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❝ goodies, j. burrow. ❞ ‎ ‎ ┉

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: ja'marr is a lot of things, subtle is not one of them. when he drops the bomb of joe's no nut november pact, it's only fair you make it as difficult for him to stick to it as possible, right?

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: the idea that started this entire nnn series lol lsu joe 😵‍💫. day six of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, arkansas slander, reader is a menace, sexting, dick pic, unprotected sex, mention of the pull-out method, handjob.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: lsu!joe burrow x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 6.2k.

Your living room buzzed with the chatter of friends and the distant sounds of a video game battle royale. You leaned into the couch, your elbow digging into the cushion as you listened to Alani and Portia's latest gossip, their laughter echoing off the walls. Across from you, Joe, Ja'Marr, and Justin were huddled around the TV, controllers in hand, immersed in a digital world of basketball glory. The aroma of pizza and the occasional snort of laughter filled the air.

Ja'Marr looked up from the screen and caught your eye, a sly smile spreading across his face. "So, Joe," he said, pausing the game, "How's No Nut November treating you?"

Joe's thumbs hovered over his controller, his eyes flicking over to you before returning to the screen. "It's fine, man. No big deal."

But your ears had perked up at the mention of the infamous challenge. You felt your eyebrows furrow in reaction to Joe's participation in something so ludicrous. "No Nut November?" you echoed, your voice laced with disbelief.

Ja'Marr chuckled, leaning back into the couch. "Yeah, Joe suggested we do it this season. You know, build up that testosterone for the big games."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, so you're telling me that if I showed up at your place, begging you to fuck me, you’d turn me down?” You challenged, your voice a blend of playfulness and disbelief.

Joe, ever the poker face, barely glanced away from the TV. "Well, you're not begging," he quipped, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "And it's not just about saying no. It's about self-discipline."

You rolled your eyes and whispered to Alani and Portia, "Can you believe this?" The three of you stifled your laughter, exchanging knowing glances.

"Hold up," Portia said, leaning towards you, "If Joe's really into this 'No Nut November' shit, maybe we can make a bet of our own."

Your eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yeah, like how much you think it'll take for him to crack?"

Your competitive spirit ignited. "I bet he won't make it through the week."

Alani and Portia's giggles grew louder, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "Okay," Alani drawled out as she thought for a moment. "We'll bet on it. If you can get Joe to break before the week is over, we'll buy your drinks for the rest of the month. But if he makes it, you're cleaning the apartment for the month."

Your mouth twitched with a smirk. "You're on," you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder. You knew Joe's resolve was iron-clad, but you had a few tricks up your sleeve.

"Are you seriously betting on my bet? That's cold, babe," Joe called out from the couch without taking his eyes off the TV, a hint of amusement in his voice. You stuck your tongue out at him before turning to your friends, your eyes gleaming with determination. "Game on," you said, raising your hand for a high five.

The week began with a series of subtle teases from you. You would strut into the room wearing nothing but Joe's oversized t-shirts, your bare legs leaving little to the imagination. You would bake his favorite cookies, their warm, sweet scent wafting through the apartment when he'd stop by to see you. You would casually drop sexually charged innuendos into typical conversations, watching Joe's reactions with a devilish glint in your eye.

But Joe remained unfazed, his resolve stronger than ever. Each day, he'd give you a knowing smile and say, "Good luck with that," before retreating back to his phone or his laptop. The tension grew thicker than the smell of those freshly baked cookies, and the conversations between the two of you were more heated than the Baton Rouge summer humidity.

One evening, as the week dragged on, you sat on the couch with Joe, your legs thrown over his lap, watching the latest episode of your favorite TV drama. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his muscular thighs tense beneath you. The room was dimly lit by the flickering TV screen, casting a warm glow on your faces. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his neck, whispering sweet promises and nibbling on his ear. His grip on your thigh tightened, and you knew you had his full attention.

"Come on, Joe," you purred, your voice dripping with seductive challenge. "You can't tell me you're not feeling it."

Joe's jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving the TV. "Babe, I'm serious. This is a commitment I made. And I'm not losing."

Your smile grew wider, your eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I know you're serious," you whispered, your hand sliding up to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. "But I'm just saying, you've got to be close to the edge by now."

Joe's eyes darted to yours, a spark of annoyance mixed with lust. "I can handle it," he said firmly, his voice strained.

The days turned into a dance of temptation and denial. You upped your game, slipping into his apartment while he studied, dressed in his favorite set underneath an oversized hoodie, your moisturized skin glowing in the soft lamplight. You would whisper dirty thoughts in his ear, your breath tickling his skin, your fingers tracing the waistband of his sweatpants, feeling the growing bulge beneath. Each time, Joe would push you away with a gruff laugh, calling you relentless.

But you were more determined than ever. You knew Joe's weaknesses, the way he liked his kisses—needy, all tongue as you moaned into each other's mouths—and the way his eyes would glaze over when you touched him just right.

One evening, you decided to bring in the big guns. As you sat side by side in your bedroom, you leaned over and whispered, "Babe, I need you to help me with something."

Joe looked up from his laptop, his blue eyes piercing through the darkness. "What's up?"

You bit your bottom lip, your heart racing. "I can't focus on my homework," you whined, your voice low and seductive. "I'm just too distracted."

Joe raised an eyebrow. "What do you need my help with?"

You leaned closer, your hand sliding onto his thigh. "Well, you know what usually helps me focus..." You trailed off, your eyes flicking down to his crotch before meeting his gaze again.

Joe sighed, setting his laptop aside. "You're not playing fair," he said, though the smirk on his face betrayed the seriousness of his words. You giggled as you shrugged playfully. "But I need you, Joe. I really do."

The air grew thick with tension as Joe contemplated his options. He knew he was close to breaking, and your touch was making it increasingly difficult to hold out. You slid your hand up to his waistband, your thumb brushing against the bulge that had formed in his shorts. His breath hitched, his resolve wavering like a candle in a storm.

"Babe, I can't. You know the rules," Joe murmured, trying to ignore the heat building in his pants. But you weren't one to back down easily. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. "Please, Joe. Just a little bit," you begged, your voice a seductive purr.

Joe's hand shot up, gripping the back of your neck firmly, his eyes flashing with desire. "Babe, you're going to be the death of me," he groaned.

Your grin grew even wider, your brown eyes sparkling with mischief. You sat up, straddling him, your hips pressing into his lap. "Is that a yes?"

Joe's gaze drifted down to your full lips before he pushed you away, a little too roughly, his breathing ragged. "Nope. Not happening," he said, his voice finding its gruff firmness.

You pouted, your eyes glinting with determination. "Come on, Joe, I'm begging," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of amusement and desperation.

Joe leaned back, his hand still on the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there. "You know I can't," he said, his voice strained.

You leaned in, your breasts brushing against his chest. "But baby, I'm horny," you whined, your voice dripping with exaggerated need.

Joe's eyes narrowed, and he chuckled. "You're always horny."

You rolled your eyes as you shifted away from the bed, Joe's smug grin following you. "Fine," you said, pouting. "But you know this isn't over."

Joe chuckled, standing up and stretching. "I'll make it up to you after the month's over," he promised, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

By Friday night, you were more than ready to throw in the towel on your little bet. Joe would be playing against Arkansas Saturday night, and you knew he would practically be MIA most of the day. Sitting in the living room of your apartment, you had all but accepted defeat.

"You know what," you said to Alani and Portia, "I think I'm gonna lose."

Your friends exchanged knowing glances, their smiles smug. "You can't give up now," Alani said, nibbling on a slice of pizza. "You're so close to breaking him."

Portia nodded in agreement, her eyes glued to the TV. "Besides, the game's tomorrow. They're playing an SEC rival tomorrow, he might get caught up in the adrenaline and forget all about the challenge."

You scoffed. "Yeah, because Joe Burrow—Joe Cool if you will—is just gonna forget about his sacred 'No Nut November' because they beat Arkansas... a trash SEC team." But deep down, you knew they had a point. The pressure was on, and you had one last shot to win the bet.

That night, as the clock ticked closer to midnight, you lay on the couch, scrolling through your phone. Your mind was unable to focus on the trash reality show that had become a Friday night tradition for the three roommates. Alani and Portia were sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by snack wrappers and empty soda cans, their laughter bouncing off the walls.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you looked down to see a text from Joe. Your heart skipped a beat as you read the message.

You're home, right?

You responded, playing it cool.

Yeah, why?

Good.

Came his curt reply, followed by a photo that made you gasp. It was a picture of Joe's covered but visibly erect length, straining against the fabric of his shorts. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight, your pulse quickening.

Your boyfriend had never been one to send many pictures of himself, let alone pictures that bordered on nudes. You felt a thrill of victory run through you as you realized Joe was finally cracking under the pressure.

You texted back, your thumbs flying over the screen.

Oh, is that for me?

Joe's response was swift.

Yeah, it is. Fuck No Nut November.

The words sent a jolt of excitement through your body. You looked over at your roommates, who were now watching you with confused expressions.

"Joe just sent me a dick pic," you sang, rising to your feet, the excitement in your voice palpable.

Alani and Portia's laughter abruptly cut off, their eyes snapping to you in disbelief. "Wait, what?" Alani squealed, reaching for your phone. You dodged her hand, holding the device away with a grin.

Your phone pinged again with another incoming text from Joe.

Open the door.

Your eyes gleamed with victory as you strutted over to the door, your hips swaying with confidence. You threw it open to reveal Joe standing in the hallway, his expression a mix of frustration and need. He stepped into the apartment without saying a word, his eyes locked onto yours.

Your boyfriend was a beautiful man. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, clocking in well over 6 feet tall, with a gorgeous smile. But as he towered over you in the doorway, visibly frustrated with pink brushes of color over the bridge of his nose and the apples of his Louisiana sun-tanned cheeks, you couldn't help but feel as if he'd never been more beautiful.

"You told them?" Joe's voice was a mix of annoyance and amusement as he stepped into the apartment, closing the door firmly behind him, hand already reaching for the flesh of your hip. You nodded, unable to suppress the wide grin on your face.

"You sent me a dick pic, Joseph Burrow," you said with a smirk, leaning into his broad frame. The sight of him standing there, looking so flustered and needy, had your heart racing.

Joe rolled his eyes, his grip on your hips tightening. "I know," he said, his voice gruff. "I’ll get you guys your 20 bucks in a minute. Right now, I’ve got something more important to handle."

With that, he scooped you into his arms, his eyes dark with desire. You squealed with surprise, your friends’ laughter trailing behind the two of you as Joe carried you into your bedroom, kicking the door shut.

Alani and Portia giggled, retreating to the front door to give you two space. "Take all the time you need, we’ll find somewhere else to spend the night. Just don’t break the bed!" Alani called out as she closed the door behind her, leaving you and Joe alone in the apartment.

The room was bathed in a soft moonlight, the only sound was the rustling of your clothes as Joe laid you on the bed. He hovered over you, his gaze intense as he reached for the hem of your shirt. Your heart thundered in your chest as you watched Joe's strong, calloused hands peel away the layers of fabric, revealing your bare skin. His touch was like fire, leaving trails of heat wherever he went.

"So, Mr. Self-discipline," you smirked up at Joe as he hovered above you, the bed creaking under your combined weight, "What lesson have we learned this week?"

Joe's eyes narrowed in mock anger as he grabbed the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down. "The only lesson I've learned is that you're a distraction," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Your laughter turned into a breathy moan as Joe's mouth found your neck, kissing and sucking as he worked his way down your body. His hands skimmed over your curves, igniting a trail of pleasure that made your toes curl. You felt his erection press against your thigh, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"I think we've both learned some things," you whispered, arching your back as Joe's teeth grazed your collarbone. His hands moved your hair away from your face to trail his kisses down to the valley between your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you couldn't help but whimper. "But the most important one is that I always win," you said, your voice filled with triumph.

Joe chuckled darkly, his eyes meeting yours as he peeled your panties away from your skin. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his voice a mix of challenge and lust. He held back a groan of appreciation as he took in the sight of your bare pussy, already glistening with need.

Your hands found the bottom of his shirt, tugging at the fabric until it was over his head, revealing his broad, muscular chest. You traced the lines of his obliques with your fingertips, feeling his muscles tighten beneath your touch. Joe leaned down to kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth with the same urgency that was building between your thighs.

He broke the kiss to pull his shorts off, his erection springing free, standing tall and proud. You licked your lips as you took in the sight of him, feeling a fresh wave of arousal wash over you.

Joe leaned over you, his breath warm and minty as he whispered, "You're so needy, baby. Couldn't go a week without me, huh?" You felt a rush of heat to your cheeks, but you didn't deny it. Your body was begging for his touch, your pussy throbbing with anticipation.

You smiled into the kiss he pressed to your lips. "Not as much as you, clearly."

Joe's smirk grew into a grin as he hovered above you, his cock standing proudly at attention. "Clearly," he murmured, his hand moving down to stroke your thigh, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner leg.

Your eyes fluttered closed as Joe's touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing the edge of your pussy. You were already wet for him, and you knew you wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. "You're so fucking beautiful, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

"Show me how much you've missed me, Joey," you urged, your voice breathy.

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes a stormy sea of blue. Then, with a curse, he gave in, pushing inside you with one swift stroke that made you arch off the bed with pleasure. Your nails dug into the sheets, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He was thick, and you felt every inch of him, filling you completely.

"Fuck," Joe groaned, burying his face in your neck. His hips began to move, setting a rhythm that had your toes curling and your legs shaking. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. The friction was exquisite, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you both started spiraling towards your climaxes.

Your hands trailed up from his back into the strands of his hair, his hips beginning to set a relentless pace that sent waves of ecstasy crashing over you. You could feel the tension in his body, the desperation that mirrored your own. You moaned his name, urging him on, your breath coming in pants that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Jesus, babe," Joe grunted, his movements growing more erratic as he continued working you both to your orgasms. You could feel the muscles in his arms tensing, his hand reached down to draw your thigh to rest against his waist. His fingers squeezed at the soft, supple flesh until you knew you'd have bruises in the morning.

But you didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside you and the way he filled you so completely.

Your moans grew louder, filling the room as you gave in to the pleasure that had been denied for too long. You felt his muscles tense, his grip on your thigh tighten, and knew he was close to losing his battle against the bet.

"You're gonna break, baby," you whispered, your voice a seductive purr. "You're gonna lose the challenge."

Joe's eyes snapped to yours, a challenge gleaming in your depths. "Don't you fucking start with that shit right now," he growled, his breathing ragged despite the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.

Joe groaned, the sound of pure agony and pleasure as he fought the urge to come too quickly. Your eyes glittered with excitement, your heart racing as you watched him struggle. But you weren't about to let him win.

He had hell to pay for making you wait.

You slid your hand down between your bodies, your fingertips circling your clit as Joe's cock hit just the right spot inside you. The combination was electric, and you could feel the beginnings of your orgasm building.

Your laugh was breathless, a sweet sound that seemed to push him closer to the edge. You sat up, your breasts bouncing with the movement, and kissed him deeply, your tongue dancing with his.

Joe’s eyes rolled back into his head, a low groan escaping his throat. He could feel his self-control slipping away, the pressure building to a crescendo that he hadn’t felt in weeks. He knew he was going to lose this bet, but he also knew it was going to be more than worth it.

"Let me know when you need to pull out." your voice seemed to curl around him, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you watched Joe’s face contort with pleasure.

"Fuck off, you’re enjoying this way too much," Joe murmured, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold back. "You're on the pill, remember?" He continued, his voice strained as he pushed into you deeper.

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you nodded, your hands running over his back. "Mmhmm," you hummed, your hips rocking into his. "But I'm not ready to bring a little light-skinned baby into this world."

Joe groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. "Goddamn, babe," he warned, his voice strained. "Can't say shit like that when I'm about three seconds away from making it a reality."

"Pull out, dummy," you laughed, knowing he just wanted to prolong the inevitable.

He pulled out with a gasp, his cock glistening with your arousal. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment, your body begging for more. But you knew the game was still on.

He hissed out a strained, "Fuck," and your eyes widened as you watched Joe’s hand wrap around his throbbing cock, the veins bulging with the painful pulse of his ruined orgasm. The sight of his angry, red tip was almost too much for you to handle, but you bit your lip, keeping your own desire in check. He leaned over the side of the bed, reaching to pull out a condom from the stash in the nightstand.

With trembling fingers, he tore the packet open and rolled it over his erection. The anticipation was killing you, and you could feel your pussy clenching, begging for him to fill you up again.

"Get on top," Joe ordered, his voice gruff with need. You didn’t miss a beat, straddling him and sliding back onto his cock with a moan that seemed to resonate through your very bones. He filled you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way.

Your hands braced on his chest, you began to move, your hips rolling in a sensual dance that had Joe’s eyes crossing with pleasure. The head of his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust, and you could feel your orgasm building again. You threw your head back, your hair cascading down your back like a waterfall of chocolate silk.

The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo off the walls. Your breath grew ragged as you worked yourself closer to the edge, your eyes crafting a hazy image of Joe in his bliss. You could see the need in his gaze, the desire that was just barely being contained.

Joe’s hands roamed over your body, cupping your tits and teasing your nipples until they were pebbled and sensitive. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched your face contort with pleasure.

You leaned forward, your breasts pressing against his chest as you kissed him again, your tongue delving into his mouth with a hunger that matched his. You could feel Joe’s body tensing beneath you, his muscles straining as he held back his release. You broke the kiss, panting, your eyes locked on his.

"You’re so fucking beautiful, baby," Joe murmured against your neck as your hips rolled faster, your breaths coming in pants. He could feel the tightness of your pussy clamping down around him, your walls fluttering with the beginnings of your climax. His own release was barreling towards him like a freight train, the pressure in his balls becoming almost painful.

"Pain in my ass, but so fucking beautiful. "Joe’s voice was a gruff whisper in your ear as his hands moved to your ass, urging you to ride him harder.

You laughed wholeheartedly, a sweet sound that seemed to push Joe closer to the edge. You leaned back, your hands on his thighs, and increased your pace, feeling him swell inside you with every thrust. The sight of you bouncing on him, your pussy clenching around his cock, and your breasts engaged in their own mesmerizing dance, was almost too much.

"Don’t hold back, Joey, I can take it," you teased, your voice thick with lust as you continued to ride him with wild abandon.

Joe's eyes rolled back, and a guttural groan escaped his lips. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, pushing you to the brink of his own release. The tension in the room was palpable, an intense mix of desire and competition that seemed to fuel your passion even further.

You threw your head back, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as you felt Joe's cock swell even more. You knew he was close, and you reveled in the power you had over him.

"Do it," you breathed out, your voice a command. "Come for me, baby."

Joe nodded frantically, eyes closing. Then with a whimper, he let go, his hot seed spilling into the condom. Your own orgasm crashed over you, your body shaking with the intensity of it. You remained like that for a few moments, your bodies entwined, breathing heavily as you both came down from your shared highs.

You collapsed onto Joe's chest, your heart racing. You felt his chest heave with his breaths, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of victory. You had won the bet, and more importantly, you had Joe's full attention again. You kissed him softly, your hand stroking his sweaty hair.

After a moment, you pulled back, your eyes twinkling with triumph. "How are you gonna explain this to Ja’Marr and Justin?" You asked, a smug smile playing on your lips.

Joe rolled his eyes, a grin spreading across his face despite his defeat. "I'll think of something. Maybe I'll say you’re a witch with magical pussy powers," he quipped, earning a playful smack from you.

"Asshole," you said with affection, snuggling into him. "You’re so gross."

Joe chuckled, his arms tightening around you. "But you love me anyway."

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound a sweet echo in the quiet room. "Unfortunately, I do."

The two of you lay together, basking in the aftermath of your passionate encounter, the only sound was your mingled breaths and the distant murmur of Baton Rouge outside. Joe separated from your warmth briefly to get rid of the soiled condom. You could feel his dick pulsing gently as it rested against your thigh, the reminder of his release. It was a feeling you hadn't felt in a while, and it brought a sense of contentment that you hadn't realized you had been missing.

Finally, Joe spoke up, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You know, I should be mad at you."

You pulled back slightly, your smile fading into a look of concern. "Mad? Why?"

Joe sighed, his grip on you loosening. "Because you didn’t even give me a chance to win. You played dirty."

Your eyes sparkled with mischief. "But you love it when I play dirty." You wiggled your hips, feeling him harden against your thigh once more.

Joe groaned, his grip tightening again. "You're going to be the death of me," he said, though his voice held a playful lilt.

You giggled, leaning in for another kiss. "But what a way to go," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.

Joe's chuckle was strained, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "True," he murmured, his eyes drifting shut as your kisses turned gentle, exploring his jaw and neck.

Your fingertips trailed over his chest, tracing the muscles that had flexed so beautifully under your touch just moments before. Slowly they trailed down to his semi-hard cock, which twitched at the contact. You couldn’t resist the urge to tease him, your nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin.

Joe groaned, his smile growing wicked. "You're not helping." A large hand dipped down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before smacking it lightly. You giggled, the sound spurring his already raging libido.

Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking him with the same skill that had driven him to distraction the entire week. "What if I don't want to help?" you whispered, your eyes full of challenge.

Joe's eyes snapped open, his smirk turning predatory. "You're playing a dangerous game, babe." But the twitch in his cock told you he enjoyed it.

Your hand stroked him more firmly now, your thumb circling the sensitive head. "Isn't that what you love about me?" you purred, feeling the beginnings of his arousal building again.

Joe groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he fought the urge to let go again. "You're a menace," he murmured, his voice a mix of pleasure and exasperation.

"And you love it," you whispered, leaning down to kiss him again. Your hand never stopped moving, your touch growing more insistent as you felt him swell beneath you.

Joe’s eyes snapped open, a smoldering look in their depths. "Maybe," he conceded, his voice thick with lust.

Your smirk grew into a full-blown smile, your hand picking up the pace. The feel of him in your hand was intoxicating, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. "Maybe?" you teased, your voice rising in mock innocence.

"Fine, I love it," Joe groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your strokes. "But you're going to pay for this."

With a flourish, Joe eased away from your hand and flipped you both over. You found yourself pinned beneath him, his eyes dark with desire. He reached over into the nightstand, grabbing another condom to replace the discarded one sitting in the small trashcan beside the bed.

"Oh, really?" you challenged, your voice laced with excitement. "And what do you plan to do to me?"

Joe's eyes glinted in the moonlight as he leaned over you, his teeth grazing your neck. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," he murmured, his cock nudging against your entrance.

Your eyes widened with excitement, your pussy already slick with anticipation. "Is that a promise?" you whispered, your voice breathless.

"You bet your sweet ass it is," Joe said, his voice a low growl as he pushed into you again. Your walls clenched around him, and he had to bite back a moan at the feeling. He’d missed this, missed you, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass without making it count.

He began to move, slow and deep, watching as your eyes glazed over with pleasure. Your nails dug into his back, leaving half-moons on his skin. Your moans grew louder with every stroke, and Joe knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was all passion and possession, his tongue dancing with yours as your hips met in a rhythm that seemed to be choreographed by fate itself.

The room grew hot, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with the faint hint of your perfume. The only light came from the moon, casting a soft glow over your tangled limbs. Your breath grew ragged, your moans turning to whimpers as Joe hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. You felt your orgasm building again, a wave ready to crash over you at any moment.

But Joe wasn’t done with you yet. His hips picked up speed, his strokes becoming more forceful as he claimed your body once again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back as you matched his rhythm, urging him deeper. Your nails scored his back, leaving red lines in their wake as the intensity grew.

"Such a greedy girl," Joe murmured against your lips, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. He could feel you tighten around him, your pussy begging for release. He didn’t plan to give it to you just yet. He wanted to savor the feeling of you beneath him, savor the way you moaned his name like a prayer.

"Couldn’t let me go for a month, huh? Just had to have my cock fuckin' split you open, huh?" Joe grunted, his rhythm becoming erratic as his own release built.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing coming in short gasps. "Y-yes," you managed to whimper out.

Joe’s smirk grew wider, his cock swelling even more inside you. He knew you were close, your pussy clenching around him. He reached between you, his thumb finding your clit, and began to rub it in small circles as he continued to fuck you hard. Your eyes snapped open, and you stared up at him with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

"Joe, I’m gonna—fuck, yes!" Your voice was a breathy whisper, your body trembling with anticipation.

Joe’s own need was palpable, his strokes becoming more urgent as he felt your walls tighten around him. "Come for me, baby. Show me how much I’ve been neglecting you." He growled, his voice a low rumble that made your insides clench.

Your eyes snapped open, meeting Joe’s intense gaze as you felt yourself teeter on the edge. The orgasm built, a crescendo of pleasure that made your toes curl and your body tighten. With a scream, you shattered, your pussy clenching around Joe’s cock in a vice-like grip that had him groaning in ecstasy. He followed you over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he filled you with his hot cum, the feeling of him losing control only adding to your own pleasure.

Your heart raced, your chest heaving with every breath. Joe leaned in, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "You win, baby. You always win."

You grinned, your eyes still hazy with passion. "Damn right, I do."

You lay there basking in the afterglow, your bodies sticky with sweat and the scent of sex filling the room. Eventually, Joe rolled off you, his cock slipping out with a wet sound, his cum coating the material of the condom. He disposed of the second soiled condom and then collapsed onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving. You couldn’t help but admire the view, his muscles defined and glistening from the exertion.

"Fuck, I needed that," Joe mumbled, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You chuckled, turning onto your side to face him. "You say that every time we fuck, but it’s like you forget how good it is when you go on those stupid bets," you teased, playfully poking his chest.

Joe caught your hand, bringing it to his mouth for a kiss. "Maybe I need the bets to remind me how much I miss this when I’m not getting it," he said, his voice still rough from his orgasm.

Your eyes searched his, and you could see the truth in them. Despite the teasing, you knew he enjoyed the challenge you presented, and the thrill of the chase was just as much a part of your relationship as your intimate moments of passion. You leaned in to kiss him, your lips meeting in a gentle caress that spoke of something deeper than the physical connection you had just shared.

As you two lay there, your hearts slowly returning to a steady beat, your mind raced with the implications of your victory. You had won the bet, but more importantly, you had proven to Joe that you could break through his walls of self-control. It was a dizzy feeling, one that filled you with a newfound sense of power in your relationship.

"So, what do I get for winning?" you asked, your voice still husky from your love-making.

Joe chuckled, his chest rising and falling with his breaths. "What do you want?" he replied, his eyes playfully challenging yours.

You pretended to think for a moment, your hand tracing a line down Joe’s chest. "How about you never make a stupid bet like that again?" you suggested with a cheeky smile.

Joe rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face betrayed his amusement. "Okay, fine, I’ll never do a No Nut November again if you promise to leave my fantasy football league alone," he countered, his hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek gently.

Your eyes lit up with mischief. "You’re an NCAA athlete, you shouldn’t be betting in the first place."

"Hey, a guy’s gotta have fun somehow," Joe said with a grin. He kissed you again, his hand resting innocently on your body for the first time that week.

Your smile turned sly. "Well, you definitely had your fun tonight. I’m surprised you have anything left in you after that performance."

Joe’s grin turned wolfish, his eyes darkening with renewed desire. "Oh, don’t you worry, baby. I’ve got plenty more where that came from." His hand trailed down to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding up to cup your ass. You giggled, squirming against him.

"That’s enough for tonight, Joseph. Maybe if you win tomorrow’s game, I’ll consider it," you teased, playfully swatting his hand away.

Joe’s eyes narrowed, his competitive spirit riled up. "Against Arkansas? Babe, have some faith in me, holy shit," he said, his voice a low rumble as you both laughed. "But when I win, you’re all mine for the weekend. No distractions, no friends, just you and me."

Your pulse quickened at the thought of an uninterrupted weekend of Joe’s undivided attention. "Can't wait," you whispered.

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the paper salesman

Brother's best friend!Jim Halpert x f!reader Rating: 18+ My masterlist I Max's masterlist

Summary: You spot your childhood crush at a birthday party and end up in his room together.

Warnings: Smut, AU where Pam does not exist, alcohol, oral (f receiving), handjob, semi protected PIV, creampie, squirting.

A/N: Well, well, well, if it isn't me and my froggy friend @macfrog back with another fic. But this time, it's not satire - this one is actually serious, and we are taking full advantage of everyone's teenage crush on season 2 Jim.

Word count: 6k

You pick at the edge of your wine glass, nodding along as the sound of your brother’s girlfriend talking about work turns into a low, buzzing sort of hum, indistinguishable from the other voices in the room. It seems that turning thirty was the catalyzing event for your older brother’s birthday parties to turn from all-nighters at clubs to barbecues at his new house. The attendance changed too — what used to be a crowd of girls in tight, short dresses has been replaced by a landscape of coworkers and childhood friends that he has reconnected with over the past year.

There’s a couple people singing karaoke by the TV across the room, and although neither of them are singing in tune, you cheer them on as you half-heartedly listen to your future sister-in-law’s story. People are scattered around in groups of two, three, or four, chatting amongst themselves against the tapestry of multicolored string lights and framed photos. You can’t imagine your brother had much to do with the interior design choices, and assume Stacie took him to the department store and filled a shopping cart with lights and lamps and frames that would make the living space for two thirty-year-old men a little less bland and sterile.

But still, despite the obvious decorative touch of Mark’s girlfriend around the room – you can’t help but wonder which parts were chosen by his roommate.

Jim Halpert – your brother’s best friend for as long as you can remember. Six-foot-something, polite and awkwardly charming. Lingering on your front steps to walk with Mark to school, backpack slung over one shoulder, or waiting patiently in the kitchen doorway while your brother finishes eating dinner, a basketball sat in the ‘c’ of his elbow. Making a whole lot of nothing conversation with your mom about school, about how his brothers were doing, growing bashful when she’d bring up girlfriends.

He’s five years older than you, but that ten-year-old ghost of yourself would sit twirling the fork in her fingers, mindlessly dragging mashed potato around her plate. Watching the way he’d toss the flicks of fringe from his eyes, cross one foot over the other as he answered every incessant question of your mother’s with the dutiful respect of a well-raised boy. Your crush was obvious back then, easily spotted by her whenever Jim stayed for dinner. You’d look away, bite back your smile and try to stifle your laugh at his jokes, hoping he wouldn’t notice. That little crush stayed with you, despite the boys you went on to date in high school, and the ones you slept with and tried to get serious with in college to no avail. Every time you came back from the holidays, Jim would inevitably show up for dinner one day, and you would revert back to that shy ten-year-old, sitting in the same seats as you did back then.

You watched him become a man in front of your eyes, and by the time you started getting physical with your first boyfriend, little thoughts began to weasel themselves into your mind about Jim. It was entirely inappropriate, and that curiosity should have directed itself exclusively to the boy who had taken you out to the movies, to prom and to homecoming, but you wondered what Jim looked like shirtless, you wondered about his experience, about the size of his cock. One weekend in your freshman year of college, with nothing else to do but to visit your parents, you tagged along with Mark to his basketball game, and sat on the bleachers with your eyes glued to Jim, to the sweat that darkened his jersey and the undeniable bulge in his shorts. He came up to say hi after, his brown hair drenched with sweat as well, looking at you through stunning green eyes as he asked how school was going. You made him laugh with a story about a professor, and the sound of his chuckles echoed in your mind the rest of the night. He had moved out of his parents’ house by then, and started working as a salesman at a paper company in town.

He still works there – as far as you know, at least, based on what he told you the last time you saw him, picking him and Mark up from their high school reunion two years back.

Mark had drank a little too much and had needed Jim’s steady arm around his shoulder to direct him to your car. You swallowed down the butterflies which quickly took flight in your stomach as you watched the two figures stumble towards your Honda, the taller of the two lending you a small smile as he slotted your brother into the front seat. You kept your composure right up until he closed the front door, and then you sped all the way home with your heart racing and your blood pumping.

“Some people are just allergic to receiving help,” Stacie announces, yelling a little over the screeching of the karaoke mics. She’s rambling to one of Mark’s coworkers – Hal? Sal? – about one of her co-workers, some new kid fresh from college who can’t work the printer by himself and refuses to let her show him.

You’re about to get up for a refill when a weight slides onto the couch by your side, nudging you with a sweatered elbow.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he mutters, and when you turn, your breath catches at the sight of those familiar green eyes and flicks of brown hair.

“Hey,” you reply, fingers awkwardly lifting to tuck some hair behind your ear. You feel a heat flush into your cheeks and pray it doesn’t show in an embarrassing dewy glow to Jim. “Cool party. Karaoke’s a nice touch.”

“Eh,” he shrugs, giving you his signature smirk. His voice is so deep, a little husky even, as he sits close, “It’s an easy way to keep the guests entertained without me having to do much of anything, or your brother, for that matter.”

You hum in response, reluctantly annoyed that Mark is already at the front of his mind when he sees you. “Are you still working that paper job?”, you ask, raising an eyebrow and hoping that your nerves don’t come across, that he’ll simply consider you as flirty to everyone if your attempts don’t land.

“Yeah,” he says, nodding, picking at the label of his beer bottle for a moment.

“Salesman of the year?”

“Well,” he chuckles, his head tilting to the side, a little unsure, “Maybe sometimes.” Is he embarrassed? Shy? You watch his eyes as they flicker up and scan the room. “What are you up to these days?”, he asks when his eyes land back on you, flaring open for a split second before they settle on yours.

“You know,” you shrug, eyes looping once around the room, “Working, the usual.” You feel your chest tighten with an urge to come up with something more fucking interesting than work. Your fingers hooked behind your ear again, you sputter, “Got my hair done last week.”

Jim smiles, reassuringly so. “Yeah,” he says, nodding, “I can tell. It looks good. I like the, uh –”, he points a little haphazardly, “The way you styled it. Suits you.”

“Thanks,” your cheeks swell in a genuine smile, averting his gaze as the compliment seeps into your skin. You twirl the stem of your glass in your fingers, and Jim knocks a knuckle against the rim.

“You need a top up?”, he asks, standing up.

“Yeah, actually,” you reply, taking his hand when he offers it and pulling yourself to your feet.

You follow him through to the kitchen, dodging the erratic arm movements of some guy chittering to Mark about stocks, and over to the fridge. You lean your hip against the counter, watching as Jim carefully refills your wine and slides it back across to you.

You take a tentative sip under his watchful gaze, and raise your eyebrows, nodding subtly in approval as you swallow, “This is pretty good. What’s a guy like you doing with decent wine in his fridge?”

He lets out a nervous laugh and looks around, takes a sip of the glass he poured himself. “I actually got it for a, uh- a date, a couple weeks ago,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks, looking out through the dining room, “She said it was good so I figured I’d get some for tonight.”

Oof. A tinge of jealousy makes your stomach curl, and you take another large sip, forcing it down as you think of what to say. You can still hear the out of tune melodies from the living room, though the silence between you and Jim drowns out the noise. “What did you do?”, you ask, hoping you can mask your jealousy with a sneaky tone.

“Took her to dinner a few times, walked around a bit, came back here and had some wine.”

You want to gag, just a little bit. “And how come she’s not here tonight then?”

“Didn’t really, uh– didn’t really work out, so…”

“So you’re just sitting here day in and day out with her wine in the fridge, waiting for her to come back?”

Jim breathes a laugh, pushing the air from his cheeks, “Alright. Wow. That one stung.”

You giggle, taking a step closer, “I’m just messing with you,” you say into your glass. Each splash of alcohol over your tongue filling you with more courage.

He tilts his head, eyebrows cocked, “Tell me about your love life, then, up on your high horse.”

You stifle another girlish giggle, using it to mask your reaction to the awkward question. Your love life – if you could even call it that – has been even more miserable than Jim’s sounds. Messages left on read, painful first dates with jocks still stuck in their high school eras, with uptight career men who only cared to talk about themselves, or with guys who had weird hobbies and left you to pay the bill for a date they asked you on.

You’ve gotten good at avoiding the topic with your mom, turning it instead into conversation about Mark and Stacie, framing it into a question of, When are they thinking of getting married? Having kids of their own, right, Mom?, but standing in front of the one guy you’ve been shamelessly crushing on since you were ten years old – it becomes a little harder to divert.

“Uh,” you mumble, the rim of your glass balanced on your bottom lip, “I’m – I’m just taking some time to myself right now, you know? Focusing on me.”

He grins, almost gleeful. Electricity pulses through your veins. “Nice save,” he tells you, tipping his glass towards you, “I hear what you’re really saying.”

“Oh?”

“Yep,” he says, matter-of-factly, “You also got dumped at Red Lobster.”

You snort, then apologize, closing your eyes and trying to stifle your grin as you try to collect yourself. “Red lobster,” you clear your throat, “That’s pretty bad. At least it wasn’t Chili’s. And I would know, cause I got dumped at Chili’s.”

The two of you keep it together for a few moments, looking at the floor, until you meet each other’s eyes and burst into laughter, having this absolutely pathetic little thing in common. The sound of his laugh makes your chest flutter, the sight of his smile and his hand running through his hair. He wipes the tears from his eyes as he looks at you, and you bite the tip of your tongue, trying to halt the uncontrollable giggles that make your stomach hurt.

When you’re composed, a couple more swigs of wine down your throat, you settle back against the counter and say, “So. When’s the tour leaving?”

Jim’s eyebrows lift, “The tour?”

You nod, “House tour. Mark hasn’t shown me around yet. The most I’ve seen is your downstairs bathroom.”

He scoffs. Pushes off from the counter, the wine in his glass splashing, “He’s a terrible host. C’mon, I’ll show you around.”

Your heels click along the tile floor as you squeeze between bodies, heading for the hallway where Jim pauses. “Bathroom,” he says, nodding to the door right by the stairs, “But you already knew that.” He steps back against the wall at the first step, holding a hand out to usher you up first. “Ladies first,” he says, smiling genially.

You snort, but waltz by his body, holding onto the handrail as you climb the stairs carefully, the alcohol mixed with your shoe choice making it a dangerous feat. Jim’s close behind, footsteps slowly echoing your own, and you can’t help but think of the tight, short skirt of your dress, the way it hugs your thighs, the placement of his gaze as he wanders up behind you.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you look around at the assortment of doors, waiting for Jim to tell you which room serves as the first stop. You can sense him right behind you, slightly to your side, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him looking down at you, swallowing slowly. “Mark’s room,” he says, nodding to the right and waiting until you look up at him before he takes a step over and opens the door. He lets you peek inside, look around until you nod and step back, before he urges you forward, towards another door.

“Upstairs bathroom,” he remarks, and you give the room a similar examination, noticing the streak-free mirror.

“Looks… clean,” you say, as if there’s anything better to say about a typical bathroom. He gives a muttered thanks in return, then points to the last door.

“And that’s my room.”

“May I?”, you grin, then step fully inside, looking around at his bed, his dresser, and finally, his desk. You sit down in the office chair and give it a test spin, before your attention is caught by the art on the wall. “What’s this?”, you ask, while he steps in as well, hesitating for a second as he looks at the door, opting to leave it open before he comes over and sits down on his bed.

Jim’s head wobbles as he searches for an answer. “It’s – well, it’s – you know. It’s…a print that I…liked.”

“You have no idea, do you?”

“Not a clue,” he responds, quick as a bullet. “I saw it at a yard sale – thought it went with the colors of my bedsheets. That’s how interior design works, right?”

You smile, “Sure. You’re no Stacie, but – sure.”

Jim nods. Your eye is drawn to the dip in the bed where he sits, the weight of his wide frame on the mattress. His open thighs, his elbows resting on his knees, wine swirling as he slowly rocks the glass. He slowly lifts it to his lips, taking a sip without breaking your stare.

You cross your legs by instinct. Your skirt rides a little higher. Jim glances down, and then straight back up. You can feel your blood thrumming through every limb, every part of your body sensitized and alight. It doesn’t help any when he stands from the bed and wanders over, towering over you as he looks at something on the desk.

He reaches over your shoulder, and you can smell his cologne on his sweater, sharp and fresh, a hint of something sweeter. He pulls a photo frame from the shelf behind you and turns it around.

“Graduation,” he says, and your eyes are drawn down to the cheesy grins of him and your brother, donned in black mortarboards and sweeping gowns.

You nod, pretending you’re paying attention. But he’s so close that his jeans rub against your bare legs, so close that you’re staring up just to meet his eye. Your palms begin to perspire, his voice turning into a blur as he points to a couple other frames, photos of people you didn’t recognize in places you couldn’t quite place. The rest of your wine is downed in a single sip, the glass carefully placed behind you, on the surface of his desk.

Jim seems to have finished recounting memories to you, but he doesn’t move. Stays stood over you, his own drink forgotten on the floor by his bed. A silence falls between you – but not the thick, awkward kind of silence you’re used to around guys. It’s lighter, it’s breathable. It swirls around your limbs like the fluttering feeling in your belly, wraps tightly around them and pushes you to your feet, the back of Jim’s chair rocking against his desk.

You’re eye-to-eye, your chest pushing gently against his. He glances down to your lips, wet with wine and the dabbing of your tongue, and then back up. He leans in, curving around your shoulders to set the photo frame still in his hand back on the desk. When he straightens up again, your hands find his chest.

You stare at one another, seemingly a thousand words exchanged between your soft, drunken gaze and his – and yet, none of them pass your lips. There’s a weight on your waist – Jim’s hands either side of your body, squeezing the tight fabric of your dress. You tilt your head, moving closer, lips parting. And he leans in.

He kisses you, slow at first. Your hands lift to cup his jaw, steady yourself on the weight of him. All of your past selves begin to bubble to the surface, each one lighting your skin, pulling on every nerve. Jim feels warm, his lips wet and sweet from the alcohol. Your nails sift through his hair, tugging gently as he pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth. He groans lightly, seemingly as hungry for you as you are for him, holding himself back, handling you with a care and gentleness you hope he might set aside. You’ve wanted him for so long and you’ll let him do anything, you want all of him, you want him to ravage you and fuck you until you stumble down the staircase and until you can never look your brother in the eyes.

There’s a smashing sound from downstairs and a squeal, followed by a chorus of disappointment from the other guests. It splits the two of you apart, bumping teeth as your lips disconnect. You’re both panting, hot breath occupying the space between you. You can feel the hardness of his bulge pushing against you, and your arousal building, spreading to the tips of your breasts as your nipples harden. He’s huge, you can already tell, and you swallow around a lump in your throat, trying not to think of how long it’s been since you felt a man inside of you.

Jim smiles, still holding you close to his body. Your hands wrap around his wrists, and you lean into him again to whisper, “I think we should close the door.”

He nods, and steps back to let you by. You close the door slowly, letting it thud into place as quiet as you can, despite the obvious chaos happening downstairs. When you step back towards him, his eyes are on yours, hands reaching out to pull you closer, one around your waist and one around the nape of your neck, letting you melt into his hold while he locks his lips with yours. You hope he can’t feel the rapid beating of your heart or the dampness of your skin, letting your hands fall to the edge of his pants and starting to fumble with the button.

You start to unzip his jeans while he walks you back towards his bed, licking into your mouth and nibbling on your lower lip. You slip a hand down over his clothed cock, carefully palming it and feeling the girth and contours against your skin. He lets out a slight grunt at your touch, moving his hand down to squeeze your ass cheek through your dress, his large hand grabbing your flesh and kneading it with the aggression you’ve been hoping for, just a hint of it coming through in the firmness of his grasp.

He reaches the bed as you draw your hand out of his pants and dip your fingers behind his waistband, feeling the goosebumps spreading across his skin, grabbing hold of the stretchy fabric and lifting it up, over his erection, pulling it down alongside his pants to see his cock hanging free, flushed and wet at the tip. You bite his lip before you pull back to look, and can’t help a whimper escaping your throat as you brush your fingertips along his length. It feels endless, long veins bulging out that you trace with your nails. He's so thick, wide at the root, all the way to the tip. He can't possibly fit inside but you clench at the thought of him trying. Another pearly bead of precome spills out from his slit at your touch, and with his hands still grasping your neck and the meat of your ass, you gently rub the pad of your thumb over this head, feeling the slick slide of his spend beneath your finger, then wrap your hand around him, fingertips not even close to meeting, and stroke him slowly.

Your breaths are shallow, rapid, and when you feel your mouth start to water at the sight of his cock sliding through your hand, Jim pulls you back in to kiss you, grunting and groaning while your hand slides rhythmically up and down, making him throb with arousal. He moves his hips, fucking into your grasp with hushed moans that send your head spinning, your cunt pulsing.

Jim begins to peel the dress from your shoulders, slipping the fabric down until your breasts are exposed, the chilly edge of the air hardening your nipple. He pauses, watches the rhythmic movements of your soft, supple tits as your hand pumps up and down, the rise and fall of your chest with each breath. His fingers dig deep beneath the ruffled fabric, tugging it lower and lower until he’s lifting your hips, disturbing the lace of your panties as he discards the dress to the floor.

You pause as he strips the sweater from his shoulders, tossing it to some corner of the room before he’s back on you, the slick tip of his dick leaving sticky trails on your lower stomach.

“You’re so, so good at that,” he murmurs against your lips, sentence broken in two by another hot, wet kiss. Your eyes roll at the taste of him, the strength of his tongue against yours, the hunger with which he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and sucks, letting it go only to fill your mouth with himself again. You push at the edge of his jeans and boxers, bunching them up in your hands and tugging at them until he takes over, bringing you with him while he takes them off, leaving him bare and you in only your little scrap of fabric you call your panties.

He pulls you in as he sits down on the bed, placing you on his lap, letting you wind your hips, dragging the silky lace of your thong up along his hard length while you lick across his tongue, while you swallow his saliva and feel the ridges of his cock bumping against your clit. At the sound of your whimpers, he picks you up in his arms, lays you down on his bed, and settles between your legs, leaving wet kisses up and down your neck, trailing down to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and licking it slowly. Your back arches, the slick of your arousal beginning to seep out into the panties he teases with his fingers, hooking them under the thin straps and slowly pulling at them as his lips trail down between your tits, slowly over your stomach, reaching the very top of your mound before he drags the straps over your thighs to reveal you for him.

You open your legs and Jim presses into the underside of your thighs, pushing them wider. His eyes focus on the sight of you, spread open in front of him, his tongue lifting to run along his lips. You sit up on your elbows, glossy eyes watching as he leans in, a trail of kisses dotted along the seam of your thigh, until his lips are hovering over your throbbing cunt.

“Jim,” you whisper, sifting your fingers through his hair, moving it from his face.

He looks up and you share a glance, a message sent wordlessly from your eyes to his. A smirk pulls across his lips, reading your mind instantly. He lowers his jaw and his tongue drags a long, soaking stripe up your slit.

Your grip tightens in his hair, head thrown back to the blue sheets. Your throat catches a lewd moan before it has a chance to cut through the air, exposing you both to the guests downstairs. Sorry, you whisper, but he shakes his head. “You don't have to be quiet,” he reassures, leaving his gaze on you as he leans back and gives your clit a few wet licks, kicking up your sensitivity and making you clench. He must be able to tell, because just as you tilt your head back into the pillow while he kisses and licks at the part of you most sensitive and needy for his attention, he pushes two fingers into your pussy, stretching you gently as he curls them. He presses into a spot so tender you can't catch the moans spilling out between your lips, begging for more when you're already so close, having fantasized about this for years – his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside of you, softening you for the inevitable stretch of his cock, so much thicker and longer than you could imagine, big and hard and bound to let you feel him tomorrow.

He begins to suckle, swirling his tongue until you grip his hair and moan that you're close, so close, and he releases you from his mouth, still sliding his fingers slowly in and out, moving to place kisses to the inside of your thigh. You let out a huff, and hear a faint chuckle from between your legs, licking and kissing at your skin, right beside your outer folds, close to where you need him.

Another wave of arousal crashes through you when he makes contact with your clit again, a wet drag of his tongue making you whimper and pull at his hair harder, trying to keep him right where he is until he lets you come. Jim pulls around your clit, lips sucking and tongue flicking as his fingers pump in and out, winding your orgasm like the tide withdrawing, only to let it crash forward in a flood of pleasure.

Your back arches, breath freezes to nothing in your throat until your climax passes, washing over you in heavy, shuddering ripples. You pant, your chest heaving as you look down at the smile on his face, the evidence of your satisfaction glistening on his lips.

Jim pushes himself up from the mattress, knees planting firm between your open legs, fisting his cock over you. You blink the room back into focus slowly, feeling the bed dip by your ear. He settles on top of you, looking down to guide his cock to your needy and spent sex. His tip presses against your hole, sensitive and soaking, and he glances back up.

“Jim?”, you whisper, chest heaving when you feel the subtle intrusion at your opening.

“Yeah?”

“I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me.”

Mhmm, he teases the tip around your entrance, lets the thick head of him slide up to your clit before he glides back down, gently pushing in, a tiny little bit of pressure, not enough to make you wince but groan instead, hating and loving how he teases you. Another push, his tip lodged inside, stretching you open further than you thought possible, while your pussy drools down his shaft, sucking him in and covering him in your wetness. He grunts quietly, not immune to the wet, warm clutch he’s sinking into, inch by inch, while you wrap your hands around his jaw, looking into his bright green eyes, lids hooded, breaking the eye contact to glance down at where he enters you, letting out a breathy moan when you suck him all the way in and he reaches your cervix. He hisses when he retracts, gliding out so slowly, covered in your shiny slick.

You arch your back when he reaches the end of you again, leaning down onto his elbows so his lips can press into your neck, kissing you like he has all the time in the world, little licks to your skin while he glides out and presses back into you, letting you adjust to his size, making space for himself and soothing you as you’re overwhelmed by him. Your legs come to wrap around his waist, tilting your hips slightly upward to let him reach deeper, moaning his name and incoherent curses, grabbing the back of his neck and his broad shoulders, feeling your clit rub against his pelvis, bringing you closer so slowly you barely notice it happening.

You lower your arms, slipping your hands under his and lacing your fingers. Your knees bend, resting against his ribcage. With each brush of his hair against your clit, he moves faster, thrusting harder, pushing deeper. Tiny yelps leave your mouth the more he fucks you, the more the bed rocks, the headboard knocking against the wall. Your head turns, moaning delicately into his ear as he sucks on your skin.

“I know,” he whispers against your pulse, “You feel so good, sweetheart. So tight around me.”

“Jim,” you’re whining, gasping for air each time he pushes all the way in. You let go of your grip on him and drape your arms over his shoulders, fingers toying with his hair, slowly dampening with sweat. Each glide of his cock inside you ends with a sweet bite of pain, his tip hammering roughly into the edge of your cunt.

His teeth graze the sensitive skin below your jaw, leaving behind marks you’re silently hoping will still be visible in the morning. His hands travel downward, taking hold of your waist and lifting you up to his body like you weigh nothing at all.

“Here,” he says, slipping out of you, thick white thread dribbling between your pussy and his cock. He motions for you to sit up, beckoning you with a flick of his fingers. “Come here, put your feet on my calves.” You oblige, planting each foot behind his thighs as he kneels. “Now lay down, just relax,” he coos, wrapping both hands around your waist to pull you up into a bridge, letting you dip your shoulder blades onto the sheets. He lifts one hand away from your side and guides his cock back into you, giving a few slow strokes with his palm, pushing gently on your stomach.

Then his hands grip your hips tightly, he pulls you back onto him and gives you a moment to stabilize before he fucks into you even deeper than before. Your tits slide up and down your chest with every single one of this deep thrusts, and you watch his eyes as they stay glued to your body, his mouth hanging open, panting, grunting, digging his fingers into your flesh, trying to hold back while you squirm and writhe, moaning and whimpering, not giving a fuck who might hear it, trying to keep his name out of your mouth in case someone needs to use the bathroom next door.

He pounds into you, hitting the softest, most tender spot inside of your body, your head rolls back on his pillow, tiptoeing the line between pain and pleasure, feeling him in your stomach. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, fuck, fuck,” the words are forced out of you just as a warm stream of liquid squirts out of you, drenching his groin and making him groan. Your orgasm is so intense you nearly howl, feeling more and more of your arousal dripping down his shaft and spurting onto his pelvis, soaking the sheets beneath you, getting wet and sticky with your come and his sweat, watching his hair stick to his forehead while he continues to fuck you, needing every last drop of your climax.

You’re fucking spent, but he won’t relent quite yet, flipping you over and onto all fours, yanking you back by your hips. He enters you from behind and you groan in satisfaction, needing him right there, just like that, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head. His hand twists in your hair, wrapping it around his palm and tugging at it while he grunts, rough and loud in your ear, nearly drowned out by the lewd smacking of your ass against his hips.

Your hand dips between your legs, fingers rubbing messy circles around your swollen clit, thinking how many times you’ve dreamt of this exact scenario with your fingers buried inside, bringing yourself to the brink of orgasm by the mere thought of Jim. And now, feeling him, the tug on your hair, the ache between your legs, the hoarse cries jumping from your throat.

“Not gonna last much longer,” Jim grunts, wet slaps cutting between his words, “Fuck, sweetheart, that feel good?”

“Yes, Jim,” you whine, your hand jerking with each meeting of his hips on your ass. Come dribbles down the seam of your thigh as you feel your second high begin to wind, white heat flooding downwards. “So – fucking – good. Ah, I want you to come inside me.”

“You sure?”, he pants, holding on by a thread.

“Yeah, I – I’m on the pill.”

Jim pulls you upright by the hair, flush against his stomach, and places his hand over yours to rub your clit together. You lean your head back against his shoulder, body freezing as you come for him again. He groans when you pinch around him, movements becoming sloppy.

“Oh – oh, fuck, I’m – I’m coming, I’m coming,” he moans, lips pushing hard into your neck as he twitches and then stills, and you feel the warm spurts of his come deep inside. The two of you groan, strangled and drawn out, collapsing on the bed with his arms around you and his cock softening inside. You listen to the sounds of the party downstairs, the two of you trying to catch your breaths, and he kisses along the back of your shoulder, brushing his thumb back and forth where it rests over your waist.

“What are we gonna tell Mark?”, he asks.

You pause for a beat, then turn your head to him, “We’re telling Mark?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’ve wanted it, I’ve wanted it. I don’t want this to be a one time thing, I want it to be more than that, so at some point–”.

“More than what?”, you respond, your heartbeat returning to its heightened state earlier in the night.

“More than just sex.”

“Oh.”

“I’m really into you,” he whispers, “I didn’t know if you felt the same way about me but it seems like you do, so–”.

You shift around to face him, push his sweat damp locks away from his face and look into his eyes. Shy heat floods your face as you smile at him and nod carefully, biting the inside of your cheek.

“You wanna go back downstairs?” he asks, fingertips ghosting down your spine before he reaches your thigh and hooks your knee over his leg, “We have Islands in the Stream on the karaoke machine, I know you like that song.”

“Sure… In a bit.”

#jim halpert x reader #jim halpert imagine #jim halpert fic #jim halpert fanfic #the office fanfiction #jim halpert

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bonbonly · 10 days ago

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Please write something about this 🙏🏻🥺

anon you absolute whore i love you so much, thank you for this because I'm about to write the most despicable thing ever, in fact this isn't even going to be a bon thought

pairing: collegeau!daniel ricciardo x reader, collegeau!charles leclerc x reader, collegeau!max verstappen x reader ; tw: p in v, threesome/foursome, edging, overstimulation, oral (m receiving), use of vibrating dildo

collegeau!daniel ricciardo is back with trying to make you do another challenge with him. you decline this time though, telling him that you had a test you really needed to focus on. if you got above an 80, you'd have an A in the class and you really wanted that A. you promise him that after the test, you'll be free to entertain his tomfoolery but he pouts his lips at you.

"that's not going to work on me danny, turn that frown upside down," you scoff, and he's sighing out loud,

"what if i ate you out? would that convince you?" and he gets smacked on the back of his head like usual before you walk away.

so while you're taking your test, collegeu!daniel's on the court playing basketball with his friend max, who invited his other friend charles. charles sucks at basketball, but it was alright, daniel was fine helping the underclassman try to at least get one hoop through.

"i suck at this," charles groans, sitting down on a bleacher as he glances to max who's laughing his ass off,

"yeah we can tell." max snickers, and charles tosses his water bottle at him.

"i'm good at other things, though, just not this."

"oh really? like what?" max scoffs, taking off his sweaty t-shirt. he fixes his cap on backwards, before sitting down besides charles to watch danny shoot some more hoops.

"i play the piano-"

"so you're good with your fingers," max snorts, and charles rolls his eyes,

"i guess you could say that, the girls don't ever complain," he retorts and max's eyes widen in surprise,

"charles, you've fucked girls? wow, last person i thought to do so!"

"look who's talking," charles snaps, and while the two begin to bicker about their sex lives, danny tosses the basketball at both of their heads. they both wince as the ball makes contact with them, and they turn to the older student.

"how many?" daniel asks, and charles clears his throat before he refines his french accent to sound more forced,

"a gentleman never tells" and max scowls at him,

"he's lying then. he's never fucked a girl before." which causes them to break out into another argument and daniel walks over to sit between them. he has an idea in his mind, a really funny idea and he knows you'll come around to accept it once you're in the middle of the fun.

"you guys know (y/n) (l/n)?" daniel asks, and max merely whistles out loud,

"she's your friend, right? i see you two hanging out every day on campus." the blonde comments, and daniel nods his head,

"yeah, she's my best friend. what about you, charles? you know her?" he asks, and charles sighs, leaning against the the bleacher step that's higher than the one he's sitting on,

"know her? i've dreamed of her. she's so hot, sometimes i want to know what it's like to be in her pussy," he sighs once more, closing his eyes as if to imagine you on him. daniel laughs out loud, clasping his hands together,

"then that's settled. both of you show up at my house tomorrow night. i've got something planned." and he gets up, leaving the two boys completely in the dust for what's about to happen.

when you show up at his house, you're wearing the exact fit you wore on his birthday a few months ago. that crop top that barely covered your tits, and miniskirt with no panties on. he said he wanted you to come watch a movie with him, but you knew his mind. you knew he had something planned up his ass for this. and he's grinning like an idiot, because he knows the two boys in the living room are going to go absolutely insane just looking at you.

"what movie?" you ask, teasing him, "is it a classic, or another porno?"

"neither, actually," daniel laughs, shutting the door behind you. you frown,

"neither? daniel are you telling me that you invited me here to not watch a movie?" you feign innocence, hanging your purse on a coat-hanger before walking into the living room. you're cracking jokes with him about that test you took the other day, you know you definitely got the score you wanted, but god it took forever to get through. and then your eyes land on the two underclassmen that's staring at you as if they saw an angel from heaven for the first time. jaw's slack, eyes wide and their cocks painfully hard in their pants.

"ok, who are they?" you ask, crossing your arms. the fabric of your top gets pushed up and max nearly faints seeing a glimpse of your tits. charles suddenly forgets all english, and he's swallowing thickly trying to come up with something to say.

"my friends! you know, they really appreciate you being here tonight!" daniel beams, his hands coming to rest at your waist, "we're gonna play some games tonight. you down for monopoly?"

"daniel, cut this out, what's going on?" you glare at him and he throws his hands in the air,

"just another challenge i have for you... of course, if you don't want to do it, that's ok. it's up to you. but if you forfeit, you're gonna have to buy me lunch for the entirety of next semester," daniel states. you tap your foot impatiently, weighing your options carefully. your bank account would be destroyed if you had to pay for daniel's lunch. he ate like a monster anyway, yeah, no. you were going to take up his challenge.

"fine, what do i have to do?" you snort, and he's kissing your cheek, telling you that he knew you'd cum - i mean, come around. you roll your eyes, watching him vanish into a closet to bring something out. when you hear max awkwardly clear his throat, you snap your head to the two men and try to make some conversation with them.

"what are your majors?" you ask, and charles clears his throat before continuing,

"uh... architecture, i have a minor in music." you give him an impressed look, before complimenting his accent that makes his cheeks turn red.

"i'm... majoring in video game design," max says, and you nod your head,

"that's um... fun." and you bend over to tie your shoelaces, smiling a bit when you hear both of them groan under their breath at the sight of your bare pussy. when daniel comes out of the closet, he has this weird contraption in his hand and you're scowling at him, "ok, you're gonna have to do a lot more than just a simple explanation, the fuck is that?"

"let me show you!" daniel grins, and pretty soon there's this dildo up your juicy cunt, vibrating like crazy but there's no way to get it out of you because he's tossed the key somewhere in the kitchen.

"oops! i can't seem to find it! maybe i should use my phone and like look up find my key or something," daniel exclaims, pulling out his device and between moans, you're rolling your eyes,

"fucking dumbass, you can't find a key through your phone!" max and charles are on either side of you, and each of your legs are on their laps. max is sucking your tits, while charles is rubbing your clit like an instrument, you're bucking into his hand, moaning about how intense this all felt. daniel's got his phone in his hand, circling his thumb on the screen to match charles's fingers and you're cumming hard for the first time in the night.

"you really are good with your fingers," max snickers, and charles shrugs his shoulders with a smile,

"i'm just here to please the ladies," he smile, before taking off your top. your tits bounce a bit as he does so, and both of them are murmuring praises into your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how they wished they had their cock in you instead. daniel's getting a kick out of this, and he grabs charles's phone to record all of this. he knew that french boy would be grateful if he had some memory of him getting his hands on you. you're giggling at their words, mind a hazy mess. how many times did you even cum around this thing? and then daniel decides to toss his phone to max, before sitting down on a chair across from you.

"have fun with her, i get her pussy every other day, ya'll can have her for tonight." he smiles, bringing one knee up to rest his head on it. max is grinning like a schoolboy who just received a bucket of chocolate, and he's toying with the app, placing the vibrating dildo on the highest setting. you're arching your back, trying to squirm away from charles' skilled fingers, because now he's inserting them in your cunt alongside the device! and just when you're about to cum, max sends charles a look and instantly everything stops. his fingers pull out, the dildo stops moving and now you're whining hysterically.

"oh come on, you got to cum at least 3 times, you can wait for more," max teases, and daniel's in the corner laughing his ass off. he didn't know those boys had it in them to be edging you like that! you're bucking your hips into the air, still chasing after an orgasm that's dilapidating from your system with pleas falling from your lips. max tosses the remote to charles before he unbuckles his belt and ties your hands together with the leather material. charles turns the dildo back on, watching you squirm because now you were insanely oversensitive to each movement of the machine, and it surely didn't help when max's tongue was flicking your clit without stopping. charles was palming his dick through his pants, silently laughing everytime you kept babbling about how close you were to cumming. and once again, you were just about to reach that heaven when max pulls away and taps on charles's arm. the french man instantly runs his thumb down the screen of daniel's phone, stopping everything once again.

at this point you're crying, screaming and trying to kick your legs but both of them had their arms wrapped around you to make sure you couldn't get any relief. you're glaring at daniel,

"some challenge you made, dumbass!" you snort, and he's snickering as he's stroking his cock,

"you wanna pay for my lunch next semester? i can tell them to stop if you don't want to do this anymore." he giggles, and it's such a stupid sentence but you still shake your head,

"no, no, i'll play along. i'm not feeding your fat ass to ruin my bank account," you hiss. you notice max getting up to head to the kitchen, and you almost think he's going to get that key and free you, so you could actually watch a movie. you wish daniel was normal enough to just watch a movie, but he was such a menace. when max returns, he does unlock the device and pulls out of you just to see your juices dribble down the dildo, and then he shoves it right back in you making you moan out loud. he snickers, tossing it to the side before turning to daniel,

"c-can we?" max asks, and daniel rolls his eyes,

"don't ask me, you should be asking her! she's a silly little whore though, she might accept," he grins, and you frown at him before glancing up at charles and max.

"can you finally make me cum now? please?" you ask, still trying to get some relief. the cool air kisses your folds, and charles notices the way your cunt's clenching at nothing. he really wants you to do that with his cock. max smirks, glancing to charles,

"you wanted her. you can take her cunt. i'll take her mouth." and you're so ecstatic that you're finally going to be able to cum. max unties your hands, and charles soothes your aching hips from being spread out for so long before you're flipped onto your stomach, ass in the air, propping yourself on your elbows. and while the both of them begin to undress, daniel's grinning like some proud teacher who's so happy that his pupils are finally learning.

"having fun?" he asks out loud to no one in particular, and he can't help but laugh when the three of you moan out god yes. charles positions himself behind you, gathering your slickness on his cock as he slides himself against your folds. you're mewling at how warm he feels, and before you can beg for him to fuck you, max shoves his cock down your throat before looking up at charles who's nodding his head and thrusting into you. you're moans are muffled, and the room is filled with max and charles grunting and whispering how good you feel. daniel crawls over to the action, slapping your tits around with his hand before pinching your nipples, which makes you arch your back deeper, letting charles fuck your cunt at an ungodly pace. max doesn't seem to stop either, he's forcing you to take him deeper, until you're gagging around him, drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth.

"you wanna cum?" daniel asks, rubbing your clit and you nod your head weakly, slurping up max's cock as charles slaps your ass as his thrusts begin to become more erratic, "I think she's done well, right? should she cum charles?"

and charles is laughing as he feels you clenching around his cock, your pretty cunt pleading to finally cum. he glances at max whose head is thrown back, god you really knew how to suck cock.

"fuck, is this what she does in her spare time, daniel?" max asks, glancing at his older friend who's sighing dreamily as a joke,

"every day, every day max."

charles swats daniel's hand away and rubs hard circles on your clit, "i want to make her cum." his voice is dark, intense and daniel's giggling as he crawls away,

"alright, alright."

"cum for me... now," charles whispers into your ear, and that's all you need because you're squirting around him, letting out muffled screams as you begin to choke on max's cum. he's painting your throat, and charles is decorating your insides as if this was their major, not whatever they told you earlier. they finally let go of you, flipping you onto your back before pressing soft kisses to your forehead. you're gasping for air, your mind so fuzzy and mush.

and as charles and max try to grab their clothes, daniel stops them and shakes his head. he's taking off his shirt now and glancing at the two boys, "oh come on now. the night's just getting started! i have dibs on her cunt, who wants her mouth and who wants her ass?"

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afewproblems · 1 year ago

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Eddie downs the last of his beer and tosses the empty red cup into the kitchen sink, right between a couple who were clearly gearing up to claim one of the spare rooms upstairs.

Eddie snickers and winks as the girl tells him to fuck off while her boyfriend flips him the bird, god he loves highschool parties, and this one is no exception.

It's Halloween and business is booming for Eddie Munson.

He imagines Dian Fossey felt similarly, wandering through the Congo studying the great apes' behavior patterns and social structure from within rather than observing from afar.

So far Eddie's observations have paid off in spades and he's managed to sell out most of his stash by targeting the basketball team and their girlfriends. No one wants to get high all by themselves after all, it's almost too easy the way these sheep all flock together.

Eddie leaves the kitchen behind him, but not before snagging a can of something cold from a nearby cooler of half melted ice. With a decent buzz going, what's one more? He's done working for the night after all.

Eddie climbs the stairs, dodging drunk teens left and right as they make their way past him, shirts ruffled and hair messy. Eddie snorts, ignoring the wistful pull in his chest as a tall boy on the swim team pulls his girlfriend closer to press a chaste kiss to the top of her head before smoothing her curls away from her forehead.

Unfortunately no one Eddie would be interested in would accept him brushing their hair like that without punching him in the face.

He shakes his head and continues forward, he's an observer, nothing more.

Eddie passes a closed door on the second floor and pauses as a raised voice splits through the wood.

"It's bullshit, you're bullshit," the voice slurs out and Eddie feels a wide grin pull at the corner of his mouth.

He takes a step closer, nearly pressing his ear to the flat of the door.

"Like we're in love?" Another voice says softly, a guy, "you don't love me?"

A small part of Eddie knows he shouldn't be listening to this, he can hear the waiver in this guy's voice like his heart is slowly cracking in his chest. Shit, he almost feels bad for this guy.

But the people that go to these stupid parties, the Hawkins elite, the gorillas in the mist, deserve their bullshit --to use this girls turn-of-phrase.

The only reason they didn't mess with Eddie was because he was these highschool shit-heads main source of weed.

Its karma, plain and simple, Eddie reasons as he presses even closer now.

"It's. Bullshit". The girl hisses emphatically and for a second Eddie hears nothing.

It happens so quickly after that.

The door swings inward, causing Eddie to stumble into a tall firm chest as the bathroom guy collides with him.

"What the fuck?" The guy says as he pushes Eddie away from himself and --no way.

"Harrington?"

Steve blinks once, his wide hazel eyes red rimmed and shiny in the dim light of the hallway, the tip of his nose is pink as he reaches up to pinch it roughly before swiping across his eyes as well.

Even though Eddie's fairly certain that he and Steve are the same height, he seems smaller like this, deflated, standing in the hallway while a party rages down below them both.

A cheer rings out, startling Steve into action.

He steps widely around Eddie, enough that his shoulder connects with the wall in his haste to take the stairs down, two at a time, as though Hell is hot on his heels.

And Eddie should leave it, go back to the party, see if there are any snacks left before calling it a night, but something pushes him to follow the path Steve took.

It's like he's possessed, the haunted look in those hazel eyes forcing him forward until he's outside on the lawn.

A few other teens are outside, including a couple making out on the porch, Eddie steps over them and jogs to the end of the driveway.

He spots Steve down the street sitting on a large rock at the end of another neighbor's lawn with his face in his hands.

He looks up as Eddie gets closer and curses softly.

"Seriously? It wasn't enough that you were listening, you're following me now?" His voice cracks on the last word as he wipes his eyes again, he can't quite hide the way the moonlight catches the tear tracks running down his cheek and neck though.

"Oh come on Harrington," Eddie says, walking up to Steve. He sits on one of the other rocks and takes a crumpled pack of smokes out of his vest pocket, "it's no fun if you're sad".

"What is?" Steve mumbles after a beat, wiping his eyes again as he stares at the ground.

"Making fun of you," Eddie shrugs as he takes a cigarette and puts it between his lips, he smiles at the startled bark of laughter from Steve.

"You're a prick," he huffs softly, the barest of smiles slowly blooming across his face.

Eddie can count the constellation of freckles and moles across his face, giving the blanket of stars above them a run for their money. His hand twitches at the thought of touching the ones on Steve's throat.

Eddie coughs once, mentally tallying the number of drinks he must have had for those kinds of thoughts and shifts on the rock to adjust his pants.

He holds out the pack to Steve who looks at the nearly empty sleeve before his eyes shift to the house behind Eddie.

"Nance hated cigarettes," Steve murmurs as the corner of his mouth twitches into a terrible frown. It's gone in an instant as Steve blinks once and reaches out for the pack.

"I got something stronger if you want?" Eddie offers, he shrugs when Steve looks up at him with suspicious eyes.

"Come on Harrington, I'm not gonna keep kicking you when you're down, you need a pick-me-up and then I can get back into it," Eddie stands up and without thinking, holds out a hand towards Steve, "what do you say?"

Steve stares up at him, his eyes flick once to the outstretched hand before he snorts dryly and slowly takes his hand.

It's warm in Eddie's own. The fingers squeeze gently as Steve uses it to hoist himself up until he's once again eye level with Eddie.

From this close Eddie can see the way his eyelashes have clumped together with leftover tears and the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes

Oh…this, this was a bad idea. Eddie swallows roughly as Steve finally nods.

"Lead the way Munson," Steve says with the barest of smirks as he wipes his face one last time, "and if you tell anyone about this, I'll slash your tires".

Eddie cackles at that, "there he is!"

He claps Steve on the back as he leads them towards where he parked his van down the road, "our chariot awaits!"

Eddie ignores the small voice that whispers in his ear, the one that sounds remarkably like his uncle, as it asks him just what the hell he thinks he's doing with Harrington of all people?

It'll be fine, he tells himself.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

Part Two

#stranger things #stranger things season 2 au #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and nancy breakup #what would have happended if eddie had been there #let me know if yall want a part two #eddie took one look at this pathetic sad man and said #I will love him and squeeze him #steve cried when nancy called him bullshit you cant tell me otherwise #afewproblems writes #steve x eddie #steddie au #getting back into writing after not being able to for weeks #cw drinking #cw smoking #i will never get tired of the halloween party au

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kale-smoothies · 4 months ago

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I really want to hear someone ramble about music and characters, and this is the second time I’ve seen those songs being used to describe Scourge so please explain away.

if you want of course.

OKAY OKAY GIRL ANACHRONISM MOSTLY FEELS LIKE PRISON SCOURGE

everytime i listen to the song i imagine an animatic so ill do my best to explain why I associate the song with Scourge.BUT ITS REALLY HARD FOR ME TO EXPLAIN THINGS LIKE THESE so forgive me if it doesn’t make sense

From the scars on my arms And the cracks in my hips And the dents in my car And the blisters on my lips That I'm not the carefullest of girls

Scars on his arms and blisters on his lips cause he’s always fighting AND being tossed around like basketball (He was used as a basketball in one panel) so I always think he had some small lasting scars on his body or something

And the strings that're breaking And I keep on breaking more And it looks like I am shaking But it's just the temperature

Okay FIRST TWO LINES, I like to take it as a metaphor for losing control. Scourge lost control over his life and KEEPS losing control in prison, OR it could be a metaphor for losing sanity. As Scourge was seen being super paranoid at one point, maybe everything he’s going through is slowly chipping at his sanity.

last two lines, shaky hands due to anxiety but also because he’s cold at night since he doesn’t have a mattress or a pillow or a blanket

If it were any colder I could disengage If I were any older I could act my age But I don't think that you'd believe me

It's not the way I'm meant to be It's just the way The operation made me

“I could act my age..” GUYS HE’S 17!! He did all he did when he was 17! Barely 17 too. “The way the operation made me.” IT’S THE NARRATIVE! HE’S TALKING ABOUT THE NARRATIVE! HE WOULDN’T BECOME WHO HE WAS IF HE WASN’T SHOVED INTO THE VILLAIN SHAPED COOKIE CUTTER THAT THE UNIVERSE WANTED TO MOLD HIM INTO! He accepted and embraced his role as Anti Sonic which is WHY HE’S SUCH A DICK! HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A SONIC! BUT THAT’S WHAT FLOWING

And you can tell From the state of my room That they let me out too soon And the pills that I ate Came a couple years too late And I've got some issues to work through

State of his room AS IN solitary confinement. They DEFINITELY tossed his ass in SC multiple times in the first week, BELIEVE ME. And he’d go crazy over no chaos energy, no movement, no running, no form of communication, just him, himself, and the darkness of his thoughts and his past regrets IT WOULD EAT HIM ALIVE

also he has ALOT of issues to work through Imposter syndrome, Superiority complex, parental issues, possible feelings of inadequacy. Which is probably why he never went to therapy with Zouge. He doesn’t want to open up and admit he has problems with people he doesn’t know

There I go again Pretending to be you Make believing That I have a soul beneath the surface

“Pretending to be you.” HE’S TALKING ABOUT SONIC!! Like? Like?? “I’m sonic at his fullest potential.” IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT THIS IS LITERALLY HIM!!

I was taken out Before the labor pains set in and now Behold the world's worst accident I am the girl anachronism

Literally him went he went green! He was taken out before he turned super AND so behold the world’s worst accident: scourge. He was never meant to be green, he just jumped off the road of the narrative with that little escape

And you can tell By the red in my eyes And the bruises on my thighs And the knots in my hair And the bathtub full of flies That I'm not right now at all

Red eyes due to insomnia, bruises because of fights, knots in his quills because of lack of self care…

There I go again Pretending that I'll fall Don't call the doctors 'Cause they've seen it all before They'll say just

Let her crash And burn She'll learn The attention just encourages her

“Don’t call the doctors!” THATS HIM! NO BODY CALLS THE GUARDS WHEN HE’S BEING BEATEN SHITLESS! BECAUSE ZOBOTNIK DOESN’T WANT THEM TO!!!!1! “Let her crash and burn she’ll learn. The attentoin just encourages her.” DO YOU SEE MY VISUON

And you can tell From the smoke at the stake That the current state is critical Well it is the little things, for instance

In the time it takes to break it She can make up ten excuses Please excuse her for the day It's just the way the medication makes her

First part is probably Moebius after Scourge disappeared? Did it fall into anarchy? Did Alicia Acorn or the supression squad take control?

I genuinely don’t know how to explain the last line but its him its him its so him AUGGHHHHHHH

#scourge the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic archie #scourge #sonic fandom #sth #sonic archie comics #character analysis #song lyrics #im cringe

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farfromsugafanfic · 9 months ago

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Rebound | Chapter Two: Offensive Foul

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: short chapter lol, public sex, discussed cheating, smut

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.

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Yoongi kicked the door shut and reached over to lock it in one swift motion. You managed to reach into your desk drawer where you kept a box of condoms. Normally, you gave them out to the girls on the team when they headed out on dates after practice, rarely did they ever come in handy for your own escapades.

"Yoongi..." you said, breathlessly, bunching up the bottom of his shirt in your hand, exposing the very slightest of his toned stomach. If you hadn't been sitting, you were sure your knees would've gone weak beneath you. "What about Ji-yoo?"

"What about her?" he asked, his mouth moving from your neck. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside. You nearly lost all the breath in your lungs as he made quick work of your shirt next, pulling it over your head and throwing it out of your sight. You were wearing just a plain sports bra, but Yoongi didn't seem to care, his lips attaching to your chest.

"Sh-She's probably waiting for you and she's your girlfriend." Despite your reservations, you slipped off your shorts and wrapped your legs around Yoongi's hips, feeling him against you. At this point, you needed him and even if you were betraying someone on your team, you weren't sure anything or anyone could stop you.

"She already left," he said. The words were all you needed to press your lips to his and grind against him. The friction was driving you crazy and you knew Yoongi was also eager to satiate the need.

It wasn't long before the rest of your clothes were on the ground and Yoongi was fucking you on your desk. You bit your lip trying to hold back the moans that threatened to spill from your lips. The top of your head brushed against the closed blinds and your hands roamed from Yoongi's hair and down his bare chest.

"Did you think about this a lot?" you asked, the tension building up in your stomach.

"All the fucking time," Yoongi said, his voice just more than a grunt. "You feel just like I imagined."

That sent you over the edge and you felt your orgasm pass through your body. Yoongi reached his just after and you fell against his chest, sweaty and out of breath.

Yoongi's hand came to rest momentarily behind your head before he pulled away and began collecting the clothes thrown around the room.

He handed you yours as he pulled on his boxers and shorts. You dressed, not saying a word, a wave of guilt suddenly washing over you. Yoongi had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who played on your team. You had no idea how you were going to face the girl the next day at practice.

"Yoongi," you said, trying to hide the fact you wanted to cry again. Normally, you weren't a crier, but something about the boy getting dressed in front of you made you let the barriers. "Ji-yoo is..."

"Not going to find out about this," he said.

You sighed and got off the desk and pulled on your clothes. Once you were both dressed, you glanced up at him and his face was oddly calm, his eyes studying you. You looked away quickly and crossed your arms.

He sighed and walked towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, don't start feeling guilty on me now. We've already taken this too far. I've already cheated."

The word sounded so harsh it sent a pang through your chest. You felt tears prick at your eyes, knowing this was partially your fault. You'd been upset and even if you didn't admit it, you were looking for comfort.

"I'll break up with her if you want," he said quietly. His right hand left your shoulder and intertwined itself with yours, but you quickly pulled away.

"No," you said. "I don't want you to hurt her. She's a sweet girl and she doesn't deserve this." The tears began to pour even though it was the last thing you wanted.

"Don't worry about Ji-yoo," Yoongi said, pulling you into a hug. "She's my problem. You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N."

"I gave you consent, Yoongi. I-I wanted it."

"Shhh," he said, pushing your hair back and kissing your hairline softly. The kiss was so chaste you hardly believed this was the same man you'd just had sex with. "Did you drive today?"

You shook your head. You hardly drove to practice anymore since you lived just a short bus ride away. Your roommates always told you it was dangerous to take the bus home by yourself so late, but you sometimes enjoyed the dark and quiet bus ride, allowing you to collect your thoughts.

"Come on, I'll drive you home."

You didn't argue knowing—this time—that it would be pointless. You gathered your things and followed Yoongi out to his car.

The drive was short, but the exhaustion hit you almost immediately. Your eyelids drooped as you listened to Yoongi hum along to some random rap album.

"Y/N," Yoongi whispered, softly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "We're here."

You opened your eyes and nodded. You muttered a quick thanks and opened the car door and grabbed your duffel bag.

"Wait, Y/N," Yoongi said. "Don't worry too much about today, I don't expect anything from you. We can pretend it never happened if you want—"

"Yoongi, it's okay. We don't need to discuss this. Just go home, okay?"

Yoongi swallowed and nodded. "Goodnight Y/N."

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17 for taivan?

17 - Stealing or Sharing Clothes

Van starts stealing her clothes when they're fifteen, and she's sneaky as fuck about it. Taissa doesn't even realize her sweatshirt is gone until she knocks on Van's door one Saturday morning, intending to drag Van out shopping.

(Van kind of hates shopping; "I have clothes," she said blankly, the last time Tai pulled this. "How many does one person need?" It is therefore funny to inflict upon her the ravages of Claire's and Forever 21.)

Van opens her door, bleary, rubbing her eyes. She's wearing basketball shorts with a hole in the black mesh and Taissa's JV sweatshirt.

"Hey," she says, "that's mine."

Van twists at the waist, looking over her own shoulder at the name imprinted on navy cotton. "Wouldja look at that. How'd it fall into my laundry basket?"

Taissa takes it back from her that very day, even going so far as to buy Van a replacement hoodie. Not that she needs to replace it, since it's her fucking property, but whatever.

A few weeks go by before Van steals it again.

It becomes a thing. Taissa will go searching for a favorite t-shirt or sweater, certain it's been devoured by whichever laundry goblins are responsible for lost socks, and lo and behold: she finds it. In Van's room. Slung over Van's chair, or under Van's jacket at a party. Tucked into Van's locker, hanging between Van's backpack and Van's upsetting stash of ancient book reports.

"We don't even have the same style!" she groans. "Stop stealing my shit!"

"Our shit," says Van sagely, pulling yet another sweater down over her head. She's already wearing a sweater. It's September. This is so gloriously stupid, all Taissa can do is laugh.

When they crash, Van's thefts grow less intentional. They all do this now, dressing with blind eyes, paying little attention to the original owner of any given article of clothing. Clothes with overt wear-and-tear are recycled into blankets or bandages. Whatever's left is fair game, tossed into a communal stash.

Van wears Taissa's jacket often, pulling it tight around her diminishing frame. Taissa, in turn, wears Van's zip-ups, her rugby stripes. There's a modicum of control in swapping closets, though it pains Taissa to think they're now the same size, that they've shrunk down to a single-stitch format of a person. She tries not to focus on the facts. Tries to think instead of the dizzy warmth that comes from wearing Van's clothes, as if Van is--always--wrapping her close.

Eventually, she forgets. What was hers. What was Van's. Some things might even have begun life in Travis' suitcase, or Natalie's, adopted by the two of them instead. Even when they go home, some of those items remain. She touches a flannel shirt, hanging off Van's otherwise naked shoulders as she flips pancakes one morning, and thinks maybe it was Shauna's, once.

The line is razor-thin. What is hers. What is Van's. She has trouble telling the difference. They share the same shoe size. The same jacket size. They dress for warmth and the steady assurance that they will be safe, should another tragedy strike. For a long time, fashion is such a non-issue, Taissa can't imagine ever having cared about the mall, about Forever 21, about laughing when Van insisted she already owned plenty of shirts.

Time ticks by, and Van's in her closet more and more. Van's henley hanging off her own torso. Her jeans clinging to Van's hips. Is there any difference? Aren't they one soul sharing two bodies?

The first time Taissa comes home with a new dress, Van whistles. Grins. Still, there's a shadow in her eyes. That's not for me, she seems to be thinking. That's not for sharing. And, maybe: You did this on purpose.

It's the first step down a freshly-lain road. Taissa begins buying what she likes. What feels professional. What feels interesting. Van continues pulling from her side of the closet, but only the old stuff. The vintage t-shirts, the weathered hoodies. She leaves the new items be.

Maybe that's why Taissa buys a soft gray sweater one day. Not fancy. Straight-cut, simple, a loose collar. She buys it for herself, but when she looks into the mirror, it's Van she can picture curled within the warm fabric.

Van, who--indeed--is sitting on the couch in that very sweater not three days later.

"Stealing my shit," says Tai fondly. As if they're totally normal these days. As if they haven't been arguing more. As if Van hasn't been sleeping on the couch. As if the sex hasn't been near-violent, and the silences, afterward, excruciating.

"Our shit," Van replies, craning her head back. Long red hair forms a waterfall over the back of the couch. Taissa bows to kiss her, fingers clenching around the collar of her sweater. She runs her fingers over the soft knit, uses the weave to pull Van close. It's a good sweater. Looks better on Van than it did on her.

She will miss it when Van is gone.

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Hi queen🫶🤭, great idea right here. How about, fluffy cute strip tease with Kenzo. Like, he’s down and all tense n’stuff, and his s/o(us, obviiiii✨✨) wants to cheer him up. But Kenzo isn’t one that talks about his problems and whatnot, so she asks him to come upstairs(she went upstairs while giving him the impression she’s changing out of her clothes, perhaps it’s snowing? Cold theme?) and is already slowly taking her clothes off. She tells him to sit on the bed and whatever, and… you do whatever else with that idea. But like, heavy boob worship. Perhaps a matching, cute, set for the reader?

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[1.4k] Pairing | Shida ‘Shidaken’ Kenzo x afab!reader Summary| y/n knows that she can always make kenzo feel better, and he’s always such a good boy about it Warnings | 18+ smut, no actual sex tho, strip tease, swearing, sub!kenzo, dom!reader, lil bit of boob worship Authors Note | thank you <3 i changed it a lil bit, i hope thats okay!! not my best work but i hope you enjoy, lo and behold, another smut written in the presence of my family

Shidaken was harshly yanked from his silent brooding by a sweatshirt hitting him square in the face, followed by the familiar enchantment of his girlfriend’s giggle. Pulling the jumper off his head, his jaw slacked upon y/n standing across the room from him, hair tousled and arms still in the position she threw the item of clothing at him like she was throwing a basketball.

“The fuck was that for?” he grumbled, tossing it aside and slumping back into the sofa, arms folded over his chest. Thirty minutes she’d tried to get him to speak, the last thing she needed on a bitterly cold day was to return to a miserable boyfriend who refused to talk about what upset him. It’s not like he was ignoring her, he heard her voice try to soothe his mood, but his mind spoke at extraordinary volumes. Until now, when she moved to stand in front of the TV, hands on hips and putting her weight onto one.

“For sulking. The problem’s not gonna disappear if you just sit there.” He hated how right she was, all the time. Feeling the sofa dip beside him, his body fell into autopilot, arms unfolding, one moving the rest on the back of the sofa so y/n could comfortably curl up into his side, as she did then and there. His chest bloomed into a warmth, breathing becoming easier and the tension in his softened, his eyebrows unknitting and relief washing over his muscles. “What’s bothering you, babe?”

He sighed, “I don’t really know. Sachio’s outta town again and running the guys has been harder than usual. My mum’s been on my back about getting a part-time job, Christmas is approaching, and I hate how I always come here because my mum’s so invasive.”

Her lips formed a soft smile, she’d finally cracked him. She ran her hand flat over his chest, slow and sensual, feeling every dip of his pectorals and abs that lived under his t-shirt as he spoke, relishing in the way his body sank further into the cushions the more she soothed him. Kenzo’s voice faltered when her hand ventured under his shirt, her cold fingertips jolting sparks over his skin and the tingles he loved through his body and straight to his core. He gulped the further her hand trailed ghost-like touches up to his chest, tracing patterns as he sheepishly turned his head to look at y/n. All his eyes were met with were her lust-glazed, fiery and falsely innocent pupils, blown out and watching him like a cat on its prey.

“Mhm, well you’re always welcome here, my parents are rarely around. The rest sounds stressful,” she purred, “want me to help relieve it?”

He nodded, throat suddenly falling dry and chest tightening with all the filthy thoughts that flooded his imagination: on her knees with her lips dripping in his cum; underneath him clawing at his back; on top of him and bouncing on his cock as if she owned it; against the door screaming his name; against the wall; bare body pressed into the window; the possibilities were endless. All his fantasies springing to life at once and choking him dumb.

“Princess, if you’re gonna suck me off, I beg you to speed it up.” He rasped, her hand reappearing from under his shirt, gripping his jaw between her fingers and thumb. His lips yearned to feel hers, he’d never felt so desperate to kiss anyone in his life let alone lap his tongue up against hers, their faces so close but instead, she smiled coyly, pushing him away. With the air pushed from his lungs, Kenzo palmed his aching cock, just about to protest her actions furiously until she stood between his legs, parting them further open.

“And where’s the fun in that? You ignored me for thirty minutes, you can take a little punishment, don’t you think?” she pouted, her tone condescending but still making his cock twitch helplessly, “So, are you gonna be a good boy f’me?”

He gulped, “Yes, princess. M’gonna be a good boy.”

“That’s what we like to hear.” Kenzo’s heart pulsed in his ears, his chest rising and falling as y/n unbuttoned her jeans slowly, purposely to pull him under her spell and watch him writhe into the sofa. Wiggling them down her legs, pooling at her ankles, she kicked them aside, socks following. She twirled teasingly, ensuring he got a clear view of the ass he loved to grope and squeeze, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties – the lacy black set he loved so much – pulling it away and letting it snap against her skin, then alluding to slipping the underwear down her legs only to pull them back up before Kenzo could take any pleasure from the view.

“Fuck, baby, please do something.” He whined, hands slipping to his sides as his eyes followed her body onto his lap, straddling him, chest to his face. Like a magnet, his hands gripped her hips, running up and down her thighs and curve of her back like he’d never felt her flesh before.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she tutted, removing his hands and pinning them to his sides, “I never said you could touch. I thought you were a good boy?”

“I am,” whatever thoughts plagued him previously didn’t matter anymore, he wasn’t allowed to touch and that was his new problem, “I am, all f’you.”

Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her top, feeling his eyes bore into her movements and his cock solid against her inner thigh. Fabric tickled over her torso, catching on her tits but eventually, the item of clothing slipped off her, tossed somewhere across the room. She puffed her chest out, running her hands over the matching bra and toying with the straps, watching his cheeks flush and tongue dart between his lips, wetting them as if he were to mark her up beautifully.

She gripped the back of his neck, fingers sliding through the hair on his nape and pulled him into a bruising kiss, tongue instantly invading his mouth with a groan emitting from his throat. She lapped and controlled his tongue's movements, finally allowing his hands to roam her body, pulling her into his chest, guiding her hips to roll over his cock while saliva gathered on their lips and transferred between hot mouths.

As much as he felt like ascending to the heavens, he pulled away for a breath, one hand carding through her roots and tilting her head back. Y/n gasped at his teeth nipping and sucking down the column of her neck, trailing wet kisses down to her chest. Languid kisses left pink blossoms in their wake, over the tissue of her tits that lay exposed from the lacy cup that hiked her chest up to create the perfect amount of cleavage for him to nuzzle his face into.

“So perfect,” he groaned, “so soft, and comfy,” his husky voice muffled but clear enough to reverberate through her ears, “always know how to make me feel better.”

Y/n pushed his head further into her chest, the electrifying sensation of his lips against her skin soaking through to her panties, a small wet patch staining his sweatpants. Not that he cared, his cock was straining painfully, even more so with the way she stroked her pussy over it, refusing it access to her walls, depriving it of its tight embrace in his time of need. Kenzo’s hands palmed and groped her ass, rutting her hips over his crotch in carnal desire for relief.

“That’s it, good boy,” she stroked his hair, “use me, Ken, use my body. Cum in those boxers of yours, I’ll clean you up.”

“Such a fuckin’ minx.” He buried his face, hands snaking up her body and played with her tits, squeezing them while her mewls played like music in his ears, his stomach flushing hot and impossible to keep under control anymore. Did he want to cum in his pants like a teenage boy? No. But was he desperately horny with his face shoved between his girlfriend’s breasts? Yes. With her cunt grinding against his dick, hands stroking his hair and praises gracing his thoughts, the knot inside him snapped, leaking warm ropes in his boxers, absorbed by the fabric of his sweatpants and blowing his cover. His body fell limp, taking her with him and hugging her close, nose in the crook over her neck and panting heavily.

“Thank you, princess. I love you s’much.”

With a giggle, she placed a chaste kiss on his temple, and cradled him, catching her breath, their heartbeats falling into a synchronised rhythm.

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10 Crazy Luxurious Celebrity Villas

Rich People's Homes: A Comedy of Excess 🏰 So, you're telling me that Jon Bon Jovi's idea of a "humble abode" is basically a castle? Move over, Kenny's dilapidated abode from "South Park." This mansion has probably got its own moat and drawbridge, ready to fend off intruders with style. I can just picture Jon strumming his guitar in his grand hall while humming "Livin' on a Prayer," surrounded by suits of armor. 🏰🎸 And then we've got Aaron Spelling in Los Angeles, proving that if you're going to have a villa, it might as well be the size of a small country. This dude's place is so massive that it could have its own gravitational pull. A swimming pool? Pssh, child's play. How about a gym, a bowling alley, a skating rink – because what else would complete the holy trinity of extravagance? 🎳⛸️🎾 Speaking of extravagant, let's talk Hugh Hefner. The guy throws parties that put even the wildest frat shindigs to shame. But really, who wouldn't want to attend a soirée surrounded by Playboy bunnies and Stan Lee doppelgängers? It's like a comic-con for the cool and suave. Bunny ears as the dress code – you've got my attention. 🐰🎉 Jerry Seinfeld's Hamptons home is the stuff of sitcom legends. The man loves baseball so much, he decided to build his own field right in his backyard. And why not? He's probably got enough "Seinfeld" royalties to afford a diamond-encrusted mitt. But seriously, why do rich folks feel the need to turn their homes into mini amusement parks? Maybe they're secretly training for the next episode of "Cribs." ⚾🏠 Conan O'Brien drops a casual $20 million on a mansion, and it's... decent? I mean, come on, Conan, where's the skating rink? The bowling alley? At least throw in a trampoline room for good measure. It's like he's slacking in the millionaire's mansion competition. Though, I do wonder if he's got a hidden treasure chest filled with oversized ginger wigs. 🎤🏰 Taylor Swift's Watch Hill mansion in Rhode Island is the epitome of charm. She snagged that gem for $15 million, and honestly, it's the perfect location for her next heartbreak ballad. But compared to Conan's "meh" mansion, she's basically living in a fairytale. Maybe she's secretly plotting to turn it into a real-life setting for her next music video – starring herself, of course. 🎶🏡 Now, onto the Smith family in Malibu. Reports claim their house is so massive, it has its own zip code. I can just imagine them telling people, "Yeah, just take a left at the basketball court, make a right at the tennis court, and if you hit the jumbo-sized swimming pool, you've gone too far." It's like navigating a theme park, but with better security. 🏀🎾🏊‍♂️ Arnold Schwarzenegger's California mansion is apparently up for grabs at a modest $23.5 million. I mean, that's just pocket change, right? If I had that kind of cash lying around, I'd be tossing it at Arnie's place faster than you can say "I'll be back." Maybe I'll find the Terminator chilling in the kitchen, blending protein shakes and offering sage life advice. 🤖💰 Michael Jordan's mansion is the stuff of legend, boasting 17 bathrooms and 9 bedrooms. I guess when you're the GOAT, you need an entire wing dedicated to bathroom options. And a garage that could house a small car dealership? That's just Jordan showing off. I bet he dribbles basketballs into the garage just to see how far they bounce. 🏀🚗 And let's not forget about Billy Joel. He's got a Mediterranean-style abode with a 60-car garage. Sixty cars? I can barely fit my bicycle in my garage without tripping over it. But hey, if I ever need a place to park my unicycle collection, I'll know who to call. Maybe Billy hosts garage sales where you can buy a mansion just to get the free car garage. 🏰🚗 In the grand comedy of rich people's homes, it's clear that excess is the name of the game. Who needs a modest abode when you can have your own kingdom complete with bunny-eared parties, zip codes, and enough bathrooms to host a royal parade? 🎉🏰👑# Rich People's Homes: A Comedy of Excess 🏰 So, you're telling me that Jon Bon Jovi's idea of a "humble abode" is basically a castle? Move over, Kenny's dilapidated abode from "South Park." This mansion has probably got its own moat and drawbridge, ready to fend off intruders with style. I can just picture Jon strumming his guitar in his grand hall while humming "Livin' on a Prayer," surrounded by suits of armor. 🏰🎸 And then we've got Aaron Spelling in Los Angeles, proving that if you're going to have a villa, it might as well be the size of a small country. This dude's place is so massive that it could have its own gravitational pull. A swimming pool? Pssh, child's play. How about a gym, a bowling alley, a skating rink – because what else would complete the holy trinity of extravagance? 🎳⛸️🎾 Speaking of extravagant, let's talk Hugh Hefner. The guy throws parties that put even the wildest frat shindigs to shame. But really, who wouldn't want to attend a soirée surrounded by Playboy bunnies and Stan Lee doppelgängers? It's like a comic-con for the cool and suave. Bunny ears as the dress code – you've got my attention. 🐰🎉 Jerry Seinfeld's Hamptons home is the stuff of sitcom legends. The man loves baseball so much, he decided to build his own field right in his backyard. And why not? He's probably got enough "Seinfeld" royalties to afford a diamond-encrusted mitt. But seriously, why do rich folks feel the need to turn their homes into mini amusement parks? Maybe they're secretly training for the next episode of "Cribs." ⚾🏠 Conan O'Brien drops a casual $20 million on a mansion, and it's... decent? I mean, come on, Conan, where's the skating rink? The bowling alley? At least throw in a trampoline room for good measure. It's like he's slacking in the millionaire's mansion competition. Though, I do wonder if he's got a hidden treasure chest filled with oversized ginger wigs. 🎤🏰 Taylor Swift's Watch Hill mansion in Rhode Island is the epitome of charm. She snagged that gem for $15 million, and honestly, it's the perfect location for her next heartbreak ballad. But compared to Conan's "meh" mansion, she's basically living in a fairytale. Maybe she's secretly plotting to turn it into a real-life setting for her next music video – starring herself, of course. 🎶🏡 Now, onto the Smith family in Malibu. Reports claim their house is so massive, it has its own zip code. I can just imagine them telling people, "Yeah, just take a left at the basketball court, make a right at the tennis court, and if you hit the jumbo-sized swimming pool, you've gone too far." It's like navigating a theme park, but with better security. 🏀🎾🏊‍♂️ Arnold Schwarzenegger's California mansion is apparently up for grabs at a modest $23.5 million. I mean, that's just pocket change, right? If I had that kind of cash lying around, I'd be tossing it at Arnie's place faster than you can say "I'll be back." Maybe I'll find the Terminator chilling in the kitchen, blending protein shakes and offering sage life advice. 🤖💰 Michael Jordan's mansion is the stuff of legend, boasting 17 bathrooms and 9 bedrooms. I guess when you're the GOAT, you need an entire wing dedicated to bathroom options. And a garage that could house a small car dealership? That's just Jordan showing off. I bet he dribbles basketballs into the garage just to see how far they bounce. 🏀🚗 And let's not forget about Billy Joel. He's got a Mediterranean-style abode with a 60-car garage. Sixty cars? I can barely fit my bicycle in my garage without tripping over it. But hey, if I ever need a place to park my unicycle collection, I'll know who to call. Maybe Billy hosts garage sales where you can buy a mansion just to get the free car garage. 🏰🚗 In the grand comedy of rich people's homes, it's clear that excess is the name of the game. Who needs a modest abode when you can have your own kingdom complete with bunny-eared parties, zip codes, and enough bathrooms to host a royal parade? 🎉🏰👑 Read the full article

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😳🥺💘😍 goodness!! Baby! Of course yes! You know u would!

I won’t take full advantage bcuz I know even tho your being lovey that your also hurting / depressed. But! What I will say before I share my full on thoughts 😳. That. I would do every bit of this with you and not even be sexual! Like of course I would yes. But. I’d do all of it with pure of heart fun intent!

So! Yes. I would chase you! I’d say. Hey babyyy have you seen the remote? I’d look across the hall and see you smirking 😈 maybeeee you’d say. I’d say. Princess. Give it hereee. And as you’d dash down the hall I’d get up and chase after you. You’d hide in a room as you try not to giggle hearing me search. As you hear me open a closet you’d dash to our bedroom. I hear your lil steps and follow you! Closing the door behind. You’d giggle backing towards the bed. No where to run! I’d say. You’d toss the remote to me. But I set it aside. It’s too late for that princess! My objective has changed 😈😈 now I have the evil smirk! You’d put your hands out to stop me but your no match! I’d grab your waist and lay you on the bed. Ticking your tummy. Even giving you a quick raspberry! Giving you a happy smile! You’d hate the tickles but also love the attention🥰 our hands grabbing and rubbing and being playful. We’re together so who cares if clothes come off! Sexual or not 🙈😳. I’d lift your shirt off of you and keep messing not even being naughty. You’d do the same. Wrestling my shirt off me and taking over tickling. I’d be at your mercy now. On top of me. Laughing and smiling at each other (I forgot to say this earlier on so imma add it here. We’d have at least 2 cats. Maybe a dog. The cats running as we move quick but we’d of course never step on them. And our possible dog getting excited and running with us and doing a little spin. But how the pets are safely on the other side of the bedroom door. Now it’s just us. Heheh)

After the shirts came off now it’s a take the clothes off game! Id have basketball shorts on. Easy for you to slip them off my body! I’d start to tug and pull your sweat pants off of you. Finally we’re down to just our underwear. We’d be on the floor at this point. Wrestling but really just kissing, cuddling, and rolling around with each other. Finally I’d take your undies off and not long after you’d slip mine down. Now we’re just naked and together. We’d take a min to catch our breaths. We’d hop in bed. And just cuddle. Nothing bad. Just you and me. Enjoying each other!

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Now.. I’m normally the bad one anyways.. so. Let’s just say.. it did go sexual. Then. Right at the end of the above post. After we catch our breath. You’d hop on top of me.. but we’re naked now. I’d give you my innocent look as you give me your evil one 🥺😈 hehe. You’d rub your self against me.. on top of me.. hehe I’d be holding your waist. Moving my hands up. You’d lean down for kisses. Things would heat up. I’d grab you and lay you on your back. Kissing up your tummy to your chest 🙈 then. Now. Unless you explicitly kept this train goin imma let the rest be for imagination! Anyways. It may be obvious but I wanted to not only confirm I’d want everything you said. But! Being attentive and showing that your seen but capitalizing on your story and making it more in depth! With my own spin! Enjoy princess! I really.. really.. enjoyed what you said.. you’ve got daddy feeling so many things 🙈💘 but don’t be upset about any of that! Just! You’re amazing! Sexy! Perfect! You’re story made me smile ear to ear. And the fun stuff. 😳 even more so hehe!

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jamrrchase · 14 days ago

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You a fuckin' legend for pushing through a mistake like that, though. I would’ve ran my ass so fast out that room if I was you, there would’ve been a Ja’Marr-sized hole in the damn wall. Also, since that was at a basketball game and not a football game, there could be a chance the NFL hasn’t written you all the way off the way the NBA probably has, but I dunno. Think I’d rather see ya out there in those black and white stripes doing the coin toss. Just imagining it has me laughing my ass off, if I’m being honest. You and whoever else are welcome to come cheer me on anytime you please, but we only got four more games left of this season, so if you don’t make it to one of those, you likely gon' be waiting around 'til next September to come out to one seeing as we’re likely not making the playoffs this year.

They won't ever invite my British arse to sing your national anthem again after forgetting the words half a decade ago, @jamrrchase, but I'd love to find a way to make it out to a Bengals game in any other capacity. Maybe I could do the coin toss? Don a referee outfit and pretend to know what the hell I'm calling when I call a foul? Or, shockingly, just to be an observer? Might have to find a way to convince Ari or Jon to come with me, since they're my usual sporting event dates, but I'd love to come cheer you on. How's your season been going so far?

#( chat — cynthia. )

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catherinnn · 3 years ago

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Defending you

just a cute fluffy friends to lovers with Eddie.

where Eddie fights Jason when he lies about you two and you have to clean him up after.

warnings: cursing, physical fights, sexual tension maybe?? kissing and some mentions of blood.

You were a cheerleader in Hawking’s High, you had a lot of friends, which sometimes ended up being a problem. you were obviously friends with the other cheerleaders which meant that you ended up being friends with the basketball team too. But before you became a cheerleader you had other friends, and inside that friend group was Eddie Munson, you had met in kindergarten and became friends.

Your friendship now wasn’t the same as it was before though, you didn’t hang out like you used to. With Eddie’s Hellfire Club, doing campaigns and with your practices in the cheerleading team and school, you didn’t see each other often, only if you had the same class.

This brought you problems because your two friend groups were completely different and ― may I add― they hated each other, especially Jason and Eddie.

An example of this happened today, at lunch break…

Eddie was sitting at his usual table with the rest of the hellfire club when the basketball team entered the room.

“Hey, Munson!” Jason yelled at him, Eddie looked around him playfully and pointed at himself acting as he didn’t believe Jason was referring to him, “yes, I’m talking to you freak!”

“To what do I owe the pleasure of talking to you? If I may ask” he asked sarcastically. lunch just got fun, he thought to himself.

“I heard you were offering that shit you sell to some of the boys in my team and the cheerleaders, and I want you to stop even talking to them, just in case you want them to join your satanic club” Jason responded to him. At this point everyone inside the dining room was listening carefully to the scene.

“Sorry, we don’t allow people who enjoy tossing balls into laundry baskets in the club” Eddie said while climbing on top of the table, walked to the other end of it and jumped down to be in front of Jason.

“As if we want to play your demoniac game” Jason said proudly.

“Your mommy doesn’t let you play? Don’t be ashamed, just tell me” Eddie responded giving him a pitiful look.

“Don’t act smart, freak, as if this wasn’t your third time trying to pass the same fucking class” Jason was getting angry and it showed, this only made Eddie smirk harder.

“I didn’t try to sell your friends anything, they came to me asking for the prices and I just told them” Eddie changed the subject responding to the first question.

“My friends wouldn’t consume that shit you take, don’t try to blame it on them” he seemed offended by his response, he walked closer to Eddie, he really was getting angry.

“Sure, whatever lets you sleep at night, blondie” Eddie mocked him.

“The only one I’d believe that she was really asking you would be Y/n, but that’s because you’ve already possessed her with your satanic tactics, didn’t you freak?”

“You have an amazing imagination Jason, you’d be great at D&D. You’d have to play by yourself though because I’d rather kill myself than to have anything to do with you. Are we done here?”

“I’m not imagining anything, I think you’ve possessed Y/n and now use her as you wish, don’t you? Because that’s the only explanation of why she even looks at you, isn’t it?”

Jason was just messing with him at this point, he didn’t believe that but it seemed to have had an effect on Eddie, who had gotten red and clenched his fists by the mentioning of Y/n in their conversation.

“Get lost Jason” Eddie was visibly angry at this point, everyone watching carefully so they didn’t miss anything.

“Oh, did that hurt you freak? Does it hurt to see Y/n sitting with us every day?”

“Shut the fuck up”

“What if I told you I’ve already fucked her?”

“That’s it—“ Eddie punched Jason on the face.

Everyone in the room got up and started to yell, some encouraging Eddie, some encouraging Jason, and others just watching what happened next.

Some of the boys in the basketball team went straight to Eddie but Jason stopped them, he wanted to be the one to punch back.

And so he did.

Some of the boys in the hellfire club started to try and fight the basketball team while Eddie and Jason kept on fighting.

The cheerleaders had just finished practice and they went running to the cafeteria to get some food as they were all starving. But as they walked there, they heard all the yelling coming from there.

When they walked in, they saw that there was a circle of people in the middle of the room, all watching something and yelling at it.

When you approach there to see what happened, everyone in the circle let you in with no problem, watching your reaction as if you were the show.

“What the fuck is happening here?! Hey! Stop it!” you yelled at Eddie and Jason.

Eddie gave you a surprised look as he stopped the punches to Jason. He looked at you as if he had just got caught –in a way, he did.

“Oh look, your little crush is finally here!” Jason laughed at Eddie, “Why don’t you ask her about the fun we had together the other night?”

You frowned at Jason’s comment.

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” Eddie looked at Jason again and they began to fight all over again.

Apparently, someone had gone to one of the teachers and told her what was happening in the cafeteria, because just as they started to fight again, she stepped in and stopped them.

Now, you and Chrissy were waiting outside the director’s office where Jason and Eddie were.

After half an hour, they finally got out.

“Hi” Eddie greeted you with a smile as if nothing happened while Chrissy talked to Jason a few feet away from them.

“Yeah, hi” you said angrily “can you please- just tell me what the hell happened”

“Munson! Carver!” the director came out of his office with two boxes in his hands “Here’s two first-aid kits, go clean yourselves! And think about what I told you!”

You followed Eddie to the bathroom in the first floor while Jason and Chrissy went to the bathroom on another floor, the two boys gave bad looks at each other as they walked away.

Once in the bathroom, Eddie sat on the counter and you opened the kit to clean his wounds, you seemed pissed off.

“Are you angry at me?” He asked carefully.

“I still don’t know what happened” you stood in between his legs and moved his hair out of his face to start cleaning him up.

“He came up to me while I was eating and started blaming me for selling weed to his friends” he started but stopped when the cotton with something that burns came in touch with his forehead and he cringed.

“Don’t move” you told him.

“Sorry, well, I don’t know, he started insulting me, calling me dumb and a freak, and I insulted back when he started to talk about you”

He stopped again and you looked at him.

“What did he say?” you asked and changed to another cotton.

“He said something about how I must have possessed you because that’s the only way you’d even talk to me”

You rolled your eyes and frowned “He’s so stupid”

Eddie kept quiet for a few seconds and then he continued.

“He also said something about you two”

You stopped.

“What?”

“Something about how you two had fucked before” he talked with no emotion in his face or in his voice.

“What?!” you asked again “You- that’s not true”

“Isn’t it?” he sounded as if he didn’t believe you.

“Of course not! He keeps flirting with me and tries to make a move but I always cut him off” you cringed, “I’d never be with someone like him, plus, Chrissy has such a crush on him, they’ve hooked up before but he doesn’t want anything serious, Lily says It’s because he’s trying to fuck a few more cheerleaders before settling down, I’m starting to believe her, really”

Eddie laughed and you kept cleaning his face.

“You still didn’t tell me why you were fighting though” you reminded him.

“Well- I- it just pissed me off listening to him talk about you –about us like that” he admitted.

“Oh, have you possessed me? Sir monster?” you joked.

“Maybe I did” he said as he pulled you closer by your waist. You stopped cleaning him as you looked at him expectantly.

“Why did you stop?” he whispered, you were so close to each other that you heard him just fine, “I’m injured, I need assistance”

“And who’s fault is that?” you asked as you began to rub the cotton on his cheek where he had some blood.

“Yeah I know, I know” he kept whispering, you didn’t know how to feel about that, it made it all so intimate. It wasn’t that you didn’t like, that was the problem, you liked it a little too much. “But I think it was kind of worth it if now I have a pretty nurse taking care of me”

You laughed, you didn’t know how to respond to his flirty comments, and those happened pretty often.

You started to clean a wound on his bottom lip and he hissed.

“Oh sorry, did that hurt?” you played dumb as you blow some air on his lip. only to stop the burning, right?

Your lips were so close to each other.

Eddie looked at your lips as you looked at his.

“Better?” you asked, not moving away, not even thinking of moving away.

“Try again” he whispered. And you did, even closer this time, your lips were slightly touching. And he kissed you.

Not even caring about the wound on his lip, he kissed you not even caring about anything else except you.

You put your hands on his neck and on his hair. oh my god, his hair.

You kept kissing for a while until you broke apart.

“Ouch” he just said, you laughed, still in the same position, your hands in his hair and him holding you by your waist.

“Oh shit, It’s bleeding again” you started to clean his lip again and he smirked.

After you cleaned all the wounds on his face you realised that you still had to go to class, and he did too. He tried to make you skip it but you had already missed an hour of it and you really cared about that subject.

“Alright fine, you can go” he said giving up, “but I’ll come and find you so I can keep possessing you or some of that shit after school”

“Oh no, the big bad monster won’t leave me alone!”

You started to grab your things so you could go and he spoke up again.

“Hey um- thank you for, you know, everything”

You shook your head slowly with a little smile.

“No really, you’re amazing, you know that. Right?”

“Thank you for defending me, I guess”

“Any time gorgeous” he walked away after kissing your cheek.

How the fuck where you going to concentrate now?

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 2 years ago

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jason or nash fluff, smut, angst idc i just need somethin ab them please!!!

It’s midday when Jason returns home from practice. He hangs his jersey up, places his sneakers on the cubicle you made for them, with the label “Jason” underneath surrounded by two lopsided hearts (that was what stopped him tossing his shoes haphazardly like he used to do), and pokes his head into the living room.

Headphones on, eyes fixed on the video game before you, you haven’t yet noticed his return.

So he tiptoes (almost 7ft Jason tiptoeing!) over to you, leans down, and whisper-shouts "boo" as his hands clamp down on your shoulders.

You jump but it’s only slight.

There’s an amused disdain in your tone when you reply, “fuck you too, J.”

“Did you miss me?” He snakes his arms around your chest, rests his head on yours.

“No.”

It takes another twenty seconds, but eventually “level finished” flashes on the screen. You pull off the headphones and turn around to face him.

“Alright, I missed you. But only a bit.”

“Don’t be coy. I bet you were crying the whole time ‘cause you missed me so much.”

Jason Silver, feared by streetballers across the country, and yet here he is sounding like an middle schooler, thanks to the way you smile.

“You’ve got me there,” you chuckle, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, “in fact, I’m dehydrated now from all those tears I spilled.”

Jason Silver, the T-Rex, and yet a word and a touch from you sets him off grinning from ear to ear uncontrollably.

“We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” he purrs letting his hands drop a little lower, though the stupid grin ruins the attempt at being sultry.

You nudge him away, and switch off the video game. “There’s a new smoothie place downtown. Wanna go check it out with me?”

Not really is his first thought. His whole body is sore from a week filled with basketball matches, topped off by the especially rigorous practice this morning. He’s not a smoothie guy either. Sports drinks are his thing - even water he only drinks when Nash has been nagging at him. Plus, he’s walked past the café you’re talking about; the walls are all painted pastel shades, and every table is decorated with a mini teddy bear holding a bouquet of paper roses. It’s exactly the type of cafe that he’d be mortified to be seen in. Imagine if one of his teammates walked past and saw him inside! And, even if that didn’t happen, going out requires a shower and a change of clothes, and he’s too far tired to do either of those things. (Well, unless the shower is with you.)

You.

He starts thinking of the way you intertwine your arm with his when the two of you are out together. He thinks of how you offer him a spoonful of your meal at restaurants. He thinks of how you smile at cafés as you play your favourite game with him, making up life stories for the strangers walking past. How you giggled when he tried to convince you some harmless grandma was wanted for GBH. He thinks of how you’ll shake your finger at him and mock seriously say “no PDA, Mr. Silver”, and then steal a kiss when he’s not looking. How those kisses make him giddy: butterfly-stomach, hearts-in-eyes, schoolboy-crush giddy.

And, in the course of all these thoughts, he finds himself agreeing to go with you, just let him take a quick shower.

Had it been anyone else asking? Fuck ‘em.

But, because it’s you? Always.

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years ago

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A Little Tipsy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 15

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Kink: Body Shots

Words: 1.4k

Summary: You and Steve hold a party for halloween and people start doing body shots which leads to you and Steve starting a party of your own.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, slight dirty talk, nipple play, teasing), costumes, set in the 1990s, hella fluff

a/n: This is day 15! I hope you enjoy this fic! Also this is what I imagined your costume to look like (pic)

Banner by @vase-of-lilies

You smiled at Steve across the kitchen as you sipped on your gin and tonic and you bit your lip as he winked at you and smiled. You shot him a wink back as you leaned against the counter watching him as he talked with some guys from the basketball team. He had thrown a party for halloween that was tonight and it was for the college kids from the college, you and Steve were going to. You were dressed in a Ghostface costume from the new “Scream” movie and when Steve saw you in that costume, he almost busted a nut in his jeans. He was dressed as a genderbent Sydney Prescott since you two decided to wear costumes from the movie but didn’t want to wear the gender conformity costumes. (Thank Eddie for that mind set) So you were the murder and he was your victim.

You smirked at him from across the kitchen and then people started chanting, “Body shots! Body shots!” You rolled your eyes playfully as Steve smirked at you before following the crowd to the dining room. You followed and saw a girl on the table with her shirt pulled up while some guy did a shot out of her belly button. Steve smirked at you as the woman got off the table and he pulled you over before he hopped onto the table.

“Come on, sweetheart. Take a shot.” Steve winked as someone handed you salt, a lime slice, and a shot glass full of tequila. You chuckled at him and pushed up his shirt as you pulled up your mask and licked up his belly and poured some salt down before putting the glass on his navel and the lime in his mouth. You locked eyes with Steve before leaning down and licking up the salt trail and grabbed the glass in your mouth and downed the shot before pulling the glass away and taking the lime from his lips with a kiss. You chewed on the lime before spitting it out and kissing him passionately before pulling away and pulling your mask back down.

“That was fun, wanna do one off me?” You suggested and he smirked before helping you onto the table, like the gentleman he was, and you sat on the table and Steve grabbed a shot glass and had it pressed between your breasts. He sprinkled salt along the top of your breast, it sticking from the perspiration on your skin. He smirked down at you before slipping the lime between your lips after lifting your mask and he licked up the salt line on your breast then he nuzzled into your breasts, taking the shot glass out of your cleavage and he downed the liquor. He kissed you deeply, taking the lime from your lips then spitting it out before kissing you passionately, making you moan softly against his lips.

His arms wrapped around your waist and held you closer to him before he picked you up. He was quick to carry you upstairs with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass as the party cheered you two off. He carried you to his room and he kicked the door open and gently tossed you on the bed, making you giggle and he smirked before setting the glass and bottle on the table next to the bed. You bit your lip as he walked over to the bed after stripping off his jacket and you pulled your mask off.

“You’re so pretty, babygirl. I love this little outfit on you.” He whispered as he kissed your neck softly making you giggle as his lips tickled your skin.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Stevie.” You smiled and he smirked before laying you back on the bed and he grabbed the shot glass off the table and the bottle. He pulled down your top helping you out of the long sleeves and your breasts popped out of the top of the dress. He growled at the sight and he leaned down to kiss on the tops of your breasts and sucked on your nipples softly, making you moan softly and you tangled your fingers through his hair.

You pulled his head closer to your chest as your moans got louder before biting your lip. He pulled away to grab the bottle of tequila and he poured some into the shot glass and placed it between your breasts making you shiver at the cold glass. He smirked down at you and he licked up your chest before taking the glass into his mouth and downing it. You bit your lip at the sight as you clenched your thighs.

“Don’t be a tease, Stevie. You know I want you.” You purred, making Steve smirk and he moved back to sit on his knees. He pulled your legs up around his waist and he spread your legs to gaze upon your black lace thong, making him groan.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. Look at that. You’re so beautiful.” He whispered to you as he leaned down and kissed your lips softly as his hands slowly pulled off your panties. He moved his hands back up to trace your folds softly and rub your clit, making you moan out his name against his lips.

“Come on, handsome. I want your cock in me.” You whined softly and he smirked wider before he pulled away and he unzipped his jeans before pulling out his hard and leaking cock. You reached down to stroke his cock softly, making him groan and buck his hips into your palm.

He leaned over you as he lined himself up to your entrance and slowly pushed into you. You cried out softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. He slowly bottomed out in your pussy, making him growl softly. He kissed your lips softly and slowly as he moved in and out of your pussy with ease. He cupped your face in his large palms as he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. You smiled up at him as you moaned softly and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you against his chest. He smiled down at you and kissed your head softly as his hips moved faster in and out of your soaked pussy.

“O-oh, Stevie, y-you feel so good.” You whispered as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“You like that? You like my cock? You like it deep in your tight cunt?” He asked with a smirk as he rubbed your clit softly before giving your bud a spank.

You cried out softly, “I-I do. Y-you f-feel so good.” You moaned softly as you nuzzled into his neck and he started moving faster.

“You’re close. I know you are, babygirl. I want you to cum for me.” He whispered as he kissed your head softly. He rubbed your clit harder as he nuzzled into your neck and he kissed and nibbled on your skin softly.

“M’gonna cum.” You whimpered as your thighs started to shake and you came hard on his cock. He held you close to his chest before he thrusted deep into you and came with a shudder and a growl of your name. He panted against your neck as his spend painted your walls making you moan as his warm cum filled you up.

You two slumped against each other as you two came down from your high and he slowly pulled out of you and rolled to the side. You sighed with a smile as you sat up and stripped off the rest of your costume and got up and grabbed a pair of panties and one of Steve’s shirts. He smirked as he watched you get dressed and he stripped off his clothes till he was just in his boxers.

You smiled at him as you crawled back into bed and he held you close to his chest. “That was amazing, sweetheart.” Steve whispered as he rubbed your sides softly.

“It really was, you always know how to make me feel good, Stevie.” You smiled as you ran a hand through his soft hair, making him groan softly and leaning into your hand. “I think it’s time to take a nap.” You giggled as you yawned but Steve sighed.

“First, I have to end the party so we don’t have a bunch of college kids passed out in the house.” He sighed before he stood up and stretched his back before pulling back on his jeans. “I’ll be back.”

You sighed as you pulled up the sheets. “Be quick.” You whispered and he nodded before he walked downstairs ready to end the party and cuddle with you all night till the sun came up.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x fem reader #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction #2022 kinktober #kinktober

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