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TOO HOT TO HANDLE (HOT TO GO!) | J. TODD
âI don't care how many years I've known you and how goddamn hot it is; we have not been friends for long enough to excuse you wearing short shorts in my home.â
âShort shorts?â Jason splutters. âTheyâre not fucking Daisy Dukes! These are US Army issue nylon tricot weave PT shorts! The Marines wear these!â
Yeah, you think, but I strongly doubt the Marines make them look borderline obscene.
Your eyes keep tracking to the thick, corded muscle of thighs, the ochre-gold of tanned skin cut through with dusk-rose scarring, the way the hems of his shorts strain against the sheer bulk of him.
(Youâre ogling him. Knowing that doesnât make it any easier to look away.)
âActually, they phased silkies out of Marine PT uniform issue in 2011.â You say, mouth dry. âThe US Armed Forces is responsible for many atrocities, but your slutty choice in shorts is not one of them.â
Realisation of what you've said strikes like a meteor through marzipan. You start throwing silent prayers to every god you can think of that Jason doesnât pick up on a particular detail of your response.
You can practically see the moment that any divinity that exists in the universe decides to spite you, and the second half of your comment registers in Jasonâs head.
He blinks hard, mouth dropping into a comedic little âoâ.
âWait a minute. You think my shorts are slutty?â
"...I think that if you can look me in the eye and tell me that three inch inseam shorts aren't a questionable choice when you're packing heat like that, you're lying to both me and yourself.â You reply diplomatically, tearing your eyes away from those delectable thighs.
Jason's ears flush crimson.
âOh, like your shirt is so much better with that many buttons undone.â
You start, glancing down at yourself. Sure, there's more décolletage on show than you'd perhaps feel strictly comfortable with in public, but your shirt is hardly indecent. You look back up to find Jason's eyes trained on the hook of your collarbone, right at the point where it dips into the suprasternal notch; his eyes flit up to meet yours, pupils blown, as a patchy flush floods his cheeks.
âWhaâ are you a bloody Victorian? Is showing a little bit of collarbone in my own apartment really scandalous enough to make you blush?â You ask, laughing a little with incredulity.
âNothing Victorian about either of us, if the way you were staring at my legs is any indication about how your mind works. âJason retorts. Your jaw drops, and Jason snickers. âYeah, sweetheart, I noticed.â
You feel your blood rush to your face at a frankly mortifying speed, Jason's smirk turning distinctly wolfish at your clear embarrassment.
âOkay, so we're both godless slatterns. Good chat. Glad we can end this here before I die of embarrassment.â You mutter.
Jason quirks an eyebrow.
âSlattern? Why, was ogling my thighs doing it for you, sweetheart? Thinking about how one of them would feel between your own?â
Jason's voice tips into a baritenor rumble at the end of the sentence, the sound sending heat dripping into the pit of your belly.
You can see that goddamn smirk on his face, caught somewhere between teasing and a flash of teeth, clearly enjoying every second of your fluster.
You've got to get your lick back.
âDepends. What was it you were thinking about, Jay? How pretty my collarbone might bruise after you sink your teeth into it? Or is touch more your thing, huh? Wondering about my skin under your fingers?â
The sound that leaves Jason is punched-out, his pupils blowing out to the size of dinner plates.
Your lips quirk up, something like victory in the corners of your smile.
Before you can gloat, you find yourself pressed up into the back of your sofa, Jason we'll and truly in your personal space.
Hovered over you, heâs all supposition; unyielding muscle and sharp lines, hard planes to your soft curves, flooding your nose with the scent of cologne and gunpowder.
You find yourself blinking up into a pair of ink-black pupils, ringed ever so faintly by teal.
âYou are playing,â Jason murmurs, âa very dangerous game.â
âAm I winning?â You laugh.
âFuck.â Jason mutters, husky and emphatic, then; âif you knew how long Iâve wantedââ
He breaks off, a savage huff of breath leaving him.
âLook, if youâre just teasing, I need you to say something now, beforeââ
With a roll of your eyes, you press your lips to his in a brief, close-mouthed kiss. When you pull back, Jason looks sun-stunned, hope and disbelief warring in his eyes.
âIdiot.â You snark fondly. âYou didnât answer my question. Am I winning?â
A moment, then two, then heâs brushing butterfly kisses to your cheeks, temple, the tip of your nose and the soft hinge of your jaw before, finally, finally, his lips press to yours, close-mouthed and chaste.
The two of you trade slow, shy kisses, soft and sweet until you catch Jasonâs full bottom lip between your teeth, tugging slightly.
You hear his breath catch, and the kisses abruptly turn filthy; Jason licking at the seam of your lips until you open up for him, the electric pressure of his tongue against yours, sharp, incisors nipping sharply at your bottom lip.
You could die happily like this, you think; Jasonâs hands rucking up your shirt, his mouth on yours, the knowledge of how he tastes burned into your synapses.
When you part, your chest is burning with air hunger, and your lips are spit-slick and puffy.
As much as youâd like to continue, youâre desperate for a cold drink, and only some of the sweat at your hairline is courtesy of your marathon make out.
You say as much to Jason, who groans, full throated, and sucks a savage mark into the side of your neck.
âOkay, you absolute menace. Iâll go grab you a coke, and as soon it gets below 95 in the shade, Iâll show you just how much of a winner you are.â
wallahi england is a godforsaken nation and not just because of r*shi s*nak and k*ir st*rmer. how is the humidity 81% at 11pm at night??? âmarley arenât u african and from desert countryâ YES. WHERE HOT ALSO MEANS DRY, AS GOD INTENDED.
at least desert country is arid heat.
anyway: Jason Todd good hot, England bad hot (and also a failed state run by cartoonishly corrupt devils, but enough abt britpol).
this one goes out to my fellow Jason Todd apologists @sems-diarie and @stars-n-sweets !!!
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x gn!reader#dc x reader#red hood x you#red hood x gn!reader#marley.txt#my writing#jason todd fic#jason todd fluff#this fic sponsored by England Being Too Fucking Hot
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imagine Miguel and trying to stay quiet but heâs hell bent on getting you to make noise for him so he starts working HARDER and biting you to get you to moan for him â đ„”đ„”đ„”
Hope you like <3
NSFW under the cut
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You wanted to scream, your throat tight with pressure.
You fought to keep it together, slapping a hand over your mouth while you obediently bounced on Miguelâs cock. This position was always a mission, your thighs spread a little too wide to accommodate him, his large cock reaching parts deep within you that you didn't know were possible.Â
He had a bruising hold on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided you at the speed he wanted.Â
âToo quiet,â he grunted in protest, eyes trained on your face, âyou know I hate it when youâre quiet.âÂ
âY-you know damn well why Iâm quiet.â You argued weakly, your hands flying to grip his shoulders tightly, nails biting into his tanned skin. You tossed your head back at a particularly intense thrust, chest heaving and pussy throbbing with need and arousal.Â
Miguel made a noise of disapproval at your words, brows furrowed as he concentrated, his hand now roaming to grasp one of your tits.
âDonât care.â Of course, he didnât.
You were in one of the restrooms at HQ, shoved into a stall that barely held enough space for the width of Miguelâs broad shoulders, let alone the both of you for a quick fuck session. It was a tight fit, even when he sat on the lid of the toilet, forcing you over his lap with a simple tug of your waist.
Not the most convenient place to be in a compromising position.Â
âY-you should,â you whimpered, biting your lip at the delicious stretch of him, âa-anyone could walk in and hear.â
âDonât care,â he repeated roughly, his red eyes observing the way you were creaming over his cock, âwanna hear you.â He grabbed you by the nape suddenly, pressing you against him so that he had complete access to your pretty neck.
He began to nose at the skin, inhaling the scent of your floral perfume mixed with the sweat of the current activity, before sucking a bruise. You moaned as he nibbled at your neck, gently at first, tugging and licking before he got the mark to his desired shade. The area bloomed with color, bright red, and angry.
âThatâs it,â he cooed, grinning against your neck when more whimpers fell from your lips, âlet me hear you." You choked out a moan, biting your lip as he continued to spear you in all the right ways, his hands gripping the bottom of your thighs to easily lift you up, only to slam you back down again.Â
You arms snaked around his sweat slicked shoulders, your fingers gripping his hair as you cried outâfinallyâyour achy cunt coating you both in your slick.
"Fuck," you cried, your eyes glazing over with tears, his cock hitting the perfect spot, "M-miguel!"
He hummed, licking a stripe down your neck before sinking his fangs into you, piercing through your skin at a superficial level, but he knew it'd be enough.
You came with a loud moan, gushing all over his cock, your juices running down his length and over his thighs. He didn't stop bouncing you on his cock, chasing his own pleasure. Your slick pussy pulsated over him, the wetness helping to glide easily in and out of you.Â
"Fuck," he groaned, licking the metallic taste off your neck as he came deep inside, shoving his hips tightly against yours, "goddamn."
You dropped your forehead on his shoulder, catching your breath. Your hips ached from the position and you knew you'd be feeling the ache of your muscles and cunt for a few days.
Miguel removed his hold from under your thighs, wrapping his arms around your waist. He felt your rapid heart beat on his chest and smiled, nuzzling his face in your hair.Â
"Oi!" Hobie's distinct voice echoed into the restroom, "you both done havin' a shag?" You went rigid in Miguel's arms, shrinking against his chest in pure mortification.
"Fuck off, Hobie," Miguel growled, slamming a fist against the wall of the stall to make a point.Â
"Just tryin' to wash my hands boss." he chuckled, his boots squeaking under the linoleum floors. The faucet goes off for a moment, then the paper towel dispenser before Hobie leaves. "Clean up after yourselves, yeah?"
You groaned when you heard the bathroom door swing closed, keeping yourself tight against Miguel as if heâd shield you from the embarrassment. His cock was nestled comfortably inside you, some of his seed slipping out as it softened.Â
âI hate you,â you said with no bite, your words muffled by his skin. You heard him breathe deeply before he pressed a kiss over your hair.
âI hate you, too.â He said affectionately.
#ask response#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara imagine
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â oliver aiku vs. his ex!
synopsis: oliver aiku was always a ladies' man. a sadistic one, at that. he enjoyed playing with emotions, enjoyed being in control, enjoyed ruining women at the whims of his heart and dick. so, when he decides he's had enough of his cheerleader!gf and breaks up... why does she not look upset? in fact, why is she brushing him off, acting like he didn't mean shit to her?? huh? guess it's upto him to remind you just what a wonderful boyfriend he is. pairing: pro soccer player!oliver aiku x cheerleader!gf cw: hate-sex. marathon sex. making a sex tape. nsfw includes: fingering, penetration, creampie, oliver being a bitch and lowkey toxic. NOT PROOFREAD. wc: 2.9k
oliver aiku wasn't an actor by profession. no, he was a soccer player. the entire world knew that by now, you knew that by now.
yet the way he had clasped his hand â intertwining his digits â and looked at you with his pretty face all furrowed, you may as well given him an oscar for best actor.
"it hurts me to do this. it really fuckin' does." oliver nodded, splaying his large palm against his muscled chest, "but, i'm afraid it's just not working out between us."
you almost wanted to laugh in his face.
so, this is why he had booked a reservation at the same restaurant he had asked you out at just two months prior.
you could recall that night as if it was yesterday. the winds were unforgiving as you had sat on the same table in the same balcony area. that night, his heterochrome eyes were locked in on yours and he smiled so softly when he asked you out. words candied, so awfully, awfully sweet: "'s you and me, baby. forever."
how funny that forever lasted 2 month and 6 days.
now, the same dim overhead lighting panted the man in a subtle glow, hiding his dark intentions just as well as it hid the dips and curves of his facial features.
he reached for your hand on the table, methodically rubbing circles into your skin as his eyes bore into yours. he repeated, "you get me, right, baby?"
you almost did laugh in his face.
stifling your amusement under the guise of sadness, you nodded, "i understand it all, oliver. all too well, at that."
you knew oliver was a sadistic man, a man that replaced women with the flick of his fingers. something in him got off at their spluttering breaths, their wide eyes as they tried to ask him questions: but why? why do you want to break-up? oliver, why? why, why, why?
too bad you weren't one of those girls at oliver aiku's feet.
maybe he had forgotten that you had known him for ages, that you were well-versed with his tactics â being the captain of the national japanese cheerleading team. maybe he had forgotten that you knew what kind of man he was long before he started chasing after you. and maybe he had forgotten that if he tried to ruin you, you'd ruin him thrice over.
covering his larger palm with yours much smaller ones, you leaned forward. the swell of your tits was a sight to see, your cleavage so delicious against that low-cut dress but it was your words that made oliver aiku question his sanity, "i really get you, oli. with your career and mine, it's just so hard to make this work. i was gonna suggest the same. we should really break up."
what?
whatever flickers of amusement were left in his heterochrome eyes turn to ashes, sinking within his tanned skin as he physically froze. his eyes took you in, words barely pushing past his lips, "what?"
"you're right." you patted his hand sympathetically, "we should break-up, baby."
the two of you sat in silence, basking each-other in as the chatter in the background faded off. suddenly, the sensual ambience of the restaurant turned into one of stark... confusion...?
the man opened his mouth, pretty lips parting before closing again, and again, and again like a goddamn fish out of water.
"right. right." the man finally breathed out, shifting backwards in his seat and nodding, "i'm glad we both agree then."
"thanks for the meal, oliver." you smiled, pulling your hands back to your lap. your posture straightened, eyes tangling against his in such a cruel dance. "i'm so glad we could end this mutually."
"of course," the man rasped, trying to mask his disappointment at your level-headed tone.
why weren't you in shambles yet?
his lips wobbled as they fell into a smile, and the gesture left some sort of sick, twisted satisfaction in your gut.
oliver grit out, "i'm glad too."
that was two weeks ago, and you had walked away from the restaurant with heart well and intact. oliver aiku was a language you were well-versed in, after all. he was destruction, ruination, he was everything you should stay away from.
but now... the real question was: if oliver aiku was soo glad that you broke up, then why was he running towards you after winning the championship quarter-finals?
sweat dripped off the planes of his cheeks, down his jaw and into his jersey. he cleared his throat, completely ignoring your teammate who had been talking to you seconds prior. his eyes zeroed in on you, "oh, didn't see you there."
the man huffed, eyeing you in your tight-fitting uniform. the man in question smirked, keeping up with his own nonchalant attitude, "how ya doin', sweets?"
"didn't see me?" you repeated with a jump in your brows, "you didn't see the cheer team throughout the match? have you lost your vision, aiku? or worse, your mind?"
"oh? have i?" the slight, seductive lilt in his voice never gave up and you stared daggers at him, "what is it, aiku?"
"how was that, huh?"
"how was what?"
"my... play? the game?" the man slowed his speech down as if you were not comprehending him thoroughly.
"good, i guess?" you shrugged, still turned towards the teammate that seemed to sense the tension between you two. as if on cue, she left you to alone. walking away with the signature ponytail swaying with each graceful step.
you dragged your gaze back to the man and waited for him to spill. and spill, he did.
"i was thinking about the break-up." he finally fessed, a hand flying up to tame his unruly hair, "and i think it may have been a mistake."
a smirk threatened to break out on your lips but being a woman of class, you cooed instead, "but i do think it was the right decision. i don't think we should get back together, oli."
"what? f'real?" he panted, wiping a hand to get rid of the sweat that was cascading down his forehead.
you just hummed.
"what? jus' asking." and he grinned â unabashed, uncaring that the whole world might make when they see his crazed expression, "dont'cha miss me? be honest. don't you miss my dick? bet i can get you to come back with just an one night staâ"
"ânah, you're too tiny, aiku. it won't get the work done."
of course, the former captain didn't lose his cool. instead, he laughed â the kind that made your skin crawl and sent a violent, hot throb down to your core. his heterochrome eyes narrowed in some sort of evil satisfaction and he dragged his hand over his stubble so, so slowly.
he finally leaned in, "you want me to ruin you? ya wanna gamble your life like that?"
"can you?" you paused, purposefully looking at him with those doe-eyes, "can you 'ruin me', oliver?"
"hah." he pulled back, giving you an easy smile, "trying to push all my buttons? you have no idea how this'll end for you."
you nodded, "you think you'd scare me, aiku?"
"baby..." his voice was a drawl, words so well-pronounced, "i'd do you worse than that."
maybe you forgot that if you tried to ruin oliver aiku thrice over, he would go for a nasty total of four times instead.
"oliâ a-aiku." your breath stuttered as his silhouette became blurry. hot tears pricked at your lash-line as he bullied his digits deeper and deeper into your cunt once more.
his pace was inhumane, fingers still playing against your gummy walls till he found the spot that was your kryptonite. and then, he kept assaulting that very spot over and over again. over n' over n' over again till your back arched and moans tore out of your throat so pathetically.
"i can't. i can't. ca-can't." you babbled â fucked so dumb on his thick fingers â as he tried to pull your fourth orgasm out of you, "a-aiku."
"ah." he hummed, his fingers fucking into you so, so mean. his pace slowed only so that you could focus on his rough voice, "tch, look right here."
his digits moved with purpose, their purpose being your ruination. and you lost yourself in the feeling of your stomach tightening, another violent orgasm trying to pry itself out of your aching body.
you were pulled into reality with a harsh squeeze of your cheeks. your teary eyes widened, wobbling lips falling into a forced pout as oliver repeated himself, "look into the fuckin' camera, doll."
"o-okay." your eyes dragged upwards from man to the tripod set at the edge of the bed. your shaky vision took in the metallic luster of his phone and you tried to focus.
"okay," he rasped, "now tell 'em how good i'm fucking ya." he cut himself off with a laugh, "ah, wait i haven't even fucked you yet and you're still so fucked out, isn't it?"
"no-oh." a harsh slap to your throbbing clit had your head rolling backwards. oliver hummed, "i asked you to speak up," another harsh slap had you gasping, "so, speak the fuck up."
"i-" your voice wavered pathetically, eyes barely focused on the camera that was perched a few meters apart, "i fuckin' hate oliver aiku."
"oh?" his amused laugh hit your core, hot breath playing with your overstimulated cunt. his fingers steadied, the impending orgasm that was just now knocking at your door dissipated with each drawled out second.
"oh?" he laughed again, this time slowly pulling his fingers out, "you hate me?"
"i- i do." you almost cringed at the weak resolve in your voice, and cringed once again as you failed to meet his eyes. oliver stared daggers at you, pushing his pretty fingers past his hungry lips to finally taste you.
"hmm," he hummed against his digits, popping them out lewdly, "you taste so fuckin' sweet but you're a mean, lil' thing. aren't ya?"
"yeah, i am. why?" as your body finally caught a break from his unyielding acts, your voice grew firmer, "are you having a tough time handling me?"
"you're so cute." the soccer player raised himself upwards and caged you in under him, muscled back rippling with each step forward. his fingers hooked under your chin, voice so soft, "why do you hate me?"
the very next second, he was off you. clad only in his boxers, oliver aiku carried himself to his phone and removed it off the tripod. bringing the device to you, he started a new video, "how about you tell all the reasons you hate me to the camera?"
"wh-huh?"
the phone was handed over into your shaking hands and you stared at your flushed face in the front camera as the camera kept on recording. your eye makeup was a mess, highlighter and blush smudged as lipstick dragged off of your lips to your chin.
"go on." oliver dragged his boxers down and you to his lap. with one smooth motion, his achingly hard cock was inside your abused cunt.
"o-li-ver." his words were mere syllables as your eyes clasped shut. his hips rutted upwards, his strong hands wrapping around your waist as he kept fucking into you. the mushroom tip dragging so deliciously against your g-spot.
"go on," he grit, words a desperate command, "tell the camera w-why you hate me, doll."
"first, you're so me-mean sometimes." you caught your face contorting into pleasure as oliver kept up with his pace.
"am i?"
"mhm." you nodded, one hand shakily clasping the camera and another wrapping around his shoulders to stablize yourself. he dragged his lips down your jaw, his stubble a familiar scratch against your skin, "what else?"
"you keep flirtâingh ah, ah, ah wiâwith other women, oli." he inhaled your scent, obscenely licking at the thin layer of perspiration on your neck, "and?"
"and you're s-sho," your words slurred at his sudden hard thrust within you, "pretentious."
he smiled against your skin, words so scratchy as your velvety walls milked him to his demise, "using big words now, pretty?"
your eyes met his in a lewd, charged dance. the long-forgotten video still getting filmed in the background as he captured your lips in a messy kiss; all teeth and spit and sins.
"'m not dumb like ya," you breathed against his kiss-bitten lips for a bare second before your lips clashed against his again. a strong hand travelled up your spine, the touch so intimate as he pounded his cock up into your cervix.
"o-oli," your hand shook, another wrapping around him as your hardened nipples rubbed against his hard, muscled body, "'m gonna cum."
"not yet." the man babbled, "not yet. not yet. finish telling the camera why you hate me."
"i ha-te you." you nodded, eyes drooping dangerously as you tried to speak into the phone, "i hate oli 'cause he only da-dated me to... fuck, oli. he dated me jus' to break up."
"did you not wanna break up?" the man cooed, though the undertones of his voice revealed the dark satisfaction of your admission, "ya said ya wanted it."
"iâ i did."
"an' now?" his eyes bore into your face, words so desperate that they dangled at the edge of insanity, "say you love me."
your eyes widened, sanity clearing only for a moment to deny his hurling accusations, "i don't."
a harsh roll of his hips had your eyes rolling back again, had your manicured nails sinking into his tanned skin and had your jaw slacking open just for his to kiss you senseless.
"say it." he mumbled against your lips, drunk on you, "jus' say it. say y-you love me, doll."
you found yourself losing your senses as he fucked into you with one harsh rut and then another, and another. a hand snaked lazily between your writhing, sweaty bodies to play against you long-neglected clit, "c'mon. spill, doll."
"i do." you nodded finally, lips wettened by your crazed kisses and body molding to his corrupt touches, "i love you, oli."
"good girl." he smiled against your glossed lips, "say you want me back."
you repeated after him, a mindless husk of a woman at his disposition, "i wan' you ba-ah fuck 'm gonna cum."
"say it."
"i wantyouback." your words mushed together as you finally felt your orgasm clash against your own body. your thighs shook, the limbs closing tightly against his well-defined waist and his phone dropped from your limp grasp onto the luxurious bed.
"good girl, jus' like that." oliver nodded, his words so very dark as you finally fell limp against his body. his hand methodically soothed you, rubbing patterns into your back as he fucked his erection right into your overstimulated core.
heavy breaths stuttered out of your used body, eyes clasping shut at the feel of his warmth against your entire skin and the mess he was making against your puffy folds.
"fuuuck." his hips came to a stutter, arms growing tighter against your ribcage as the man emptied himself within your inviting, plush cunt with a pornographic moan, "fuckin' hell, i forgot just how good you feel like this."
the sticky, white-ish liquid dribbled past your fluttering cunt and pooled within you two. oliver pushed you a mere inches away to bring his hands to your face. as his heterochrome eyes burned into yours, the warmth from his palm seemed to seep into your cold cheek... but now, his touch felt too hot, as if it would char you.
oliver aiku gave you a smile â a dangerous one â and the dimple in his cheek came alive, "i'm so happy we're back together, baby."
wait, what???
but before you could question him, before you could take a pause and wonder aloud, his syrupy lips caught yours and he shushed you, "shh, 's okay. jus' go to sleep, baby. i'll clean you up, okay?"
"but oliâ"
"âbaby." his words were gentle, actions so soft as he laid you down on the bed and kissed your forehead, "just sleep, doll. we can talk tomorrow, right?"
and you nodded. how could you not as he dragged his strong palms up and down your sore body and mumbled sweet nothings into the pliant, night air?
the next morning, as the sun shone past his glass windows and onto your sleepy face, you saw a half-dressed oliver hovering on the side of the bed.
"what?" you asked lazily, rubbing the sleep off of your eyes. half aware that you were still in his bed, you stared at him confused.
"what?" he repeated with a dopey smile.
"what'dyou want?" your words slurred, the morning voice creeping in within the syllables.
"nothing." oliver grinned, bending down to boop your nose with his index, "jus' wanted to say goodmorning to my beautiful girlfriend."
your eyes widened, body shooting up so fast that your forehead collided against his dense head, "âouCH!"
"jesus," the man staggered, rubbing the area you had assaulted with his index and middle finger, "what?!"
"you were serious about that?!"
"you were not?" he quipped, and you shook your head as if he was the insane one, "obviously not."
"ah," oliver aiku nodded â as if in a deep thought â before looking down at you. flickers of amusement swam in his irises, lips lopsided and twisted as he looked at you as if you were his personal lab rat, "well, too bad we're back together now, doll."
what the fuck.
a/n: OLIVER AIKU THE MAN YOU AREEE. I LOVE TO HATE YOU. MY CRINGEFAIL HUSBAND FOREVER MWUAH MWUAH. tagging: @moodswing101 @actuallynarii @5hoe1 @mininji @scara-simp69 @heartfeltstarry @keimorii because like why, not?
#blue lock#bllk#bllk smut#bllk x reader#blue lock smut#blue lock season 2#oliver aiku#oliver aiku smut#aiku oliver#aiku x reader#aiku oliver x reader#bllk x reader smut#oliver aiku x reader smut
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addicted to your rafe!! you mentioned in the bartender!reader au that rafe shared his life story after their first time together and was just wondering if youd ever write about it? would love to read about rafe spilling all (in more ways than one hehe) and reader's reaction but only if its something youre interested in writing!!
i was planning on making the smut really cute BUT...it got a little out of hand bc they're both horny so....enjoy!!! but there's fluff i promise. and he spills everything (eheheh)đââïžđââïžđđ«ą thank you for the request đ©”đ«
i'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands - r.c (+18)
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) warnings: SMUT!!!!; a little angst by the end and lots of fluff.
It's past midnight, and youâre sprawled out on your bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Youâre still in your ratty tank top and sleep shorts, some throwaway show mumbling in the background.
The nightâs quiet, a little too quiet, so when you hear a low thump at the window, you nearly jump out of your skin.
But you know that sound. Thatâs Rafe.
You glance over just as his messy dark blond head pops up outside the window, blue eyes gleaming mischievously. Your heart does this stupid thing, and youâre grinning before you even realize it. You slide the window up quickly, shushing him though you know heâs careful.
"Hi,â You whisper, leaning into him the second heâs in, his broad shoulders blotting out the rest of the room.
âMiss me?â he murmurs back, lips quirking as he brushes a hand through your hair.
âMaybe a little,â You tease, tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. Rafeâs standing there in just a pair of worn jeans and a black T-shirt that clings to every hard line of muscle.
God, it should be illegal for him to look this good.
His hair is still damp at the tips, like he just came from a shower. He leans down and kisses you, his fingers moving to the bare skin at your waist. Youâve been doing this dance for two months now. All hot make-outs that never really go anywhere. Mostly because youâre the one always getting called away for shifts, for family, for whatever comes up.
But right now, right here? Thereâs no work, no responsibilities. Itâs just you and him. And the way heâs looking at you right now, all hooded eyes and smirking lips, itâs driving you crazy.
âWhyâd you sneak in, hmm?â You murmur against his lips, playing with the hem of his shirt. He pulls back, just enough to look down at you, a lazy smile on his face.
âWanted to see you,â he breathes, eyes tracing over me like youâre something to devour. âCouldnât wait.â
You practically pounce on him, shoving him back until heâs pinned against the wall by the window, his eyes widening for a split second before his hands are holding your hips, steadying you as you sit on his lap. You love it when he manspreads.
Itâs so unlike you itâs almost funny, but at this point youâre desperate to feel him. You press yourself up against him, grinding slowly, and you feel the exact moment he realizes just how serious you are right now.
âFuck, babyââ he groans as his grip tightens, like heâs trying to keep himself in check. But you donât want him to hold back.
âIâm done waiting,â You breathe, pushing his shirt up and over his head in one quick motion. âRafeâIâm losing my mind here.â His shirt hits the floor, and you lel yourself really look at him.
All muscle, golden tan skin, the little dip between his abs youâve fantasized about running your tongue along. Youâve seen him shirtless a million times, but right now?
Heâs a goddamn masterpiece.
âIâm so horny it hurts, okay?â You admit in a whisper, almost like you canât help it. His lips twitch as he leans in, his breath hot against your neck.
You feel your cheeks heat up. Itâs not like youâre shy around him anymore, not really, but this feels different. Youâre usually more reserved, the one who lets him make the moves, but tonight...you canât help yourself.
âSorry baby,â he murmurs as he rolls his hips up, and fuck, you can feel how hard he is already, straining against his jeans, âWant me to fix it for you?â
You know what heâs asking. Youâve had this conversation beforeâkind of.
The two of you have been skirting around it for weeks now, with heavy petting and breathless goodnights. You want more. You hook your fingers into his belt loops, tugging at him, and he hisses, biting back a curse.Â
âBedâ he grunts, half-laughing, half-panting as he lifts you like you weigh nothing, carrying you across the room.
Youâre already tearing at his belt by the time you hit the bed, and he lets out this breathless, desperate sound, half-plea, half-growl that shoots straight through you.
âNeed you,â You gasp, yanking the belt free, popping the button on his jeans. Heâs still standing, hovering over you as you sit on the bed, and you look up at him, chest heaving, hair messy, eyes wild.
âYeah?â he breathes, and thereâs this edge to his voice. You smirk, tugging his zipper down slowly, deliberately, keeping your eyes on his as you push his jeans down his hips.
âYeah,â You know you have him. Heâs yours, and heâs done waiting, too.
Once his jeans hit the floor, heâs on you, all heat and muscle. Rafeâs hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head as he looks down at you, breathing hard.Â
âI was trying to make it special,â he murmurs, his voice low, almost gravelly. âOur first time.â
You canât help but roll your eyes, heâs so stupidly and unexpectedly endearing sometimes it makes you fall even more.
âThis not special enough for you?â You tease, arching your back and lifting your hips, feeling the slickness pooling between your thighs. âI donât do it for you?â
âOh, you do it for me, baby. Believe me.â His voice drops an octave, ââM trying to be a gentleman.â
âI donât want a gentleman,â You quip, your tone playful, âI just want you.â
He wants to give in, but you know he also wants to take his time. âYou sure about this?â
âRafe. My shorts are stuck to my skin.â
He breathes in sharply, head dropping to your shoulder, as he murmurs, âYouâre not wearing any panties?â
âMaybe I am, maybe Iâm not. Whatâs it to you?â You tease, biting your lip, but you know youâre being a little reckless, teasing him like this.
Heâs gonna get you good.
Rafe lifts his head, that infuriatingly handsome smirk still plastered on his face. âSo you are, huh?â His voice is low, almost predatory. âYou trying to drive me crazy?â
You shrug, trying to play it cool even though it physically hurts not to touch him the way you want to right now. âWhat if I am?â
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck. You arch against him, your breath hitching when he finds the sensitive spot just below your ear and sucks gently.
Your top hits the floor a second later. Heâs kissing you again, his hands cupping you through your bra.
âPlease,â you breathe, not even sure what you are asking for.
More, closer, something to stop the aching between your thighs. He seems to understand, though. He always does.Â
He unclasps your bra and tosses it aside, taking you in inch by inch, âMy pretty girl,â You feel a blush creep up your cheeks, but before you can think about it, he dips his head and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, he hums against your skin, the vibration making you delirious. His hand slids down to your shorts, pulling them with an easiness that makes your head spin.
Then they are gone, too, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Rafe pulls back slightly, his eyes raking over your body with a look that makes you squirm.
âBeautiful,â he mutters, almost to himself. âSo fucking beautiful.â
âRafe,â you whisper, reaching for him. When he finally slips his fingers into your panties, you are already trembling. âPlease,â you whimper, rocking your hips against his hand.
âShh,â he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âIâve got you, baby.â
Heâs touching you, his fingers finding your slick heat and stroking gently. Youâre so wet his flingers glid right on. You gasp, hips bucking up instinctively as his fingers move across your folds, teasingly slow and close to your clit.
Rafe smirks, clearly enjoying how wrecked you already are.âEasy, baby,â his lips brush against your jawline. âWe got all night.â
Youâre past patience.
You grab his wrist, guiding his hand exactly where you want it. âRafe,â you groan, your voice breaking a little, âI need more. Donât piss me off.â
He chuckles, âSo needy tonight,â he teases, but his voice is tight, like heâs losing it too. His fingers dip lower, stroking where you need him most, and you nearly lose it right there.
He lingers there for a moment, just barely grazing your slick folds, before pressing a finger against your entrance, warm and insistent. Slowly, he slides it in, and the sensation makes you moanâa slow, deliberate stretch as his finger sinks deep inside you. He curls it just the way you need him to, stroking your inner walls. Itâs intimate, almost unbearable in how good it feels, the way heâs taking his time, drawing it out like heâs savoring every second. You tighten around him, wet and hot, and he groans softly as he adds another finger, filling you more, the stretch making your legs tremble.
âFuck,â you whimper, your head falling back as he starts to pump his fingers in and out. The way his fingers stretch you, the wet sounds of him working you open, is filthy and intoxicating.
âLike that, baby?â His voice is thick with lust, his free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread wide for him. Heâs so strong it makes you want to suck him whole.
You nod frantically, too far gone for words, only able to moan as he quickens the pace, thrusting his fingers in harder. Your walls flutter around him, tightening with every stroke, and you know youâre getting closeâembarrassingly quick, but itâs been a while.Â
His thumb circles your clit, and the sensation makes you cry out, your body arching off the bed.
âOh Godâplease,â you gasp, your fingers clutching at his arm, desperate for more. He smirks against your skin, clearly enjoying the way youâre panting beneath him. Heâs got you in the palm of his hand, and he knows it.
His lips brush against your neck, teasingly slow, while his fingers move with purpose, hitting all the right spots. Your breath is coming in short, ragged bursts as your body answers to his. You can feel the heat coiling tight in your belly, and youâre practically shaking with anticipation.
He presses his forehead against yours, his breath uneven, eyes locked on you as if heâs watching every bit of pleasure cross your face.
âCome for me, baby,â he murmurs, his voice just as wrecked, âLet me feel you.â
Youâre so close itâs dizzying, you can barely catch your breath.Â
He leans in, lips caressing your ear, âThatâs it, baby,â he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. âI can feel youâre almost there. Youâre so tight around my fingersâfuck, youâre close, arenât you?â You can only nod, your breath hitching as his thumb circles your clit with just the right pressure, your hips grinding up into his hand instinctively. every word out of his mouth pushes you closer. âLook at you,â he coaxes, his voice like velvet, âSo perfect.â
His fingers twist inside you, hitting that sweet spot, and your whole body tenses. The pleasure builds into a burning coil deep in your tummy, tightening with every movement.
You canât think, canât breathe, and all you can do is feelâfeel him, feel the way heâs working you. The way heâs talking you through it.Â
âJust like that,â he whispers, âYouâre doing so good, baby. Let me feel it.â
His thumb presses harder against you, and your whole body jerks up. You cry out, a broken sound, your hips bucking uncontrollably as your orgasm hits you perfectly. Rafeâs fingers never stop, drawing it out, his other hand still gripping your thighs open âThatâs my girl,â he murmurs, his voice hoarse. âFuck, youâre so beautiful when you come.â Your body trembles beneath him, the pleasure still vibrating through you, and heâs right there, âRide it out, baby,â he breathes, his lips kissing your temple, his voice full of pride. âIâve got you. Youâre doing so good. So fucking good.â
You canât do anything but cling to him as you shudder. He finally slows his fingers, easing you down gently, and when he pulls them out, you feel the emptiness like a loss. Youâre still catching your breath, body buzzing from the orgasm he just wrung out of you, but you notice the shit-eating grin on his face as he glances down at his hand, fingers still slick from you, and then slowly brings them to his mouth.
He holds your gaze, never breaking eye contact as he slips his fingers between his lips, tasting you. Itâs slow and the way his eyes darken while his tongue sweeps over his fingers makes you whine.Â
"God, baby," he murmurs around his fingers, as he pulls them from his mouth with a soft pop, licking his lips. âYou taste so fucking good.â
Youâre breathless, watching him like youâre in a trance, your heart pounding in your chest. The sight of him tasting you like that, makes your legs open again. He grins, noticing how wrecked you look. âDidnât think I could want you more,â
Youâre still so turned on that you canât help the way your thighs squeeze together instinctively. His eyes flicker down, catching the movement, and his grin only widens as he crawls back up your body, settling between your legs, âDonât tease.â
"Donât worry, baby," his lips skim against yours, âNot teasing anymore.â
You donât know where you get the strength to do it. But you do it anyways.Â
As soon as Rafe settles back, you push him onto his back, taking advantage of his surprised expression, and climb on top, straddling his waist, your hands braced against his chest. You can feel the hard planes of his abs beneath your fingers, and the heat of him pressed against your pussy makes your mouth water. You can feel it building inside you, the need to take him, to ride him until thereâs nothing left.
His hands settle on your ass, firm, but not controlling, giving you full reign to take what you want. His eyes are on yours, half-lidded and a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âGo on, baby,â he drawls, his voice like honey, âShow me what you can do.â
You donât even remember pulling his boxers down.
You donât need to be told twice.
You let yourself brush against the hard length of him, and the sensation alone makes you bite your lip to hold back a moan. His cock is thick, long and hot beneath you, and you grind against him slowly, dragging your wetness along his length, teasing the both of you. Youâre rocking back and forth against his tip, dragging him in between your soaked folds and pulling huffs and puffs from his throat as he only grows more impatient by the second.
âFuck,â Rafe groans, his hips jerking up involuntarily, your clit rubbing against his pubic hair with every movement, the friction doing it for you. His abs tense beneath you, flexing with each of your movements, and the sight of itâof him completely at your mercyâonly makes you wetter.Â
You lean forward, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the way his muscles move under your touch.
âYou like that?â you murmur, your voice breathy, teasing, as you grind harder against him. âLike watching me ride you?â
Rafeâs head falls back against the pillow, all the way back, his jaw clenched, his breath coming in ragged gasps. âJesus Christ,â he groans, his hands gripping your hips tighter, lifting his hips to try and shift his cock towards your entrance.
You lean in, your lips dragging against the side of his neck. He shivers under your touch, and the reaction makes you grin. You start off slow, pressing gentle kisses to his skin, your lips trailing from his jaw down to the spot where his pulse is beating just a little faster, teasing him with your breath.
âRight here?â you whisper, barely grazing his skin.
You can feel his body tense as you speak, a low sound escaping his throat. You roll your hips again, this time letting the tip of his cock catch at your entrance. Youâre so wet that he slides in just an inch, and the stretch is enough to make you gasp, your nails digging into his chest. His eyes fly open, and you can see the tension in his body, every muscle tight as he holds himself back from pouding into you, waiting for you to take him fully.
You press your mouth to his neck and start sucking, enjoying the taste of him under your lips.
His grip on is borderline bruising and you love it when another low moan slips out as you work your mouth against him. You make sure to take your time, alternating between sucking and nipping lightly with your teeth, just enough to make him shudder beneath you.
âShit,â he breathes, his voice strained as you keep going, making sure to leave your mark. With a deep breath, you sink dow, slowly feeling every inch of him stretch you, filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelmingâheâs big, almost too big, and it feels so fucking good you almost drool. By the time youâre fully seated on his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, your thighs are shaking, and you can feel the heat pooling in your belly all over again.
You suck harder, enjoying the multitasking, applying enough pressure enough to leave a dark bruise that he wonât be able to hide. His fingers dig into your waist, but he doesnât pull you awayâinstead, heâs holding you there, like he wants to feel every second of it.
âNow everyoneâs gonna know youâre mine," You manage to breath out, moaning as you grip his chest for support, spit slicked lips parting as you gasp some more, "You feel so good."
His eyes are hooded as he looks down at you, lips parted, breathing uneven. âYeah?â he rasps, his gaze flicking to your lips before he grins, a little breathless. âDidnât think you had it in you, baby.â
His hands slide up your waist, his fingers splayed across your ribs, guiding you as you start to move. You start to ride him, slow at first, grinding your hips in slow, deliberate circles. The friction, combined with the way his cock fills you, hits every nerve just right. Maybe if it was someone else youâd be embarrassed to be panting like a bitch in heat, but itâs Rafe and you never felt so comfortable during sex before.
Every time you lift your hips and drop back down, you take him deeper, as you work yourself on top of him. His hands slide up to your tits, squeezing gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.
You pick up the pace, bouncing on him harder now, grinding down with each thrust, chasing that high. Rafeâs eyes are glued to you, watching every move you make, his lips parted, his chest heaving with each stolen breath.
âFuck,â you pant, barely able to catch your breath as you ride him faster, âI want you so deep, so bad.â
He lets out a rough, desperate groan, his hips bucking up to meet yours, his cock hitting even deeper inside you. âIâm right here, baby,â he grits out, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back, âTake what you need. Iâm all yours.â
His hands are on you, gripping your ass with a desperation that makes you mewl out. His fingers dig in, rough and possessive, and the way heâs groping you, like he canât get enough, makes you want to never stop. Each time you move, his hands flex, squeezing and pulling you down onto his cock, it has you practically whining with every bounce.
âYouâre driving me crazy. Just look at you, taking me so good.â
His grip tightens as you roll your hips, pushing your ass back against his hands, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. Youâre completely lost in the rhythm now, grinding down on him like youâre in heat, the friction of his cock inside you and the way his pubic hairs rub against your swollen clit making you lightheaded.
And then, out of nowhere, his hand comes down hard.
The sting of his palm smacking your cheek sends a shock through your body, and you gaspâhalf surprise, half pleasure. Itâs rough, but fuck, it feels divine. Your head snaps forward, and you moan, the sound coming out needy.Â
âYou like that, huh?â Rafe growls, a smile playing on his lips as he watches you react. His voice is thick with satisfaction, knowing exactly what he just did to you. âBeing spanked?â
You bite your lip and nod, too far gone to be shy. "Yes," you pant, your voice shaky with need. "Do it again."
He doesnât need to be told twice. His hand comes down again, harder this time, it makes your skin burn and clench around him. The pleasure spikes, white-hot, and you moan louder, your body arching into his.
"Fuck, you're so sexy like this," He groans, watching you with hooded eyes, clearly loving how much youâre enjoying it.
You practically whimper, the combination of pain and pleasure sending you spiraling. Youâre riding him like youâre losing your mind, your thighs burning. The way his hand soothes your skin, kneading the tender area where he just spanked you, makes you want to do this every single day for the rest of your life.
You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest as he bucks his hips, meeting your movements with his own, driving deeper inside you. Itâs too much and not enough all at once.
âYou feel so good,â you hiss as you rock your hips faster. His tip hits that perfect spot deep inside you, again and again.
His eyes flick between your face and where youâre connected, and you can tell heâs close too. His grip tightens on you, nails digging into your skin like heâs afraid to let go.
âYouâre killing me, baby,â he rasps, voice hoarse, âFuck, youâre so good. Youâre gonna make me come.â
Feeling you wrapped around him like thatâso fucking tight, so warmâhe canât fucking stand it. Every time you slide back down, taking him all the way like you're made for it, he feels his mind slipping. It's like he's losing control, just hanging on for dear life, and every little throb around him pulls him closer to his orgasm, it makes him feel dangerously close to delirium.Â
He uses one of his hands to grip and knead at the fat of your hip. You let out a high-pitched squeal and clench around him. "Baby," you cry out, pretty tears collecting on your lash line.Â
He pinches your chin lightly, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your skin, âYou have to be quiet, pretty,â you glance up at your boyfriend, âThe walls are thin, and you canâtââ
You interrupt him by leaning down and kissing him sloppily. You swirl your tongue around his, feeling the way his cock throbs inside you as he grinds up into you, hitting that spot every single time.
The sloppy kiss you planted on him shuts him up, but only for a second. His lips slide against yours, his tongue swirling in that messy, desperate way that makes your head spin. He groans into your mouth, rough and low, like heâs losing the control heâs trying to hold onto. His hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, holding you in place as you ride him faster, bouncing harder on his cock.
âLook at you,â he grits, pulling back just enough to watch the way your face twists in pleasure. The way you clench down on him makes him groan, his grip on your neck tightening just a bit as his other hand lands another sharp slap on your ass.âYou like when I fuck you like this, huh?â
You whine against his lips, your body trembling as he thrusts up harder, meeting each of your desperate bounces. You can feel the pressure building inside you, ready to snap.Â
His hand slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight, quick circles that make you drop your head forward, laying on your body on top of his. You canât stop the way you grind down harder on him, chasing that final push.
âFuck, baby,â you gasp, barely able to push the words out. âIâm gonnaââ
And then youâre gone, falling into that mind-numbing pleasure as you come hard around him, your whole body shaking, thighs tightening around his as your orgasm crashes over you. Youâre clenching around his cock, the feeling making him curse under his breath, his hips bucking up into you as he chases his release.
He rams up into you, full force, his breath coming out in harsh, irregular pants. âIâm right there,â he groans, âGonna fill you up, you want that?â
You can barely nod, still lost in the aftershocks of your orgasm, but thatâs all he needs. With one final, deep thrust, he comes hard inside you, groaning your name as he spills into you. His hands grip you tight, holding you down on his length as he empties himself into you, his whole-body twitching with the intensity of his release
His hands roam lazily over your back, the touch slow, like he doesnât want it to end. Heâs still inside you, softening, but neither of you make a move to separate.
His lips press a few lazy kisses against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs. âYouâre somethinâ else, you know that?â
You smile weakly, too blissed out to respond, and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. After a few minutes, you reluctantly lift yourself off him, a soft whimper escaping your lips at the loss of connection. Rafe lets out a content sigh, his hands still trailing down your sides as you move.
You flop down next to him, breath still shallow, your head resting on his chest. He immediately pulls you close, his arm wrapping around you, holding you tight.His hand stops moving, resting on your back, and you feel his chest rise as he takes a deep breath.
"My mom left when I was seven," he says, voice oddly quiet, almost hesitant, like heâs not sure where to start. It almost feels like heâs talking to himself more than to you. Heâs lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, one arm slung across his stomach, the other still lightly resting on your waist.
You lift your head, looking up at him, but you stay quiet, giving him space to talk.Â
âShe just⊠up and left. Told me she was going to visit some family and never came back.â He lets out a short, bitter laugh, his chest rising and falling against you. âI used to sit at the window for weeks, thinking maybe Iâd see her pull up one day. But she didnât. She never did. And I thought, you know, for a long time, maybe it was me. Like, maybe if Iâd been better, she wouldâve stayed. I donât knowâkids think dumb shit like that, right?â
You feel your heart tighten at the pain in his voice, and you reach up, brushing your fingertips against his chest. He doesnât look at you, but you can feel him lean into the touch just a little.
âAnd Ward⊠fuck, Ward didnât know what to do with us. He just buried himself in work, left me to deal with Sarah and Weezie. I didnât know what the fuck I was doing. I was just a kid myself. I never accepted that responsibility, just kept running away from it.â
You can tell this is hard for him. His hand tightens slightly around your waist, like he needs to feel youâre still there.
âWhen I was sixteen... I started doing coke. Barryâyeah, that Barryâhe used to sell it to me. Just to take the edge off, you know? Numb it all out. Wardâs expectations, Mom being gone, having to pretend like I had my shit together when I didnât. I didnât care about anything but getting high.â
He pauses, swallowing hard, his jaw tightening. You can tell this part of his story is the hardest to tell.
âI fucked up a lot. Scared the shit out of my sisters. Iâd disappear for days sometimes, come home all strung out, and SarahâGod, Sarah would just look at me like... like she didnât even know me anymore. Weezie was too young to get it, but Sarah? She knew.â He lets out a shaky breath, âI saw what it was doinâ to them. Saw how Sarah would flinch every time I walked through the door like she was waiting for the next disaster. It got badâreal bad.â
His voice drops even lower, almost like heâs ashamed.
âI didnât want to be that guy anymore. The one scaring my little sisters, acting like a piece of shit. So I went to rehab. Didnât tell anyone where I was going, just⊠left. I needed to get clean, for them. For me, too, I guess.â
He pauses, looking at you now, his blue eyes filled with something vulnerable, something that almost breaks your heart.
âI didnât think Iâd ever get out of it, but I did. Been clean since. That doesnât mean Iâve figured everything out, though. Iâm still... fuck, Iâm still a mess most days.â
Heâs never opened up to you like this beforeânot like this.You reach out and run your fingers through his hair, the simple gesture calming him a little. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment.Â
âYou probably didnât sign up for all this shit,â he says with a half-smirk, trying to lighten the mood. âMe, my addiction, all that.â
He opens his eyes, looking at you like heâs waiting for somethingâmaybe for you to tell him you canât handle it. But you donât say that. Instead, you brush your thumb across his cheek, âI signed up for you, Rafe. All of you.â
âI donât talk about this shit much. Guess I didnât think anyone cared enough to hear it.â
You move, propping yourself up on your elbow so you can look him the eyes properly,. âI care,â you say, your voice full of conviction. âI care about all of it. Iâm here for you.â
He canât believe what heâs hearing.Â
His hand moves to hold your cheek, pulling you down to meet his lips in a slow, tender kiss. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.
âYou have no idea what you mean to me.â
He kisses you again, this time deeper, his hand sliding up the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.
His lips trail from your mouth, pressing lazy kisses down your jaw, over your neck. He shifts, pulling you closer, your body molding perfectly to his. âI donât deserve you,â he mutters, his lips hovering over your collarbone.
You shake your head, resting a hand on his chest. âYou do. You deserve someone whoâs gonna be there for you.â
âI donât know what Iâd do without you.âÂ
You know this is a side of Rafe not many people seeâprobably no one else does.Â
âGood thing you wonât have to find out.â
âYou make it sound so easy,â he murmurs, his lips twitching into a small smile that doesnât quite reach his eyes. âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me,â he says suddenly, the words spilling out of him in this quiet, almost reverent way.
You canât help the soft laugh that escapes you as you lean down, pressing a kiss to his nose. âStop, youâre gonna make me cry.â
He chuckles softly, pulling you closer again, his arms wrapping securely around you. His cheek rests against the top of your head. Youâre not going anywhere. And neither is he.
Rafe lets out a disbelieving laugh, running a hand over his face. âI canât believe your pussy made me trauma dump after sex.â
The crudeness of it makes you roll your eyes.
âYeah?â You tease lightly, âThat what youâre calling it?â
He swallows, feeling that familiar tightness in his throat, but it doesnât feel as suffocating this time. Youâre still here. âNo. Itâs...you. Justâbeing you.â
He doesnât know how to say it any better, doesnât know how to put into words what it means to finally be seen â not as the perfect son, not as a ticking time bomb â just as Rafe.
But you peck him, simple and sweet.
âI guess Iâll just keep being me.â
The next morning youâre standing in the kitchen, lazily pouring milk over your cereal, still a little giddy from the night before. Rafe left earlier, before anyone was up, whining about how he wished he could stay longer.
As you take a spoon, your sister walks in with Milo perched on her hip, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Monica stops in her tracks, a sly smile creeping across her face.
âNice hickey you got there,â she says, raising an eyebrow and gesturing toward your neck.
You choke on your cereal like an idiot.
âUh, itâs just a... a bug bite! A really aggressive bug bite,â you stammer, trying to sound convincing as you awkwardly touch your neck.
Right, youâd forgotten about that after round three this morning.
She laughs, clearly not buying it. âRight. And when am I meeting him? Are you gonna make him sneak through the window again?â
You canât help but giggle at the mental image. âDonât know what youâre talking about.â
Monica rolls her eyes, clearly enjoying this way too much. âWhatâs next? Is he going to slide down a fire escape to avoid us?â
You smirk back, shaking your head. âOnly if you promise not to scare him off with your âget-to-know-my-sisterâ interrogation.â
Milo, oblivious to the banter, tugs at your sisterâs hair. âMommy, can I have a snack?â
âJust finish getting ready for pre-school, buddy!â She turns back to you, still wearing that teasing grin. âSeriously though, when do I get to meet this guy? I need to know if heâs worthy of you.â
You shrug playfully, trying to keep your expression neutral. âWeâll see. Maybe next time he sneaks through the window, you can just happen to be in the living room.â
She gasps in mock horror. âOh no, imagine the chaos! I might just scare him away on purpose.â
You canât help but laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre terrible.â
âTerribly excited! You better let me know when heâs back. I want to be ready to intimidate him.â
âNoted!â You wave her off, still grinning, secretly glad that your sister is supportiveâeven if she loves to poke fun at you.
For some reason, it doesnât scare one bit thinking about Rafe meeting Monica and Milo.
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âšTeach Me a Lesson, Mr. Millerâš
Bfd/Brat Tamer! Joel Miller x fem! reader
A/N: This has been in the docs for a while, and itâs all just filth. Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for helping me get that one sentence just right! This one is dedicated to all the bratty girls who love to be punished, especially @littlevenicebitch69 đ
Summary: Tonight, you planned for beer, loud music, and sloppy sex with one of your hot college classmates. Instead, you get your best friendâs dad putting you in your place.
Rating: Explicit 18+ only MDNI
Word Count: 6.7k
Tags: Porn with plot, large age gap (reader is 23, Joel is 46), best friendâs dad! Joel, unprotected piv, brat tamer! Joel, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), no use y/n, pre outbreak! au, switching POVs, dirty talk, edging
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
The lights flash like disco balls across the silhouette of the glass windows as Joel enters the front door of his house. His eyes blow wide, eyebrows furrowing when he sees the absolute mess in his large two-story house.Â
   The wooden floors are caked in spilled beer, bottles litter the vicinity of his college infested living room. The loud music blares through the speakers, bodies cramming the now made dance floor with the leather couches pushed back out of place. Antique lamps get knocked over, footballs get thrown around by some jocks in the kitchen, chips get crunched and crumpled by careless feet over by the rustic coffee table.Â
   He canât see an end to the madness of this unwelcome house party that was obviously thrown without his knowledge, and heâs fucking pissed.
   He scoffs as a tall blonde football player rams into his shoulder, not even muttering an apology, only yelling âWatch out, old manâ as be barrels through with an open beer bottle clutched in his firm hand. That makes Joel burn with hot rage, his jaw ticking as he goes searching for Sarah in a sea of college party goers.Â
   He was supposed to be away on a contracting gig all weekend, but he unexpectedly got to come home early after the clients changed the dates yet again. He was going to surprise Sarah by taking her out to dinner, but not anymore. Not after he walked into his house thatâs now completely trashed by fucked up college kids.Â
   He clamps down on his seething tongue and tastes blood run down the back of his throat, pushing himself through a couple making out by the kitchen entrance, cursing under his breath when almost no one even realizes heâs right there in the midst of it all. A rowdy boy shotguns a beer in the hall, all his friends hollering for him to chug. Joel grabs the aluminum can out of his hand and throws it on the ground, crushing it under his leather work boots while he scowls at the piece of shit.
   âGet out of my fuckinâ way,â he growls, pushing the college kid out of the way and into the wall, stomping down the hall back into the living room when he doesnât see Sarah anywhere around him.Â
   He barrels past a sleazy couple making out by the stairwell, hearing them yell back while he huffs and pushes past them. Fucking college kids.
   Turning and looking up the stairs is where he finds you standing there, nursing an alcoholic beverage from a red solo cup. He clenches his jaw, narrows his eyes as he stares at you, Sarahâs best friend, not even comprehending heâs right there basically at your heels.Â
   He growls under his breath, hands balled in tight fists as the loud music booms through his eardrums, cursing when he sees another red solo cup fall to the floor, spilling liquid all over his newly polished floors.Â
   Goddamn it.
   He assesses you carefully, flicking his eyes over your too tight little black dress, barely covering the globes of your ass. Your low cut neckline basically reveals it all, cleavage spilling from where your perky breasts tease the boys. He takes in your tanned, toned legs, your slutty outfit making all the guys drool over you. And he knows thatâs what you fucking want because you love attention.
   If attention is what youâre seeking, then heâs about to smother it.
   He scoffs under his breath; a jealous anger rises deep in his chest. He equally loves and hates how attractive he finds you. Your long legs could make any grown man weak in the knees, and your pouty red lips are so plump that they drive him absolutely wild. He so badly wants to suck that pretty little bottom lip between his teeth so he can finally hear what your pleasurable cries sound like while they ring melodically through his ears.
   He should be mad, furious that you were a part of putting this party together. He knows you were; Sarah wouldnât do this by herself. Not his little girl. No. She obviously had some convincing from you. He always knew you were a little troublemaker.Â
   And you know what happens to little troublemakers? They get taught a lesson. And thatâs exactly what he plans to do.
   âIsnât this party great? You and Sarah really pulled it off. Didnât think you could. Bravo,â Kylie congratulates you, tipping her half empty beer bottle to your red solo cup, spilling a little of the mixed alcohol over the side of your cup.
   âYeah, well this wouldnât have even happened if we thought her dad would show up. Kinda was hesitant to even help throw it, but guess it worked out,â you sigh with relief, a smile painting over your tinted red lips.
   You relax against the wall, taking a deep breath while the drifting music fills your ears, lulling in the alcohol that calms your racing mind. âGood thing heâs not here, right? Thatâd be a shit show,â you laugh.Â
   After a couple of minutes, Kylie hits your arm and almost screams into your ear. âWait. Oh no. Isnât that⊠is that Sarahâs dad?â
   You stand up straight, pushing yourself off the wall frantically. As you look down the narrow staircase and gaze through the parted crowd, thatâs when you see him staring up at you with a clenched jaw and fire lighted in narrowed eyes.Â
   Oh shit.
   You swallow a generous gulp of the bitter alcohol, biting the tip of your tongue hard as Kylie disappears and leaves you alone with the hungry panther thatâll surely show his claws to you any moment now. He stalks towards you, climbing the stairs and pushing past party goers, his big lips twitching and glowing eyes glaring your way.Â
   Fuck. Heâs so angry. Youâre in big trouble.Â
   He points a thick finger accusingly at you, mouthing your name angrily through his gritted teeth. When he reaches you your eyes blow wide, mouth dropping open, standing speechless in your black high heels. Your red solo cup slips out of your hand, and you gulp when the cup lands on Joelâs tan work boots, spilling alcohol all over the worn leather. Shit.Â
   He rakes a hand roughly down his salt-and-pepper trimmed beard, muttering curse words under his breath. âJesus Christ,â he huffs.Â
   âSorryâŠâ you stutter, almost falling backwards before he places a strong hand around your wrist, holding your gaze with his narrowed eyes.
   âSo, you and Sarah decided it was alright to throw a fuckinâ party over the weekend I was supposed to be out of town, huh? Thought it was fine to trash my goddamn house?!â His voice is sharp, stern, filled with a deep gravelly tone that almost scares the daylights out of you. Youâve never seen Joel mad before, not like this. Youâre in so much trouble.
   âNo⊠I mean, we didnât mean toâŠâ you mutter quietly.
   âDidnât mean to my ass. This was planned. Parties donât jusâ happen. But let me ask you one thing, where is my daughter?â His amber eyes dig into you, a deep scowl forming over his lips while you try to hold your shaky breath.Â
   You wouldnât rat Sarah out, not to her dad. She was busy hooking up with Ryan by the pool, and you did not want her dad knowing that. He would probably take his meaty hands and physically kill the poor guy.
   âI donât know. Havenât seen her in a while,â you shrug, pretending like you donât know a thing.
   He slides his tongue along his bottom teeth, his cold eyes slitting into narrow slots. Oh god, youâre done for. âUpstairs, now!â he yells. He grabs your wrist and drags you upstairs, down the narrow hall, past the occupied bathroom and down to the last room on the right.Â
   His bedroom.Â
   He throws you inside the room and flips on the lights, slamming the door shut with a bang and clicking the lock into place. No place to escape now. Your wide eyes scan the room, glancing past the corner with his acoustic guitar, taking in the navy blue walls, the collection of stacked albums in the little glass case, eyes flicking over the king-sized bed with clean white sheets and a dark blue blanket thrown neatly on top.Â
   You donât have time to really take in your surroundings because heâs suddenly screaming at you through clenched teeth. âWhere is Sarah?â he growls, pacing in front of you with blown out angry eyes, tanned arms crossed over his broad chest.
   You push all your fears aside and decide to turn on the charm, hoping you can flirt your way out of this one. âI dunno, Joel. Where do you think she is?â you giggle, twirling a lock of hair between your fingers, giving him your best innocent look as you bat your eyelashes up at him, trying your hardest to not turn your best friend in.Â
   Something snaps hard in him then. He crowds your space, pinning you against the navy colored wall, his meaty hands grazing against your hips roughly. âItâs Mr. Miller to you. Now look, I ainât repeatinâ myself again. Now where is she?â He snarls, showing his incisors as his nostrils flare, making his chocolate eyes grow into big black holes. Oh god, heâs furious.Â
   âLike I said, I donât know.â You smile, shrugging your shoulders like you donât have a clue in the world. He obviously knows youâre lying, and he wonât stand for that.
   âIâm not fuckinâ playinâ around, little girl. Tell me where my daughter is or so help me.â He clenches his jaw, a repressed growl held in the back of his throat.Â
   âLittle girl, huh? You think a twenty-three-year-old is a little girl?â You scoff, pursing your lips annoyed.Â
   âShut up, will ya? Christ. Jusâ tell me where the fuck my daughter is,â he growls, pinning his broad chest against yours.
   You smirk his way, challenging him with an ounce of liquid courage in your system. âMake me.â
   He digs into the sides of your hips with his thick fingers, making you gasp at the nervous butterflies that flit through your stomach. He gnashes his teeth together, dark eyes blowing wide as he ghosts dangerously close to your lips. âBetter be careful there, sweetheart. Youâre walkinâ on mighty thin ice,â he warns with the flash of black eyes.Â
   âAm I?â you challenge, giggling with a gleam in your eye. He curses under his breath, ready to give you just what you deserve. âI see the way you look at me when Sarahâs not around. The way your eyes peel over me, especially when I was wearing my little pink bikini by the pool. Couldnât stop staring, could you?â you smirk.
   He clenches his teeth together, groaning curse words as he scowls your way, fighting every ounce of control he has left in him, but he has none. âYouâre a fuckinâ brat, you know that?â he spits your way, eyes lit like smoldering flames.Â
   âOnly a brat for you,â you wink.
   âJesus Christ,â he huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thick fingers until heâs looking back up at you with danger written all over his handsome face. âYouâre trouble, you know that?â
   âMhm,â you nod, grabbing onto the front of his green flannel, your fingers curling ever so slowly over the soft material. âSo, what are you gonna do about it, Mr. Miller?â you ask all flirtatiously, pulling him up against your chest while his big hands hover over the soft fabric of your tight dress.
   He carves his hand over the middle of your cleavage, running a calloused finger dangerously close to your breasts, anger still coursing through those dark eyes of his. âHow much have you had to drink tonight? Youâre actinâ rather bold, little girl.â His index finger grazes the underside of your breasts, and you hold in a surprised gasp.
   âIâve had a couple sips, but Iâm not drunk,â you promise, watching his eyes flick back and forth from your vision to your spilling breasts that scream to be freed from the suffocating dress.
   He assesses your face, scanning your flustered features while he ticks his jaw, analyzing if youâre really drunk or not. Once heâs satisfied with your answer, he lets out a gruff sound from the back of his throat. âOkay then. Youâre not drunk, but youâre jusâ choosinâ not to tell me where Sarah is, and youâre givinâ me a damn headache with the way youâre actinâ like a little brat,â he snarls with gritted teeth. âWhatâs it gonna take to get you to answer me, brat?âÂ
   The nickname brat makes a wave of slick form in the gusset of your pretty lace and your insides quiver with need. You know exactly what you have to do now.Â
   You take your nails and run them slowly through his greying scruff, watching him clench his jaw and growl through his teeth. He grabs your wrist and peels it off his face, pinning it high above your head while he takes a step forward and leans all his weight into you.
   âDonât think for one fuckinâ moment you have control, sweetheart. Iâm in control here. Now, are you gonna tell me where my daughter is or am I gonna have to fuck it out of you?â His eyes blow wide, black pupils taking over your vision as his hardening cock digs into the middle of your thigh. Oh fuck. Heâs big.
   You smirk up at him and raise your eyebrows. âThink I can tell you where she is. After you fuck me first, Mr. Miller.â
   He snarls your way and grabs your wrists, pulling you from the wall and throwing you in the direction of his king-sized bed. Before you can even make a move, he's right behind you, spreading your legs and pushing your chest against the soft mattress, slowly hiking your dress above your hips.
   âIf youâre gonna act like a brat then Iâm gonna fuck you like a brat, fuckinâ tease,â he growls.
   You feel the cool air against your center before you can even comprehend whatâs happening. He rips your lace panties in half, shredding the material and spreading you wider while he spits on his large hand and starts dividing your folds, calloused fingers gliding through the slick of your wet pussy. He pushes on your buzzing clit, already overstimulated by his meaty fingers pressing against you, and you canât help but pull a low groan from your glossy lips.
   âYou like that, huh? Dirty little thing, jusâ wait till I get my mouth on you,â he smirks devilish.Â
   âOh, god,â you groan loudly as he curls one thick finger inside your dripping hole, quickly slipping another in to make a delicious burning sensation light your core on fire.
   The room starts spinning as he languidly fucks his fingers in and out, making sharp, deep movements as they scissor inside you over and over again. Itâs like heâs kissing the back of your cervix, reaching impossibly deep inside your soul, and his deft fingers are so fucking experienced that you think you see god himself when he curls at just the right spot and presses into the spongy spot that has you seeing twinkling stars before your wide eyes.
   The heel of his palm presses firmly against your clit, and you canât help the obscene noises that squeak out of you, just like the wet, squelching noises your pussy is making every single time he fucks into you nice and deep. The way heâs finger fucking you is unforgiving and relentless, and you can tell heâs thouroughly pissed that you kept taunting him. Heâs trying to teach you a lesson, but it feels so fucking good that maybe you should tease him more often. Maybe heâll keep being rough with you because you like this more than you should.Â
   You buck your hips up, pressing your clit against his rough palm as you reach for that friction you so desperately crave. Youâre right on the verge of coming, and you need to feed that burning sensation that almost snaps like a twig inside your core.
   âGreedy fuckinâ brat, ainât ya? Who said you could come already, huh?â he growls with bared teeth. He releases his drenched fingers from your core, and you feel complete loss when those damn thick fingers stop you from getting your sweet release.
   You whine as he throws you on the silky sheets flat on your back, his large body climbing over yours while he pins his muscular legs against your thighs, spreading you wide to be on full display for him. You gasp and try to break free of his strong hold, but heâs much larger than you are, and his body is as taut as a brick wall. No way you can knock him off.
   You lick your bottom lip in frustration and pout because your clit burns, and you need to get relief before you combust into uncontrollable flames. âPlease, Mr. Miller,â you beg, tears pooling in the backs of your glossy eyes.
   âYou gonna tell me where Sarah is?â he asks, his large stature toppling over your body as his smoldering eyes incinerate the flames a thousand degrees hotter.Â
   âMaybe after you make me come.â You puff your bottom lip out and smile through the burn of your core. Heâs not going to budge, so you might as well push him to the edge.Â
   âYou think a little brat like you deserves to come?â he snarls, his eyes blowing wide as they trail like fire down your writhing body.
   He spots your wet center and smirks, ghosting his fingers right over your bundle of nerves, exactly where you need him most. Your voice box dies as you watch his thick fingers skate across your middle region, and you grow mute as a blinding pleasure of need crashes through your bloodstream.
   âI asked you a question, little brat. I expect an answer,â he growls with clenched teeth.
   âPlease,â is all you seem to be able to whisper out as the heel of his palm brushes against your over sensitive clit. âI⊠I need it,â you whine, feeling the bottomless pit your stomach seems to plummet into.
   âYou need it?â he chuckles darkly, dipping his head down between your legs slowly. âThis pretty pink pussy wants to come?â he smirks as his lips brush dangerously close to your throbbing mound.
   âMhm,â you whine, panting excessively when his hot breath fans over your clit, sending your carnal need spiraling while his large hands push your thighs further into the slick white sheets.Â
   He lets a string of saliva pool inside his mouth, and then he slowly lets it drip down like a waterfall onto your already drenched pussy. âCan never be too wet, little brat,â he grins wickedly. âBut look at you, already soppinâ for me,â he chuckles darkly.
   The tip of his thumb slides against your slit, covering drool and slick up to your puffy mound as he meticulously circles over that sweet spot that makes you pant his name uncontrollably. You buck your hips up, begging for more, but he just settles nicely between your legs and lets his eyes lust over with black pits that threaten to eat you alive.
   âMr. Miller,â you beg like a desperate bitch in heat. You need him, want him, and itâs so fucked up that you want your best friendâs dad. But heâs just so enticing that you canât resist, like a prized possession you just canât lose.
   âNow, let me taste jusâ how wet you are, little brat. Maybe youâll stop runninâ that smart alec mouth of yours for a minute,â he smirks cruelly.Â
   You take a breath, about to spout off a flirty response to mock him, but then his mouth fuses to your pussy, and thereâs suddenly no air left in your lungs. He languidly licks a long stripe up your glistening folds, making a shocked gasp escape your mouth while he peels his carnal eyes up at you and fucking smirks while his tongue slowly envelops your buzzing mound.
   Fuck. Heâs even better with his tongue than you imagined.Â
   âOhhh,â you moan breathily, mouth agape with drool nearly sliding down your chin. His tongue makes your pussy clench up over nothing, but then he slips two experienced fingers inside your dripping hole and curls up up up until he hits that spot that makes you lose your fucking mind.Â
   Another flick of his long tongue and youâre nearly choking on dry air. You try to speak, but his skillful fingers and lapping tongue make you forget every single thought thatâs ever plagued your mind.
   âLook at you, all choked up like you donât know any words. Whatâs the matter, little brat? Cat got your tongue?â His menacing words cut through the thick air, and his piercing black eyes flash with mischief when his tongue slides along your puffy clit.
   âYâyes,â you choke, words getting jumbled on the tip of your tongue the minute he plunges his thick fingers deeper inside you. âOh my god,â you moan, feeling his thick beard brush against your inner thigh, his tongue dancing impossibly fast around your bundle of nerves. âMore,â you beg, âplease.â
   Joelâs tongue snaps back in his mouth, and one of his large hands tugs you closer, possessively pressing into your thigh like he fucking owns you. âBegginâ for me now, sâthat right?â
   All you can do is nod in response. âMhm.â
   He chuckles and shakes his head, still skillfully curling his magical fingers up inside you, almost making your vision turn to black. âYou gonna behave if I make you come, pretty little slut?â he asks with a snide smirk, fanning his hot breath along your sticky center, right where heâs ruined you most.Â
   âMhm. Iâll be good, promise,â you squeak out, bucking your hips to try to get his warm mouth back on you, but he only digs deeper into your thigh, right to the point of both pleasure and pain mixed together.Â
   âAttagirl,â he smiles wickedly, his dark eyes turning back into big black pits.
   In the next second his mouth is back on you, biting and sucking and teasing his tongue along your wet folds, his curved nose inhaling deeply in your curls above your mound, and then his mouth takes your needy clit and sucks. Hard. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, reveling in the feel of his smooth tongue, moaning with every curl of his thick digits that he gives you, relishing the sick, pleasurable feeling of knowing that you finally teased him enough that he gave in. And itâs honestly better than any fake fantasy that you conjured up in your twisted brain. This right here is something youâd be on your knees for every second you could get Joel fucking Miller alone with you.
   Another lick to your center and your fingers fall and twist around his dark greying tousled locks. That elicits a groan deep from within his throat, and he has you panting even heavier the more he ravishes your sticky center.Â
   The coil sharply snaps in your belly, and you feel molten lava run down your spine, slipping down your center, your walls clenching tightly around his calloused fingers. âFuck,â he groans, his tongue lapping up the spilling slick that runs down your thighs messily.Â
   Even coming down from your orgasm, the man still sets your core on fire. âYou taste so fuckinâ good, little brat. Like fuckinâ cake on my lips,â he hums, licking off your glistening slick that sticks to his plush lips.
   Once youâre coherent enough to form a full sentence, you breathe out raggedly. âNeed you, Joel,â you whine, reaching for his flannel collar until he pushes your hand away.
   âMr. Miller,â he snaps. âSo fuckinâ needy,â he mocks, his tongue darting across his bottom lip while he takes his time pulling the top of your dress down. âYou want this cock?â he asks smirking, his big hands toying with your now revealed breasts, pinching the pebbled nipples between his fingers, humming happily when a moan slips off your tongue.Â
   âYes, please,â you beg, hoping heâll give in to your sweet voice that nearly sings each time his warm body brushes against yours. Youâre desperate because now you really want him. You want to know what itâs like to be fucked by Joel Miller in the flesh.
   âYou gonna tell me where Sarah is?â He leans in and brushes his soft lips against the shell of your ear, gently biting until pain turns into raw pleasure.
   âYes,â you say shakily. âAfter you fuck me.â
   His chocolate brown eyes turn carnal, black pits taking over once again as a deep smirk flicks across that warm mouth of his. âIf you wanna be fucked like a slut then so fuckinâ be it,â he growls viciously. âNeedy fuckinâ girl.â
   He yanks the leather belt from the loops of his denim jeans, throwing it quickly over the side of the bed as it falls with a clatter onto the floor. He wastes no time and unzips his metal zipper, ripping his jeans down his legs, his black boxer briefs following quickly after. Your eyes widen when you see just how massive he is, his thick cock hard and pressing firmly against his soft tummy, precum spilling messily over his red, swollen tip thatâs begging to be stuffed inside you.
   Your jaw drops, and searing pleasure tears through your core the way his cock twitches when he looks down at just how soaked you are again. Youâre like a fucking water fountain with no end of flow in sight. Youâve got it so bad for him, but now all you want is to be fucked by this beast of a man.
   âJesus Christ. Already wet for me again? Little slut wants to be stuffed full of my cock, sâthat right? Well, congratulations because Iâm about to fuck you until you canât think about anything else but me splitting you in two,â he growls cunningly.
   His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, and then heâs driving his cock straight through your damp folds. The breath gets knocked from your body the moment he plunges inside you, his large width literally splitting you in two until all you can feel is him penetrating your tight walls.Â
   âFuck,â you moan as his arms come down around your shoulders, caging you in as he drives in harder, bottoming out each time his hips snap up against yours, making you feel so satiated but also starving for more. You love his cock, and you donât think youâll ever have anyone else that can measure up to the god of a man he truly is.
   âYeah, takinâ my cock like such a good girl,â he purrs, slapping his hips over and over as your mind starts to become numb from the thrusts of his massive cock.Â
   âMâMr. M⊠Miller,â you garble out, eyes rolling into the backs of your lids, reveling in the pleasure of the way he slides in and out of you, hitting that spongy spot that makes your fingers curl into the now dampened sheets.Â
   ââSâright, sweetheart. Say my name. Look at you all cock drunk. Givinâ you jusâ what you deserve, like the little slut you are,â he chuckles darkly as his tongue darts out and licks ravenously at the nape of your neck. âLettinâ your best friendâs daddy fuck this tight pussy? Youâre such a fuckinâ slut,â he chuckles.
   You donât know why, but the nickname slut makes your insides tremble and has more slick running down his cock with each brush he gives your center. Youâre such a bad friend, but you donât care. Youâve wanted him for so long, and now you have him. You donât intend to stop now.
   He bends your knees toward you, folding them until youâre in the shape of a pancake, his cock spearing into you at just the right angle that makes your moans louder and desperate as he drives you to your quickening second orgasm of the night.Â
   The head of his cock kisses your cervix, drawing shallow breaths from your lungs until the room is enveloped in amber flames. Youâre burning for him, and he fucking knows it, too. âCome on, pretty girl. You know you wanna come on my cock,â he taunts, eyes lit with pure mischief that threatens to swallow your cries whole.
   âYes, fuck. Iâm right there⊠Iâm rightââ Your voice is cut off by the deep growl that comes from his throat the moment your walls clench tightly around his cock, and you feel those walls inside you starting to crumble like every single thing around you does.Â
   âThatâs it, little brat. Take it. Spill for me,â he commands with a deep, intoxicating tone that has you coming just seconds after he speaks. You arch your back and moan his name, your ragged breaths scratchy and dry as you come hard on his cock.
   âOh, yeah. Fuckinâ messy girl, goddamn,â he growls as he fucks you relentlessly through the high.Â
   Just when you think he might come too, he pulls out and leaves you crying from the emptiness that makes you hollow from the inside out. You lay there panting, your center ruined from your dripping cum. He doesnât even give you a chance to breathe; he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you off the bed, pushing you down until youâre settled between his thighs.
   When you look up from under your long lashes, you see his hard cock shiny with your slick, and his eyes are lustful black pits. âWhy donât you be a good girl and open that pretty mouth, sweetheart. Wanna fuck it. Knock some sense into ya,â he growls.
   Your eyes widen and you try to turn, but he grabs the crown of your head and forces your mouth open with the tip of his thumb. âOpen. Your. Fucking. Mouth.â Itâs not a question but a demand. And god, you willingly do as he says without a fuss.
   Your hands wrap around the base of him obediently, and then your tongue laps at the underside of his cock, tracing the bulging veins that spread like vines down his shaft. Licking across the swollen tip of him, your tongue whisps against his slit, feeling the hot, salty precum envelop your throat as you hum around him.Â
   âJesus fuckinâ Christ, your tongue is so⊠fuck,â he moans once your lips are fully wrapped around him, taking him deep inside your throat until heâs bottoming out, making you gag.Â
   You pull your lips from his cock, catching your breath as a bead of drool connects from your bottom lip to the tip of him, like a spider web spinning its web slowly and maliciously. He looks down at you with a glint in his mischievous eyes, and itâs so smoldering that it catches you on fire.Â
   The pad of his thumb traces gently on your bottom lip, and for a moment you see a glimmer of softness in those dark irises. Itâs quickly masked the second he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs hard, pulling you to the edge of his messy cock. âYou wanted to be fucked so badly, so let me teach you another lesson, little brat. Wanna shut you up with something else other than my hand.â
   He tugs you forward, and his cock plunges deep into your throat, languidly sliding it in and out, harder and faster with each stroke of his cock. Your eyes water as tears stream down your face, mascara trailing down your lash line with every thrust of his cock. Your cheeks hollow out, but nothing couldâve prepared you for how he humiliates you and ruins you by fucking your mouth repeatedly.
   The chilly air hits the back of your bare ass, and the room fills with obscene gagging and choking noises the more your mouth drowns in him. Drool coats your chin and runs down his thick length, but he doesnât stop, he just keeps plunging deep into the back of your throat like itâs life or death.Â
   âFinally learned how to shut you up,â he teases, ragged breaths growling from his throat the closer he gets to his climax.Â
   You canât talk, only the washed out sounds of drowning on his all-consuming length fill the void. He practically rips your hair out of the base of your skull, tugging forcefully, snapping his hips aggressively until you feel his tip swell and almost combust. A guttural groan leaves his mouth, and with one more snap of his hips heâs finished.
   âSwallow,â he commands. And then heâs spilling his hot seed down your throat. The salty taste makes you moan around him, and a unique taste that can only trademark as his own serenades you, claiming you as his own prized possession.
   He ruts once more inside you and then slowly slides out, collapsing on his back while you fall to the floor with a thud, gasping for breath as you choke on thick air. Your nails dig into the soft carpet, piercing through the thick material as you get a hold of yourself. Carefully tugging your dress up and down over your ass, you push yourself up after a few minutes of trying to decipher all that just went down.
   Joel lays with a large hand shielding his eyes, groaning to himself and mumbling nonsense under his breath. Heâs probably regretting this entire night now, but you know youâre not. And youâd do it again in a heartbeat.Â
   After a moment of standing there staring, Joel lifts himself up and leans his elbows against his knees, his eyes flicking over your panting form carefully. His stare isnât kind but condescending, until it melts into something a little softer that you just canât place your finger on.
   Is he⊠growing soft on you?
   His eyes flick to yours, his jaw slack and irises golden brown, no more lusting black pits. Something snaps in you, tugging at the pit of your gut that feels a lot like longing, yearning. And you shouldnât feel this way about your best friendâs forty-six-year-old father, but you do. And nothing could convince you to stay away from him anymore. One taste and you were hooked.Â
   You rock on the back of your heels, almost speechless by the aching feeling in your gut that screams from the loss of his hands on your body, his cock twitching inside you, and for a moment you feel sadness that completely shatters your fragile heart. Finding an ounce of courage buried deep in your throat, you fight to find your now meek voice again. âAre we going to make this a habit, Mr. Miller?â
   âDonât count on it,â he mutters under his breath. ââSânot a good idea,â he sighs.
   A wave of disappointment comes out of nowhere and just about knocks you on your ass, but you stand tall, your chin high in the air. âFine. I learned my lesson, Mr. Miller. Guess Iâll go find another man to teach me another,â you mewl, letting the cold chill in your spine settle your agitation long enough to turn away from his clenched jaw and deep eyes that try to glue you to the dark carpet of his room.
   You give him a mocking smile and flip your hair across your shoulder while you sway your hips toward the closed door. Fine, if he doesnât want you then youâll just have to find someone else who can fill you as good as Joel did.
   A deep groan falls from his lips, and then you hear him pushing himself off the bed like his life depends on catching you. Joel snatches your waist and spins you around, pinning your back to the wall, just like the position you were in when you first got dragged to this room tonight.
   âI donât fuckinâ think so,â he spits out, onyx eyes flaring with a hint of jealousy and possession, and then his lips fuse to yours, consuming every fiber of your body as his own.
   His plush mouth molds to yours like clay, his warm breath fanning across your swollen lips, and you swear youâve never craved a man like this, not when his mouth is feasting on you. Parting your lips pliantly, you allow him access inside, his tongue slotting between your teeth and then dancing against your tongue. He tastes like whiskey and smells like sandpaper. Heâs intoxicating. Â
   Heat bursts through the room as his tongue invades your mouth, making you dizzy and incredibly needy the moment his hands cup the sides of your face, your fingers scraping gently against the back of his neck. He groans in response, deeping the kiss as he swallows you whole. You donât hear the blaring music down the hall, you only hear his breath mixing with your own, your moans colliding in sync as a symphony fills the room.Â
   The kiss ends moments later, and youâre standing there panting raggedly, trying to cool off from that heated moment. Joel steps back and rakes a hand heavily down his greying beard, his eyes in a far off place as he thinks and thinks about the actions he made in this musky, dark bedroom of his. Licking his bottom lip slowly, his chocolate eyes finally flick up to meet yours again. âThink you should go on now, sweetheart. We had our fun.â His eyes are heavy, his lids closing momentarily as another long sigh fills the void.
   âCan I⊠can I see you again?â you ask nervously, your heels digging deep into the carpet while you wait with bated breath.
   ââSânot a good idea,â he warns, his nostrils flaring just the tiniest bit until he relaxes his tight shoulders.Â
   âI donât care,â you whisper.
   He looks at you a beat, his gaze trailing over your body, slowly nodding to the door, your cue to leave. You give him a small smile and make your way out, only stopping in the doorway when the door is inched open and loud music fills the room. You turn and give him some words for him to mewl over. âUmmm⊠thank you, Mr. Miller. For making me feel alive,â you blush.Â
   âJusâ Joel, sweetheart. Jusâ Joel.â
   âRightâŠâ you smile, knowing you won him over. âOh, and Sarahâs out back by the pool. See you around, I guess. JoelâŠâ Without giving him a chance to say anything else, you turn down the hall, your chin held high knowing you just charmed Joel fucking Miller.
   Heâs everything you ever wanted and everything you couldnât have. But this wouldnât be the only time you saw Joel Miller. No, youâd see him again.
   Joel topples onto the bed, letting the scent of your vanilla perfume permeate his ruined sheets. He fucking smells you everywhere, and now he canât get the sight of your pretty, glistening eyes out of his smothered head. He groans, letting the heel of his palms dig deep into the sockets of his eyes. Maybe if he couldnât see your shredded panties on the floor he wouldnât be so wound up about you, but he still is, even with his eyes locked shut
   This is so fucked. Youâre his daughterâs best friend, and heâs way too fucking old to be playing games with a twenty-three-year-old. But yet he wants to play, wants to teether you to his body until you canât move, canât escape from his strong hold on you. Heâs got it so bad that he canât even think straight. All he sees is you. And he doesnât think he can stay away for long, so he won't. No. Heâll have you again and when he does, he wonât let you leave so quickly.
   He clenches the sheets in his fists and sighs, letting his eyes close as his body relaxes, tuning out the booming music that floats through his door. He lets your sweet scent carry him off into a light sleep, and the last thing he hears is your beautiful voice float through his ears as you call him Mr. Miller before sleep takes him down.
   And when he dreams, all he sees is how fucking wrecked you looked in between his ruined sheets.
   Heâs not done with you. No. Not even close.
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latino!mingyu
WARNINGS: smut, latino life, im jus kidding (ou não também), mentions of alcohol, flipping the cap before kissing you, fingering, oral, dirty talk, hair pulling, public-teasing, public-make out.
if nobody said it, i will. MINGYU LATINO!!! mingyu who, no matter where he is, somehow finds a reason to grab a beer, and yeah, it's gotta be ice cold. âwanna pilsen, babe?â heâs already tossing one your way before you can answer. like, letâs be real here, this man drinks anything that remotely resembles beer. pilsen, brahma, skol, corona? heâs down. anything to cool off that tanned, toned-ass body of his after playing fĂștbol/futebol/soccer, anyways, for way too long just âcause he knows youâre watching. and when that shirt comes off? goddamn, everybody in the surroundings is drooling. mingyu knows it too, that cocky grin spreading across his face, and you're just trying to act normal. but itâs impossible when the man is literally glowing under the scorching sun.
he danced at his cousinâs quinceanera/festa de 15. of course, he did. heâs that hot cousin, the one all the aunties fawn over, talking about how heâs grown up so well, while the guys on the block are salty âcause their girls wonât stop staring when he's shirtless walking in havaianas flip-flops. heâs out there, not giving a damn, smiling, swaying his hips to reggaeton with you, and trustâheâs glued to your ass like you owe him something. or clapping his hands and asking you to dance samba with him. you roll your eyes, but youâre lowkey hyped up by his attention. that man is always hyping you up, calling you âamor/cariño/gatinha/mama/bebeâ like itâs a full-time job.
every party, every gathering, someoneâs got him dancing with their cousin, their sister, their aunt even (and heâs good at it).
mingyu who comes to your ear, whispering dirty things, just to see you getting all wet. âyou look so fuckinâ good tonight, mama. canât wait to get you back home and ruin that dress.â
he says it like itâs a casual thing, with that smirk of his. the kinda smirk that says he knows youâre weak for him, the way you flush when he so much as drags his fingers up your arm. and heâs not wrong. you could play it off cool, but heâs already in your head, already got you thinking about whatâs gonna happen later.
mingyu who's skin is so damn hot, like heâs a human furnace, and you swear itâs impossible to cuddle with him for too long without needing a breather. the dude radiates heat like no one else, and even though you love the way he wraps around youâthose big arms pulling you tight, holding you like heâs never gonna let goâthereâs always that moment where youâre like, âokay, I need to cool the fuck down before I melt into a puddle.â and he always laughs about it, gives you that lazy smile while youâre fanning yourself, like, âwhat? too hot to handle?â
but the thing is, itâs not just about the heat. thereâs something else in the way mingyu touches u, like heâs always trying to get as close as possible. sometimes, he has no shame in itâlike when he gets that look in his eyes, and next thing you know, heâs got you pinned against a random house on the street, his mouth crashing into yours. tongue and tongue and tongue, his lips moving against yours like heâs starving for you. his hands? theyâre everywhereâflying down to grab your ass, squeezing like he owns it, pulling you closer, so you can feel just how bad he wants you.
and oh my god, when he turns his cap backward before kissing you? dead. you know it's comingâthe way he runs a hand through his hair, then flips that hat around. itâs such a small move, but fuck, it drives you insane every time. like heâs gearing up for something more, and you know that look means heâs about to ruin you in the best way possible. no warning, he just dives in, lips pressing hard, tongue slipping inside your mouth, claiming you. he kisses like itâs his jobâwet, messy, and so fucking good you lose yourself in it every time.
then thereâs mingyu in bed. and the manâs got skills đ, and he knows it. when heâs behind you, hands in your hair, pulling just enough to make your back arch, itâs game over. youâre a mess, and heâs thriving off it, low growls escaping him as he fucks you from behind, his hips slamming into yours with that steady, unforgiving rhythm. heâs so into itâone hand gripping your hair, the other on your waist, guiding you, pulling you back onto him. and he doesnât just pull your hair like itâs a casual thingâoh no. he pulls it slow, but then suddenly he yanks harder as if he's silently telling you âthis is mine. youâre mine.â
and donât even get started on his fingers. mingyuâs got the best fingers, and he knows exactly how to use them. whether itâs slow and teasing, dragging it out until uâre practically begging, or fast and rough, working you up until you can barely think straightâheâs a pro at this shit. sometimes, heâll have u spread out, fingers deep inside you, curling them, head bobbing as he sucks your clit. and he watches you fall apart under his touch? itâs like heâs studying every reaction, committing it to memory so he can wreck you even harder next time.
but the dirtiest thing about mingyu? itâs the way he talks when youâre in public and trying to keep it together. you know the typeâwhen youâre at dinner or out with friends, and youâre trying to be normal, trying to focus on the conversation, but mingyuâs sitting next to u, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear. his voice is low, just for you, and no one else at the table has a clue whatâs going on.
âbet youâre so fuckinâ wet for me right now, arenât you, baby? can feel how bad you want it.â
and he says it all casual, like heâs not making you clench your thighs together under the table, trying to keep from giving yourself away. but he knows, and heâs not letting up. his hand brushes your leg under the table, fingertips barely grazing your thigh, and your heartâs pounding because you know what heâs doing.
âif i slid my hand up your skirt right now, youâd be soaked. donât lie, mama. i can see it in your eyes.â
and itâs so fucking hard not to react, not to moan right then and there. but you canât. you wonât. because you're in public, surrounded by people, and the last thing you need is to let everyone in on the fact that mingyuâs got you trembling in your seat. but he loves it, loves seeing you try to hold it together, that smug grin playing on his lips as he watches you squirm. âgonna take you home later,â he whispers, breath hot against your ear, âwill make you cream on my cock, make you scream my name. donât think youâll be so quiet then.â
itâs all you can do to keep breathing, to keep pretending like youâre fine when, really, all you want is for mingyu to make good on every dirty promise heâs whispered in your ear. and you know he will.
#this one is for yall lindas#seventeen imagines#seventeen reactions#seventeen headcanons#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen#svt imagines#seventeen smut#svt smut#mingyu smut#kim mingyu smut#mingyu imagines#kim mingyu#mingyu x reader#mingyu x you#mingyu x y/n#mingyu x oc#kim mingyu x reader#seventeen mingyu#mingyu
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Just imagine Miguel being so needy he canât even put it inside he just dry humping you from the back just to get off
STAWP IâVE ACTUALLY BEEN FANTASISING ABT THIS FOR MONTHS!!
Pairing: miguel oâhara x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, intercrural intercourse/outercourse (basically just thigh fucking and grinding lol), somnophilia, needy!miguel, morning sex, soft sex
Summary: miguel got home late last night and wakes up needy... too needy
A/N: i am a firm believer that big beefy men whimper in the sheets, try to change my mind!!
Word Count: 1.1K (unedited)
Work at the Society was becoming increasingly more draining for Miguel. All he wanted was to be with you, staring at your beautiful face, making you laugh, playing with your hair, fucking his cum deep inside you and making you scream his name. Leaving you each morning made him crave you even more. He yearned to be able to turn around in bed and just watch as you continue to sleep through the alarm, admiring the way your soft lips part as you breathe softly. You were his precious girl, and it was a sick joke that the minuscule act of the two of you getting to wake up alongside each other was always interrupted by the Society.
This morning, Miguel was recovering from a particularly taxing mission from the night before. An anomaly in some 18th-century dimension caused practically irreversible destruction, yet of course, Miguel had taken it upon himself to do the impossible and fix the mess some other Spider-People created. He had stumbled into your shared apartment at an unholy hour, practically collapsing by your side in bed, falling asleep the second his head hit the softness of his pillow. His suit had dissolved as he snuggled up behind you, leaving his naked body pressed against your ass.
Which is how he had woken up, his dick already hard as his sharp, red eyes flutter open and peek under the covers at the sight of your little panties riding up the smooth flesh of your thighs. Miguelâs heart hammers in his chest as he bites his bottom lip and groans softly, the need to feel you, any goddamn part of you, in his arms becoming unbearable. You look like an angel, hair covering and framing parts of your face as your chest rises and falls with such delicacy, your thick, smooth, gorgeous legs tangled in amongst the warm blankets. Heâs lost in a trance of pure awe and admiration for the goddess he has the privilege of sleeping beside, and fantasies of what he wishes he could do to that sexy body of yours soon plague the once wholesome thoughts in his mind.
He glances over his shoulder at the alarm clock, yet to go off, taking note of the time. In any other scenario, Miguel would have been pissed that he had woken up before his morning alarm, but this morning was different. It allowed him to release some of his exhaustion, some of his desperation to feel your soft body wrapped around him.Â
Slowly and carefully to avoid waking you up, he spits on his hand and gives his fat, leaky cock a few pumps to moisten the tan skin before sliding it in between your closed thighs as you remain peacefully asleep on your side. He moans at the contact between his shaft and your slightly moist panties, his thick, bulging arms wrapping around your midsection from behind, tan, chiseled face buried in your hair as he inhales the sickeningly sweet scent of your shampoo. The pent-up sexual frustration within him threatened to explode just from the familiarity of your soft, smooth body.
He pulls back cautiously, his length dragging against your squishy thighs and clothed cunt which elicits a few whiny moans from his lips before he pushes his hips up against your plump ass. Miguelâs hunger for you is insatiable. In any other circumstance, heâd be moving your panties to the side and prodding his dripping tip into your tight entrance. But Miguel couldnât bear to lose the warm feeling your thighs were providing for his needy dick to bother with going all the way, too blinded by lust and the breathy sighs leaving your sleeping form to try for anything more.Â
Miguel grinds his dick between your jiggly thighs at a steady pace, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck and whimpering against your unconscious body, the slick from within your little panties trickling down your legs and making it easier for Miguelâs member to glide against your pussy. You begin to stir in your sleep, thighs clenching around Miguelâs cock as you react to the arousing sensation of him between your legs.
âM-Migs?â You whisper, looking over your shoulder to see the look of sheer ecstasy on your loverâs face as the tip of his cock catches on your clit with each sloppy thrust between your thighs, making both of you moan in unison. Miguel kisses your forehead, his pace only increasing now that youâre awake.
âMissed you so much, cariño,â He whines, his fingers gripping onto the flesh of your tummy as he angles his hips so that his dick presses between your clothed folds with every thrust. âLooked so pretty in your sleep. Needed- shit! Needed to feel you.â
You moan and throw your head back against his chest, grinding your ass against his pelvis as you keep your thighs tight around his cock, your gaze dropping to his tip dipping in and out of the space between your legs. His arms snake down to your hips, one hand reaching underneath your panties to play with your clit as his member drags back and forth against the silky smooth skin of your thighs. Whiny moans, whimpers, and heavy breathes fill the bedroom as Miguel lazily humps you from behind, the morning sunlight seeping in through the window and illuminating your intertwined, dishevelled bodies as you rock and bump against each other in sync, both desperate to feel each other and reach your climaxes.
âIâm gonna-â You whine, desperately rolling your hips to grind your clothed pussy against Miguelâs throbbing dick.
âI know, baby, I know,â Miguel whispers, his voice still raspy and deep from his sleepy state, his lips hungrily kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin of your neck as his balls slam into your ass and his length feverishly rubs against the cushiony heat of your upper legs, fingers still toying with your throbbing bud. âCome for me, hermosa.â
The sound of his morning voice, coupled with his needy embrace makes you come undone, the juices of your release soaking through your panties and coating Miguelâs thick cock. The sudden feeling of your warmth covering his dick makes Miguelâs brain go fuzzy as he cums all over your thighs, the thick substance glistening on your smooth skin as he whimpers and groans. âSo good, mi niña linda, so fucking good.â (my beautiful girl) He pants, grabbing the side of your face and turning your head so that he can admire the sleepy expression on your stunning face. "Te amo." (I love you)
The alarm clock goes off, the sound blaring throughout the bedroom. He sighs and plants a quick kiss on your lips, which are still swollen from sleep, as he starts to roll out of bed and get ready for another mind-numbing day of work.
âBe ready for me when I get home, cariño.â
He's so cute I just wanna give him a hug :(
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THAT BLOOD AS LUBE THING!!!! HERES MY TAKE!!!!!!
Logan having been punched in the mouth so many times that when he has you finally bent over, your both panting and full of aggressive adrenaline with your knees pushed up to your chest, his giant hands splayed over the backs of your thighs, he lets a bloody string of spit fall from his mouth and onto your exposed cunt from where heâs absolutely shredded the crotch of your costume.
THIS SEXY THING IN REFERENCE TO THAT? GODDAMN YEA cw: smut; f!reader; blood as lube; fucking in public; thrashing bcuz of oversensitivity - all consensual; a touch of poolverine/reader poly :3 this is v short im sorry! // divider by @/plutism!
the guttural hunger ripples in waves as logan tears through your pants, each rip sending his hackles rising, the tension between the two of you brewing, until heâs got you fully bare and ready for him. your scent hits him hard, and he almost buckles down, his cock jumping underneath his suit, before heâs got your thighs cushioning either side of his head.
he takes in a greedy drag, nose flaring at the waft of your aromaâso wet and messy and all his.
loganâs eyes flick up to you for a momentâa questionâand you give him the subtlest of nods, and itâs all he needs to pry his maw open. the thick string of blood and spit mixed together falls like a diabolical glob on your cunt, and watching him do this makes your breath hitch.
everything about this is rugged, animalistic, but it is also so, so hot. you try to rationalize past your need, telling yourself that this isnât the right time to be fucked, not when loganâs bleeding all over your cunt, but a rough tongue presses flat on your slit and your thoughts are razed into fractures.
you keen, bucking in his hold, as your hands fly to grip anything you can, trying so desperately to ground yourself. logan doesn't let you, digging in like a man starved and aching; he ruts his bloodied mouth all over your pussy, hot tongue fucking past your folds and into the tight ring of your cunt, and slurps.
âfuck!â you cry out, fists tightening around whatever remains of your pants. your head falls backwards, exposing your throat as you scream.
logan can eat pussy, youâve known that for years, but there is a curl of something primal in the way he eats you out tonightâall filthy and overwhelming, his silence making you feel ever more so like a prey being devoured. tears are already springing up from your eyes, beading, until a sob wretches itself from your throat because itâsâ
itâs too good!
youâre babbling nonsense, you realize later, your words slurring when you beg and moan, telling him how itâs too much and how he needs to stopââplease âgan!ââas you feel your mind getting scrambled with the intensity of this all. you try to dislodge yourself from his hold, thrashing, but logan pushes you down with a firm hand on your belly, subduing every effort to rip his mouth off from your cunt.
youâre fully crying now, shaking, and you try warning him that youâre about to cumâthe dregs of your ecstasy peaking with every lick and sharp teeth dragging to nip at your folds and at your clitâbut you canât. youâre too drunk off of the pleasure, and your body feels like a rubber pulled taut, ready to snap as your climax buildsâ
tippingâ
then loganâs pulling away with a snarl.
âno!â you keen, sobbing, trembling hands reaching to pull him back before your euphoria dies down, but loganâs already straightening up and folding himself over you, his bulk easily covering you. âi wanâ cum! logan, pleaseââ
âshh,â he coos, like he isnât wet with your slick and his tan skin tinged with the slightest of red. you see yourself on his beard, droplets of your slick glinting like little diamonds as he leans in.
he pushes your hair away from your face with a grin, and it looks mean but not unkind; just teasing because he knows how much your need has grown. he must have. no one knows your body more than anyone else, after all, and you are sure that he knew that you were there, on the throes of your orgasm, waiting for it to spill into a stuttering blanket of white.
âiâve got you, darl,â he continues, like he didnât just edge you off. âgonâ fuck you good nowâprepared you nice fâme, after all.â
oh.
you hiccup, still glaring up at him with vitriol despite the promise, but you feel yourself loosening up as the tension leaves your body. he hums, still petting your cheek, and you grumble, looking away because you canât stand the force of his attentionâall that crinkled-eye smile and raggedly endearing taunts he chirps at you.
logan hums, satisfied at seeing you placated, then heâs moving back up again. the action draws air into your exposed cunt and you move to shut your legs close, at least even for a bit, but he wrenches them apart with a heavy hand pressing down on your inner thigh, and slots himself properly between your legs. you roll your eyes at him, dutifully ignoring the way your cheeks are warming up at being so exposed before logan while heâs still all clothed with his suit.
he chuckles with a fond shake of his head, and paws for the zipper on his suit. the sound of it dragging makes you twitch, feeling hypersensitive again. you feel him getting excited too, his chest heaving when he finally pulls his cock out from his pants. you stare at it, still so unused to the size because loganâs big, yes, and heâs big everywhereâfrom his thighs to his delts, and now his cock.
itâs girthy, webbed with thick veins, and leaking; pearly pre- beading on the head, and nothing has ever made your mouth water more than seeing it.
you want it in you, yes, but fuck, you want your throat stuffed too. want it fucked raw and ruined; want to be used by loganâ
but your cunt is wet and itching, and you want to cum so, so bad.
you wonder what you must have looked because loganâs stuffing his fingers in your mouth, as though in placation, and you suck on them, greedy, not minding the faint taste of earth and salty sweat. it makes you even headier, filling you up with the reminder of where you two are, and you whimper, need bloating, because fuck, you need him now.
logan is still quiet even when he taps his cock over your clit, sending goosebumps to rise all over your skin.
âready, pretty bird?â he asks like he canât smell the desperation rolling off of you.
still, you nod, and you try your best to relax because you feel so worked up already with all the draggingâ
then, loganâs pushing in, in, in, and you are gone.
.
you donât even know how many timeâs youâve cum now, only that your cunt is oversensitive and your thighs are a sticky mess and your throat is hoarse, but it must have been hours because the sky has turned dark, almost pitch black, and thereâs nothing else but you and loganâ
the sound of boots crinkling against rocks makes you freeze, your sharp senses breezing past the euphoric pressure being pounded into your cunt, before you put a hand over loganâs chest, making him stop.
with only the sounds of ragged breathing, the two of you hear where the echoing footsteps are coming from. still perched on your backâand speared by loganâs cockâyou tip your head up, not minding the upside-down perspective of your surroundings.
logan groans the moment a familiar red suit walks into view. wadeâs got his mask pulled up just enough that you two see his grin, thenâ
âand whereâs my invitation?â
logan groans again, while you give out a breathy chuckle, pussy clenching around loganâs cock. he bucks in with a confused grumble.
what? your throat is still pretty lonely, after all.
wade was lounging atop a building when he sees his two favourite people fightâ wait theyâreâ oh? oh.
#anon#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine x reader#logan howlett x reader#logan x reader#wolverine smut#deadpool x reader#<- briefly mentioned only :((#ask#suns
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Eddie is beginning to wonder if heâll ever reach a point where Steve couldnât reduce him to this state.
This state being⊠transfixed. Eddie is sure he must look like a lovesick cartoon. In fact, if he could manage to drag his gaze away, heâd probably find red hearts circling around his head in a halo, popping like little bubbles.
But Eddie canât move his eyes. Canât even close his mouth either.
Steveâs talking to him too, which is most definitely worse â heâs totally missing every word. He can see Steveâs lips moving, pink plush lips wrapping around words but fuck, that was a total trap because now Eddie is just looking at his lips. He tries to refocus, to listen. His eyes just wander back to what he was staring back at the first place.
Was Steve like this all the time? Just a walking around looking so damn delectable?
Or is it Eddie, just a starved man whoâs been living off stolen glances, for as long as he can remember? For once, heâs learning, heâs allowed to look.
And by God, is he looking.
Steveâs not even doing it on purpose either, which probably makes the whole thing funnier. Eddie knows what his boyfriend (boyfriend! he thinks giddily in his mind) looks like when heâs cleaned up to impress. He can spot the way Steve preens beneath Eddieâs lingering gaze.
This is not that. Today, Steve is just cleaning, a usual Sunday morning ritual.
Heâs got some old sport shorts on and heâs clearly grown a bit since he first got themâ unless Hawkins has always been giving out slutty little shorts to the basketball team (They havenât. Eddie would know if they did.)
Heâs wearing one of his wife-beater singlets too. Itâs a little on the scrappy side though, considering itâs nearly see-through with how worn it is.
Honestly, in Eddieâs humble and gay opinion, itâs stupidly hot. The dark hair dusted across of Steveâs chest is visible beneath it, the shirt showing off the shape of his broad chest. Even better, his happy trail is visible and goddamn, if that doesnât make Eddie happy, he doesnât know what will.
But itâs not even that.
Quite frankly, Eddieâs rather embarrassed that heâs basically blue-screening because Steve is pulling out the cord out from the vacuum cleaner.
But⊠but heâs yanking it up towards his chest, slow and strong repetitive motionsâ that take enough effort to make his biceps bulge with every tug.
Eddie canât stop watching. The cord must be several metres long and heâs not sure if he should be cursing it or thanking it for the view he gets; Steveâs tan arms flexing and rippling. Try as he might, Eddie canât help imagining how they must look when Steveâs got his hand arounâ
ââhello? Are you even listening to me?â
Steveâs voice cuts into Eddieâs dangerously side-tracked thoughts and he pauses his tugging at the same time. Itâs the thing that finally allows him to break his lustful stare at Steveâs arms. Oh God, he just got all hot and bothered over his boyfriend doing the vacuuming.
âHello.â Eddie says back, because that was the first word to register in his brain. âI mean- yes. Iâmââ
Eddie decides mid-sentence that heâs not getting away with the lie. He pivots. âOkay, no, I didnât hear that. Would you please tell me what you just said, oh lovely sweet man of mine?â
Ever the butterer-upper, he was. Thank God it works on Steve. He rolls his eyes a little but thereâs an adoring grin on his lips.
âMan of mine,â Steve mutters amusedly under his breath. He drops the vacuum cord on the carpeted floor and leans down the grab the handle of the vacuum. âYou just kinda froze when you came in. I was asking if everything was okay? Iâm just doing this room then Iâll be done, if you donât like the noise.â
Eddie adores that Steveâs taken his silence as though he might be afraid of the vacuum cleaner or something. He nearly snorts aloud at how far from the truth it is.
âUh huh.â Eddie nods, not bothering to correct him. He jerks a thumb behind him, pointing at nothing. âIâm just gonnaâŠâ
He spins on his heel and exits left stage, fast as he can while still looking normal (heâs unsuccessful, as he leaves a baffled Steve behind him.) As he enters into the kitchen and decides to fix them both a pot of coffee, Eddie lets himself giggle over the pure absurdity of what just happens.
Itâs mortifying. Itâs hilarious. He can never tell Steve.
Except, when Steve comes to find him in the kitchen and trades a kiss for some coffee, Eddie canât help it. All he ever wants to do is make Steve laugh.
He decides itâs worth the embarrassment when Steve laughs so hard coffee comes out his nose.
Steve teasingly promises that heâll to try be less distracting, then rescinds his words at Eddieâs abject reaction (âDonât you dare.â) looking far too smugâ in a delighted sort of way. Preening, in that way Eddie loves.
Their first kiss, as Eddie slides onto Steveâs lap and loops his arms over his shoulders, fingers dancing on those tasty arms, tastes a little bit like coffee. Their mugs grow cold, untouched.
Eddie doesnât mind â heâs too busy finding out that the rest of their kisses taste like something between sunlight and Steve.
#have; the thought iâve been having every time i vacuum#iâm one of those bitches who just like pulls out the cord the whole way when i start#and now i say so is steve#just a lil ficlet to get my writing brain up again#ruby writes steddie#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#fluff#itâs always just fluff with me innit#<3#i dunno how active we all still areâŠâŠ đ§#guess iâll find out
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rafe fucking Reader in fishnets!!????đ€€
warnings: smut! 18+ dub-con?, aggressive!rafe, choking, little face fucking, unprotected sex, small breeding kink (my fav kink oops), language.
iâm picturing this in my mind⊠and yup.. itâs hotđ€€ aggressive rafe makes me raaaaahđ„”đ„”
side note: i got a small bit of motivation to write this, but idk how i feel abt it, and i didnât know how to end it but enjoy đ
âR-Rafe!â You cry out as his hands roam the length of your body, fingertips firmly gripping at your thighs.
He smirks, his darkened over eyes finding yours, âShhh, you want this princess, I know you doâ
His lips are on yours again before you have time to speak, his large hands gripping just below your ass as he lifts you from the floor, pulling a high pitched squeal from you. He moves the two of you to the bed, tossing you down onto the plush mattress harshly. You watch him remove his shirt, your eyes glazed over with lust, visibly salivating at the sight of his toned and tanned body.
He climbs onto the bed, pulling at your black leather skirt and yanking it down your thighs. âFuck, these little fishnet things you wore tonight are so goddamn sexyâ He says lowly, voice thick and raspy.
Rafe dips his head down, his lips brushing softly over the skin of your neck, sending a shiver through your body. âI wore this to get your attentionâ You admit, voice so low and soft you were unsure if he even heard you.
âWell, it worked, you have all my attentionâ He pauses, sitting himself up undoing the button of his khaki shorts before quickly pulling the zipper down. You watch as he pulls his shorts and boxers down in one fell swoop, your eyes grow wide when his thick, erect cock springs free, slapping at his stomach.
You swallow thickly, mouth suddenly feeling dry, mind racing. âDonât worry baby, itâll fitâ Rafe says, an amused smirk on his lips. He grabs at your waist, maneuvering your body horizontally on the bed, letting your head hang off the bed slightly.
He gets off the bed, moving to stand in front of you. He grasps at his cock, slowly stroking it as he stares down at you, "Open"
You do as he says, opening your mouth wide, tongue splayed out for him. He grins widely, taking a long step forward and slapping the swollen head of his dick on your tongue, the taste of the precum that had leaked from the tip invades your tastebuds. "Gonna fuck your throat so raw, you won't be able to speak"
Rafe slowly pushes himself down your throat, low groans falling past his lips when he sees the imprint of his dick in your throat. "Fuuuuck, such a good fucking girl, letting me do whatever I want to her"
You gag around him, tears filling your eyes as he keeps himself shoved all the way down your throat making your mind hazy. You gag around him, the vibrations making him moan loudly.
He begins to pull himself out, leaving just the head in your mouth. You wrap your lips around the pink tip, swirling your tongue around it and pulling another low groan from the man.
He begins to thrust his hips, harshly pushing himself in and out of your throat. You have tears streaming down your face, the abuse he was becoming too much.
You were a gagging, drooling mess, his thrusts growing harsher. You took note of the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head everytime he pushed himself in, the sounds of his low and raspy groans making you grow wetter by the minute.
You pushed your hand down the fabric of your fishnets and your panties, fingers finding your clit instantly. You began to rub slow and harsh circles around your sensitive bud, trying to relieve some of the pressure you felt between your legs.
You feel Rafe slow himself, pulling himself from your mouth completely. "No ma'am. Only I get to touch that sweet little pussy, hands out"
You pull your hand from your panties, scoffing in annoyance.
Rafe doesn't miss the annoyed scoff you'd let out, his hands instantly gripping your throat and lifting you out of your position on your back, "Somethin' you wanna say, princess?"
You open your mouth to speak, but nothing except strangled breaths come out, the bruising grip he had on your throat making it hard to breathe, much less speak.
"Didn't think so"
He releases your throat tossing you back onto the mattress and climbing on top of you. You gasp when you hear the sound of fabric ripping, your head flying up to see that Rafe had torn your fishnets apart.
"Rafe! These were expensive, what the-" You begin to complain, but he cuts you off.
"I'll buy you more, stop fucking whining"
You nod your head, closing your mouth quickly. He pushes your panties to the side, his thick index finger running through your slick folds and making you throw your head back.
He gathers some of your arousal on the digit, bringing it to his lips and sucking it clean. "Taste so fucking good, I would go down on you, but nah. I need to feel you now"
He pushes your panties to the side again, using his free hand to grasp his cock. He slides his head through your slick, teasing at your entrance before he sinks himself inside you without warning.
You let a loud moan escape you, his cock stretching you out, making your legs shake and mind go fuzzy.
"Shit, so fucking tight, so wet, fucking love how you feel wrapped around me"
"Rafe, p-please" You beg, the feel of him stretching you making more tears prick at your eyes.
"Please what? Use your words"
"Please, faster, harder" You beg, tears streaming down your face as he slowly pushes himself in and out of you.
You hear him chuckle, his eyes growing darker than they already were, "Remember, you asked for it"
He begins to harshly snap his hips into yours, his swollen head repeatedly hitting at that sweet spot deep inside you.
You begin clenching around him tightly, making strings of curse words and groans fall from his lips, "Fuck, don't think i'm gonna be able to pull out if you keep squeezin' me like that"
You let out a pornographic moan, making him smirk down at you, "You like that? Like the idea of me filling your pussy up with my cum? The thrill of possibly getting pregnant with my baby?"
"Y-Yes! Fuck, Rafe! Please, cum inside me"
The sounds of skin slapping skin and your loud moans bounce off the walls of the small room. You feel Rafe's thrusts growing sloppier, his chest heaving up and down as he breathes heavily.
"Fuck, gonna have you drippin' with my cum, hope you get pregnant with my baby, let every guy on this damn island know who you fucking belong to"
You sceam out a moan, his words followed by his cock hitting at your g-spot pushing you over the edge. You hear Rafe groan his hips stuttering as you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up.
He slows his hips, fucking his cum deep inside you before he collapses on top of you. He lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, lips leaving soft kisses there.
"Goddamn, wear these sexy fishnet things more often, seriously"
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vacation, cocktails, stevie in the tiniest shorts⊠I mean đźâđš
thanks for your request lovey!! â the one where steve takes you to the beach, but him in his bathing suit is the real view (established relationship, smut 18+, 2k)
bug's summer fic fest âĄ
âMy eyes are up here, sweetheart,â Steve jokes as he passes you a cocktail. Itâs a red, yellow, and blue colored drink with an orange slice wedged into the top of it. Itâs about as tropical as a beachside bar can get.Â
The rainbow colors match his color-blocked swim trunks, though the fabric is far more muted in hue. They make his tanned skin look that much more golden. You canât figure out which shade is most his color, though, no matter how hard you ogle.Â
Steve spent a better part of the day smiling with delight every time he caught you staring. Heâd been a bit scared to wear the shorts, in truth. They were far too long to be considered a speedo but revealed more of his thighs than normal trunks did. Then he saw how much you loved them and never wanted to take them off.
âSorry,â you murmur as you take the blended drink from him. âItâs just⊠Itâs staring me right in the face, babe.â
âShut up,â Steve huffs out a laugh, descending on the lounge seat next to yours.
Youâve been on vacation for four days now, playing house in his parentsâ beachside condo. He wears the bliss of holiday all over him, tanned skin glittering beneath a golden hour sun. Heâs almost constantly shirtless because itâs so damn hot out â which has done nothing but give you ample time to leer at his toned torso, dusted with marred scars beneath sprinkles of chestnut hair.
But itâs his thighs that get you. Those goddamn perfect thighs you want to take a bite out of and ride all at once.
No one should look so good in such a tiny pair of shorts. You think it should be a crime, really. And the worst part about all of it is Steve has virtually no idea what heâs doing to you.
He just sits there next to you and laughs at your ogling â like there's anything remotely funny about the heart palpitations heâs giving you just from looking so damn good.
âIâm so glad I got you those shorts,â you confess, mostly to yourself, before sipping at the bendy straw in your cup. The fruity slush cools your warm skin almost instantly.
âYeah,â Steve hums with a lopsided smile. His rosy lips match the sunburn on his cheekbones. âThey fit like a glove, donât they?â
You know heâs saying that just to tease you, but you nod anyway. âYes, they do,â you singsong quietly, chewing at the end of your straw and getting lost in your leering.
It makes Steve chuckle to himself. âAlright, babe. Keep it in your pants.â
âIâd love to get into your pants, actually.â
âYouâre in rare form today, arenât you?â Steve wonders through his laughter.
Being beachside looked good on you â being away from Hawkins looked good on you. Itâs the first time heâs seen you relax in a while. Like, really relax. No monsters to hunt, no children to run after, no parents to impress. Itâs just you and him and an orange sun.Â
And also a bar that serves alcohol that tastes like juice that youâre currently downing like itâs nothing.
âIâm tipsy and in love,â you shrug. âSue me.â
Steve smacks his lips against his teeth. âNah. Iâm tipsy and in love, too, so⊠I guess I canât really blame youâŠâ
His admission of love makes you smile. Youâve surely heard it a million times now, but your chest sparkles like itâs the very first.
You grow suddenly soft. âThanks for bringing me here, StevieâŠâ
His sheepish grin matches your own. âThanks for coming with me, baby.â
He reaches a hand out towards you â which you take without thinking twice.
His long fingers are warm as they engulf your own. Your arms sway in the inches of space separating the two of you, knuckles gently brushing the white sand beneath you. And even though youâre touching him, you canât help but crave more.
âYouâre so far away,â you observe with a slight pout furrowing your brows.
Steve scoffs a gentle laugh. âIâm literally holding your hand.â
âYeah, but likeâŠâ You trail off as you try to find the words to say â how to say them without sounding pathetic. Your nose scrunches softly with your admission. âI need youâŠâ
âNeed me?â he wonders with pinched brows.Â
Heâs concerned at first, because heâs always concerned at first.
Heâs been on the defense since 1984. Itâs practically in his nature, at this point. It takes him a second to realize you donât actually need help â that youâre not in Hawkins anymore, and thereâs no reason to look over his shoulder.Â
His honey eyes go wide in realization a moment later. His pink mouth falls softly agape. âOh. Like, need me, need me?â
You hum with a distant, tipsy smile.
âNeed you, need you, need you,â you repeat thrice for effect.
Despite his similar desire that blooms like a flower in his chest, he urges, âFinish your drink first, âkay?â
Your pout returns. âWhy?â
ââCause it was expensive as shit, and I donât want it going to waste,â he explains with a chuckle.
You nod in return. âYes, sirâŠâ
Your mouth curls around the straw again. A smile quirks your lips as you watch the boy next to you squirm in his seat â your words having a rather obvious effect on him.
You swallow down the strawberry slush, now turning into a sour lemon, and blink away a brain freeze.Â
âYou okay over there, Stevie?â you tease.
He nods with jutted-out lips. âMm-hmm. Yep. Perfect.â
âââââ
One Tropical Rainbow Paradise cocktail later, and Steveâs leading you to his cabana.
Itâs more private than a normal one. Far more lavish, too. Itâs like a tiny studio apartment â made of three walls and a thick curtain in place of a door. Thereâs a television hung below the ceiling, a small bed pushed up against the wood, and a clawfoot tub idling on the other side.Â
You figure youâll have ample time to ride Steve in the bath later.Â
Your mouth waters for a taste of him now.
Itâs why you fall to your knees no more than a second after youâve latched the curtain shut.
Steveâs eyes go wide as he watches you. He nearly stumbles backward onto the mattress behind him because the very sight of you makes his legs buckle.
âWhoa, babeâ Let me put a pillow under you firstââ
âI donât care about that,â you dismiss with the shake of your head. Your fingers curl around the hem of his trunks as you blink up at him. âJust take your clothes off.â
He nods, rapid and visibly enthusiastic.Â
You donât pull his shorts all the way down, just enough to free his half-hard cock. You slip the band beneath his heavy balls and wrap his dick in your hand, wetting your palm with your tongue first to ease the friction.Â
You work him slowly with your wrist and lick the pearly bead of precum from his flushed tip like itâs muscle memory to you. The rough pad of your tongue flicking over the most sensitive part of him drives him wild. A groan rumbles in his chest, muffled through his clenched jaw and teeth.
âFuckâ These trunks are really doing it for you, huh?â he teases after his fleeting senses return to him.
You blink up at him, only halfway amused. âBe careful, Stevie. I don't know if you noticed, but I have your dick in my hand.â
A crooked grin pulls at his pink lips. âYeah⊠Go ahead and put your mouth on it, sweetheart,â he instructs lowly. âMaybe Iâll let you ride it afterâ shit.â
Your lips wrap fully around his reddening tip.
His breath catches in his throat when you lick over him like a lollipop. Your tongue dips over his drooling slit. The salty tang of him makes you moan under your breath.
Your lips abandon his cock soon after. You keep jerking him with your fist while you bring your mouth to his balls. You know he likes that best. Heâs more sensitive there than most men are and spurned on by the sight of it even more so.
The sounds of your suckling and the vision of you nuzzling against his length has his orgasm creeping up his spine.Â
Your mouth widens as your tongue trails up the thick vein at the underside of his cock, leading all the way to his flushed, bulbous tip.
âOh, fuck, baby,â Steve sighs, right before a whine spills from his throat. His palms are wide and warm as they settle over your temples, his fingers crawling into your hair.Â
He doesnât guide you at all â you know what he likes better than he does, really. He doesnât pull you closer to him, either. He just holds you. He uses you like an anchor when his impending orgasm threatens to pull his head underwater.
âOh, fuck, baby,â he repeats, this time in a more firm groan. His cock jerks faintly in your mouth while he babbles. âGonna make me come like this⊠So good for me, baby. Your pretty mouth is always so good for me. Just a little bit moreâŠâ
You know what he needs. He blinks, and suddenly his cock is stuffed down your throat. Both of you are barely breathing by then, equally spurned on by his rapidly approaching orgasm.
âOh, shit, babeâ fuck,â he whines, voice breaking when you swallow around him. He tilts his head to the ceiling and talks himself through his orgasm with gritted teeth. âYeah. Gag on itâ let me feel you, baby⊠Fuck, yes... 'S gonna make me come so hard. Youâre gonna swallow it for me, yeah? Take everything I give you?â
With his cock stuffing your throat, you show him better than you can tell him.Â
His cock spits several warm loads within your waiting throat. You swallow it all down without complaint â not because it tastes good exactly, but because you love having a mouthful of him.
His golden thighs tremble under your hands as your nails rake gently over his skin.
A blissful sigh trembles in his flushed chest when you pull back from him. Even though your jaw aches and your throat is sore, you find it in you to smile as you drag your finger over the dribbles of cum at the corner of your mouth.Â
Steve swears he almost comes again when you lick the remnants of his pearly load off the pad of your thumb.
âWhat do ya say?â you find it in you to tease despite your current predicament. Youâre still kneeling in front of him, blinking up at him with heavy watering eyes, saliva glistening on your chin. âDid I earn my seat, Stevie?â
Swallowing through a tight throat, he nods until the words catch up to him. âYeah. Definitely, yeah. Fuck.â
The bed creaks under his weight when he lies in the center of it. Now fully naked, his tanned skin contrasts heavily with the all-white sheets beneath him. His honey hair is wild as he leans against the fluffy pillows.
He beckons you to him with a wave of his hands.
âCâmere,â he tells you, pink tongue darting out to wet his swollen lips a second later.
You untie your bikini in record time. You rise on the mattress and swing your knee over his hip. Your glistening pussy rests just over his stomach, pretty enough to taste.
âUh-uh,â Steve hums with the shake of his head, waving his hands again. âCome here.â
Your brows pinch. âWhat do you mean?â
âCloser,â he commands.
Still a bit confused, you shift further up his waist â only a few inches, though, because youâre not entirely sure what heâs asking of you.Â
You donât fully understand until his wide hands curl around the backs of your thighs. He urges you up his torso himself, forcing you to grip the headboard before you topple over completely.Â
He shifts lower on the mattress until your knees are over his shoulders. His strong arms wrap around your thighs to pull you over his face, all but suffocating himself with your pussy.
His scruffy jaw scratches softly at your inner thighs â a stark contrast with the way his soft mouth suckles at your weeping cunt.
Youâre practically gushing over his face the second his lips wrap around your clit.
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Highway Heat
Summary: Your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and the trucker you flag down offers more than just roadside assistance.
A/N: Lord oh lord⊠I tried to be good i swear, i really tried to behave. The thing is my sweet beta reader @hautecouture02 requested a little roadside encounter one shot with Joel, specifically asking for FLUFF, and i swear on everything holy I tried my best to keep it PG⊠but sometimes things donât go as I planned. So here, take this absolute filth of a one shot thatâs little more than PWOP. ENJOY!!!!
Warnings: As previously stated, this is pretty much PWOP, Trucker!Joel i know nothing about trucks lol, maybe some dub!con at first but the internal dialogue shows hella consent, groping, fingering, a bit of praise and a bit of degradation, pet names like so many of them im not gonna list them all almost too many pet names if you believe in such a thing, grinding, oral male receiving, deep throating
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Youâre a good personâhell, a great person even. You give your spare change to homeless people, you donate to the puppy shelter every once in a while, you hold your friendâs hair back when theyâre throwing up in the back of the club. Youâre definitely not the type of person who deserves to be stranded in the middle of nowhere, sweating buckets despite wearing nothing but a spaghetti strap tank and the tiniest pair of shorts you own. This feels like some kind of cosmic punishment.
It is, undoubtedly, the worst possible time for your car to stop working. Youâd been putting off the usual checkups on your car for months, knowing full well it was overdue for an oil change, a tire rotationâor whatever men who know their way around a toolbox always say. Your ex used to handle all of that for you, always acting like it was his job to make sure your car ran smoothly. He was that kind of guy who would go out of his way to make your life easierâdidnât mean he was above cheating though.
So now, youâre stuck in your geriatric Honda Civic, the AC busted and the engine refusing to start.
After a few minutes of trying to will it back to life, itâs clear youâre stranded.
You step out of the car, and the heat hits you like a goddamn slap to the face. The roadâs deserted, no signs of life for miles, and of course, your phone has no signal. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. You glance down the road, hoping for a miracle, when you spot the rough outline of a truckâa big one, maybe a sixteen-wheelerâcoming up in the distance.
Relief washes over you for about two seconds before your brain kicks in, running through every horror movie scenario. But itâs not like youâve got a buffet of options, so you throw up your hand, waving the truck down as it rolls closer.
Itâs a beat-up old thing, paint chipped and covered in dust, but it comes to a slow stop right behind your car. The door creaks open, and out steps a man.
Heâs tall, broad, with a face lined with age and tan from long days under the sun. The net cap he wears lets a few of his longer dark curls peek out, the front pieces overpowered by graying hair. He sports a faded plaid shirt and jeans, a pair of well-worn boots kicking up dust as he steps toward you. His dark, intense eyes size you up like youâre part of the landscape heâs used to navigating.
âYou alright there, sweetheart?â His voice is deep and gravelly, but the drawl is the star of the show, thick and sweet like honey.
You clear your throat, trying to keep your frustration in check. âCar broke down. Wonât start. No service either.â
He nods slowly, like this is exactly the kind of situation he expects to find out here. âWell, good thing Iâm passinâ through.â
You canât help but roll your eyes a little at that, but desperation makes you bite your tongue. âThink you could take a look?â
He stares at you for a moment, long enough that you wonder if heâs going to offer any help at all. But then he lets out a low sigh, scratches the back of his neck, and walks over to your car, popping the hood like itâs second nature.
For a while, thereâs nothing but the sound of him tinkering under the hood, the occasional grunt or muttered curse as he checks things out. You stand there awkwardly, feeling the heat bearing down on you, watching as beads of sweat gather at the back of his neck.
Finally, he steps back, wiping his hands on his jeans. âShitâs runninâ on fumes. Whenâs the last time you had it serviced?ââ
You shift, feeling stupid. âA while. My ex used to handle it, and, uh⊠Iâve been busy.â
He gives you a look, something between amusement and pity, before shaking his head. He leans against the car, arms crossed. âI can tow you to a shop in the next town, but it gonâ be a ride.â
You blink up at him, surprised at his offer. âYou donât mind?â
âNah,â he says, with a shrug, âIâm headinâ that way anyway.â
He moves back to his truck, grabbing a few chains and a tow hitch from the back. Within minutes, heâs hooking up your beat-up Honda Civic to the rear of his truck, working with the ease of someone whoâs done this a hundred times before.
âYou sure this is safe?â you ask, watching him as he tightens the last chain.
âAs safe as itâs gonna get,â he replies with a shrug, brushing the dust from his hands. âAinât no mechanic shop out here, so thisâll do âtil we get to the next town.â
You hesitate, then eye him. âYouâre not gonna, like, chop me up and throw me in a ditch, are you?â
He chuckles at that, a nice gravely sound. âIf I was, donât think Iâd tell ya, sugar. But no, I ainât in the business of chopping people up.â
You look at him for a bit longer before sighing. âFuck it, letâs go.â
He turns, heading back to his truck, his broad back facing you and making it a hell of a lot harder to concentrate
âNameâs Joel, by the way,â he says, glancing back over his shoulder as he opens the passenger door for you.
âThanks, Joel,â you say, stepping up into the truckâs cab, the cool air from his AC hitting you like a blessing. Maybe your luck hasnât run out just yet.
You sink back into the seat as he climbs up on his side of the cab, letting the icy air wash over you. Thereâs something else prickling at your senses thoughâsomething that has nothing to do with the temperature. Itâs him.
Joelâs glances are obvious, a little too long, lingering like heâs sizing you up. Normally, itâd make you roll your eyes, maybe even tell him off. Old guy like him eyeing you up is nothing youâre unfamiliar with. But today? With the way your body feels sticky and tired, and the way the breakup has left you all out of sorts⊠youâre almost enjoying it.
Youâve been craving attention and the shitty one night stands with guys from dating apps have done nothing to satiate that need. Itâs been months since anyone has touched you and that rational part of your brain that would be yelling at you to be aware of the sleazy old trucker who just picked you off of the side of the road is sounding real quiet right now.
âSoâŠâ His voice pulls you from your thoughts as he shifts in his seat, resting one hand lazily on the wheel. âWhere you headed?â
You hesitate, eyes on the road ahead. âJust⊠trying to get home.â
He hums, slow and deliberate. âHome, huh? Got anyone waitinâ on you there? Boyfriend?â
The word slices through you, sharper than you expected. You tighten your jaw, glancing out the window. âNo. Not anymore.â
Joel makes a sound, somewhere between a laugh and a grunt. âWell, ainât that a shame. Pretty thing like you, all alone.â
You should hate the way he says it, the way his eyes flicker toward you like heâs just waiting for an opening. But instead, thereâs a strange warmth pooling in your stomach, your pulse picking up in a way youâre not proud of. You shift in your seat, crossing your legs like itâll somehow tamp down the growing tension in your body. He doesnât miss it, his smirk growing a little wider.
âThat line work on most girls?â you quip, trying to keep things light.
Joel chuckles, the sound low and dangerous. âDepends on the girl. But you look a little⊠flustered.â
Your cheeks heat up, and itâs not just the sun this time. âIâm not flustered.â
âSure about that, darlinâ?â
You glare at the open road, biting your lip as you try to ignore the way his words are messing with your headâand your body. Itâs been way too long since anyoneâs looked at you like this. Really looked at you.
The silence stretches out as the truck rumbles along the deserted road. You try to focus on anything but the tension in the air and find itâs impossible. His presence feels inescapable, it fills the cab wrapping around you, pressing down on every nerve.
âYou never told me,â Joel says after a while, breaking the quiet. âWhereâs home?â
âTexas,â you say quietly, your voice a little steadier now. âBut Iâm not in any rush to get back.â
âFamily trouble?â he asks, his eyes flicking toward you again.
âSomething like that,â you mutter. âItâs complicated.â
He hums in response. âDonât I know it.â
You shift in your seat, crossing your legs, catching Joel watching you out of the corner of his eye. His gaze lingers a little too long on your bare thighs, and thereâs a flicker of something dark passing over his face, but he says nothing.
You want to ignore itâGod, you should ignore itâespecially since youâre stuck with him for a while longer. But the rising heat in your body and the quickening pulse beneath your skin make it hard to think straight, harder still to make good decisions.
So you bite.
âYou gonna keep staring, or is this part of your charm routine?â You cock a brow, trying to ignore the way warmth crawls up your neck.
A slow smirk curls at his lips, but he doesnât look away. If anything, he leans in closer, his hand resting just near your leg, making the air between you buzz. âYou think Iâm layinâ it on too thick?â
âLittle bit,â you quip back, though your voice betrays you with how soft it comes out. You bite your lip, trying to stay sharp, but his eyes flick down to the movement, and the pulsing need low in your stomach tightens. âItâs not working, though.â
His smirk widens, like heâs enjoying this far too much. âFunny. Seems to me itâs workinâ just fine.â
You roll your eyes, but you canât hide the way your heart races when he shifts closer, his fingers brushing against your leg. The touch is light, almost casual, but itâs enough to send a shiver racing up your spine, your breath catching in your throat.
âYou can roll your eyes all you want, doll. It donât change the fact I can see what you need, clear as day,â he purrs, his voice dropping lower.
âOh yeah? And whatâs that?â you snap back, though your words lack the heat you want them to have.
âLittle bit of attention.â
He reads you too well. It drives you insane. âI donât need anything from you. Just get me where I need to go.â
A quiet chuckle rumbles from his chest. âThat so? âCause the way youâve been shiftinâ in that seat says otherwise.â
You bristle at his words, but the truth sticks like a thorn. Thereâs a reason you havenât told him to stop, a reason you havenât shut this down. Youâre tired, frustrated, and the way his eyes keep grazing over you⊠you canât stop wondering how easy itâd be to let him pull you under, to let him take all your worries away.
âYouâre losing it, old man,â you shoot back, even though you know itâs a losing game. He sees right through you, but that doesnât mean youâre gonna make it easy.
âAm I?â he purrs, his hand sliding up to rest fully on your thigh. âSo, you donât want me touching you like this, darlinâ?â
The way he says itâslow, deliberate, laced with that sweet, thick accentâitâs all innocence, even though everything about it screams otherwise. You know youâll be hearing that âdarlinââ in your head later, when youâre playing with yourself.
You smirk, giving him a little more rope. âI didnât say that.â
He hums, eyes flicking between the road and your legs. âAnd Iâm guessinâ you wouldnât say a word if I moved my hand higher, would you?â
Your legs part just slightly, almost like an instinct. Barely noticeable to anyone else. But not to Joel.
âLook at you,â he drawls, a shit-eating smirk spreading across his lips. âAlready makinâ it easier for me.â
Youâre about to fire back, ready to keep this banter rolling, when his fingers slide higher. A soft sigh escapes your lips before you can stop it.
âYou ready to stop actinâ up, or we still playinâ cat and mouse, pretty girl?â His eyes lock on yours, dark and unwavering.
Your pulse quickens at the challenge in his voice, your breath catching in your throat. His fingers are still on your thigh, warm and rough, and itâs messing with your head. You know you should stop this now, make him pull his hand back, but youâre not sure if thatâs what you want.
âIâm not acting up,â you murmur, trying to hold on to some sense of control, even though his touch is making that damn near impossible.
His grin widens, like heâs got you exactly where he wants you. âMhm, sure you ainât.â
You glare at him, but itâs weak. Pathetic, really, and the worst part is he knows it. He knows how to get under your skin even though he has known you for half an hour, knows exactly what buttons to push to unravel you just enough to keep you hanging on.
âI mean it,â you snap, though your voice wavers. His hand shifts slightly on your thigh, fingers curling just enough to make your stomach twist into knots.
âI wanna believe you,â His voice is low, a quiet rumble that vibrates through you, all the way down to where youâre aching for him to touch you. He leans in a little more, so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off him, smell that familiar scent of worn leather and something dark and intoxicating. âBut you keep lettinâ me touch you. Kinda sends a different message, donât you think?â
Your heartâs pounding in your chest, the steady rhythm of it loud in your ears. You donât know how to answer, donât know if you want to answer. Every rational thought in your head is telling you to stop, but your body isnât listening.
Instead, you shift slightly, your leg pressing into his hand, just enough to encourage him to keep going. His eyes darken, and a slow, dangerous smile tugs at his lips.
âThought so,â he mutters, and then his fingers start to move again, sliding higher, testing the boundaries you havenât set.
You bite your lip, trying to hold back the sigh thatâs clawing its way up your throat, but it slips through anyway. He hears it, of course he does, and the satisfied gleam in his eyes makes your face flush with heat.
âYou wanna tell me to stop, nowâs your chance,â he murmurs, his voice soft but carrying an edge of challenge, like he knows damn well youâre not going to.
His gaze shifts between the road and you and it almost seems like every time those eyes are back on you they become darker.
You glance at him, your heart in your throat, and thereâs that flicker of hesitationâyou should say something, should stop this before it goes any furtherâbut the way his fingers are brushing higher, dangerously close to the ache between your legs, makes it impossible to think straight.
So you just meet his gaze, and you donât say a word.
His smirk grows, and his hand drifts even higher. âGood girl.â This time he fully gropes your thigh, groaning like heâs been waiting to unleash this. âYou wanna take these off for me, sweetheart? Let me give you as much attention as you want.â
He must have some psychic hold on you because you follow his instructions with no hesitation this time. Your fingers eagerly unbotton your shorts and pull the zipper down, lifting your hips to shimmy them down.
He looks at you for a lot longe than he should taking into account heâs currently driving a beast of a vehicle. âLord above⊠youâre a sight and a half, darlinââ
He goes back to massaging your thigh, making circles with his thick fingers, going each time higher. Once he reaches your panties he stops and just rests his hand there, right at the edge of where you want him most. His fingers teasingly brush the fabric, enough to make you gasp, but he doesnât go any further.
âYouâre gonna have to ask for it,â he rasps, his voice thick with something darker now. âTell me what you want, pretty girl.â
His words are like a key turning in a lock, and your resistance crumbles. You canât deny it anymore, not when his hand is right there, so close to what you need, your entire body burning up under his touch.
âJoelâŠâ you whisper, your voice almost pleading now, barely more than a breath.
âThatâs it,â he murmurs, his hand pressing a little more firmly, his fingers tracing along the outline of your heat through the fabric. âThatâs what I wanna hear.â
Your breath stutters, and your hips shift on their own, pressing into his hand. Youâre barely hanging on, the tension between you two crackling like a live wire, but heâs still holding back, waiting for you to give in completely.
âPleaseâŠâ you finally manage, the word spilling out before you can stop it. Itâs humiliating and liberating all at once.
âPlease what?â
You let out the shadow of a moan. âPlease touch me.â
Joelâs hand slips under the fabric, his fingers finally finding your core, and the groan that escapes him sends a shockwave of heat straight to your core. âGood girl,â he breathes, his voice like gravel as his fingers start to move in slow, torturous circles.
Your head falls back against the seat, a whimper escaping your lips as he finally gives you what youâve been craving. âJesus, JoelâŠâ
âFeels good, huh?â he rasps, his eyes flicking from the road to you, watching the way your body reacts to every touch, every motion of his hand. âTold you I know exactly what you need, baby.â
Youâre melting under his touch, your body humming with the pressure of his fingers moving against you, his voice guiding you deeper into the haze of pleasure. Youâre not even sure whatâs more intoxicatingâthe way heâs touching you or the way heâs talking to you, that low, commanding tone unraveling you completely.
âThatâs it, sweetness, grind on my fingers, make that little pussy feel goodâ Joel growls, having a harder time keeping his eyes on the road now.
âFuck⊠that feels you good da-â you stop yourself before youâre able to finish the word. Your ex didnât like you calling him that, so you usually kept that particular kink under wraps, but something about Joel is making it surface back up.
He looks up at you, pupils blown out. âSay it⊠say wha you wanna say baby.â
You lose all restraint and moan loudly. âIt feels so good, daddy.â
âThatâs right, babygirl.â He moans âDaddyâs fingers make your pretty cunt fucking drip donât they?â
His words send a wave of pleasure through your body, a mixture of shame and intense arousal surging in your chest. Youâre too far gone to stop now, letting the haze of lust pull you under completely.
âYes,â you whisper, the word slipping out like a confession. âSo fucking wet.â
Joelâs fingers move faster, rough and skilled, coaxing you into a rhythm that has you arching your back against the seat. His other hand grips the wheel tight, knuckles white, and you can tell heâs barely hanging onto his self-control, but that only makes it hotter.
âJesus, youâre a fuckinâ dream,â he growls, voice thick with desire. âBeen wantinâ to ruin you since the minute you sat your pretty ass in this truck.â
The vulgarity, the way he talks to youâit should feel wrong, but instead, itâs like gasoline thrown on the fire already burning inside you. You grind down harder on his fingers, chasing the high heâs offering, the tension building fast in your core.
You glance over at him, his jaw tight, eyes darting between the road and you, and thereâs something so filthy about the way heâs trying to keep it together while driving, the way his control is slipping. You want to push him, make him lose it completely.
âYouâre losing it too,â you pant, breathless, pushing your hips into his hand. âCanât even keep your eyes on the road, can you?â
His gaze snaps to yours, dark and predatory. âCareful. Keep talkinâ like that, and Iâll pull this truck over.â
The threat in his voice makes you shiver, heat pooling low in your belly. Youâre right on the edge, your body strung tight as a bow, every nerve lit up under his touch.
âDo it,â you challenge, voice breathless and wrecked.
Joelâs eyes flash with something dangerous, his hand gripping your thigh so hard it almost hurts. Without another word, he swerves the truck off the road, gravel crunching under the tires as he pulls into a secluded spot off the highway.
Your heart is pounding, adrenaline mixing with the arousal as he throws the truck into park and turns to face you fully. The look in his eyes is feral, like heâs done holding back, and you brace yourself for whatâs coming next.
âSuch a little attention whore, baby,â he growls, unbuckling his seatbelt with one hand, the other still teasing you between your legs. âIâm all yours now.â
In one swift motion, he pulls you onto his lap, your thighs straddling his hips, the weight of his hard length pressing against you through his jeans. He is big, a lot bigger than you expected and it makes your mouth water,almost like your body is showing you how badly you need him in a million and one ways.
His hands grip your hips possessively, eyes locking with yours as if daring you to make the next move.
You donât hesitate. You grind down on him, both of you letting out low moans at the contact. The friction sends sparks flying up your spine, and you can already tell this is about to be the kind of reckless, dirty, no-going-back encounter youâve both been craving.
Joelâs hands slide up your back, fisting in your hair as he pulls you down to feast on your neck. His lips trail down, biting at the sensitive skin there, and itâs too much, too intense. You feel like youâre going to combust right here in his arms.
âYou taste so fuckinâ good,â he mutters against your skin, one hand slipping between you to push your panties aside, his fingers slipping through your slick heat again. âFilthy little slut, letting a stranger put his fingers inside you. Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name, pretty girl.â
Your hips buck against him, the promise of release so close you can taste it. âFuck, Joel, pleaseâŠâ
âTry again. You know better.â his tone is firm and commanding, all the previous playfulness gone.
âPlease daddy, let me comeâ
âThatâs it,â he groans, his thumb circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure, pushing you right to the edge. âCome for me, darlinâ. Let me feel this tight little whole clench on my fingers.â
The way he says it with such authority, has you unraveling in his lap, your entire body trembling as you come hard against his hand. Your vision goes white, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
Joel watches you, his eyes hooded and hungry, soaking in every second of your release. He doesnât stop moving his fingers until youâre shaking from the aftershocks, your body limp and boneless against him.
âGood girl,â he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied as he finally pulls his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you. âTastes even better than I imagined.â
Youâre still catching your breath, head buzzing from the intensity, but the way his hardness presses against you makes it clear youâre far from done. Itâs not like those other times when finishing a guy felt like an obligation, when the effort barely felt worth it because they didnât take the time to get you there first. But Joel? Joel made you come so hard you canât help but want to return the favor. Itâs not a choreâitâs something you crave.
âMy turn,â you murmur, fingers already working at the button of his jeans.
His grip tightens on your hips, eyes darkening as he watches your hands move, but thereâs a flicker of restraint. âDonât think thatâs a good idea, sweetheart. Canât have this beast of a truck just parked in the middle of the road.â
You shift back onto your own seat, lifting your leg off his lap to give yourself the space you need. The desire to make him feel just as wrecked as you burns in your chest, so you lean down, your gaze steady on his as your fingers trail lower.
âYou can drive,â you say, voice low, teasing. âIâm not stopping you.â
Joelâs eyes flash with something dangerous, his jaw ticking like heâs fighting with himself. For a second, you think heâs going to tell you to stop, but then he huffs out a breath, shaking his head with a low chuckle. âYouâre trouble.â
You smile up at him as you feel him start the engine again, your hand slipping lower, teasing him through his jeans.
Joelâs breath hitches as your fingers brush against him, a low growl vibrating in his chest. His hand tightens on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he tries to focus on the road, but you can tell heâs losing the battle.
His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he tries to keep his cool, but you can see right through it. The way his body is responding to your touch, the way heâs barely holding it together, it only spurs you on.
You undo his jeans and pull the zipper down, feeling the heat radiating off him. His breath stutters, and his hand slips to grip the side of the seat, trying to ground himself as you free him from the confines of his jeans.
You wrap your hand around him, feeling how hard he is, how thick, and the groan that escapes his lips sends a thrill through you. âFuck,â he breathes, eyes flicking between the road and you, his control slipping more by the second.
You lower your head, your lips grazing his tip, and Joelâs entire body tenses. His hips buck up, instinctively searching for more, and you canât help but smirk as you take him deeper into your mouth.
âHoly shit,â he groans, his voice rough and ragged, his hand instinctively flying to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. âYouâre gonna get us both killed.â
But even as he says it, thereâs no hint of him wanting you to stop. He keeps urging you on in slow, measured strokes. The tension in him is palpable, and you can feel the way his control is fraying with every flick of your tongue, every inch you take him deeper.
His breathing grows ragged, and he glances down at you, eyes dark with heat and disbelief. âYouâre so pretty with a fat cock stuffed in your mouth baby, look at you â
You hum around him, the vibration making his hips jerk again, and the low groan that rips from his throat sends a fresh wave of adrenaline coursing through you. Heâs unraveling, right in front of you, and youâre loving every second of it.
You pick up the pace, your hand working him in tandem with your mouth, and Joelâs growl turns guttural, his grip on the wheel tightening. âRight there, darlinâ girl, donât stopâŠâ he hisses, head tipping back slightly as his hips move in time with your rhythm, chasing the release thatâs so damn close.
His eyes flick between the road and you, pupils blown, struggling to stay on course even as his focus is being torn apart by you.
âFuck, baby⊠Iâm not gonna last if you keepââ He cuts himself off with a harsh groan, his hips bucking again, muscles taut and trembling as he loses the last shred of his composure. Heâs completely at your mercy now, and itâs making him wild, his control slipping fast.
You donât let up, your hand dropping lower to play with his balls, and heâs right on the edge, teetering dangerously close. His breath comes in ragged bursts, and his body tightens under you, his hips jerking harder, more desperate now.
âWhere do you want it, baby?â
Instead of answering you take him deeper down your throat, your nose burrowing in the dark curls at the base of his cock, his smell so musky and intoxicating it makes you dizzy.
âShit, shitââ Joelâs voice is a strangled growl, and then you feel him pulse in your mouth, a low, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he finally comes undone. Heâs barely holding onto the wheel, the truck swerving just enough to make your heart race, but itâs clear heâs past caring. He spills hot and hard into your mouth, the sound of his release drowned out by the pounding of your own pulse in your ears.
You keep going, milking him for every last bit, until heâs trembling beneath you, his breathing ragged and uneven. When you finally pull away, heâs still gripping the steering wheel like itâs the only thing anchoring him to reality.
âHoly fuck,â he mutters, his voice rough and wrecked. His eyes flick down to you, wild and wide, before darting back to the road. He lets out a breathless, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. âBest hitchhiker Iâve ever picked up, thatâs for damn sure.â
As if on cue, the truck finally pulls into the shop, the hum of the engine fading, the weight of what just happened still hung thick between you two. Joel cuts the ignition, his hand lingering on the key for a beat too long, like he wasnât quite ready to step back into reality. He realizes his now soft cock is still out and starts to zip himself back up.
You try to gather yourself, smoothing your clothes and brushing a hand through your hair as if itâd erase everything that had gone down on that highway. You can tell itâs gonna stick with you for a good while longer though.
Joel clears his throat, glancing over at you with a look that was somehow both satisfied and conflicted. "Well, weâre here," he mutters, but his hand was already fishing in his back pocket for something. "Here." He hands you a crumpled business card, his name scrawled across it with a number underneath. "In case you run into any more car trouble or, y'know... anything else."
The corner of his mouth twitches, like he knows damn well this had nothing to do with the rugged old thing and everything to do with the heat still simmering between you. You take the card, trying to hide the smirk tugging at your lips.
"Thanks," you reply, pocketing it casually, though the way your heart raced gave you away. "For⊠you know, all of it."
He just gives you that signature look of hisâhalf-smirk, half-smolderâand with that, you slide out of the truck, legs still feeling like jelly as you walked away. You didn't even need to turn around to know his eyes were glued to your retreating figure.
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Not Enough to Not Know Better
Day #6 - Prompt: Dizzy/Drunken Confessions | Word Count: 1189 | Rating: E | CW: Sex, Language, Alcohol | POV: Eddie | Tags: Friends to Lovers, Drunken Confessions, Steve's Gonna Make This Happen For Them, Clothed Sex
"Is the room spinning, or just my brain?"
Eddie lulls his head to the side, trying to keep his eyes open as he looks at Steve, who is all but passed out on the couch. Sprawled out, comfortable, and for some reason, now missing his shirt.Â
Eddie allows his gaze to linger, taking in Steve's stomach, and especially the thick thatch of chest hair creeping all the way up towards his neck. It's gorgeous, and lush, just like the hair on Steve's head. Eddie wants to run his fingers through both. Wants to pull, stroke, lick. Â
When it peeks out of his collar, sometimes Eddie fears that he'll do something stupid without thinking it through.Â
"I think we're stationary," Eddie says, and Steve giggles like he's said the funniest bit of a stand-up routine. The best punchline, saved for last. But, it wasn't that funny, Steve's just drunk. Eddie knows that. Is absolutely sure of it.
"Stationary. Station. Airy," Steve mumbles, still laughing to himself.Â
"You're drunk, Harrington," Eddie says, not totally sure that he isn't right behind Steve on that.Â
"A little bit," Steve answers, moving to roll over onto his stomach, and it's the most awkward maneuver Eddie's ever seen anyone, or anything, ever make.Â
Steve finally gets settled in, wallering a spot into the couch, and Eddie hopes he doesn't suffocate with his face pressed into the cushion like it is. Finally Steve turns his head, laying his cheek on the upholstery.
His flushed cheek. Probably from the alcohol, or maybe he just got a little sun outside today. Usually Steve's tans right up, though. It's Eddie that has to worry about becoming a lobster.
Eddie looks at him. At Steve's chest, arms, back. It's all golden, and covered in freckles and moles that Eddie would love to count, to map.
Bite.
Eddie just takes in his body, looking down, down, down. Trying not to linger on the place where his jeans have ridden down, just a little. As tight as Steve wears them, that seems impossible, but he's seeing the waistband of Steve's underwear. Briefs, he thinks, not boxers.
His eyes are roaming too hard, and he needs to get himself under control. He starts to move them away, when Steve rolls his hips, keeping his attention. Grinding right against the fabric of the couch, and now Eddie can't look away. No way in hell, not as Steve rolls his hips in a slow, deliberate grind.Â
Eddie reaches down to adjust himself in his own jeans, and Steve meets his eyes. Eddie knows he's been caught, but Steve started this first. Eddie's just fighting horny with horny. He can't be blamed. Not for this.
"Sometimes," Steve says, just above a whisper, eyes still locked on Eddie's, "sometimes I do this and think about you."
"Jesus H. Christ, Harrington. How drunk are you?"
"Enough to not care what I'm saying. Not enough to not know better," Steve says, smiling. It's lazy, and beautiful.Â
"You've lost your mind," Eddie whispers, maybe just as much to himself as to Steve, but he shifts his hand, covers his own now-hard dick, and grinds against the heel of his hand.
"Maybe," Steve says, hips still moving, still chasing that little bit of death, "but it's still true."
"Goddamn," Eddie whines under his breath, and Steve keeps moving, keeps grinding, keeps looking right into his eyes, except for when he's flicking glances down towards Eddie's hand. Towards his dick.
Eddie wishes Steve was grinding on him that way. Maybe he would. If Eddie could only bring himself to ask.
Steve beats him to the punch.
"Show me. Let me see," Steve says, "I want to. It's all I think about. You. Me. Us."
That's almost enough for it to all be over before it even gets started. There's not an us, not that Eddie is aware of anyway, and only in his wildest fucking dreams, could that ever be true.
And right now. Apparently.
Eddie leans back, sprawling out on the floor, and keeps working his cock through his jeans. Now he can't see Steve, but he can feel his eyes. The heat from them.
"Well, c'mere if you're coming," Eddie says, and he hears the couch move, shift.
Eddie kicks his legs out wider, and Steve crawls on top of him, laying down, slotting himself between Eddie's thighs. Pressing flush against him. Grinding against Eddie, now. Not the couch.
It's better. It's so much better.
Eddie runs his hands up and down Steve's bare back, finally getting to touch all that warm skin he's fantasized about.
"Goddamn, Harrington," Eddie breathes out, pressing upwards against Steve, hard cock against hard cock, and even through his jeans it's the best thing he's ever felt. Steve Harrington can dry hump him any fucking day of the week and twice on Sunday. Eddie doesn't even need to see anything.
He wants to see, obviously, but this would be a god's plenty. He grabs at Steve's jean-clad ass, and pulls their bodies closer and closer together.Â
He's gonna come.Â
And he hopes Steve will, too.
Steve shifts, and Eddie hopes this isn't over, and it's not. Steve just shoves upwards, hard, catching Eddie's lips with his own. Sliding his tongue right into Eddie's mouth, and he tastes like beer, and pizza, and fucking heaven. Eddie doesn't care. Beer, onion, garlic, whatever. Bring it on.
Steve keeps rolling, and shifting, and grinding and Eddie wishes they were full-on fucking, because he feels like he's getting a pretty fucking awesome preview to what that might look like. He's memorizing Steve's movements, how fluid they are, how fucking hot.Â
Top, bottom, Eddie doesn't care. He's versatile, open to anything, so long as they get to do this together, do everything. He wants Steve, and now he thinks he might get to have him.
Steve hitches, his breath, his body, and then lets out a groan that will live in Eddie's bones for the rest of his days, as he comes in his jeans, on top of Eddie.
Eddie follows, clutching at Steve's ass, holding them together, coming. Steve's breathing into Eddie's open mouth in short, desperate bursts as he tries to come back to himself from this.
Eddie gets that. He definitely gets that.Â
He feels wrung out.
Then Steve laughs.
Giggles, really, flopping down on Eddie, making the mess worse for the both of them, surely, but Eddie doesn't let go. He wraps his arms around Steve's back, squeezing him, holding him close, for as long as Steve will allow it.Â
Eventually, Steve pushes himself upwards, and off Eddie. Standing, and offering Eddie both of his hands, pulling him to his feet.
"I need a shower. You wanna take a shower with me?" Steve asks, yanking Eddie right into his chest, catching him. He no longer looks as drunken and unsteady as he did.
Maybe Steve was drunk on horniness as much, if not more so, than on the actual alcohol. Either way, Eddie just nods.Â
Because, yes. Yes, he'd like to do that very much.Â
Steve winks, and grabs Eddie's hand, tugging him towards the staircase.
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This idea came to my head at half four in the morning. I had to write it so i didnât forget the important details. So I hope you enjoy đ«¶đ
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Jacob had never been one for jewelry- well, that was until a few days ago when a new golden wedding band had made a home on his hand. Since you had slipped it on his finger, Jacob couldnât get enough of watching it glisten in the warm, tropical sunlight on your honeymoon, a reminder that filled his heart to the brim to know that he was yours forever.Â
Jacobâs new wedding ring was the only jewelry that he had ever pictured himself wearing, until you had mentioned to him in passing while shopping for new clothes for your honeymoon how good heâd look with a chain to go with any of his outfits he had planned for the trip- considering there was no way Jacob was going to have no less than 4 buttons undone on his shirt at any given time while basking in the tropical warmth of your honeymoon paradise.Â
Later on that week, he had dug around in his dresser to find a thin, golden chain necklace he had back from his time in college, that hadnât seen the light of day in too many years to count. But, given your enthusiasm for the idea of him wearing something like it, Jacob had decided to pack it with him in his suitcase to surprise when the time felt right.Â
Well, after being a few drinks deep at the pool bar from earlier, Jacobâs slightly tipsy confidence had him feeling like now was the perfect time to try out his new accessory to see what you thought. Digging through his suitcase, he pulled out the chain to go with the rest of his outfit for your dinner on the beach, clipping the necklace around his neck as he looked himself over in the mirror, quickly fixing his hair and adjusting his shirt, undoing one more button than probably necessary to show off his new look.Â
And while he could admit that he didnât look half bad with it on, and figured youâd like the new surprise addition to his wardrobe, thereâd be no way in hell he could have ever prepared himself for the viscerally awestruck reaction youâd have to the thin, gold chain dangling around his neck. Â
âI can practically feel you burning a hole through my chest, Hermosa.â Jacob chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you as he took another bite of his food, giving you a playful smirk at the way you had been ogling at him ever since you had noticed the thin gold chain resting across his tanned skin as you began your walk through the hotel to head to dinner.Â
âOh shut up, itâs not my fault youâre so hot. Youâre making it very hard not to look, in my defense.â You sighed, trying to get yourself to focus on your food instead of staring at Jacob for the rest of dinner, despite the fact that the only meal you had your eyes on was sitting across the table from you. âThereâs already something about you being my husband that makes you somehow even hotter than you already were, and now with this?â You picked up your fork, gesturing to the chain dangling between the parted fabric of Jayâs shirt, âI think you may be trying to legitimately kill me.âÂ
âFigured youâd like it. Didnât think youâd like it this much.â Jacob smirked, biting down on his lip before taking another bite of food, his cheeks growing flushed and warm as he looked at you admiring him, wondering how in the hell he had gotten so goddamn lucky. âThanks, Mrs. Scipio.â He laughed, taking another bite of his food, shooting you a quick wink.Â
Mrs. Scipio.
God, if that alone wasnât enough to send you over the edge already, your new last name, combined with the incredibly attractive man you had gotten it from that you now got to call your husband? On top of that stupidly hot chain he had decided to throw on with his outfit? There was definitely something else you were hungry for other than the half cleared plate below you.Â
It was then that you couldnât have been happier you had been seated at a table on the edge of the beachside boardwalk, tucked behind a few stray palm trees, secluded enough out of view that you had no problem reaching under the table to rest your hand on Jacobâs knee, toying with the hem of his shorts before letting your fingers creep further and further up his thigh.Â
âAre you almost done with your food?â You asked, your voice sweet and sultry as your hand brushing against Jacobâs cock immediately caught his attention, making his eyes go wide as he sat up straight, setting down his knife and fork to look down in his lap. âBecause if you are, I can think of something else I want for dessert when we go back to our room. Something I want really bad. You wanna feel how badly I want it?âÂ
Jacob swallowed hard as your fingers wrapped more firmly around his bulge, gently massaging his dick in your grasp, before grabbing his hand and guiding it to brush along the slit of your sundress and closer to your core, aching and dripping with arousal. Letting his fingers creep up the inside of your thighs and ghost over your folds, his eyes went even wider, jaw practically dropping open to feel that you were not only absolutely soaked, but also not wearing any underwear at all. Using every ounce of composure he had to keep from falling apart right then and there at the dinner table, letting out a deep sigh as he cursed under his breath.Â
âJesus Christ. Fuck, baby⊠Yeah, I can be done right now.â He groaned, nodding at your proposition before wrapping his hand around the meat of your thigh as he took a long inhale, staring you down with darkening eyes and a devilish grin across the table.Â
Never had you been more thankful that the resort you had picked to stay at was all inclusive, because if either of you had to wait a minute longer for a server to get your bill so you could get back up to your room, the probability of impending implosion would have been practically inevitable.Â
Firmly intertwining your fingers with his as you grabbed his hand, you were nearly dragging Jacob through the hotel to the nearest bay of elevators, pleasantly shocked to find no one else waiting with you to travel up to their room, leaving the two of you alone to catch the next elevator back up to your floor.Â
Without a word, the second the elevator doors had closed, the two of you were on top of each other, a messy dance of tongue and teeth crashing together, Jacobâs hands palming the meat of your ass over your dress while yours roamed over his chest, tracing the freckles of his tanned skin up to the golden chain dangling in the open buttons of his shirt, stopping to wrap the necklace around your finger, tugging Jacob closer to you.Â
âFuck, you look so good with this on, baby.â You moaned, your words hot against Jacobâs skin as you nipped at his neck, chain still tangled in your grasp. âI canât wait to fu-â
Barely aware of the fact that you had reached your floor, the ding of the elevator was enough to catch your attention and cut you off from completing the rest of your thought before the doors slid open, revealing a group of couples waiting for their ride down to the lobby. Frantically trying to play off the fact that if the elevator ride had gone any longer, you two definitely would have been seconds away from fucking in it, you gulped, giving Jacob a nudge to his ribs to bring him back to reality, the two of you quickly trying to slide past the other guests without making a scene.Â
As the door closed behind you, you and Jay couldnât help but laugh at the fact that you couldnât seem to take an elevator trip alone without almost being caught making out like a pair of horny teenagers (which, to be fair, a pair of horny teenagers probably would have had more self control than the two of you being newlyweds on your honeymoon).Â
With your room only being a few doors down from the elevator, Jacob began fumbling in the pocket of his shorts for his room key, working around the full hard on he already had under the fabric from how pent up he was. Quietly cursing under his breath until he found it, as soon as the card was swiping over the lock of the door, Jacob was yanking you through into your room, instantly beginning to pull down the zipper to the back of your dress as you fumbled your way back to the bed.Â
Your dress fell to the floor in a crumpled pile before Jacob was tossing you onto the mattress, shocked to see that you also hadnât even bothered to put on a bra, revealing your glowing skin and obnoxious tanlines from your time spent out in the sun.Â
âDirty fucking girl, not wearing anything underneath that dress for me. Fuck me, Hermosa. God, youâre so beautiful. So fucking perfect. My perfect wife.â Jacob growled, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed to part your legs, draping them over his shoulders as he admired the wet mess between your thighs, your slick already coating your folds, glistening in the dim light of your hotel room. âMy perfect wife and her perfect fucking pussy already so wet for me.â
Dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal as he ghosted over your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper in protest, sitting up on your elbows to look down at Jacob, peppering kisses along the soft skin of your thighs.Â
âJake, fuck- Baby, I wanted to go down on you. You look so good, I-I wanna taste you, Jay, p-please.â You moaned, your argument becoming less and less convincing as his kisses traveled 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.Â
Jacob shook his head as he laughed quietly to himself, watching you squirm and buck your hips towards his face, so desperately worked up and aching that the mess between your legs was really beginning to contradict your need to get Jacob off before yourself.Â
âCariñoâŠâ Jacob tutted, almost mockingly, digging his fingertips deeper into the meat of your flesh, âYouâre not going anywhere âtill I get a taste. I canât leave my poor wife all worked up like this, can I?âÂ
Before you had a chance to respond, the flat of Jacobâs tongue was dragging through your cunt in a long, broad stroke, firmly pressing against your clit, looking up at you with a satisfied grin as you threw your head back in pleasure, a soft whimper escaping from your parted lips. As the last of his lick slid through your folds, you shuttered at the feeling of the metal of his chain ghosting over your cunt as it dangled from his neck, only to cry out as you could feel the other piece of jewelry he was wearing on his left ring finger sink deep into your entrance.Â
âOh f-fuck-â You whimpered as another finger breached 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 knew made you crumble.Â
âThatâs it, baby girl.â He cooed, 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 lapped you up. His beard scratched the skin of your thighs, making it feel even better. You could feel yourself rolling your hips against his hand, whining at how thick and full he felt inside you, even more so now with the wedding band that had made its permanent home on his finger, taking every chance he could get to watch you cover the glistening gold ring in your arousal as yet another way to prove that you were his.Â
Jacob could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his fingers as your bottom half squirmed 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 began to suck at your sensitive nub, his hand thrusting faster and deeper into your cunt, feeling you slowly coming undone under his touch.Â
âOh shit- Iâm so close baby, oh fuck, fuck, Iâm gonna cu-â Just like that, you were 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 Jacobâs smile pressed against your cunt as you soaked his face, his free hand wrapped around your hip, holding you in place for him.Â
âFuck, I swear, Iâll never fucking get over that.â Jacob mewled, 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, covering his wedding band. âFucking soaked me, Hermosa. You like feeling my ring when I touch you like that, baby? Knowing Iâm all yours forever?âÂ
With your chest heaving in heavy breaths, you nodded frantically, blissed out look plastered across your face as you stared up at Jacob, lust pooling in the dark brown of his eyes as he brought his soaked fingers to your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip as, opening your mouth for you to suck him clean, the warm and tangy taste of you still fresh on his skin.Â
âYou taste so fucking sweet, baby.â Jacob cooed, gently tugging his fingers out of your mouth, standing up to lean over the bed, caging your body under his as his lips crashed against yours in a needy mess of longing and desperation.
You could feel how painfully hard he was through the fabric of his shorts, his bulge straining against the seams of his zipper as he rubbed against your thigh, laying on top of you with one arm propped up beside your head, the other gently cupping your face, thumb rubbing back and forth along your cheek as he kissed you with the tender intensity that set your insides ablaze with desire, longing, no, needing to feel him buried deep inside you as you screamed his name.Â
It really had been your intention to suck Jacob off the moment you had gotten back to your room, to drop to your knees and worship the beautifully handsome man you now got to call your husband and turn him into the same type of moaning, whimpering mess that he had just made you, but with the ferocity of each kiss and the instinctual jerk of Jacobâs hips, there was nothing you wanted more than to be filled by the sweet sting of his cock pounding into you, over and over. Â
âJ-Jay, fuck- I need to feel you baby, please. Fuck, I wanna feel you so deep inside me.â You whispered, your teeth tugging at Jacobâs earlobe as he peppered your jaw and neck with kisses, feeling the audible groan in his chest at your request, followed by a deep sigh as he tried to compose himself from the mess he was already becoming.Â
âYeah? Thatâs what you want, sweet girl? Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.â He rasped, a devilish grin spread between his cheeks as he sat back to pull his shirt over his head, followed by his shorts and boxers, leaving him in nothing but the gold chain still dangling around his neck as he reached down to stroke his cock, red and dripping with precum before leaning back down to line up with your entrance.Â
You could feel your breath hitch as his tip brushed through your folds, rubbing gently against your clit as he collected your arousal to coat his length, looking down to watch as his cock sunk deep into your cunt, the both of you letting out ragged moans at the sensation.Â
Jacob paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sweet sting of his stretch as he filled you, his tip kissing your cervix while his hips met yours. The fullness made your brain go blank, completely at a loss for words as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, pulling himself out enough to sink his whole cock back into your cunt, each thrust making you whimper and moan, desperate for more.Â
âF-fuck, give me more, baby, you feel so good.â You whined, your hand wrapping around his bicep, fingertips digging into his flexing muscles.Â
âYeah? You want more, Hermosa?â Jacob mewled, smirking to himself at the blissed out mess you were already becoming as the pace of his hips rutting into you began to quicken.Â
As each thrust became faster, the gold chain draped around his neck began to bounce against his chest, his body close enough to yours to feel the cool metal brush against your face with each snap of his hips into yours, the sight of his necklace dangling over you as you stared up at the furrowed and focused look painting his face. The image alone of him wearing that chain was enough to make you feel like you were going to cum on the spot, but as you lay caged beneath the weight of his broad body, feeling nothing but his warm skin and chain rub against you, you were nearly convinced it was going to be over for you right then and there.Â
Without even thinking, you lifted your head up off the bed just enough to grab the chain between your teeth, tugging him closer to you, the sudden yank making his eyes go wide in surprise as the two of you came nose to nose, foreheads brushing against each other before his lips were on yours again, entangling you in an all consuming kiss without faltering in his pace.Â
âFuck, you look so good.â You moaned, your lips parting just enough from his to whisper your praises into his ear. âYou look so hot with this fucking chain, Jesus Christ.âÂ
Your comment had a low, breathy laugh escaping from his chest, shaking his head to himself almost in disbelief at how enthralled you were with him.Â
âMe? Baby girl, you have no idea.â He cooed, slowing his thrusts to sit back on his haunches, readjusting you to bring your knees pressed to your chest, leaning back down, running his hands along your body, up your arms until he had them above your head, pinned down to the bed in his grasp. âYou know how many guys Iâve seen staring at you since weâve been here? How many dirty fucking looks Iâve had to give them? Maybe this ring on your finger isnât enough, mi amor.âÂ
âW-what do you, fuck- what do you mean?â You whimpered, the new position opening you up in a way that had you feeling every inch of Jacob as he sank his cock even deeper into your cunt, splitting you open in the most delicious way possible, your brain barely working enough to let your words escape from your mouth.Â
âI mean,â Jacob groaned, tightening his grip to hold you in place, his eyes growing darker with desire with another deep, long thrust into your cunt, âThat maybe, I need to fuck a baby into you, Princess. Fuck a baby into my beautiful fucking wife, and let everyone see that youâre mine with our kid growing inside you.âÂ
Jacobâs words sent a shiver down your spine, the thought alone making you whimper- You and Jacob both had undeniable cases of baby fever, and now that you were finally married and had agreed that your birth control wasnât going to be a part of your packing list, the prospect that in 9 months from now, you could have a third member to your family? That was enough to have you close to finishing right then and there.Â
A gulp traveling down your throat before a long exhale, trying to find the words to respond to his proposition, your voice trembling in an anxious excitement.Â
âF-fuck- Oh my god, yes. Fuck a baby into me, Jay. Let me, oh shit- let me make you a daddy.âÂ
âFuck mamiâŠâ Jacob groaned, gritting his teeth, trying his best to maintain his own composure, taking a long exhale before his gaze met yours again, a fierce kind of determination and promise pooling in the soft chocolate brown of his eyes, leaning his body on top of yours, pushing your knees closer to your chest, opening you up to an even deeper angle as his mouth crashed into yours, beginning to pick up his pace once again as his hips snapped into yours. âThatâs what you want, Hermosa? Fuck, Iâll give it to you, baby. Oh shit- Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets, remember? You want a baby? Fuck- Iâll fuck myself so deep inside you Iâll fuck a baby into you right now.âÂ
You could feel the all too familiar tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine once again, Jacobâs cock pounding perfectly into your g-spot over and over again, the hairs at the base of his length grinding against your throbbing clit, sending you to the brink of collapse with each thrust in and out of your cunt.Â
âYes, oh my god- yes, I w-want it so bad. P-please, baby, fuck.â You whined, starting to stumble over your words as you could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his cock, the coil in your core tightening to the point of nearly snapping.Â
âFuck- say it again. Tell me- fuckk- tell me how badly you want it.â Jacob moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more desperate as he could feel himself on the verge of chasing his own high, knowing all too well you were almost hitting yours. Â
âI want you to fill me up, Jay. Fuck, fuck, fuck- I want it so bad. I want you to knock me up and give me a baby, please, baby, oh my god- please.â You were all but panting at this point, your legs starting to tremble as your cunt clenched tighter and tighter around Jacobâs cock, the overwhelming sensation of his fullness, promise of pregnancy, and that damn chain dangling in your face was enough to finally send you over the edge. âIâm so close baby, Iâm gonna, oh shit- Iâm gonna cu-.âÂ
Those were the last words you were able to muster before you were screaming out Jacobâs name as you came, euphoria and ecstasy radiating through every inch of your body, your orgasm crashing through you with so much intensity you could have sworn you were seeing stars.Â
Watching you fall apart beneath him, soaking his cock in your arousal as you came had Jacob only moments behind you, the rhythm of his hips beginning to stutter, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against each others combined with your wanton moans and whimpers and curses under your breath making him begin to babble incoherently.Â
âThatâs it, mami. Thatâs my good girl. Fucking soak my cock, baby. Cum all over me before I, fuck me- fuck myself so deep in you itâll fucking take. Fuck, Iâm gonna cum too. Gonna fucking fill you up. Give you all of me. Fuck, Iâll give you everything, baby,â
With one last final thrust, Jacob was spilling deep inside you, warm ropes of his cum coating your walls, milking himself of every single last drop before collapsing on top of you, the warmth and weight and of his body sinking on top of your chest as the two you sighed in sync, trying to catch your breath with long, labored huffs.Â
As Jacob felt himself begin to soften, a groan rumbled low in his chest while he pulled out, feeling the mix of your spend dripping out your hole, coating the inside of your thighs in glistening juices. You let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of fullness inside you, your head falling back on the mattress in blissed out satisfaction, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to bring yourself back to reality after floating away in post-colotial bliss.Â
âHoly fuckâŠâ You whispered to yourself, lifting your head back up to see Jacob sitting back on his heels, admiring the mess of the two of you pooling between your legs.Â
âSo fucking pretty, Hermosa.â He mewled, peppering kisses down the soft skin of your thighs, making his way back towards your core. Before you could even realize what was happening, Jacobâs head was back between your legs, one broad stroke of his tongue collecting the tangy, salty mixture leaking out of your cunt and lapping it back into your entrance quickly replacing his mouth with his fingers to push the mixture of your spend even further into you.Â
Looking up at you, slick covering his beard and smug grin spread between his cheeks, Jacob curled his fingers just enough to make you yelp as he pressed against your g-spot, considering how worked up and overstimulated you already were.Â
âGotta make sure I keep you full of me, baby. Canât let anything go to waste.â Jacob smirked, gently pulling out his fingers, resting his hands on your thighs, drawing soft circles on your skin with his thumbs.Â
You tried to sit back up, propping yourself on your elbows before Jacobâs body was caging over you once again, slowly lowering himself down until your back was flat against the bed, cradling your jaw as he guided you down with soft, slow kisses, feeling his chain brush against your chin he pulled away from your lips.Â
âYouâre not going anywhere, Momma. My wife wants a baby? Then Iâm doing everything I can to give her one. Whatever she wants.â Jacob smirked, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead as his hand caressed your face, brushing your skin just gently enough to tickle you, a little giggle escaping from your lips as your eyes met his sweet puppy dog ones.
âYouâre ridiculous, you menace.â You laughed, playfully nudging Jacob as he rolled over next to you on the side of the bed, wrapping his arm around you, tugging you to lay against his bare chest, your hand draping over his stomach before crawling up his chest, wrapping his gold chain around your fingers. âHmmmm whatever your wife wants, huh?â You smirked, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.Â
âWhatever she wants, Hermosa.â
âYour wife wants you to never take this damn thing off again.âÂ
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Find Me*
Summary: An extra for Teach Me*
Harry has never slipped into his subspace before.
Until today.
Word Count: 3.5k
*Contains Mature and Explicit Content. Take care of yourself first, only consume what you feel comfortable with!đ*
âGod, please, BeeâŠpleaseâfuck.â
You watch Harryâs eyes roll back as his hips buck up into the vibrating toy pressed against the tip of his cock. He tugs on the cuffs keeping his wrists attached to the headboard as he curses your name and you canât help but smile proudly at his reaction.
Harry hasnât had an orgasm in twenty-four hours.
Twenty-four long, excruciating hours.
Truthfully, you think heâs handled it like a champ.
After all, this was his idea.Â
And sure, when heâd suggested edging as something to check off the list, he meant edging you.
Not him.
But here you both are, twenty-four hours into a nonstop fuck-fest.
And itâs been great.
âŠfor you.
Youâve come to learn one very important thing since you both agreed to fuck each other exclusively:
Heâs so goddamn beautiful.
In every way. At every time. No matter what heâs doing, if heâs fucking, if heâs speaking, if heâs naked, if heâs asleep.Â
And youâll never get over it. Never be able to look away from him when heâs coming or thrusting into you or begging you to fuck him or rolling you over his cock.
You paint pictures in your head whenever heâs not around.
Of his tan, inked skin that glistens with sweat when he overexerts himself. Of the way his chest rises and falls with desperate gasps for air. Of his curls that fall across his forehead and dance into his eyes. Of the veins in his arms strain from the use of his muscles.Â
Which is why you have no problem dragging this little challenge out as far as it can go.
Because Harry makes it all worth it.
âPlease,â he groans beneath a forced breath, hooded eyes lifting to find you. âPlease, babyâŠneed to feel you. Gotta feel you, Beeââ
His sweet sentiment is lost underneath your own whimper, and your head falls back as you slip the glass dildo in a bit further.
Youâve found numerous ways to torture him. From taking him in your mouth (and popping off before he can come) to riding his cock slowly (and popping off before he can come).
Youâve teased him, fucked him, near tortured him with pleasure just to take it away.
But the one thing that seems to really do it for himâŠis watching you touch yourself just out of his reach.
Youâve already done this twice in the past day, but this is his final straw. You can tell just from the way his aggressive threats from yesterday have turned into depleted and anguished whines for mercy today.
Youâve never heard him make so many pathetic noises and itâs everything. The soundtrack you could live the rest of your life to.
And you use it to help you ease the toy in and out of your already overused cunt. Because while Harry has had zero orgasms, you have had many. Perhaps too many if the way you have to stop for Gatorade and snacks every couple of hours is any clue.Â
But you donât mind. And neither does he, truthfully. He likes watching you come. Tells you this constantly. And itâs that kind of appreciation and thrill that continues to inspire your next one.
âHarry,â you whisper, lashes fluttering shut as you clench around the toy, and you hear him gasp again.Â
He wants that to be him. Wants it more than anything.
Which is why you arenât giving it to him.
âBeeâŠâ His voice is small. Airy. Almost reverent in a sense as he calls out to you. As he begs you to give him something.
The sounds of your arousal as itâs pushed in and out of you is an erotic symphony and you just about shudder as it echoes around the room.
Harry whimpers.Â
And itâs so pathetic and so depraved that it forces your eyes back open so you can see him.
The vibrating object against his cock is dragging him once again to the finish line. The finish line he has seen and lost a plethora of times already. Itâs got to hurt at this point. In fact, you know it does. Know heâs barely holding on and your heart aches for him.
You steal a quick glance down at your phone thatâs just beside you to look for two things:
The first being so that you can check the settings on the Bluetooth toy to make sure it doesnât need adjusting.
And the second being so you can see the timer and calculate just how much time is left in this little experiment.Â
Five minutes.
Heâs only got five minutes left before his twenty-four hours are up, and youâre so fucking glad. Youâd almost argue that you need him to come more than he needs it.
Because while making yourself come (either by your fingers, or a dildo, or his cock) is nice, itâs nothing compared to coming with him. Of knowing that he was the one responsible for your pleasure.
Truth be told, you donât think youâll be too quick to suggest edging in the future.
You waste a couple more minutes with the glass toy, thrusting it slowly at different angles until your toes are curling and your nails are scratching into the sheets.Â
Poor Harry just about loses it as he sees you get closer to your release. Quietly begging you to let him feel you come. To have you ride his cock like earlier as you clench down on him. Itâs his favorite thing in the world and you pout when you hear his request.
Three minutes.
You pull the dildo out and you both watch the string of arousal that follows, with Harry writhing against the headboard, once more pulling on the handcuffs.Â
To tease him just a little more, you lift it up and bring it to your mouth. Your tongue drags upward, collecting everything in its path until you can wrap your lips around the tip of the toy and take it into your mouth.
Harryâs eyes squeeze shut, and he smacks his head back against the wall, almost as if in retaliation.Â
You grin.
After tossing the object aside, you crawl back over to his lap. He continues to keep that pretty green hidden from you as you smooth your palms up his thighs to alert him of your presence.Â
And not even after youâve removed the vibrating wand and begun to straddle him does he look at you. He simply makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds like a desperate whine before allowing you to take his cock in your hand.
You pump him a few times, just to feel how heavy he is, how needy. He twitches the moment he feels you, a soft sigh slipping from his lips.
And finally, once you gingerly drag him along your cunt, he looks up.Â
You reach out to cup his cheek, stroking your thumb across the feverish skin as you whisper, âItâs okay, Har. Weâre almost done.â
He perks up, expression growing hopeful. âYeah?â
âYeah,â you hum as you glance back down. âWant you to come with me.â
âYes,â he breathes, already attempting to wiggle up and assist. âYes, do anything.â
âAnything?â you tease, brushing your thumb down his lip. âAlready done everything for me, baby.â
He seems to bask in this praise, slowly pulling your finger into his mouth until he can suck it sweetly. Mostly just to make your cheeks warm.
Which they do.
When you lower yourself down, you both cry out. Youâre so overworked and overstimulated from the past few hours that itâs almost painful.
But that kind of pain feels like ecstasy right now, so you instantly get to work rolling your hips and working you both to the end.
As you do, Harry continues to fight against the restraints, another fruitless attempt at reaching for you.
This is something else youâve learned he loves. He loves to hold you. Pretty much at any given moment, but especially when you come.Â
Youâd asked him about it before and he said the emotional intimacy was just as orgasmic and satisfying as the physical intimacy. And youâd laughed because it hadnât made a whole lot of sense.
But having come so many times in the past day without him holding you has felt ratherâŠunsatisfying.
Empty.
You realize now he was exactly right.
You surge forward and kiss him, and he moans into your mouth as though youâve given him everything heâs ever needed. As if youâve given him air in his lungs. As if this is what heâd really wanted.
One minute.Â
Heâs already begging you not to leave him again, saying your name over and over and over as you attempt to shush him. As you promise to be good to him and let him fill you the way he loves to do.
Your hands scratch down his chest and he hisses at the sting but seems to revel in it. You know he likes the pain.Â
He likes to joke that heâs gonna get your marks tattooed on his chest permanently so he can always see them. Always show them off. Â
And you always laugh at this but deep down, you know he just might do it.
Right now, you want him to.
You scratch until he bleeds. Until the ruby red blood trickles down his chest and stains the tips of your fingers.
Until heâs whimpering again and thrusting up into you, searching for that release.Â
Youâre both close. Both so fucking close that you canât see anything else but the end. You canât see reason, canât see how tired you are, canât see the point.
You just see him.
The timer goes off, the startling melody blaring from your phone speaker as you both jolt.
But this seems to be the perfect jumpstart for you because the second you hear it, you begin nodding fervently as you retake his face in your hands and whisper, âNow, baby. Now. Come for me right now. Please, Harry. Please, need to feel you. Need it, Har, Godââ
Itâs animalistic and virile the way he cries out for you. The way it fucking rips through him like a blade, forcing you along with it.
Itâs everything.
Everything youâd been missing from the previous twenty-four hours, and this is so much better than coming alone.
You kiss him through each second, arms snaking around his neck to keep your bodies close.Â
And you hold him. You hold him the way he canât hold you. You hold him as you both feel it, as you bathe in the euphoric bliss, as you live.Â
It feels like hours before you finally come back down and find yourself again. Until you can breathe, and blink, and move.
Your face nuzzles into Harryâs neck and he presses his cheek into your hair, keeping you close.
âHow do you feel?â you whisper after a moment, pressing a chaste kiss to his sweaty skin.
He hums.
Chuckling to yourself, you pull yourself back so you can see him again, and the tired, faraway look in his eye makes your pulse stutter.
You reach out to brush your fingers through the damp curls, guiding them off his forehead as he nestles into your touch. âYou okay, baby?â
More humming and nodding.
Your smile widens. âMy sweet boyâŠlittle out of it, hm?â
He says nothing. He only relaxes against the headboard, seemingly content to have you sweep your hands through his hair for the rest of time.
You snort. âOkay, Iâm gonna go grab the key and then grab us a snack. Guess we better shower, tooââ
Suddenly, heâs sitting up, eyes going wide as you begin to crawl off his lap. âWait, whereâŠwhere are you going?â
âTold you,â you call over your shoulder as you make your way for the key on the desk. âGonna let you go and then get some food.â
He blinks, almost as if trying to process your response.
However, you simply toss him a smile and return to the bed so you can set him free.
He doesnât watch the key turn in the lock but instead watches your face. He watches your concentration as you attempt to keep him comfortable and pull him free as quickly as you can. He watches your nose scrunch and your brows furrow when it sticks before finally clicking. And he watches you gently drop his arms down to his sides before discarding of the metal restraints.
The moment heâs got use of his hands again, he uses them to grab onto you, and wrestle you onto the bed.
You laugh as youâre scooped up against his chest and rolled over until youâre on your back and heâs tucked into your side.
Now itâs his turn to bury his face in your neck as he takes a deep breath and lets you live within his lungs.Â
And you donât exactly mind.
You stay there for the next few minutes, nails now gently scratching up and down his back to soothe him as he practically purrs.
You love these moments with him.
True to form, you eventually take hold of his wrists and bring them to your mouth, kissing along the angry, pink marks painted across the skin.
He returns to watching you do this, just as mesmerized by your tenderness as he was the first time.
And you exist together. Just like this.
Eventually, fatigue begins to catch up with you, and youâll only feel truly rested if youâre fed and showered.Â
So, you begin to pull yourself out of his grasp, only to have him tighten his arms as he murmurs, âNo. Stay.â
You chuckle as you dip down to press a kiss to his forehead. âWe need to shower, Har, and then we can come back to bed.â
âNo,â he whispers, eyes squeezing shut. âNo. DonâtâŠdonât wanna move.â
His pleas are sweet, and you almost want to coo at him, but you know you need to make him eat something and let him clean himself up. Heâll feel so much better after he has, and you want that for him.
You wrangle yourself out from between his arms and stand from the bed. âStay here, okay? Iâll be right back.â
You practically skip to the kitchen, despite your weary muscles. You love what you two have. Love the incredible sex and the even more incredible connection.
You love him.
Youâve always loved him. As your best friend, as a partner, as a really great fuck.
Heâs justâŠ
Everything.
You make some toast and grab a glass of water before returning to the bedroom. Youâll have him take a few bites and then youâll drag him to the bath so you both can unwind and talk.
This is another ritual of yours. After each scenario and experimentation, you devote some of the aftercare to talking about it. What worked, what didnât. What you liked, what youâd prefer not to do again.
These are some of your favorite chats. Thereâs a certain vulnerability in admitting your preferences in such a way. Somehow more vulnerable than actually being naked with said person. At least for the two of you.
But he loves to hold you, your back against his chest, his fingers interlocked with yours. And you justâŠtalk. Sometimes youâll tease him about how good he is at something after having only done it one time.
And heâll tease you about how you secretly love his inexperience because it makes you feel powerful.
Which it does. And you do.
So, today, youâre looking forward to having another one of these chats. You already anticipate some quippy remarks about how heâs not a fan of your methods and you canât help smiling as you make your way for the bedroom.
When you arrive, you find that thereâs somethingâŠoff.
The boyish smile he usually sports after sex is nowhere to be found, instead replaced with a rather vacant, spaced-out expression.Â
You arrive at his side and slowly push the plate and drink toward him. âHar?â
He blinks, head rolling until he can slowly look up at you.Â
You feel your pulse stagger. âYou okay?â
For a moment, he says nothing. Almost as if heâs running your question through in his mind.
And thenâŠhis eyes get glassy. His pretty, pink lips push into a pout, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
âWhere did you go?â he murmurs, and instantly, your stomach drops. âYouâŠyou left. WasnâtâŠI didnâtâŠâ
Youâve never heard him speak like this. In such a desolate, forlorn way.Â
You place the food on the nightstand and immediately crawl back onto his lap. Your arms wrap around him and you hold onto him so tight, youâre surprised he can still breathe.
âI didnât go,â you whisper, pressing kisses to his temple. âPromise. Iâm right here.â
His large arms snake around your middle as well, fingerprints pressing indents into your sides as he squeezes just as tight.
Then, he disappears into your neck, mumbling something you donât catch, but even stillâŠit guts you.
Youâve never seen anyone in their subspace before. Especially not Harry. You yourself have only slipped maybe once or twice.Â
Itâs an incrediblyâŠintense experience. Can make you feel helpless in a sense. Completely dependent on one person, so far removed from yourself and from your consciousness that you donât know anybody or anything else.
Truth be told, seeing Harry soâŠsmall is almost frightening. Because this need to protect him and keep him safe just about overwhelms you. You donât want him to feel abandoned or scared or unsure.
You justâŠyou want to keep him in your arms forever. Want to tell him that youâll never leave him. That even if you didâŠyouâd always come back.
âMâright here,â you tell him again, fingers stroking through the hairs at the nape of his neck. âPromise, promise, promise.â
You think he hums his contentment, but you canât really hear him. You choose instead to believe that heâs relaxing as he loosens his grip on you and presses a kiss to your collarbone.
You lean back to see him. âWanna take a bath with me?â
He seems intrigued with this, nodding quickly as you gingerly remove yourself from his body and help him off the bed.
Things are quiet for the next few moments. You start the water, crouching beside the tub so you can make sure the temperature is just right. And once itâs ready, you take Harryâs hand, and help him step over the ledge.
This time, heâs the one in your arms. Sitting between your legs, snuggled back against your chest.Â
Itâs perfect.
You donât rush to bathe him right away, instead allowing him to simply settle in your embrace as the hot water gently relaxes his muscles.
You donât try to coax him back to you, either. You let him decide when he feels safe enough to slip out. To return to his own mind instead of yours.
But you do have to admitâŠyou miss him. Miss the normally chatty and borderline annoying man youâve come to tolerate.Â
âHar?â you murmur as you trickle some water down his chest.
He hums.
âAre you gonna let me find you soon?â you ask softly, lips ghosting the shell of his ear.Â
âFind me?â
âYeah.â You drape both arms around his shoulders as your hands come to rest over his butterfly tattoo. âWanna find you and take you to bed with me.â
The side of his mouth quirks up in a lazy smile. âCan always take me to bed with you.â
You grin, too. âYeah?â
âYeah.â His lashes flutter shut. âDonât have to find me. Mâalways here.â
ââŠare you?â
He hums again.
You arenât quite sure what that means but you donât push it further. Whether heâs slipped out of his subspace or not, heâs still your Harry.
And your Harry needs all the love and attention you have to offer.
You stay in the bath for exactly twenty minutes longer before realizing you need to get him into bed before he falls asleep on you.
Itâs a bit of a struggle to move him. Heâs already half asleep, and very large, and very heavy.
But after wrangling him to the bedroom, you manage to tuck him in, and get him settled.
Youâre not far behind. Physically and emotionally spent from the past twenty-four hours. He curls into your side once he realizes youâre there, and you fall asleep with the sounds of his soft breaths against your cheek.
Sometime in the night, youâre awoken by the feel of his thumb sweeping across your jaw. Itâs gentle enough not to startle you, and you sigh sleepily as you blink the dreams from your eyes so you can see him.
Heâs propped up on his arm as he stares down at you, continuing the tender caresses to your face.
âHi,â you murmur.
âHi,â he murmurs back. âSorry, I didnât want to wake you, I justâŠI wanted to see you. And I couldnât wait until morning.â
You fight a grin as you slip your fingers around his wrist and give it a squeeze. âYouâre very cute.â
âI know,â he replies teasingly, and you chuckle. âAndâŠI wanted to thank you.â
Your head tilts. âThank me? For what?â
He takes a moment to study you, a look of adoration on his face.
ThenâŠhe smiles.
âFinding me.â
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