#the manspreading and knee waving

[girldriveroscar]

feel like not enough ppl r aware of 19 yr old renault oscar randomly getting juiced with insane charisma

[myownwholewildworld]

gif by @\pedrospascaled

“for emergencies only” — an oldman!joel miller drabble

main masterlist | ao3 pairing: oldman!jackson!joel miller x f!reader summary: joel has a lil' accident, but you know exactly how to help. or joel cums in his boxers a bit too early and you feed him a blue pill for endurance. a/n: uhm... yeah, hi? i promise you this fic wrote itself, i almost had nothing to do with it. i am so fucking feral over this man, can't flush him out of my system. lord have mercy... 🙇‍♀️ tags/warnings: 18+, mdni. pwp. filthy smut. joel cums in his boxers like the old man he is. mortified!joel but you make him feel good i promise <3 use of viagra. kneading the bulge, kissing the bulge, worshipping the bulge. pussy eating. face/nose riding. squirting. fingering. your slick is his hair gel (scent marking? idk). blowjob. you go cowgirl on him because the poor man can't do extraneous exercise, protect his bones. unprotected piv. creampie. age gap, no age gap, your choice. petnames. no description of reader other than afab. w/c: ~4.2k

Joel let go of a big sigh, knees cracking as he sat down on the couch. Even taking a shower was damn exhausting at his age—he preferred it when you scrubbed his back in the bath, massaged his biceps and forearms, gently squeezed his dick while the movement created rippling waves in the water.

He’d only managed to comb through his dry, silvery curls, to throw a worn shirt and some loose boxers on, before he needed to take a break. He was getting too old to go on long, extenuating patrols. Perhaps Joel should take up Tommy’s offer and solely focus on managing the construction in Jackson. He’d have more time with you that way too.

His mind was drifting away, thinking about all the things he would do to you in his free time, when his most delicious desire materialised in front of him. His precious little thing—you.

“Why are you so lonely over here, handsome?” you teased, lips curling into a sinful smile.

You lost no time, sitting beside him, snuggling up to his side. Joel’s arm draped around your shoulders instinctively, his fingertips tracing lazy circles on your collarbone.

“I dunno, someone didn’t want to join me in the shower…” he pouted slightly, a laugh tearing up your throat as you poked his ribs with one finger.

“I told you to wait for me, but you’re a grumpy old man who has no patience,” you reproached jokingly.

His eyes rolled back in exasperation, but you were right. He’d just wanted to hop in the shower as soon as he got home, ready to dust off the fatigue of the day.

“Whatever,” he mumbled, shrugging.

His hand slowly moved away from your collarbone up to your neck. Carefully, his fingers dug around your throat, just enough for you to look up at him and gape for air—the sweet pressure on your trachea making you gasp like a little fish out of the water.

“Give your old man a kiss, will ya?” he husked, bowing down his head.

You reached up to him, mouth agape, almost touching his lips. You froze there, your sight simmering with need, awaiting his permission… and when his eyes flicked with lust, you closed the distance and pressed your lips on his.

The kiss quickly became sloppy, your spit coating the stubble around his mouth. Muted, needy moans bubbled up your windpipe—an irresistible call of nature, silently begging him to give you what you wanted, what you needed.

How could he resist you? Joel simply couldn’t, especially when your hand landed on his knee and the making out session came to an end, the tip of your nose tracing his jawline before you pressed a kiss to his beating jugular and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Your palm squeezed the back of his hairy knee, slowly sliding it up his thigh whilst he manspread on the couch. His brown eyes tracked your every move, his legs’ muscles tensing as you playfully approached his groin. A pull in his soft tummy made him flinch when you reached the dip between his crotch and thigh, his cock hardening at the seductive tease.

A throaty moan rumbled through his chest when you tightly gripped the flesh of his inner thigh, thumb lazily stroking the outline of his shaft over the boxers.

“You’re a bit starved for touch today, aren’tcha?” you nudged him, lips pressed against the shell of his ear.

His cock twitched.

“And whose fault is that?” he snapped back, nerves on edge.

You simply giggled, shaking your head as your hand finally cupped his growing bulge. Gently kneaded him, massaging his aching balls over the fabric. Joel could feel the warmth of your touch seeping through the boxers, compelling him to grow bigger, harder, thicker.

Your palm rubbed against the covered length of him, then dropped to his sacks again—and, irremediably, his hips bucked up, bare heels dug in the wooden floor. He thoroughly enjoyed it when you cupped his balls like that—lovingly, languidly, exquisitely, taking the weight off him so he could find some bliss.

Seeing you so locked in on his pleasure, your tongue darting out to wet your lips… It just added to your appeal, another reason to love you. Because he did—fuck, yes he did, with all his fucking heart.

Suddenly, you squeezed his balls a bit too harsh, holding your grip as if your life depended on him, kissing his jawline. The unexpected squash on his testicles forced a moan out of him—and something else.

A firing pulse took a hold of him, surging down from his spine directly into his balls, and inevitably his cock throbbed with releasing strength. Joel couldn’t have stopped himself even if he wanted to. He first felt the sticky warmth soaking his boxers, and his eyes quickly shot down to his lap.

There was a wet, growing spot on his underwear. He’d fucking cummed in his boxers like an inexperienced teenager—or the old man he was, despite how adamant he was to deny it—and he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

Embarrassed wouldn’t even start to cover it. Joel was fucking mortified.

His mouth ran dry, heartrate throbbing in his eardrums like a shameful cacophony. This had never occurred before—cumming way too early in his loose boxers, the proof right there for you to see, staining the grey fabric. It happened so fast, so intensely, Joel hadn’t had the time to rein in his own orgasm.

His face flushed with abasement; the tips of his ears hot as embers. Unwrapping his arm from around your shoulders, Joel leaned back, his head slacking back and resting on top of the couch. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his free hand tight in a fist, before a trembling sigh escaped his lips.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he whispered, unable to look at you.

“Oh, it’s okay, baby,” you replied reassuringly, your tone too sweet for the circumstances you both were in. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, forcing his hand out of his face. “This just proves how much you love me, so much you can’t even resist me. It’s hot.”

Joel finally had the courage to look you in the eye, a cocked brow showing his disbelief.

“Hot? You think it’s hot I just came in my boxers with a lil’ tugging?” he repeated out loud, unable to believe what you just had said. “I’m not even hard, sweetheart. It’s… humiliating.”

You nodded to his question, your top teeth sinking in your plump bottom lip. Your eyes locked in on his as your hand travelled down his frame, your thumb stroking the obvious wet spot in his underwear.

“Mhm,” you cooed with a playful grin. “Very hot, not humiliating. And I can fix that. Fix him so we can have a good cuddle.”

“I don’t think I can…” you silenced him with a kiss before you got up from the couch and disappeared into the kitchen without another word.

A minute later you were back, towering above him with a sinful little smirk, one hand hidden behind your back.

“Open your mouth,” you requested.

“Huh?”

“Just open it for me, please?” you dragged the last word, blinking rather exaggeratedly.

Joel huffed his disagreement, but ended up obeying. His tongue slid out, patiently waiting for whatever you had in mind. With a flourish, you opened your fist to reveal a blue pill. His eyes lighted up in understanding—he thought he had run out of viagra.

“I always keep a secret stock,” you confessed, reading his mind. “For emergencies only.”

Slowly, you set the pill down on his tongue, your thumb caressing the tip of his wet muscle before you retreated to let him close his mouth. Before Joel could swallow, you bowed down to kiss him, your tongue pushing the pill down his throat with a little needy moan.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, the pill secure in his belly now. It was just a matter of time, but meanwhile…

“Let me make it up to you, sweetheart,” he growled, the taste of your sweet cunt haunting him. “You deserve to be eaten out—so thoughtful of your old man. It’s what you enjoy most, right? Having your swollen pussy drooling all over my face, leaking into my mouth…”

His words had an immediate effect on you. Joel knew exactly how to get you off—not that you needed any more encouragement. Your clit was already palpitating, your hole gushing for his attention. The promise of a good pussy eating was everything you’d hoped for after feeding him that viagra pill.

You straightened your back, ready to get started, and Joel slithered off the couch until he was sat on the floor, his achy back leaned against the bottom part of the sofa. He sat back a little, his head resting on the edge of the couch while your pants and underwear dropped to the floor.

“Someone’s eager,” he taunted when you kicked off your clothing to one side.

“Oh, that’s an understatement,” you exhaled sharply.

Joel curled one long, thick finger at you to invite you to sit on his face, and that was exactly what you did.

You knelt on the sofa, his head right between your thighs, and you anchored your hands to the back of the furniture. His warm breath fanned your pussy, a shiver running up your spine. His broad, calloused hands ran up the back of your legs, coaxing your ass cheeks apart so your slit would crack open for him.

“My sweet girl… You’re already so wet,” he tutted at you, pecking your perineum, the tip of his aquiline nose tickling your entrance. “You really like your old man, don’tcha?”

You were about to answer when Joel lapped your entire seam in one smooth motion before his mouth latched onto your pulsing clit. You sobbed audibly, head lolled back, fingers curling tightly around the cushion of the backrest. Only managing a hushed “mhm,” Joel suckled on your throbbing nub again, pulling the hood back with his tongue.

A myriad of stars danced behind your eyelids when Joel gently nibbled at your bud, his middle finger sliding in your tight hole to rub that precise spot inside your cunt. He ate you out diligently—sucked, licked, bit, flicked your clit… rinse and repeat. Your pussy fluttered around his finger, your moans louder than they should have been considering the thin walls of the house. Sensing your desperation, Joel’s finger slipped out with a pop, to quickly fill your drooling entrance with his tongue.

It was too much—deliciously so. When you thought you’d had the best head ever, Joel always outdid himself. His wet muscle thrusted in and your pussy reciprocated with stuttering squeezes on his tongue. He didn’t falter, not even for a breather—as if he was trying to pull something out of your cunt.

“Jo-Joel…” you mewled, half whimper, half prayer.

You were so drenched, you could feel a flood forming in your womb—a heap of your arousal waiting to drip into his mouth. A tight coil low in your belly with a strangling force, so intense your shut eyes were tearing up, the drops of your silent cries sliding off your temples. Joel didn’t leave a spot unattended, worshipping your puffy pussy lips, your gushing hole, your thudding clit with his tongue and teeth.

Unable to rein in your own lust anymore, you dropped one hand and fisted his hair, forcing him to stay put, still between your trembling thighs. Your body was asking to take control, to let go of the tethers of decency—not that you had much left anyway.

“Wanna ride my face, hm?” Joel muttered with a shaky laugh.

“Mhmmm,” you moaned, shaking your head yes, your bottom lip twitching.

“Go on, baby, use me,” and then he rolled your bundle of nerves between his teeth.

That was the last straw—his words, your undoing. So you did exactly that. Still anchoring his head to the couch, you rocked your hips on his face, just once. His nose traced the entirety of your slit, catching on your clit, and you whined. A second later you were completely sat on his face, almost smothering him, while you rode not only his face, but specifically his nose.

Looking down, you saw his forehead reappear when your hips moved back. Every time you glided over him, the coil tightened and the flood dropped further down in your uterus. Stilling, you circled your waist on his mouth, and then resumed the riding.

It happened too quickly. Suddenly, the dam in your pussy just gave way, and you squirted all over his face while the most wanton moan tore up your throat, your vocal chords feeling raw from so much screaming. The biggest wave—no, tsunami—of your life washed over you, your thighs quivering like crazy while you locked them shut around his head.

Joel eagerly drank everything you offered him, groaning below you like a thirsty man who had not tasted water in days. For a long minute you couldn’t control the spasms of your cunt, dripping onto his nose, mouth and chin, your slick running down his neck and wetting the neck of his shirt.

Heaving, all your muscles finally relaxed, and you dropped to one side to release Joel from the imprisonment of your thighs. A side glance at Joel told you that he was licking off your juices from anywhere his tongue could reach, and that vision made you whimper again.

“I… Uh…” you mumbled, incapable of finding the words to describe what had just happened. “That was… the best head you’ve ever given me, you handsome old man.”

“You mean the best head you’ve ever had, full stop. Right?” he joked while he planted his hands on the edge of the couch to push himself up and sit besides you, his knees loudly cracking.

You laughed, nodding vehemently as you curled up to his side. His face was still wet from your cum, so you swept off some of it for him, kissing it away. The curls freely hanging over his forehead were damp with your slick too, and just that sight made your clit throb again. Raking your fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, you combed it back with the product of your arousal.

“You don’t need hair gel if you’ve got me,” you said with a smile, and Joel tsked before letting go of a hearty chuckle.

“My personal hairdresser,” Joel quipped.

His laugh died in his mouth when your taunting hand flew to his bulge again. This time, he was extremely hard. Balls loaded and heavy, cock drumming.

“How’s my toy doing? Ready?” It was a rhetoric question, you could feel how ready he was.

“All… yours,” his words hitched, eyes darkening with a burning desire.

Without wasting another second, you knelt before him on the floor, his thighs spread open to house your frame. You couldn’t resist to lean forward and kiss the wet spot on his underwear, stealing a quick taste. Licking off the stain, you gazed up at him.

Joel was watching your every move with predatory attention, his tight fists resting to either side of him. Trying to convey calmness, but you could feel the eagerness simmering under the surface.

You buried your face in his bulge again, rubbing him over the fabric with your mouth, lips and cheeks. Kneaded him with worshipping heed, pulling the textile between your teeth, drunk with the crispy, sticky sound the wet boxers made when they unglued from his damp cock. Feeling his heartbeat, you inhaled keenly—his scent swarming your senses.

You could spend hours like this, with your face tucked away in his groin, feeling the length of him hardening against your cheek. But you were anxious to shove him down your throat.

Your fingers curled around the waistband of his old man’s loose boxers, and Joel lifted his hips off the pillows just enough for you to pull them down his legs, tangled around his ankles. His dick sprung free, swaying in front of you like a tasty lollypop. Cockhead flushed and painfully red, the vein on his underside visibly pulsing, his heavy, full balls tightened up into the base of his dick. And then the cum he’d been so embarrassed about, topping his mushroom head and sliding off his shaft.

It really was a beautiful sight. You pushed his girthy length against his soft tummy and lapped at his balls first, to then find your way up his shaft until your lips sealed shut around his angry cockhead, cleaning off all his nutty spent.

Joel groaned above you, shifting his position ever so slightly, and was gentle enough to caress your cheek with his thumb before he gave you a soft smack.

“Careful not to choke, sweetheart. Take it easy,” he growled, words dying off when you pushed him down your mouth, the hoarse curls at the base tingling your nose. “Easy does it.”

With your mouth full, you gave free rein to your instincts. Took him out completely, a bridge of saliva linking your lips to the tip of his cock, and then shoved him down your throat again. You gagged and whimpered at the same time, precum and spit overflowing from the corners of your mouth. How the end of him hit your uvula, breaching past it… it was the most elated you had ever felt.

Your pace quickly picked up, and soon enough you were bobbing your head on his lap to the point that tomorrow you’d have a stiff neck. But it would be completely worth it. Sucking him off, your tongue swirled around his leaky cockhead to then nip at it. Closing your mouth, you slid his tip over your clenched teeth and lips, making a mess of your face.

“Eaaaasy… Fuck, stop,” Joel tugged at your hair.

You had been so lost in the moment, you looked up at him bewildered. You didn’t want to stop, you could never have enough of him. But realisation quickly hit. His balls were twitching against your chin, a sign that Joel was about to lose it.

“I could have my dick in your mouth all day and night, sweetheart, but I need your pussy now,” he husked, half plea, half threat.

Joel relaxed against the couch when you got up to your feet and straddled him, your knees sunk in the pillows to either side of his legs. Reaching behind you, you grabbed at his throbbing cock, gliding it over your entire slit until it hitched in your entrance.

Biting your lip down to stop a slutty moan from coming out, you locked eyes with him. Watching his façade tumble down every time you descended on his lap was one of the most beautiful sights. So slowly you impaled yourself, taking in how Joel’s face loosened up, his hands firm on your hips—how the crows’ feet kissing the corners of his chocolate eyes would smooth out, how his cheeks would flush, how his nose would do a cute little scrunch, or how his lips would part, letting out a heavy sigh.

Joel tried to fuck up into you when you lifted your hips and you tutted at him, pinning him down so he wouldn’t move.

“Nuh-uh. I’m doing all the work tonight, baby. You just lean back and relax, let me fuck you,” you warned him, an edge to your tone advising him to refrain from complaining.

He’d been on patrol out all day—you knew how tired he was, how his old man’s bones would crack with the gentlest of moves.

“But—”

“No, no buts. If you stay still and behave, I’ll let you come inside. Be good for me, please,” you cooed, your mouth moving against his with every suggestive word.

Joel finally grunted in agreement, and the smile on your face couldn’t be wider—even your cheeks hurt. Despite how badly you wanted to say “good boy,” you didn’t press your luck. Joel was quite dominant, but you enjoyed these subtle shifts in your relationship when he was very tired. So tired you could boss him around with no reprimands.

Once he had settled down, you began riding him, his reassuring hands kneading your hips for encouragement. At first it was slow-paced, his cock lazily swallowed by your labia only half-way through. With every pump, you let him slide a little bit deeper, sweet desperation building up behind his adoring eyes.

And after a few minutes, you were bouncing up and down on his throbbing shaft with heavy, quick dives. You laced your hands behind his neck for support, your forehead resting on his, your sweats mixing. Every time he exhaled, you inhaled his needy groans, high with the passion burning between you two.

His cock filled you up to the brim, especially when he was fully seated in your crying cunt. His tip would kiss your cervix, sending firing signals up your spine, numbing your mind. He was so girthy, your inner walls parted like the Red Sea to greet him, to house him. Every time he pulsed inside, your pussy squeezed him hard—as if they were talking to each other. Joel was the perfect fit to you, in every fucking sense.

His cockhead dragged along your anterior wall, putting pressure on the exact spot that always had you gushing. You were so close to nirvana, you could almost touch the sky with your fingertips. Understanding how close you were—probably because your pussy was uncontrollably fluttering around him—Joel took it upon himself to tip you over the cliff of your pleasure. One of his hands flew to your clit, pressing tight circles on your nub as you, quite literally, jumped on him like a demon possessed—and your whole brain short-circuited right there and then.

“Come for you old man, sweetheart. Squirt all over my cock, drench my lap. Wanna feel her sing around me, milk me fucking dry until my balls are completely empty,” Joel husked against your lips, his thumb quicker on your clit now, pushing back the hood to expose your bundle of nerves to his incessant touch even more. “Can you do that for me, hm?”

You did exactly that the moment Joel stopped petting your clit and, instead, he gently tapped at it with four fingers, the squelching sound driving you crazy. The clapping of skin on skin driving you wild. You finally came, screaming at the top of your lungs, while your hips stuttered above him. Incapable of maintaining any pace now, you sat on his lap—his thudding cock buried down to the hilt in your quivering pussy, the best orgasm of your life hitting you at once.

Your entire body was quaking, your pussy flitting arrhythmically as the last squirts left your insides. Joel was throbbing inside you, grown to a point you thought he might explode. And with the last bit of energy, you clamped down on him as strongly as you could, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart,” Joel moaned loudly, head tilting back against the couch.

He pulsed one last time, and then finally filled you up. His cum flooded your pussy with long, thick ropes—so much that it was soon gushing out, mixed with your own arousal. It was warm and comforting, knowing that his seed was safe in your cunt. You squeezed once more to completely drain his balls, and he gifted you with some more drops.

You hummed in approval, so satisfied you almost felt sleepy. Joel smacked your right buttock and then hugged you around the waist, feeling your weight on him like a blanket. Neither of you moved, his cock still snug inside your pussy, your breathings loud and heavy.

“We still have a couple of hours before they serve dinner in the community hall. Can’t go anywhere in this… state,” Joel snickered, kissing your cheek.

“Gonna have to take care of this for you, ain’t I?” you whispered, batting your eyelashes at him before you grinded your hips on his lap. Your clit twitched in response, overstimulated. “I need a minute though, I feel like my whole nervous system is on fire right now.”

“Take as long as you need, sweetheart. I could be here all day right until the last minute,” he muttered, his hands gliding over the sweaty skin on your back.

“You’ll need to at least take a shower before we leave. I made a mess of your hair,” you laughed, nudging the vein on his neck with the tip of your nose.

“No, I like this hair gel better. I ain’t washing my hair.”

Your eyes shot up to him. The mere idea of him leaving the house with your slick dampening his hair, him being in public bathed in your pussy scent… while talking to others, fully claiming him as yours… Right then, you brain chemistry was changed forever.

Your clit throbbed, and you purposefully clutched around his still hard shaft.

“I’m ready again.”

[silknspice]

STICKY SITUATION

⎯ ୨୧ pairings: fake dating! vi x reader

⎯ ୨୧ content: mentions of alcohol, college au, lying, swearing, fake dating tropes used, lowercase intended, not proofread, wc 3.5k

“no telling anyone, i’ll be coming to all of your hockey games and after parties, and absolutely no tongue when kissing.”

you looked up at vi for reassurance after reciting the pink-written “rules” paper in front of you. the pinkette hummed, muscular and defined arms moving from their position draped over the top of the couch to her manspread knees as she shifted to lean slightly forward. 

caitlyn kiramman and violet lane were officially over. it was assumed to be a mutual breakup that both parties would grieve on for the appropriate amount of time, but the soft launch the pinkett awoke to on caitlyn’s story the next morning spoke otherwise. maddie nolen. getting with the woman she told vi “not to worry about” was low, all vi could do was go lower. 

and so she enlisted you. stunning, charming, intelligent, an all-rounder. the way caitlyn clung onto her ex-lover for dear life when you were around, as if vi were a mere moth and you were light. if anyone would give the “mongoose”, as vi called her, a run for her money, it’d be you. 

“it’s a solid contract, for now.” she agreed. her eyes lingered on yours for a moment before flickering to her dorm window, the absence of light prompting her to lean back once more and speak. “it’s late, y’know. why don’t you stay the night?” 

you paused on your way to stand before finishing the movement. “charming, really, but you don’t have to offer that, vi. i’ll walk back to my building. thanks thoug-” the girl drowned out your words with her reassuring ones. 

“stay,” she simply insisted, backtracking as a beat passed and she had yet to explain. “it’d look good for the deal, y’know? besides.. we have some details to solidify.” as she finished speaking she lifted a hand and waved you over with only two fingers. 

you set your bag back down and scoffed at the action. “i’m not a dog.” your feisty claim was cancelled out by the way you followed her command like a puppy. 

you sat on the couch next to violet. closer than usual, but still too far for her liking. the hockey player rolled her eyes, a hint of a smirk crossing her face. “not there, honey.” you furrowed your brows, looking around to see what could possibly be wrong with your arrangement. “then where am i supposed to sit?”

vi’s hint of a grin attempted to stay hidden, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she leaned over and grabbed your hips to flip you to straddle her lap on the couch. 

“where it’s easiest for me to give you a hickey.”

you laughed, shaking your head and using your arms to lean back from vi’s chest. at the sound of silence in the room your smile dropped, staring at the girl eyeing you expectantly.

“you’re serious?” you asked louder than intended, mouth agape as the girl moved her hands to rest at your hips. “people won’t believe we’re a couple just because we said so,” she started. “especially not caitlyn, she’s too smart..” you added, beginning to understand her perspective. 

“exactly,” she whispered, leaning in. “b’sides, we need to practice.”

vi leaned in, caressing the back of your head to hold you closer as she latched onto the side of your neck. she placed a gentle kiss before sucking a bit harder. you hummed as she slid a hand up to hold your hair before detaching from your neck with a pop. 

“there.” she spoke softly, eyeing the red and purple love bite forming. “perfect."

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 “perfect,” you smiled, picking up the letterman jacket vi placed in front of your position on the bed. “violence” was written on the back rather than her last name. clad in nothing but a t shirt and shorts as pajamas, you slid the jacket on to see how it fit. as you adjusted it and fixed your hair, vi walked up to her bed and held up her phone. 

“smile,” she spoke quickly, snapping a photo of your soft smile and slightly confused eyes. 

“what was that for?” you muttered, watching vi’s frame as she sat next to you and turned her screen. 

already posted on vi’s snap story was a photo of you, sat on her bed, legs appearing bare as the girl’s letterman and oversized tee covered your shorts. the text on the screen read “post ‘workout’”. 

“vi!” you sputtered, letting out a gentle laugh as you hit her shoulder and earned a playful grin from the girl. “hey-  now we’re on the map.” the pinkett reassured you with a smug look as she opened the various messages responding to the story. 

‘ITS NINE IN THE MORNINGG’  ‘crazy work’

you felt the girl’s gaze on you as you watched the reactions roll in with an amused smile. fellow classmates praising vi for ‘making a move’, saying how cute you two look together, even claiming to have ‘known this would happen all along’. for a moment, you let yourself forget it was all pretend. 

a veiny hand placed itself on your thigh, making you flinch at the sudden contact. you looked to violet, eyes locking in the moment before ridding of the tension. 

“see that? we need’a get rid of that.” she grinned. 

you scoffed, flicking her hand off of you as you stood and rid yourself of the thick letterman. “nothing in the contract says you need to grope me,” you teased, hands on your hips as you turned to pick a shirt from vi’s messily folded space. 

“gro-  what?” she scoffed, caught off guard as she attempted to defend herself. “nobody’s gonna believe we’re a couple if you jump every time I lay a hand on you!” the girl huffed, her gaze turning every which way before leaning back on her forearms. 

you only hummed as she continued to talk, turning with your back to her as you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head.

vi‘s words died in her throat, eyes widening at the line of your back. your smooth skin and pearly smile blinded her as you turned your head, picking up one of her shirts. 

“what? nobody's gonna believe we're a couple if you choke up when you see my body." your cocky smile filled your face as you turned away from the girl.

"by the way, you're drooling."

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“ew, you fucking drooled!” jinx’s loud laugh drowned out the room as she scolded her boyfriend, despite the roaring party atmosphere. all throughout the frat house was a crowd of students looking to get wasted, heaps of alcohol, and bad decisions waiting to happen. 

“i did not!” ekko defended himself, wiping away any possible evidence from his lips. you giggled at the two and leaned into the strong arm wrapped around your waist. after a few days of casual pda across campus to keep up the act, vi was finally able to touch you without you scolding her about ‘the contract’ or making a gasp that she found adorable. 

she figured an arm wrapped around your torso was appropriate after the third guy in a row  came up to you and asked to dance. you figured this was a good way to warn people off so that she didn’t threaten anyone else and get jayce to ban them from the frat. 

“alright, another! i wanna be moving out there tonight,” jinx exclaimed, picking up a liquor, pouring two shots, and stopping over the third glass. you had already opted out on alcohol, so the blue haired girl’s gaze trailed to her sister. “vi? you pregnant or something? haven’t touched a glass yet. i’m worried.” the girl teased, tilting her head.

“ha ha,” vi rolled her eyes playfully, her grip on you becoming present once more as she spoke. “can’t. i’m drivin’ honey home tonight.” the younger girl fake gagged, downing her shot with her boyfriend following in suit. as the couple continued their antics, vi leaned into you. the space between you thinned as you grew to feel her soft exhales on the back of your neck. “look to your left, at the end of the couch.” her words were hushed to a sneaky whisper that kissed your ears as she kept your body warm with her proximity.

you obeyed, holding back a smile as you peeked to your left. a girl, decorated in blue locs, was staring back at you with stars in her eyes. she blew you a kiss that was mentally intercepted by vi with a scoff. “more competition.” you teased, turning your head to face hers. 

“y’know, if i’d known you attract this much attention-” you cut her words off, bringing your hand up to fix a pink strand of hair that’d fallen in front of her face.

“you’d have what? chosen another girl to torture with your silly ex drama?” you hummed.

the pinkett snickered, cocky smile painting her face as her grip on you tightened ever so slightly. “not a chance.” 

the moment between you fell silent and soft despite the roaring music surrounding before jayce’s smiling face filled your vision. “evening lovebirds,” the man grinned, taking a shot from the jinx’s hands and downing it while she groaned with anger. vi smiled, thumb tracing patterns absentmindedly along your hip. “shouldn’t you be losing a game of beer pong right about now?” she teased her friend. 

“hah, no.” the sarcastic response made you giggle, fanning your face gently with one hand as the room’s air only became stiffer at the arrival of more guests. “mel and i are hitting up the hot tub with some.. other guests.” he lifted another shot glass, this time one that powder poured for him. 

getting some fresh air sounded so good right now. 

vi hummed while letting her hand slide off of your waist, her touch just grazing over your lower back before sticking her fist in the pocket of her baggy jeans. without speaking, she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow in question. 

“yes please.” you begged, already handing your phone to jinx to watch over. most likely a decision you and your phone storage will regret later, but that was a future problem. jayce let out a chuckle, flashing his pearly whites before setting his last shot glass down and waving you and vi to follow.  

your hands intertwined, jayce leading you who’s hands embraced both his and vi’s. the man pulled you both through the drunken community and let go to exit through the decorated doorway. the colorful lighting dimmed and was replaced by the blue hue of the pool and light from the night stars. jayce found mel’s gaze from across the space, a grin growing on the frat member’s mouth. he hastily removed his shirt and shorts, tossing them onto a table by the poolside. “just join us when you’re ready!” he rushed out, jogging over to his lover. 

vi let out a sharp “hah”, muttering something about talis being “pussy whipped”. you only smiled, turning to the side as you fixed your arms across your torso and lifted the cropped top over your head. vi’s playful mutters died in her throat, and a soft “oh” was born. that ‘stripping practice’ wasn’t much help. 

she hoped and prayed you’d suggest giving it another try. 

two sets of clothes fell, every fabric hitting the floor adding to the heavy pile of tension, one too complex and thick to cut with a knife. the two of you hummed, taking each other in as your gazes travelled up and down with heavy lidded eyes. 

rather than a knife, jayce’s call to you from across the landscape successfully dissipated all conflicting and curious thoughts. momentarily. “yo, what are you waiting for!” 

the pinkette’s lips curled into a smile, her arm finding its resting spot around your waist. you exchanged no words as your feet moved with purpose, anticipating the feeling of the steamy water that would soon encase and soothe your body for the time being. 

or not.

“violet?” 

it wasn’t your mouth that spewed the name. you radiate love, the way in which you called out vi’s name warmed her and provided an indescribable feeling. it was said cold, surprised, and almost with distaste. 

 “caitlyn.” vi’s response was equally distant, a hint of shock at the end. the newfound emotion quickly switched to anger as she turned to the man looking like a deer in headlights. “jayce..” her voice was low, a warning. 

wide eyes flickered between the past lovers before swaying to his immediate left. “mel?” he called for help, the woman only laughing as she relaxed into the warm water. “you’re on your own.” 

the ginger girl at caitlyn’s side looped an arm around her bicep, squeezing gently to grab her attention. “let’s go, yeah?” she tried, but the woman didn’t budge. 

you scoffed, a snarky remark on it’s way to sneak past your lips when jayce interrupted. “hey- okay wait wait!” he started, gaze travelling between the girls. “i know how tense everything is right now, but i care about both of you. i hate having to choose sides or run back and forth to be with you guys. can you at least try to be civil tonight?”  

the loudest silence fell upon the group, you and maddie not daring to make a face until your lover– or faux one decided. 

“fine.” 

the night progressed as jayce dreamed. vi sat with you on her lap, your skin plush against one of her thighs, her arms wrapped around your waist as the water threatened to take you away. she suggested it was the “easiest position to whisper in your ear discreetly”. you were on top of her before she thought of the explanation. maddie and caitlyn sat directly across the hot tub, the ginger holding onto one of the bluenette’s biceps in hopes of calming the annoyed look that covered her face. mel and jayce, ever the mediators, carried the tense conversation to the best of their abilities. 

after a draining thirty minutes of passive aggressive disses, everyone nodding and pretending to understand jayce’s technological talks, and you standing your ground during an intense staring contest with maddie, you’d had enough. 

“oh it was disastrous. then of course i had to miss a couple days as i was ill with a cold–” caitlyn’s story was drowned out as you spoke up with a smile sweet enough to cause a toothache. 

���really?” you tilted your head. “i heard you got mono after a party,” you hummed, voice laced with fake concern. you had no clue if the claims were true, you were just tired of her talking. 

the bluenette’s eyes widened only slightly, her mouth slightly agape. maddie turned her head, a brow gently furrowing in suspicious confusion. “but.. i didn’t have-” 

“well that’s what happens when you’re freed from a past situation that was unskilled in such acts.” caitlyn spoke over the girl. her gaze flickered over to vi and back to jayce who was desperately praying to change the topic. you bit your tongue with a small scoff under your breath, vi’s muscular arms tensed their grip around you subconsciously before relaxing at the thought of an idea. 

“you wanna crash this shit?” vi whispered, words kissing your ear with her lips just inches away. you nodded your head with desperate eyes.

she tapped on your leg below the water, making you turn your head and torso ever so slightly towards her. without warning, her lips crashed into yours, arms adjusting their position to hold your waist. “keep going,” she whispered between one of the many kisses. your hands trailed up to tangle in her hair, gently gripping as you felt the pinkette softly bite on your bottom lip. your mouth opened just enough from shock that the muscular girl could slide her tongue in, allowing it to get tangled with and slide against yours. 

fuck. 

you allowed all of it to happen. the way her hands slid up and down your side, the way her lips encased and warmed yours, the way her tongue explored every inch of your mouth, the way mel and jayce noticed in shock and amusement, and the way caitlyn and maddie looked as though they’d explode within the next second. 

you did anything but stop, hardly listening as caitlyn scoffed, letting out an “unbelievable” as her and maddie climbed out of the hot tub and stormed off. it wasn’t until mel questioned “was this display for us or them?” that you pulled yourself from vi with a cheeky smile. you didn’t miss the way she followed after your lips. 

the pinkette flashed that infamous smirk, apologizing to mel and jayce with a laugh before leaning in one last time to whisper in your ear, “good job, honey.” 

your heart raced at the comment, but it didn’t stop you from pushing the girl back with an almost-serious expression on your face. “you broke the contract!” you exclaimed, pressing an accusatory finger to her chest. 

it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it, like you didn’t slide your tongue along hers as she claimed your mouth. 

it was the fact that every time you moved further in this fake affair, you grew more worried. the fact that all of your firsts with her would be fake tugged on your heart strings. and when the drama boils over, what would happen between the two of you? in your mind, as your tongues entangled, so did your hearts. 

vi choked on her words, searching for an explanation. why did she do that again? she couldn’t help herself. not good enough. oh, right. “i told you! couples-”

“contract?” 

the two of you froze, turning back to jayce and mel who eyed you suspiciously. 

fuck. 

 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“fuck,” 

jinx huffed out under her breath, barely audible with the loud bundle of students in the surrounding stands. “it smudged again!” the girl whined, looking into the camera of her phone as she attempted to fix a line of eye black on her face. mel chuckled, muttering a “give me that,” as she held the girl’s face and evened out the line with a tissue. 

it was nearing the end of the second intermission, with your school and the neighboring university tied. the three of you had spent two hours picking out the best bottoms to match your lovers’ jerseys that covered your body, tying the perfect blue and white ribbons in your hair, and decorating yourselves with body paint. jinx, apart from the messy lines on her cheekbones, painted little blue doodles on her legs. mel simply painted jayce’s number on her cheek. you drew two pink lines under your eyes, along with vi’s name perfectly placed on the front of your thigh. 

a loud whistle blew seconds before the players skated back on the ice, fans cheering and clapping as they anticipated a win for their respective team. you only cared about finding the player with the intimidating name plastered on their back: “violence”. 

the game flashed before your eyes, screaming and squealing along with the girls whenever one of your companions got the puck. 6-6. 6-7. 7-7. excitement and anticipation in the atmosphere only rose as the teams skated back and forth across the ice. 

the anticipation distracted you. distracted you from your conflicting feelings, vi’s curious actions, the fact that you didn’t have to be dressed like this as caitlyn nor maddie were present, the worry of this deal coming to an end, the terrible fact that you were worried, and the terrifying idea of telling her how you really felt once the game came to an end.

7-7. 7-8. 7-9. time!

the stands erupted into cheers as ekko slammed the winning shot. powder jumped up and down while you and mel laughed at the girl’s glee before cheering along with her. 

“they usually take a minute, showers and all.” mel informed you as you waited for the players to exit the locker room. the two girls found a spot on a bench while you paced back and forth. it’s fine. it’s fine. does she really need to know? 

“honey?” 

the sweet voice startled you, prompting you to turn, the fast-moving pink haired girl still clad in her uniform filling your view. “vi?” you smiled, only taking two steps before the girl reached you. “what’s– huh?” you choked on your words as the girl wrapped a hand around your waist, the other coming up to cup your face. 

“have t’ do this before the adrenaline wears off,” she muttered with determination and a haze in her eyes. before you could respond, she leaned in, lips connecting like puzzle pieces. the kiss wasn’t rough or showy like the others, it was needy and real. she kept you in a trance, minds, bodies, and mouths connected until powder’s complaints pulled you out. “jeez, breathe!” 

the girl’s annoyance caused you to giggle, allowing you to feel vi’s smile against your lips before pulling back. 

her face, only inches away, sent a numbing and fuzzy feeling through your brain and body. the look in her eyes as she soaked in every detail from your puffy lips to wide and love-struck orbs had you all but melting. 

oh. 

©silknspice

[spookyji]

i love ur writing sm. i hope u can write for jake more often🤧😊😊

good girl slut. s.jy

cw. dubcon/noncon (blackmail). oops, flattery works on me so… have some jake ! altho… idk if this is what u wanted eep

if only jake wasn’t your teacher’s assistant for physics,, so sweet in front of the class, until he gave you back the first test. 11/100, red marks covering your exam… except your answers weren’t the ones you knew you wrote down, the easy problems solved completely wrong in handwriting that looked like yours. it all went wrong after that. two options.. either he’d make you fail the class, or do jake some ‘favors’, and he’d honestly grade your tests.. and no one would believe you, not with the way jake is so beloved by the faculty, his word against yours? so you left the ta room with tears in your eyes, wanting to forget what he made you do.. except it became a weekly thing. meet him in the library for ‘tutoring,’ in some obscured corner of the building. and get on your knees, and suck him off,, after all, jake’s so stressed lately, isn’t he? your little favor takes the edge off the week.

your knees hurt from carpet burn, reddened skin from the rough rug. but the physical pain doesn’t compare to the shame that burns beneath your skin, the desperation that keeps you on all fours for jake, lips wrapped around his thick cock, his hands tangled in your hair, dragging your mouth down deeper, further, ‘til the tip is kissing the back of your throat, forcing a choked sound from you, almost so satisfying to him. his head tipped backwards, long legs manspreading, his jeans unzipped and glasses balanced on the tip of his nose, dark hair tousled in waves,, soft groans slipping from his lips as you suck him off, swallowing around him as you bob your head obediently,, he’ll notice if you’re rushing… and your ‘tutoring’ session will last longer than you want it to.

shit, jake exhales, so fucking good f’me, his voice laced with a groan, nothing compares to the feeling of your warm, wet mouth getting him off, your eyes trying to avoid looking at him as you teeth scrape against his sensitive veins, pretty eyes glossy with tears. jake thinks you’re really pretty when you’re about to cry, especially when you’re sucking the flushed tip of his cock, tongue licking a wet stripe all over the way he likes it, soft swears mixed into his breathy pants,, some victim you are, when you’re giving him head so good. like a real slut.

voices sound nearby, unclear how far away they are, lost in the shelves of books and aisles of tables, but before you can even try to pull away, jake’s hand roughly pushes your head down, your quiet cries muffling by his cock, forced to keep your mouth on him as he sighs with pleasure, his hand keeping your head in place as he thrusts into your mouth, slick, lewd sounds of your lips sucking on his spit-covered length, oh, the fear and nerves in your eyes of getting caught sucking off sweet, charming physics ta jake, you’re sure to be blamed for ‘seducing’ him… and your reputation? ruined as a slut. but it doesn’t stop jake who’s moaning softly as he fucks your face, bringing himself to orgasm, hot ropes of cum emptied into your mouth, milky cream dripping from the corners of your lips as you struggle to swallow, choked on his cock. mm, fuuuck, jake groans, eyeing you as the first tear slips down your cheek, pearly and pretty, such a good girl slut.

and you try to tell yourself, it can’t get worse than this, as you’re wiping your lips of his cum… all jake wants is some head, right? he couldn’t possibly demand more. oh, you’re clinging to a false hope, when you get another sticky note stuck to your next test… scored a 23.

i think you need more tutoring. see me after class.

- jake

[puck-luck]

Ooooh for your celly event: Cappuccino with cold foam for Jack Hughes.

Jack being soo horny but not able to do anything about it because well, shoulder injury era. You’re in a bratty mood so you tease him by walking around the house in a pair of panties and one of his shirts (ooor jersey 🤭). “Are you trying to kill me here?”

Congrats! 🥳

i did what i could!! not so bratty this time but he is sooo horny for gf<3

Shopping sprees mean one thing: giving your boyfriend a fashion show.

Jack rests on the couch behind you, manspreading in his tiny shorts. You set up a mirror against the wall so you could get a full view of how you look in the new clothes, plus you can watch Jack in the mirror as he drinks your form in. His arm is strapped to his side in his sling, whereas his other hand rests close to his crotch. He looks bored as can be, but his slow blinks and rapt gaze show that he’s still paying attention to you. 

You went through two dresses you bought, a romper, some cover-ups for the lake house, and now you’re onto the bathing suits. 

On the third string bikini, a deep purple, Jack breaks his silence. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Your shoulders go slack, fingers loose in the looped bows on your hips. You furrow your brow at yourself in the mirror and stop tugging at the bottoms, turning around to look at Jack. “What are you talking about?”

“No more fashion shows,” Jack declares. He waves his hand at you to stop, then gestures toward his cock. It’s swollen in his shorts, looking heavy and ready for you. “I cannot keep seeing you strip and get dressed and strip again without getting some attention, babe.”

You toss your head back in laughter. “Is that so?”

“Yes, it’s so,” Jack parrots, frowning at you. “I’ve seen you bend over butt-ass naked like six times! That does something to a guy.”

“Oh, is it really hard?” you tease.

“Yes!”

Looking down at your shopping bag, you see there are only three bikinis left. “Can you handle three more items, baby J?” you ask.

His feathers are ruffled when you call him ‘Baby J,’ but he begrudgingly confirms that he can outlast your fashion show. You notice his hand palming over his cock after the first bikini, then gripping the base over his shorts after the second.

The third bikini has a thong bottom and the top is strapless, both in a baby pink that contrasts your skin. You seductively walk over to Jack, placing your hands on his knees and bending at the waist. His gaze flickers to your cleavage, pupils engorged, before you brush a kiss over his lips. You clamber onto his lap, twining your arms around his neck and rolling your hips against his straining cock.

“I’m not going to last long,” Jack says. “The second you touch me, I think–”

“Who said anything about touching you?” you ask, grinding down on his lap.

Jack’s free hand goes to your behind, palm splayed over your bare cheeks. His fingertips knock into the hem of your thong, nearly sinking into your skin and spreading the globes of your ass apart. 

You can feel your stomach contorting as your hips move against Jack’s length, his precum leaking through his shorts and making a wet spot on the front of the fabric. You’re growing wet in your new bikini, the nylon and polyester molding to your folds and creating a sticky friction between your bodies.

Jack is accepting your kisses in a messy exchange, his tongue sliding against yours and drool pooling in the corners of both of your mouths. Your hands are in his hair, skewing the fresh cut and giving him sex hair that sticks out at all angles. Jack moans in your mouth wantonly, cursing about how good you feel and how sexy you are on top, his slinged fingers furling and unfurling with the need to touch you.

“Gonna make a mess in your shorts, Jacky?” you tease. “You know I love it when you’re wet like me.”

[elalfywhore]

hi queen can u do kk arnold smut please? 🙏

the bahamas had been…hectic so far to say the least. it felt like non stop practice, games and time spent with your girlfriends team. geno had been keen on keeping an eye on all the players who brought their partners with them, just to make sure things didn’t get too crazy. yet you and kk and found yourselves away from the group, while her teammates swam in the ocean or were catching tans you two slipped back up to the hotel room.

“everyday i wonder how i pulled you.” kk watched you admire your figure in the mirror from where she sat on the couch. you stop for a second to look at her, manspreading with this insatiable look on her face. “you’re just trying to get sum right now, huh?” you joke, walking towards her, stopping once you’re stood between her legs. her hands immediately running up your thighs all the way to your ass.

“do you see yourself baby? so sexy.” she smiles wide, before biting her lip a little bit and sitting up. she peaks around your hips to get a view of your ass, watching the way it jiggles in her hands. “mm , you’re stupid.” you giggle, letting yourself fall down into her lap, pressing her back against the couch to straddle her. “love you so much.” kk whispers sensual, the sounds of the ocean waves can be heard from the opened balcony. “mm, love you too pooks.” you grab her face, placing soft pecks to her lips, her hands still rubbing your thick ass.

“love you more.” she whispers between kissing, “mm no, love you more.” you squeeze her face, making her mouth open before letting yourself kitten lick the inside once or twice. your hips start grinding against her without even thinking, as you guys start to kiss nasty and slow. your arms wrap around her neck and you feel her hands pull the strings of your bikini bottom.

“kk!” you breath and she pulls your bikini bottoms off your hips, a string of saliva between you two. “lemme see sum.” she grunts, slapping at your under thigh making you squat up but she pulls your legs up more, making you stand on the couch.

you gasp as she pulls the back of your legs forward and shrugs her body down a bit, getting the perfect angle for your pussy to be in her face. on instinct you bend your knees a bit, lowering yourself down on her face. you both moan, you at the feeling of her tongue tickling your clit and her at the taste of your sweetness. “oh shit, baby fuck yeah, mm just like that.” you moan, propping yourself up by your elbows on the back of the couch as she takes your clit in her mouth, licking and sucking on it like ice cream.

her hands come up to rub your ass once again, giving your right cheek a slap making you twerk your ass back into her hands. “eating that fucking pussy baby.” you bit your lip, grinding your hips down on her face. “it’s all yours baby, c’mon.” you egg her on, making her speed up her tongue movements, continuing her assault on your clit. you feel one of her hands let go of your ass and you turn, watching it snake it’s away inside her own pants. you feel her moan into your pussy even more than before, the feeling of it threatening to send you over the edge.

you decide you put one leg up, stretching along the couch making yourself do a half split, really letting her get the angles right. “ouu, baby fuck i’m gonna cum.” you throw your head back, twerking on her face at this point. with one final sucking of your clit from kk, you’re spilling all over her, squirting coating your girlfriend. your leg drops from the couch ungracefully and you pull your pussy off her face, smiling down at your heaving breathing, soaked girlfriend. “that felt so good baby.” you squat down to kiss her lips, “lemme get you.” you don’t wait for a response before crawling off of her.

you sink to your knees, in between her legs on the floor, pulling her shorts down and letting her boxers follow, tossing them to the side of you. you use your right hand to rub up and down her slit a few times. “pull your shirt up.” kk finally speaks up with a command making you giggle. you do as she says, pulling your top up just enough for your perky tities to be on display for her. “okay continue.” she smiles leaning back against the couch. you spread her lips apart with two fingers and lean forward, licking a stripe up her pussy. “fuck, ma.” she groans, head rolling back as you lick her pussy. you smile in her pussy, shaking your head in it a bit before putting two fingers inside her.

you stare up at her in awe, she looks so good like this, head throw back, her locs were freshly done a few days before, mouth slightly open and she takes a hand to the back of your head, shoving your face deeper in her pussy. “baby, i-i think ima bust.” she groans, you speed up your fingers a bit, the wetness off her pussy is so loud it’s all you can think about. soon enough, her muscles tighten and she’s moaning so loudly, cream dripping out from inside of her. you pull back your head and fingers, admiring your work and her pretty cream dripping from her hole before leaning forward and licking it all up.

“felt good, baby?” you stand up in between her legs, your own sore from the position you were in for a while. “that shit felt unreal.” she breathed out and you leaned down to give her a peak on the lips but when you pull back you see mischief all over her face. “what?” you question. “i’ll be right back stay right here.” you watch her quickly get up and go to the bedroom. you shrug and lay on the couch, deciding you weren’t done yet. you put one leg up in the air and bent the other one so. your foot was near your ass, you watch you hand move to play with yourself. you let out little moans, enjoying your own fun for a few minutes until your girlfriend comes back.

the mischievous look is now adorn on your face, you bite your lip as you look at her. your favorite strap on her hips. it’s big, about 8 inches and pretty realistic to kks skin color. “i didn’t know you brought that.” you moan at the sight, moving your fingers faster against your clit and she kneels one leg on the couch, one foot of hers planted on the floor. “was a surprise baby.” she jerks the silicone dick off a few times, leaning down to peck your lips. you both stare in awe and she slowly pushes it inside of you, stretching your pussy out. once it’s fully inside you can’t help the vulgar words that fall from your lips, “come on baby, fuck this pussy, fuck it.” you gasp out, your free hand reaching up to pinch your nipple.

your words awake something inside of her as she thrusts, fast and powerful, making your whole body jolt with every thrust. “mm, shit kk.” your moans are music to her and she bends down, taking your other nipple into her mouth. she’s licking, sucking and popping out it of her mouth on rotation. her right hand being used to hold your leg up in the air, pushing it back. “who’s pussy is it?” she groans, popping your nipple out her mouth. “it’s yours baby, come on, it’s yours.” you babble out, the pleasure so intense and still stimulated from your first orgasm you’re not surprised when you feel your second on the horizon.

“i’m gonna come bae, holy shit please, don’t stop!” you scream, throwing your head back. your body spazzes as it hits, squirt spraying out once again, kk pulls out so quick more squirt flys out with it. “you’re so fucking sexy baby.” kks moans, leaning down you kiss you again. you moan into it, your guys’ tongue play with each other, tasting one another. it goes on like this for a few more minutes before she stands up off the couch.

“c’mon baby, we not done get that ass up.” you look up at her like she’s crazy for her words, she’s pulled two orgasm out of you already and she wants to go again? but there’s just something about seeing her with that damn strap that really just does something to you.

you sit up on your knees on the couch, “you’re so fine bro, it’s not even funny.” you groan, rubbing your hands on her abs before pulling her black crop top up, freeing her nipples. “thank you baby, but i’m not your bro.” she moans as you lick all over her nipples. you take the left one into your mouth, sucking on it and softly biting.

when you release it with a pop, she’s quick to roughly maneuver your body, bending you over the end of the couch. “just like that, mama.” she moans at your position, ass in the air as if she didn’t put you in it. you lose view of her as she goes behind you, in her hurry to get to her position you feel the strap slap against your ass, making you giggle. “been dreaming of this since we got here mama.” she settles behind you, spreading your ass cheeks wide, your abused pussy and pretty asshole on display.

you squeak out in excitement, toes already curling as she blows on your asshole. “you want it, huh mama?” she teases, kissing your ass cheeks. “please baby, do it for me.” you whine out. “beg for it.” she giggles, bitting your right ass cheek. “please baby, need it so bad.” you whine, twerking your ass for her. “need what, mama?” she licks your ass cheek. “your tongue! please bae.” you cry. “want me to eat this ass, huh ma?” she slowly sinks a finger into your pussy, thrusting it in and out. “yes, please baby, need it.” you’re begging how she likes it.

her finger comes out of you as she spreads your ass wide again, you feel the tip of her tongue lick your asshole, making you push your hips back. she pulls back for a second before spitting in your asshole and licking it up. “shit baby, c’mon, please.” you moan. she plunges her tongue in your tight hole, thrusting it in and out using her whole head as motion. “fuck baby, you so nasty.” your eyes roll back and a long groan falls from your lips.

kk ignores the burning in her chest from lack of breathing as she shoves her face in between your ass, it feels like the fat of it could swallow her whole. kk thinks right then and there if she were to go, she wouldn’t want it any other want. faced buried and suffocated between a thick ass and pretty pussy. she licks long licks up and down from your clit all the way to your asshole, saliva and wetness dripping down onto the couch.

you whine as kk pulls away, turning to look back at her but she’s quick her shove your face down against the arm of the couch. you feel the strap being rubbed between your pussy lips all the way to your asshole, up and down like she’s mesmerized by it.

“you’re such a good girlfriend baby, you deserve this.” kk whispers, leaning down and leaving a soft trail of kisses down your back. “i love you mama, you love me?” she asks. sitting back up, once again planting one foot on the ground, keeping the other kneeled on the couch. “love you so much baby. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

you gasp as she unexpectedly pushes it all inside with one thrust. “shit baby, do it for me.” she slaps your ass. you throw yourself back onto the dick, it’s slow but it’s so deep inside of you that you don’t even mind your tired and slow pace. the sound of your ass smacking back against kk sounds unreal, it’s so loud and is somehow making you more wet than you thought possible.

“so pretty.” she mumbles to herself, allowing her right thumb to slip inside your ass, the other four fingers clawing at the fat of it. her left hand finds it’s way in between where your stomach and upper thigh touched from the position. “fuck me baby, m’ so tired.” you find yourself so comfy in the position. “yeah? little lazy baby today huh, so lazy and all you wanna do is that this dick, huh? all day all you want is for me to fuck you.” her thrusts speed up with each word and she’s fucking you hard and fast.

she pulls her thumb out your ass and grabs you by the hips with both hands, at this point she’s fucking the shit out of you, and one of your hands reaches down to play with your clit. “oh shit baby, feels so fucking good.” you cry. “harder kk, fucking me harder.” you plant your hands on the arm rest to hold your upper body up and she allows you this time. she quickly lets go of your right hip to reach around and rub on your nipple, giving it a quick squeeze. “so, damn, sexy.” she pounds with each word before continuing her fast and rough pace.

both of her hands come up around your neck, wrapping around the front of it to choke you. “kamoreaaaaa.” you moan eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “love this pussy, she’s so good to me mama.” she lets go of your neck, bringing her hands back to your hips. “baby, i’m gonna cum, gonna cum.” you have literal drool falling from you lips from how good it feels at this point. “cum all over this dick bae, c’mon.” she reaches down and swats your hand away, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

you practically turn into a fire hose on it, squirt spraying all over for the final time tonight, completely soaking the couch and your girlfriends strap. “holy fuck, shit baby, felt so fucking good.” you babble. you wince at the feeling of the thickness slowly being pulled out of you and your hole is clenching around nothing once it’s gone.

your upper body collapses on the couch, ass still in the air, kk rubbing all over your ass with both hands. “that was so sexy, like the sexiest thing i’ve ever seen. you did so good for me baby.” your girlfriend praises from behind before putting her face back to your pussy, licking you clean. you let out little moans and sighs the entire time and it goes on for a few minutes before her phone buzzes.

she slowly pulls away, giving a soft pat to your ass before grabbing her phone from the coffee table that’s to the right of you. “shit.” she groans. “mmm what happened baby?” your eyes slowly closing, feeling sleepy. “we gotta get ready, team dinners in 30 and cd will be pissed if we’re not there.” she sighs, trying to get you up. “no wanna sleep!” you try and turn away from her.

“if you get up right now i’ll do whatever nasty stuff you want me to do to you when we get back.” she offers making you turn and look at her already smiling face.

“okay, deal.”

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[girlinterupptedsblog]

Manspreading

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Summary: It's a typical night out with friends, but all you can focus on is Rafe. He’s lounging in the booth, not caring about the looks he's getting from others, but the truth is, you’re captivated by the way he holds himself—especially when he manspreads.

Warnings:

Explicit content

Mild public teasing

Possessiveness

Flirting

Steamy moments

Mentions of alcohol (no over-indulgence)

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The night out with your friends had started off casual. Drinks, laughter, the familiar hum of music filling the background. But as you slid into the booth, your eyes immediately sought out Rafe. He was leaning back, elbows on the table, and you couldn’t help but notice how he casually took up more space than anyone else. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, wide and relaxed, and your gaze instinctively flickered downward. The way his thighs looked, the way his posture was so effortlessly confident, made your heart race.

You tried not to stare, but it was like your eyes betrayed you. Every time you looked up at Rafe’s face, his lips would curve into that signature, smug smile that made your stomach flip. He knew exactly what was happening.

"Something on your mind, babe?" he asked, voice low, teasing. You knew he was watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You fought back a blush, doing your best to focus on the conversation happening around you, but it was hard to concentrate. Rafe's legs were still wide, and you found yourself glancing down again. You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining how it would feel to be between them, how he always made you feel like he was the only one in the room who mattered.

You took a deep breath, trying to distract yourself by sipping from your drink, but even that didn’t help. Every time you looked over at him, he was still in that relaxed position, and your thoughts would drift back to him. What would it feel like to let him take control, to let him know how badly you were craving his attention? You shifted uncomfortably, hoping no one could see the growing tension in your body.

Finally, Rafe caught you staring again, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You know," he said, his voice low enough for only you to hear, "you really should stop looking at me like that."

You forced a laugh, but your heart was pounding now. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in slightly, his hand brushing against your thigh under the table, and your body instantly tensed. "I can see the way your eyes keep drifting down," he murmured, his words sending heat rushing to your face. "You can’t stop looking at me, can you?"

Your mouth went dry, and you glanced around, hoping no one else could hear him. Your friends were too busy talking, oblivious to the way Rafe was teasing you.

"I'm not doing anything," you managed, trying to sound casual, but your voice came out breathier than you intended.

Rafe just chuckled, clearly enjoying your discomfort. His hand slid from your thigh to your knee, and you couldn’t help the small shiver that ran through you. "It’s okay, baby," he said, his voice filled with amusement and something darker beneath the surface. "I don’t mind if you can’t keep your eyes off me."

You swallowed hard, unable to look away now. His legs were still spread in that damn way, and all you could think about was the way your body was reacting to him. Every glance sent a surge of desire straight to your core. Rafe was a force, and you were powerless to resist.

He leaned back in his seat, clearly satisfied with the effect he was having on you. "I can feel your eyes on me," he said, his gaze intense. "You want me, don’t you?"

Your face burned, and you tried to fight the wave of heat spreading through your body. "Rafe..." you whispered, not sure if you were scolding him or begging him.

He just smirked again, clearly enjoying the way he was making you squirm. "You don't have to say anything," he replied, his voice thick with confidence. "I know exactly what you want."

[toxicanonymity]

spectators

Tommy Miller x f!reader (500 words) Tommy Miller masterlist Blurb for @iamasaddie's 24 h writing sprint 🩷 WARNINGS: 18+ Degradation kink, slut-shaming, infidelity, ref to dp incest. Mean!Tommy

It was bold of you to show up at Tommy's son's ballgame. A single woman in a short sundress turned a lot of heads... especially when you were rumored to be carrying on an affair with the Miller brothers. You had no business being there, and the side-eyes from other community members only turned you on.  Crossing the lawn, you waved to Tommy, and he barely acknowledged you in response. He clenched his jaw, then gave a short nod and a seething stare past you.  He was manspreading on a cooler, drinking. As you got closer, he swallowed and shifted his eyes away from you, holding his beer between his knees in a way that had his arms guarding the perimeter of his lap.

Your knee nudged his wrist, making space for yourself, and when you moved to sit on his thigh, he stood up and said, “I don't think so, sugar. You lost your goddamn mind?” His gaze scanned the spectators, and his cheeks heated as he noticed the other parents whispering.

You pouted and complained, “You treat me like a doll, you know. You just pull me out of the toy chest whenever you feel like and then expect me to stay hidden.”

“Sounds about right, doll face,” Tommy answered. “What'd ya expect, a boyfriend?” He scoffed. “Spreadin’ your legs, beggin’ to be used... wanna be more than just a hole? Fuckin' act like it.”

“Okay....see if I spread'em next time,” you threatened. "You wish I was sitting on it right now, don't you?"

Tommy chuckled and stepped back. “Yeah, okay. Shit, look at you trottin’ out here, half naked. Lookin’ for dick anywhere ya can get it, huh?”

“Clearly I started at the bottom,” you snapped back. 

"Who's next, Seth?" Tommy asked.

“Maybe I need some more alone time with Joel,”  you mused.

He didn't take the bait. “He don't want nothin’ to do with ya outside the bedroom, sugar,” Tommy claimed.

Face burning, you threatened, "Who else knows the Miller brothers like to rub their cocks together?....What would the rest of Jackson think, knowing how much y'all love to cram your big dicks into the same cunt and fill it up... the way y'all cum so fast when you're together..."

Tommy raised his eyebrows with a smile into the distance. "You'd love that, wouldn't ya? Tellin' everybody what a filthy whore you are?" He looked you up and down and pulled up his jeans, resisting the urge to adjust himself. "How one cock ain't enough for your used up snatch..." His gaze settled on your breasts and their efforts to bust the seam of that dress. The sun was setting, and you relished the way his eyes consumed your body. His chest expanded as he took one last look at your tits. Then he turned his head, spat on the ground, and said, "get the fuck outta here."

“Try not to stare,” you said, and turned to walk away. When you had made it only a few steps, you bent over to pluck a flower, and Tommy got an eyeful of your bare cunt, glistening with a milky glaze. 

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[littlelovelunette]

punkrock guitarist! Sevika x leadsinger! Reader

Maybe slow burn to smut or no smut and just cutesy fluffy stuff?

Finally In Sync

Mentions of homophobia, toxic parents, smut, fingering

You and your band has been practicing for so long, you needed to perform your best in the concert but somehow, everyone was out of sync due to nerves.

After two hours of nonstop training, it was only you and Sevika who couldn't sync up, but how could you perform then?

You were the lead singer, centre of attention. Sevika was the guitarist, it needed to be perfect. Or you wouldn't ever be able to show your face to school ever again.

"We should really put in more effort, the rest of the band can't fail this because of us," Sevika said, almost towering over you due to her tall height.

"What do you say, we go practice this at my home? I'm sure the other band members are exhausted," you looked up at her, putting your things away.

Sevika grumbled in affirmation.

"I'll text you the address," you got up, waving her goodbye for the time being.

Once you got in your apartment, you were instantly panicking. Your house was a complete mess. You had no idea why you just offered it up like that, but now you were stressing the fuck out.

You managed to tidy up most of the house in record time and just then you heard the doorbell ring. "That must be Sevika." You thought as you opened the door, smiling at the sight of the taller woman.

"Come in," you opened the door wide and stood back to let her enter your house, she did.

It soon got awkward, you both didn't really know each other too well, and like an idiot you invited her to your house.

"You live alone?" Sevika leaned against the wall, guitar case hanging from one shoulder as she crossed her arms.

"Yeah," you closed the door, locking it, "Parents and I had a falling out since they heard I like girls, so... here I am." You said with a small shrug.

"Sorry to hear that," Sevika mumbled, your words seemed to have put her in thought.

"Oh, don't be, it was for the best," you said waving a hand dismissively, "As if I wanted to live the rest of my life feeling controlled like a puppet. It's actually quite nice living here alone, y'know."

"So, you're gay?"

There was a long prolonged moment of silence.

"Y-Yeah," you stuttered before shaking your head, "That's not the point, um—"

"You're getting nervous," a slow smirk appeared on Sevika's lips, she seemed to be taking amusement in your nervousness.

"Well, we have to get to practice," you managed the words finally and you both settled to start practising for the performance.

"Ugh, why is this so hard!?" You plopped down on the couch, "We can never be in sync!"

"Maybe because we're strangers to each other," Sevika shrugged, putting the guitar down and sitting on the couch next to you.

"Pffft—" you scoffed and looked up at the ceiling and back at her, "You really think that's the case?"

"It could be," Sevika's legs were manspread causing you to blush slightly. Her thighs seemed thick, juicy and oh, those muscles.

"Oh, okay, then..." You finally said, "How, pray tell, will we get past that?"

Sevika leaned back against the couch, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips. "Well," she mused, tapping her fingers on her thigh, "We could try bonding exercises. You know, trust falls, staring contests... or something a little more hands-on.

"You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. "H-Hands-on?"

"Yeah," she said, stretching her arms over the back of the couch, her biceps flexing slightly. "You seem a little tense. Maybe a little... relaxation would help."

Your heart skipped a beat. Was she—?

"You offering me a massage now?" You tried to sound playful, but the nervous tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Sevika chuckled, her voice low and smooth. "I could. Or..." She reached over, her fingers just barely brushing against your knee, "We could find another way to loosen up."

Your breath hitched. The heat of her touch, even through the fabric of your pants, sent a shiver up your spine.

You glanced at her, and her dark eyes were watching you, waiting.

She leaned in slightly, close enough that you could catch the faint scent of leather and something undeniably her.

"What do you say, love?" Her voice dropped to a husky murmur, "Wanna get a little... in sync?"

And that is exactly how you found yourself, hands around Sevika's naked frame, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" You asked timidly.

Your legs were spread and you were naked beneath her muscular frame which caged you down to the bed.

Your cunt was slick with arousal, Sevika's thick fingers were spreading them around and rubbing your pussy lips gently.

"You'd be surprised how much experience I have," Sevika whispered, fingers slowly parting your pussy lips and labia.

"Just... do it!" You hissed out, cheeks covered with embarrassment. Your face felt hot.

"Alright, doll," Sevika's fingers dipped inside making you gasp and scratch her back.

Even though they were only two fingers, they were thick and stretched your pussy out with a delicious pain.

"Want me to start moving?" Sevika asked, her other arm hoisting your frame up against her own protectively.

"Y-Yes," you whispered in her ear.

Sevika started rubbing the interior of your pussy making your hole clench around her digits needily.

"I-i... it feels so good," you moaned in her ear, fingers starting to entangle in her hair, "Sevika, please, more..."

Sevika smirked at the sight of you so needy, but she didn't hold back.

Her fingers dug deeper hitting that sweet spongy spot inside you.

"You're close, aren't you?" Sevika's voice rasped in your ear but you barely could register her words.

You were arching your back, crying out as loud as ever— silently wondering if the neighbours were hearing while you came undone on her fingers.

Atleast, now the both of you were in sync.

[aurorawritestoescape]

HOT FOR YOU || Joel Miller x f!reader || 530 words

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, face fucking, f!masturbation

A/n: this drabble, inspired by the pic above, is written for @toxicanonymity ‘s Manspreading Olympics. Love you, friend💖 hugs to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕

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Joel and you are enjoying a light breeze in the backyard, trying to seek relief from a heatwave, and avoiding being inside your house that turned into an oven thanks to a broken AC.

“Joel.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you doing it on purpose?”

“What?”

“Showing off your cock?”

“No. What?” He’s blinking at you, brows furrowed with confusion.

“Then close your legs,” you nod at his shorts, not covering much because of his wide manspreading. “I can see your cock peeking out. It’s staring right at me.”

Joel looks down, shifting his thighs a little, but not closing them.

“Ain’t a big deal, baby," he scoffs. “It’s just a dick.”

“Yeah but I can’t just look at it and… not feel… you know… stuff.”

“Ohh,” a smirk is tugging at his lips, “is my naughty girl getting all hot and bothered?”

“Unfortunately, yes. As if it’s not hot enough,” you complain, trying not to look at his dusty pink head.

Joel narrows his eyes, getting quiet, and you know it’s a bad sign. He’s scheming.

“Ya ain’t innocent yourself, missy. This tank top of yours? I can perfectly see your pretty tits and perky nipples. Ya understand how hot it is to watch your boobs jiggle when you move? and what about these shorts, huh? Fuckin’ tiny. I can easily imagine you not wearin’ them at all. Actually I’m imaginin’ it right now.”

His lustful gaze makes you sweat even more. Your chest starts heaving and you gush, squirming in your seat, listening to him talk about your body like that. Your wet pussy already aches.

“Yeah? and I can see your cock twitch.”

“Oh, really?” Joel’s brows shoot up as he adds, “Can you see it get hard, baby?”

You tilt your head, noticing the motion.

“Yeah, I can.”

You cross your legs, chasing any pressure on your needy cunt, and dart your tongue out to wet your lower lip.

Joel’s eyes turn a shade darker and he palms himself.

“You’ve made me hard, dirty girl. Wanna help me out and suck my cock?”

You swallow loudly as his sexy low voice and the filthy words send a new wave of arousal through your body.

“It’s too hot, Joel,” you whine, hating how horny he’s made you in this goddamn heat.

“Right… Then let me fuck your face, baby. Just sit on your knees for me and I’ll do all the work.”

Joel’s puppy eyes make you pliant and even more needy. He rubs his cock over the shorts and a low groan escapes his lips. Now you’re overflowing with desire.

Not saying anything you get up, peeling your sweaty thighs off the chair, and kneel between his legs. His bulge is huge and you place your hand on it and stoke the warm lump gently over the fabric. Joel growls and soon impatience takes over him. He gets up, tugs the waistband of his shorts down and his hard cock springs free in all its glory.

Joel cups your cheek, holding you in place, and slowly inserts his hot tip into your open mouth.

A minute later you’re nothing but a moaning, drooling mess. Keeping you steady with his big hands on your temples, Joel’s plunging his length into the heat of your throat, sliding in and out easily, while your quick fingers are working your puffy clit and you get off, sucking Joel’s juicy cock.

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[chrissturnsfav]

hello!! Can you write something about rapper Chris and singer reader at the Grammys and one of them wins best album??? Love your work btw <3

⋆.˚✮ singer!reader gets her first grammy

the energy at the grammys is suffocating—cameras flashing, voices buzzing, celebrities everywhere pretending they aren’t trying to compete with each other. you don't really like events like this, even though they’re part of your life now. it's just so fucking overwhelming, so good thing chris is here.

he’s sat in a manspread beside you, wearing a sleek black suit with a black tie, jaw set like he's bored out of his mind. he taps his thumb on his knee, probably counting beats in his head.

you fidget with the sequins on your pretty mini dress, nerves tightening your chest. "i’m gonna throw up," you mutter under your breath.

chris doesn’t even blink. "nah, you ain’t," he scoffs, lightly nudging your shoulder with a smirk, his voice is calm, gravelly. "you built f'this shit, kid."

you shoot him a look, furrowing your brows with a small smirk. "that supposed to make me feel better?"

he grins, lazy and cocky. "you tell me," he shrugs.

before you can snap back, the presenter’s voice booms through the speakers. your name rings out like some surreal echo.

"and the grammy goes to..."

you freeze. the applause hits you like a wave. it’s loud, disorienting. you've just won the award for best pop song of the year. how the fuck...

your realization is interrupted when chris leans in, close enough for you to hear over the chaos. "get your ass up there."

your legs feel like jelly, but somehow you stand. the walk to the stage is a blur—faces, lights, a hundred thoughts colliding in your brain. you grip the golden statue like it might float away.

"uh," you start, voice shaky, letting out a nervous laugh, "wow. this is... wild."

"well, i didn’t prepare anything ‘cause i really didn’t think i’d be up here, so... bear with me."

there’s a soft ripple of laughter from the crowd, but you barely hear it. your eyes instinctively find chris. he’s still seated, staring at you with that sexy stupid smirk that hits you right in the chest. it’s somewhat of awe, but also pride.

you swallow hard. "i wanna just say thank you to my team, my family, everyone who’s been in my corner through all the highs and lows. i wouldn’t be here without you."

your voice steadies, warmth creeping in. "and to chris..." you pause, lips twitching into a smirk as you chuckle quietly. "thank you for always being so supportive and positive."

his brow quirks, lips curling into that signature half-smile.

"you’re annoyingly good at it most of the time," you add, a little sass creeping in.

the audience laughs. chris shakes his head like you’re ridiculous, but his grin says otherwise.

"thank you so much," you finish simply, heart full and light as you step back from the mic. "couldn't be more thankful, this truly doesn't even feel real."

the applause follows you down the stairs, but all you care about is getting back to your seat. chris is already standing, waiting.

"see? you killed that," he says, voice low and smooth.

"did i?" you tease, still catching your breath.

he leans in close, shades slipping down his nose. "told you, you ain’t built like these other girls."

you roll your eyes, trying to downplay the way your chest tightens. "you’re so fucking cocky," you snicker.

"nah, m'just right," he shrugs, the smirk on his plush lips deepening.

you laugh despite yourself, knowing damn well he’s never gonna let you forget this moment.

his smirk morphs into a soft smile, one of awe and adoration as his eyes soften. he slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side and kissing the top of your head. "proud o'you, mama. knew you'd get this shit one day," he mumbles in a soft whisper against your hair.

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[luvrrszn]

by the book

FRAT!RAFE CAMERON x TUTOR!FEM READER

summary failing his class, rafe seeks out your help. there's only one problem—you both can't stand each other

warnings enemies (somewhat) to lovers, fluff, angst somewhat, erm idk! not proofread

a/n university timeline! this was so self-indulgent LOLL i'm getting bored plssssss send me requests loveya

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you think frat boys are a waste of space.

noisy, messy, entitled.

rafe thinks tutors are a waste of time.

nerds, pretentious, judgemental.

but here he is in front of you, almost begging for you to tutor him.

rafe cameron, the kook king. rafe cameron, who has everything going for him. wealth, popularity, and a carefree lifestyle. perhaps too carefree, since it led him to seek out the one person who would rather be talking to anyone but him.

"cameron, i said no. can you get that through your thick skull?" you grumble, trying to wave him away with your hand as the other brings your cup of tea to your lips.

he'd hunted you down to find you at the campus coffee shop after getting back his latest math exam grade.

"i'll wear you down eventually." he smirks before turning to leave.

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and true to his word, he doesn't give up easy.

everywhere you go, he's there.

studying in the library? he's pulling out a chair across from you, staring at you the whole time.

getting ready for a lecture? he's settling down next to you.

slowly, he starts bringing you coffee or tea for lectures.

"fine! i'll do it, i'll tutor you. y'know, if you spent all this time studying instead of following me around, you'd be at least a little bit better." you grumble, picking at the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

"i knew i'd wear you down." he chuckles, stretching his legs out. you bump your knees back against him, complaining about his "incessant manspreading". he starts to protest, but the girl in front of you whips her head around and glares at the both of you, effectively shutting the both of you up.

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when you meet him for the first tutoring session, you change locations about four times.

the library's too crowded.

the courtyard is too hot.

rafe's frat house? no way in hell.

you eventually reluctantly offer up your off-campus apartment.

you let out a sigh of relief when you finally get settled at your dining table, hoping that the two of you can finally study in a conducive environment.

you're quickly proven wrong.

rafe cameron cannot focus for more than five minutes at a time. he constantly tries to distract you, throwing in sarcastic comments, insults, pushing your buttons to see just how far he can go before you snap.

but you're familiar with the games he's playing, and you won't let him win.

"cameron, if you're going to waste my time, just leave now." you sigh, slamming your pen down on the table.

"chill out, bookworm. we've been studying for like what? two hours?"

"not two hours. barely even one. and what you've been doing hardly counts as studying." you grit out, rubbing your temples. the urge to slap him int he face has never been this strong.

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weeks fly by and before you know it, you're on your eighth tutoring session

"no, you have to differentiate that first. you need the derivative of that equation to solve this part." you explain, pointing at the textbook in front of rafe.

the two of you have surprisingly managed to study for around two hours, and the sun is starting to set outside.

"shall we get takeout? it's getting late, i'm sure all the restaurants will be crowded by now." rafe mumbles, scrolling through a food delivery app on his phone. you want to protest, going to check for ingredients in your refrigerator, only to be met with a few bottles of water and condiments.

"yeah, let's get some chinese food."

"already ordered," rafe replies, chucking his phone onto your sofa. he's somehow made himself comfortable on your sofa, scrolling through netflix.

"what are you doing? we're not done yet, you've still got three pages to go!" you groan in annoyance, looking at the mess of papers on your dining table.

"we'll call it homework. can't we just rest now? i've done so much already." rafe puppy-dog eyes you, and you're half-disgusted. half...because somehow that stupid expression works on you.

he settles on a movie, some stupid sci-fi.

you settle on the opposite end of the couch, grumbling at his choice of entertainment. your arms are crossed, eyes on the screen but not really paying attention. rafe's too smug about getting out of his work early, and you’re too stubborn to admit that maybe—just maybe—you don’t totally hate having him around.

your stubbornness bites you in the ass when you try to watch the movie, but can't see anything because of the stupid spot you chose to settle down in. rafe notices, and chuckles, "sweets, you can just come over here, y'know. i don't bite."

"only you would invite me to make myself comfortable in my own apartment." you roll your eyes, but move over to sit down next to him anyway.

the sci-fi movie drones on, something about aliens and government conspiracies, and at some point, the exhaustion of tutoring him starts to creep in. your muscles loosen, and your head lolls back against the cushion.

then, somehow—without even noticing when it happened—you’re leaning into him.

your cheek is against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing lulling you into something close to comfort. his arm is draped lazily over your shoulder, fingers idly tracing patterns against your sleeve.

you should move. y should put some space between you. but his warmth is distracting, the kind that makes you forget why you were annoyed in the first place.

and then his voice—soft, teasing, close to your ear.

“knew you'd come around on the idea of me, tutor girl.”

you shove him, rolling your eyes, but you don’t move away. and neither does he.

—

that night, you lean against the doorframe of your front door as he puts on his shoes to leave.

"don't forget to finish up those few questions before tomorrow night. you'll reap the rewards of what you sow." you nag as he laces his shoes.

"yes ma'am," he nods, and before you can react, he plants a chaste kiss on the top of your head and leaves.

you're left standing in your doorway, shocked.

you spend the rest of the night replaying it in your head. the casual way he did it, like it was nothing. like kissing you—even just there—wasn’t some line he shouldn’t have crossed.

and the worst part? you didn’t hate it.

by the next evening, you’re ready to put it behind you. you tell yourself it didn’t mean anything, that he probably didn’t even think twice about it. you're his tutor, not his friend—not whatever else your brain is trying to twist this into.

so when an hour passes after your scheduled session, and rafe still hasn’t shown up, you check your phone.

nothing.

another hour.

still nothing.

you feel something ugly settle in your chest.

maybe it had meant something, and now he’s avoiding you. or maybe it really was nothing, and that’s exactly why he didn’t even bother to show up.

either way, you’re not letting him off that easy.

so you do what any self-respecting tutor would do.

you track him down.

—

the party is loud, filled with the usual crowd of overconfident frat boys and girls draped over them like accessories. it's a reminder of everything you hate about frat boys and sorority girls.

it doesn’t take long to spot him.

rafe is leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, smirking at some girl who’s way too close. she giggles, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. His hand rests casually on the counter—just inches from her waist.

your stomach knots.

he wasn’t just busy. he chose not to come.

your feet move before you can think.

“nice to see you working so hard,” you snap as you stop beside him.

rafe turns his head, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. like he’s expecting you.

“relax, tutor girl,” he drawls, tilting his drink. “didn’t realize my education was such a priority for you.”

this time, his nickname for you of "tutor girl" has lost its affection. instead, he throws it out like an insult.

your jaw clenches. “you need to pass this class, Rafe.”

“oh, I will,” he shrugs, not even looking guilty. just amused. “ but I figured I’d take the night off. you’re not my girlfriend, i don't have to listen to you.”

the girl beside him giggles again, and you have to resist the urge to throw his drink in his face.

“clearly,” you snap, turning on your heel. “good luck figuring it out on your own. don't ever come begging me for help ever again.”

you’re halfway to the door when you feel him grab your wrist.

“hey.” his voice is softer now, but still teasing. "i was joking, i just lost track of time. i didn't mean to bail on you."

but it's too late. the damage is done. the words he threw out without a care had hurt you.

you yank your arm free. “enjoy your night, rafe.”

then you leave.

and this time, he’s the one left standing there, watching you go.

—

the cold air outside is a sharp contrast to the warmth of the party, but you barely register it. you just keep walking, wrapping your arms around yourself, willing the sting in your chest to fade.

it was stupid to expect anything different from him.

you’re halfway down the street when you hear footsteps behind you, quick and determined.

“wait.”

you don’t stop.

“goddamn it, would you just stop?”

a hand grabs your elbow, pulling you to a stop. you turn, eyes blazing.

“what?” you snap. “didn’t humiliate me enough back there? figured you’d chase me down to finish the job?”

rafe exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “jesus, would you chill?”

“oh, i’m sorry,” you scoff. “am i overreacting? am i supposed to just laugh it off when you blow me off and talk to me like i’m just some girl who’s annoying you instead of the person who’s been helping you?”

he falters. the teasing smirk is gone now, and for the first time tonight, he actually looks… regretful.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he mutters.

“then how did you mean it?”

he hesitates. and for once, rafe not having an immediate comeback feels worse than anything else.

you shake your head. “forget it, rafe.” you pull your arm free. “go back to your party. go back to her.”

you can't shake the image of rafe and the girl. in that moment, it reminded you that rafe was really just a frat boy. and you hated frat boys. cocky, entitled, always with a new girl each week.

but you don’t get far (distance-wise and spiralling-wise) before he says, “i didn’t even care about her.”

something in his voice makes you pause. not teasing. not cocky. just… honest.

you turn slowly. “really? because it sure as hell didn’t look that way.”

he exhales, stepping closer. “i knew you’d come.”

you blink. “excuse me?”

“i knew you’d come looking for me,” he says, quieter this time. “and i wanted to see if it—if i—actually mattered to you.”

you stare at him, thrown completely off guard. “that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard.”

“yeah,” he admits. “but did it work?”

you don’t answer. you can’t answer, because the truth is right there between you, laid out in the way you showed up at this party, in the way you’re still standing here, in the way your chest tightens when you look at him.

and judging by the way he watches you, he knows it too.

he steps even closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “i’m sorry.”

and maybe it’s the way he says it. or the way he’s actually apologizing for once. or maybe it’s the fact that, despite everything, you know this isn’t just about tutoring anymore.

but when he reaches for your hand, you don’t pull away.

you don’t pull away.

his fingers curl around yours, hesitant, like he’s waiting for you to shake him off and walk away for good. like he knows he deserves it.

but you don’t.

because as much as you hate to admit it, this was never just about tutoring. never just about rafe being annoying, or you being stubborn, or either of you pretending this was nothing more than an arrangement.

so you stay.

“you’re an idiot,” you murmur, staring at where his hand holds yours.

he exhales a short laugh. “yeah. i know.”

his thumb brushes over your knuckles, testing the waters. you let him.

the party is still raging behind you, music echoing through the street, but it’s like none of it matters anymore. it’s just you and him, standing too close under the dim glow of the streetlights, the tension finally shifting into something you’re not ready to name.

“so what now?” you ask, voice quieter now.

he tilts his head, studying you. then, with a smirk—one softer than usual, laced with something more vulnerable—he says, “well, i still need to pass that class. hopefully with the help of my super duper smart girlfriend?”

you roll your eyes. “i hate you.”

“nah,” he grins. “you like me.”

and maybe, just maybe, you do.

[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI!)

Geto is cruel. He sits manspread in front of a mirror and strips you on his lap. He spanks you and watches your cheeks jiggle, laughs at your moans and mocks the way you cry out.

He turns you to face your reflection and blast-fucks you with his thick ass fingers. Then deeply mumbles against your hair

'You know how fucking slutty it is of you? arching that back and shaking those hips, hmm? damn slut.'

'N-No I'm not! mmmh'

'You're wiggling your hips on me you slut.' He groaned deeply, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look straight into the mirror.

"Ah! Geto, stop, it's so embarassing.."

'This body of yours has no shame now, does it?' he sinks his hand deeper in, viciously scissoring inside you.

'Aww look, your lewd pussy is swallowing my fucking hand now?'

'Getoo!' You claw at his forearm and close your legs shut, caging his hand inside in the way. The wave of pleasure hit you like a truck and you pushed the loudest moan, eyesight fully blurred out.

He mocked you with a chuckle, but your hole clamped so hard on his hand you felt the shame wash over you.

He whispered and licked your ealobe 'Look...it won't let go.' Then suddenly pulled his hand out in a motion that had you seeing stars. knitting his brows at how lusciously you moaned his name again.

'Don't start babbling now, huh? I'm not even through it with your little cunt'. He pulls off his lap and props you on your knees, whipping his hard length out...

[sunlxst]

idk about you but my sylus is a freak hoe

sylus x reader

smut-dubious consent-nonconsensual filming-public sex-cockwarming-

Pervert Sylus that makes you sit on his face post workout. “come on sweetie, let me taste you-I’ll be quick I promise” Liar. He has to take his time lapping noisily at your pussy, easing his tongue into your clenching hole gushing your mess all over his cheeks, your wetness running towards his ears. Of course he didn’t mind, the smell of you gets him hard against his shorts that he freeballs in, just to show you what you're missing out on the longer you ignore him. He knows what he’s doing, just moments before, his legs wide in. a manspread in front of you as he watches your sets carefully, but your eyes could never stay far from the massive outline of his cock resting against his thigh. Sylus owns his own gym and it’s always just of two of you in there so why not? Got him riled up seeing you bashfully stare, makes easy access to coax you into sucking his tip, an aching shade of pink weeping beads of cum. You use your hand for what you didn’t have suckling between your lips but his hips buck upwards trying to get more of him into your pretty mouth. He needs it and he loves the sound of your gag reflex when he’s successful, “fuck that’s it sweetie—just like that-do it for me yeah?”

pervert sylus that can’t wait until you change for the day to take your panties. he’ll just slip ‘em right off. “sylus really? here?” you whine as sylus pins you to his motorcycle with your back pressing up against him. His hands slide under your mini skirt savoring the feel of your thighs so warm and inviting, “Yes really” he says “you keep flashing me when you bend over so now i need them kitten.” you try to push his hands off but he hardly budges. his thumbs hook at the fabric at your hips and when you clench your legs together it only make him want them more and the pretty pussy it’s hiding. Soon you accept defeat, and you step out of them once they reach your knees. he likes it when you watch him bring the seat of your panties to his mouth, dragging his tongue right against the wet spot sucking the juices off the cotton. “that’s so gross Sylus” you say your face scrunching. it’s cute to him that you think he cares. “nothing is gross when it comes to you sweetheart”. the sweet familiar taste of your arousal got him hooked. He’s bending you over the seat of his bike hiking your skirt up to get his cock in you. Doesn’t matter if he’s in broad daylight out in public it turns him on knowing you’re bare and wet for him. His poor bike taking the onslaught of his unforgiving pounding and you putting more and more of you weight on it. Poor you-sylus drunk off his lust for you as he’s drilling your pussy which sends waves of pain and pleasure into your stomach. “a-ah sylus slowerr” you moan numbly and yet he’s hiking up your leg and fucking you slower but harder, the new position gets your sweet spot and your cumming around him after just a few thrusts. “love the way you feel when you cum on me kitten-so tight”. He bursts hot ribbons inside you, watches his cock fuck it all back into you when he pulls out.

Speaking of that motorcycle, pervert sylus would give in to your pleas to sit in the front only if you cockwarm him as you ride around Linkon. “Sylus that’s so dangerous though” you mumble, “what if we crash?”

you hadn’t quite accepted his proposal but he’s already undoing his jeans. “We won’t sweetie i’ll still be in control” he’s good at persuading you, telling you to trust him, your undefeated champion. Your skirt splays over his lap that the wind helps carry as you nervously hold onto the handles. it’s your nerves that has you clenching, your thighs quivering. It feels so good though, especially when you hit a hump a little too fast, you're slow to kill the moan that ripples from your mouth as your butt bounces back on his lap. Sylus is keen to follow his own advice, arms locked around your waist, his massive frame leaning against your back. you feel his groan in his throat vibrate against your shoulders. Sylus muttering filth in your helmet’s intercom, “ah-damn kitten, just sucking me in so good-let's get some speed on us okay?”

“some speed” was 10 miles past the speed limit. Sylus has you weaving through the steady traffic like an expert. “sylus- it’s too fast I can’t- you feel so good”. The adrenaline of sliding past cars so narrowly sends shockwaves inside you, your thighs clamping down putting sweet pressure on your throbbing clit, your hips rutting errraticly against the textured leather as best as you could under his grasp, “fuck kitten are you forgetting where we are?” sylus growls deep in your ear “damn-it’s like you’re trying to suck the cum out of me baby-fuck!-take it then-“

You end up running a red light just as you feel him throbbing and a warm gush flooding your insides. Sylus pulls into a nearby parking garage and humps your pussy until you're creaming.

Pervert sylus that loves to use mephisto as an accomplice to indiscreetly film you. It doesn’t take much to persuade his bird friend anyway, Mephisto has zero loyalty to you compared to the devotion they have for their one and only friend. the mechanical bird perches at your window and gets a good beady red eye into your steamy bathroom, capturing every curve that presses up against the glass door, your soapy breasts and your hands sliding over your nipples and the rest of your body. You have Sylus achingly stiff when you spread yourself open to let the water run over, his eyes drinking the outline of your pussy. Sylus who, after killing another assassin, rubs one out near the dead body cause he’s too hard and impatient to call the boys to deal with it. his eyes glued to his phone as it streams the feed mephisto provides. Belt and pants pooling at his prada dress shoes, a slick hand working his cock watching you step out, tits gently bouncing as you grab a towel, so blissfully unaware of him violating your privacy. Some days he’s lucky and mephisto will catch you touching yourself. You spread on top of your bed working your vibrator over your clit. His bird friend knows him too well- zooming in, giving Sylus a nice eyeful of your wetness dripping down your ass and your shaky thighs adjusting themselves as you find that perfect edge. The only thing he needs is the sound of your moans. Quick improvements to mephisto’s auditory system fixes that problem. even through your window he hears you whining his name under the buzz of your toy. your eyes shut, thinking about him pounding you as you beg for him.”O-oh god- sylus-fuck me-please”

and he’s responding to you on the other side as if you could hear him “I know sweetie i know- you’re so hungry for me-fuck. I need you so bad baby-spread your legs for me, let me see where you need me gorgeous.”

and you flip over like the good girl you are, face squished in your sheets ass in the air as you reach behind to drag your toy over your damp folds. Sylus could almost feel the soft touch of your ass fucking back on him as he watches your hips wiggle. he tries to come with you and sometimes he’s successful, other times you’re too much for him and he’s nutting all over his phone imagining spreading you open as he paints your sopping pussy and ass with his seed. He’ll watch until the end, getting ready to be at your door before you even think to redress.

[whore4abby]

cookies 2; dbf!abby anderson

part 1

warnings; older!abby, smut - fingering (r!recieving), masturbating (reader), mdni

wc; 1.5k

secrets and side-eyes;

she’s your dad’s best friend for fucks sake, you shouldn't be feeling this way about a woman 20 years older than you, but yet here you are silently pining after her and avoiding her like the damn plague that you’re desperate not to catch. staying cooped up in your room with the lame excuse of ‘homework’ whenever she came over to watch a game with your dad. catching glimpses of her as you leave the safe confinements of your bedroom and sneak down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, your heart almost stopping and you eyes widening immediately when she makes eye contact, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, showing her delight in making you flustered.

abby looks up at you and raises an eyebrow as she sees you walk into the living room, ”hey, honey~” she says casually, but there’s an undertone of something more in her voice. she leans forward and places her elbows on her knees, her blown-out eyes trail down your body hungrily. a hint of a cocky smirk curls at the corner of her lips. the sexual tension between you two is extremely evident and you can’t help but squirm a little under her gaze as her eyes linger on you for a little too long.

“hey…abby….” you try and speak as nonchalantly as possible, but the words seem to snag in your throat as she’s practically undressing you with her eyes, probably thinking about bending you over the nearest counter and fucking you dumb until you can’t walk straight.

“come and watch a movie with us…” your dad doesn’t seem to notice abby staring and smiles happily. he’s sitting in his trusty old, leather la-z-boy recliner, leaving you no other choice but to sit next to abby on the tiny beige two seater sofa. fuck that. you have better things to do than to endure some mind-numbingly shitty movie for the rest of the night.

“dad i would love to, but…i got stuff to work on…” you sigh softly in frustration, talking in a mildly exasperated tone as you're absolutely insistent on not sitting next to abby. but you truly would rather work on a bullshit project than sit beside her for two hours.

“cmon, kiddo….i hardly spend time with you anymore.” your dad looks at you with a hint of sadness showing on his face and you can’t help but feel a wave of guilt. because its true, being so busy with college and the relentless studying and countless assignments doesn't leave you much time to spend with him these days.

“ugh…fine…”your shoulders slump in defeat and you pout as you walk over to sit beside abby. you squeeze in next to her, her thick thighs pressing into yours as she manspreads even further, obviously getting a kick out of this.

you instinctively reach for a nearby fuzzy blanket to cover up your bare thighs, mentally cursing yourself for wearing such small pyjama shorts in front of her. abby notices you trying to cover up your legs and a smug, knowing smile spreads across her lips, she crosses her arms and leans back into the couch, pushing her knees out even further and bumping them into your legs which only heightens the ongoing tension between the both of you.

you catch onto her act but don’t acknowledge her subtle clues at all, choosing to continue watching the television quietly. after a little while you can feel the weight of her gaze on you again and you turn your head slightly to look at her curiously from the corner of your eye and see her staring at you intently, almost as if she’s studying you somehow.

you turn your head fully and your eyes lock with hers but you don't say anything as your father is still in the room and it makes things unbearably awkward. but despite the growing tension, abby doesn't give a single fuck that he's sitting right there as she slips her hand under the blanket and traces an intricate pattern with her fingertips across the flesh of your thighs.

“you're so naughty… letting me touch you like this while your daddy's in the room~” she whispers into your ear as she slips her hand beneath your soft cotton shorts. you’re thankful for your dad being utterly engrossed in the movie and the booming sound effects making it impossible for anyone but you to hear her words but you still feel so embarrassed of the way your body is reacting to her lewd touch.

the crotch of your shorts is practically sopping wet by the time she gets her hands to where you need her most. she smirks when she feels that you aren't wearing any panties, this new revelation seeming to amuse her. she ever so slightly brushes the pad of her middle finger across your clit, making you bite your lip harshly to stop yourself from making any noise.

she continues to tease you, rubbing tiny circles over your clit before dragging her fingers down through your folds to thrust into your soaked slit, before dragging them back out, evoking a gasp from you.

this back and forth continues for what feels like forever until you're so wet its almost dripping down your thighs and you have to resist the urge to start bucking your hips up into her. the movie quickly comes to an end and she reluctantly drags her hand out of your shorts and rests it back on her own leg. her fingers are still shiny with your slick, glistening in the dim light, your eyes widen as she subtly puts them in her mouth to suck them clean with an air of pride.

you quickly spring up from your seat as soon as the credits start rolling, “i’m really tired, i’m sorry…” you lie, adding in a faux yawn to hopefully fool your dad into letting you leave. your father looks over at you and nods, “of course, you should go to bed. i’ll see you in the morning.” you smile and say your goodnights to both your dad and abby before retreating back up the stairs. the stickiness on your inner thighs reminding you of the feeling of abby’s hand on your cunt just mere minutes ago.

you quickly close your bedroom door behind you, relishing in the silence and security. the room is cozy, decorated with soft colors, from the lavender walls, to the soft white sheets on your comfy bed with plushies and various stuffed animals sitting neatly against the fluffy throw pillows.

you walk over to your bed and collapse down onto it, the lingering wetness of your shorts pressing against your throbbing pussy. you close your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself down, but it's no use. your body is still hot and trembling from all the excitement that abby had brought upon you. and as much as you try to ignore it, that familiar ache between your thighs keeps growing stronger and harder to ignore by the minute, leaving you helplessly longing for a release.

you hand drifts down into your shorts to slowly touch yourself, the memories of what happened earlier still floating around in your mind. your shaky fingers glide over your pussy, still soaked from all the attention abby gave you. barely audible moans leave your lips as you rub through your delicate folds before mimicking the rhythmic movements of abby’s fingers on your clit. your mind is filled with nothing but dirty thoughts about abby and it makes it harder to resist your orgasm.

your breathing becomes ragged and your hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more of the delicious friction that’s pushing you over the edge. your fingers start to move faster, frantically rubbing across your swollen clit and it isn't long before you're cumming, covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers and desperately refraining from crying out her name.

thinking only of the lingering and vivid memory of abby's fingers inside you and how good they stretched you out as you bite your lip and come down from your high, still feeling so aroused but so ashamed at the same time. you feel like such a pervert for thinking about abby this way but she seems so comfortable in this new situationship that’s unfolded between the two of you and it's as if all the existing boundaries been completely erased since that odd afternoon in the kitchen.

you get into bed with a strange sense of guilt lingering over you as you close your eyes tightly, as if trying to forget about everything that happened between the two of you. you lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, the experiences with abby feeling so surreal almost dream-like, and you’re not even quite sure how to process it all.

all you know for sure is that this changes everything between the two of you and it exceeds way beyond a fleeting infatuation or a silly crush on your end.

[nobodyknowsimalesbian777]

Fuck You - Ellie (Tlou 2)

NSFW tags - sub!ellie, lowkey hate sex, eatting out (e!receiving), one pussy slap (e!receiving), mentions of cat and dina, Jackson (after Santa Barbara) setting

authors note : guess who's back 😛 everybody say thank you to my girlfriend for requesting ellie smut

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you and Ellie had been sent on patrol together, again. Maria refused to acknowledge Ellies obvious internal quarrel with you

her sideways glances and unimpressed scoffs had been getting under your skin for months now, and you were determined to figure out what her problem was,

unfortunately, the infected had other plans, 20+ runners surrounded you while you were checking the abandoned pharmacy, leading you here

stuck in a stock room alone with the girl who had been pissing you off all day

"I could have fought them." she muttered, dropping herself into a dusty office chair

you couldn't help but feel your eyes roll, choosing to fidget with your gun rather then give her the satisfaction of an argument right now

Ellies dissatisfied huffs were incredibly hard to ignore, you glanced over to see her bent forward in the chair, manspreading with her elbows rested on her knees

green eyes met yours "what?" she barked at you

you felt your irritation grow with her as you perched your rifle against the wall, and turned to her "what the fuck is your problem?"

her eyes shot open, clearly surprised to be questioned so directly. Incoherent stuttering was all you heard as she tried to formulate an acceptable answer

she leaned back, pushing back her hair as she huffed again

"is it because of cat? or dina?" she rolled her eyes at your probing "because I didn't do that on purpose, if you haven't noticed, the lesbian population in Jackson is pretty fucking limited!" you nearly shouted

"it's not about them! I-.. It's-..fuck." Ellie clamored, her cheeks flushing as you looked down at her

a wave of realization hit you, blushing your cheeks to match hers

your gaze fell on each other as you internally weighed the pro's and con's

you discovered the need to get laid heavily out weighed the possible repercussions, and within seconds you were on your knees in front of her

Ellies fingers fell on her zipper, her tattoo flexing as she slowly pulled it down, lifting her hips

you slid off her beat-up jeans, and were met with a wet patch that proved she was thinking about you longer then you thought

green eyes met yours as you grabbed the waistband of her briefs, sliding them off while keeping your eyes on hers

your eyes wandered down, and you immediately got to work licking a thick stripe up her pussy

slick leaked out of her aching core while you swirled your tounge around her sensitive clit

her fingers weaved into your hair as she firmly pulled you in

within minutes you had ellie bucking her hips up into your face, desperately riding you in search of release

slick covered the bottom half of your face before you shoved your tounge into her, watching as her back arched off her chair

Ellies moans and whines filled the room as she fucked herself on your face, so clearly close for you

right when you considered pulling away slightly to ask, you heard a long, high-pitched moan

her thighs tensed next to you as her orgasm took over, coating your tounge in her cum

Ellie shook as you pulled away from her, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand

"figured out what your problem was" you teased, lightly slapping her overstimulated clit

her green eyes rolled back "yeah, yeah, fuck you"