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Sex pollen!Steve Rogers x Reader

Here's a little oneshot I came up with! Word count: 3018

Y/N and Steve were on a mission to retrieve a rumored bioweapon from an off-group of Hydra.  There was very little information on what it was or what it did, but they had followed some leads to find the Hydra agent heading toward a resort in Malta to a big buyer.  They had arrived a few days prior to the agent, playing the part of a newly married couple on their honeymoon.  Y/N had enjoyed the vacation part of the trip, being by the pool, exploring the little island’s sights and selfishly indulging in the faux affection between her and Steve in public.  She had feelings for her Captain.  Who wouldn’t?  With that handsome face, which for some inhumanly ridiculous reason looked even more handsome with the beard he grew, the longer hair he’d grown out, looking sun kissed on the Maltese beaches and cobblestone streets, and those deep blue eyes that made her weak in the knees.

“The fun has arrived,” she said quietly, her sunglasses hiding her gaze.

Steve was laying on his stomach on the beach chair next to hers, his head lifting slowly when she spoke.  “Hm?” he replied.

“Two o’clock,” Y/N murmured.  Steve got up from the chair like he was going to resituate himself, subtly looking at the agent.  He stretched and took a drink of the beer he’d ordered, then sat next to her on her chair.

He leaned forward, caging her to the chair with his huge arms, and kissed her cheek, his lips traveling down her jaw to her ear.  “So who's our buyer?” he whispered in her ear.

Y/N tried to concentrate on the agent moving amongst the guests sitting around the pool, Steve’s lips trying their best to distract her.  The agent stopped in front of a couple of young men laying out on chairs, greeting them jovially with wide spread arms.  They all got up and greeted him equally, with one of them shaking his hand and speaking quietly to him.  “Frat boy number 3,” she whispered in his ear. 

Steve’s hands moved to grip her thick thighs, sliding his palms up to her hips as his head moved further down to her collarbone.  “Any others?” he asked.

Y/N watched the men from the corner of her eye as she leaned her head back, her hand moving up to run through Steve’s hair and the other gripping his shoulder, feeling down his muscled back.  “No, the rest are just the trust fund baby’s bodyguards,” she breathed, scratching his scalp.

“Good girl,” Steve replied, nipping at the swell of her breast before pulling away.  If she didn’t know any better she would have thought the look he gave her when he brought his face back to hers was adoring as he leaned in and nuzzled her nose.  “Let’s go plan our next move.”

Y/N smiled at him and nodded.  He stood and held his hand out to her, helping her stand up from her chair, then held that hand as he led her away from the pool and back to the resort.  They didn’t speak again as they rode the elevator up to their room, still holding hands, but the moment they were behind closed doors they let go and walked their separate ways.  Y/N quickly covered her swimsuit-clad body with a robe as Steve put on his shirt.  

“They’ll be at the resort ball tonight,” Y/N started, sitting down and pulling out the little screen from her purse.  The screen projected a holographic map of the resort layout, focusing on the ballroom.  “There’s multiple rooms they could go to just off the ballroom to meet in and do the exchange,” she said, pointing at the different rooms.  

“So we’ll just need to be paying close attention,” Steve said, sounding annoyed as he sat across from her, looking at the map intently.

“Or,” Y/N said suggestively, “I could cozy up to Frat boy.”

Steve’s eyes darkened.  “On our honeymoon?”

Y/N rolled her eyes.  “I won’t initiate it, just be in the right place at the right time,” she said.  “Don’t get jealous now, fake husband.”

Steve rolled his eyes.  “Just don’t wanna blow our cover, fake wife.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Y/N reassured him.  

***

That night Y/N headed towards the ballroom alone.  She wanted to give off the idea that she was alone at first, giving the Frat boy false hope.  She placed herself in his line of sight, sipping on a glass of champagne.  She’d gotten dressed and left before Steve was ready or could see her.  She had a feeling that if he’d seen this dress she’d have gotten a Captain-ly talking to.  The dress was blood red with curve-hugging ruffles that moved with her like waves as she walked.  It had a thigh high slit running up her left leg, and a low bust line that she had to use boob tape to keep in place, showing way too much cleavage.  The Frat boy’s eyes found her quickly, widening then darkening as he eye-fucked her.  She gave him a flirty smile, turning back to the bar and jutting her hip out, showing off the loose strapped-up back of the dress.

Within moments she felt fingers tickle up her spine.  “Hey beautiful,” the Frat boy greeted her, his fingers moving from her back to down her arm.

“Hey,” Y/N replied, keeping a smile.

“I’m Jack Malick,” he introduced himself, reaching out for her hand.

“Tess,” she replied easily, shaking his hand.

“No last name?” he probed.

“You’ll have to earn that,” she teased.

Jack chuckled and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles.  “Oh I plan on it,” he said.  “Though I could have sworn I saw you at the pool earlier today with someone.”

Y/N smirked at his reaching.  “Yes, my husband.  We’re on our honeymoon.”

“And where’s said husband now?” Jack said, glancing around.

“Oh, having a pity party in the suite upstairs,” Y/N waved noncommittally.  “Married squabbles.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that,” Jack smirked, not looking the least bit sorry.  “How about I buy you a drink?”

“Thank you,” Y/N nodded.

She spent a good amount of time schmoozing Jack, and he brought her back over to his group of other frat boy-looking bodyguards.  She flirted with him, waiting for the Hydra agent to appear.  Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long, seeing him coming close with a small silver case.  “Ah, there you are,” Jack greeted him.  “Come on, beautiful,” he pulled her up and led her towards one of the side rooms, the agent following him while the bodyguards stayed put.  She followed him, taking a quick look around.  She saw Steve watching her from the bar, a scowl on his face.  She winked at him and saw him start moving along the edge of the packed dance floor.  Jack guided her into a conference room with the agent and locked the door behind him.  “You just stand over there looking pretty while I handle some business real quick,” he said to her.

Y/N nodded and stepped to the other side of the long table while Jack turned to the agent and talked to him quietly.  She tried listening but could only get snippets of the conversation before she glanced and saw the exchange of the agent’s case while Jack typed into his phone.  He took the case from the agent then shook his hand, the agent walking out and Jack locking the door again.  He approached Y/N with the case, opening it and pulling out a small vial.  “You up for a real party, Tess?” he asked, opening the vial.

Her eyes widened at how nonchalantly he handled the bioweapon.  “What is it?” she asked.

“The best aphrodisiac on the planet,” he replied.  He wound an arm around her waist, pulling her against him as he lifted the vial to her mouth.

“I don’t take random drugs,” Y/N said, trying to push away.  

“You’ll like this, beautiful,” Jack said, handling her more harshly.  “Pleasure beyond control.  I’ll have you sucking me off for hours.”

He shoved the vial to her mouth.  Y/N tried to keep her lips closed, but he was faster and forced it past her lips.  She yelped as the liquid in the vial hit her tongue while Jack held a hand over her mouth to stop her from spitting it out.  A loud wrenching sound came from the door and Steve barrelled in, a murderous glare on his face as he zeroed in on Jack.  “Get your hands off my wife,” he growled, nearly throwing himself across the room and tackling Jack away from Y/N.  She fell back, giving a wide breadth to Steve as he quickly knocked Jack unconscious.  She tried spitting out the liquid, but it felt like it was absorbed into her tongue, leaving a minty burning sensation.  

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, hurriedly moving to her, holding her face in his hands.

“It’s in me!” Y/N said frantically, her eyes wide as she gripped his wrists.  “He forced me to drink the bioweapon.”

Steve’s eyes widened and he frowned.  “Fuck,” he swore.  He grabbed the empty vial and put it back in the small silver case, closing it and grabbing her hand, pulling her off the floor.  “Let’s get back to the room.”  

Y/N nodded absentmindedly.  She didn’t feel any different so far.  Well, she was feeling hot, but then again it could just be the rush of adrenaline from what had just happened, or her fear at what could happen to her from the bioweapon.  They knew so little about it that the information Jack had given her was all they had to go off of.

“He said it was the best aphrodisiac on the planet,” she said quietly once they reached the elevator.  Steve looked down at her worriedly.  “He called it ‘pleasure beyond control,’ and that he would have me sucking him off for hours.”

Steve’s frown deepened, his jaw ticking.  She stared at his jaw.  God thats so fucking hot.  “What?” he asked, looking surprised.

“What?” Y/N replied, looking at him confusedly.

“You just said…nevermind,” Steve said, shaking his head then pulling her out of the elevator to their room.  She stumbled to the couch in the main room of the suite, fanning herself with her hand as Steve double checked the vials in the case.  He walked over and kneeled in front of her, his hands going back to her face.  “How are you feeling?” he asked, looking her over carefully.

“Hot,” Y/N said, her breathing getting heavier.  “Is the heat on?”

Steve shook his head as he held the back of his hand up to forehead.  “Jesus, you’re burning up,” he whispered.  He went to the little kitchen area and grabbed the ice in the freezer of the refrigerator, bringing it back and holding it against the back of her neck.  Y/N sighed at the cool ice on her scorching skin.  The ice melted fast.  

“Fuck, I’m…everything feels like it’s burning,” she whimpered.  She shivered when the first wave of pleasure wracked through the lower half of her body.  “Holy shit!”

“What?  What’s wrong?” Steve asked, sounding more worried by the second.  

Y/N started shaking as what felt like a small orgasm rippled through her pussy.  “Oh my god,” she moaned.  Steve looked at her incredulously.  “Please don’t judge me,” she whined as she peered up at him.  He shook his head.  “I’m…fuck, I’m so horny it hurts,” she huffed as her pussy fluttered around nothing.

“You’re…I’m sorry, what?” Steve frowned.

“Steve!” she cried out as she nearly came again.  She laid back against the couch.  “Please, get this off,” she said, pulling at the straps of the dress, freeing her breasts that were feeling more sensitive and sore by the second.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Steve scoffed as he looked away when she started stripping herself.  “I…I don’t know what to do.”

Y/N started crying, a big, fat, ugly cry, heavy sobs making her chest heave.  She was panicking.  Steve helped her get the dress completely off, and as he helped pull down the positively soaked thong she was wearing his fingers brushed against her inner thigh and she moaned loudly.  He looked at her with a stunned expression.  “I think…I think you need to help me,” Y/N sniffled.  

“How?” Steve whispered, his eyes raking down her naked body hungrily.

“Touch me…please!” Y/N shuddered again as her pussy clenched.  Steve exhaled sharply.  “You’ve been good at it until this point pretending to be my husband.  Please just fuck me like a husband would.  God fucking dammit!” she yelled, the pain rolling in her belly.

Steve paused for just a moment then leaned down and picked her up off the couch, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom.  They’d been sharing the bed because it was a huge California King size, but never gotten much closer than they had while out in public pretending.  He gently laid her down on the bed, then stepped back and started stripping himself.  “Okay, honey,” he said lowly, using the pet name he called her as his fake wife.  “I’ll take care of it,” he huffed, kicking off his pants and boxers.  Y/N looked down and gasped.  He was huge everywhere, and she felt herself get embarrassingly wetter at the sight.  He climbed on the bed and hovered over her.  “One last time, are you sure about this?” he asked, his eyes narrowed and his lips tight.  Y/N nodded, reaching up and running her hands down his large chest.  “Words, Y/N,” he commanded, using his stern Captain voice on her.  

“YES!  Fuck!” she screamed, her voice sounding gravelly with how much she’d been grunting and fighting back moans.  “Steve please!”

Steve nodded and looked down at her pussy finally.  “Holy shit you’re soaked,” he breathed.  He gripped his hard cock and rubbed it through her lower lips, coating himself in her slick.  “You ready?” he asked.  

“Yeah…yeah yeah yeah yeah,” she begged, her hips itching to have him fill her.

Steve started to push in, moaning loudly at how wet she was and how easily he was able to slide in.  “Holy FUCK honey!” he grunted, fully filling her in one thrust. 

The pain in Y/N’s belly significantly subsided once he was inside her, and she sighed heavily.  “Fuck me,” she whined, her hands scratching down his back to his ass, pulling him into her.  

“Yes ma’am,” Steve chuckled, then snapped his hips.  Y/N was a moaning, babbling, incoherent mess, her tears finally stopping but her body shaking under him with each thrust.  Steve’s super soldier stamina came to play as he helped her cum once, twice, three times, each time as her pussy clenched around him making him shudder, but he refused to cum yet.  

After her third orgasm he moved her to lay on her side with both her legs perpendicular to his hips, entering back into her quickly.  He smacked her ass over and over again, pulling wanton groans and dirty words from her mouth.  Steve pulled her top leg up straight and hooked her foot behind his neck, creating a deeper angle to reach inside her.  His fingers expertly played with her pussy as he fucked her, flicking her clit then tapping it quickly before rubbing it gently.  The arm she had tucked underneath her moved to grip her own hair as her hand closest to him gripped his bicep holding her leg up.  “Steve…” she whispered, her eyes rolling back for the umpteenth time.

“That’s it, honey, give me more,” Steve growled, a sweat finally breaking on his brow.  “You can do that, right?  Just one more?  I’m so close.  God you’re so pretty,” he kissed her calf, nipping at her ankle.  “I’ve been wanting to do this forever, you know that?”

Y/N looked up at him in surprise.  “You have?” she panted.

“Yeah,” he smiled down at her.  He put her leg back down and leaned over her, kissing her arm and grabbing her breast closest to him, sucking her nipple into his mouth, making her keen.  He continued his kisses up her sternum to her neck, sucking at her neck and licking her jaw.  “Been wanting you for so long, honey.  Pretending to be your husband?  I wasn’t pretending,” he smirked at her.  “I volunteered to do this mission when I found out it was going to be with you.”

Y/N’s mouth was agape in shock, her brow furrowing as her pussy fluttered once again, warning about her next orgasm.  Steve shivered when he felt it.  “I wasn’t pretending either,” she whispered, looking at him hopefully.

Steve fully smiled.  “Will you be mine, Y/N?” he asked, his thrusts becoming hurried.

“Fuck yeah,” Y/N smiled back at him.

Steve repositioned himself so he could reach her lips and kissed her deeply, his hips smacking into her so his cock hit that spot deep inside just enough while his fingers flicked her clit just right and she came again, screaming his name against his lips.  Steve finally came right after her with a raspy, loud moan, filling her so much that his cum flowed from between them, making a mess on the bed.  The broiling pain and pleasure finally dimmed in Y/N’s body, and she slumped against the bed in exhaustion.  She almost passed out, and on the edges of her consciousness felt Steve kiss her cheek before pulling out of her.  He left for only a moment before she felt the bed dip and a warm washcloth against her core as he cleaned her up, wiping up what he could from the bed.  A few moments later he was climbing into the bed with her again, pulling the blanket up to cover her and him as he pulled her into snuggle against him.  “Rest honey…my wife,” he whispered in her ear. 

[joelsmochi]

come get this pollen - joel miller

pairing: beekeeper!joel x f!reader summary: with tommy hosting the bbq this year, that leaves joel in charge of one thing: you. inspired by this tweet | can be read by itself, but if you crave more beekeeper!joel read parts one & two ;) warnings: 18+ bc smut duh, not proofread, reader being reckless & gross in front of Sarah (let us pls remember & acknowledge how unrealistic this dynamic is 🙏🏽🙏🏽), joel is a perv what’s new?, honey play (yeast infections don’t exist in this timeline heheheheheh), brief breeding kink, oral (m+f), overstimulation, unprotected rough piv, pet names, sort of? established relationship, catching people and getting caught, joel "disciplining" you and absolutely slutting you out!!!!!!!, a little bit of corny humor at the end word count: 3.7k a/n: erm... ik it's late but i literally started writing this the morning AFTER the fourth ijbol. final part i will plan for this series for now but i’m always open for requests <3

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You greeted Tommy and Maria at Joel's door with smiles and hugs, noticing the pair of chubby cheeks attached to the woman's hip.

"And who's this little fella?" You cooed, reaching for the baby once Maria held him out for you.

"This is Jackson," Maria answers. "He'll be six months in a few days."

With wide eyes you smile at the gleaming baby now resting on your waist, cooing little praises at him and bouncing your body to earn a few giggles. "Well you are just the cutest little thing I've ever seen, yesyouare."

You catch up with the couple and walk around Joel's house for just a few minutes until Jackson started reaching for Maria; you said bye-bye and made your way up to Sarah's bedroom.

"Sarah do y—EW!"

You slammed the door shut and stood frozen in the hallway, ignoring Sarah's protests for you to knock on a closed door next time.

"Sorry, I forget you can't exactly white-sock-it at your dad's house," you begrudgingly joked.

Sarah whipped the door open with a pissed off look plastered on her face, her boyfriend having a seemingly more embarrassed look.

"What do you need?"

With a grimace you asked, "Do you still have that dress that I left over here last weekend?"

She rolled her deep brown eyes, knowing you were just trying to catch her father's perverted eye, and stomped away, leaving her distressed and disheveled boyfriend in your view. He awkwardly smiled and offered a wave that just made you want to crawl into a hole and die, but you opted to stiffly smile back.

Before you could register anything else the dress was being thrown into your face and the door was slammed shut again.

"Bitch," you mumbled underneath your breath as you walked into the bathroom.

You shimmied out of your American Eagle shorts and tank top; slipping into the short dress, you couldn't help but notice how bunched up your underwear looked beneath the fabric. You tried pulling them up higher, folding the hem, hell you even gave yourself the world's deepest wedgie just to fail at concealing the grey article of clothing.

You grunted, really not wanting to wear those shorts again because your thighs seemed to swallow the hems whole every time you sat down, but what else would conceal your seamless panties that decided to appear as granny panties today?

You could ask Sarah for a pair, but that was just weird. You could just deal with it, but you knew you wouldn't stop thinking about it. You could just go commando, but...

"Fuck it," you mumbled when you couldn't think of a con to go without undergarments.

You slithered out of your panties and wrapped your clothes around them, discarding them in Joel's room on your way back downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Hey, 'bout time you found me," he greeted.

He glanced out of the patio door, sneaking a kiss with you when no one was watching.

"Sorry. I was saying hi to Sarah and Alex," you lied.

"Mmm, you smell good," he said against your lips after catching a whiff of your shampoo. "Look good too. You want somethin' to drink?"

You trailed behind him to the fridge, wrapping your arms around his soft waist. "Yeah, but it's not gonna be in there," you teased.

He chuckled, pulling out an iced tea for you, and not responding. He’s playing hard to get.

“Mm,” you hummed, stepping onto your tippy toes to brush your lips against the shell of his ear. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

He chuckled, poker face in full effect. “Good girl,” was the last thing he said before walking into the hallway towards the backyard, leaving a disappointed you in the kitchen alone.

The day went by slow enough, and yet you were unable to find that window of opportunity to get Joel alone. He was constantly helping or talking to someone — holding the baby so Maria could go get the door. Preparing more burger patties for Tommy. Offering a smile or two to women who expressed interest in him, or a laugh about golf with the men.

You were stuck listening to Sarah’s friends from college rant and rave about… Whatever they were into. You genuinely tried to listen but it was hard to keep up with how many like’s and literally’s and bro’s and duh’s they felt the need to use.

Alex called your name, catching your attention. “Why don’t you and my boy Johnnie hang out sometime? You’re single right?”

A stiff smile tugged on your cheeks, and your eyes flickered to Sarah for help, but her’s only widened slightly.

“Uh, no. No. Not single,” you blabbered. “Sorry.”

“Oh— well, who’re dating?”

“Uhhhhhhhh… He’s an older guy, you wouldn’t really know him.”

“Oh,” Alex said.

“H-how much older?” Johnnie chimed in, looking a little bummed.

You accidentally laughed, unable to contain your nerves. “Like… Fifties,” you said too quietly.

“Huh?”

“Firework time!” Tommy shouted.

“Thank, God,” both you and Sarah said to each other.

“Sorry!” She said after jogging to stand next to you. “I totally fucking blanked.”

“It’s fine,” you exhaled, “I just couldn’t come up with a better lie.”

“Wait, so are you dating my dad?”

You shrugged. “Eh. It’s not official if that’s what you mean.”

“I just wanna make sure I’m not gonna have to choose between my best friend and my dad,” she explained.

“You’d totally pick me though. Right?” You asked hopefully, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Totally,” she repeated with a warm smile.

You looked through the small crowd in seek of Joel, finding him standing on the left side of whatever explosive his brother was packing into the ground. His eyes found yours and he gave you a subtle smile, eyes trailing over the dress that squeezed your breasts and hugged your waist. He shot you a wink before reluctantly looking away, playfully flicking the lighter in his dominant hand.

“Is it cool if I stand go see your dad?” You asked.

“Don’t leave me with them, they’ll ask questions,” Sarah quietly pleaded with a strong tug on your arm.

“Then go with me!” You whispered back. “Tell them you wanna be in the family videos.”

She deadpanned you. “Now you manage to come up with a good lie?”

“Oh! Just do it!”

Your body apologetically moved through the small swarm of people, unsuspectingly making your way over to Joel with Sarah right behind you.

“Light ‘em up,” Tommy told Joel.

Soon after there was that familiar loud whistle rutting against your eardrums, a hissing sound traveling into the sky before the different colors spiraled into a nonsensical design. Kids shouted joyfully, aside from the Jensen’s baby who let out a small cry, and scattered conversation filled the remaining space of empty sound.

You felt more comfortable in Joel’s presence, even when his attention wasn’t completely on you, and even more with your best friend by your side.

You could smell the cheap body spray you picked out for him when you were at Walmart alone a few weeks ago. It took some convincing, but eventually he promised to wear it for you at some point.

It smelled even better being mixed with his musk and pheromones and the layer of sweat he always seemed to have in the Texas heat.

His brown t-shirt proven too tight around his biceps, nestling against his broad shoulder blades with a thin stripe of sweat resting along his spine.

You felt a small gush, suddenly regaining awareness of the fact that you had no panties on right now. Your cheeks beamed a deep red, legs clenching as you tried to smear the precum instead of letting it trickle down your thighs.

Right now your perfectly clean, soft, cum catching Victoria’s Secret cheekies were collecting Joel’s dust in Joel’s room next to Joel’s bed, and you felt absolutely agonizingly exposed even though the only person that knew you were commando was you.

But then Joel’s laugh caught your attention, eyes being drawn back to the curve of his soft tummy, and you decided to use your naked dilemma to your advantage.

But how could we get from point A to point Tease?

“Sarah, you wanna light a firework?” Tommy shouted.

“Hell! No!” She yelled, gaining a couple of disappointed looks from people but a chuckle from you. “I’ve seen people blowing their hands off. Unh-unh, no thanks Uncle Tommy.”

“Agh. Come onnn,” Joel urged. “Don’t be a pussy.”

“Name calling won’t work this time,” she retorted.

“What about’chu?” Joel asked, a daunting look in his dark eyes.

Bend over, give him a little show just to risk losing a limb? Sign me up, you thought.

“Sure, why not?”

You gently pulled the yellow lighter from Joel’s hot hand, brushing your ass against his lower belly as you went to stand in front of him.

“I just light the red thing?” You asked Tommy.

“Yeah, ‘n do it at an angle so you don’t blow your fingers off,” he said nonchalantly.

“O…kay?”

You bent over, slow enough to ensure the skirt of your dress not popping up. You flicked the lighter, forcing a flame to appear, and held it to the red string sticking out.

Just as the string caught the flame, you felt a breeze ghost over your slick cunt, and Joel let out a strained sigh loud enough for you to hear from where you were.

You took a few steps away and backed into Joel’s frame “accidentally”. Everyone watched in awe as the red’s and blue’s filled the black sky for a few seconds, while Tommy set up another firework for you to light.

You bent over a little more subtly, but still enough to give Joel’s something to look at.

After hopping back between Joel and Sarah once the next explosive went up, you gave Joel’s his lighter back and grinned real wide at him.

But when you turned back to face your best friend, all but a pleasant look wore her face.

“You guys are disgusting,” she spat. “Where are your panties?”

“I had to take them off because they looked like a dirty diaper.”

“Ugh, you are so lucky I love you,” she said with her face in her hands.

You kissed her cheek and behaved yourself for a few more minutes, but as the night grew darker the wetter you became. You needed to get Joel alone now or you would become inconsolable.

“Can I light one more?”

Joel nodded, offering you the lighter once more, and Sarah had to fight the urge to throw her hands up in the air.

You bent over once more, this time leaving a hand on the crease on your ass.

Come on, Joel thought, give me a peek of that pretty hole.

And you did just that; while everyone was watching the firework spiral into the air Joel watched you tug your ass to the side, revealing your small hole that glistened.

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, fighting the growing bulge in his Levi’s.

You told Sarah to try lighting one, and she reluctantly agreed to; you stayed until it went off before excusing yourself inside the house.

Making your way into to the kitchen, you tried your best to quickly wipe up the mess that covered your inner thighs, but a hand gripped your forearm.

You screeched, but let out a sigh of relief when you saw it was just Joel.

Without hesitation you got on your knees and looked up at him as if you had no idea what you’d done. You reached for his pants, but he swatted your hand away and carried you onto the island counter, pushing your chest to make you lay down.

Before you could question it his lips inhaled your clit, sucking it a little too hard and making your body jolt.

You searched for his eyes, but the darkness in the room swallowed every fine detail you sought whenever Joel landed between your legs, forcing you to just focus on the feeling.

His heavy tongue licked a quick line from the bottom of your sticky slit to the hood of your clit, pulling the little nub into his hot mouth again. Suckling it until you threatened him with a breathy moan.

He pulled back and popped his rough hand on your clit, the stinging causing you to bite your lip and quiet yourself.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” he harshly whispered.

“Need you—“

“Shut up,” he repeated firmly before diving back into your heated core again.

You tried reaching to tug at his hair but he swatted your hands away once more; you were blindly searching for something along the slab of marble to grip onto, accidentally knocking over a jar of something sticky.

You frantically tried to put the jar back up but Joel was sucking your pussy to hard and deliciously. Eventually you fixed the spilled issue, recognizing the texture as Joel’s silky honey from his beehives.

“Here,” you moaned, shoving your fingers beneath his swollen lips.

He hummed in approval, slurping up the remnants from your trembling digits. You gripped the edge of the countertop and bucked your hips, Joel’s nose nestling into the throbbing edges of your clit.

Shaking his head to intensify the pleasure, his nose tickled your little bundle of nerves, that orgasmic tingling climbing the edge of release.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” you moaned softly.

That made him groan and eat you more sloppy than ever before. The obscene noises between his thick tongue and your slobbering pussy was filthy, disgusting almost.

Your moans were silenced behind your gritted teeth, legs burying Joel’s face deeper into your pulsing core, and he ensured his nose would continue rutting against your clit.

Your cry of euphoria was covered by a loud firework; Joel recognized that moan. You were cumming, leaking juices and honey into his mouth like a dam being released for the first time ever.

He lapped it up like a thirsty dog, not even savoring the taste before he found the urge to start slurping up your already sensitive clit again.

You whined, arms flailing in a poor attempt to remove his head.

It hurt it hurt it hurt so fucking bad.

But you couldn’t fight the grip Joel’s had around your thighs. The more you wiggled the more sensitive you became. You whined, accepting your fate and allowing your legs to tremble against his touch.

He made you endure the worst of it: the pain that swallowed you whole and antagonized every nerve ending in your body.

You’d fight harder if it were anyone else, but Joel elicited submission from you. You’d have him punish you anyway he deemed justified if it meant you got to have him.

You gurgled on your saliva, choking on your strained moans.

It was only until he’d had lost too much oxygen that he finally alleviated you from your suffering.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees,” he huffed, dropping his pants and boxers to his ankles.

You eagerly listened, feeling his hand grip your hair and force your eyes to look into his.

“Little fuckin’ slut wants to tease me in front’a everybody? Hmm? You thinks it’s okay to spread your fuckin’ pussy like that?”

He found the glass jar that was coated in the sweet nectar, holding it up in the moonlight for you to see.

“Look at the mess you made, baby,” he said in a mocking tone. “Gonna have to clean it up.”

Joel tipped the jar, pouring more than enough honey all over his painfully hard cock.

Your mouth watered, saliva pooling at the corners of your lips at the mere thought of the taste.

“Clean it up with your mouth for me, baby… Hands behind your back.”

You listened to his instructions, waffling your fingers together against the small of your back and curling your tongue against his velvety mushroom cockhead.

The salty taste made you moan, eyes narrowing up at his own. The slight glow of moonlight showing off the teardrops of honey dangling from his girthy shaft.

After you licked your yearning lips you took him into your mouth, gagging at the sickly sweet taste of too much honey.

“Ah, baby,” he whimpered. “Want me to fuck that cute little face a’yours?”

“M—mmhm,” you gurgled.

“Yeah?”

He held your head in place and thrusted into your drooling mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat with a lack of mercy.

Tears stung your eyes, excessive amounts of honey glossing over your trembling chin.

“You poor thing. Was that pretty little pussy dripping for me all day?”

You gurgled again, gagging on your hums of confirmation, nodding your dizzy head as he continued to fuck your face.

“Awwwh, such a needy little slut,” he cooed. “Need this cock deeper in that mouth, hmm?”

You nodded even more assuringly than before, moaning around his thick shaft. You blew bubbles of spit around his cock, keep his cock slippery enough to glide down your throat.

His breath was shaky, both hands now on your head, and soon after your throat was being stretched beyond its limits. You gagged around him, tears now flooding your puffy cheeks.

You reached up to give his heavy balls a decent tug, then squeezed them until you received a moan from his strained throat.

He growled when he yanked his cock from your throat, holding your head steady as you worked your way through your coughing fit.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he moaned throat gritted teeth, squatting to be eye level with you. He smacked your jaw once, twice, three times before licking the honey and tears from your face, sloppy kisses being shared occasionally. “Such a fucking good little slut.”

“Just for you,” you whimpered.

“Oh really?” He laughed cruelly. “That why you were showin’ the world your pussy?”

“Jus’ you,” you assured.

“Yeah? We’ll see about that.”

He stood you up and bent you over the counter, stretching the fabric of your dress from pulling it up to hard.

He pinched your pussy lips and leaned onto your back after you screeched.

“Who else you tryna show this pretty little thing to?”

“Ah— fuck. Ju— you, baby. Just you.”

Joel released his grip on your cunt, pushing his tip between your sore lips. Despite the slight burn, he filled you quickly and smoothly.

“Look at this fucking pussy,” he moaned. “Mmhmm. Fuckin’ swallowing my cock like a good little thing. This pussy’s all mine?”

“Yes!” You cried out.

Your weight rested entirely on your stomach, feet swinging in the air, head bobbing and hip painfully bumping into the corner of the surface.

“She’s all mine, baby?” He asked again.

“YESyesyesyes!”

His wrapped a hand around your open mouth, muffling your cries before they turned into screamed.

“Good job, babydoll,” he smiled. “Good job. You’re doing such a good job takin’ this fucking cock.”

“S’big,” you muffled into his clammy hand.

“Goddamn. I got you this wet, baby? Oh, you musta been clenching those pretty legs all day thinkin’ ‘bout me.“

You knew he was talking to himself, using you like a fucktoy. You loved when he fucked you hard, opposing his usual routine of being gentle. He always made you feel good, but when you really needed it he knew how to wear you out.

And it was dumb, really — him forcing you to keep quiet though if it were even just a little more quiet outside everyone would hear the sound of your ass clapping against his tummy pudge.

But it wasn’t about being quiet, it almost never is. It was about keeping you disciplined.

Joel’s thick fingerpads found your clit, pinching the sensitive nub before rubbing big, deep circles.

You clawed at the hand on your mouth, legs looping around his tense hairy legs to balance yourself.

“Yeah, take that cock, slut,” he whispered against your earlobe. “Actin’ all desperate for me. Gonna fuckin’ breed this perfect pussy.”

His filthy words made your knees buckle and your eyes roll back. Your gummy walls clenched around him, thick white cream coating his honey drenched cock.

Joel could feel your clit throbbing between his clumsy fingers, he watched your back rise and fall quickly as your pussy squelched around him from your orgasm.

He gave you one final hard thrust, a rope of his cum shooting into you, his cock throbbing, begging for more release.

“Tell me it’s mine,” he said tiredly.

“It’s all yours, baby. Fu- it’s yoursyoursyours! I belong to you. I fucking belong to you, my pussy was made for you!”

He started thrusting somewhere in the midst of your cock drunk babbles, grunting loudly as he filled you with his warm seed.

“I’m all yours, Joel,” you repeated softly as he finished.

“Yo, Joel, what the— fuck?!”

You ducked below the counter and held your mouth while Joel fixed his pants. Of all people that could’ve walked in it had to be his brother?

Actually, the more you thought about it the better it seemed.

You stared up at Joel’s blank expression and rolled your eyes before standing up.

“Sorry,” you grimaced. “I stole him. Just tell everyone I got sick and he was making sure I was alright.”

“Why is their honey all over the fucking counter?!” Tommy asked as he picked up the sticky jar.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” Joel said.

“No,” the younger man said in disbelief.

You both just stared at him and shrugged.

“How long were we gone?” You asked after Tommy finished berating Joel.

“Like twenty minutes, why?”

“We said we were gonna try that one position next time,” you reminded Joel.

Joel frowned for a moment before remembering the complicated position you stumbled upon a few days prior. He looked to Tommy with a smile.

“No,” he firmed answered.

Joel sighed turning back to you. “Tomorrow, baby.”

“Fine. I’m gonna go get a shower.”

You gave Joel one last kiss and said goodnight to Tommy before heading upstairs.

“Sarah’s best friend?” Tommy questioned as the two men made their way back outside.

Joel, who was still wearing that big smile said, “I know. She’s hot, right?”

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everything abt ur work is so so soooo good!!! do u think if u have the time u could write smth abt chan making the reader squirt? hehe n ofc w the daddy kink too

anyways i love u have a great day!!

does it feel like a big one?

pairing: daddy!chan x princess!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2ss and ~1k words

warnings: daddy kink, pet names, squirting, fingering, toys, praise, edging, i changed the word ‘potty’ to ‘pee’ since some of yall can’t handle the word ‘potty’ im tired of being attacked for it

an: god i’m so fucking feral. idek if this is any good. i wrote it in a needy haze, i blacked out. idk what happened. anon, thanks for your request. loving you. ♡

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and that’s how you ended up here.

it had started off slow, your gentle daddy rubbing his hands against your skin, his fingertips ghosting over every inch of your naked body. he teased a little. his fingers would glide over your mound but only for a second, before they were traveling back up your tummy. he would circle his fingers around your bare nipples, squeezing your breasts softly in his palms.

he kissed your lips, smiling against them, before kissing down to your chest. his kisses feather light as he moved farther down. you thought he may put his mouth on your most sensitive area. you hoped he would. but it was just more faint kisses. more teasing.

“why are you so squirmy, baby? huh?”

you couldn’t keep your legs still, couldn’t keep your hips still. your body was in search of him. in need of him. you whined.

“nuh uh. no whining, remember?” he gently scolded. “daddy is just getting started.”

he spread your legs and knelt on the mattress between them. you were fully open for him and you were wet. he could see it, and you could feel it. the air in the room feeling suddenly cold on your sensitive lips.

he ran his fingertips along your thighs, up between your legs, ghosting over your damp sex, until he finally touched you. a real touch. with his index finger, he rubbed soft circles against your clit. he watched as your body reacted, your legs trying to clamp shut around his arm, but he held them in place.

“so sensitive, princess.” he breathed. “that’s good. that’s what we want for this.”

his fingers traveled down and dipped ever so slightly in your pool of arousal, but he didn’t penetrate. the feeling still sent shivers over your whole body.

“you are so beautiful.” he said, leaning down to kiss your tummy. he couldn’t help himself. he wanted to kiss you all over. wanted to shove his tongue inside you. but he had to wait. he had to be patient.

he leaned over you and grabbed the toy off the nightstand. it was just a little vibrating wand. you hummed in anticipation. “mm your eyes got wide at this, baby.” he said, clicking the device on, a quiet buzzing filling your ears. “you want this?”

you nodded, frantically. but that wasn’t enough. “words baby.”

“please, daddy. i want it. please.”

your begging went straight to his cock. your high pitched, watery pleas for him to give you what you want made him ache.

he pressed the toy against you clit for a second before pulling it away. your body convulsed. he pressed it to you again, only for a second. he did this a few times before finally leaving it against you, letting it do its work. it didn’t take long for you to reach the edge.

“don’t you dare cum, baby.” he warned. “you tell daddy when you’re close.”

“i’m close! i’m close!” you immediately yelled. and he pulled his hand away. he gave you a moment to relax, running the vibrator up your tummy and around your nipples before eventually bringing it back to your puffy little clit.

he held it there again, and after a minute or two, you were warning him again of your impending orgasm. he brought you to the edge 3 or 4 times before he slowly slipped his fingers inside your drippy hole.

you babbled incoherently as he slid 2 fingers inside you, curling them up to touch your favorite spot. “i think you’re ready, princess.”

his fingers felt so good, you were finally getting some stimulation. your body was so on edge. you felt so.. full. but not in the way you were used to. you felt full in a way that needed release. he started to slide his fingers in and out, gradually getting faster. he brought the vibrator back to your clit as he continued to finger you.

“oh my god..” you whined. “fuck..”

“careful with your language baby.” he warned. “it just feels so good, huh?”

you nodded, your fists gripping the sheets, your eyes squeezed shut as your head turned back and forth. he could feel you clamping down on his fingers, making it hard for him to move them.

“are you gonna cum baby?” he asked. “does it feel like a big one?”

“mhm.” you said. “it.. it feels like i need to pee.”

“that’s okay, angel. you just relax and let it go, okay? can you do that for me?” his fingers pumped in and out of you, your clit was almost numb from the constant vibration, and wet squelching sounds filled the room. “you can do it baby. cum for daddy.”

as you started to moan louder and louder, your body shaking, liquid started to pool around his fingers. he pulled them out quickly, leaving the vibrator on your clit. your release squirted out, coating the bed and his chest and arms in creamy little droplets.

“fuck.” he panted. “there you go, baby. good girl.”

it came in waves as your orgasm crashed over you. as your body convulsed, more would squirt out until you were empty. your body went limp. he turned the vibrator off, gently leaning down to kiss your skin, anywhere he could reach. your tummy, your chest, your neck, your jaw.

“are you doin okay, little one?” he asked.

you nodded, trying to catch your breath.

“you did it.” he said, kissing your temple. “daddy’s so proud of you. i knew you could do it. and it was so hot, baby.”

your eyes fluttered open, and you turned your head to face him. “really?”

his plush lips met yours. “yes really. you’re so sexy, baby. so perfect.”

“mm” you hummed, rubbing your nose against his. “love you, daddy.”

“i love you, princess.” he rutted into you, his clothed cock rubbing against your thigh. “you gonna let daddy use you now?” he asked. “i’ll be quick. let me fill you up, baby.”

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i’m obviously not a squirt expert lol this is just from my experience.

♡ pls reblog if you liked it! it truly helps a lot and makes me smile :) ♡

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KINKTOBER DAY 29 — THREESOME

PAIRING: jake x fem!reader x jeno

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, facefucking, cunnilingus, breeding, threesome, usage of nicknames, jake and jeno are step brothers (not yours).

WC: 1.2k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! this is purely self indulgent atp, but i hope you guys will like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

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“Jake, stop! What if he hears us?”

You gasped, asking him to stop, but your fingers only pulled him closer to leave featherlight kisses all over your neck. 

“He won’t, trust me,” Jake mumbled, too immersed in kissing down the expanse of your skin to worry about his step brother being home. 

The arrangement was new for him. His father had recently remarried, which means his stepbrother had to leave his old life behind and shift (along with his mom) to the new mansion, to Jake’s place. 

He didn’t interact with him a lot, the things were awkward and they were both well aware that it would take a while for them to come to terms with the new setting, so they tried to keep it decent by greeting each other whenever they crossed paths. 

As for you, it had barely been a week since you and Jake got into the friends with benefits arrangement, having met through a mutual friend at a party last week, which led to a crazy night with him and hence, the new proposition, which finally brings you to Jake’s place. 

He was sure that there wasn’t anyone else at home. His parents were out for their honeymoon trip, and his step brother was nowhere to be found when he last checked the place, which was before you arrived. 

With his assurance, you let your moans get louder, moving your hips along his thigh, which was flexed to provide the perfect amount of friction to your bare cunt, your skirt ridden up to the waist. 

“Feels good?” He asked, accent deep as he pulled you up, throwing you on the bed and getting in between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you tighter, pulling your ass cheeks apart. 

Your mouth was open, eyes rolling back when he licked a big stripe of your cunt, groaning and mumbling about how sweet you tasted each time before prepping featherlight kisses all over your cunt, barely touching your clit to tease you. 

When you whined again, he gave in, sucking your clit and running his tongue up and down your folds. 

Unbeknownst to you both, there was someone standing right by the door, curious if there was something wrong with Jake, granted the noises coming from his room were muffled till he reached the door. 

Jeno didn’t mean to breach his privacy by any means, but he was curious and one look wouldn’t hurt anyone—which was his thinking. 

However, he did not expect to see his old fling in the bed with his new step brother, legs wide open as he ate you out. 

He cursed. Jeno had missed you too much when you had to leave the city to shift somewhere else, granted that sex with you was literally the best he used to have, but he never thought he’d find you here, especially in his brother’s bed. 

His body worked faster than his brain for once as he swung opened the door, grasping their attention. 

“Jeno what the fuck?” Jake’s eyes were wide. 

He paid Jake no attention, saying your name in a whisper as your expression mirrored Jake, but yours was more of a realization filled one rather than a horrified one. 

“Jeno—” you breathed out, your body on display for him. 

“You know each other?” Jake asked, glad he still had his clothes on for this interaction. 

Jeno didn’t answer, only striding forward to where you were on Jake’s bed, pulling you as you yelped, wasting no time in kissing you. Jake only scoffed, pushing Jeno off you. 

“She’s with me,” he said, possessiveness in his tone. 

“She’s been with me for years—” Jeno was smirking, and you gasped. 

“Guys, you don’t have to fight,” you said, looking at both of them before they turned to look at each other, clicking their tongues. 

“Want us both, huh? Still a needy little girl I see,” Jeno mocked, getting rid of his clothes just like Jake. 

“Want our cocks together, huh, princess?” Jake asked and you nodded, looking at them with shining eyes, whining to let them know how desperate you were. 

“You go first,” Jake said to Jeno without looking at him, while he flipped you around so your head was on his lap, right near to his cock. 

You gasped, “suck on it like a good girl,” Jake ordered, pushing his cock in your mouth, your eyes watering at how thick his cock was. 

At the very same time, you could feel slender fingers teasing your entrance, thrusting inside your pussy which had you moaning around Jake’s cock, “so wet,” Jeno mumbled, stroking his cock to lubricate it with your juices. 

“Fuck,” Jake groaned when you screamed at the stretch of Jeno’s cock, who had his hands wrapped around your waist as he pumped himself in and out of you. 

You couldn’t remember if you ever felt this full in your life before, mouth and cunt full of thick cocks had you drooling and clenching uncontrollably, “I missed this tight cunt,” Jeno rasped, pistoning harder.

“You like that, baby?” Jake chuckled, his thumb collecting your tear and taking it to his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. 

“Oh, yes she does,” Jeno smirked, spanking your ass, “she’s clenching like crazy, ever so desperate,” his deep voice only led you to your first orgasm, shaking harder when Jake let you breathe, pulling his cock out of your mouth. 

“Fuck! She’s dripping,” Jake observed, and Jeno let him take over switching positions so you were laying on your back. He sat down next to you, tapping your cheek to open your lips, pushing his cock in you for you to taste yourself. 

Jake didn’t wait either, the thickness making your back arch, brain clouded as deep grunts resonated the room, which felt misty with the scent of your activities. 

“That’s it, princess,” Jake cooed, slamming his hips on to yours, faster by each second, your toes curling and eyes closing with overstimulation, even more so when the two boys started playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting them, Jake paying attention to your sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles with the pad of his thumb. 

You felt as if you had reached the highest you could ever feel, being fucked dumb, their praises mixed with degradation only sent you to your edge, whiny curses leaving your lips in an incoherent manner. 

“Fill her up, she likes it,” Jeno said, his cock twitching in you, and Jake groaned, his own orgasm approaching. 

“Of course she likes it, look at her being a needy fucking mess for us,” Jake chuckled. 

Both of them couldn’t hold back any longer, and neither could you as Jake emptied his balls deep in your cunt, Jeno doing the same in your mouth, his cum leaking out of your mouth. 

You felt yourself blanking out, crying as you squirted all over Jake’s length before falling limp in their arms. 

They worked in sync, Jake caressing your back gently as Jeno got you water, and you looked at them with stars in your eyes as you breathed out, directing your words to both of them. 

“You own me now.”

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Sneaking Around - Stanford Pines Part 2

Thanks @doggosnoodles12 for requesting a part 2!

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4

Tags: NSFW, MDNI!

You were stocking the gift shop shelves. Stan was counting the day’s earning at the cash register behind you when you heard the vending machine swing open. Ford was there with a smile on his face. ‘Bastard’ you thought ‘at least he got to finish.’

It must be so easy to be a man, a quick jerk and he’s done. No need for all the theatrics like women. You hated him for it sometimes, but the thought clouded your mind. You could picture it because you’d seen it before.

He was sitting in the lab. You had watched him so thoughtfully as he stroked himself to you. Your eyes were wide, lips parted ever so slightly as you watched his hand move up and down his length. His stare had been on you, relishing in your flushed cheeks as you sat so close to him, pulling you in for a hot kiss as he came over his hands.

You busied your hands by straighten the bobbleheads on the shelf in front of you. That memory made your hands shake. You couldn’t force the thought of the difference between when he touches himself versus when you do. He was so much more responsive when it was your hand sliding and twisting down his cock than his own. The grunts were a turn on all their own. The way he thrust his hips into you hand was enough to make you gasp.

Nothing, however, compared to how he responded to your mouth. Little whimpers would escape him. His hands would be tangled in your hair as he tried his very best not to push you further down, but it sure felt good when your choked on him, the contraction of your throat mimicking the throbs of your body, breathtaking.

“Busy day?” Ford asked as he crossed over to his brother.

Stan gave a grunt in response, “Would’ve made more money if you weren’t stealing my girl to look at that quantum destabilizer.” By his tone, you could tell Stan was trying not to get angry. He was doing his best to mend fences with his brother, “You better watch her with that thing. One wrong move and, boom, she’s in a lot of trouble.”

A bobble head clattered to the ground at his comment. Both of their gazes were on you, “Sorry.”

Ford gave a soft chuckle, “I watch her very closely. I wouldn’t want her to get hurt.”

Oh, he watched you. He loved watching you, studying how each flick of his tongue caused your face to contort in pleaser. He watched himself slip in and out of you with ease. He made you so wet. He watched when you became so desperate and needy when he tormented you, grinding yourself against his thigh when you could no longer hold yourself back. Yeah, he watched you.

Hurt. No. He’d never hurt you. He could be rough. His fingers often left six little bruises on each hip. You could recall a six fingered, hand-shaped bruise on your left breast a few weeks ago. But, he never hurt you. Always making sure you were alright. You had tried to get him to slap you once. He’d refused, “I couldn’t, ever hit that beautiful face.”

“Well, Shack’s closed, Stan,” you sighed. “Do you mind if I get back down there?

He shrugged, “Do whatever you want, [Y/N]. I’m taking the kids to Greasy’s for dinner.”

“When are you leaving?” Your question overlapped with Ford’s.

Stan gave you both a strange look. His eyebrows crinkled together even though the twins had bounded down the stairs. You gave Dipper and Mabel a smile after your gaze left Ford’s, “Now, I guess.”

You and Ford stood on opposite sides of the gift shop as you watched Stan and the kids leave. As the Stanmobile pulled away from the Shack and disappeared, you could already see Ford bounding to you out of the corner of your eye.

“Stop,” you whispered. You pointed toward the security camera across the room, the same one that was focused on you at that very moment. You didn’t want what you knew was about to happen to be caught on camera.

Ford’s feet stilled. His eyes were hungry. He didn’t want to wait. God, neither did you, but you kept your cool as you waltzed causally back into the house. You swayed your hips a little more than you normally would, tempting your lover to follow you.

Once you were in your bedroom, the door was slammed shut.You didn’t even have time to gasp before Ford was on you, before you were pressed flat against your duvet. Despite his desperation to shove himself into you immediately, afraid to waste a moment, his kiss was soft on your lips. His grip was crushing on your hips, but his kiss was sugary sweet.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he forced himself between your legs. “I’m sorry things are like this. You’re the one suffering.”

You carded your hands through his hair before pulling off his glasses. You moved to kiss him, but gasped as he bucked his clothed hard-on against your centre. You caught your breath, in love with that grin on his face, “You promised to make it up to me.”

“Oh,” he ghosted his lips over yours, “I’m about to.”

For sat back on his calves as he pulled your dress over your head, tossing it onto the floor. His eyes raked over you. Your panties were still missing, probably hidden in some desk drawer in the basement. He unclasped your bra expertly before tossing it away too.

You subconsciously licked your lips when he picked up your right leg. He pressed a kiss to your ankle, traveling up to your knee before picking up your left. He repeated himself there. You watched in awe. Your mind was already clouded. You wanted him to stop playing this game and to get shift a on when he started kissing and nipping at your wrists. His smile against your skin was loving and full of admiration. You just wanted him inside you.

“Ford,” you muttered as he started kissing across your clavicle, “They won’t be gone all night. We have an hour or two max.”

He withdrew his tongue from your navel, “[Y/N], I rarely get fifteen minutes with you.” He tongued your bellybutton again, hands spreading your thighs further. He kneaded that softness just below your ass, “Let me worship you. You deserve this.”

Finally, he touched you. His lips, chapped as they were, wrapped around your clit. He placed a kiss to it before circling with his tongue. The noise you made in response was undoubtedly undignified, a mix of a moan and whine.

Reflexively, you covered your mouth, but Ford was quick to take your wrist in his hand, “None of that. You don’t need to do that now.” He sucked you into his mouth as he inserted a finger. Your hips bucked against his chin when he curled it inside of you, “Let me hear you, please.”

His finger straightened as he withdrew, pushing in a second with a curl of his knuckles. He sighed when he finally heard you, a relaxed moan tumbling out of you as he repeated the movement again, his tongue flicking across your clit again.

“Atta girl,” he smiled against you.

You watched him as he continued. His nose was pressed firmly against your pelvis as his tongue continued its assault. His fingers pumped quickly. He watched your writhe, moans freely spilling past your lips. You chanted his name as you felt your muscles tighten, legs flexing.

You needed to grab onto something when you began to shake, hips rolling frantically against his mouth and hands. A wet squelch sounded with each thrust of his wrist. Finally, you found something to hold onto. Your nails scraped against your headboard. You couldn’t hold his gaze any longer as your orgasm hit you.

“Stanford!” You chanted over and over again as your rode his face. Your eyes closed because you couldn’t look into his anymore. His eyes were always too much when his face was between your thighs, “Oh my god! Ford!”

He continued to eat you through it until you finally came down, legs closing to halt his attempt at overstimulation. Now was not the time for games.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand when you reached for him, “You’re even more beautiful when you’re screaming my name.”

“That’s enough chitchat,” you whispered. You were already unzipping his pants, “Fuck me.”

His boots, jacket, turtleneck, and slacks were on the floor in an instant. You stared at him for a moment. The two of you had rarely ever had the time for him to get fully undressed. Often, you had only ever pulled his cock out of its confines just to get things going, pressed for time.

Suddenly, your order for him to fuck you was abandoned as you pushed him onto the mattress. Climbing atop him, you traced a deep scar across his shoulder with your fingertips. Your touch was gentle while you studied him, all of him.

His chest was broad and so were his shoulders. The muscles of his upper body were well defined. The slight pudge of his stomach was endearing. You smiled down at him, leaning over to place a kiss to his forehead, “You’re beautiful, Stanford. Do you know that?”

His right hand cupped your face as he pulled you into him. You melded together for a moment before he pulled away, “I am so in love with you.”

You bit your lip as you straightened your back, hips rising. You pressed the head of his cock against you warmth. You suck down onto him and the moan he gave was precious. You tried to memorize it before he gave you another with each roll of your hips, moving in tight up and down circles.

You were lost in him, eyes locked as you rode him. With each roll of your hips, you two groaned in tandem. With each upward thrust into you, you both sighed the other’s name. Not a single praise was stifled by a hand for fear of someone hearing. For once, it was just the two of you.

“You’re so tight,” Ford gasped when he felt the familiar flutter of your insides. One hand gripped your hip and the other rested on your lower belly. He wanted to feel how deep he was hitting you, watching the slight bulge of him inside you wasn’t enough, “Mhmm, such a good girl.”

Your body began to shake again, shivering as your relentless pace faltered. You were frozen as you began to milk him, unable to move as the intensity of waiting for this all day was just too much, so he took over. With his feet planted firmly against your mattress, he thrust up into you. With each bounce, you repeated how much you love him until your screamed his name again.

He rode you out. Just as he was about to flip you over, allowing him the ability to pull out, you stopped him, “No, please, cum inside of me. I want to feel it. Please, Ford, please.”

With your breathless words and the clenching of your cunt, he came. The soft pressure was heaven as he fucked you through his own orgasm, “Fuck!”

The room was hot and sticky when you collapsed onto his chest. Every muscle relaxed. Your body was numb, buzzing with the endorphin flowing through your veins. The two of you stayed that way for a while until he pulled out of you. You both gave a sigh, your cheeks blushing when you felt your own release and his gush out of you.

Now, you were laid in his arms. His hands played with the little hairs at the base of your skull. You could hear his heartbeat in his chest. Time had stopped moving, “I love you so much, Ford.”

Loud clatter coming from the other side of the house startled you both. Jumping from the bed, Ford scrambled to put his clothes back on and you did the same. You could hear the twins running down the hall.

When your door opened, you froze, “What the hell is going on?”

Ford barely had time to zip up his pants, his sweater still discarded on the floor, before Stan threw a punch. You’re screamed at him to stop as soon as your dress is back over your head. You tried to put yourself between them, but Ford pushed you away, afraid you’d get caught in the crossfire of punches.

“She’s like a daughter to me, you creep!” Stan shouted as Ford dodged another punch. Stan was quickly pinned to the ground by his twin brother, “I told you to stay away from her! You ruined my life. You’re not going to ruin hers too.”

Suddenly you realized what was happening. Your face fell and so did your voice, “Stanford, let him go.”

Ford glanced in your direction before doing as you said. You stood between them to keep them from hitting each other again, “Stan, what are you talking about?”

His ego was bruised. You knew this. So did Ford, “You’re my family and I’m not going to let this jerk take you away from me too.”

You hugged him tight. You didn’t have a dad growing up. Like Soos, yours was never around. Stan had taken that role when you started working at the Shack, always guiding you in the best way he could to be better than him. He wanted the world for you. When your mom died and you had no where else to go, he took you in out of the kindness of his heart.

“I love Ford. I’m sorry we kept this from you, but,” you took Ford’s hand in yours, “I love him.”

Stan’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you and his brother, “Do you love her, sixer?”

“More than anyone could possibly comprehend,” Ford murmured as he placed a kiss against your temple.

Stan was dumbfounded as he stared at the two of you. He couldn’t decide whether or not to be happy that you found love or to kill his twin.

[eddieandbird]

Dream Girl—

Sequel to How Romantic. Eddie and you took the rest of Corroded Coffin to brunch to talk about your wedding night. [part 3]

a/n: thank you to everyone who requested a second part to this! tags are in the comments- bird

tags/warnings: fluff w/ slight angst | 3.1k words | f!reader | rockstar!Eddie

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“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” The officiant’s voice was distorted and flashes of darkness stuttered in your vision.

“Come here, baby,” Eddie pulled you by the hips, and in a blur of colors, you felt him dip your body down. His hands were firm, cradling your head in one hand and your waist wrapped in the other. The last thing you saw was Eddie’s half-opened eyes and dark tendrils hovering over you before he kissed you.

You could hear a boisterous chorus of cheers behind you. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to follow along with the rapid movements of his lips. When you were lifted back to open your eyes, you saw Jeff and Gareth out in the pews still cheering and repeating Eddie’s name like he just won a high school football game.

Suddenly you were brought back into the present with Eddie squeezing your thigh tight.

“Hey. You alright?” Eddie asked quietly.

You swung your head around, taking note of your current environment. You were sat outside at a cafe with the rest of Corroded Coffin’s band members.

“Yeah, I’m just a bit tired,” You lied, offering him a weak smile to keep up appearances for Gareth and Jeff.

Eddie worried about you. He noticed that you seemed uncharacteristically spaced out, almost dazed since you both had met up with the band. He watched you plaster on a convincing smile as you reassured him. He didn’t quite believe it, but he didn’t want to push the topic in front of the others.

Gareth leaned over to the two of you, a wide smile on his face. “So last night got pretty wild, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” You said in a slightly mocking tone.

You pouted and shoved a few bites of scrambled eggs in your mouth. “Do you guys remember what happened or were you too far gone like me and idiot Munson over here?”

Eddie leaned in, raising a finger, about to protest but you jokingly made kissy faces at him to get him to shut up before mumbling “Don’t start, darling, I wanna hear the other guys talk first,” You shook your head.

Your eyes flicked between two other members, waiting for someone to speak. Eddie rolled his eyes at your playful jab. Gareth and Jeff exchanged a look across the table, both of them grinning from ear to ear.

"Dude, last night was epic," Gareth said between laughter. "You guys were out of your minds, all over each other-"

Jeff interjected, his voice full of excitement. "And then you both stumbled into that chapel and bam! You guys got hitched!"

You held your head in your hands with a louder scoff.

“Neither of you thought ‘Hm, that’s our lead guitarist and our manager at the altar, let’s stop them from randomly getting married’?” You realized your voice raised a bit and you almost instantly gave them a wave as a gesture to apologize.

“Hey, leave the guys alone, this was our fault,” Eddie’s voice was strained in attempt to not yell at you. The look in his eye was trying to tell you to stop revealing details about your plan before the guys catch a whiff of it. You reluctantly obliged.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I just— I’m just still a bit shocked I guess. We did a big thing last night,” You sighed before taking a long sip of your orange juice.

Both Jeff and Gareth's grins faded slightly as you spoke. They could tell that you were stressed and overwhelmed with how the night's events had turned out, so they decided against making any more jokes.

Jeff reached across the table to pat your hand comfortingly. "Hey, don't worry about it. We get it, this was a wild night for all of us."

Gareth nodded in agreement, "Yeah, and hey, with how long Eddie's had his eye on you, this wasn't that surprising."

You lifted your head like a dog who heard a whistle in the distance. Gareth’s comment was ringing in your ears. You turned to look at Eddie in an almost robotic manner. Your glare was sharp enough to stab him with a sugary grin that didn’t match at all.

“Eddie, what are they talking about?” You asked, your eye was borderline twitching.

Eddie bobbed his head and wiggled his hand, in an attempt to downplay what was just said. “They’re obviously exaggerating, baby,”

He casually chuckled then pushed your hair behind your ear. His hand was on the back of your neck and he pulled you close to obscure his face from the rest of the table.

“Let’s not tell these blabbermouths it’s all a ruse just yet, yeah? They’ll blow our cover way too quickly. Just go with it,” Eddie whispered to you.

You could feel the heat of your anger rising up to your ears, but on your face, you remained stoic. The whole point of brunch was supposed to be telling the band about your situation, but Eddie didn’t seem interested in letting Jeff or Gareth in on the plan. Now with Gareth’s innocent slip of information, you were beginning to understand why. You mimicked Eddie’s grip on his own thigh, digging your nails into the denim of his jeans.

“You three are so funny,” You flashed another false smile to the table before sitting back in your seat with your arms folded.

Eddie could sense your frustration, but he knew that he needed to sell the illusion of a happy couple. He managed to brush your lips with a kiss which you had little response to. Jeff and Gareth exchanged a quick look after you sat back in your seat, both of them raising their eyebrows at each other in confusion.

"Uh... So-" Jeff started, but Gareth spoke up before he could continue.

"Are we missing something here?" Gareth asked cautiously, his gaze darting back and forth between you and Eddie.

“No! No, nope,” You interjected before the other men could speak. “As you probably know, I’ve been very… private about my relationship with Eddie considering I’m your guys’ band manager and all that. Almost like it wasn’t even a thing before last night,”

He subtly elbowed your arm, giving yet another reminder to reel it in.

“I just can’t believe everything is coming to light now. It’s overwhelming. We’re finally married and it’s… awesome,”

You mustered the best look of excitement you could as you stabbed away at your meal with a fork. Eddie couldn’t imagine how vexing it was to hear that he could’ve possibly had feelings for you way before this whole accidental wedding fiasco happened.

“I know. I am so happy. How about you, babe?” Eddie pressed a kiss to your cheek and you reluctantly returned it with another fake grin.

“The absolute happiest,” You said, knowing damn well you’d be scolding him the next time you were both alone.

Eddie could feel the tension radiating off of you, but he kept his hand firmly placed on you under the table. Jeff and Gareth glanced at each other again, both of them confused by your unusually nervous demeanor.

"Uh... Well, congrats you two," Gareth said tentatively, his eyes darting from your face to Eddie's hand on your leg.

"Yeah, it's about time!" Jeff chimed in, his enthusiasm not exactly matching his bandmates'.

You nodded silently for a moment, reigning in your emotions that were very close to spilling out. “We appreciate your guys’ support, we really do. But, I think it’s about time we go back up and pack our things, yeah? We gotta be in Salt Lake City tomorrow night. C’mon, Mr. Munson,”

A loud creak rang out as you stood up and pushed out your chair. You held out your hand for Eddie. Another smile hid just how confused and irritated you were with the mop-headed boy. He let out a breath and pushed back his chair to stand up next to you. He took your hand in his and squeezed it. Jeff and Gareth watched the two of you as you prepared to leave, both of them slightly concerned by your hurried demeanor.

"Uh... yeah, alright. See you guys later," Eddie said to them, still attached to your arm.

The guys nodded, their eyes still fixed on the pair of you as you hurried towards the exit.

Your footsteps were quick, Eddie was barely keeping up and you couldn't care less. You needed answers and couldn’t wait another moment for them.

“Hey, hey! Slow down, would ya? I’m not as fit as I look-”

“I can’t believe you,” You interrupted as you dragged him inside the elevator, pounding the buttons like it would take you up to your room quicker.

“What are you talking about?” He gave a pinched expression. You couldn’t tell if he was faking it or if he was genuinely lost once again.

“Please don’t make me feel crazy, you know what I’m talking about,” You begged, continuing your strides to the room.

Eddie followed closely behind, quickly matching your steps despite his earlier comment. He tried to pretend clueless, but he knew there was no point. As soon as your hotel room door slammed shut behind you, he let out a long sigh. He ran his hand through his hair anxiously as he struggled to find the right words to say.

“Okay. What do you want me to say?” he finally mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

You scoffed and scrubbed your face in your hands. "Jeff and Gareth basically said you've had a thing for me for ages. You didn't even deny it. You want to start telling me about that?”

Eddie’s mouth kept opening and closing his mouth, but he said a whole lot of nothing. It bothered you the way his eyes floated all over the hotel room skipping over your face, but you knew better than to expect him to talk to you in this state. You had to have a softer approach. You caught his chin and pinched it between your index finger and thumb, positioning him to look at you.

You closed your eyes and brought your heart rate and breathing back down to a normal pace before speaking again. “I’m sorry. I won’t be mad, it’s just… in order for this whole thing to work, I really need to know the truth,” You let him go, allowing him the space to confess.

Eddie’s face flushed slightly, a mix of guilt and embarrassment. He couldn’t deny it any longer. He swallowed hard as he gazed down at the floor, unable to look at you.

“It’s true,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, I didn’t know how to approach you with it. You’re always so good at keeping your feelings inside and- and I just-” He trailed off, struggling to find the right words to say.

That was not what you wanted to hear. A big part of you felt betrayed by Eddie. You stepped away from him, taking in his whole frame as you watched him in shock. Your promise of not being upset had been completely thrown out the window.

“So, what, you decided you’d trap me into a marriage because you have a crush on me?” You said with little breath behind your words.

“Hey, no, don’t do that. That is totally not what happened here,” Eddie’s breath was shooting harshly from his nostrils as he pointed down to the floor. “Last night was an accident and you know that,”

He paced the room for a moment, scratching at his dark curls before continuing his rant. “And it’s not like you would’ve given me a chance anyway. You’re always so busy buzzing around the band and worried about being ‘professional’. You would’ve turned me down instantly if I told you how I felt,”

Eddie’s face fell, his stupidly charming smirk was now replaced with a deep-set frown. He was a tornado of hurt that spun around you and it crushed you. Your chest ached and you were softening at the confession of his reservations.

“You don’t know that,” You muttered. You weren’t even sure if it was true, but you shook your head to further your statement.

Eddie let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, please. You would’ve laughed in my face if I told you I had feelings for you. You keep everyone at arm’s length, especially when it comes to romance. You always say relationships are a waste of time. How am I supposed to believe that you would’ve given me a chance if I did things differently?” He continued pacing the room, his voice growing more and more frustrated.

“You always put up this tough act like everything’s fine like you’ve got everything under control, but deep down, I know that’s not true. You’re scared to let anyone in,”

“That’s not it, you know it’s not true-” Panic was coming up on you as you saw Eddie waiting for you to continue. You waved your hands at your eyes, trying to suck up your tears. You needed to gather yourself quickly. “Eddie, you’re the closest person to me. You’re my best friend,”

No matter how hard you denied it, he was right. You had walls up that refused to let down. You decided a long time ago that’s what you needed to do to keep yourself from getting hurt, but Eddie was a bulldozer to all your apprehensions. His childish humor, his fearlessness, and his ability to light up any room was special to you. You didn’t want to ever lose that.

Eddie stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"But that's exactly my point," he said, his voice softened. "You're comfortable with me as your friend, you trust me, but you’d shut down the idea of anything more. You don't want to risk losing what you have."

He gently pulled you a bit closer to him, determined to make you understand where he was coming from. Words bubbled up from your stomach, threatening to come out of you like a shaken soda can. What were you even supposed to say when he was staring at you with those giant golden brown eyes? You gulped before attempting to speak once more.

“What do you even see in me? Why do you want to be with me? I don’t exactly think I fit the description of your ‘dream girl’,” You asked the burning questions to further avoid your feelings.

Eddie rolled his eyes at your questioning. "Dream girl?" he repeated, shaking his head as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He leaned closer, his breath gently caressing your face. "You could never be just a dream girl... You're the real thing, better than anything a dream could conjure up. Tough as nails, smart as hell, a badass through and through."

His hands moved to rest on your hips and he pulled you even closer. He could still see the gears turning in your head. You were still having a tough battle inside of yourself. He let out a sigh and hung his head before you. He was getting tired of all the bickering. He wanted to get back to the part where you two were on each other’s side again.

“I know it’s a lot. I’m also wrapping my head around it, but I’m giving you what you want, right? I’m putting all my cards out on the table, but that doesn’t mean I’m trying to make you feel anything you don’t. I’m sure you already feel like I’ve forced you into enough for one Vegas trip,” He chuckled ironically, scratching at the side of his neck.

And with that small gesture, you could feel the bricks of your walls starting to chip away. Upon first meeting Eddie, anyone could easily brush him off as someone who was too odd for his own good. Not you. You saw Eddie the way he wanted to be seen. You were impressed with his talents, you were amused by his jokes. Though you were blunt and closed off, you were not judgemental. That’s one of the things Eddie liked the most about you.

“Hey,” you lifted his chin to look at you once more. “What happened to this being both our faults?” You gave a quiet, breathy laugh.

Eddie chuckled along with you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Technically, it is," he agreed, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "But I'm the one who decided to get married on a whim, remember? I don't think you had much say in that."

He moved even closer, his arms now wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. The tension and frustration between you seemed to melt away, replaced by that familiar easy banter. You gave your infamous shrug, but this time it was paired with a wiggling smile on your lips as you pushed the hair out of his eyes.

“You’re right. You should know better that I can’t fight off a guy who’s a full foot taller than me hauling me down the aisle, but I was the one who followed you into that chapel last night,”

A grin spread across Eddie's face as you spoke. The tension in his shoulders dissipated slightly, replaced with a sense of relief.

"Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I couldn’t resist getting into the whole ‘kicked puppy’ act," He paused to hear you join him in laughter. "So we’re on the same page, then? You forgive this idiot?"

You jumped up an inch from the floor to get your arms over his head to pull him into a hug.

“Of course, I do, idiot,” Your laugh was muffled by his shoulder. “I’m sorry for all this stupid arguing. Of course, we’re on the same page,”

You definitely weren’t good with stuff like this, but you hoped you could assure him even in the slightest. You felt he deserved it more than anything.

“But to be on the same page, we really need to agree on what we tell people and who we’re telling things to. We’re in this together. Deal?” You flipped back into a stern tone, a hint of playfulness in your grin.

Eddie's grin widened at your words and the way you jumped into his arms, wrapping him tightly in a hug. He let out a content sigh as he returned the embrace, burying his face in your tousled hair.

"Deal," he agreed, nodding his head against the crook of your neck. "We'll get our story straight before talking to anyone else."

He couldn't help but chuckle at your quick transition back to your all-business tone. "You know you're cute when you get all serious, right?"

“Shut up!”

[iiiiiiis-things]

"Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down"

pairing: duke dennis x femblack!reader

cw: cursing, smut, dick eating, backshots, annoying references that i found funny but you should ignore them bc i'm jus a huge goof ball

blurb: seeing duke ride the mechanical bull at the rodeo made you incredibly horny.

a/n: y'all i took way to long to make this just for it to come out ass 😛

"fuck" Duke lets out a loud groan, throwing his head back his gaming chair, as his mushroom tip hit the back of your throat. you were struggling, the slight curve that you loved oh so much (and that he fucked you so good with) wasn't making it easier, and although your lips rested prettily a little over halfway around his cock, you wanted to take all of him as your vision becoming blurry you slightly suck to ease the pain- earning another groan from the man above, you wanted to literally swallow him whole. he had you waiting too long for this.

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you had been trying to give him hints all night, from giving slight brushes against his thigh, to full on grinding your ass against what you wanted most- and through all of it he barely even spared you a single glance. it might be pathetic but you were desperate.

ever since you seen him on that damn bull.

the way he skillfully held the strap in his left hand instantly flooded your brain with memories of the many, many times when he would yank your freshly done knotless braids while giving back shots and how you could barley walk for 3 days. You watched as the bull lifted up which caused Duke to grind ever so lightly on top of it and when it lifted him back down his hips rolled again, this action made you clench your thighs together behind the camera, your hole clenching as heat pooled in your pretty pink lace panties

Duke didn't stay on long, getting thrown off quicker than anyone had expected. When he did fall off, he jogged back over to you and Davo grabbing the camera so one of us could go on. after declining to ride the mechanical machine Davo makes his way over to it. Duke leans over your way coming to almost ear level with you his voice lowering "did you like that?" your cheeks began heating, after silently thanking god for being black, you turn your head just to find him staring at you. The two of you make intense eye contact which causes your breathing to hitch.

for a slight moment it only felt like you and him like everything else had faded into nothing.

your eyes switches between his and his lips before finally leaning in and just as you were about to place your lips on his he lifts his head away from you, smiling showing you the shiny grills that matches with his earrings. you furrow your eyebrows is there something you did wrong? Duke turns his head in front of him and as your eyes follow his gaze you see Davo running back over to us

the entire time you were at the fair you were trying your best to make it look like you didn't want to straight pounce on him. Duke had known what you wanted but he utterly underestimated how bad you wanted it. the he realization kicked in when the 3 of you had stopped to take a bathroom break miraculously he had came out before Davo which gave you two just a tiny amount of alone time.

"We gon hit up a couple more games and then we'll l- baby?" he watched as your head lifted to meet his eyes "yes?" This is when he finally gets a good look at you, your edges had begun to sweat out and your hair was frizzy but the actual lace of your green and black wig was oddly perfectly fine makeup slightly starting to wear off "you that horny?" his eyebrows scrunch in confusion, did seeing him ride a mechanical bull really turn you on that bad?

He seen that his comment had you taken aback by the way your eyes grow wide and your breathing accelerated but before you could answer anything Davo came back....again

when the two of you made it safely back home you made sure to tell kai to not bother you tonight and (and that you were sorry for what he was about to hear) Duke walked in first bee lining straight to his gaming chair. you walked in, locking the door, and what you found waiting behind you was honestly a sight for sore eyes. your turned around to see your boyfriend, man spreading and eyes low and red from tiredness you silently watch as he scoots his pelvis forward legs spreading even wider.

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"Unh, unh, shitttt" he groans once again, he was close, you could tell by the way his hand was reaching down to your wig. he grabbed a fistfull before using his strength to bob your head up and around his length, producing lewd sounds as you bring your hand up to his thigh as his pace gets faster "baby i'm- fuck. i'm almost there" this only causes you to moan which sends vibrations along his tip as he pull you up only to slam you back down, tears began to trickle down to your cheeks, and soon you felt his grip loosen.

you went down on him once more before opening your mouth, you stick out your toungue, licking his heavy balls, immediately you feel Duke shoot his seed down your throat. slowly easing your mouth off him you raise your head and look him in the eye as you slowly swallow, bringing your thumb up to your mouth catching anything that dare to spill out, and push your thumb back inside your mouth.

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you're ass up face down Duke is behind you teasing your entrance his rough fingers tips having a firm hold on your hips. "mmnh- please fuck me" you let out a small moan as his tip slowly works its way in only to pull out in the matter of seconds, this man knew what he was doing and you were starting to get sexually frustrated.

Duke leans down deepening your arch to whisper in your ear "i was gonna make you wait a little longer... but since you asked so nicely" out of nowhere he starts to absolutely annihilate your pussy. Roughly pulling your hips to meet his as you grip the sheets below you grunts spilling form his mouth and moans coming form yours his pace was fast, but as good as this felt you wanted him to fuck you differently this time. "fuck- babe stop." you reach your hand behind you to place it on top of his. Duke starts to slow down "what's wrong?" his forehead wrinkles with concern and frustration.

but all of that soon washes away when he hears the next sentence that comes out your filthy mouth "fuck me how you was doing that bull" a smile creeps up on to his face "oh so that's what this about?" his 1937 laugh booms in your ear. laughing? he's laughing? after all that torture he's put you through and he's laughing? see this is why you shouldn't of said shit. cause now he's making fun of you. as a matter of fact you should just leave his ass by himself to finish own his own. you had a pink dildo in your dresser that you could-

"mhhhhh shitt" a loud pornographic moan escapes your mouth Duke shoves his whole dick inside you only to grind lightly just like he was doing that fucking bull except you actually felt it. his right hand crosses over to caress your hip bone his left hand moves up to your head and starts to vandalize your curls your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, hands are tangled into the sheets, and your arch deepens once more

"that's it? that's the spot huh?" he lifts your head up as he leans down to make eye contact with you. "right- shit here?"

you moan out loudly it just felt so good. you weren't even able to form a proper sentence Duke had known he found it by the way you clenched around him at the end of each thrust. you could feel the curve abuse your cervix. this. this was different you could feel him, feel every vein, feel how hard he was, and the softness of his skin and he picks up the pace continuously rolling the curve against that sensitive spot inside you, duke groaned everyone your hips met his.

your pussy was sucking him in further into you, Duke kept going harder and harder ramming his length balls deep into you, all while rolling his hips up into that spongy spot inside of you. listening to all of the clapping and moans helped a tight knot form in your stomach.

"fuck just like that mama" his eyebrows crease, you just were so tight squeezing the hell out of him as his balls slap against your clit. Duke was just about ready to bust when you start to bounce your ass back on him. he loved this part of backshots, whenever you start to fuck back onto him it made him feel so good. he grew harder at the fact that you could take all of him. especially in this position.

he surprisingly moans when he looks down to see your pussy creating a white ring around the base of his cock "s-shit" he somehow goes even faster mercilessly abusing your cervix you were almost there and he was too you felt his thrust get sloppy, his grunts and moans increasing.

he the hand in your hair moves down to rub tight but slow circles around your clit bringing you the sweet release you've been waiting so long for. "fuckfuckfuck- fuckkk" you threw your head back in ecstasy squeezing him so tight that he legit couldn't move. you hear him let out one last groan as you go limp and milk him dry.

after staying in the same position for a while he finally pulls out collapsing next to you. grabbing the comforter you pull it over your body's resting your head on his chest as his arm comes to wrap around you.

"kai is gonna kill me"

[vieoeil-riae]

steb with a breeding kink thoughts <3

warnings: fem!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, established relationship, mild lactation kink???, written on my phone 💀, 18+ MDNI, drabble (I think)

he's a stand up guy, so of course he had a soft spot for the idea of having kids with you! before, you weren't really in the position to - and he was too responsible to give into the temptation no matter how idyllic you looked helping some kid who got lost in the park or playing with a relative's toddler.

but it's different now, you'd settled into his life quite nicely - loathe to leave - you'd made that quite clear over the years and it still managed to make his heart flutter every time you reminded him.

it was why steb was currently hot under the collar asking if you'd want a kid with him, more than he had anticipated. it was like his blood turned molten when you gave him a wide eyed, loving stare and a breathy 'yes.'

self control wasn't much of a factor anymore, hissing at the feeling of your hot, slick cunt around him - the feeling more intense than usual without the condom - and he could feel himself blushing down to his neck, gills flaring with each inch he pushed into you. you were so wet; it didn't take long at all before pussy-drunk fog took over his faculties.

beautiful, gorgeous, unbearably hot, your tits jiggled lewdly with his thrusts - your legs slung over his shoulders. the squelch of your cunt was obscene.

it was like a switch flipped when you started begging him to put a kid in you, whiny pleas tumbling from your lips - slurred with pleasure. steb's pace stuttered, face frills standing on end, his whole body going tense until enough sense filtered back into his brain for him to start fucking you harder, deeper.

fucking his come back into you sounded so dirty, and so appealing, and he shivered at the thought - his cock pulsing at the idea, cock frills dragging along your gummy walls in a way that had you moaning and clenching around him. you'd look so blissful carrying his child; such a pretty, perfect mother.

your legs were pushed further - large, warm hands gripping at your thighs hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. you could feel his cock head brush up against your cervix with each thrust, and it was dizzying to see the fucked out look on your face.

steb took you nipple between his lips; they'd be so swollen and sore while you were pregnant. utterly inappropriately, the thought of milk leaking from your heavy tits made his hips jerk, a pang of pleasure shaking through him.

fuck, coming inside you - your warm cunt still pulsing around him from the orgasm he'd all but insisted you had first - was heaven itself. the sounds that came with his desperate rutting were filthy, the wet schlick of your juices and his hot come.

you gasped sharply when he refused to stop, oversensitive but starting to unravel in much the same way as steb; thinking about how sweet the thought of him being a father was, how good he'd be, how many more times he'd have to fuck you until you were pregnant.

you shared a kiss, sloppy, sex-dazed, but meaningful even though he was pumping his come into your cunt again. it was a promise: a stable little life with you <3

A/N: not kidding it was written on my phone in 20 minutes u can probably tell but like I don't even want kids and I'm writing this wtf

[halfbloodprill]

Hiiiii !! I have a req :)) sooo loser virgin bsf Luke x fem reader smut ^^ luke is also horribly in love w her but won’t confess cuz he’s nerdy 😍 but we know he does anyways with the way he acts to us, and how flustered he can get from small things — like if ur shorts ride up a little too much and he can see ur thighs or literally even just when ur knees touch

authors note- omfg. i love this. i hope you don’t mind i took this in a very subby and needy luke way. if u want it written another way submit again and i can redo it for u. this was so fun thank u! sorry for the long wait 😣 enjoy <3

best friend luke who gets so flustered from nothing. he swears he’s good at hiding the rising blushes and his sweaty palms when he’s with you but you see right through his lies. you have always noticed the longer than normal gazes or the way he hangs on every single word you utter. how his face gets so red from the smallest things. it was cute. it was so anxiety ridden and antsy of him. his nervous behavior was just normal in your friendship now. he had gotten bolder though. the way he shamelessly stared at your boobs when you wore those little tank tops that had him hyperventilating. or when your little sleep shorts would ride up and he saw every inch of your soft and plush thighs. and especially when you would stand up and he could see your ass and how it swayed so tantalizing with every step you took. it especially killed him when you two had a movie night and you were pushed against his chest, your boobs practically spilling out of your tank top and it took everything for him to not look directly down at them.

the contact was too much this night. your body was so warm against his. it didn’t help that now he knew how warm you were and he knew he would think of this the next time he was fisting his cock while he was moaning and whining your name. he could already feel his erection growing so he abruptly stood up.

“Uhm- i’m gonna get water. need anything?” he questions before he retreats. “Oh. No i’m okay lukey. make it quick, ‘kay?” you replied sweetly. he internally groans at the nickname you gave him. so sweet and innocent. if only you knew how filthy your best friend was. but of course you knew. you had a plan. he finally came back with a full cup of water. he settled back next to you and he could feel your hand start to slide down on his thigh.

“What- What are you doing?” he questioned in a breathy tone. already affected by your touch. “ I cant touch you? Thought we were friends lukey,” you said with a small pout. your lips were so kissable and your eyes were wide and so doe like. “N-No it’s fine. that’s okay,” he stuttered out. your hand began to travel to his inner thigh. he couldn’t hold back his whimpers anymore. “Can i make you feel good? i know you want this. wanna treat you so well baby,” you ask as you start to slide off of the couch and into your knees in front of him. He starts to whine at how perfect you look in front of him. “Fuck. Yes. please. never done this though,” he admits shyly.

“Aww that’s okay. i’m so glad i’m your first. you’re gonna remember me forever baby,” you say with a smile. you get into your knees and start to lean up at him for a kiss. he’s nervous at first. clearly also new at kissing. your sucking his tongue and prodding into his mouth. your teeth are clashing and he’s letting out the cutest whimpers ever. “Please- Please make me feel good. I’m so horny for you. been horny for you forever. please,” he pleaded with you. his eyes are so watery and his face is so red from how good he feels already. you can’t help but laugh at his state. you stop teasing him and begin to leave a wake of kisses from the base to his tip. his hips are squirming off of the couch and you have to use your hand to push his hips back into the couch while the other hand is rested on his thigh. you begin to engulf his length with your mouth, staring up at him through your lashes. you see him straining to hold back. your mouth is so tight and warm and so foreign to him. he’s never felt this way before. he’s straining and panting. he’s letting out deep breaths. his face is flushed from his effort to not cum yet and there are droplets of sweat evident in his forehead that his hair is sticking to.

“Cant! Cant, Cant. feels so good. your mouth is so good. please don’t stop,” he’s whining with his head thrown back in pleasure. you giggle at his reaction. your tongue is teasing his slit and his eyes go cross at the sheer amount of pleasure. just to tease him, you let your teeth scrape him and he lets out a low groan from the sensation.

“Oh fuck feels so good. So warm for me,” he’s whimpering. he feels so good tears are brimming in his eyes and threatening to spill. you keep sucking and attacking his sensitive slit until his hips are bucking into your mouth and you feel his cum hit the back of your throat.

He’s groaning as he comes down from his high. His body is twitching and is feverish to the touch but you aren’t done yet. You start to straddle him and his tip is at your entrance before he realizes.

“Wait! Please it’ll be too much. Cant take it anymore,” he’s sniffling.

“Yes you can. and you will,” you reply with a devilish smirk. At that, you lower yourself and feel the stretch of his cock. His head is thrown back again and his eyes are crossed, his drool about to spill from the corner of his mouth. He looks so perfectly fucked out.

“Wait- Feels so warm. So tight. You’re so velvety inside, maam. Feels so good,” he says mindlessly before he starts to buck up into your cunt. His hips are moving faster now, chasing his urge to finish. His tip is pounding your cervix. He’s moaning and stuttering at every sensation of you clenching around him. You’re lost too. Your hands are groping your tits, hair wild around your head, and sweat glistening your body. you forcefully grab his jaw and make him kiss you as you sloppily make out with him. there is spit running out of your mouths and onto his chest. it’s sticky and messy between you too.

He pulls back with a moan. “Fu-Fuck. Gonna cum.Please say I can cum. PleasePleasePlease,” he chants while his hips are still vigorously fucking you, not letting up his pace.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me,” and at your words he paints your gummy walls white. But you’re not done. You still need to teeter off that edge. You’re still riding him while he’s lying limp on the couch. He’s trying to regain himself but the overstimulation is too much.

“Stop Stop Stop. too much. too far. Ca-Cant take it. M too sensitive,” he says before you finally crash over, finishing with a a loud moan.

“Good boy.”

[hollaforlyla]

๋࣭ ⭑ sitting on their lap. bsd x reader

gender: gender neutral

type: short scenario. imagine

characters: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, ranpo, kunikida, and akutagawa

warnings: lowercase writing and sugguestive(NO NSFW)

๋࣭ ⭑ dazai smirks slightly, watching you stand from your seat and streched, "is that a yes?" he asked, causing you to glare at him; lowering your arms. "you tell me~" you teased, causing his grin to wide. he's seated on the bed, legs closed and streched along the sheets. slowly, you walked toward him, sitting directly on his thighs, facing him. you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder and he rubbed your back gently, his hands finding under yoir shirt and his nails traced shapes along your skin. "what did you have in mind, hm?" he teased, grinning as he heard you giggle as he traced his fingers down your spine and stop by the dips in your hips. "oh~ your just full of surprises, belladonna~ you thought...you naughty dog~" and thats when he squeezed your hips, causing you to shriek and jump, quickly falling onto the matress with your boyfriend following you, kneading up and down your torso. laughs escaped your lips, "naughty dog, indeed~"

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya was quiet, looking back at you. he slowly turned in his seat and your eyes met his own. "can you what?" he asked you to repeat, causing you to smile. "can i sit on your lap?" chuuya, this time, gave you a sly smirk, sighing as he turned around fully and tapped his thigh, "whatever, just don't do anything to mess up my work." he threatend, and you didn't need to be hold twice. you pratcially flopped against his his body, his arms wrapped around your waist as he turned back on his chair to face the desk. he had his chin on your shoulder and you had your chin resting on his head. his hat was sitting ontop of the bedstool, so you had free access to his hair. as you twirled his hair right around his neck around your finger, he closed his eyes, almost dropping his pencil out of his hands. "chuu?" you called his name out, however your only response was a soft snores from your boyfriend<3

๋࣭ ⭑atsushi blushed when you randomly sat on his lap while he was peacefully minding his own business, trying to finish some paper work. he froze, not moving when he felt your move a little on his lap. "y-y/n!" he stuttered, coughing slighly. "what? is this bothering you?~" you knew he was flustered, anyone could tell from a mile away, however you couldn't stop yourself from teasing him. "n-no..i actually-" he quickly stopped himself, sucking his stomach in and tried to start writing again. "hm?~ what? what we're you going to say?" you traced your finger up hos thigh, causing him to shiver. "babe...w-we're at..work!" he tried to sound serious, but he couldnt help but melt in your touch. all of a sudden, kunikida walked in and you we're flung across the room when he suddenly rockets upward. kunikida watched your body hit the wall beside him, and he looked back at atsushi, who was as red as strawberry. beads of sweat fell from his face. "ku-kunikida! hi! h-how's your-" "i cannot deal with you two today, so just...do your job then...continue when your somewhere more..private..." you gave him a thumbs up, cauaing atsushi to blush; "Y/N!"

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo whispered in your ear; "i already know what your going go ask, y/n~ why don't you just speak up?" you whined, hiding your face in your hands as ranpo sat in front of you, rubbing your legs gently. "awh~ don't be like that...i was just messin' with you." he takes youe waist and draps you on his lap, leaning back on the bedframe. he traced his nails on your bare back, his arm stuffed up the back of your shirt. "was this so hard to ask for?~" god you hate it when he teases you like this. you nod slightly, hiding your face in his chest. he smiled at your shyness, resting his chin on your head. "i like this..." he admitted, "we should do this more often, of course, i get my turn being held~" he kissed your temple, giggling to himself.

๋࣭ ⭑ kunikida is not thr biggest pda fan, so when you offered to sit on his lap while he worked- he wasn't sure how to respond. "now? y/n, we we're on break 10 minutes ago- no, 15 minutes ago-" he corrected himself, looking at his watch; "and your now asking that?" you gave him a goofy smile, shrugging your shoulders. you already standing in front of him, awaiting his response. he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "..fine." you we're actually surpirsed he agreed and with a proud look on your face, you circled around his desk and sat on his lap, facing his desk and papers. he wrapped one hand around your waist slowly, not wanting to rush, and wrote with his other hand. you leaned back into his chest, pointing out small, non-related mistakes he made, causing him yo almost push you off.

๋࣭ ⭑ akutagawa had his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breathing tickling you as you scrolled through the media on your phone. he rubbed his hands up and down your back, relaxing you. it also relaxed him, the calm silence causing his eyes to keep drooping. "if you want to...you can take a nap." you whispered, putting your phone down and traced shapes on his back. he played with your neck hairs and sighed. "don't worry, i'll wake you up in a couple of hours.." you smiled, hoping he would take on the offer. fortunaly, he was soon fast asleep moments later<3

[decaying-church]

Kinktober day 2: Threesome + Dwayne & Paul (The Lost Boys)

Dwayne (The Lost Boys) x Male!reader x Paul (The Lost Boys)

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 3 | Ao3

(A/n: 29 days left)

Summary: you wake up with not one, but two boyfriend in your bed!

Warning: Face riding, ass eating, blowjob, riding, threesome, reader gets held down, swearing, (technically) breaking and entering, not beta read.

Word count: 2k

It wasn't often you woke up sandwiched between two men- usually it was four, and not it your house. Apparently, Dwayne and Paul missed you enough to drive to your house in the middle of the night and crawl into bed with you- not to sleep, not to watch you sleep. Your heart dropped into your stomach when you woke up around four in the morning and found Paul, as beautiful as he was, three inches away from your face.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

You would have fallen out of bed if it weren't for Dwayne who laid comfortably behind you- not comfortable for you, you didn't know he was there and damn near had a stroke when he wrapped his arms around.

“Your heart’s beating pretty fast!” Paul said, smiling like he hadn't just scared you shitless.

“Well fuck, I wonder why!” you said, fully awake now.

You rubbed your eyes, blinking hard, the only light in the room was the little desk lamp that Paul seemingly turned on every time he was in your bedroom.

“When did you two get here?”

Paul looked at Dwayne, Dwayne gave no response.

“Sometime between 9 pm and 4 am..”

“Oh so anytime after the sun went down to now.”

“Basically.” he grinned.

Wordlessly, you rolled over.

“Morning.” he said.

“Good morning, how long have you two been here?”

“‘Bout 5 hours.”

You laid flat on your back, “you've been sitting here watching me sleep for 5 hours?”

They looked at each other again. Neither of them sleeps at night so it's not like they could use that as an excuse. The longer they stared at each other, like they were telepathically trying to come up with an excuse, the more sure you became that they were, in fact, sitting and watching you in the dark.

“Fucking creeps..” you said, but your tone held no real burden, and a small smile found it's way on your face as you slid out of Dwayne grip and out of bed.

Before they could drag you back down, you walked over to the backroom and locked the door, not like that could really stop them.

You pissed, brushed your teeth, and washed your face before walking back out.

You were gone for eight minutes, max.

When you came back the currents were drawn shut and the over head light was on. The most jarring change though was Dwayne and Paul humping like dogs in your bed. With Paul situated in Dwayne's lap, grinding their crotches together like the world was going to explode if they didn't, all while Dwayne guided him with firm hands on his hip.

You blinked.

They stopped after a moment, Paul climbed off of Dwayne, sitting next to him with his legs cocked wide open, a bulge pressing tightly against his white jeans, smirking as he rested against your pillows.

Dwayne wasn't any better, his pants were unbuttoned and pulled slightly down on his hip. One leg hanging off the bed, he stared right into you damn soul, eyes as intense as always.

The two of them stared at you so expectantly, they weren’t even going to ask, they were just going to wait for you to come to them. Which you were, you were tired and a little confused, but definitely not dumb enough to let this opportunity pass. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at their shared cockiness, you climbed onto the bed, almost immediately you were attacked by Paul- fully attacked, he tackled you down to the bed, climbing on top of you in a similar way to how he was with Dwayne.

He kissed wherever he could reach, his long, blonde hair falling in your face when he came to kiss your lips. With your hand on his thigh, you flipped- later he would say that you ‘threw’ him, you did not- off of you.

Before you could push yourself up, your arms were grappled and pinned above you, looking up, you could see Dwayne smirking down at you.

You tried to pull your wrist away, only for him to hold you tighter, not like you were going anywhere to begin with, fucking vampire strength. The moment you were distracted by Dwayne, Paul acted, seating himself on your thighs, closer to your knees than anything, and pulling your pants down all too eagerly, you glared at him when you heard a small rip.

“Paul,” Dwayne warned, “gently, remember?”

“I know, I know,” he looked down at you, a small smile on his face, “sorry.”

Despite his words, you could tell he wasn’t even remotely sorry, which was only proven when he fully ripped your pants before, they could have been fixed before, but now they were in prices on your bedroom floor.

“Goddamnit, Paul!”

“They were ripped!”

“I could have fixed them!”

He groaned and rolled his eyes, “Fine, fine! I’ll makes it up to you.”

Before the bargain for a new pair of pajama pants could start, you felt a warm, wet stripe against your cock, you gasped, your body tendering in surprise for a short moment before relaxing again, he continued, mouthing at your cock through your underwear, with Dwayne pinning you down to keep you from escalating things. Paul, with all the same vampiric strength that Dwayne and the other boys had, grabbed you by the waist, but didn’t stop you from thrusting up against his mouth, he liked it far too much for that.

He tried to be patient and gentle like Dwayne had told him to be but he couldn’t, he watched as your head fell back against the bed, a long moan coming from deep in your chest when he swirled his tongue around the tip of your cock.

A second later, your underwear were in tatters on the floor with your pants. You didn't have time to think about the loss of contact- and underwear- Paul took well over half of your cock into his mouth, moaning around it- you weren't shocked, he's done this to you dozens of times before, but it felt so good every time. He was beyond skilled with his tongue, running it over every little sensitive spot you provided to him, drawing shapes with it.

Cracking your eyes open you could see Dwayne staring at Paul, a small smirk on his face. You could see how hard he was, Paul having clearly done a number on the both of you, but with the way he was pinning you down, you couldn’t do anything about it. He was always the silent observer of the group anyway, you figured just watching would satisfy him for now.

Saliva and pre-cum covered both your cock and the inside of his mouth, and the moment he felt that you were ready, he pulled off with a wet ‘pop’.

You didn’t whine or beg, you knew that these two had far too high of sex drives for this to be over so soon.

You looked up at Dwayne, then down at Paul, who didn’t exchange a single word with each other before simultaneously jumping into action. You let out a small laugh as Paul struggled to get his pants off, surprisingly, he did eventually get them off in one piece.

Dwayne let go of your wrist, you watched him as he swapped places with Paul, except he practically sat himself on top of your cock. You don’t know when he lost his pant, but when you looked, his hard, leaking cock was pressed right up against yours.

“Okay, so-“ Paul started with a wide smile on his face, he was almost giddy as he began explaining their little plan to you, “Me and Dwayne were talking about this all night! We were talking about our fantasies and stuff- just guy stuff y’know and-

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“-is it weird that I think about riding Y/n, like all the time?”

Dwayne hummed before responding, “No, I think about it too, it’s not weird.”

Paul propped himself up on his arm, “Okay but I think about riding his face a lot, is that even possible with him?”

“You’ve done it with David-“

“I know, but it’s different, vampires can’t suffocate, humans can!”

“I doubt that you’ll suffocate him.”

“I might!”

You stirred in your sleep at the sudden noise, both boys went quiet for a moment, waiting for you to settle again. When you did, Dwayne whispered to Paul, “Just be gentle with him and he’ll be fine.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“-then while you were in the bathroom-“

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“Fuck he looks good-“

“You’ve been staring at him all night, of course he looks good to you.”

“You stared just as much as I did!”

“He faced you for the first 5 hours-”

“Whatever, whatever..”

Silence passed between them for a few moments.

“…you think he'd be down for it?”

“For what?”

“Letting me sit on his face, you think he'd let me?”

“Probably…”

Another silence.

“You wanna tag team him..?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“-and that's just my really long winded way of asking if I can ride your face with Dwayne rides your dick?”

“You underhanded, sneaky, little motherfucker- you too Dwayne!”

“Yes, yes, all of that, but are you going to do it?”

“Of course I am!”

Again, you weren't stupid and you weren't going to let an opportunity pass you.

It didn't take the three of you long to get comfortable. Paul held himself open just inches from your face and Dwayne was already pressing the tip of your cock against his entrance. Dwayne sunk down slowly, appreciating the burning stretch every inch brought, Paul sat on your face like it was a goddamn chair. You moaned as Dwayne rode you, right against Paul’s hole. You figured that there was no better time to start. Taking both his hips into your hands, you held him steady as you prodded at his hole with your tongue, pressing inside with a bit of force. Already, he whined and tried to press more into himself, and you have him more, hearing him moan and watching as he used one hair to grab onto your hair, and the other to hold onto the head board, trying to stable himself.

You couldn't see Dwayne but you could feel him, he rode nice and slow, enjoying every bit of your cock to the fullest, even with Paul’s thoughts almost covering your ears you could still hear his soft, deep moans. Testing, you met him with a thrust, making his body jerk before settling again.

You focused back on Paul, he was much louder than Dwayne, with so much more energy coursing through his body. He wrapped his hand around his cock, low murmurs and desperate whines flowing like a river from his mouth.

“Yes, yes- ha- ah, mhh~! Right there, right there, please!”

You listened, pressing your tongue firmly inside him, his legs snapped shut, and his grip on your hair grew tighter before releasing completely, joining the other in damn near breaking your headboard. Slowly, panting hard, he opened his legs again, cum dripping all over his thigh and down to your face, a drop landing on your cheek.

He sat like that for a long moment, either trying to resituate his mind or come to terms with how fast and how hard he’d just cum.

Eventually, he rolled off of you and splayed out on the other side of the bed.

Dwayne stopped for a moment, wordlessly staring at the other man, he didn't say anything and didn't continue riding you until Paul gave him a thumbs up, albeit a tired one.

He rode you harder, bouncing on your cock, his hands gripping your shoulders, loud, wet slapping filled the room.

It didn't take you long to finish inside of him, he was wonderfully tight, even after repeatedly slamming your cock into himself. You didn't stop him though, letting him ride to his heart's content. A few moments later his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth fell open in a silent moan. Cum shot out of his cock, splattering against your chest.

He sat there warming your cock for another long moment before lifting off. He dropped on the opposite side of you. Just as clingy as he always was after sex, tossing his arm across your chest.

Paul, who seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open, let a goofy smile graze his face.

“Best ride ever, right Dwayne?”

Dwayne let out a small, tired laugh. Cuddling further into you with a satisfied smirk on his face.

[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 2 (Professor!Miguel O'Hara x F!College Student!Reader)

Pairing: Professor!Miguel O’Hara x F!College Student!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Swearing, Dirty Talk, Griding, Nipple Play, Marking/Hickeys, Thigh Riding, Handjobs, Pearl Necklaces/Facials Word Count: 2.4k+

A/N: AKA the chapter where you ride Papi Miguel's thigh. 😏 I hope you enjoy!

Side Note: I am not fluent in Spanish. If I made any mistakes, please correct me (respectfully!).

Ch. 1 <-•-> Ch. 3

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Your stomach felt like it was tied into knots as you padded down the hall, your dress billowing as you briskly walked towards Miguel’s office. You flattened the skirt of your dress and took a deep breath before you knocked on the large, wooden door. The door swung open, revealing Miguel staring down at you through his reading glasses. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the scent of his sandalwood cologne. 

“I’m glad you could make it,” he grinned ear to ear. You returned his smile as he stepped out of the way. You gasped as he splayed one of his massive hands across the small of your back, quickly ushering you inside. His office was quite neat and orderly, every book and paper lined up in perfectly straight rows. You jumped when he closed the door. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled. You shook your head. 

“It’s fine,” you murmured as you set your bag next to one of the chairs in front of his desk. 

“I wanted to discuss something before we begin our review,” he said as he cleared his throat. Your eyes widened as he locked the door behind him. He remained still as a statue for a few seconds before he lumbered towards you. You stayed glued to the floor as Miguel nearly pressed his front against yours, his shadow swallowing you whole. You felt like time itself froze as he cupped your chin in his large hand.  

“You think I don’t notice your longing stares during class, hm, chica?” he suddenly murmured, his voice dropping several octaves [girl]. A lump swelled in your throat as his eyes bored into your own. 

“W-What?” you squeaked. Miguel clicked his tongue as he gave you a wry grin.

“There’s no need to play coy, hermosa,” he purred as his other hand fell to your hip [beautiful]. You gasped as he dipped his head against your ear and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you have no idea how many times I had to stop myself from imagining you spread out for me on my desk,” Miguel groaned. "It's your fault I teach behind that damn desk most of the time, you know," he smirked. You shivered as you felt his plush lips caress the shell of your ear, the back of your thighs suddenly flush with the edge of his desk.  

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to…but I’ve waited so, so long for this,” he whispered before gently pecking your cheek. "For you," he added before kissing your other cheek. Your heart nearly burst as you gripped the edge of the desk and spread your legs, your core instantly ablaze at his simple gesture. You bit your lip and grabbed his broad shoulders. 

“Please, Miguel…I need you,” you whispered. Miguel narrowed his eyes and groaned before crashing lips against yours. You squealed as your mouths danced in a sloppy, wet kiss, one of your hands sliding up to grip his dark locks. He grunted as you tugged on his messy hair. 

“Coño,” he growled against your neck [Fuck]. You gasped as he grabbed your thighs before sitting you atop of his desk, knocking over several objects. You panted as he lowered his head before crashing his lips against yours. Both of you moaned into each other’s mouths as your lips danced with heated passion. Miguel swiped his tongue across your bottom lip before tugging on it between his teeth.

You parted your lips, sighing as he slipped his wet muscle inside. You whined when he squeezed your breasts, cupping them in his warm palms as he swirled his tongue around yours. His pupils were blown wide when the two of you parted, a long strand of spit connecting your mouths.  

“You have no fucking idea what you’ve been doing to me, princesa,” he murmured as he pressed his hips against yours [princess]. You keened as you felt his covered, swollen cock rub against your pussy as he furrowed his brows. 

“A-Ah, Miguel,” you moaned as you tilted your head back. The man above you snarled before he started to grind his hips against your clothed heat, his deft fingers working to strip you of your jacket.

“Keep talking, baby,” he muttered before suddenly tossing your cover-up aside. Goosebumps erupted over your skin as he kissed along your neck, lingering just over your pulse as you mewled. 

“M-Miguel,” you chanted his name as he sucked harshly against your skin. A sharp cry rang out through the small office as he leaned back. He hushed you before his hands fell over your exposed shoulders. You slowly slid off the desk to help him discard your dress. It crumpled onto the floor as you trembled, your core swelling with heat as you stood in front of him with a dark, lacy bra and a similar-looking thong. You bit your lip as he scanned up and down your body before sighing. 

“Espléndida,” he breathed in awe as he brushed his fingers over your cheek [Gorgeous]. Your body nearly melted at his touch as he tugged on the band of your thin panties. You gasped when his hands made quick work of your bra, letting it fall next to your dress. He groaned as your nipples hardened, his fingers and thumbs instantly finding their way to your sensitive buds. You squeezed your thighs as he massaged and pinched your nipples, his mouth lingering over your ear. 

“Are you sure you want to go further?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you replied almost instantly. Miguel’s low chuckle sent a shiver down your spine as his hands fell back to his side. You frowned as he stepped back, though your heart raced again as he took a seat in one of the large chairs. He gave you a hungry grin as he patted his large thigh. 

“Come have a seat, then,” he beckoned. You quickly rushed over, straddling his waist as your tits rubbed against his chest. You wanted to rip his clothes off, see his chiseled, naked body as you bounced on his unimaginably thick cock. Your brow knitted together when he placed his hands on your thighs. He licked his lips before rubbing circles against the flesh of your waist. 

“Mi conejita, while I’d love to feel your warm, tight pussy wrapped around my cock...I have another idea,” he whispered [my bunny]. Your chest grew tight as you groaned.

"What is it?" you asked. Miguel smoothed his thumb across your cheek as he smiled.

“How about you ride my thigh until your cum soaks all the way through my slacks?” he purred as his hands slid your panties down your thighs. You flushed as you heard him snarl, his eyes glued to the way your sticky folds glistened in the dim lighting of his office. 

“Tan mojada,” he breathed before spreading your warm lower lips apart with his thick digits [So wet]. You mewled as his other hand pushed your hips down against his thigh, the sudden contact causing you to jolt a little. Miguel chuckled before latching his lips to your own, letting his mouth linger as you hesitate for a moment. He leaned over as he stroked your lower back. 

“Cariño,” Miguel husked into your ear [Honey]. You wrapped your arms around his thick neck as you began to grind down on his leg. You shoved your face into his wide shoulder as a powerful wave of pleasure surged through your pussy.

“Mmmm there you go,” he drawled. You whined as you pushed your hips back and forth, each drag against his thigh making your pussy gush with more arousal. You heard him grunt as his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, his eyes locked onto the hypnotic sway of your body. 

“Fuck,” you sobbed as a wave of pleasure surged over your body. He nibbled on the lobe of your ear as he bucked his hips forward. “M-Miguel,” you choked as you started to grind a little faster. A deep rumble rose from his chest as he heard you call him by his name, his hand immediately tilting your head back up. 

“Give me those gorgeous lips, (Y/N),” the large man cooed. You complied, pushing forward as the two of you latched onto each other’s lips. You moaned into his mouth as you slid your hips back and forth. Miguel grunted before pulling back. “Look so hot riding my thigh,” he said before slapping your ass. You yelped, the sudden pain quickly mixing with pleasure before dripping right into your swollen clit. You gasped and sputtered into his mouth as you tilted your hips at a different angle, allowing your tender, puffy button to deliciously rub against the hardness of his thighs. 

“Oh God,” you mewled as you felt the tension in your lower belly wind into a tight knot. You heard him chuckle before he dove into your neck. You cried out as he sucked a hickey over your skin, the spot fresh and tender when he pulled away. You whimpered when you felt one of his hands slip away from your body, only to part your lips as you watched him unzip his pants.

You moaned softly as he pulled his throbbing cock out from his briefs. A bead of precum oozed from his flushed, bulbous tip as he squeezed the base of his shaft. A dangerous glint lingered in his dark eyes as he brought one of your hands to his cock, the heat of his flesh instantly overwhelming your senses as he steadied you on his leg. 

“I’ve got you, bebé,” he whispered as he splayed his hand over your hip [baby]. You panted, your pussy squelching against his pant leg as you wrapped your palm around his girth. You swallowed thickly, his thickness causing your legs to tremble as you began to pump your fist up and down his veiny shaft. The room was soon full of your heavy pants and slick squelches as your head began to spin. 

“That’s it…c-coño,” his hot breath fell over your shoulder as you glided your hand along his sweltering cock [fuck]. You nearly choked on your own breath as you felt the muscles in your lower stomach start to flinch and twist into knots. Miguel panted before he rested his forehead on yours. “You gonna cum hermosa, hm? Cum all over my leg like a good little puta?” the older man rumbled [beautiful; slut]. You nodded, your other hand desperately clutching his curling his shoulder. 

“Yes!” you cried out as you threw your head back. He smirked against your pulse, his hands pulling your body impossibly closer to his leg. 

“Cum for me, hermosa,” he growled before sinking his teeth into your shoulder [beautiful]. You wailed into his chest as your inner walls spasmed, your hips bucking wildly as your orgasm tore you to shreds. Your pace faltered as your body was overcome with bliss, your skin glistening with sweat as Miguel kissed the fresh bite-mark adorning your skin. Your hand still gripped his shaft as you floated back down from your high.

“You did so well…” he praised, his voice lingering a little as he placed his hand over yours. You slowed your movement over his cock as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. 

"Now...get on the floor and show those pretty tits of yours,” Miguel growled, his cheeks flush as he licked the corner of his mouth. You released a shaky breath as you slowly climbed onto the floor, your knees sinking into the soft rug as you kept your legs spread. You gazed up at him, his fucked out face nearly sending you over the edge again as he furiously jerked himself off, his swollen tip ready to burst. 

You gave him a wry smirk before you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue. Miguel scrunched his nose as his hips snapped forward, his warm cum trailing over your breasts and all the way up to your cheek. You moaned as you felt some of it splash against your wet tongue, savoring the salty taste of his seed. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rasped as he clenched his hair with his other hand, his cock twitching out the last few ropes of his spend as you jiggled your tits for him. Your legs trembled beneath you as you watched him fall back into his chair, his large chest heaving as he let his cock soften in his hand. It twitched when you showed him the stripe of cum on your tongue before you gulped it down. 

“Zorra traviesa,” he husked [Naughty fox]. You pressed your hands onto his knees as you shuffled forward, your cum-soaked tits nearly brushing over his legs. He cocked a brow as you leaned forward, catching the head of his cock between your lips as you suckled on it. Miguel hissed between gritted teeth as his thighs clenched beneath you. You gazed into his eyes as you swirl your tongue around his tip. The intoxicating saltiness lingered on your wet muscle as you licked him clean, his hands slowly stroking your hair as his breathing slowed. 

“You’re really something else, (Y/N),” he panted. You released your mouth from his cock with a wet “pop” as you slipped away. You flinched when you felt him rest a hand on your shoulder. “Please, let me,” he said softly as he grabbed some tissues nearby. Your entire body burned as he wiped away his spend from your body. A gentle yet solemn look graced his features as he finished cleaning you up. 

“Ahí tienes,” he said before swiping his thumb along your bottom lip [There you go]. You felt your heart sink a little as you glanced at the clock, your hour with him soon coming to a close. “I believe these are yours,” Miguel smirked as he held your clothes in his hand.

You blushed and smiled as you took them from him. You turned around, making sure you glance over your shoulder as you gave him a full view of your ass. Miguel raised his brow as he slung one of his arms over the chair, his eyes roaming over your backside. Your hands shook a little as you began to redress yourself…your brows raised as you noticed that your thong was missing. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you another one,” Miguel chuckled as you whipped your head around. His eyes were half-lidded and damn-near glazed over as he handed you your bag. He shuffled in place for a bit before picking at something in his side pocket. “Do you have any plans tonight?” he asked. You blinked and shook your head. 

“Just doing some homework,” you breathed, your heartbeat picking up again as he stared at you with a hungry gaze. You squealed when he stepped forward and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“Good…because I don’t want anyone interrupting the little surprise I have for you later,” he smirked against your mouth.

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maybe some rough sex with conrad? i love ur writingg!!

ROUGH SEX WITH CONRAD, CONRAD FISHER.

A/N I did what I could, I hope you like it. <3

TW/TAGS Edging, praise kink, rough sex, porn without a plot, nipple play, spit play, choke kink, dirty talk, let me know if I forgot anything.

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You were wearing nothing but his t-shirt while he had his fingers between your legs.

You were a mess of sighs, gasps, and moans. Conrad's lips shamelessly attacked the sensitive skin of your neck, biting and leaving love bites all over the area.

His fingers were responsible for collecting all your fluids to continue penetrating them inside you without mercy. He had been like this for at least hours and he never let you cum.

"Please, Connie, I need you— f-fuck." you gasped when with one precise curve of his fingers he hit that sweet spot that made you see stars.

"What do you need, hmm?" His face moved up to yours to kiss your jaw and cheeks. Your eyes and his were half lidded and you could feel his erection brush against your inner thigh. He needed you as much as you needed him. "Use your pretty little mouth." After his words he kissed your lips hungrily, biting your bottom lip.

"I need your cock, please fuck me into the mattress, please." Conrad stole another loud moan from your lips as his fingers pounded into your sloppy pussy with more speed, making you arch your back in pleasure. You were almost there.

"Since you're asking so nicely."

And then you lost all contact with his fingers inside you, making you moan so pathetically in frustration.

"Shh, shh, no whining, my good little whore knows how to wait, doesn't she? Open your mouth." His hand rested on your neck, collecting saliva in his mouth and as soon as you opened your mouth he let it fall into it. "Swallow." He ordered and you did, opening your mouth to show him that you had done it. "Good girl." He moved your legs to wrap them around his waist and you could feel the head of his cock rub against your entrance, making you gasp.

His hands were gripping so tightly on your thighs that you were sure he would leave red marks from his fingers.

Your mouth opened wide, so much so that you feared your jaw would drop. You felt the delicious burn his cock caused as soon as it entered you, stretching the soft walls of your wet pussy.

"Fuck, I'll never get used to how well you take my cock." His hands were responsible for raising your his shirt to your neck, leaving your breasts exposed and as soon as they were, his lips wrapped around your nipple, circling his tongue over the tip of it and his hips began to move in a slow rhythm at first.

Even though you were overly sensitive from the previous stimulation he gave you, you couldn't help but want more.

And as if he had read your mind, his hips began to move at a faster pace by the second.

You could feel all of him inside you, every vein, every curve, hitting all the right places inside you.

"Fuck, fuck, yes!" you let out in a loud moan, closing your eyes as you felt the pleasure flood your body once again.

"Hey, look at me." He grabbed your chin and as if it were possible, his hips slammed much harder and faster into yours.

Your back arched and your voice got stuck in your throat thanks to the intense pleasure. The head of his cock hit your g-spot incessantly, making you see stars.

"Damn, if you don't stop squeezing me like this I won't be able to stop myself from cumming fast." He gasped, throwing his head back, letting you see a beautiful sight, him in all his glory. "You're so fucking good for me, my pretty little slut."

His praise and degradation only motivated you more. And it seemed like that was exactly what Conrad wanted.

His hand went down between your bodies, easily finding your clit and began to stimulate it quickly.

"Cum on my cock, do it." His mouth bit and sucked on your neck, hitting the exact spot that would make you explode completely.

"Shit!" You exclaimed as soon as the knot in your lower tummy exploded.

For a moment you were stunned and seeing white as you came and Conrad made it even longer by his constant thrusts until he came too and collapsed on your chest.

"Holy shit." He murmured agitatedly, kissing your collarbone.

"Yeah, holy shit." You muttered, breathing heavily.

"We should repeat that, very very soon." You laughed one last time at his implication.

"Yeah, love, yes."

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[sailorholly]

Strictly Business Pt 3

Summary: Spencer wants to gain sexual experience before asking out his dream date. You just want a way to release stress. What could go wrong?

Pairings: Spencer Reid x F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Smut. Oral (m.receiving). 18+ only. Minors DNI. Typical Criminal Minds violence and case descriptions.

W/C: 1.1K

A/N: I’m on vacation this week, so Part 4 might be a little off schedule.

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You settle between Spencer’s thighs grabbing his boxers and pulling them down his legs. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” He tells you as you bring your mouth toward his throbbing cock.

“Are you kidding? You just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I want to do this.” He stops his objections when your mouth closes around his tip. “Did you know the word fellatio comes from the Latin word for suck?”

Of course he’s rambling off facts right now. It’s probably because he’s nervous. “Spencer, just relax. I want to make you feel good. Just focus on me.” He nods his head in agreement.

You wrap your mouth around him. You trace the veins along his length with the tip of your tongue. He jerks his hips in response. You slowly take him to the back of your throat. He whimpers, placing his hands on your head to hold you in that spot.

You look up at him, his eyes are squeezed tightly shut. You moan around him. You love seeing him come undone like this. You bring him back out, slurping the tip. Your hand does most of the work.

“Please?” He begs. You slide him back in your warm mouth. He thrusts forward. You hollow your cheeks, beginning to to suck. Spencer rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb rubs gently against it.

You take him all the way in, swallowing around him when he hits the back of your throat. His grip in your hair tightens as you repeat the action. “I’m… I’m gonna cum.” He warns. He tries to pull himself out of your mouth. But you place your hands on his thighs, taking him impossibly deeper. You hear him moaning something that slightly resembles your name as he spills down your throat.

“No one has ever done that for me. That was incredible. Thank you.” You smile at him, accepting his praise. He grabs your hands, helping you to your feet. “Do you want to stay for a while? We could cuddle.”

You instantly regret saying it. You know what this is, but you crave for him to hold you after the night you just had. “We probably shouldn’t cuddle or spend the night after we do this.” “You’re right. I wasn’t thinking.” You explain.

He pulls his clothes back on, watching as you do the same. You follow him to the door leaning against the frame as he walks a few doors down to his room. Both of your attention is drawn down the hallway when you hear footsteps.

Rossi reaches his room, brown paper bag in hand. He looks both of you over. There is no hiding the messy hair and flushed cheeks. There would be no denying what you had been doing. “Rossi, I can-“ Spencer starts. Rossi shakes his head, a smile spreading across his face. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

The night off was beneficial to the whole team. Everyone was at the top of their game. You helped Spencer with the geographical profile. You weren’t sure how the two of you got any work done.

You couldn’t stop looking at each other. Your smiles were so wide, they threatened to split your faces. Rossi walked in to tell you what JJ had found at the crime scene. “You know if you want to keep this quite, you’re going to have to stop looking at each other like that.”

Hotch came in wanting someone to go to the latest victim’s house with him. You decided Rossi had a point, so you quickly volunteered to go. When you were leaving you thought Spencer looked a little hurt. But you had to be imagining it.

You opened the victim’s laptop. You call Penelope so she could go through it. “Mistress of all things wonderful here. How can I be of assistance?” “Hey Pen, I need you to take a look at this computer for me.”

“I’m on it! Hey, have you talked to boy genius lately?” It felt like your heart stopped beating. There was no way she could know. “Um, I was with him a little while ago. But, I went with Hotch. Why, is everything okay?”

“Im not sure. He was acting stranger than normal when I talked to him earlier. I thought if anyone knew what was wrong, it would be you.” When you got back to the station, you learned Penelope was right. Spencer was acting strange.

It seemed like he was avoiding you. He gave you short answers on the rare occasion he did talk to you. When you walked in the room, he would leave. Hotch asked both of you to go get dinner for the team. Spencer made every excuse to get out of going. At the end of the night, everyone went back to the hotel.

Spencer rode over with Derek, JJ, and Emily so he wouldn’t be in the same car as you. You were fuming. You text him to see what was wrong since he wouldn’t talk to you in person. When you got out of the shower, you saw he had read your message but ignored it.

You had all you could take. You storm out of your room, sprinting to his. You knock loudly on his door, not caring who you woke up. He opens the door, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “What is your problem, Spencer? I haven’t done anything to you and you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

He stands aside letting you in the room. “I’ve not been ignoring you.” You shoot him a death glare. “You are lying right to my face. I don’t know what I did. I just want to make it right.” He takes a seat on his bed.

“It was what Rossi said. I thought we were going to tone it down, but then you offered to go with Hotch so quickly. It hurt because I thought you were leaving so no one would know. I thought you were ashamed of what we did, embarrassed of me.”

His voice cracked when he explained himself. You felt horrible. You didn’t think he would misinterpret your intentions. “Spencer, I’m so sorry. I was just going with Hotch so we wouldn’t be all over each other all day. I thought if we had some space, it would help us chill out. I never meant to hurt you. I’m not ashamed of you at all. I just didn’t think you wanted anyone to know. You remember the talk Hotch gave us the other day? I thought we could just keep it between us… and Rossi.” You giggle.

Spencer contemplates your answer for a moment. “I’m sorry I behaved badly. I just didn’t know what to do.” You put your arms around him pulling him in for a hug. “This might be a bad idea if you’re going to react this way without talking to me first. Maybe we should stop.”

He shakes his head no. “It won’t happen again. Please, I need your help.” “Just promise me you’ll talk to me if anything bothers you from now on.” He smiles. “Deal.” He says linking your pinkies together.

Part Four

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Oblivious love (c.s x reader)

Chapter six

Tw: SMUT! SUGGESTIVE! UNPROTECTED SEX! Minors plz dni, rough, fluff, Fem reader, p in v

Hii okay I’ve never really posted smut and haven’t wrote much of it, so feedback is always sosososo helpful because I just want to make sure I’m appealing to the reader!! Thank you for all your support <3

"they're closed i swear" his voice was muffled through the door. i opened the door in a timid manner, seeing him in the same position he was in before with his hands covering his eyes. "can i look?" he smiled and kicked his feet like a child.

"im scared" i set down my clothes and the box, holding the condom in my hand.

"don't be" he bit his lip with a wide smile as if he were trying to contain himself. "okay im going to open them" he sounded ambiguous and as soon as he removed his hands from his eyes i shut my own. i was afraid of his reaction, even though he was the one who wanted it on. he gasped loudly, making my whole body heat up as i covered my face with my hands with embarrassment. "(y/n) (y/m/n)," his voice was stern as i heard him walk up towards me. "i just have to tell you this now," he grabbed both my wrist into his hands and took my hands off my eyes. "i love you so much as an individual, i love your soul, and i love who you are" he smiled down at me as the lust regained back in his eyes. "but my love," his hands let go of my wrist and started to travel down my body. "i am so lucky that i have such a hot and beautiful girlfriend" his eyes scanned all over my body like it was his first time seeing me revealed to him. "do a lil' spin for me" he held my one hand up in the air as i smiled back up at him. as i spun for him, he immediately began spewing compliments. "oh baby," his voice was hoarse as i faced him after the full turn. "my god you are actually going to be the death of me" he dragged his hands down his now pink face, his eyes still looking me up and down.

"yeah, real smooth by the way" i grabbed his hand and aggressively put the condom in his palm.

"what?" he raised his eyebrows innocently as he began to cross his arms defensively. "is there an issue?"

"sort of" i brought my hands up to his shoulders and began to trace my nails along his arms.

"and that is?" his arms tensed under my fingertips touch as i dragged my nails softly down his biceps and forearms. feeling him stiffen under my fingers like this gave me a huge surge of confidence.

"i don't know when my mom is coming home.." my eyes batted up at him. i grew more egotistical as his eyes continued to roam all over my body, his cheeks were quick to begin heating up as well as mine.

"not anytime soon, she's having margarita's with my mom." he grabbed my hands and swayed me over to my bed making me flustered at how dominate he was. He threw the condom on the side of the bed quickly before he began gripping my waist harshly, guiding me on-top of my bed.

"are you sure?" i teased him some more, crossing my legs as he began to gently lay me down.

"i'm positive" he slowly began to crawl on top of me and his big hands pushed the back of my thighs apart. i was quick to feel his large erection in his sweatpants as his hips connected with mine. "is this okay my love?" his brows raised with slight innocence. i nodded as my hands reached up to hold his gentle but sinful face while his hands grabbed my knees and pushed them apart even further so he could get even closer to me. "you can tell me to stop at anytime" he leaned down and began to plant gentle kisses along my jaw, making me completely melt within his lips. each kiss was soft along my jaw, his warm breath hit my skin giving me instant chills.

he then began to kiss the sides of my neck with more harsh intention. his lips felt just as soft as he bit and sucked on my delicate skin. one of his hands reached down to my hip, gripping it tightly and the other hand squeezed my waist.

hot, tingly sensations ran all throughout my body as he did this, kissing me in all my sensitive areas and gripping me with desperation. "chris..." i slightly muttered, my breaths became heavy as his tongue glided from my neck to my collarbones. he began to peck and softly suck the sensitive area as my legs tensed on either side of him.

"you taste so sweet my love" his lips trailed down to my breast as my breath got stuck in my throat. i wrapped my legs around his middle, bringing him in even more closer to me. his erection was getting bigger through his sweatpants as it rubbed against my wet panties. "are you impatient baby?" he picked his head up from my chest as his droopy eyes stared down at me.

"Yes," my skin began to felt cold from the absence of his lips on them. he chuckled slyly before reaching his head back down to my lips, kissing them harshly as we both synced together. i could feel the immense amount of hunger from each of the kisses we shared. we were both needy and only for each other. our tongues began to slip into each others mouths as he started to grind his clothed member against me, making me lose it completely. "chris please.." i groaned softly into his lips, feeling more desperate by the moment. my panties felt soaked, we haven't even gotten into it but i was already a pleading mess underneath him. he laughed softly in the kiss, taking his hands off of me before pulling away and hovering above me. i still kept my legs tightly gripping around him so he wouldn't have much room to move. "stop teasing me" i looked sternly up at him as his smile was extremely cocky.

"i don't know what you're talking about" he grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and slowly started to pull them down. his member poked through his boxers prominently, making my heart race. "but you know i grant my princesses wishes" he pulled down his boxers slowly, his cock immediately sprang out and hit his lower stomach. my throat became tight at the glorious sight of him. he started to stroke his cock a as i watched in lustful adoration. his arms were slightly flexed as he stroked himself, his face showing slight pleasure while his forehead began to grow a bit sweaty. "are you ready princess?" he looked down at me with a hungry, piercing stare, like i was a peace of meat to a lion. my heart dropped with the gaze he shared with me.

"mhm," i hummed before his fingers gently glided down my wet thong.

"you're so wet already love" he smiled confidently at the fact. his fingers pinched the soaked fabric of my thong and moved them to the side, exposing myself to him. "so beautiful.." he mumbled while bringing his hand up to my face, caressing it gently.

third person in sorry i cannot write smut in first person it's too hard >:(

as much as (y/n) wanted this, she was also very nervous. she's already sensitive as is, especially with them not fucking for several months. he could also get extremely rough with her. he doesn't mean to, but he gets so carried away in the moment.

"you can always tell me to stop" he looked down at her with soft eyes so she knew he was genuine. All she could do was nod in response considering her heart was swelling in her throat at how close his fingers were to her vagina. he gently moved the lingerie aside before gliding the tip of his cock around her clit.

her toes curled at the light sensation of his tip, only making her crave all of his length. "please chris," she whimpered as he now teased her entrance. tingles were being sent throughout her core that ached for him.

seeing (y/n) so desperate and needy for him only added more fuel to his fire. he had thought about this upcoming moment since the last time they fucked. chris loves his girlfriend to pieces, he loves her for who she is, and no matter what she looked like, he was there for her. but every now and then he'd thank the universe for being blessed to have a girl with hypnotic physically features.

chris gripped the underneath of (y/n)'s thighs, spreading them apart as he precisely lined himself up with her. gently, chris slowly began to push himself inside of her tight pussy, and immediately he had felt instant ecstasy. only her walls had suffocated his tip, but he was already sent to the moon. "baby..." he grunted with relief as he pushed himself deeper inside of her, going slowly so he could feel every inch of her clenching around him. "baby i missed you" his voice was shaky as he was fully inside of her now, standing there for a few moments so they could both take in the purely blissful moment. "fuck i missed you" he squeezed the back of her thighs in a way to get out the extra tension he was feeling at this moment.

"chris.." she whined gently as he noticed her hands clenched onto her bedsheets. he could tell she was extremely sensitive already, and he didn't want to push her limits. yet.

he pulled his hips back and began thrusting slowly, (y/n)'s breathing got much heavier. "does it feel good baby?" he gripped her thighs tighter as he sluggishly pushed himself in and out of her. he felt like his performance wasn't the best right now considering his own head was in euphoric clouds.

"mhm," she hummed wearily and he thought as if his knees were going to give out from her small moans and murmurs. "you feel so good chris.." it was a deadly melody to his ears, the way her ass would slap against his thighs, her heavy breathing, her divine whining, the way she said his name...

"you are so gorgeous" he squeezed his eyes shut and tried focusing on trying not to finish right then and there. "fuck baby..." even with his eyes closed, he still seen a perfect image of her in his head. his thrust became lethargic as he tried to stable his breathing. "baby i'm sorry i might finish" he panted, gripping her thighs so tight that his jagged fingernails were digging in her skin.

"don't finish yet" (y/n)'s eyes were basically rolled to the back of her head, the feeling of his cock hitting her walls was something she didn't know she needed. she couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence rush through her blood. seeing her boyfriend almost finish within a short amount of time was frowned upon with most girls, but it made her more cocky and assertive. seeing how vulnerable and weak he could get with her, how easy he could melt within her, he basically praised the ground she walked on. "take a break my love" her hands squeezed onto his wrist, his pace completely slowed and he listened to her words like he was under a spell. "lay down," she looked up at chris with gentle eyes that glistened with tears as some rolled down her cheeks.

"are you okay?" he limply shuffled himself onto her bed, resting his sweaty back against her cold headboard, his head lay wearily against her grey bedroom walls. "are you crying?"

"don't worry about me" she crawled up to him, throwing her leg over his torso and hovered over his throbbing cock. "are you okay?" she repeated his question, seeing how dreary he looked already.

"don't worry about me" he raised his brows in a mocking manner, his response was laced with sass. a small sleek grin formed on his face from her jaw dropping at his mimicking. his hands found their way up to her waist, guiding and lining her up with his needy, leaky cock.

with the help of his tight hands, she lowered herself onto his dick, taking him all in once again.  "fuck" she groaned, sitting weakly on his torso with his cock throbbing inside of her.  "you're so big.." she panted, placing her hands on chris's shoulders for support as she began to lift herself, feeling every inch of his cock in her.

he tightly gripped her waist for his own support as she began maliciously riding his cock. she bounced up and down on him, selfishly riding him for her own pleasure. but he didn't even mind, seeing his girl look like a complete goddess during the most filthy times was more than enough for him. "that feels good huh?" a smug smirk plastered on his face as her nails dug into the back of his shoulders, her tits bounced with every move as his hands began guiding her now to the pace he wanted. "you're so beautiful.." he grunted as he bucked his own hips to her rhythm.

(y/n)'s head was spinning. the physical pleasure would've never been the same if it wasn't for chris's constant reassurance and compliments, making her confident and enjoying herself more. he made her feel so good about herself physically and mentally, she was in a complete dream state. her hands lowered onto his back, gripping him for more support as she vigorously endured his length.

"chris.." she slurred his name as her head wearily dropped onto his scratched shoulders, her head was completely fogged and her body felt too overstimulated.

"i don't deserve you (y/n)" he mumbled into her ear as he planted soft kisses along her neck. the way she moaned his name would always give him an underlying feeling of warmth and bliss. "relax" he more demanded her than asked her, and she listened without a second thought. "there you go.." his voice was hoarse as she limply sat on him, her head still nestled in his shoulder. he began to move her waist with his large hands, grinding her tired body against his thick cock. "that's my pretty girl" he pushed her hips back and forth slowly, his dick practically aching in her. her whimpers were mumbled into the skin on his neck, making all of his hair stick up and goosebumps erupt on his arms. her breath was hot and weary as her chest was pressed against his, and tears still flooded her eyes that dripped onto his bare shoulder.

he lifted up her hips slightly so he had room to start savagely pounding her. the change of pace slightly frightened her, but in a good way. "chris..!" she cried out while feeling his hands move her up and down as his hips perfect synced up with his hands, fucking her harshly. "fuck chris..!" her head threw back from off of his shoulders, giving chris the magical sight of tears streaming down her face, her mouth slightly hung open from her screaming moans, and her disheveled hair bouncing with each thrust he gave her. in his eyes, she looked like a perfect angel that had just fallen from the sky. he was mesmerized by her and anything she has ever done.

"god you're so fucking perfect (y/n)" he grit his teeth as he picked up to an ungodly pace, stuffing her like a rag-doll. she screamed now, unable to hold back her cries of pleasure at this point. tears rolled frantically down her face as his huge cock fucked the brains out of her. "baby please can i cum?" his chest was erratically rising and falling, his eyes drifting down to where his dick was being submerged into her. everytime he'd trust into her, her thighs and ass would recoil in the most beautiful way, the sound of their skin slamming into each other was easily captured in his mind.

"y-yes!" she cried out, leaving trails of scratches down his back that she'd most definitely feel embarrassed about later. she would be lying too if she wasn't about to reach her climax as well.

"thank you" he was breathless as he slammed her hips down even harder onto his dick, her screaming rang throughout the entire house now while she held onto chris for as much stability as possible. she lost all thought as his new pace, her eyes were rolled to the back of her head as she began to slightly drool now.

"i-i think i'm going to-" she couldn't even finish her sloppy sentence before she released onto his cock, the feeling was an extreme sensation chris would never be able to get over.

"that's my girl" he cooed deviously at her and fucked her senselessly. "hold on a little longer for me baby" he grunted as he greedily smashed into her, taking in the beautiful sight of his overworked girlfriend in front of him. "god you're beautiful" words began to spew out of his mouth as he reached closer to his orgasm. "you're too good for me.." her ass mindlessly clapped against his thighs as her head was still in the clouds. “baby fuck,” his breathing picked up much more as he quickly pulled her off of him, effortlessly holding her up off his shaft as his cum shot up and all over his happy trail and the bottom of his t-shirt.

(y/n) shuffled to the end of the bed, completely collapsing into her fuzzy blanket as chris stroked himself to get any remaining cum out from his member. "are you sure my mom is still at your place?" (y/n) looked over at the charming sight of her boyfriend leaning against the headboard, his hair extremely messy, forehead sweaty, cum all over his happy trail with his eyes stuck on her.

"positive" he took a deep breath to let his thoughts come back into his brain. "are you okay?" he crawled next to her as she still laid limply on the edge of the bed.

"i'm perfect" she looked up at him, her eyes were quite droopy with tears still stained on her face. his face was still disturbed with major concern, his eyes scanned every area of her body incase she was genuinely hurt. "chris" she reached up and touched his face, grabbing his attention fully. "i am okay" she smiled, which only caused him to smile back.

"i hate seeing you cry" he softly dragged his thumbs across her face, wiping up the remaining tears that fell from her eyes.

"i know" she watched him switch from being an animal to extremely gentle with her. that's one of the things she loved the most about him. he was always gentle with her. "they were happy tears though" she nudged his belly teasingly before he bent down and kissed her forehead.

"i'm going to be right back," he told her as he got up from her bed, his bare ass running out the room as she laughed at his child-like mannerism. (y/n) still laid there still while regaining her consciousness as he ran into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth she kept under her sink and began to run warm water. he picked up the hem of his shirt and began to wipe off the cum that covered his stomach and his dick that was still slightly leaky. he jogged back into her bedroom to where she was still laying on the bed, staring dazed at the ceiling. "are you sure you're okay?" chris approached her now with the warm washcloth, and he gently spread her legs to see her pussy was still glistening.

"i promise im okay" she smiled up at him as he started to wipe the insides of her thighs. he then carefully wiped her glistening cunt of any remanding body fluids, but he was still mesmerized by her perfect, beaten pussy.

"round two?" he cocked a brow at her in a joking manner, his cock already starting to slightly stiffen.

"christopher..!" she grit in between her teeth, swinging her foot up to kick him in the behind. "you're crazy" they both began to laugh with each other before they each started to get dressed, but chris wouldn't let her move a muscle. he carefully took the lingerie off of her, and dressed her into her pajama pants and the sweatshirt of his she religiously wore even though it didn't smell like him anymore.

but that does matter right now, all that matters was they were both finally reunited again, and their love during their separation never changed and it never will.

(They both did end up going for round two)

[maimingaffairs]

MY SWEET WRITER PLS DO ME FAVOUR OF A DARKLING AND FEM READER CARRIAGE SMUT . I need the desperation factor where they couldn’t even wait to get back to the little palace . In other terms extremely h o r n e y reader and darkling .

i hope u like and choose to write this if not it’s completely ok

thank u and stay safe u beautiful mind

this is just… somewhat plotless ;) IF U FEEL ME. all my work is done at 3 am so i apologize for the mediocrity. also this is literally just … porn with a slight plot. no other way to describe it. pls don’t interact unless ur 18+.

warnings: NSFW CONTENT. it’s literally just smut. it’s all just smut. smut under the cut just go away if ur a child

word count: 1.7k

Desperate (aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

The ride back to Os Alta was painfully long. You sat across from your husband and kept your eyes on his. His stare was heated and your fingers itched to reach for him. This was probably the most time you’d spent with him in the last few weeks because of his duties with the Second Army, and you wanted him. In any way that you could have him. 

You sat sandwiched between Feydor and Ivan who were bored and looking out the window. Aleksander’s eyes were wide and he was staring at you with a type of desire that made you press your thighs together underneath your dress. 

Of course, you still had hours to go before you reached the capital. Though, you weren’t sure you could make it. And by the look on your husband’s face, you could tell he was thinking the exact same thing. 

“Ivan. Feydor.” 

Both men turned their heads towards your husband as he spoke their names, and you bit your lip. 

“Get out.” Aleksander commanded sharply. His voice had a sharp edge to it and Ivan raised his eyebrows and shook his head. 

“What do you mean?” He asked incredulously. 

“What do I mean? I mean get out of this carriage immediately and ride a horse or something. Walk for all I care. Just get out.” He breathed. 

Ivan looked at him and then looked at you, seemingly not understanding what was going on. But he tapped the back of the carriage a few times hard and it came to a stop. When it stopped, he and Feydor climbed out and left the two of you alone. Your eyes once again met your husband’s and he unblinkingly stared back at you as the carriage lurched forward again. 

You couldn’t help your next action, because before you knew what you were doing, you had pushed yourself off of the seat across from him and threw yourself across the gap keeping you two apart. His hands received your clumsily tossed body with grace and reassurance, catching you by your waist. He tugged you onto his lap as comfortably as he could and lifted your skirts hurriedly, pushing them up to your knees so that you could easily straddle his lap. 

“You are never coming with me to camp again, do you understand me? You’re such a terrible temptation.” Aleksander groaned as you leaned forward to pepper sloppy kisses all over his neck. 

You only gave a hum in reply, rolling your hips down against his just once. He groaned and reached up behind you to grab a handful of your hair as gently as he could. He pulled your head away from his neck and brought you up to press a needy kiss to your lips. The desperation shared between your lips tasted delicious on your tongue and you let out a moan into his mouth. His fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled you closer, his nose pressing against yours as he kissed you. When the two of you had a desperate need for air, he pulled away from you, leaving you gasping and starving for him. 

His forehead laid upon yours and his jaw tightened as he held the back of your head with his free hand, “I’ve needed you so badly.” He grumbled, leaning forward to peck your lips a few times. 

“Just as I’ve needed you.” You managed to whisper out as you rolled your hips down against his again. 

He tipped his head backwards and closed his eyes with a quiet groan and he reached down to grab your waist with both of his hands, “Don’t be a tease.” He hummed, clicking his tongue. 

“Then touch me.” You pleaded and leaned your head down to rest against his shoulder. 

He wasted no time in pushing the hem of your dress up to your thighs and he slipped his hands underneath your skirts. He gripped your thighs tightly and pushed your legs apart and you took note of the wetness that pooled between your thighs. You bit down on your bottom lip and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, letting out a quiet whine. 

“Aleksander, please.” You whispered, pressing your lips against his skin. 

You swore you heard him growl quietly and he pushed your underwear aside swiftly. 

“You’re already so wet. Is that for me?” He asked cockily and you let out a little huff and rolled your hips forward. 

“No. Answer me.” He commanded sharply as he dragged the tip of his middle finger up your folds. 

You shivered deliciously and nodded once, face still pressed against his neck, “Yes. Always.” You breathed, and were instantly rewarded with his middle finger sliding inside of you slowly. You reached up and gripped his upper arms near his shoulders and you let out a quiet, relieved huff of air as he slowly curled his finger inside of you. 

He was wasting absolutely no time though, because before you could comprehend the first finger, he was sliding a second into you with ease. Normally, he’d take his time with you but you suspected his patience had been thrown to the wind with the way he’d started to pump his fingers in and out of you at a moderate pace. A moan fell from your lips and you pulled your head away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. 

You stared up into his lust-darkened eyes and bit down on your bottom lip just a bit. Your cheeks heated up a bit under his gaze and you leaned in to lay your forehead against his. A little, lazy grin formed on his lips and he moved his fingers a bit faster, leaving you whimpering his name quietly. 

A few moments of this had you close to your climax and you reached up to cup his cheeks. You leaned in to kiss him heatedly, but he pulled back after just a couple of seconds and he shook his head, feeling you tighten around his fingers. 

“No. Not yet. I want you to cum on my cock.” He growled and quickly pulled his fingers out of your cunt. 

You gasped in shock and opened your mouth to protest but he was faster than you. He silenced you before you could speak by sliding his pointer and middle fingers into your mouth. He raised his eyebrows at you as if to egg you on and you wrapped your lips around his fingers and licked them clean, enjoying the taste of yourself on his skin. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you hurriedly reached down between your bodies and unfastened his belt and undid his pants. You reached down into his pants and gently freed his nearly completely hard cock. He groaned quietly at your touch and you wrapped your fingers around him, slowly stroking him. 

The sound that came out of his mouth was heavenly, even more so the second time he moaned, because it was in the form of your name. You smiled, pleased with yourself, and you continued to stroke his cock until his hand was around your wrist and he was stopping you. 

“Stop. I need to be inside of you.” He breathed and adjusted you in his lap just a bit for comfort. He reached between the two of you and positioned himself at your entrance, his tip brushing against your folds, slick with your arousal. You were ready to whine and tell him to not be a tease before he wordlessly lifted you just a bit and lowered you down onto his cock. The movement had you gasping and you reached up to grab onto his shoulders while you adjusted to his size and sunk down onto him entirely. You flickered your gaze up to his and he gave you one quick smile before he grasped your waist and held you up while he set a rapid pace with his hips. You let out a loud moan that resembled his name somewhat and you tossed your head backwards, moving your hips with his, in time with his thrusts. 

It was likely the most unceremonious and rushed sex you’d ever had with your husband. Normally Aleksander took his time with you, made you beg and plead before he finally gave in and fucked you. Not now. The desperation between the two of you was palpable. 

You let out a soft whine and began to lift and drop your hips in time with his movements, holding onto his shoulders for rapport. He swore loudly and reached up with one hand to grab a handful of hair from the back of your head. 

“Fuck. I love you.” He growled and then pulled your head backwards with your hair. He lowered his lips down onto your throat and he flicked his tongue against your skin, “Such a good girl for me.” He mumbled, his voice making your skin vibrate. 

His free hand made its way between the two of you and he pressed his thumb down against your clit, rolling it in slow circles. You let out a cry and rolled your hips into his touch as you continued to bounce on his lap, meeting his hurried thrusts. You moaned out his name as you chased your orgasm, feeling it build up quickly inside of you once more. 

“I’m so close, Aleksander.” You whimpered, tightening your hold on his shoulders. 

“Do it. Cum.” He commanded through labored breaths against your neck. 

It didn’t take long for your climax to make you see white and you let out a gasp before you moaned his name, your head lolling backwards. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you heard your husband moan in tandem with you and you felt his release just after your own. 

The two of you sat in silence for a long time trying to catch your breaths and come back down from your highs, Aleksander’s thumb lazily still moving around your clit. Finally, he moved his hand away from you and he wrapped both of his arms around you and pulled you down against his chest. 

“I’d like to say we were discreet but I reckon we are going to catch hell for this from Ivan and Feydor.” He mumbled, resting his cheek against your shoulder. 

You laughed and then shrugged, reaching up to run your fingers through his tousled hair. 

“It was worth all the hell in the world.”