbled a ‘fuck’ at this, and commented, “What a good girl you are.” He brought his mouth back down and began to lick stripes up your center before suckling on your clit. This action caused a small moan to leave your mouth, which only encouraged him more. He continued these motions for God knows how long, licking, suckling, kissing, until you were a squirming mess underneath him. Then, he brought a single finger to your center, swirling it around your hole to collect your juices, before pushing it inside you to the second knuckle. He paused here so as not to hurt you, and waited for a reaction. When he found none, he pushed his digit all the way in, and studied your face as he brushed your inner wall in a “come here” motion. You gasped as your eyes shut closed and your head dropped back. Shit, that felt good.

“That’s it,” he mumbled as he kept up this motion, adding his mouth back into the mix once he was satisfied with your facial expressions. The combination of his mouth and finger was insane. You’d never felt anything like this before, even by yourself. This must have been what girls were talking about when they raved about oral.

“Oh my God, Rafe,” you sighed. He moaned in response, grinding his hips into the mattress. After several more minutes of this, he sat up and looked for the strip of condoms that had been forgotten on the floor. Standing from the bed and tearing one off, he dropped his pants and tore the packet open with his teeth. You admired him. He was straight out of a Greek myth, all corded rope muscles and a jawline that could cut a man. His tall frame overtook the room, and his dick… it was… big. Big enough to have you concerned. The last guy you had been with was half the size, and the pain was excruciating. Rafe saw your concerned face.

“Y’okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just, um… “ he waited patiently for a response. “Would you mind, maybe, like… starting kind of… slow?” you finally managed to drag out.

He looked at you again with a hint of laughter on his face.

“Honey… I’m not just gonna jam it in you,” he laughed. “We’ll take it easy. I’m not a monster.”

You giggled with him at this and relaxed into the bed once more. He kneeled before you on the bed looking like a Calvin Klein ad. Hands beside your head, he lowered himself on top of you and gave you a sweet kiss. He lined himself up and asked, “Ready?”

You nodded and felt him push his tip through your folds. He pressed carefully into you as you stiffened at the stretch. His face was buried in your neck once more, kissing up and down softly. Feeling your tense muscles, he whispered an order. “Breathe,” he soothed, the hand that wasn’t holding himself up petting your hair. You did as told and attempted to relax your body. He slid further in and paused to let you adjust.

You peeked down at your joined bodies and saw that the fullness you felt inside of you was only half of his length.

“Jesus,” you sighed.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, holding you steady. His words were the only thing keeping you grounded in that moment as you tried to manage the stretch of him. When he was most of the way seated, he pulled out a couple of inches and carefully pushed back in. You felt the drag of him on your walls, and let out a sigh. The sensation was bordering on painful, but the pressure of his tip inside you was a needed and pleasurable distraction. He did this once more, pushing deeper in this time, and continued this motion until he was fully seated inside of you.

“How’s it feel?” he questioned.

“It’s a lot,” you breathed, unsure how to describe it.

“I know baby, I know,” he comforted, hand still petting your head. “Let’s get you goin’, yeah?”

You nodded, though you would have agreed with anything he said in that moment. He dragged himself out halfway and pushed back in. He was still being gentle, but was definitely picking up the pace and made sure to watch you for any signs of discomfort. He sat up to a kneeling position between your legs and brought his hands to your waist, holding you steady for him. He worked into a quicker pace and brought a thumb to your clit, drawing small circles. This had you bucking your hips to meet his, soft moans beginning to leave your mouth. You closed your eyes and dropped your head back, falling into the moment.

Seeing you relax, he cooed, “There you go.”

“Oh my God,” you sighed, brows scrunching at his relentless rhythm. This was nothing like your last time, and you were so grateful for that. His thumb quickened on your clit, drawing higher and louder moans from you. “Fuck, Rafe,” you moaned loudly, only spurring him on further. His own moans joined yours, and you felt your stomach tighten. You tensed, and he noticed, not changing a thing about his actions until you were seeing stars. Your whole body tightened as you came, thighs trembling and mouth hanging open in a silent scream, and he watched every second of it, keeping pace until you peeled his hand off your center, the feeling becoming too much to handle. He dropped his hand, but remained constant with his hips until you saw his own face begin to scrunch. He moaned a “Fuck, Y/N” as he spilled into the condom, and paused for his own high to blow over before pulling out of you gently. You felt an emptiness in you then, wanting him back inside of you but knowing you both needed a break. After throwing away the condom, he came back to lay beside you on the bed, heavy breathing matching your own.

Your eyes remained closed, but you became conscious of how long you were lingering. Wasn’t that rule number one of hook-ups? You were supposed to leave right after?

“Sorry, just give me a second and I’ll go,” you huffed, still catching your breath.

He looked over at you and, after realizing what you said, spoke, “you’re not going anywhere.” You looked at him in slight confusion.

“We’re gonna snuggle and then go get some food. I’m fucking starving after that.”

“Okay,” you conceded. Again, you would have agreed to anything that man had said in that moment. You didn’t have the energy or will power to put up a fight. He pulled you onto his chest and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead and soothing your skin with his fingers. You sighed and shut your eyes, soaking in the moment.

“So?” he prodded, that same cocky tone as before lacing his voice.

“So, what?” you teased.

“I’m guessing by your volume that you liked it,” he retorted. You felt yourself blush at this, not realizing that you had been particularly loud. He felt your embarrassment and comforted with a laugh, “It’s okay, I like loud. It was hot.” All you could do was giggle and bury your face in his chest.

“Hungry?” he changed the subject. You nodded, and he sat up and said, “Get dressed, gorgeous.” You looked down at the wrinkled lingerie that still adorned your figure, realizing that you didn’t have anything else to wear. You certainly couldn’t wear this in public. This wasn’t Vegas. He saw where your gaze landed and seemed to understand. After putting on his joggers, he walked over to you with his shirt and put it over your head, pulling the sleeves over your arms. “Doordash it is, then.”

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the man with the hex // liam lawson

summary: he stayed to hand out candy but actually just wanted to make out. unfortunately, hungry kids won’t wait to ring the doorbell.

pairing: liam lawson x female! reader

warnings: allusions to sex, liam is a horny teenager, very suggestive but no smut, reader gets baby fever real fast and liam has a dirty mouth. I am incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man, apparently.

"jesus fuck!"

"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, watch your language!" her mother shouted from the kitchen

next to her on the couch, liam snickered, pulling her closer. guillermo del toro's 'cabinet of curiosities' was playing on the screen, and y/n had been jumpy throughout the whole episode.

y/n was a gentle soul. she preferred cozy mysteries, and humorous action thrillers as opposed to straight up horror. sure, the pillars of the slasher genre were wonderful films (she's first in line to see any new 'scream' movie), but she did not do well when she was genuinely scared.

"sorry, mom!" she shouted, resting her head against liam's shoulder. "liam has bad taste in movies."

"it's one episode!" the kiwi laughed. "i'm sorry, you can pick the next movie."

y/n rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch to hug her parents goodbye. she and liam had agreed to stay in that night, allowing her parents to go to an annual charity event thrown by one of her fathers friends. her sister was at a party, and as someone who had a quiet, peaceful life and wasn’t always invited to things, y/n was extended a chance to stay at home.

of course, learning that they would have the house to themselves, liam was all too quick to tag along, for less than wholesome reasons. while y/n had planned a couple's movie night, complete with matching hotel transylvania costumes and a stack of scooby doo movies, wheras liam had planned to get her to scream in more ways than one.

y/n got up from the couch, her nylon-clad feet skidding across the hardwood as she went to hug her parents. "bye guys, i'll see you in the morning."

"have a great time, mr. and mrs. (your last intital)!" liam shouted

"no funny business with my daughter, lawson. and no drinking." her father scolded, pointing his finger towards his daughter's boyfriend.

"dad! we're adults, i think we can handle ourselves." she laughed, giving her father a hug before her parents went out the front door.

she closed the door behind them, leaving it unlocked and the jack-o-lantern on the front porch turned on before backtracking to the kitchen and refilling the candy dish she and liam had been snacking from.

"you'll have to keep an ear out for the front door, but other than that, do you want to put beetlejuice on when this is over?" she suggested, bringing the candy bowl back over to the couch and curling into her boyfriend.

"i dunno, your parents are gone, i kind of hand something else on my mind." liam grinned, one hand trailing up her thigh.

"oh yeah?" she purred, maneuvering herself into liam's lap, poking his nose before kissing him softly, her blue lipstick smearing against his skin.

liam cupped her face with his free hand, his other arm going around her waist to pull her closer. she hummed contentedly as she nestled her body into his, taking his top lip in between her own.

“your lipstick tastes good.” liam remarked, lips ringed in the dark blue cosmetic. “like blue raspberry.”

“you’re such a dork.” she giggled, brushing an errant blonde hair out of his face before kissing her lover again.

liam moaned into it, feeling himself grow harder every time that her thigh brushed over his crotch. she was driving him wild, the end of cabinets of curiosities forgotten as they made out like teenagers.

the doorbell rang, startling them both as they jolted on the couch. y/n pulled away from liam, wiping the smudged gloss from her swollen lips before getting off the couch and reaching for the bowl of cadbury chocolates across from her.

“trick or treat!”

there were three kids standing in the doorstep, each dressed as a different superhero as they held pillowcases out in front of them as she dropped handfuls of pocket sized chocolates into the bags.

“you kids have a great night.” she chirped, waving not just to the kids, but to the parents waiting on the sidewalk before slipping back into the house.

she left the plastic candy dish on the front bench, a grin on her face as she went back to the living room. liam hadn’t mailed from the couch, one hand over his eyes and the other clutching a throw pillow over his crotch.

“seriously, liam?” she laughed, reaching for the tv remote. “come on, we have to be aware of our surroundings. little kids are going to be knocking on the door all night.”

liam groaned. “sounds like hell to me, babe.”

she shook her head, grinning as she used the remote to navigate over to the amazon icon to rent ‘beetlejuice.” she was just about to hit rent when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“liam!” she shouted, giggling as he nuzzled his cold nose into the tender flesh of her neck. “you know you’re just gonna get interrupted again, right?”

“don’t care.” he hummed, pressing kisses up and down her throat. “babe, we finally have the house to ourselves and I am so fucking horny for you right now.”

she giggled, extracting herself from liam’s hold to teasingly bend down near the coffee table, placing the realtor back on the glass top. at the sight of her skirt riding up over her orange and black nylon tights, the lacy hem of her panties visible through the nylon as she bent over, the kiwi could hardly contain himself.

especially when there was another ring of the doorbell.

this time, liam offered to get the door, almost dropping the candy bowl as he tried to get the door open, shaking hands unable to grasp the doorknob as be tried to get his breathing under control.

“woah, are you liam lawson?” one of the kids shouted, his voice echoing through the street. “I watched you on tv last week!”

despite himself, liam laughed. “right on, kiddo!” he held his fist out for a fist bump, kneeling to the kids level. “hang on just a second and I’ll get my girlfriend out here to take a picture of the two of us, yeah?”

“you seem cheerful for a man that didn’t want to hand out candy.” y/n chuckled from the doorway. “come on then, pass me his iPod touch or whatever and I’ll get the best fan pics he’s ever seen.”

the kids eyes lit up as liam moved to crouch next to him, matching his height almost exactly as y/n snapped a few pictures.

“your girlfriend is really pretty.” the kid said, giddy as he took his iPod back. “are you guys going to get married?”

liam laughed heartily, tactfully avoiding the question as he asked the kid what his favourite part of the race in qatar had been, dropping a handful of cadbury chocolates into the mummy shaped bucket.

once the kid was gone and the door was closed, he wasted no time in pulling y/n close and sliding his hands up her dress.

“someone’s eager. if anyone should be exited after watching you interact with kids, it should be me.” she giggled, kissing his cheek.

her lipstick was dry now, and liam found himself slightly disappointed that it didn’t leave a mark.

liam raised an eyebrow. “oh, yeah? so in addition to making you scream my name tonight, should I fill you up with my cum? start practicing for when it’s time to get you pregnant?”

she nodded eagerly, wishing for nothing more than liam pressing her up against the foyer wall and taking what he wanted. what they both wanted.

“fuck.” liam breathed, his breath warm on her skin. “you’re really hot when you have baby fever, you know that? and that kid wasn’t even a baby, he was like five.”

“shut up and kiss me, lawson.”

but just as liam leaned in, the fucking doorbell rang.

he cursed, throwing his head back in a groan as y/n gave him a sympathetic smile. she picked up the candy bucket, dutifully opening the front door and greeting the horde of kids who had chased each other up the driveway and around liams bmw.

while her back was turned, distracted by handing out candy, liam reached his breaking point, scrambling to find a piece of paper and a pen.

please take one handful each, and ring the doorbell if bowl is empty. we are home but enjoying a scary movie night and my girlfriend is jumpy :)

when y/n turned away, closing the door behind her, liam was quick to grab the bowl, whisking it away to the kitchen and ignoring his girlfriends confused look as he practically overfilled the bowl, taking on the sign and leaving it on the cast iron bench outside the house.

“now, where were we?” he grinned, pulling her in for a kiss. she broke out into a smile, knowing exactly why liam had done what he did. “that bowl is almost full, it will keep the kids occupied for a very long time.”

“what if someone takes the whole bowl? what then?” she giggled, playfully teasing her lover, hands gently rubbing at his shoulder blades.

“then I’ll buy your mom a new one.” he decided, paying the matter very little attention as he swept his girlfriend off her feet, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs. “now, my fair maiden, you bedroom awaits.”