#it's not my fucking fault they can't adhere to a schedule why do i have to take the verbal abuse????

[itstimeforstarwars]

I used to think semi drivers were the most annoying people on earth but now I know that actually the people who run the truck companies are much more fucking annoying than any of the individual truckers.

[maybege]

Ok for the smutty fic prompts! 118 + 153, with Ex con! Paz? cause you made me yearn for this man🥺

Heat Waves - Part 2

Summary: The heat wave continues and so does yours and Paz’s situation-ship.

Pairing: neighbour!ex con!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, fingering (f receiving), size kink, oral fixation, slight choking, dirty talk, degradation, comeplay, unprotected sex, just lots of filth,

Prompts: #118 “If you can't sleep … how about we have sex?” + #153 “You have no idea how much I want you.”

It’s been weeks since I touched anything fanfiction related but this was a fun distraction for tonight. I hope you are all doing well and enjoy this piece! Please please please let me know what you thought in a comment or a reblog ❤️ all the love, may (also tagging what I think is your new account? @lillefersken)

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

The heat just would not stop.

At this point you were sure no one could expect anyone to function properly when the city and the entire coast had been bathed in tropical temperatures for almost two weeks now- You hated it. It did not feel like you could rest properly, like you could sleep, like you could breathe. And even the occasional cold shower only made you feel worse.

A quick look on your phone told you it was three am. And the party in one of the apartments a few floors down made no sign of stopping. You groaned in frustration, debating whether it would be best to close the windows and get some much-needed quiet or leave them open and not get boiled alive.

The worst thing was that you weren’t even sure if the open windows were helping. Air circulation, you had read somewhere, was your best friend when it came to heat waves like these. But for that to work the air needed to move and by now you were convinced that that hadn’t happened in the last 72 hours.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Were you too old to start crying from sleep deprivation and frustration?

No, your brain decided and you clenched your jaw, willing yourself to just keep it together.

Tomorrow is a brand new day, just take a deep breath. Tomorrow is a brand new –

“C’mon Dreks, give the girl a kiss!”

Stars fucking damnit would they never shut up?

You could hear a window creak. “For fuck’s sake people are trying to sleep!” someone shouted and you smiled when you immediately recognized the voice, “It’s three in the fucking morning, tone it fucking down!”

Silence.

You breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back into your pillow and making the mental note to thank Paz tomorrow. That would offer you the perfect opportunity to maybe drop by and bring him a coffee or maybe a self-made sandwich? You smiled into the pillow at the thought of spending time with him again.

After the rather spontaneous … night that had resulted from him offering (and actually) fixing your sink, you had barely seen him through no fault of your own – or his for that matter. With Paz getting the night shift at the construction site and you busy working at the bistro and chasing after all the tips you could get to finally sign up for that writing course, your schedules simply … hadn’t aligned.

But now that he had managed to silence that torturous music? Now that certainly justified a visit.

A bout of laughter rang through the streets and then the music continued. Your pillow drowned the frustrated scream that you let out.

Your phone lit up on your nightstand and you gave up the pretence that you would find some sleep tonight.

Paz: Remind me again why I should adhere to my parole?

You smiled, your fingers already flying over the screen.

You: Because I don’t want you to leave me alone with these idiots when they arrest you?

Paz: I wouldn’t let their bodies be found.

You laughed, convinced that you had never felt as happy as when you saw the three little dots still moving on the screen.

Paz: If you can't sleep … how about we have sex?

You stopped laughing, your breath catching in your throat at how forward he was. But not in a bad way. Not in the way Dreks had been forward with you – too forward – but in a way that you wished he had been the last time he had been in your bed.

Another ping, another message.

Paz: I promise I will take you out for dinner tomorrow. As a date.

Now that sealed the deal.

You: Save the date for when I can bear going outside and come over.

Someone stumbled on the other side of the wall and you could hear him curse. You snorted, blindly reaching for the little light on your nightstand and switching it on. You could hear his door creak before it fell closed again and only a second later, a knock sounded on your door.

You jumped up, not caring to put anything on. It would only be taken off anyway. Besides, it was way too hot.

So, when you opened the door at 2 am in the morning, you knew it would be Paz Vizsla on the other side of it and you would greet him in the nude. Which was something he clearly had not expected.

He looked out of breath, as if he had just finished a marathon, and his chest was glistening with tattoos. Even with him wearing only his boxers, he looked absolutely massive in your doorframe, the black ink that snuck its way up his arm and across his shoulder tempting you to trace the lines with your mouth.

It was only then that you realized the silence between you had stretched on quite a bit and you were still standing in the doorway, grinning at each other like little school kids. You cleared your throat, shifting the weight on your feet.

“Hi,” he breathed.

“Hello,” you smiled back.

And then he was on you, his hands cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. He was so close and so warm and you were surprised how easy it was to bear the heat of his touch when it was him that was kissing you, him that was crowding you through the darkness towards your bed.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he murmured against your lips, “You were all I thought about this week.”

“Promise me you’ll fuck me tonight,” you gasped, “Please, I – after last time, I just –“

“You just what?” he grinned, peppering kisses down your neck. His large hands wandered to your middle, brushing over the skin of your hip down to your ass before cupping the soft flesh in his palms. “You just want to be properly fucked?”

You nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and you could feel the stubble against your cheeks but it did not bother you, if anything, you just wanted more of him. You wanted to feel him on you, inside you, curled around you. You just wanted Paz.

The back of your knees hit the mattress and you squeaked, tightening your arms around his neck in order not to fall. Kisses turned into laughter turned into breathless gasps turned into hands running down your side.

“Lay down for me, love,” he whispered against you and you did, his hands making sure you didn’t fall, his body following yours like waves lapping at the shore. The pet name sent shivers down your spine and he was so close now, his nose brushing against yours and you swore you had never seen eyes as intense as his.

“This way,” he ordered gently, his hands guiding you to turn around until you were flat on your belly. Your breath rushed out of your lungs as you felt him spread your legs apart. His hands alone felt massive and you remembered just how giant he had felt in your hand. Stars, you could not wait to feel him.

The sheets felt cool against your skin for a heavenly second before you were distracted by Paz’s hands between your legs. One finger pushed inside you and you arched your back, trying to get him to understand how ready you were.

“Shit you’re so hot,” he murmured, thick fingers rubbing over your folds again and you gasped, “And so wet. Tell me, little one, is that all for me? Is that pussy all wet for me?”

“Yes,” you nodded, your cheek sticking to the pillowcase, “Paz, please, I –“

“You what?”

“I want more,” you whined, shuffling your legs wider apart, “Paz, I’m so ready, please …”

He hushed you by adding another thick finger and pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade. You could feel him hard against your butt, leaking precome onto your skin and it drove you crazy, knowing how close he was, knowing you still needed time but you just … you did not want to wait. 

Paz carefully crooked his fingers inside you, his thumb circling your clit in the process. “We both know how big I am,” he reminded you teasingly and, as if to prove his point, pressed his cock against your hips, “We need to prep you, love.”

“Don’t wanna wait though,” you pouted, a moan leaving you when he scissored his fingers, your walls clenching around him, “Waited for so long.”

The big man chuckled against you, the depth of his voice only churning the fire inside you. “I know, sweetheart, I know how badly you need to be fucked. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you assured him, lifting your hips and pushing them back against his fingers, your thighs clenching when they massaged that spot in you that made you feel like you were floating.

“You want to know what I thought about?” he asked you innocently, his breath washing against your ear and you shivered. His fingers left you and you were so close to protesting when you felt them come back, now three fingers slowly stretching your entrance.

“I imagined what it would be like to fuck my come into you,” he revealed lowly, kissing your cheek, “Only used the hand that had been inside you to jerk off, too, tried to remember how fucking tight you were for me.”

Oh by all that was holy how could one man be so hot?

Paz grunted and the mattress shifted as he straddled you from behind. His chest was against your back, the heat of him almost unbearable when paired with the unrelenting temperatures of the night.

This was it.

“Go slow, please,” you asked, suddenly feeling a little shy, “You’re so big.”

Paz hummed, his big hands immediately slowing down, smoothing over your sides before you felt him against your entrance. “I will go slow, I promise,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder blade softly, “You tell me, when it’s too much, yeah?” he asked, already sounding a little breathless and you nodded, turning your face to rest on your folded hands.

You only had the memory of him in your hand, the size of him, the girth of him. Paz Vizsla was packing and you had no idea how you would be able to take him. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see him move, see his chest heave with his breaths and see his arms move as he ran his hands over your back.

You breathed out, focusing on the feeling of him running his tip through your folds, circling your clit before ever so slightly pushing into you. It drove you crazy and you tried to spread your legs even more, trying to show him that it was okay, that you could take him, that you –

“Someone seems to get impatient.”

He pulled out again, chuckling when you lifted your hips to follow him. You could feel your wetness drip onto the sheets but his strong thighs had caged in yours and all it did was make him push you down again with a chuckle. It should not have turned you on how easy that had been for him.

You gasped when he pushed inside you again, this time a little deeper, though as soon as his tip was inside you, he pulled out again.

“Fuck,” you cursed, wrapping your arms around your pillow, and muffling your moan.

His hand came down next to your face, holding him up and seeing the tattoos on his knuckles made you want to bite into yours.

“Never had a big cock like mine, did you?”

“N-no, you’re so big,” you mumbled, wiggling your hips to get him inside you again.

The growl he let out was otherworldly and your breath hitched when his other hand came down on the back of your neck, pushing you into the sheets. “Is this okay?” he checked in, his cock pushing inside you, stretching you more than anyone ever had.

“Yes,” you breathed, relaxing into the bed.

“Good girl.”

Feeling you relax seemed to have been the magic unspoken words he had been waiting for because as soon as his hips started moving, they did not stop. It was rough and fast and so precise you wondered just how he was able to read your body like it had been his all along. His hand on your neck slightly pushed you into the pillow, his thumb stroking over the nape of your neck lovingly while his cock stretched your walls.

You tightened around him, your cheeks burning when you heard the squelching sounds from behind you. You had never been this wet without help and yet here you were, being fucked within an inch of your life by the giant man next door who had occupied your dreams for as long as he had lived here. Your pussy clenched around him, trying to keep him inside you and you could hear him curse under his breath.

Paz changed the rhythm, then, going for slow and deep strokes that made your eyes roll back. He shifted his weight and his hand left your neck and instead found both of yours, holding them down next to your head. His mouth was by your ear and you whined, feeling completely overpowered by him in the best way. He could do whatever he wanted with you, you just wanted to feel him inside you for as long as possible.

“You look so good like this,” he rumbled, “You – actually you look a little cockdumb for me,” he added before kissing you softly. “Is it okay if I call you that?” he asked, his hips slapping against your ass, “Is it okay if I call you just a little cockdumb for me?”

You could not form any words, too far gone on his cock to care. “Uh-huh,” you agreed, your eyes zeroing in on his hand right next to your face and before you knew it, you had leant forward, slipping your lips around his thumb and sucking on the thick digit. Paz groaned loudly, his hips stuttering before he caught himself, stilling inside you.

“Stars woman,” he ground into you, “You just want me to come in this pussy, don’t you?”

He pushed his cock into you slowly, grounding into you which in turn caused some of the folds of your bunched-up bedding to catch on your clit and –

You moaned around his finger, drool escaping onto the pillow but you did not care. You felt messy and wet and hot but all you wanted was for him to continue just like this. With his fat cock in your pussy and the unfamiliar but certainly not unwelcome stimulation on your folds, you felt like you were right on the edge.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised you, “prettiest fucking pussy I’m ever gonna fill up, sweetheart, you hear that? I’m gonna fill you up so good you don’t want anybody else ever again.”

The idea of him coming inside you, filling you up with the load that had filled the entirety of your palm the last time … it made your walls flutter.

“Gonna come inside you,” he repeated against the back of your neck, his body slick against yours and you did your best to nod, your mouth open from silent gasps and moans at the places he hit so deep inside you, you were convinced you never could to be with anyone else.

His body was a furnace behind and over you, his hips slamming against the flesh of your ass again and again and the salt on his skin making you feel intoxicated.

“Say it,” he rumbled, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear and pushing his cock deeper, “Beg me to come inside this sweet pussy. I know how bad you need it.”

“Please come inside me,” you gasped out, “F-fuck, please, Paz, p-please come inside me. I’m so close, I just want to feel your come inside me, p-please.”

The thumb you just had in your mouth, hooked into the corner of your mouth, forcing your mouth open. “I want to hear you when you come on my cock,” he growled, “C’mon, sweetheart, be loud for me.”

And you were. Your legs were trembling, your muscles tensing and it felt like your soul had left your body as you moaned into the thick summer air, coming around his cock while he was still fucking you. His body was heavy on yours, keeping you grounded and leaving no chance of escape as he fucked you through your orgasm like he had just waited to show you how could he could make you feel even when your brain seemed unable to process anything that was going on.

“Good girl,” he praised you, “Go on, clench around me, love, make me come.”

Not shortly after, Paz came inside you. And he came a lot. So much, in fact, that you could feel the pressure that came with lying on your belly and as soon as he pulled out (both of you wincing at the loss of contact), his come already trickled out of your pussy.

“Shit it’s dripping out of you,” he cursed, still sitting behind you and you gasped when his fingers pushed it right back inside you, “We don’t want that, do we?”

You giggled, shaking your head as you slowly rolled onto your back. “No, we really don’t want that.”

In the warm light of the streetlamps that flooded up from the streets, you could see a wide smile on his glistening face, his eyes roaming over your face and body to make sure you were okay. He looked shy almost. As if he hadn’t just given you the best orgasm of your life.

Paz leant down from where he had perched his head on his elbow. His lips pressed against your temple, his nose running along your hairline. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered, “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling perfect,” you corrected him with a tired smile, “I feel like I am a cloud.”

He laughed at that, deep and genuine and so fucking perfect it made your heart clench. “Would you like something to drink then?” he asked, his hand running over your thigh.

“Yes please,” you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath, “There’s some water in the fridge. I, uh, I think I’m gonna freshen up a bit.”

Paz sat up, swinging his legs over the end of the bed. The street lights illuminated his face as he looked at you and you could see the soft lines on his face. “Are you suggesting a midnight shower, sweetheart?” he teased you, shrugging on his boxers, “I could join you.”

You opened your mouth, ready to invite him for another round under the deliciously cool water when another voice pulled you out of your bubble.

“Are you two finished already?”

Paz chuckled, pressing a kiss against your temple before turning his face towards the open window.

“Fuck off!” he shouted, his voice turning into a mumble as he continued to drop kisses down the side of your face until he reached your neck, “I’m busy.”