#song: it's only sex - car seat headrest

[sugarcubeindulgent]

I desire josh x male reader so bad I love how you’ve characterized Bill and Pete so far

it's only sex | josh levy x m!reader

synopsis. another explosive fight between josh and bill leaves the club picking sides. you go with the side you always do and what results has never happened before.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ contents. established relationship. internalized homophobia. swearing. angst if you squint. comfort. suggestive content. homophobic language.

a/n: i need that fat man, thank you and thank you for the request anon! ^^

Rain patters against everything its salty-wetness can touch. You grimace a bit at the sensation of the water soaking through your sneakers and licking up the hems of your pant legs. A deep frown is etched into your face as you walk down the pathway to the small and cozy home, a near replica of the rest along the block. Beneath the safety of the porch, you close the black umbrella and shove off the hood of the ridiculous big jacket your mom made you wear before you left the house. Ringing the doorbell once so you aren’t cussed out the moment the door opens, you wait a bit impatiently as the winds blowing droplets nip at any exposed skin.

When the door does open, you look up with a smile at the heavyset woman who seems relieved when she recognizes you, a smile spreading on her round and flawless face. But then she frowns and you already know what she’s going to say as she moves aside and ushers for you to come inside.

“It’s colder than the Arctic out there! What’re you doing walking in this rain? Are you trying to catch your death!”,Mrs.Levy scolds, already rubbing her manicured hands along your face with a deep frown. You scrunch up your face under her attempts to warm up your icy face with her cold hands that smell like artificial cucumbers. “Puh-lease, sweetheart, if you catch your death, who’s gonna calm down my Joshie? Love him to death but when he gets like this–” And she finally pulls her hands away with a heavy scoff and toss up of her french-manicured hands.

Smiling at her, always happy beneath her overbearing attitude, you nod and laugh lightly. “Right, sorry, Mrs.Levy. My mom’s working and my dad’s at his poker game.”,you apologize as you tug off your jacket and straighten up your hoodie and shirt beneath it when she takes the puffy jacket from you. You wipe at your face when she hangs it up to try and get rid of that feminine, artificial cucumber scent. Quickly, you drop your hands when she looks back at you. “Where is he anyway?”

“Oh, you know.” She rolls her eyes and steps forward in the entryway. “In his room playing one ‘a his Mario Bandicoot’s or something. Good luck! I’ll make you boys something to eat – I mean you might blow away in the wind if I don’t!,she exclaims with a swat to your shoulder. And she gives you a nasally laugh you can’t help but find infectious.

Giving her a word of gratitude as she walks off to make a meal that’ll no doubt be able to feed an entire family, you make your way down the corridor you’re familiar enough with.

When you reach Josh’s door, you knock three times before his voice comes through. “Ma I don’t want any food!”,he shouts angrily amidst the noises of lasers and video game grunts. You bite back the fat joke on the tip of your tongue and simply decide to enter while silently snickering to yourself. You’d rather not have whatever controller is in his hands thrown like a fastball at your face.

“It’s not your mom. Though I probably smell like her now.”,you greet Josh, shutting the door. Both your voice and the click of the door makes him pause the game. Josh looks over his shoulder, sitting in front of the television in his clean and organized room cluttered with memorabilia, collectables, comics, and various other things that simply show off his interests. Immediately, his angry expression softens beneath his glasses but he angrily turns away with a sharp exhale. You roll your eyes and walk over. “I just walked a mile in the rain, you can give me a greeting, jackass.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”,replies Josh in a snappy way but he doesn’t protest or move away when you sit down next to him. You look at him, his ponytail a bit wet and his clothes the same from what you assume to be him storming into his mom’s car and off when he left Bill’s house. But his glasses are clean, low on his big nose wrinkling a bit in his deep scowl. “I’m not apologizing to that bastard. Or “compromising” like you and Jerry try to push constantly.” He mocks a girly voice in the word “compromising”.

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head and expel a sigh. “I’m not gonna say any of that.”,you say with annoyance at his anger. Though you’re unsure what you expected after the explosive fight he and Bill had. Josh seems relieved when you say this at least, you shake your head and shrug. “For once I think it’s not both of your faults. Bill was being a complete dickhead about the campaign.” Josh’s eyes snap to you and he fixes his frames on his nose with a sharp scoff.

“Exactly! What the fuck kind of person thinks the Winter season is better than a firey hellscape?”,shouts Josh so loudly you scoot away from him a bit. You swear you may go deaf the longer you stay friends with everyone in this damn club. Josh then drops his hands onto his heavy thighs that strain abit in his khaki pants with his legs criss-crossed. Breathing a bit unevenly at the shouting, he then tosses a hand away. “But you assholes wanted to compromise instead of telling Bill to kill himself! Ridiculous! Everyone’s always against me!”,he shouts again slamming his fists into his knees.

Simply letting him punch himself out in his anger for a moment, you hesitate before you look at him. “I’m not.” His eyebrows furrow tightly, his brown eyes sliding to you as you smile a bit in amusement. “Not this time at least.” Josh’s eyes flicker between your eyes then down to you smile, despite his slightly heavy breathing he smiles a bit and you continue. “Fuck Bill and fuck everything. Tomorrow during our meeting I’ll side with you and I’m sure Jerry will too.” You speak while you lean forward and grab a second controller from beneath the television unit.

When you sit back down and hold the main controller while handing the second one to Josh, he tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows at you with doubtful eyes. “Really? You know that jackass is just gonna start another fight.”,reasons Josh with an immediate dark scowl as he takes the remote from you.

You wet your lips before you grin. “Then we can tell him to go kill himself.” Immediately Josh laughs and smacks your shoulder.

“Yes! We can!” You laugh and you turn to the game he had been playing against the algorithm. Exiting out to the main menu, you hear Josh clear his throat and you turn to look at him while criss-crossing your legs. He’s looking at the T.V but he’s wearing a bit of an annoyed expression with some red dusting his cheeks. That familiar fluttering in your stomach you’ve been ignoring for the past few months returns. “Thanks. For taking my side. And for coming here.”,he says sincerely even if it sounds like he’s pulling teeth.

Smiling, you shove his knee with yours. “Don’t be such a fag.”,you laugh a bit more tense than you mean to,”Now let me wipe the floor with you.”

The pixel-y Streetfighter starts up and you feel the tense and angry, buzzing atmosphere that once took the room is gone with a lighter and competitive air. You think that’s why you’ve always liked Josh the most out of the group. Aside from reasons you refuse to acknowledge, despite his explosive personality he’s never that way with you unless provoked. Pete and Bill can be jackasses and Jerry is always too impartial; it makes it difficult to be around them. Josh is always so himself and it’s not always a bad thing.

You suddenly realize you’re getting distracted in your thoughts during the fourth round of playing. The food Mrs.Levy made for you and Josh half-eaten on plates on either side of you guys.

“Oh you’re done!”,exclaims Josh. And you straighten up, looking at your lowering health bar then to Josh, an idea sparks in your head. A grin splits across your lips and you don’t tear your eyes from the screen when your hand reaches out and slaps over Josh’s glasses lens’. “Hey! What the fuck! Cheater!”,he’s shouting but laughing between words.

When his heavy hand suddenly starts shoving at the side of your head, you laugh and sit up. “Hey! Not fair, your hand is the size of the screen!”,you shout while sitting up on your knees.

Josh���s health bar is lowering with your button-smashing hits while yours begins to steadily decline again. Laughter fills the room as you both try to shove the other’s face away from the screen. Josh’s hands smell of the sandwiches you two just had and you’re sure yours smell like the chips. Before either of you die, you suddenly smack away Josh’s remote. It glides across the shag carpet and you laugh while quickly mashing your buttons. “That’s a dirty move, dick!”,Josh yells and you move your remote as he tries to snatch it.

Just as his character is killed by yours, your elbow knocks into your empty glass that once held orange soda. Looking down, you swear softly. “Oh shit.” Then you feel Josh’s hand slip past the controller and it shoves your chest hard. With a grunt, your back hits the carpet and you feel Josh’s heavy presence above you. “Fuck!”,you swear hotly when the remote hits you in the face before it falls to the side. Scowling, your eyes look to Josh who is grinning as if he’s won. You laugh and rub your stinging forehead. “Why are you laughing? I still…”

Sat up, Josh positioned between your legs, you look to the screen he points at and you immediately go slack jawed. He paused the game before his character’s death. Your eyes snap to him and you laugh, punching him in the chest. “You’re such a pussy when it comes to losing, man!”,you say without shouting yet your voice is still loud.

Laughing, Josh punches you in the front of your shoulder. “And you always try to cheat! Don’t think I haven’t seen your card slips since Jerry taught you his fucking magic bullshit.”

You grin and lean forward with a raise of your eyebrows. “Prove it, butterball. I know what your trick dice look like.”,you challenge him in return. Josh scoffs hotly and yet his smile suddenly falls as he looks along your features then down at the position you’re both in. He’s positioned between your legs while sitting on his own behind him, you’re sat up and right in his face.

That uncomfortable feeling in your stomach returns when you realize the same thing. You blink and your lips part to say something, to make some joke involving the word “fag” or some variation of it but Josh is suddenly leaning forward. Unable to even internally light the fuse in your stomach before his mouth is on yours. The fuse lights and your shock runs for as long as it burns. You can feel how hot his face is in the closed mouth kiss that feels awkward at first. But then the firework goes off and you lean in.

Cupping his cheeks that burn your palms, you lean in and kiss him back. Josh immediately sighs through his nose and you feel the edge of his glasses press into your cheek when you pull him in harder. Inexperienced, knowing damn well that Josh is, you cautiously open your mouth. His sweaty and clammy hands grab your hips, the way his thumbs unintentionally touch the band of your boxers makes your body shudder. You suddenly feel his tongue, your tongue pushing into his mouth with each smacking of lips as you both tilt your head in alternating opposite directions.

Your face must be burning as hot as his, a hard-on starting to press painfully against the inside of your jeans as you explore the inside of his warm and wet mouth. You can taste what you had both just eaten along with his rootbeer of choice and something uniquely him. Josh suddenly moans against your mouth when you whine and you feel that firework suddenly drowned in water. Ice cold water that makes you pull away from Josh, your hands falling to grip the carpet behind you for support when his hands pull from your boxers waistband.

You’re both panting, Josh’s face as red as yours feels. Licking your lips, your wide eyes dart between his wide eyes behind his glasses slowly fading the fogginess beneath the lens. Your heart is pounding in your chest, stomach a mess of butterflies and veins feeling thickened with disgust in yourself and him. But your lips are tingling with the rest of your body, your head almost dizzy.

Josh is the first to pull away entirely, he chokes out a laugh and he scowls while shaking his head. “I’m not a–”

Quickly, you force a laugh and shake your head with a wave while you pull back to sit up on your ass. “No, no I mean I’m not–not a–” You’re unable to say the word. Fag. Faggot. You’ve said it more times than you’ve said your own name and you suddenly can’t say it? You blink hard and you shrug loosely, you’re unsure what to do – what to say. “Uh – my mom’s probably expecting me back home. I-just told her I’d be here to–”

“Yeah, yeah go ahead.”,Josh quickly sputters, fixing his glasses and looking away when you stand up.

You don’t even offer him a farewell when you leave his room. Your footsteps move quickly down the corridor as you wipe your mouth and let the spit gather in your mouth. Unable to even look at Mrs.Levy you leave the house with your coat in hand. The rain falls and hits you, soaking your hoodie and shirt until it catches your scalp and rolls down your face. Spitting on the sidewalk, you begin to hyperventilate.

A kiss. You kissed Josh. You kissed a guy. Your first kiss was Josh, who’s a guy.

Whatever. It isn’t as if he’s a real guy, maybe it could’ve been practice for the real thing. Like when you use a pillow or something. Your mind tries to rationalize what happened.

You still have to shower for two hours when you get home and another hour after your most shameful jerk-off session ever.

[lyricsiamgoingcrazy]

The other night I cried while thinking of having sex with you

Not out of desire or shame but some subconscious impulse to feel pain

I wiped my tears on my face and neck and the backs of my ears

And said, "Now it's sweat, now it's sweat, it's sweat now"

I can't tell you if I like it, I like it

What happens if I don't like it? I like you

I can't tell you if I like it, I like it

What happens if I don't like it? It's only-

I can't tell you if I like it, I like it

What happens if I don't like it? I like it

I can't tell you if I like it, I like it

What happens if I don't like it? It's only-

It's only sex (it's only sex)

It's only-

It's only sex (no, it's not)

It's only sex

It's only-

It's only sex

It's only sex

It's only-

C'mon, sexual desire, speak!

[flightlessfinch]

lily evans <3

[mcshizzle-the-fire-boy]

hey asexual's or people who are on the ace spectrum

listen to "It's only sex" by Car Seat Headrest

trust me

[sublimenightmaregarden]

The other night I cried while thinking of having sex with you

Not out of desire or shame but some subconscious impulse to feel pain

I wiped my tears on my face and neck and the backs of my ears

And said, "Now it's sweat, now it's sweat, it's sweat now"

Just to see you

It's such a treasure

But when I feel you

My flesh yields no pleasure

And honey I'm cultured

I'm very sex positive

So what is this feeling?

It ain't so positive

[bellehaspurplehair]

Me core

[goodwillfidgetspinner]

when car seat headrest said “my body constantly betrays me i try to betray it i only hurt myself” one million billion deaths around the world occurred

[runawayshark]

[s0ng-of-the-day]

Todays song of the day is:

It’s Only Sex by Car Seat Headrest

“I can’t tell you if I like it

I like it

What happens if I don’t like it?

I like it”

[sincerelyneo]

wildest dreams | z.cl

“lets get out of this town, drive out of the city”

💿now playing: wildest dreams by taylor swift

❯ summary: Chenle swears he’s going going crazy with cabin fever inside your shared house — and there’s no way you’re saying no to a late night drive with the roommate you so desperately have a crush on. Who cares if his original story was a lie and, secretly, he just wanted to be alone with you.

❯ pairings: chenle x fem!reader

❯ genre: roommates, friends to lovers, smut, so much fluff i have a tooth ache.

❯ words: 5.6k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, fluff, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), creampie, a lot of marking, bruising, oral sex (f receiving), heavy petting, lots of kissing, reader uses she/her pronouns, chenle is smitten for reader, very slight mention of possessive chenle, chenle takes his friend for a drive with the intention of fucking her.

It didn’t take much. Five words, to be exact.

The clock at the bottom of your screen reads 2:16 am when there is a low knock on your bedroom door. You twist your neck to look over your shoulder to yell for your roommate to come in.

Chenle pushes the door open just enough to stick his shoulder and head in. Dressed in a dark grey hoodie, light blue jeans, and his high-top converse; he already has his keys in his hand and is ready to bolt.

“You wanna take a drive?”

“Fuck yeah,” you say with no hesitation as you push your hands against your desk you were studying at. You grab the closest hoodie and pair of shoes before following him outside without another sentence exchange.

Sitting in the passenger’s seat of Chenle’s car, you watch the warm yellow streetlights create shadows on his face as he drives you both out of the city, looking for quiet roads with no other people around.

Low music flows from the speakers that were connected to his phone. The familiar lyrics to some song has him humming along as his foot steadies on the gas pedal. The beat is just loud enough to fill the comfortable silence.

With your head leaning against the headrest and arms folded over your chest, you roll your neck to look over at Chenle. His body is relaxed as he drives with one hand on top of the wheel and his other laying in his lap. 

His thick eyebrows slightly furrow as he pays close attention to the dark roads. The strands of hair curling ruthlessly around the edges of his forehead are messy, and they make the roommate in front of you look so fucking gorgeous, and he definitely knows it too. 

You take a deep breath as you cross your leg over the other, “So, why’d you wanna take a drive?”

He shrugs, stealing a quick glance over at you, “Was starting to feel a bit cooped up in that house.”

“Really, why didn’t you ask Jeno or Haechan to come with us? I swear I could hear them still playing video games?”

He raises his eyebrow at you. You and he both knew better than to disturb those two when they were five hours deep into a gaming session. 

“Okay, yeah, never mind.”

He laughs so hard that his nose scrunches up like it always does when he laughs genuinely.

The lampposts start getting fewer and farther apart the longer he drives. The only light in the car comes from the radio and the few random lights on his dashboard. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this far out of the city,” you say to break the silence.

“Well, I don’t drive as much but I know my way around. We’re pretty much out of the busy part now.” 

He leans forward in his seat as he presses on the brake for an upcoming stop sign. A sign in the road. Only left or right.

“Which way?” He asks. 

“Why do I have to pick?”

“I’m driving so you pick the direction.”

“Umm, okay, left then.”

He laughs to himself and it’s breathy, “always so predictable.” 

“Hey! I can hear you; you know!?”

He clicks his tongue and spins the wheel, one-handed. Your eyes follow as his fingers flex to grip back around the leather of the steering wheel once the turn is complete.

“Any idea in mind of where we’re going?” You ask, curious. 

He hums for a moment as he rests his forearm on the console between you, driving with his left hand on top of the wheel. “It’s pretty much just fields in this direction.”

Sitting up to get a good look up and out the windshield, you glance up at the night sky. It’s almost pitch black around here. Perfect. 

“Wanna drive for another minute or so; before stopping to look at some stars?” You offer. 

Chenle smiles as he turns his attention away from the road over to you for just a second, “Sounds good to me.”

You couldn’t help but flush in the darkness as you bow your head away from him. Warmth floods your face as your mind sticks to thoughts about him.

You and Chenle had always gotten along. A shared living room meant shared conversations; a shared kitchen quickly turned into shared meals; and your rooms being completely opposite from each other lead to awkward small talk. Often, Chenle appears in your doorway with offers of watching a new tv show with takeout from his favourite restaurant; or asking if he could just lay on your bed while you studied. 

You were good friends. Still, your mind couldn’t help but wonder if there was any possibility of something more. You adored him, honestly. 

Your gaze flicks down to look at his hand that was resting on the console. Staring at it, hoping it would just move at your will to get even closer; to touch you in any way possible.

Shaking your head lightly, purging the thoughts of his fingers and palms from your mind, you shift to look out the passenger window. The horizon starts to slow as Chenle presses his foot down on the brake to pull off the road, letting his car drive on the grass field that seems to go on for acres.

He puts the car in park and pockets his keys as you climb out of the seat, jogging a few feet away with your head craned all the way back to look up at the night sky. The light from the headlights casts your shadow as you spin on your heel at the sound of Chenle’s door opening and closing.

“I figured here was a good enough spot,” He calls out as he went around the back of his car to open up the trunk.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” You asked as you throw your hand over your eyes to squint, trying to figure out what he was grabbing.

The trunk closes with a slam as he reappears with a white-knitted blanket in his arms.

How long has he had that in his car? 

You spread out the blanket on the ground before he lays himself down on top of it, letting out a groan as he rests one hand behind his head. He looks up at you. His dark eyes starting to dilate.

His free arm rises up with his hand making grabby motions at you, “Come on. Lay next to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you take his hand to sit down next to him. Instead of laying down right away, you sit with your legs crisscrossed, dropping his hand the second you’re settled on the ground.

Chenle lets out a small huff as he sits up a bit to lean on his elbows. His brows draw in a frown. 

“What?” You ask him.

He shakes his head. 

“I said,” he leans over to hook his arm over your waist, pushing you to lay flat on the ground, “to lay next to me.”

Your hair flares out against the blanket as he lays back down on his side to look at you. He’s situated a couple of inches lower than where you ended up, the side of his head resting against your shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You didn’t listen to me.”

“Whatever,” you close your eyes for a moment as you roll your head to look up at the stars. “The stars are pretty tonight.”

“They always look like that.”

You huff, “You’re such a guy.”

“Excuse me?” He laughs as he tilts his head over at you.

You sigh as you rest your hands on your stomach.

“You don’t appreciate the beauty of everyday life. Yes, stars look the same, but we don’t see them all the time. So, they are pretty tonight.”

Chenle lets out another laugh, “I appreciate plenty of beauty every day.”

“Really? Like what?” You turn your head to look down at him.

“Jeno is a pretty guy,” he says without hesitation.

You let out a laugh as you agree with him, “hmm good point. Jeno is pretty cute.”

“But I’m cuter,” It sounded like a statement, but his voice got a pitch higher, almost like he was asking you a question.

You both nod your head as you look down at him for a second before turning back towards the stars, “Yes, Chenle, you are.”

He rolls onto his back but leaves his head on your shoulder to look up at the visible stars in the sky. 

He let out a huff, “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be looking for. I don’t see shit.”

“Easy, I’ll show you,” you shuffle down to his level and flip onto your side to get your head close to his to understand where exactly he was looking. “Okay, over here. You see those cluster of staggered stars right there?” you raise your hand to point off to the right side of him.

“Maybe?” He furrows his eyebrows as he squints up at the dots in the black sky.

Taking a deep breath, you wiggle closer, body practically right up against his. Leaning over just a tad bit more.

“Follow my finger,” you turn your head to look over at him for a moment only to find him already looking at your face. “Chenle, come on.”

“Okay, okay, where?” He let out a sigh as he twists his head back to where your hand is.

“Right here,” your finger traces over the constellation. “Those stars are the Archer constellation.”

“The what?”

“The archer is another word for the Sagittarius constellation. I think that’s your zodiac—” your hand moves away from the set of stars realising you were being a bit full-on and obvious. 

Luckily, you could tell Chenle wasn’t paying attention. Feeling his breath on the side of your face and not looking at the stars or listening to anything you were saying. Thankfully, it was dark as all hell out here so he couldn’t completely see how nervous he truly made you.

“Chenle,” you sigh as he only hums back at you, “if you aren’t going to pay attention, why did you agree?”

Your noses are almost touching when you turn your head to look back at him. 

“Because you wanted to do this,” his voice is barely louder than a whisper. The answer is simple enough, but it speaks volumes.

“You’re the one who wanted to take a drive,” you try to deflect. 

“No. I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “I thought you were going stir crazy?”

He bites his bottom lip as he slowly closes his eyes, realising you caught onto his tiny white lie. 

“Okay, fine, you got me,” he lets out a breath as he reopens his eyes.

You swallow nervously as you watch his eyes comb over your face as you fall silent once again. The only sounds now are the crickets and your breathing, but you could also hear the pounding from your own heartbeat. You felt like you were trembling from his gaze alone. 

The tension in the air is thick and heavy as the cool breeze blows past you. You want to break it, but don't know how. You don’t want to try and make a joke just for it to land flat and make the tension not only thicker but also awkward.

Feeling the need to break eye contact, your eyes fall down to follow the column of his throat down to his chest which is covered by the fabric of his hoodie.

“Please tell me I’m reading this right?” he asks you lowly; then he rolls over and lifts himself up onto his elbow to look down at you. 

You reach up to twist your finger around the string of his hoodie, letting your eyelids fall just a bit as you wrap the string between your fingers. You shrug slightly as you lick your lips, tilting your head to the side a bit.

“And what if you are?”

He doesn’t say anything else. This tension is definitely not friendly in any kind of way. Not with how close he is; with the way he is hovering above you. Not with the way you’re both breathing. And definitely not with the way you’re looking at each other.

“What’s stopping you?” You ask him, tilting your head back to look up at him. Your eyes search his, urging him on with your words to just take the bait.

Please. Take the bait.

His gaze flicks down to your lips before his hand comes up to rest on the side of your neck, leaning down to slot your lips together.

The kiss doesn’t last long. He pulls back just enough to look at you — faces still close enough to have breaths shared.

You want him.

Tilting your chin up to chase his mouth, you kiss him again and you both equally melt against each other. His thumb starts running back and forth against your cheek; and his other arm keeps him up high enough not to crush you with all his body weight.

“W-we-,” He pulls away, distracted by your boldness, only to be brought back to what was important as you use your hand to grab his chin, and turn his head back to you.

“Pay attention.”

His eyes blow wide as a smile begins to spread across his face before you’re pulling him back down to connect his mouth with yours again. 

Your body wasn’t trembling but tingling with the way his hands had started caressing your side as your mouths kept moving harder against each other.

A shiver runs through your body once Chenle’s hand trails down to your waist and under your own hoodie to glide across your stomach for a moment before going back to your side. Your arms wrap around his neck while your hand tangles itself into his hair. His clustered strands successfully keep your fingers against his scalp.

Accidentally, pulling on his hair, he lets out a groan and you can’t help but have a reaction of your own as you arch your back into him. 

Chenle shifts to move completely over you and your legs fall open without a second thought as he settles himself in between them. The kiss is growing more desperate and rougher with every passing moment.

He finally pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. His nose brushes against the side of yours as you take a break to let air back into your lungs.

“I never thought you’d be into me,” Chenle breathes out, his eyes closing as he tries to calm his racing pulse.

“That’s ridiculous,” you reply as you lay your hand on the back of his neck to pull him back in for another kiss. Biting his lip when you pull away to speak this time, “You’re hot as fuck.”

You lean back up to kiss his jaw. “A complete loser, maybe…” you keep trailing up his jaw with every compliment you give him.

“…but a sweet and thoughtful, a confident and cute…” 

When you reach his ear, you couldn’t help but bite lightly before saying, “Incredibly sexy loser.” 

His entire body shivers as he pushes you back down, flat against the ground to connect your lips again, his tongue sliding into your mouth as a gasp flies out of you.

You don’t know how you found the consciousness to wrap your legs around his waist and use your heels to push him even closer, but you do, and his reaction is completely welcomed as he lets out another guttural groan.

Soft pants fill the air as you’re completely wrapped around each other. A whimper escapes every so often from your mouth as Chenle shifts upwards to place his arm by your head to tower over you. His lower body is grinding against yours and the friction feels amazing. 

“Chenle,” you moan out as you felt his fingers dance across the skin of your stomach again. The hand that isn’t keeping him upright almost never leaves your skin.

When he does pull away, his lips are red and swollen. Eyelids half-lidded, a red blush prominent on his cheeks all the way down to his neck. 

You did that. 

You made him like that. 

His thumb hooks into your sweatpants and traces the sensitive skin just under your underwear.

“I want to taste you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as a whine comes out of your throat. “Oh, fuck,” you whisper and throw your head back. 

He didn’t even have to do anything, simply his words and pretty much him alone could pull such a reaction out of you.

You kick off your shoes as he pulls your pants down, along with your underwear in one fell swoop, tossing them to the side. You feel like you’re going to pass out any second from how worked up you are.

“You’re soaked, baby,” Chenle says as his thumbs rub circles into your hip bones. The cool air raises goosebumps to the exposed skin of your now naked thighs. “You okay with this?”

“Yes, just please,” you beg as your hands grip at his shoulders, trying to move him back to you.

He presses light kisses up your thigh, completely avoiding where you needed him. His nose brushes against your skin as he keeps moving upwards towards your stomach, raking up your hoodie and shirt to your ribs. His rough fingers start trailing across you as he makes his way up towards your boobs.

“Chenle, please,”  you moan, as his hands slid back down towards your hips. “Stop teasing.”

“Easy,” he lifts his gaze to look up at you. A boyish smirk is now plastered on his face. His lips touch your skin as he speaks, “I’ve waited months for this. And I sure as fuck think I deserve to take my time with you.”

You let out a shaky sigh, “Well, I need you to do something, anything!”

You try to push him by his shoulders to get him to move in the right direction, but he doesn't even budge. Instead, his thumbs dig hard enough into your hips that you knew there would be bruises in a few hours. Hissing but also throwing your head back, your fingers grip the fabric of his hoodie, and you could feel the smile on his face against your ribs.

“You like being marked up?”

All you could do is nod as his grip somehow tightens.

“Words. I need words.”

“Yes,” was all you manage to get out. 

“Good, ‘cause I intend to mark every part of you,” he says as he starts to move back down your body, finally going to the place where you really needed him. 

Your breath hitches when you eventually feel him lick a stripe up your folds. “You taste amazing. I’m never letting you have anyone else.”

Letting out a shaky moan as fingers raked through his hair, you say, “I don’t want anyone else.”

Twitches consume your whole body every time his nose hits your clit. Your hips buck every single time until he uses one hand to keep them against the ground.

“Stop. Moving.” He warns through tight teeth. 

But you couldn’t, not with his skin brushing up the insides of your thighs with his every move. Not with the way he glares up at you like you were his last meal.

The feeling of his tongue all over your cunt shocks your entire nervous system; whimpering, as his lips attack and suck at your clit, your hips moving wildly from the newest sensation.

“Fucking stop moving,” his voice had somehow gotten even deeper, and you couldn’t help but clench around nothing.

You whine when he lifts his head a couple of inches away from your pussy. His mouth and jaw shiny with your slick. “Gonna be a good girl?”

Your fingers start to shake as you try to keep them against his scalp. You nod dumbfoundedly. You would do anything to get him to go back to what he was doing.

“Yes, I will. Please, keep going. Please.”

Without another word, Chenle adds two of his fingers as his mouth goes back to your clit. Moans turn into yelps and whines turn into whimpers as you just bask in the feeling of having all his attention on your cunt.

Somehow finding the strength to pick your head up, you could clearly see Chenle grinding his own hips into the ground, giving himself some friction.

“Fuck,” you whine out as your eyes roll into the back of your head, letting it fall backwards again and hitting the ground with a thump. The sight of seeing him chasing some of his own pleasure while eating you out was enough to coast you straight into the beginning of your orgasm.

You could feel him smile against your wet pussy. His fingers keep their pace, but you swear he starts sucking harder while intertwining kitten licks to your clit.

“Chenle.” You moan, “Chen-, please. I’m-”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to speak as he starts to curl the fingers he had inside of you, resulting in your thighs beginning to twitch and tremble. 

With your back arching, you sing out his name in the most delicate moan as you crest over. His hands try their best to keep your lower body flat on the ground to let you ride it out. You could feel your voice starting to go raw from how good he was making you feel.

You can’t wait to feel him inside you.

Your chest starts heaving as Chenle slowly makes his way back up your body, placing kisses on every spot of skin as he rises up to your face. He has a stupid, dumb smile on his face as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck.

“That good, hmm?”

You’re unresponsive, all the muscles in your body starting to relax as he begins to leave small bites and kisses on the side of your neck. Your hands roam over his back as you try to piece your mind back together.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe out. You let out a chuckle yourself as you drag your nails against the hoodie on his back, “Yeah, it was that good.”

Your eyes open as you feel a new rush of need, watching his shoulders move while he tuns his tongue against the side of your neck. The feeling of his hard cock against your sensitive cunt, the same place his face was just a moment before, made you slide your hands down to the bottom of his top.

You need him to have less clothes on. You want to feel him just as much as he felt you.

You tug on the bottom of his grey hoodie, signalling to him you wanted it off. He obviously gets the hint as he rises to his knees while still in between your legs to pull the article of clothing off. His shirt follows a split second before it falls back down to its proper spot.

“Take off your fucking pants,” you order him as you pull up his shirt, trying your best to find the button and zipper of his jeans with your fingers still shaking.

He laughs as he sits on the back of his knees, “Whoa, chill. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, but you’re still not close enough,” you use whatever core strength you had left in you to lift your body up to kiss him once more. “You’re not inside me.”

He closes his eyes and lifts his eyebrows while swallowing thickly, “Fuck, okay.”

The second his cock springs free from his pants, your hand goes straight to it, stroking it as he sucks in a breath and almost doubles over. A moan falls from his mouth as your thumb runs over his tip.

His hand snakes back to your face to cup your cheek as he kisses you, slowly pushing you back against the ground. He knocks your hand away from his cock as he positions his body back on top of yours. Grabbing your thigh with his other hand to move your leg to wrap around his waist.

“Sure you wanna do this?” He mumbles breathlessly against your lips as he runs the tip against your pussy.

“Yes,” you slur, drunk on his attention.

Gasps come out of both your mouths when he pushes himself in. Eyebrows pinching as you tilt your head back. He takes that opportunity to dip his head and start kissing and nipping at your open collarbones.

“Oh my god,” you whimper. The stretch from his cock burns but also feels too fucking good. He is like the perfect size — made entirely for you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head once he fully stills inside you till the hilt. 

Chenle pulls his head away from your neck to rest his forehead against yours. His harsh and heavy breaths hit your skin as he searches your face for any discomfort, “All good?”

You nod, “Move, please.”

You don’t have to ask twice as he begins to drag his cock in and out of you. Hitting the perfect places every time he thrusts, each time mewls and whimpers of noise escape your throat without much thought.

You’re loud — you both are. You knew you were, so it was a good thing you were in the middle of fucking nowhere because there was no way you were going to silence yourself.

Your hands slip under his shirt and pull it up to his shoulder blades where you dig your nails into his pretty skin. He lets out a hiss as his thrusts get harder resulting in you creating even more scratches on his back.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one leaving marks,” Chenle huffs as he pushes his hips hard enough that there was an audible slap from your hips meeting.

“Then fucking do it.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He rucks your hoodie and shirt back up and over your bra and drops his head to start his work on the swell of your breasts. All you could do is sigh and wait until later to see the extent of his creation. The image of seeing all the bruises and marks on your chest makes your pussy flutter around his cock, resulting in Chenle groaning against your skin along with his hips stuttering.

“You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” You challenge and clench around him again to be a brat.

“Because,” he lets out through his teeth as he gave you one particularly rough thrust that makes your entire body rock against his, “I won’t last if you keep at it.” 

You keep clawing at his back as his thrusts don’t falter nor lose any force. The smirk on his face comes back. 

“And I don’t think you want this to end anytime soon.”

You don’t know if you are going to last much longer. The pressure of his body against yours, the hard yet rhythmic fuck of his hips, the bites and licks against your chest, not to mention the stretch in your cunt. 

Your mind was putty and Chenle was the only consistent and clear thought in it.

Your legs somehow get impossibly tighter around his waist as his finger comes to rub circles into your swollen clit. The only things coming out of your mouth are small and fast pants — with the occasional drop of his name — as your eyebrows furrow and your head throws as far back as it could go.

“You’re close,” he softly speaks into your ear, his pace never slowing. “I can feel you getting close.”

“Please, please,” you beg.

Chenle’s fingers quicken on your clit, as his other hand grabs yours to intertwine your fingers with his and place them next to your head. Your other hand grips his bicep as your thighs start to twitch again.

“Come on. Do it,” he presses his forehead into your temple, as whimpers and pleads start falling from your lips.

It feels embarrassing how fast you’re cumming around his cock, but with how good it felt, you couldn't hold out any longer. His name is the last thing on your tongue as your second orgasm takes over all senses and muscles in your body. 

Chenle slows his pace but keeps moving as he mouths at the side of your neck, creating more marks as you’re high on pleasure from him.

“Welcome back,” he smiles into your skin after releasing it from between his teeth. His lips move to your jaw as the hand on his arm loosens its grip.

“Hi,” your voice is light and floaty as Chenle lifts his head to look at you. The sweat on his forehead makes his hair wet and sticks his bangs to his skin.

His face is bright red as you lift your hand to push his hair back, running your nails against his scalp.

“You feel good?” he asks as he was barely moving. His hips move back and forth just enough to feel something instead of him being still.

“Very,” you smile at him before slipping your hand out from his and using both of them to push him over onto his back with you in his lap, never disconnecting. “It’s your turn now.”

Chenle’s eyes widen as you lean down to give him one kiss, which he eagerly accepts before you rise to your knees to drag him half out of you just to harshly sit back down. You happily swallow the moan that comes out of his mouth as you start to bounce on his dick.

“Fuck, fuck,” he curses as you lean yourself back to rest your hands on his chest, wanting to make him feel as good as he made you.

His fingers dig into the sides of your thighs as you ride him, his own thighs starting to shake as his face scrunches up from pleasure. The feeling of his cock throbbing and twitching inside you makes you want even more — despite all that he already gave you. 

Your slurred name comes from his mouth giving you the power boost you need to keep up your own pace, ignoring the burning in your thighs. His eyes shut tight as his head rolls to the side. His short, blunt nails were definitely leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin, but you’re too riled up to care. 

You lean down to kiss his jaw, as he sputters out curses and moans while you keep grinding down on his cock. Trying to give him a mind-blowing orgasm like he had given you, you clench around him.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck-” he cries out as his hands slide up to your waist, grip tightening as your mouth went up to his ear.

“Cum, baby,” you duck down just enough to kiss the skin right under his ear. “Cum inside me.”

You give him a low breathy moan that apparently pushes him just over the edge. His entire body stilling and trembling as you feel him cum inside you. 

Gasps fly out of his mouth as he slowly opens his eyes. The look on his face is one of lustful intoxication. His hands come up to your face to pull you back over to his mouth to give you a kiss as he rides out his own high.

“Holy shit,” he mutters as you smirk down at him.

“You feel good?” You ask him the same thing he asked you.

He scoffs and blinks a few times, “I think I literally lost my mind for a moment.”

You lean over to kiss his cheek, beaming from the praise as you slowly raise yourself to slide his softening dick out of your pussy. Being careful not to overstimulate him with how sensitive he had to be. 

Before flopping back down next to him, you grab your phone from your discarded pants to check the time. Instead, you’re greeted with a few texts from your other roommates.

Jeno 2:37 am

Where are you?

Haechan 2:38 am

Did you leave with Chenle?

Jeno 2:40 am 

Could’ve at least let us know you were leaving, we thought you were kidnapped. 

Jeno 2:42 am

Well, have fun. 

Haechan 2:45 am

Use protection ;) 

You stifle a laugh as you toss your phone back to the side as Chenle looks over at you while slipping his boxers back on.

“What’s up?” He asks as he leans back on his elbows. His face is still relaxed and his eyes half-lidded, obviously still in post-orgasm bliss.

“Jeno and Haechan were wondering where we were,” you answer him as you go to find your underwear, but grimace when you feel something wet slide down the inside of your thighs. 

Biting your lip, you look over at Chenle, “You got anything to clean myself up with?”

He twists his mouth and squints his right eye as he tilts his head back and forth, “I got some napkins in the car, but… I have a better idea.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Which is? I’m not a fan of being sticky.”

Chenle smirks at you as he leans over to kiss you, pushing you down on your back again.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be clean in a few minutes.”

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Reflections | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcoholism, toxic relationship dynamics, mentions/descriptions of smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY), angstangstangst, the crippling reality of being broke and in your twenties, an ambiguous ending! Up to your imagination what happens next :)

Word Count: 5026

A/N: For a lovely nonnie!! This fic hits close to home LMFAO as does the song the fic is inspired by. Not to call you out nonnie but tell me you’ve been in a situationship that ended horribly without telling me you’ve been in a situationship that ended horribly… lol. Anyway, i hope y’all enjoy this absolute angst cesspool of pre-season one Dean!! 

Songs of the fic ! (did anyone else’s exes listen to the trifecta of male manipulator music aka car seat headrest, cigs after sec, and the neighbourhood? bonus points if chase atlantic is thrown in there, too)

Reflections by the Neighbourhood

Casual by Chappell Roan

Working for the Knife by Mitski

It’s Only Sex by Car Seat Headrest

Cry by Cigarettes After Sex

Queue up your favorite music streaming service if you’d like, and have a wonderful read!

Meeting Dean Winchester was among the more wonderful things that happened to you. After graduating from college, your life had been complete hell. Between non-stop job interviews, working shifts at a crappy restaurant job you’d had since sophomore year to be able to pay your rent, and a crumbling relationship with your family, you were drowning. Needing a night off, you decided to go out with a few of your friends. 

It was that night that you met Dean. As soon as you walked into the bar, he caught your eye. He was busy chatting with a pretty blonde with long, toned legs, but you hardly noted her. He was all muscle, tall, freckled, and had probably been sculpted by the gods. 

Men didn’t usually hold your attention. You were too busy and had too many previous relationships with frat boys and abusive idiots to worry about or focus on another one. Dean, however, was different. 

Through the night, you tried to just enjoy your time with your friends, but every piece of you was hoping that the beautiful stranger would come over and talk to you. And finally, finally, your silent prayer came true. 

His confidence was intimidating. Your friends all blushed and giggled when he approached, and your best friend pulled your other two girls away to another table to let you and Dean talk. 

“Your friend seems disappointed,” he said evenly. 

“In what?” you asked, a smile pulling at your lips. 

“That I’m talking to you and not her,” the man replied. 

Oh, god. You knew his type. You knew he’d be horrible for you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “You’re very sure of yourself…” you trailed off, waiting for him to tell you his name. 

“Dean,” he told you. 

“Dean.” The name felt good rolling off your tongue. “Nice to meet you, Dean.”

“Trust me, pleasure’s all mine,” he replied. 

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You can drop the cheesy lines.”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. 

“C’mon, you know exactly what I’m talking about,” you smirked, taking a sip of your beer.

“Most girls like ‘em,” he said, confidence unwavering. 

“Do you think I’m like most girls?” you asked, eyes challenging and lustful. 

“No,” he smirked. 

***

That night was officially marked in the calendar as the night you had the best sex of your life. Dean was incredibly giving in bed, and he wouldn’t let himself finish until you did. He knew when to be gentle and when to be rough with you, and you appreciated how attentive to your reactions he was. 

After that, Dean came over to your apartment every night for four days. And yet, you still knew very little about him. 

“Where ‘re you from, Dee?” you asked, sitting on the couch across from him with a beer in your hand. 

“Lawrence. In Kansas,” he replied shortly. Dean normally wasn’t as curt with you, and you knew you needed to press further into that.

“We’re a long way from Kansas, Toto,” you joked. “What’s got you out here?” 

“Eh, y’know. My brother’s off at Stanford, my dad’s a dick when he’s not around, and I just needed to get away for a bit,” Dean explained, shrugging. 

“Brother?” you asked. 

A smile spread across his face. “Yeah, uh, Sam’s his name. He’s in undergrad for law. His freshman year.”

“Oh, damn. He must be really smart, then,” you prompted. 

Dean nodded, still grinning. “Yeah, he is.”

“What about you?” you asked.

“What about me?” he replied, taking a sip of his beer. 

“College?” 

He shook his head. “Nah. Dropped out as soon as it was legal to.”

You snickered. 

“What about you? What are you doin’ out here?” Dean asked, sinking further into your couch. Even the way he sat emanated confidence. 

You sighed. 

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you—”

You shook your head. “No, no! It’s okay. It’s just— It’s complicated.” Dean allowed you to collect your thoughts for a moment. “Went to school, got myself a degree, and I graduated last year. And now, I’m barely keeping myself afloat. Applied to tons of places, got interviews at some, and all of ‘em fell through.”

“Oh,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

You shrugged, taking a deep breath. “It’s alright. I’m sure every new grad goes through this shit.”

“What about your family?” Dean asked you. “You close with them?”

You scoffed. “All of them can suck my dick.”

Dean chuckled, clearly caught off-guard. “Jesus. That bad?”

“Absolutely.” You stretched and put your empty beer bottle down on the coffee table. “Life’s not all bad, though.”

“Oh?” Dean prompted. 

“I met you, didn’t I?” you smiled lopsidedly. 

The man chuckled but said nothing. 

Immediately, you felt embarrassed. “Sorry, I— I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if I did. I know we’re just hooking up, and—”

Dean shook his head. “No, no. It’s okay. Just… I wanna be upfront with you. I’m just rolling through. I’m never gonna be in one place for long.”

Your heart sank. “Oh.”

“It’s nothing against you, trust me. You’re—” Dean cut himself off, sighing. He sat up fully, put his beer down, and turned to face you. “Trust me. It’s not you.” He put his hand over yours, making you look up at him. 

‘Damn his gorgeous face,’ you thought. You would never be able to stay angry with him for too long. You surged forward and pressed his lips to yours, pushing him down on the couch. 

***

If you couldn’t have anything else with Dean, you were going to have sex with him as much as humanly possible. Slowly but surely, he was giving you indications that he was forming feelings for you, too. 

Dean started staying the night around a week into the two of you hooking up. You were pleasantly surprised when he’d hold you while you slept, too. The sex became more passionate as opposed to rough and hard, even though you thoroughly enjoyed both. He asked you questions about your upbringing and your job, and was giving you every signal that he was interested in you for more than just sex. 

And then, he disappeared. You called him several times, but you never got an answer. To say you were crushed was an understatement. 

Even though you’d only known Dean for three weeks, you were falling hard for him. He had an effect on you that no one else did. Dean was kind, compassionate, funny, smart, and although immature at times, he had all the makings of a wonderful man and partner. And just like that, he left. No word, no note— nothing. Just the night before he was telling you how glad he was that he met you. Maybe that should have been a sign that something was wrong, but you supposed hindsight was 20/20. 

At work that day, you were a complete mess of smudged eyeliner, knotted hair pulled back in a claw clip, and puffy eyes from crying. 

“You good, (Y/N/N)?” one of your coworkers asked when she found you on your smoke break. 

The cigarette trembled between your fingers, and tears poured down your cheeks. Your only response was a frantic head nod. 

She gave you a deadpan look. “What’s wrong?” she asked. 

Holding the cigarette away from your face, you scrubbed your hand over your eyes. “Just this fucking guy.”

She grimaced, sucking in air through her teeth. “Shit. That’ll do it.”

“Yeah,” you sniffed. “On top of everything else that’s fucking falling apart in my life, I thought—” you cut yourself off, sighing. “Whatever. He’s a dick.” You took in a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves, and took a puff of your cigarette. You let out all the air and smoke from your lungs and turned to face your friend. “I gotta get back. I’m sure table twenty-five needs another fucking bucket of Michelob.” Having smoked almost the entire cigarette, you dropped it on the ground and stomped out the remaining embers.

Your coworker laughed as you opened the back door to the kitchen for her. “Let me know if you need anything,” she told you. 

Nodding, you smiled in thanks for her kindness.

***

Truthfully, you were drowning. Bills just kept piling up, two more job applications had fallen through, and the restaurant had been slowing down on the weekdays steadily since summer ended. Tips were shitty, and your situation had gotten so bad, you’d need to start working a second job and taking the bus to work. If you couldn’t find a second job or a job your degree suited soon, you were screwed.

After yet another fight with your parents over how much of a screw-up you were in comparison to your brother and sister, you were done. You needed something to numb the world out. None of your friends were able to go out, seeing as it was a weeknight, and they all had “real” jobs. 

And so, you sat on your couch and drank alone. You didn’t want to run up your power bill any more than it would already be this month, so you sat in silence with candles lit as you drank. Your logical mind knew this was a horrible idea— combining emotional exhaustion, fire hazards, and alcohol— but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

***

Your next late-night escapade with drinking came when you discovered you could numb out the feeling of being hungry with alcohol. The fridge and pantry were virtually empty, and you hadn’t had enough time or spare change to go to the grocery store after barely scraping by on rent and your bills the week prior. 

Drinking also helped you to sleep through breakfast, so the only time you really needed to eat was lunch before going to work. You’d stopped responding to your friends’ texts, and your routine didn’t consist of anything aside from working, drinking, and applying to jobs. 

The weeks droned by, and despite the chaos in your life, your thoughts were still of Dean. Why did he have so much power over you? You didn’t even really know him, and here you were, a complete fucking mess because he left without a word. You knew you couldn’t have been in love with him; maybe infatuation was a better way to describe your feelings for him. 

Finally, your friend, Melanie, came over to drag you out of your misery. She did your hair and makeup, forced you to eat something, and brought you out on a Saturday night with your friend group. Her kindness was very much appreciated, and you thanked her profusely for it. 

Your night out with your friends relit a bit of a fire in you. What kept you on even more of a high note was the interview you had a few days later at a bar. It had gone incredibly well, and the manager told you to expect a call very soon. Hope filled your chest at the thought of being able to have more than just a few cents left in your pocket after the monthly billing period. 

***

You’d done it. You got the job! Your friends took you out once again as a celebration, and you felt like you were finally getting back to your old self. However, that was when your friends noticed something was wrong. You’d never been the friend to get blackout drunk; you were always holding your friends’ hair back while they threw up in the bathroom. And yet, you were as sloppily drunk as ever. 

The next thing to catch their attention was you stumbling over to them with a seemingly arrogant prick’s arm around you. 

“Guys,” you swallowed, “guys! This is…” you trailed off, not exactly sure what his name was. “Sorry, handsome, what’s your name?”

That was when another of your friends, Syriah, pulled you aside and away from the man. “(Y/N), what is wrong with you?” she asked. 

Your eyes were immediately dewey. “What? What’d I do wrong?”

“Babe, you’re all over the place. What’s happening to you?” she asked compassionately, steadying you with her hands on your shoulders. 

Tears slipped down your cheeks. “I don’t know,” you said earnestly, collapsing onto her shoulder when she pulled you into a tight hug. “I don’t like how this feels, Riah.”

She petted your hair and just held you against her. “Look, I’ll get you a cab. We just need to get you home safe, okay?”

You nodded into her shoulder, still hiccuping. 

Once you got back to your apartment, you flopped down across the couch. Against your better judgment, you called Dean. Of course, he didn’t answer, so you left a voicemail. “Hey! Hi, Dee.” Your voice sounded funny because your cheek was pressed against your couch, and you laughed at yourself. “Sorry for calling, I, um—” you swallowed harshly, “I just miss you. A lot. And I don’t know why. ‘Cause I kinda hate you for leaving me, y’know? Like, what the— what the fuck is wrong with you? I’m a catch, okay.” You paused, hiccuping. “And another thing, it’s rude to leave without saying anything. I thought we were better friends than just fuck buddies. Why wouldn’t you— why wouldn’t you say something? Anything?” Sniffles and tears escaped you. “You suck, okay? But also, I miss your dick. Bring it back, okay? But fuck you.” And then, you hung up. 

***

Thankfully, you woke up just in time the next day to get to your new job for training. You looked like a complete trainwreck, but you did your best to smooth out your hair and conceal the bags under your eyes on the bus ride there. 

You went about working absentmindedly and did your best to smile and joke around with your trainer. After an exhausting day with little time to recount the events of the night before, you went back to your apartment to catch up on sleep. However, your nighttime routine was interrupted by frantic knocks on your door. 

“Alright, alright I’m—” You cut yourself off, mouth going slack when you found Dean standing in front of your apartment. 

“Dean?” you breathed out. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smirked awkwardly. 

You suddenly snapped yourself out of your surprise and became incredibly angry. “You have a lot of fucking nerve showing up here, do you know that? What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. Can we— Can we just talk, please?”

“Why should I even give you the time of day?!” you snarked incredulously. 

“ ‘Cause you told me you miss me. And my dick,” he tried to charm you. 

You scoffed. “What?! No, I didn’t.”

He clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you did. In your voicemail last night.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you remembered flashes of leaving that horrifically embarrassing voicemail. “Oh, fuck.” You dropped your face toward the floor, pinching your temples and thinking. “You’ve got five minutes,” you finally told Dean, letting him into your apartment. 

“Look,” Dean began while you closed the door behind him, “I didn’t wanna leave.”

You scoffed again. 

“I know. But I had to,” he explained. 

“Why?” you asked. “If you had to leave, fine, but why couldn’t you at least call me back?”

“Because this isn’t good! For either of us,” he responded, voice rising slightly. 

“Why?!” you pressed. “And what gives you the right to make that decision for me?!”

“Because I can’t give you what you want!” Dean argued. “I can’t stay for longer than a few weeks at a time. I can’t. And I can’t tell you why. And I’m making that decision because I know you won’t make that decision for yourself.” 

“You don’t know me, Dean! We hooked up, for like, two fucking weeks!” you laughed incredulously. “I am perfectly capable of making decisions for myself, thank you!”

“I do know you. God, we are so much alike, and that’s just another reason why we don’t fucking work,” he responded. Then, Dean’s voice quieted considerably. “And, sweetheart, it’s not that I don’t want you. ‘Cause I do.”

“But we can’t see each other. ‘Cause you’ll just leave again,” you nodded, hugging yourself protectively. 

Dean nodded, his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry I left like I did.”

“I’m sorry I called you,” you told him. 

He shook his head, eyes still fixed to the floor. “Don’t be.” Tears began to cloud your vision, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “What are you still doing here, Dean?”

He didn’t respond for a moment. When he finally spoke, your breath caught in your throat. “I don’t wanna leave you.”

The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. Through the rest of the night, the two of you apologized and made up and apologized again with deep kisses, your bodies connecting, and words murmured through shuddering breaths. 

***

To your surprise, Dean was still in your bed the next morning with his arms wrapped around you. As much as you were angry at him for a little over two months, the night you shared and words you exchanged had you forgiving him easily. 

He hummed, alerting you that he was awake, before promptly pulling you closer to him and burying his face in your neck. You giggled as Dean’s breath tickled your neck, and he peppered kisses against your skin.

“Mornin’,” his deep voice rumbled against you. 

“Mm, morning,” you replied, a smile stretching across your face. You bit your lip, and you tugged at Dean’s hair while he sucked a dark mark onto your collar bone. “I better be able to cover that up with my work uniform, or I swear to god, asshole—”

“It’ll be fine,” Dean replied, kissing your collarbone. “You got work today?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “New job.”

“Oh, wow! Good for you,” he told you, picking his face up from your neck. 

“Eh, just another gig to make ends meet. Bar this time, though.”

“And the other one you work at’s a—”

“Restaurant—”

“—restaurant, right.” 

You smiled at the fact that he remembered. “I’m working, like, fifty hours a week, now. But I gotta keep my lights on, y’know?”

“Jesus, that’s a lot,” Dean grimaced.

“What about you? You never told me what you do for work,” you told him. 

“I don’t,” he replied quickly.

“Oh, god. Just what every girl wants to hear,” you joked. 

Dean chuckled. “My dad’s settin’ me up to take over the family business since Sammy’s off to be a lawyer, or whatever.”

“Family business?” you prompted, hoping he’d explain a little bit more. 

“Yeah,” he responded. You could tell he was dodging your question, but you wouldn’t make him talk if he didn’t want to. “For now, I’m just road-trippin’. Makin’ the most of my youth.”

“Well, I don’t know that hangin’ out with a girl like me is ‘making the most of your youth’,” you joked. 

“What?” he replied. “You’re awesome, what are you talking about?”

You shrugged, getting out of your bed. Dean’s eyes followed you as you moved around your room trying to get yourself ready for the work day ahead. “I mean, I ain’t got much. Two bucks to my name, a useless ass college degree, fifty-thousand dollars in debt, and two siblings with a long list of accolades that make me look like literal sewer trash in comparison.”

Dean nodded. “In case you haven’t noticed, sweetheart, I’m pretty much in the same boat.”

You turned to him while you brushed your hair, struck by his words. “Yeah,” you nodded. “I guess you are.” A smile began to tug at your lips. “Makes me feel a little better knowing I’m not the only disappointment to their bloodline out there.”

Dean laughed. “Amen to that.” He then noticed the bottle of beer you’d pulled from the fridge across the small studio apartment from his position on the bed. “Whoa. Little early for that, isn’t it?”

You shrugged, “It’s five o’clock somewhere, I guess,” and took a large swig. 

***

That day at work had been okay, and you were exhausted when you got back to your apartment. Dean was coming over, but you told him ahead of time that there would be no sex happening since you needed to get up early the next day. He’d given a petulant yet funny response but seemed eager to get over to you. 

And that was how your routine continued for a few days.  He would come over after you got off work, you’d have sex, rinse, and repeat. Then, after a particularly rough day, Dean found you indulging in the binge drinking habit you’d adopted. 

He burst through the door to your apartment concerned only to find you watching the television with a beer in your hand. “Holy shit, (Y/N), why the fuck didn’t you answer?” Dean then seemed to notice the several empty bottles on your coffee table. 

“I just didn’t wanna talk tonight, Dean, take the fucking hint,” you grumbled before finishing off the bottle in your hands. 

“Okay, you’re cut off,” he told you, trying to help you up from the couch. 

You jerked your arm away from him. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Dean seemed angry, but his expression melted into something else. “How long has this been goin’ on?”

You scoffed. “Why do you care?” The words came out slurred. “You’re not my boyfriend or anything.”

“Dammit, (Y/N), that shouldn’t matter,” Dean insisted. “You know this isn’t good for you, right?”

A laugh escaped you. “You said the same thing about you, and you’re still here, aren’t you?”

That caught Dean off-guard, and he was silent, for once. 

“Just go away, Dean,” you said quietly. 

And he did. 

***

The next day, you were horrified by your actions. You called Dean once; no answer. The second time you called, there was still no answer, but you left a voicemail. “Dean? Dean, I’m so sorry. I— I remember what I said to you last night. God, that was fucking horrible of me. Please come back. I’m so sorry. I’ll, uh, I’ll talk to you later, please?” You hung up, running a hand through your hair. 

You did the only thing you could think to do in the moment and pulled out another beer. Your tolerance had certainly increased since you started binge drinking, and a bottle in the morning had become the equivalent to a cup of coffee. 

Against your better judgment, you called out of work. You needed the money from both shifts you were scheduled for today, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go in. 

Finally, Dean called back. 

“Dean!” you squeaked as soon as you answered the phone. “God, I’m so sorry—”

“I know you are,” he told you. The silence between you was thick; neither of you completely sure what to say. “How long you been actin’ like Lebowski?”

That actually made you laugh despite the perhaps tone-deaf nature of the joke. “Meh, I’ve always liked to drink.” You considered your next words carefully. “It, uh, it started after you left.”

Silence encapsulated the two of you again. 

“I’m so sorry,” was all Dean could say to you. 

“No, no no!” you said. “It’s not your fault. I’m just a fucking mess, ‘s all.”

“Yeah, but if I would’ve picked up the fucking phone—”

“Dean,” you asserted. “It’s not your fault.”

He sighed heavily. “I’ll be over later, okay?”

“Okay.”

You took the day to try and get yourself together a bit. By the time Dean arrived, the apartment was sparkling, the empty beer bottles were picked up, and your hair and face had been washed. 

Dean smirked lopsidedly when he noticed the work you’d been doing. “Good for you, sweetheart.”

***

That night, it was taking both you and Dean much longer than usual to fall asleep. 

“What’s on your mind?” you asked him quietly. 

“I’m not a good person, (Y/N),” he said, voice barely above a whisper. 

“What?” you asked, putting your hand on the side of his face. However, he wouldn’t turn it up to look at you. “How could you say that?”

“I shouldn’t have left you,” he said. 

“Dean, we already talked about this—”

“No,” he cut you off. “I meant last night.”

“Oh,” you replied, stomach flipping.

“I shouldn’t have left you like that,” Dean reiterated. “I just— I got so angry. ‘Cause you’re right. I’m not good for you. And it’s selfish of me to keep you on the hook like this.”

You felt your heart cracking in your chest. “Dean, I have no idea what we are or what we’ve been doing, but…”

“I know,” he said. “I care about you a lot, too.”

“But we’re not good for each other,” you admitted quietly. “I can’t— I can’t be what you deserve.” You swallowed harshly, tears brimming your eyes. “I’ve got too much shit going on. I can’t—”

Dean cut you off again. “I know,” he said, seeming like he was crying, too. “And I’m gonna have to keep leaving. And I don’t wanna leave. I don’t— I don’t know how to be alone.” Dean’s admission broke your heart, and you grabbed his hand. “I can’t give you a relationship. There’s just— There’s no room in my life for that.”

Your lip was trembling, but you tried your best to force your next words out. “It’s okay,” you said, even though it definitely didn’t feel okay. 

“I don’t wanna just keep having sex while you’re in the state you’re in,” Dean continued. “That’s not fair to you.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

He snorted, caught off-guard. “What?”

“Thank you. ‘Cause I wouldn’t have been able to tell you to go,” you said. “You were right.”

“I know you, (Y/N). I see too much of myself in you,” he admitted. “And I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.” 

A long moment passed between the two of you, the only noise coming from the window unit in your apartment.

“I’ll be gone when you wake up,” Dean told you, holding you against him. 

As much as your heart was breaking, you stayed resting against Dean’s chest, the rising and falling of it soothing you to sleep. 

When the sunlight streamed through the curtains and hit your eyes, you realized Dean followed through with his promise.

***

Four years went by. The first one had dragged as you healed yourself from your addiction and the loss of Dean. Admittedly, you’d tried several times to get in contact with him, but the number had been disconnected. The next year, you began to feel happy again. You’d gotten a steady job, had tons of alcohol-free fun with your friends, and generally had a more positive outlook on life. 

That third year, though, your life would change forever. The world of monsters, spirits, and demons was unveiled to you when your sister was found dead. The police arrested her husband since your mother had told them the couple had been having problems in the months leading up to her death, but you knew your brother-in-law wouldn’t do that. Everyone insisted you were just in denial, but your gut told you there was something else going on. 

The way she died raised red flags for you, too. It almost looked like she’d been mauled by an animal, and some of her organs were missing. Her husband was a relatively stable person; no way was he capable of something like that. And if he was, where were her organs? Why would he have left her on the living room floor in a pool of her own blood? Why did he call the cops himself? Nothing was adding up in your mind. 

As any person desperate for answers would, you turned to a psychic. She introduced you to the idea that your sister had died being attacked by a werewolf. At first, you laughed, insisting she was crazy. When all the evidence was presented to you, though, it was the only explanation that made sense. 

From that moment forward, you trained and researched relentlessly to try your hand at hunting. You knew that going it alone would be dangerous, but there wasn’t exactly anyone else in your life you could talk to about what you knew. 

The day after you met with the medium, you abandoned your apartment, cell phone, laptop, and car, and hit the road. 

A year into your new life of motel rooms and gas station dinners between ghost hunts, your job brought you to Wisconsin where a college athlete drowned in a lake outside her home. You’d already interviewed the girl’s father and brother as well as the local police chief that morning. Around one o’clock, you were starving and headed out of your room to get some lunch. 

When you rounded the corner of the building to head to your car parked in the front lot, you slammed into a wall of solid muscle. The man grunted, as did you. 

“Oh my god, I’m so—” you cut yourself off when you realized who you were looking at. 

“(Y/N)?” he breathed out. 

“Hi, Dean.”

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[wlfatthedoor]

SEQUEL TO Bore Into Me

I really tried, I promise.

(Warnings: fingering, oral sex, light public play, rough, penetrating  sex, overstimulation/forced orgasms. ) :3

(Masc!Reader/Dom!Masc!Ellie)

—

It was admittedly embarrassing as hell to stumble back out onto the floor after Ellie, dazed and wobbly on your feet—although you defended your state fiercely for your drunkness. The uncomfortable wetness from your arousal in your boxers that was cooling against your pussy wasn't helping, either. Ellie really had you feeling like a slut.

However, you had the suspicion that the group knew something was up, specifically by a knowing look Jesse shot at you. Maybe Dina, too, however you deliberately chose not to linger on that for now. You had enough confusion for the night. All that you could focus on was Ellie.

Things partially resumed as normal, you only joined for 2 more songs before everyone else was progressively getting tired for the night. It was nearing 4 AM, now. Knowing the club would close soon, you were swept away with godly relief as the group gathered themselves to leave.

The rest was a blur, really. The group split up, everyone climbing into shared Ubers. You were about to join Dina when Ellie was getting your attention again, insisting that you carpool with her to her place for the night.

By the looks of it, you figured you'd give Dina privacy that night. Jesse seemed to be going home with her after all.

—

It was anxious as hell eventually sitting next to Ellie in the car. The driver was relatively silent, the radio almost muted as he navigated towards her home. You were snapped from your thoughts when you felt Ellie's hand creep over your clothed knee. You looked at her, confused.

"How're you feeling?" She asked. Strangely tender.

You assumed she meant physically, not your conflicting emotions over the fact that she had your mouth on her pussy just moments earlier and reeling with the need to cum. You relaxed into the seat a little.

"M'good.. dizzy, I guess." You breathed. Reminiscing of the phantom sensation of her shoe pressed cruelly into your desperate pussy.

Ellie grinned. "Yeah. Me too."

You opened your mouth to respond when you were cut short,  your voice falling silent as you felt Ellie's hand slide up your thigh. Oh, so that's where this was going.

The noise around you seemed to muddle together. You weren't quite sure if Ellie was making small talk with the driver now, you were entirely transfixed on the sensation of her hand still rising. Subtle and out of view.

The moment her hot palm leeching through the fabric rested over your groin, you forcibly restrained yourself from lifting your hips, huffing silently. Perhaps you should have expected this.

You glanced over to her. It was so dark, you could only just make out the silhouette of her inside the vehicle, her expression unreadable. You held back a wince when she nonchalantly applied direct pressure over your clothed clit. She was still talking to the driver, cracking a few jokes. You felt entirely powerless. You didn't want to raise too much attention,  though. You've already mortified yourself enough tonight.

You dropped your head back against the headrest and clenched your jaw. Ellie was still pressing and rubbing small circles over your cunt. Christ were you soaked. You felt like a feral animal clenching and twitching your fingers against the leather seats.

Combined with your drunkenness, fatigue and overwhelming horniness, the ride went on as a blur. You'd exerted all of your energy into not making a sound as you withstood Ellie's unrelenting touch...

You jolted when she patted your pussy playfully and grinned. "C'Mon. We're here."

You didn't reply. You only straightened yourself and climbed out of the car, mustering a quick 'thank you' the driver on your way out. Closing the door behind you. It was only now that you could focus and read Ellie's face. She looked predatory, almost.

You'd followed her inside, going up the steps into her apartment. It all felt so surreal. With a bated breath you watched her unlock the door and stepped in behind her, only having enough sense to half-assedly kick off your sneakers at the door.

You had  lost all care for your pride at this point. You just wanted to get off, for Christs sake.

"You're goddamn mean, you know that?" You sneered, fumbling with your own belt on autopilot.

Now that you were In the privacy of Ellie's home, you palmed yourself idly, relieving some of the painful tension shamelessly.

You winced as Ellie roughly grabbed you by your scalp, dragging you down the hallway into her bedroom.

"On the fucking bed.  Now. Or you're not cumming tonight." Ellie hissed. Voice laced with annoyance.

"Fuck.! Ugh,  fine. God, dude.." You murmured, falling back onto her mattress, sitting on your elbows and looking up at her as she stood at the foot of the bed.

She wasted no time in pouncing on you like an animal. Her body climbing itself overtop yours and pressing you deep into the mattress. You moaned, vulgarly as she pulled you into a wet kiss. It was so much more different this time. Sloppy, rough, passionate, you whined into Ellie's mouth at the force of her warm tongue shoving itself into your yours.

You exhaled through your nose messily, puffing against Ellie's face in relief as she tore your pants and boxers off in one go, then pushing your sweatshirt further up your body. Your  twitching stomach and bare, sopping cunt on full display.

She bit your lower lip harshly, hands scrambling to grip your thigh, forcing it further open while her free hand slithered to your pussy, rubbing ruthless circles on your wet clit.

You yelped, pulling back to moan. "—Ellie..!" You heaved.

She ignored you, mouthing wetly at your chin, then neck, moving down to your shoulder, growling to herself in arousal. You felt yourself blush hot with embarrassment as she pressed kisses into your skin.

You clawed blindly at her back, then pulled at her hair, giving weak attempts to push off her own clothes. She was still working her fingers over your cunt, so quickly you wondered how this girl was not developing carpal tunnel. Christ.

"A—augh..Ellie.. E-Ellie.." You protested, patting her back weakly. "E-Ellie I'm close.. please..p-please don't stop—" You whined, pathetic and breathy. Ellie had an iron grip on your thigh, fingers bruising your flesh as she kept you lewdly spread open.  In your defense, you were ready to cum ages ago. Ellie's teasing had you right on edge since the start. Fuck the foreplay, man.

"What, already?" She snickered, forcing her index and pointer finger inside you. You were so wet that the transition went smooth, her slender fingers stretching you open easily, lubed with your cum.

You gasped loudly, clawing and gripping her shoulders for stability. "—Ellie..!" You drawled.

Ellie pulled back to look at your face. Pumping her fingers into you, relishing in the disgusting squelches as she rested her clammy forehead against yours. "Had I known you could be taken apart like this.. I would've gone after you earlier, baby."

Your eyes welled with tears as her fingers jabbed directly into that spongey spot inside you, having your stomach squirm with pleasure. You attempted to choke out something, then dropped your head back and moaned. Loud. Your orgasm taking you by surprise.

She consistently pumped into you throughout it, swearing to herself as she felt your walls contract and squeeze around her slender fingers, prolonging your aftershocks as much as possible. 

You sniffled and pushed on her shoulders, quickly becoming overstimulated. "Ellie.." you whined.

Ellie continued to pump into you, eyes transfixed on your cunt, almost in awe to herself before she snapped back into reality, slowing into a stop. She pulled her hand away and watched your stretched hole flutter open a couple times, still drooling cum.

"Gosh, babe.."  She groaned. "Don't move."

Ellie stood up from the bed, digging trough the bin in her closet floor until she pulled out a familiar  device. You could only lay there, staring empty at the ceiling as you felt your spent, sensitive pussy twitch. Thinking about all of the events that had played out tonight.

You widened your eyes when Ellie was clambering back into bed, this time with a neoprene harness fastened to her hips, overtop her boxers.. with a translucent blue cock. 

"W-wait wait wait—Ellie I'm sensitive—" You protested, to no avail. Ellie was manhandling you onto your stomach. Not that you were putting up a fight. Truthfully you were exhausted, dizzy and still recovering from the orgasm, but you were dying to see where this was going. No way was she going to fuck you like this, was she..?

Ellie's rough callused palm between your shoulder blades pushed you into the mattress, your face gnashing into the pillows. God, this was shameful.

Ellie gripped and massaged your asscheeks in her hands, spreading them and staring at your holes lewdly. You clenched your eyes and dug your face deeper, trying to fight off the humiliation.

Your hips jolted as you felt her spit hotly overtop your holes, dripping down all over your pussy. She didn't need lube, no, you were soaked enough as is. She was reeling at the thought of fucking her spit into your body.

"Ellie—!" You barked. "T-that's s-so gross..!" You groaned, turning your face to the side to look at her, seeing her shit eating grin.

"You liked it, you sick freak. You're not very subtle baby."

You made an attempt to turn your body to your side but was pushed back down into the mattress. This time Ellie gripped your hips and forcibly began sliding her cock inside you.

You howled, muffled into the linens as your body stretched around her to accommodate the toy. "Ffffucking hell—" You wheezed. "E-Ellie.. I already came!"

Ellie bottomed out, then pulled out halfway, the toy coated in your translucent cum, then snapped it back in, gliding smoother this time back into your body. "I know."

You wheezed into the pillow, your sensitive cunt painfully pulsing around the toy as she fucked into you.  The head of the toy was gnashing directly against your cervix, punching out painful whines from you in unison with her thrusts. You could feel the pain permeating all the way into your belly.. strangely morphing into a new foreign kind of sick pleasure.

Ellie snapped her hips quickly into you. The only sounds in the room were the clammy claps of your skin, your pained moans and obscene squelching from your pussy.

It had quite literally only been minutes since you came, and yet.. another orgasm was building..

You frantically pawed behind you, gripping Ellie's wrist that was holding your hip. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you unconsciously gripped tighter around her.

"Ellie.." you cried weakly.

Her movements unrelenting, you felt a jarring orgasm force it's way through your body again. You heaved into the pillow, damn near squeezing the circulation out of Ellie's wrist as you shuddered through the waves.

Ellie was still thrusting into you, punching your cervix deeper into your body, making you yelp.

This was her fucked up way of making up for the denial earlier,  you supposed..

By the way Ellie was fucking into you, you realized she was most likely getting off on the strap herself. Grinding and swirling her hips against your body as her own clit pulsed wonderfully against the toy's base. Panting and moaning quietly to herself.

You winced and tugged her arm weakly, her grip still remaining. "P-please stop—I can't cum again.. Ellie.."

She hunched over to rest her forehead over your shoulder, using both hands to push you flat into the bed and cage your body beneath hers, still being jerked back and forth within the motion of her thrusts.

"J-just one more.. one more baby, okay?" She rasped hotly.

You went lax in defeat, your noises of pleasure and sobs mixing together as the girl fucked you into the mattress.  This time, there was no longer any buildup, only hot, wet pressure until you were being forced to withstand another intense, albeit shorter orgasm wreck it's way through your system. Your belly and legs painfully clenching and spasming.

Ellie feverishly humped into you, moaning to herself until she bumped into the strap just right, grinding into it as she came as well not long after.

You laid there, full body trembling as your still partially drunk mind attempted to process what was going on, recovering from your third, almost too painful to enjoy orgasm.

Ellie, still panting herself nuzzled into the crook of your neck, still hunched over you. She silently crept her hips back, the toy plopping out of you with a squelch slowly. She carelessly unfastened the strap and threw it in a random direction away from the bed. Thudding somewhere against the floor in the dark out of sight.

The both of you fell to your sides on top the bed,

panting and beyond exhausted.

Ellie reached out. Grabbing your hand and stroking the top with her thumb tenderly.

"Shower..?" She rasped. Exasperated.

You struggle out with the words on your mouth. "Water first.. please.."

She grinned, tired.

"Okay."

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[sturniolobsessed]

CHAMPAGNE AND SUNSHINE - M.STURNIOLO

Warnings : smut!, established relationship, p in v, physical touch, kissing, use of alcohol, use of pet names, shower sex, bedroom sex, teasing, driving kink, oral (male receiving)

Summary : after a bougie date with Matt, you head home and have some extra fun to round off the night

Authors note : I have a feeling that I’m gonna love writing this one (b4 I write)

Creds to @claudia-sturns for the idea

This fic is based completely off the song “champagne and sunshine” by PLVTINUM

Pink is y/n

Blue is Matt

Bold is song lyrics

Italics is thoughts

________________________________________

Matt’s POV

As me and y/n lay under the warm sun, hand in hand, I had never felt more at home

I looked over to her with a smile on my face and blush on my cheeks

She has tanned skin and light eyes, oh my she’s so damn fine

I wonder everyday how this beautiful goddess of a woman is my girlfriend

She got that rich girl, LA vibe and I love it, it means I get to spoil her more

I see her turn to look at me, her eyes being illuminated by the sun, and she has the cutest smile

She leans in to press her lips to mine and I instantly let her, leaning in the rest of the way and connecting our lips softly

“You make the best dates, my love.”

“Thank you, darling. Do you want me to pour you some champagne?”

“Please.”

I smile and lean over to the picnic basket, grabbing the bottle of expensive champagne

I pour us both glasses and I hand her one of them

“Cheers.”

“Cheers baby, to us.”

“To us.”

We clink our glasses together before taking a sip

I gaze over at my girlfriend, love in my eyes

“Come sit on my lap.”

She flashes me that gorgeous smile of hers before sliding over onto my lap

I put my hands on her thighs to hold her in place

I lean in closer, kissing on her neck while we laying under sunlight

[Timeskip]

Y/n’s POV

After long hours of kissing, drinking champagne and tanning under the sun, me and Matt head home

He starts to pack away all of the foods, drinks and the picnic blanket away into the basket

I stand up, dusting myself off and helping Matt to his feet

I feel his hand slip into mine, our fingers intertwining sweetly as we make our way over to the car

“Baby?”

“Yes, gorgeous?”

“Can I drive?”

He doesn’t reply but he simply gives me a look that tells me “no”

“Oh come onnn… please?”

I give him the puppy dog eyes, tilting my head to the side and taking both of his hands in mine

“Ugh fine! I can’t say no to that cute ass face.”

I smile and he places a little peck upon the top of my nose, grabbing my waist a little

Matt’s POV

I finally give in and let y/n drive, putting the picnic basket in the back seat and then getting into the passenger seat myself

I’m not used to sitting in the passenger seat because I’m always driving

Between me and my triplet brothers, Nick and Chris, I am the only one who can drive

It’s always, me in the drivers seat, Chris in the passenger seat and Nick in the back

But this time, I have to settle for passenger seat.. but I’ll do it cause I know she loves to drive

Anyway, I hop in the car next to her and let my head fall back onto the headrest, closing my eyes

She starts up the car and I peel my eyes open, watching as her delicate fingers steer the wheel

And how when she looks back to reverse, the light shines so beautifully on her tanned face

Also the way that her mouth falls so delicately open when she’s concentrating on the road

She looks so utterly perfect right now and I can’t help to think some dirty thoughts

“What would those fingers feel like around my dick?”

“What would that mouth taste like after she’s sucked my cock?”

I feel myself harden within my trousers, a large tent forming under my jeans

Y/n’s POV

As we are about 5 minutes from home, I gaze over to Matt and I see him writhing within his seat

“You alright, baby?”

“Yeah… just a little uncomfortable..”

I look evidently confused until I clock on, glancing down towards his crotch

“Oh baby, what’s got you going?”

“You..”

I smirk, placing my hand on his thigh to tease him

I decide to put my foot down a little, speeding up a couple notches so we can get home a little quicker

He starts to squirm more and I let my hand slide up and down his thigh

His head falls back against the headrest again, his eyes screwing shut

[Timeskip]

Matt’s POV

We finally reach the front door and I get out the car as quick as possible, racing to the house

Y/n follows behind me as well, leaving everything in the car

I quickly unlock the house and run up the stairs, kicking the door closed behind me

I reach my room and grab y/n by the waist, picking her up into my arms and kissing her aggressively

Our lips clash together harmonically, both of our eyes closing as my tongue gently slips into her mouth

“You’re so hot, baby.”

“Says you.”

She jumps down and undoes my jeans, lips still on mine

I giggle as she pulls me down to the floor, both of us falling with a crash

We both help each other get undressed, still with our lips still pressed firmly together

Once we are both undressed, I press her down onto the floor and spread her legs with my knee

“You ready?”

She nods and I lean down to kiss her on the forehead before I slide myself into her

Y/n’s POV

I feel Matt’s lips press to forehead and then his dick slowly slide inside my tight hole

His thrusts immediately start, not giving me any time to adjust to his size

“So fucking tight.”

I let out a loud moan as he speeds up his pace, his hand around my neck to hold me down

I arch my back as the pleasure slowly takes over my body

His thrusts slowly get faster and I can tell he is close

I clench around his dick, letting him know that I am close too

“You gonna cum?”

I nod, my eyes rolling back in my head and a loud moan escapes my lips

“Words baby.”

“Y-yes.. I’m s-so close.”

“Cum with me baby.”

And with that, I finish all over his dick as his warm cum shoots inside of me

His thrusts slow down as he helps me ride out my high before he pulls out

“Good girl, took it so well.”

Matt’s POV

I pull out of her and I lean down to kiss her soft lips, whispering praise in her ear

“Come on, love. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I pick her up off the floor, her legs shaking after her euphoric orgasm

Carrying her to the bathroom, her arms link around my neck and she starts kissing my neck again

I feel her sucking on my skin, clearly trying to give me a hickey

“Baby.. please.”

“What?”

“I can’t be arsed to hide a hickey.”

“Then don’t.”

She winks at me and I feel her legs stop shaking as I hold her, walking to the bathroom

I roll my eyes playfully and her lips let go of my neck, making a dark bruise on the skin

I accidentally glance at the mirror and I catch a view of the massive hickey she’s given me

“Y/nnnn..”

“Sorry.”

She giggles and hops in the shower, pulling me in with her

The hot water hits our sensitive skin and I can’t help stare at her beautiful body, her tits staring me right in the face

She lets her arms link around my neck again, her body pressing up against mine

“Round 2?”

I look down into her eyes and I see a hint of lust, along with love and care

“I’m really sensitive right now, love.”

“Pleaseeee?”

I don’t have time to disagree before she is on her knees in front of me, her hands wrapped around my cock

“No more- no more.”

“Come on Matty, you can do it.”

My eyes softly close as I feel her lips wrap around my dick, my tip hitting the back of her throat

I let out a loud moan as I feel her head bob up and down, her eyes still focused on mine

I finish a lot quicker this time because I am already sensitive, my cum shooting down her throat

She pulls her mouth away and looks at me with a smirk, swallowing it all

I place my hand on her face, gently stroking her cheek as she wipes her mouth

“Let’s get you cleaned up, ey?”

She winks at me and pressed another long kiss to my lips before helping me clean off my body

________________________________________

Taglist : @astrolynnworld @mangoposts

[rottencherrypie]

okay but hear me out, Kili and the song It’s Only Sex by Car Seat Headrest 🧎‍♀️

R-18+; It's Only Sex (No, It's Not) (Kili x Reader)

Summary - Only sex. That's what is was supposed to be between you and Kili, but it turns out he went into this deal already wanting more.

Warnings - Smut, language, afab!reader, fem!reader, leans more Modern AU (but nothing defining other than cigarettes), angsty (starts a bit angsty), yearning (Kili), simp!Kili (the man wants to be loved), reader is smoking (in both meaning hot and in the addiction way), poorly written smoking descriptions (I cannot smoke), implied previous sex, awkward dialogue (I feed on the cringe), poorly written kissing descriptions, french kissing, mention of female genitalia (reader), mention of nipples (reader), mention of male genitalia (Kili), handjob (Kili receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, a pinch of dom!reader, a pinch of sub!Kili, a hint of dom!Kili (towards the very end), slight orgasm denial (not on purpose, reader just struggles to orgasm at one part), mention of bodily fluids (reader and Kili), creampie, and maybe more (I got way too into this).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person (leans more Kili)

Word Count - 3,200+ (I got very into this)

A/N - I had never heard this song before this ask, and now I thank you greatly for introducing me to it as I have been searching for new music to listen to for a while now! This ask got me out of the depths of a deep writer's block, so I am sending you lots of virtual hugs and thanks for this! I do apologize if this is not what you were envisioning, but I hope you still enjoy the read! The reader has no defining features other than soft lips, flesh that jiggles while bouncing on dick, and being a smoker. Smut below!

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The scent of burnt ash swirled in the air, accompanied by the blueish-grey clouds of smoke that danced within it. The smoke danced with a hypnotic sway, one barely noticeable by the naked eye due to the faint orange glow that filled the room from the fireplace.

Though the thickness of smoke weighed heavy within the night's air, nothing weighed heavier than the tension between you and the auburn-haired man beside you.

The heat of his honey-colored gaze burnt into your delectable figure, watching as your soft lips wrapped around the slender cylinder. Your chest slowly expanded as you inhaled the thick smoke, the lids of your eyes fluttering closed for a split second as you savored the bitter, earthy flavor that flooded your lungs. As you held the smoke within your mouth, the weight of your hand dropped from your lips—the slender cylinder hovering inches away, the thick smoke dancing within the air like an incense, masking the smell of sex as it continued to sway.

The gray cloud grew larger as you released the smoke from your lips, adding to the dance above you before the gentle breeze of the night's air whisked it away—only the lingering scent of its smoke a reminder of where it had once been.

Rinse and repeat.

All the while, the pair of honey-colored eyes never left your beautiful figure. It was as if you were carved by the gods, every inch of you pure perfection—every curve a masterpiece, every 'imperfection' added to your beauty, and your face the most treasured part within the sculpture. Within his eyes, you were utter perfection—a goddess amongst immortals, the moon amongst stars, a siren within the coldness of the sea—yet he hadn't the courage to utter a single word.

What you were was just sex—only sex.

A sigh fell from his thin lips, his gaze drifting away from the softness of your lips and following the trail of smoke that left them. Watching as the gray swirl was whisked away by the chilled embrace of the night's air, yearning to embrace you in the very manner it was.

"What's wrong?" The melody of your voice broke through the sea of his thoughts, turning it into a muffled whisper rather than the overwhelming screams of yearning. "You never stare at the ceiling after. Did I do something wrong?" As you rose to sitting, the bed creaked beneath the shifting weight, a sound that would typically draw Kili's attention to you—yet it remained on the bland ceiling above.

"Just...thinking." He spoke, the tone of his voice not one you had heard before. The usual confidence that dripped off each word was now a drought, and the loudness of his voice was no louder than a whisper. It was distant as if he was a thousand miles away whilst still lying beside you.

"Of?" You questioned. The bed creaked beneath your body as you leaned closer to him. The heat of your figure emitted onto him, warming his equally chilled body as you inched closer to contact, yet never fully touching him—a wordless reminder of how close you were to being his, yet how he could never fully have you.

"Us."

The single word sent a chill down your spine, a sensation which caused the buds of your nipples to harden—though it could be argued that was due to the bitter nip of winter air grazing against them.

"Us?" You questioned, a brow raising in his direction as you raised the slender cylinder to your lips. Attempting to drown the awkwardness that clung in the air with a sea of smoke.

"Us." He repeated as his gaze finally drifted away from the ceiling, falling back to meet your gemstone-colored one. The sparkle that was nearly always within his eyes now dimmed, only glistening under the golden hue of the fireplace yet not as lively as it had once been. The lines upon his face slightly deepened, knitted into an expression of contemplation and worry as he stared at you—yearning for you to understand him without another word.

"Okay...?" The word left your lips in a bit of a question, the weight of your brows knitted together firmly as your mind began to search for a reasoning behind this sudden—less than fun—conversation. "Just spit it out, Kili." Another sigh escaped his lips as he slowly sat up, the bed creaking again as he leaned back against the plushness of the pillows—slightly flattened from the various nights he spent tossing and turning whilst thinking of you.

"I just..." The words clung within the back of his throat as a sense of unease began to bubble up beside them. What if this ruins things? What if you didn't like what he had to suggest? The soft blur of his auburn hair caught within your view as he attempted to shake his thoughts away. "I want more." He managed to utter, yet the words were no louder than a whisper—laced with the slightest waver of unease as his honey-colored eyes darted throughout the room, desperately searching for something to ground him.

"More than me?" "What?! No. No!" He quickly spoke, not allowing your question to hang in the air longer than the smoke of your cigarette. An irritated groan fell from his thin lips as he flopped further back into the plushness of pillows, causing the headboard to thump against the wall—a sound far too familiar for other reasons.

The air grew tense with every moment that passed without a word uttered. A knife would likely break if it attempted to cut the tension within the air.

Swallowing down his nerves, Kili began to speak again. "I want more...between us." His voice remained soft and uncertain, his gaze focused on the fireplace across from the bed—watching as the orange flames danced within their cage.

The weight within the air grew heavier, nearly suffocating, as a wave of unease swirled through it. The bitter taste of smoke could not drown the awkwardness that flooded your veins, the uncertainty that pounded within your heart, and how your mind seemed to agree with his.

"Kili, it's only sex—" "No, it's not." The sudden shift from uncertainty to confidence dried your mouth of all moisture, though there was little from the smoke that continued to flood it. "It has never been only sex, Y/N. Not for me." Though his gaze never left the fireplace, it was as if his words were staring into your soul.

"I have always liked you." As he began, all noise within his mind turned to static—including the speech he had planned countless times. C'mon, sexual desires, speak! He mentally cursed. "I know we said this would only ever be sex, but I only agreed because I want you. It hurts not having you." He spoke, his gaze slowly drifting away from the orange hues of the fireplace and following the trail of smoke that led to the softness of your lips.

Continuing the cycle of staring, yearning, and glancing away.

"To hold you tight." The bed creaked under the shifting of his weight as his body turned slightly, the heat of his melding with yours, yet his flesh never touched yours—as if he was more afraid of being burnt by you than the fireplace in front of his bed. "To sleep with you." As you snuffed out your cigarette, you rose a brow at the statement—allowing the words to slowly settle within his mind as your gemstone gaze burned into him.

"But in the literal sense." The words rushed out of his thin lips as a faint twinge of rouge began to paint his cheeks, the flesh of his cheeks nearly as warm as the nearby fire. "Maybe only in the literal sense for a night..." He whispered, his honey-colored gaze bore into yours as the familiar weight of silence filled the air.

And as the heaviness of nothing filled the air, nothing needed to be said.

The sudden warmth of your palm enveloped his stubbled cheek, daring him to lean into the soothing softness of your touch—yet he would not be allowed to make that decision. Before anything could be said or done, the warmth of your soft lips encased the roughness of his thin ones.

The faint taste of smoke filled his senses as the lids of his honey-colored eyes fluttered closed, the weight of his head sunk into the warmth of your palm—turning ever so slightly as your lips melded together in a hypnotizing dance for what felt like both hours and mere moments. It was as if the entire world faded, and nothing but you two existed within the moments your lips interlocked.

A warmth trickled into your veins, a sensation of peace flowing throughout them as your lips continued to meld together. Your lips parted slightly, the tip of your tongue swiping against the pearly gates of his mouth which soon parted, granting your tongue access to his warmth.

The taste of your previous pleasure still stained his mouth, a bitter yet sweet tang that you had tasted upon his lips various times—yet it felt different this time as your tongue swirled with his: a breathless dance of passion, one that soon turned sloppy and desperate.

A war fought between the softness of your lips and the roughness of his, one which had no true rhyme or reason—no need to fight, just the roaring flame of passion that had quickly turned into a raging fire.

As your lips left the roughness of his, the tingling warmth within your veins did not stop. It felt right, as if this was meant to happen—a sensation you felt each time you laid with him.

"I..." The words caught within his throat as the lids of his eyes fluttered open, there was little to be said—little that could be said—yet the kiss answered every question that had played endlessly within his mind.

The familiar taste of your lips against his further silenced all thoughts within his mind as waves of warmth rang throughout both of your bodies. The weight of his sturdy arms hung loosely behind the back of your neck as he sunk further into your lips, savoring the smoky tang of them as the prickle of his bearded cheek rubbed against the smoothness of your palm.

He was putty within your hands, prepared to be molded into whatever you desired him to be. The softness of your hand departed from his cheek, slowly gliding down the length of his neck, following the trail down to his hairy chest—a shiver roamed down his spine at the sensation as your hand firmly rested upon the curly sea of hair upon the toned mass of his chest. The weight of your palms pressed against his chest, pushing him away from your lips and turning him onto his back, causing the bed to creak: which it continued to do as you got on top of him.

The smooth warmth of your palm found its way around the throbbing hardness of his cock. A soft groan escaped Kili's lips as your grasp tightened around the hardness, soon gliding upon it with ease thanks to the lingering essence of sex that still stained his cock.

"Fuck." He breathed, the weight of his head falling back against the plushness of the pillows beneath him as the tip of your thumb grazed over the throbbing, leaking head of his cock—smearing the off-white liquid of pre-release around the reddened tip before releasing it from under the pressure of your thumb as the tightened grasp sunk to the thick base.

The hardness of his manhood throbbed within your grasp, twitching in pleasure—or perhaps a mere amount of pleasurable pain—whenever your grasp clenched around it. A wordless reminder that both his cock and him were yours, even if it was merely for sex.

As you shifted your weight, adjusting your position to one more comfortable, you rose the angered head to your dripping entrance—slowly rubbing the sensitive part against your open, leaking core. A desperate whine slipped through Kili's lips as his hands clenched around the smoothness of sheets beneath him, balling them within his fists as his muscles clenched in anticipation.

A whine soon heard as you slowly sunk yourself upon the throbbing member, feeling every inch splitting your walls open as you allowed gravity to sink it even deeper within your warm, wet, spongy core.

Your motions started slow, allowing only the smallest amount of his thickened length out of your cunt—enough to glide upon it—before you sunk yourself back down, yet they gradually began to increase in speed.

The bed creaked and groaned under each motion of your hips; the flesh of your body recoiled with each harsh motion of your hips as you continued to pleasure yourself with his length. The weight of your head began to fall back, arching your chest closer to his view as you continued to fuck yourself upon the thickness of his cock.

The air that had once filled with awkwardness and smoke now danced with the shared sounds of pleasure and the scent of sex.

"Shit." Kili uttered under his breath, the grasp he held upon the smooth sheets beneath him began to loosen as one of his hands shot up from the bed—encasing the smoothness of your hip as you continued to ride him. The grasp he held upon you was firm, an anchor to keep him from drifting away in the sea of pleasure, yet tender with subtle squeezes of affection each time the mushroom tip reached your most pleasurable spot.

As your hips rose and fell in a mindless pattern, his hips began to buck up against yours—meeting each sinking movement with a thrust, pushing his cock even deeper into your most sensitive spots. Your inner walls fluttered around his cock at the sensation, a gasp falling from your plump lips as the pace of your hips began to quicken.

A burning sensation began to spread throughout your hips—and his as well—yet you did not cease your actions; instead they increased in momentum with each pleasurable thrust he made against you. The sound of your gasps of pleasure weighed heavy within the air as the weight of your head sunk back further, hanging on by the thread of your neck as your back continued to arch into a position that would likely leave you sore tomorrow.

As the burn within your hips neared too much, the sudden rough caress of Kili's calloused thumb grazed against your swollen bundle of nerves. Your head snapped up at the sensation, your hips jolting back at the sudden touch as an electric sensation began to spread within your veins—starting from your cunt.

"Oh my—fuck!" Incoherent cries of pleasure fell from your soft lips as his calloused thumb swirled against your cunt. All motion within your hips came to a halt as you sunk to the very base of his thickened cock, allowing it to twitch and stir within the warm grasp of your soaked inner walls.

His cock remained stagnant in your cunt for only a few moments, allowing you to grow used to the pleasurable sensation of the swirls upon your clit before life returned to them. The pace he held was steady, nearly slow yet deep. It was harsh enough to cause your body to jolt—and your cunt to twitch in pleasure around his length—yet not enough to cause you pain.

That would be for a later date.

His cock continued to carve itself within you, thumping against your most special spongy spot with each stern thrust of his hips. The thrusts were calculated, as if he was attempting to prove his worthiness of you by fucking you senseless.

"Fuck! Right there, Kili!" You managed to squeak out as the leaking tip of his cock pressed into your most sensitive spot, a command he did not need to be repeated. The speed of his hips quickened, the pace they held growing more animalistic and sloppy as the lids of his eyes squeezed shut—desperately attempting to hold himself back from staining your inner walls white with his seed in the hopes you would release before him.

As his thumb continued to swirl around your sensitive clit, applying the most pleasurable amount of pressure, your inner walls began to clench around him. Your hips mindlessly bucked against him, your breaths growing uneven as your entire body began to clench at the building sensation. A familiar, burning static began to spread throughout your body—inching closer and closer to the peak, yet staying a breath away from release.

It grew almost frustrating how close yet far you were from receiving the release you so desperately chased after—the corners of your eyes staining with tears of anticipation as your hips mindlessly rocked against his as they jutted into you. A sheen of sweat glistened upon your body, shimmering beneath the orange glow of fire as the flame of pleasure refused to rise within you—a sensation you both liked and disliked.

"Fucking hell—please, please, please—" You chanted mindlessly as Kili continued to pound into you. The mindless pleading was directed towards no one directly, though it sent a wave of pleasure throughout Kili's body as he sunk further into the grasp of your drenched cunt—savoring the momentary power you had given him.

"Do it." He breathed, the bed creaking yet again as he shifted himself into a sitting position. His grasp never left your hip, and his thumb never left your clit as it swirled upon it. The heat of his breath grazed against the sensitive flesh of your chest as he leaned up to you, the lids of his eyes opening allowing his honey-colored gaze to finally meet yours as he pounded into you—watching how your face contorted in pleasure each time his throbbing length jutted into you.

"Let go." The short sentence was all it took to send you over the edge of pleasure, a familiar static burnt throughout your very being as the essence of your pleasure drenched down upon your length—soaking upon his sack as he continued to buck into you.

Though the room felt heavy, you felt weightless—as if you were but the same gray smoke that once danced throughout the air. All had turned to static to you, even the sound of your cries of pleasure and the hiss Kili made as your nails dug into the sturdiness of his shoulders—you could not remember when you had grabbed hold of him, but the angered marks your nails left in their wake proved you had.

As you slowly came down from the floating high of pleasure, the warmth of his seed flooded into your womb. Your inner walls clenched and quivered around him in response, pushing most out and staining his balls and the sheets beneath him in the process—yet he cared not about it.

The heat of his breath melded with yours, breathing in the air of each other's pleasure as you stared at one another mindlessly. The warmth of his hand departed from the flesh of your hip—the other now hovering above your clit—as it slowly rose to the softness of your cheek, encasing the heated flesh in a tender touch as his eyes bore into yours.

Though no word was spoken, everything was said in those breaths. A connection that could not be denied by either side; it was more than only sex.

[captainpricelover]

In the car, really?

Captain price x f!reader

Wordcount- 0.8k

Warnings: Smut!! Car sex, Public sex, P in V sex, Breeding kink, possessive!Price. Price missed you after a long mission and shows you that in his own special way.

Names used: Honey, Hun, Baby.

After an extended mission, you pick your boyfriend up from the airport. It's the middle of the night and no one else is around. It's raining heavily and you're playing your favourite Lana del Rey song through the Bluetooth speaker.

Prices smile at you as opens the driver-side door, he leans over and presses the release button on your seatbelt before lifting you into his arms and pulling you out of his car while practically squeezing you to death.

“Missed’cha, honey,”

 John states while planting small kisses all over your face, his overgrown mutton chops scratch your face while he does. You make a mental note to tell him to trim them later. You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull in him closer

“I missed you too baby!”

The parking lot near the base is empty and dark, the only light coming from the moon and inside your car. You and Price share a long-awaited romantic moment as the raindrops fall around the two. He places his bonnie hat on top of your head as he breaks the kiss. The hat smells of Price; cigars, gunpowder and whiskey with a hint of some expensive cologne.

He smiles as he sits down in the driver's seat “Let's go home,” 

“You’re tired, let me drive,” You say while attempting to stop him from getting in

“No, it's fine really. To be honest darling your driving stresses me out,”

“Aren’t you a charmer,” 

Laughter erupts from the both of you. Price pulls you into his lap as he finally sits down.

“I missed that laugh,” 

He sighs, Price never talks about his missions but you could tell that they affect him. The rain starts hammering on the roof of the car.  

“Let me show you how much I missed you,”

 Price's hands start to explore your entire body. His fingers play with the hem of your skirt as he thrusts his hips only to discover 

“No knickers, huh?” 

“Was meant to be a surprise for later”

“Well I am very surprised baby, but your cunt is soaking my work trousers,”

“We’re going to fuck in the car aren't we?”

“You read my fucking mind, hun!” 

With that, your skirt is flipped over, with your ass out for anyone to see. His fingers grip the flesh as he humps his clothed cock on your wet pussy. You move your hand down his torso past his chiselled abdomen and to the large tent in his trousers. He flinches as soon as your fingertips make contact.

“Fuck, I need you, baby, haven’t fucking touched myself in weeks.”

“I need you too, missed your cock inside me,” 

Price’s zipper gets undone in one quick movement. Your hand quickly pulls his manhood out of his boxers before moving up and down his shaft. He lets out some small groans as his head flings back, hitting the headrest of the seat. The fingers that press into your ass push you back slightly as John aligns his cock with your entrance. He might have pushed you back slightly too fast as your ass makes contact with the centre of the steering wheel causing a loud honking sound to echo throughout the parking lot. A roar of laughter escapes Price’s lips before being shortly followed by your own giggling. His manhood enters you as he pulls you in closer, away from the wheel. A moan exits your lips stopping your chuckling. You bite your lip in an attempt to quieten the noise

“Don’t, I want to hear you” 

He commands using his captain voice. So you let go of your bottom lip because of course, you got to follow his orders. You move your hips up and down, slowly grinding yourself against his cock. One of your hands moves up to secure his bonnie hat on your head while the other wraps place itself over Price’s shoulder. His movements speed up as more low groans escape his lips.

“Missed you, John. The house is so empty without you” You manage to say in between moans.

“Gonna knock you up, so you ain’t lonely anymore,” 

“I was thinking of a dog, but that could work too,” You joke but it flys over his head

“Fill your cunt with my cum. You wanna be filled huh?”

His thrust gets faster. He is actually going to go through with this. You're getting close. He squeezes you tighter as he becomes rougher. You let go of his hat and wrap your arms around his neck as you get closer to your orgasm. The movements of your hips become in sync with his thrusts. All of a sudden you feel a bite on your neck, it’s John, he only does this when he's feeling possessive which turns you on even more. 

“I’m going to cum!” You practically scream

“Cum for me, honey,” 

And with that, you unravel. Your whole body shakes as you reach your high. Your cunt squeezes around his cock which causes him to finish as well. His cock shoots hot cum inside you before he slowly pulls out. 

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, John,” You smile as you look in his eye. You can make a shape that's reflected in his pupils. It's a car. You snap your head around only to see a man with a skull face staring back at you.

[chososperiodblood]

Bumpy Ride - Choso

Tags!! Choso x fem!reader , tags; just friends? ;) , nsfw , friend group road trips , u sit in Choso’s lap (i will never let this trope go!!)

warnings: smut (minors dni.) , accidental boners , dry humping/frottage , semi-public sex?? no penetration though

You and Choso have started a talking since you both were forced to be partners in a collage project. Of course you were chill about it, your personality was really extroverted and you were often told “you talk to everyone” or “your so popular!” But you still denied and said you only surround yourself with people that are healthy for you. Choso on the other hand was the complete opposite and was a introverted person, who surrounded himself with the wrong people. Even if he had little to no friends. Choso hung out with people that always look down on him and use him but clearly he was too delirious to tell the difference. You had to create a 3D model of a dream city you were to live in, like in a dream. This project seems fun but it goes down hill really quickly. “So!! What’s your dream world about? Are you in a dystopian world or a utopia?” You ask in a cheerful mood. “Uh-dystopian” he says while glancing to the wall. “That’s cool! Hav—“ “do you even shut up?” Choso interjects. Your jaw dropped in shock. “Since when could he stand up for himself” you Mutter under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. “Your doing this on purpose.. aren’t you?” Of course you were! Seeing if you could get a rise outta him was your alternative goal after all! Even if it means being risky.

It’s the next week and you and your friends are going on a road trip to see sights that could be apart of your design.

It’s getting late as gojo’s “chill” playlist plays through the stereo, the hum of the car filling the tight space with relaxing white noise. the sun has already set, a dusty blue settling over the highway. everything seems peaceful—geto sits in the window seat, his headphones plugged into his switch, playing video games in silence. Itadori is already asleep in the middle seat, head tilted back against the headrest behind him as he hugs the backpack that sits in his lap like it’s a teddy bear. Megumi had called dibs on riding passenger yesterday, so there he sits, watching some random movie on his phone while gojo sings along quietly to the song flowing through the car’s speakers.

everything seems peaceful… and it would’ve been if it weren’t for the fact that you had lost rock, paper, scissors before you all embarked on your trip. and now here you sit in Choso’s lap, holding onto the door handle to ground yourself as his hands are strictly placed at his sides with his earbuds plugged in his ears, eyes shut. you aren’t sure if he’s asleep or not, but you don’t want to wake him if he is. you shift slightly to move your foot from under itadori’s (you have no idea how you even got into this position), scooting back a bit as you almost slip off of Choso’s lap as Gojo aggressively switches lanes, mumbling a “fuckers don’t know how to drive”. your legs are starting to cramp from sitting so stiffly. you don’t want to move too much and make Choso uncomfortable, but you’ve been in this position for an hour and you are starting to get a little sleepy as well. Your “slight” movements wake Choso up. “what’s up?” he asks, voice a bit drowsy. you feel a little bad, realizing that he was probably half-asleep, so you shoot him an apologetic smile. “i was wondering if i could lay back so i can nap?” you sound a little timid, but relief fills your chest as he simply nods, opening his arms slightly so you can lay back against his body. you flash him a little sleepy smile as you mutter out a thanks before letting your eyes flutter shut. finally.

you feel Choso’s arms circle around your torso to hold you steady and let your body relax, your muscles beginning to untense from your previously uncomfortable position. letting your head rest back against his shoulder, you scoot up a bit to get cozy. you can feel his fingers pressing into your skin from over your thin sweater, trying not to think too much about your current position. Choso is your friend. he probably isn’t thinking anything of it, so you shouldn’t either. your body flashes with a wave of heat, your face growing warm as you pretend to drift off to sleep. you try to tell yourself that he probably doesn’t realize how his dick rubs against your core with every bump in the road—that he doesn’t realize how you feel your panties growing wetter and wetter with every pothole, every turn. and then you feel it. something poking against your heat through your shorts. he doesn’t say anything, so you don’t either, biting your lip to keep in any noises as he adjusts his hips again. his arms are tight around your waist, your hand coming to hold onto his arm in acknowledgment. no words are spoken, but you hear him sigh lowly as you test the waters, just barely rocking your hips against his crotch. pleasure fills your body at the movement, feeling yourself start to drip through your shorts—you’re glad you chose to wear an all-black outfit. Choso’s hips slightly buck up against your core, the fabric of your panties brushing against your clit, and you let out a quiet, restrained noise— Gojo’s music is just loud enough to cover up the sound. your entire body is warm as Choso gently moves you back and forth over his erection by his hold on you, his heavy breathing filling your ears. he presses you down harder and you bite your lip to stop any noises, grinding down on his lap to chase that feeling building up in your stomach.

“Choso have you seen—“ gojo squeals, but Choso is fast “asleep” you feel your heart drop in your stomach, your mind growing dizzy at the thought of almost being caught. a minute passes before Choso is holding you down against him once again, harder this time. the pants in your ear pick up, a low, stifled moan leaving his lips. it’s all too much, your cunt gushing as he thrusts up into your clothed heat, hitting you perfectly every time. “i’m gonna cum,” he mumbles lowly in your ear, and the words themself have your pussy clenching, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you as your body tenses up. you shake in his arms as you hear him grunt quietly before feeling a warmth spread underneath you. your body buzzes with ecstasy as you sink back against him, the back of your neck covered in a thin layer of sweat from your ministrations. Choso’s chest rises and falls deeply against your back, his hands brushing over your thighs softly before returning to your torso to pull you closer. your eyes open briefly, turning your head a bit to see his flushed state—his bangs stick to his forehead and his lips are parted as he breathes heavily. his eyelids are still shut, his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. “thank you,” he whispers quietly before his eyes open, finding yours easily in the dark of the car. you give him a small smile, your fingers brushing over his forearm before your eyes shut in exhaustion. you have no idea what any of this means, but you’d talk about it once you were alone. feeling his body relax into the seat of the car, you let yourself drift off to the quiet music flowing out of the stereo. But will you ever finish this project?…

OKAY WOAH THAT WAS ALOT UMMM ABAHAHWHAAHAHAH FIRST FIC LASMOSDIDHDB