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Lights, Camera, Action (James Franco x Female reader)

summary: James Franco and Y/n always hated each other on set. But everyone could feel the undeniable tension between the two. One day when the pair have to film a sex scene for their new movie, the scene becomes a little too real.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, public sex, lap grinding, degrading kink, slapping.

"No please I'm fine!" I say to my manager, bickering at me through the phone. "Today you are shooting a few small scenes and the sex scene, honestly Y/n if you're not comfortable-" My manager responds back to me breathlessly. "I'm fine! I got to go, I have to get to the hair and makeup trailer, I'll meet you on set." I say, hanging up the phone, annoyance laced in my voice.

I was definitely not enthralled by the fact I had to shoot a very nude, intimate scene with James, but that's what actors do! James and I never got along, but we have been in more movies together than I could count. Our on-screen chemistry seems to be the main thing that keeps the money flowing in our pockets. I hate James, and since we have spent so much time with each other working on projects, he knows exactly what to say to push my buttons.

***

"It looks amazing, thank you..." I say under my breath to the hairdresser doing my hair. She smiles at me and exits my trailer. My hair was let down, flowing down the back of my robe. As my hairdresser exited, James entered. I turn in my chair to face him, giving him a bored expression. He was wearing the same white robe as me, and his hair was all-natural, revealing the small curls in his hair.

"What?" I say to him, standing up to grab a cigarette out of my purse. "why are you always such a moody bitch?" He says to me scrunching up his eyebrows, a look of confusion and disgust all over his face. I pause my movement, pulling the now-lit cigarette away from between my teeth. "What the fuck is your problem, I'm sorry that I'm not crawling up your ass every second like everyone else on set," I say to him, walking closer to him. He laughs, looking down at me like I'm some idiot.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He says to me, only a couple inches away from my body, looking down at me with so much hatred. I look at him for a second, scanning his face. "This is my trailer, you brought your sorry ass here to come to bug me because clearly, you got nothing better to do," I say to him, finding myself raising my voice. "My sorry ass? Good luck making your way around Hollywood without me, you self-righteous cunt." He spits back at me, now only an inch away from my face.

I slap him across the face making his head turn. He looks back at me, grabbing my jaw hard with his hand and slamming my back against the wall behind me. Before I know it his lips are on mine, forcefully kissing me, still tightly holding my jaw. My hand grabs the back of his hair pulling and tugging as he hungrily kisses me.

His tongue aggressively moves around my mouth, his body now fully pressed against mine. I can already feel the pool between my legs. Until he pulled off of me, letting go of my jaw and stepping back, looking at my body flush against the wall. He brings his fingers up to his now red, swollen lips, and drags his fingers against them, smiling, and walking out of my trailer.

***

"AND, ACTION." The director yells, and the camera starts rolling. I look into James's eyes as he's on top of me. I could feel his genital guard digging into mine, protecting us from actually having sex. I watched as he flicked his eyes down to stare at my unclothed tits. His large hands rubbed up the side of my body, grazing his thumb over my nipple. Although this is a scene, I can't help but feel aroused and I don't know why.

A sheet covers both of our lower halves, only exposing our naked torsos. James pushes his hand under the sheet, touching my genital guard. My eyes flick up at him, knowing that's not a part of the script, but I play into it. He removes my genital guard, looking up at me. My cheeks got hot at the thought of the whole cast watching, thinking this is just us 'acting.'

He removed his and looked at me, I nodded my head. I could see some confused stares from the people on set, knowing my head nod of approval was not in the script. I look away, trying to remember my line but hesitating as he slides himself inside of me. I say my line, trying to keep the sheet from slipping off of us. I tried to keep my moans minimal as to the script, but I couldn't help it.

His cock is thick and big, fucking me so good. I didn't care anymore, I pulled him down kissing his lips, completely moving off the script. The directors didn't stop us, because the acting looked too real to intervene. He swirled his tongue around my mouth, fucking me harder. I could feel the feeling building up in my stomach indicating I was gonna finish soon.

My moans become louder and the scene becomes more heated as I grab onto him, ready to finish, right here. "AND CUT." The director yells and James pulls out of me, putting his genital guard back on, leaving me under the sheets. "This is not done." He whispers in my ear as he gets up. "That was the most amazing sex scene of my life, I could've sworn you guys were really making love under there!" The director says to me and James making us both awkwardly laugh.

Getting up quickly, I walk past the amazed looks from my 'performance' and walk back to my trailer. What the fuck did I just do. I can feel my cheeks get flushed at the embarrassed thoughts. In one swift motion, my hand gets pulled from behind me, spinning me around and making my back slam flat onto the side of James's trailer. He stands in front of me, his eyes dark, filled with desire.

I grab his face and pull him down towards me inclosing his lips within mine. He pulls away, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his trailer, closing the door behind him. His hands are quickly on my body, pulling off my robe and genital guard, cupping my tits. He discards his robe and genital guard, pulling me against him, and walking backward until the backs of his legs hit the couch, sitting down. Placing me right on his cock, I straddle his lap, kissing up his neck and jaw making him let out low moans of satisfaction.

I start grinding against the base of his dick, spreading my juices up his cock. "Yeah, you wanna ride it?" He says to me, licking his lips and smirking. I nod my head, giving him a devilish smile. His hands caressed my thighs and hips, guiding me as I grinded on his hard cock. He grabbed his cock, dragging it through my slit and rubbing circles on my clit with his tip, making me throw my head back in pleasure. "Fuck me." I let out breathlessly.

He brings his dick to my entrance and I slam my hips down making him let out a low groan. I start riding him fast and hard, my tits bouncing in his face. "yeah you fucking dirty whore, take it." He says to me between moans, digging his fingers into my hips, making me whimper. He grabs my jaw, turning my head. "Look at me. Look at me as you ride my fucking cock." He says to me, squeezing my jaw with his large hand. I lean in closer, smashing my lips against his.

He kisses me forcefully, biting my bottom lip as he pulls away from me. "Yes, James ah." I start moaning, loudly, wanting to close my eyes in pleasure but keeping eye contact. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth releasing moans and cuss words. "Fuck I'm coming close," I say to him, becoming tired and sloppier as I ride him. He grabs my lower back and flips my back onto the couch. Now he's on top of me, fucking me with so much force.

I was practically screaming in pleasure. He leans in closer, making his body flush against mine and pulling my hair. I whimper loudly, cumming all over his cock at the time as he finishes inside of me. He quickly pulls out of me, grabbing the box of tissues and cleaning up. He looks me in my eyes for a second as he's cleaning me and see a moment of sincerity in there.

"Sorry for yelling at you," I say to him quietly."Which time?" He says to me, smiling. "Shut up" I smile back covering my hands with my face. "Sorry for calling you a cunt." He says in a serious tone. "You're just saying that because you were just inside of me." I start laughing to myself making him start laughing too. Maybe James isn't so bad after all?

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Camp Counselor. (James Franco x Female reader.)

summary: When Y/n jumps at an opportunity to be a camp counselor at James Francos Acting Camp for the second year in a row, she doesn't expect that the A-list celebrity had his eye on her all this time.

idea inspired by @erot-ica <3

Warnings: smoking, smut, drunk sex, praising kink

The siren sound of an "alarm" fills the whole camp, signaling it was time to get up. I audibly groaned as the sound blared through the counselor cabin. We were only a few weeks into the summer and I still wasn't used to that sound. For the second summer in a row, I decided to pick up a job at James Francos Acting Camp. It was an amazing opportunity from the start, as soon as I heard about it, I knew I needed to apply to be a counselor.

The only real qualifications were that we had to know a decent amount about acting literature, we had enough experience in acting, and we would be open-minded mentors. The whole aspect of the camp was to teach young teens acting techniques, and how to build yourself a career and domain.

The camp was of course run by the one and only James Franco. He would make a weekly appearance to give tips, and tricks, and help some of the counselors teach a tough course. Considering he was the expert, his peace of mind was much needed in most cases. Last summer, when it was my first time counseling here, James helped me throughout all my classes. There was a rumor between the counselors that James and I fucked, which didn't happen. Although I wished it did.

Today James was making his weekly appearance which was exciting, maybe me and him could catch up. "Get up bitch, we got kids to teach and you got a daddy to fuck." I turn my head to see one of my closest counselor friends, Marissa getting ready, smiling at me. "I am not fucking James, never have and never will," I respond putting my pillow on top of my face to block out the sunshine. I could hear Marrisa walk over to my bunk, pulling the pillow off my face. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart." She says to me, smirking.

***

"Did you see the face that kid made when he was trying to impersonate the godfather?" Marrisa says to me, holding her stomach laughing. "Stop Marrissa, you're gonna get us caught," I respond back to her trying to hold in my laugh. We just finished our first class of the day, and we are now on break, smoking a joint behind one of the cabins. "Ladies..." I turn my head quickly to see James walking towards us, butting out the joint and throwing the roach. "Hello, James." Marrisa and I both say in unison. He was now standing in front of us, a smile on his face.

"I heard tonight there's gonna be a bonfire party down by the lake." He says to us, flicking his eyes between us. "Yeah, are you gonna be there Mr Franco?" Marrisa says, smiling at him. He laughs shaking his head. "I'm not sure. Will you be there Y/n?" He looks at me, waiting for my response. "Yeah, maybe," I respond, feeling nervous under his stare. "See you guys tonight." He says to us, looking me up and down and not giving Marissa another look, walking off. "Oh, he wants to fuck you." She says to me nudging my shoulder. "Shut up..." I say, forcing back a smile.

***

"What are you girls wearing to the bond fire tonight?" I say to the girls in my cabin, looking through my options. The day is done and it is now night. The kids are in bed sound asleep but we counselors are ready to party. "I am trying to look as whorish as possible, I heard James is gonna be there tonight." I hear one of the girls in the cabin say. "Yeah, but good luck the only piece of ass he wants is this one right here." I feel Marissa grab my ass as she walks past me, making me laugh. "Here wear this." Marrisa throws a bright red bikini halter top at me and a pair of jean shorts. "That ought to get his attention." She says devilishly.

The beach is packed with counselors when we get there. Everyone has a drink in their hand. People's drunk bodies are buried in the sand. It wasn't long before I am like that too. About 6 drinks later I'm hammered. The whole time I was looking for James but I couldn't find him, so I gave up, laying in the warm sand and closing my eyes. It was peaceful until I felt a large hand grab my hip. Making me shoot my eyes open.

It's Jared, the gross, scum bag counselor. All the girls hate him because not only is he super misogynistic, he used to seriously beat on his last girlfriend who worked here. "Ew get the fuck off of me Jared," I say trying to pry out of his hold. His body lays in the sand next to me, trying to get me to lie on top of him. "c'mere baby." his words are slurred, he's even more drunk than me. This is when I realized that this fucker can't take no for an answer. "Get off," I say more sternly. His hand trails down the side of my hip. "Get the fuck out of here Jared." I hear I familiar voice say.

I look up to see James standing over us. "Whatever buddy," Jared says, standing up and almost falling over. "You're fired too, buddy." James says to him mimicking Jared's voice when he says "Buddy." I start bursting out laughing. James reaches his hand out helping me up off the sand. "Thank you," I say, drunkenly smiling and hugging him. I could tell James was a little drunk too, his breath smelt like booze and his demeanor was much more relaxed and playful. "come on." He says to me, hooking his arm under my leg and carrying me bridal style.

I start laughing again, studying his face as he carries me. There was a smile plastered on his face. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, revealing his chest. His hair was messy, and his eyes were low. But a large smile was plastered on his face. He smelt like men's cologne, cigarettes, and booze. I wasn't sure where he was taking me, but we were now off the beach, walking through the trail toward the counselor cabins. I felt my eyes close for a bit but they reopened once I felt him stop.

We were on the porch of my cabin. He puts my feet down back on the ground. "You okay?" He says to me, looking at my face. But I didn't say anything at all, I just kissed him. My hand grabbed his shirt, pulling him down closer to my mouth, kissing him intensely. His tongue swirled around my mouth. The taste of beer and vodka was laced in our kiss. He pushed my body back against the door, opening it. The cabin was dark, both of us stumbling over shoes and items left on the floor. I broke the kiss turning the cabin light on and pulling him over to my bed.

Laying flat on my back on the bed James crawls between my legs kissing me while his hands run through my hair. He pulls back staring at my body sprawled on the bed. He looks at me, slowly pulling my shorts off my ass and discarding them onto the floor. He unbuttons his shirt revealing his toned abs and chest. I sit up grabbing his face in my hands and kissing him harshly. "I want you to fuck me, so hard I can't breathe Mr Franco," I whisper in his ear. My words were strung out and drunk, and so were his, I knew I would regret saying that later.

He looked at me smirking, taking my words as a challenge. He pulled me fully onto his lap straddling him. He quickly unbuttoned his belt and his pants revealing his cock. It was big and thick. "You think you can take that?" He says to me laughing as I stare at his dick mesmerized. I lick my lips, nodding my head. He grabs my hips, moving my underwear to the side and slamming my hips down. The stretch around his cock was almost unbearable.

His cock hit my G-spot right away making me let out a loud moan. He didn't let me do any of the work. Grabbing hips and fucking my body on and off his dick. "Fuck, you're such a good girl." He says to me gripping my hips harder. The pace he was fucking me was brutal. It wasn't long before that familiar feeling was building up inside of me, indicating I was coming close.

But all of a sudden we heard noises. The sound of rustling outside both made me and James perk up. Indicating someone was about to enter the cabin. He pulled out of me and grabbed my hand pulling me into the bathroom and flicking the light on. Someone entered the cabin and must've gone right to bed considering the noises were short-lived. I was standing now in front of the bathroom sink, James standing behind me.

His hand ran up back, pushing it down to sit my ass on his dick behind me. I watch in the mirror as he pulls his dick out, keeping eye contact with me. I watch myself shudder as he drags his sensitive dick through my folds. I could see his eyes flutter shut and his jaw goes slack at the sensation. Catching me off guard he slams his dick in me. Once again holding onto my hips and fucking me on and off his dick. He never broke eye contact, staring at me in the mirror as he fucks me harshly.

His hand curls around me, attaching to my clit. I started to moan, forgetting the fact of the sleeping person in the other room. James leaned forward, putting his mouth against my ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock. Don't say another word." He says to me sternly. His voice was hoarse and deep, making me want to moan just from his words. His fingers started applying more pressure on my clit, making me let out small whimpers under my breath.

His other hand leaves my hip, moving up back and grabbing a fist full of my hair, pulling it so my body was against his chest. His mouth is now next to my ear. "I've wanted to do this to you the moment I laid my eyes on you." He whispers in my ear, still keeping eye contact through the mirror. My back was now completely flat against his chest, his dick still thrusting in and out of me, and his long fingers rubbing my clit. I can't even see straight, my body is filled with so much pleasure. "Cum for me," he says lowly. Rubbing my clit rough and fast making me come undone.

I am a mess, I can't even say a coherent sentence at this point. My vision is almost blurry as I cum all over his cock. I watch in the mirror as he throws his head back and releases inside of me, making him let out strings of moans in my ear. My body leans forward, grabbing onto the sink in front of me as he pulls out. He reaches over grabs toilet paper and bends down. He cleans my thighs and body gently.

He stands up cleaning himself off. My eyes are now closed my head hung between my shoulders. I grip the sink, exhausted. "You okay," he says to me. Rubbing my arms and kissing my shoulder. I turn around to face him, smiling. I lean in, kissing his lips deeply, breathing him in. He pulls back, looking at me like some beautiful creature. "Go rest. I got to get back to my cabin before anyone sees me." He says, giving me one last kiss on my lips and leaving the bathroom. Well, I guess Marissa called it because I just got fucked by James fucking Franco.

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Best Friends Daddy (James Franco x Female reader)

Summary: When Y/n anticipates a night of school work and studying at her best friend Marsha's house. Her early appearance gets her caught up in a fantasy that she's been dreaming of for years.

idea inspired by @francosgf <3

Warnings: Smut, spitting, choking, degrading kink, praising kink, daddy kink.

It was currently 3:45pm. I was packing my backpack with all my sleepover essentials. Not bothering to fold anything, just stuffing everything in and hoping it zips up. I was staying the night at my friend Marsha's house tonight. Marsha is my best friend, she's smart, funny, and is also the most gorgeous girl in school. She definitely got her looks from her Dad. Everyone knows that Marsha's dad James is totally hot. He used to be an ex-cop or something. He could handcuff me any day.

"Y/n, what time are you going to Marshas?" The sound of my mom's voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I shoot my head up to be met with my mom standing at my door. "Uh, now? She told me to be there around dinner time but I'm sure it's cool if I come early." I respond back to my mom, zipping up my backpack in the process. "Okay, see you tomorrow."

***

I patiently wait for someone to answer the door after ringing the bell. My feet kick at the old 'welcome' mat placed in front of the door until I hear the door open. My head shoots up with a smile, expecting to be met with Marsha's wide grin. But to my surprise, her Dad James answers. "Oh, Y/n. Marsha and her Mom just went out to get some last-minute things for dinner." James says to me, giving me a warm closed mouth smile and motioning his hand to Marsha's missing car in the driveway. "No, worries. I can come back-" I respond, almost feeling embarrassed of my early appearance. "No, please come in." He cuts me off, moving his body to the side to let me in the door. I look up and flash him a smile, walking into the house.

"Do you wanna' help me get dinner started?" He says to me, closing the door behind us. "Yeah sure, let me just bring my bag upstairs," I respond, unhooking my backpack strap from my shoulder. "No please let me!" James insists grabbing my backpack out of my hands. "Thank you, Mr. Franco," I mutter back to him. "Please, call me James." He responds back, flashing me a wide grin and disappearing up the stairs.

The living room smelt like something was baking in the oven. "I'm getting started with dinner, wanna help?" I turn my head to see James coming down the stairs. "Yeah," I respond, following behind him to the kitchen. He was wearing a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and a brown cardigan. His body was firm and tall, practically towering over me. Once we got to the kitchen James started cutting vegetables lying on a cutting board. Not too long after the room was erupted in jokes and laughter. The sounds of boiling vegetables and the faint noise of the tv fill my ears. I was sitting on the counter simply doing nothing but keeping James company as he prepares dinner.

"And yeah, that's pretty much it." He says to me, wrapping up one of his cop stories and throwing a washcloth over his shoulder. "How old are you?" He asks me curiously, crossing his arms over his chest. "18," I respond, biting back a grin knowing I'm 17. His eyes scanned over my body. He walked closer to me. The tension was thick. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. His hands rubbed over my body, groping my thighs, hips, and my ass. His hands squeezed around my ass, lifting it off the counter and making me wrap my legs around his waist.

My hand trailed down to his boner in his pants, palming it, causing him to slam my back into the nearest wall. "You fucking dirty girl." He says to me closing his eyes and throwing his head back as I apply more pressure to his cock in his pants. He lets out throaty groans making me need him more than ever. "Fuck me, Daddy," I say to him, looking up at him through my lashes. He wasted no time pulling his cock out of his pants. It was thick and long, pre-cum dripping out his tip. His rough hands flipped up my skirt and moved my panties to the side. He dragged his two fingers through my pussy.

"Fuck you're so wet. If we weren't short on time I'd sprawl you out on that counter and eat your pussy right here." He says to me lowly. "Do it," I responded, daring him. His eyes darkened, and he hesitated for a second, staring at my pussy. In one swift motion, he grabbed my ass again, lifting me off the wall and planting my ass on the edge of the cold countertop. He got down on his knees, pulling my body closer to his face, thrusting his tongue inside of me. My hands immediately grabbed onto his hair, pulling at the root as I rode against his face.

"Oh yes." I was a moaning mess. His tongue fucked me hard. As I rode against his face, his nose nudged my clit each time, making me on the verge of screaming. "Fuck Daddy don't stop," I say, the feeling that I'm coming close starts building up in my stomach. But he pulls off my pussy. "I want you to cum on my cock like the whore you are," he says to me, lining his cock up to my entrance and slamming into me.

He fucked me hard and raw. His rough hand grabbed my jaw. "Open your mouth." He says to me, darkly. I obey, opening my mouth widely. He leans forward, spitting in my mouth and then pressing my jaw shut. A small grin appears on his face as he watches me swallow his spit. His hand made its way down from grabbing my jaw to holding my neck. His large hand covered my entire neck, lightly squeezing it. The pressure was a sensation I never thought I would like.

His other hand which was resting on my thigh, moved over to my clit, rubbing small circles on it. My moans were loud, I couldn't contain myself. "Good girl, you're such a good girl." He said to me, between his groans of pleasure. His low throaty moans were all it took to have me coming undone all over his cock. Shortly after James released inside of me, filling me up.

The room was quiet for a while. Our rapid breathing was the only thing I could hear. James looked up at me, gently moving the hair out of my face. "You okay?" he says to me, looking over my face. "Yeah," I say, giving him a warm smile. "Hold on stay there." He says to me, before pulling out of me and disappearing off somewhere.

He quickly came back with a towel in his hand. He gently cleaned me off and helped me off the counter. "Hey are you sleeping over here tonight?" he says to me curiously. "Yeah me and Marsha got some school work to cram in," I respond, fixing myself up. But James doesn't respond, just a mischievous smirk appears on his face before the sound of the front door opens.

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My Brothers Best Friend. (Dave Franco x Female Reader) P A R T T W O

summary: After a night of lustfulness between Y/n and her brother's best friend, the morning after leaves no room for discussion. Knowing how wrong it feels, they can't deny their needs. Even if it means getting caught.

warnings: smut

Last night was crazy. I never in a million years would've thought that I would fuck my brother's best friend on our kitchen counter. It was now the next morning and Dave is still going to be here for one more night...

"Good Morning, look who decided to finally join us." My mom says to me as I walk into the dining room. Everyone was eating breakfast, and the table was covered in a spread of breakfast foods and juices. The only empty seat left was the seat next to Dave. I take a seat, making eye contact with Dave. I could see a smirk appear on his face as the events from last night both replayed in our minds.

"Were you up late last night? You're usually the first one up." My Mom says to me making my break eye contact with Dave. "Uh, yeah," I respond, taking bites out of my food. As the conversation around the table flowed, I stayed quiet, still trying to get the thoughts of last night out of my head. It wasn't long before I felt cold fingers graze the top of my knee. It was Dave.

His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, making my breath hitch. "What about you Y/n?" My mom says to me, looking at me, waiting for my response. "Uh, I'm sorry I wasn't listening," I respond. I wasn't even remotely focused on my mom's words, all I could think about was how Dave was making me feel. His fingers were now on my clothed pussy.

"I said, do you want more eggs?" My mom says, sounding a little frustrated. "No, I'm good," I respond, trying to act as normal as possible. Dave, on the other hand, was great. He was having a full-on conversation with my brother as if his fingers aren't playing with my pussy right now. I was so turned on, just begging for him to do something at this point, but he did nothing.

He slowly pulled his hand away from between my legs. I wanted to kill him for leaving me like that. He could sense my anger towards him, turning his head and smiling at me. This fucker. "Breakfast was great thanks, Mom!" I say before getting out of my seat and racing off to my room. As I lay on my bed, my mind couldn't stop racing with thoughts all revolving around Dave. His fingers, his smile, his kiss. My hands trailed down my body making their way to the hem of my shorts.

My fingers rolled over my clit. My eyes were closed, picturing the events of last night all over again. Small moans and whimpers left my mouth. I could feel myself getting closer. But my thoughts were interrupted by my door, slamming open. The sudden open door makes me jump out of my skin, pulling my hand out of my shorts.

"What the fuck?" I say trying to catch my breath, looking at Dave standing in my doorway. Dave closes the door behind him, walking towards the bottom of my bed. "We can't," I say, watching him make his way to the bottom of my bed. "Your brother and your mom are gone to the store." He responds looking at me up and down. That was exactly what I wanted to hear.

I pulled the hem of my shorts down as well as my underwear, exposing my bare pussy to him. His body automatically shifted, moving closer to my pussy. "Stay there," I say, looking him in the eyes. He listens, watching me from the bottom of the bed. My fingers made their way down to my pussy again, touching myself.

His jaw was open, watching me touch myself. "Please." He says looking up at me. I smile widely, nodding my head. As soon as he saw me nod my head, he was all over me. His body was on top of mine, kissing my lips roughly and needy. His hand made its way down to my pussy, wasting no time thrusting his fingers inside of me aggressively.

This time I was able to be as loud as I wanted. He broke our kiss moving his body off mine and down in front of my pussy. His fingers were deep inside of me, curling and thrusting in and out of me rapidly. Once his face was level with my pussy, he latched his mouth onto my clit. Sucking and sopping up all my juices.

The mixture of his fingers pounding in and out of me and his tongue flicking against my clit, I was already coming close. My back was arched off the bed. My hands were in his hair, pushing his face closer down on my pussy. "Fuck Dave" I was a whimpering mess under his touch. "Cum for me baby." He says to me. Picking up an even faster pace against my pussy. My vision went hazy, screaming his name as I came all over his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of me, sopping my juices with his mouth. "So fucking good," he says to me, licking his fingers clean. I sat up grabbing his face and kissing him. I needed him inside of me. I laid down once again, this time pulling his body on mine. He straddled my body as he undid his jeans, freeing his hard cock. "Please fuck me," I beg him. I could feel his tip line up to my entrance, his body rolling against mine. We both let out a moan as his dick slides inside of me. His arms were on either side of my head. He started to fuck me hard. I couldn't think of anything other than how turned on I was.

His hand grabbed one of my legs, hooking it over his shoulder. "Oh, my god." I moaned out. The new position was causing him to hit my g-spot every time, making my back arch off the bed and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Dave was moaning and whimpering, his face was screwed up in pleasure. "ah fuck ma." He whimpers out. The nickname threw me overboard, grabbing onto his shoulders and cumming harder than ever before. Dave was quick to cum after me, becoming a whimpering mess. He then collapsed on top of me.

We stayed there for a second, Dave inside of me, both of us trying to catch our breaths. Until we heard the front door open. "Dave?" I heard my brother yell. "Shit, fuck." Dave says, pulling out of me and looking for something to clean up with. "Here!" I say getting up and tossing him a shirt from my floor. He wipes his cock off tucking it into his pants. He then quickly attempted to clean me up. "It's okay, go!" I say, grabbing the cum filled shirt from his hand. I pull the blankets over my legs not bothering to change at that moment. But before Dave could leave, my brother walks in.

Although we thought that the sight would be fine, my brother knew right away. Nobody said anything. My brother looked at me first, my body tucked under the covers, hair messy, cheeks red. And then he looked over at Dave, swollen lips, messy hair, belt hanging half off his pants. "No fucking way." My brother says, eyes bugging out of his head, storming out of my room. Dave was quick to follow him, storming out of my room. I could hear the muffled yelling through the walls. This is all my fault.

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My Brothers Best Friend. (Dave Franco x Female reader.) P A R T O N E.

summary: When Y/n's brother's best friend comes to visit for a few nights, the ever-lasting attraction towards him only develops more. Little does she know the feeling might be mutual, leaving them both making bad decisions out of desire.

Warnings: smut, ?blood?

My hands carded through my hair as I looked at myself in my vanity mirror. Tonight my brother's best friend Dave was coming over for dinner. Nonetheless, I was excited. Ever since I was 10 years old I've always had a huge crush on Dave. I remember one time my brother scolded me for an hour straight after he caught me staring at Dave a little too hard. I was not a day over 12 when that happened, things are different now. But I can't lie and say that my attraction for him has only become stronger over the years.

"Quit looking at yourself, weirdo." I turn around to see my brother standing at my doorframe. "Ugh get out," I respond, annoyed and somewhat embarrassed. It wasn't much later until I heard the sound of the doorbell ring, indicating that Dave was there. I gave myself one last glance in the mirror and made my way downstairs to be met with my brother and Dave, giving each other their 'bro hug.'

"Dave it's so nice to see you!" I hear my mom say, perking up from her seat. After greeting everyone Dave made his way over to me, giving me a hug and quickly pulling back to say. "Wait, Y/n, is that... Lipstick." He jokingly says pretending to act shocked. "Screw off!" I say, creating a fit of laughter between us.

***

"Goodnight mom, I love you." I gave my mom a hug goodnight and made my way to my room. For the longest time, I could still hear Dave and my brother talking but now the house is silent. The silent house was a clear indication that everyone was asleep, so I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. My steps were soft and gentle, trying to avoid the sounds of the creaking floorboards. But when I made my way to the kitchen I was faced with a bareback, Dave. He was wearing plaid pajama pants low on his hips exposing his deep v-line. He was wearing no shirt, exposing me to his defined abs.

He looks up from his phone noticing me."Shit, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" He says to me setting his half-empty glass of water and his phone down. "No, I just needed some water," I whisper back, now walking towards him. "Here." He says to me, holding out his glass of water for me to finish. "Thanks," I say, resting my hip against the countertop. Dave was now only a foot away from me, watching me finish his glass of water. The kitchen was dark, the moonlight from the windows make it visible to see.

He crosses his arms over his bare chest, a smirk appearing on his face. "You know, your brother was telling me your little secret." He says finally breaking the silence. "Oh yeah, what did he say?" I respond, setting the now empty glass beside me. "He said that you have a little crush on me." A full grin now appears on his face, but not on mine. I roll my eyes, using my arms to hop on the counter behind me, now level with Dave. "Not true," I say, biting back a smile. With every word, it seems like Dave is getting closer to me. "No?" He says to me, turning his head slightly, still smiling.

He was now only a couple inches away from me, and I could feel my cheeks heating up. Soon enough, Dave was standing right in front of me, my closed knees hitting against his chest, stopping him from coming towards me any further. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was worried he could hear it too. Before I could even think another thought his lips were on mine.

"Sorry." He says pulling away. "Don't be," I said, wasting no time connecting our lips again. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, moving with my tongue. The kiss was intense and needy, it felt like we were finally doing the one thing we wanted all these years. My legs spread open to let him move between them, making us even closer. His hands caressed my thighs, hooking them around his waist. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me. He then pulled away, kissing down my neck, on my collarbone. "Is this okay?" he whispered to me, looking up at me. I nod my head, hoping for dear god he doesn't stop.

He brought his hand down between us, making his way down to the waistband of my shorts. I felt his fingers run through my slit, gathering the wetness on his fingers and thrusting them into me making me let out a gasp. "Shh baby we gotta be quiet." He says to me, now pumping his fingers in and out of me. My hands quickly grabbed onto his bare shoulders, needing some sort of stabilizer.

His pace started to quicken, thrusting fast and hard in and out of me. I was biting my lip trying to not let out the sounds of my whimpers and moans. He brought his thumb to my clit and started roughly massaging it as he fingered me. Making me claw at his shoulder, still biting back my moans. I was so turned on, I could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he fingered me, the obvious boner in his pants, and his reassuring looks. It wasn't long before I was coming undone all over him.

My vision felt hazy as I came all over his fingers. The feeling of wetness in my mouth hit me and brought my finger up to see blood coating it. I bit my lip so hard I made it bleed. Dave looked up at me, enclosing my lips in a kiss, smearing my blood on his lips. He broke the kiss, pulling his fingers out of me and licking my cum off his fingers. The sight had me going crazy. Grabbing his face and enclosing his lips in another kiss.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our smacking lips and heavy breathing. I pulled his body close to mine, grinding my clit on his bulge making him throw his head back. My wet, openmouthed kisses made their way down his jaw and neck while continuing to grind harder. I knew he couldn't take it anymore and neither could I. We both knew fucking on the kitchen counter was risky, but neither of us cared at that point.

My hand reached down at his waistband pulling out his hard throbbing cock. I looked back up at him, his pupils blown, lips parted. His hand made its way down to my shorts, moving them to the side exposing my pussy. I still had a hold of his cock. Holding it by the base I dragged it through my wet folds making his breathing become hitched and making him let out a small moan. He was thick, I lined his cock up to my entrance, letting him do the work and closing the proximity between us. He slowly started thrusting in and out of me. But even the slowest movements were causing shocks of pleasure all over my body.

He then started to quicken the pace, thrusting fast and hard out of me. He was letting out moans and whimpers in my ear making me wetter by the second. My tits bounced in my shirt as he fucked me roughly. "Fuck Dave, oh my god." I was whispering curse words and moans of pleasure under my breath, trying to be quiet. I could feel myself coming close to coming undone, and I could tell he was too. His face was screwed up in pleasure, I watched as his v-line and abs flexed as he fucked in and out of my pussy. It took no time before we were both coming. A loud whimper came out of my mouth, making Dave kiss me to shut me up. My hands grabbed at his shoulders yet again as we simultaneously came.

The kitchen was now silent. His body was on mine as we silently tried to catch our breaths. "You okay?" he says to me, looking me in the eyes. "Yeah," I respond, giving him a warm-hearted smile. He slowly pulls out of me, grabbing paper towels and cleaning him and me up. He put his hands on my waist helping me off the counter. When my feet hit the ground my legs felt like jello. "woah what the fuck." I say to myself, making Dave start laughing. "Shut up," I say, now laughing with him. "cmon' let's go," I whisper out, leading the way back to our rooms. Once I was in front of my door I turned back to face Dave. "Sweet dreams." He says quietly, kissing my lips delicately and walking off toward his room.

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Mamas Boy (sub Dave Franco x Female Reader)

warnings: smut

"I think Dave is pretty cute!" My friend says to me, practically yelling overtop of the blaring music. "Oh stop he's hopeless. Who comes to a party to sit on the couch with a drink in their hand." I say back to her, flicking my eyes between Her and Dave. "That makes him so much hotter are you kidding! He is such a hopeless virgin." She says back to me chugging back her drink. "Fine, but only because I want to get laid," I respond to her relentless defensiveness over him. "Yes!" I hear her yell behind me, but I'm already walking up to Dave.

"Hey!" I say to him making him up look up from his cup. "Hey! Y/n, right?" He responds. I take a seat on the couch next to him, now getting a good look at his face, and he is pretty attractive. "Yeah. What are you doing all alone on this couch." I say to him motioning to the empty couch cushions beside us. "I'm not that alone anymore." He smiles and leans his head back to rest on the back of the couch.

I can see his eyes are bloodshot like he was smoking weed. He licks his lips still remaining eye contact with me. "You tryna' go upstairs big shot?" I say to him inching my way closer to him. I can see his demeanor almost change as my words become less friendly and more sexual. "I'd do anything you ask." He says looking up at me. Even though it was probably the alcohol hitting me, Dave's offer excited me more than ever.

My hand reached over to interlock with his, pulling him right off the couch. I pulled him through the living room, pushing through the crowds of hot bodies, and up the stairs. Once I located a bedroom I opened the door and slammed it shut. Before I could even catch my breath my mouth was already all over Dave's.

My tongue made its way in and around his mouth. My hands roughly reached up to his hair, tugging at it slightly, making his mouth open ajar, and making him let out a throaty moan. I pulled back from the kiss placing my hands flat against his hard chest and pushing him on the bed behind him. He sat there with his legs spread. His shirt was now off exposing his hard abs. The bulge in his jeans was practically busting out. His hair was sloppy and his lips were swollen and red.

I slowly took my shirt off revealing my laced bra. I can see his breathing fluctuate at the sight of my tits spilling out of my bra. I pulled the skirt down revealing my matching underwear. "Fuck..." I hear him mutter out under his breath. He was eyeing me up and down. I walked towards, him pushing his torso flat on the bed and straddling his hips. "What do you want baby? Tell me." I say to him, kissing down his neck. "I want you to touch me," he says to me, almost as quiet as a whisper.

My hand runs down his torso, in between the ridges of his abs, to his waistband. I slowly undo his belt and zipper, torturing him. "Please, Mama." He says to me throwing his head back at the contact of my cold fingers around his cock. I free him out of his jeans letting his cock spring up in my hand. Pre-cum is dripping from his tip, making my mouth water. In a rush to please him my hand starts jerking him fast. "Oh shit." He lets out, I look at him to see his mouth open with his eyes closed.

What a fucking sight. I crawl between his legs and attach my mouth to his cock. Sucking and sopping up every inch of pre-cum. He can't help but whimper at the sensation of my hot mouth. "Fuck Mama, Jesus Christ." His face was screwed up in pleasure. In no time I felt his dick twitch in my throat. He lets out a loud whimper, grabbing onto the back of my head. Warm fluid spurts down my throat as a string of moans and curse words leave his mouth. I popped my lips off his cock, grinning at him and moving up on his body, now straddling his hips again.

My pussy was soaked through my underwear. "You've been so good baby," I say to him leaning forward, kissing his lips. He watched me as I moved my underwear to the side exposing my bare pussy. I wasted no time grabbing his cock and running it through my slit. I used his cock to nudge at my clit, making me let out a breathy moan. "Please mama, give it to me." He says to me, his redded eyes filled with passion and desperateness. I grabbed his thick cock and lined myself up with him, slamming myself down.

The sensation both made us let out moans. I started riding him at a rapid pace. My hands were flat on his chest. His whimpers and moans made his chest vibrate and his Adam's apple move up and down. "Don't stop mama, oh fuck me." His hands were gripped onto my hips assisting my movements on his cock. "Yeah? You like that?" I say to him, trying to manage the words and the sensation.

I felt one of his hands leave my hips and move to clit. The feeling sent me overboard. "You're such a good boy," I say to him watching his arm flex as he rapidly rubs my clit. Before I knew it we were both coming undone. His finger movements on my clit became slower and my attempt to ride him got sloppier. We both came undone, a gushing mess all over our thighs.

"That was fucking amazing." He says to me, smiling widely. I look up and smile back at him, still trying to catch my breath. I slowly slipped his cock out of me and lay flat on the bed beside him. "Dave?" I say to him, realizing a question I never got to ask. "Yeah?" he says turning his head to look at me. "Did I just take your virginity?" I say to him, a smile creeping up on my face. "Yeah." He responds. The only sounds filling the room are the distant, muffled sounds of the music, and Dave and I's laughter.

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Detention. (James Franco x Female Student)

summary: When Y/n catches detention after school, she's sure to do anything to get her way out of it, and he's sure to give her a punishment of a lifetime.

Warnings: student x teacher, thigh riding, being tied up, slapping, daddy kink, teacher kink

The smoke from the cigarette between my lips blew toward me, covering my clothes in the ashy scent of cigarette butts. I took one long drag leaning my head back against the brick wall of the school. The cold wind blew against my exposed arms, making my hair raise up. My eyes started to close, and my head still rested against the cold brick foundation. I started to hear footsteps approaching, not bothering to open my eyes. Whoever it was they were walking closer and closer towards me, kicking the gravel under their feet. "Smoking on school property and skipping class?" I hear a familiar voice say. I finally open my eyes and lift my head off the wall to be met with my English teacher, Mr. F.

"Fuck- I mean I'm sorry," I say frantically, dropping my cigarette to the ground and crushing it with the bottom of my shoe. "What class are you in?" He asks me, slightly turning his head and putting his hand in his pocket to grab a cigarette case of his own. "Math, are you kidding me?" I say to him as I watch him put a cigarette between his lips. "You got a light?" he mumbles as the unlit cigarette hangs out of his mouth. I pull out my lighter and light his cigarette for him.

"I thought no smoking on school property was a policy for everyone," I say to him, annoyance laced in my voice. "it is, but I don't think anyone in this school actually abides by that." He replies back to me, scanning over my face as he responds. "Anyway..." he clears his throat handing his cigarette over to me. "Detention, for skipping. After school today." He says to me, almost a smirk appearing on his face while he says it.

I say nothing back, I just take a drag out of his almost burnt-out cigarette and blow it in his face, not bothering to turn my head. He shakes his head slowly, now fully smiling. "Don't make it 2 days of detention Y/n." he chuckles. He turns around, walking now away from me. "Fucking weirdo," I say to myself, throwing his cigarette onto the gravel and walking back to class.

***

"So, you coming to my place? I'm having a few people over." My friend Sasha says to me leaning against the closed locker next to me. "I would but I can't, stupid fucking Mr. F caught me skipping so now I have to spend detention with him all night," I say to Sasha, slamming my locker shut. "Why do you say that like it's a bad thing? I'd so fuck Mr. F. Are you kidding me?" She admitted to me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh come on Sasha. Yeah, he's hot but he's probably married or something." I say back to her, trying to picture Mr. F in a relationship. "Well, why don't you ask him before you fuck him tonight?" Sasha sticks her tongue between her fingers symbolizing a crude gesture. "fuck off!" I slap her hands down from her face and we both begin to laugh. "Later bitch," I say, yelping as she jokingly slaps my ass as I walk away.

***

The halls are now empty, and almost all the classrooms are dark and locked. Except for Mr. F's classroom. The yellow-toned desk light illuminates his classroom door. "Mr. F?" I knock before entering. I open the door to see Mr. F. His feet are kicked up onto his dark brown wooden desk, he's wearing the same outfit from earlier but this time his suit jacket is off. Leaving him in a white button-up with a loosened tie around his neck and black slacks. A book covers my vision of his face.

"Y/n. Take a seat." He replied, kicking his feet off his desk and setting his book down. I walk towards him, taking a seat at the desk closest to him. "You can do homework, study, anything really, no texting or smoke breaks though. Fair?" he says to me, standing up and walking from behind his desk to in front of it. "How long am I here for?" I respond to his list of rules. Watching as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against his desk. He looks down at his watch. "Couple of hours, at least." He looks back down at me in my seat.

Staring up at him I got the idea that maybe I could talk my way out of this detention. So I decided to pop some questions to loosen him up a bit. "Do you got kids?" I say to him, almost holding back a laugh at how blunt that was. "No? Do you?" He asks me, making him and I both break out into a laugh. "No. Are you married?" I ask him, watching his hand trail up to his face, rubbing the scruff on his jaw as he smiles.

"No. Enough with the questions, what are you trying to do?" He says to me, bringing his arms back down, crossed over his chest. "Please Mr. F, how could you just let a hopeless teen girl be locked in these four walls for the rest of the night. I'm supposed to be out seeing the world." I say dramatically and sarcastically. "Oh stop Y/n. You did something bad, and now you face the punishments and repercussions. That's how the world works." I groan at his comment.

As time passed by I started to think about what Sasha said. And he was pretty fucking hot. I looked up from my study notes to see him sitting in his desk chair reading that book again. His legs were spread wide and the yellow lampshade on his desk made his eyes look almost hazel. Curse you, Sasha,, I thought to myself as I slid out of my desk chair and strided over behind his desk.

Once I was standing right in front of him I rested my hip against his desk. "Y/n," he says to me in a stern tone not looking up from his book. "tell me something Mr. F. What is a handsome guy like you, not wifed up with a kid already?" I say to him in an attempt to get him going. He sets his book down and folds his hands on his lap, dragging his tongue subtly on his bottom lip.

"Is that any way to talk to your teacher, Y/n?" He responds back to me. His tone was laced with lust and amusement. "I hope this doesn't mean another night of detention, sir," I say to him moving closer to him. His eyes darkened and moved forward, resting his elbows on his knees. I walked even closer, pushing the teacher and student boundaries overboard.

I was now standing between his parted legs, standing over him. In one swift motion, he grabbed the back of my legs, lifting me up to straddle his lap on the chair. As he let me slam onto his lap his already forming bulge pushed against my clit. His large hands grabbed hold of my hips, his eyes dark, filled with lust looked into mine. He left no time grabbing a hold of my jaw and smashing his lips into mine.

His tongue circled around my mouth, the feeling sending shock waves over my whole body. I started to rock my clit against his tight slacks, needing some sort of relief. The feeling made me break our kiss and grab onto his shoulders, giving me leverage to rock against him harder. "Not so fast." He says to me grabbing hold onto my hips to stop my rocking. "Fuuck," I say, almost whining at the loss of friction. "You were a bad girl, so what makes you think you just get what you want?" He says to me lowly, grabbing my jaw roughly to look at him.

"I'm sorry sir, punish me, hurt me, do anything," I say back to him looking at him through my lashes. He grabbed a hold of my face again, kissing me deeply. He stood up out of his chair, grabbing my ass to keep me staddled onto his body. Before I knew it, my ass was hitting the cold wooden surface of his desk. He broke our kiss and in one swift motion swiped everything off his desk. The sound of breaking glass filled my ear as he laid me down on his desk.

"You're so fucking bad. Breaking the school rules, now begging to be fucked by your own teacher." He says to me as his hands make their way up to his tie, loosing and removing it off from around his neck. "This is your punishment." He says to me as he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, fascinating them together with his tie. His hands roughly push my shirt to reveal my bare tits.

He grins at the fact that I was wearing no bra. His mouth latches onto my nipple making me cry out. "Fuck, Daddy." I moan out. The new nickname makes him smile around my nipple. His hot mouth makes its way down my stomach. He undoes my shorts with one hand, pulling my shorts and my underwear down at the same time, revealing my wet pussy. "You're so fucking wet, you like being punished? You want it?" He says to me looking up at me, licking his lips. "Yes." I choke out, arching my back and letting out a moan as I feel him lick up my pussy. "Yes, what?" he responds pulling back. "Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me." I say, practically begging him at this point.

Before I know it his mouth is attached to my clit, flicking at it with his tongue making me try to bust out of the restraints. "Oh, my god." I moaned out. My head was thrown back onto the desk. "Fuck I'm close Daddy, dont stop." His tongue was thrusting in and out of me at this point, my hips were pushing against his face begging for more. To my demand, he brings his fingers up that massage my clit and a rapid pace. Since the school was empty, I was a screaming mess.

"Fuck I'm gonna-" I pant out. But before I could finish he completely stops. I lift my head up to see him grinning, "Did you think I would really let you cum?" He says to me. "Fuck you," I say back at him, consumed with sexual frustration. "Fuck me?" he responds, his smile dropping and his eyes narrowing. Before I know it, I'm being flipped over onto my stomach on the desk. "Fuck me? Okay, you'll regret that." He mutters out, the sound of his belt undoing quickly along with the sound of his zipper being pulled down excites me. Before I can say another word, his dick harshly slams into me making me yelp a cry.

He wastes no time thrusting in and out of me at a rapid pace. His dick is big, thick. It's almost too big. I can feel myself trying to stretch and adjust to the size. "You fucking take it, you whore." he says to me, noticing me practically screaming at the size of him. His palm makes contact with my ass, slapping it. The stinging sensation of the slap with the mix of his cock stuffing me, makes me closer and closer to me finishing. "Fuck me harder Daddy," I say challenging him. He was fucking me just hard enough, but I just wanted to test him.

His hand makes contact again against my ass before it trails up my back and grabs a hold of my hair, pulling it from the root. "Yes, fuck." I cried out at the sensation. I could hear his subtle moans from behind me, indicating he was getting close to finishing. All it took was one last slap against my ass and I was a mess, unfolding under his touch, coming undone everywhere. "Fuck I'm cumming." He moans out. I feel him fill me up as I came all over his cock. The sounds of our pants fill the room.

I feel him slide out of me a grab the tissue box that fell on the floor to clean up. I was too exhausted to move, to think. He slowly flips my body over so he can clean me up. Leaning over my body to undo my wrists from his tie restraints. "You okay?" he looks up at me as he cleans my thighs. "Yeah." I pant out. "or should I say, yes Daddy." I say, making him and I both fill the room with sounds of laughter. I liked this, more than I thought I would. "So, did I face my consequences?" I say acknowledging the whole reason I was here. "You definitely did."

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Yes, Sir. (Professor James Franco x Female Student.)

summary: Temptations are hot, and so is Mr. F. Will U/n break under pressure even though he's her teacher? Will Mr. F feed into her fantasies, or is he really only feeding into his own?

Warnings: Smut, Teacher x student

His rough, calloused hands trailed up my thighs. My ass was pressed flat against the wall. His fingers played with the hem of my underwear under skirt. My breathing was ridged, it was caught in the back of my throat. He groped my ass hard making my back arch off the wall...

"Y/n?"

"Y/N?!"

My head shot up from my desk, the loud sound of the bell ringing fills my ears. Fuck, I fell asleep. "You slept through the whole class" I turn my head to see Mr. F leaning against his desk. God he's sexy. He was wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His arms were popping out of shirt as they were crossed over his chest. "I'm sorry Mr. F..." I didn't really know what to say to him. I had a late night last night and I spent the whole class dreaming about having sex with him. He just looked at me, I couldn't tell what he was thinking about but I knew that in this very moment I wanted him more than ever before. "Late night last night? Were you partying? Drinking? I know how you collage girls are." He says to me, that big smile on his face. By this time everyone in the classroom has cleared out, leaving only me and him. "Maybe..." I say back, keeping eye contact with him. He walks towards me, only couple inches away from my body. I stare up at him between my lashes, wetting my lips, hoping that he will do something. He drags his tongue around his mouth and pokes at the inside of his cheek.

Fuck it. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down towards me, smashing his lips against mine. He freezes for a second until his hands roughly make his way through my hair. The kiss is rough, passionate, and sloppy. He grabs the back of my legs and hoists me up onto the desk behind me. I start to unbutton his shirt and he pulls away. "We cant. This is wrong." he says to me, running his hands though his hair. I can see he is so hard, he's practically busting through his pants. "C'mon it's okay, I won't tell anyone." He looks at me for a second until his lips are back on mine. He lifts my shirt off my body, reveling my bra and naked torso. His hands cup my breasts through my bra, making me pant harder into the kiss. My hands fiddle with the last button on his shirt until it's open. I pier up at his hard abs, pulling him closer between my legs. His bulge presses between my legs making me moan and breaking our kiss. His hand comes down in between us and starts rubbing my clit on top of my pants. Strings of curse words and moans fill the room. "Please just fuck me." I say to him.

He wastes no time pulling my pants off my body. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, in one swift motion. Reveling his hard cock. I lean back on my hands and spread my legs, letting him do all the work. He pulls my underwear to the side and slams himself in me, making my throw my head back. He starts fucking me, hard and rough making me cling onto his shoulders. "Fuck." he says under his breath followed by groans of pleasure. He brings his hand down again and starts playing with my clit with his thumb. This throws me over board causing me to let out a loud moan. "shh baby, we can't let anyone know our little secret." He whispers to me, his warm breath fanning over my ear. With every thrust I see his v line flex which makes me even more turned on by the second. His thrusts start to become slower, and sloppier, as he comes closer to finishing. He starts rubbing my clit faster than ever before and we both come undone at the same time. I watch as he throws his head back, his Adams apple vibrating from his moans. He pulls out of me and grabs paper towel to clean up. "Our little secret?" he says to me with a smile. "Yes Sir."

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Mavericks Daughter (Bradley Bradshaw Fic) Part 4.

 After i left the bathroom all eyes were on Bradley and I. My dad's jaw was on the floor. My hair was messed up and there was a glissing layer of sweat on Bradley's face. “Wow Bradshaw, how were my sloppy seconds?” Hangman says. Breaking the silence, causing everyone to turn back to look at him amongst the crowd. “Fuck you, you fucking prick.” i spit out at hangman as i walk through the crowd, passing through all the pilots. The sound of the bar door slams behind me and my eyes start to water as i walk to my car...

***

The other night was nonetheless, embarrassing. It's been 4 days since that happened and tonight my dad has a beach football game planned with the rest of the pilots. For obvious reasons, my dad and i haven't spoken about what he thought he heard at the bar. But, he has invited me to come watch them play.  I don't know if that's the best idea but i haven't left my house since what happened. Maybe i need to just get out of this slump, it's not that big of a deal. I get up out of bed and pick out my black bikini. After i put on my bikini i put on my light wash jean shorts and my brown flannel. 15 minutes later i arrive. For a while I sat on the sand, soaking up the sun, trying my best to tune out the remarks coming from hangman every once in a while. But abruptly, I remove my sun glasses and sit up when the sun is blocked by someones shadow. It’s Bradley. “Hey.” He says looking down at me. “Hi.” I say back, talking to him for the first time since we had sex. “I just wanted to say sorry. That probably shouldn’t of happened, I was drunk and high it’s was… a mistake.” He says to me looking everywhere but my eyes, he looks embarrassed. “Don’t worry about it.” I say, standing up and dusting the sand off my legs. “This doesn’t mean it’s going to happen, like ever again.” I say to him sternly, looking him right in the eyes. “Sure…” he replies, a smile slowly creeping up on his face. “Wanna go for a swim?” He asks me, a mischievous look takes over his face. “Not really-” I reply. But before I can even finish my sentence he has me thrown over his shoulder running towards the ocean. “BRADLEY STOP.” I scream. My words being hard to understand from all my laughter. A second later I’m thrown into the ocean still on top of Bradley. As we come up from being under water, my legs are now wrapped around his waist. His hands are on the backs of my thighs and suddenly I’m getting déjà vu. The only sounds are faint. The rest of pilots playing football and the tide hitting the current over and over. I feel his mouth start to get closer to mine. My heart skips a beat. My legs squeeze around his waist. Our breaths fan over each others lips. Our eyes start to flutter close. But I remember what happened last time I kissed Bradley. And I pull away. Unhooking myself from his waist. And seeing the confusion wash over his entire demeanour…

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Mavericks Daughter (Bradley Bradshaw x Female Lead) Part 3.

(Warning: sexual content, smut)

Today was a day of celebration. Things have been going pretty good for my dad working at top gun again and he decided that he wanted to treat all the pilots to drinks at Penny’s bar. I was still sitting in my car preparing myself for many awkward interactions to come and seeing hangman again would definitely not be favourable. I adjust my white tank top and pull up my white skirt before hopping out of my car and entering the bar. As I greeted everyone, everything was great. Since I recently turned 21 this year, I’ve really been taking advantage of the fact that I’m legal to drink, smoke, you know all the perks of being of age. It wasn’t fast for me to realize that everyone was high on weed. As soon as i entered the bathroom, everyone was smoking. And about 20 minutes later, I was just as high as them. My body was buzzing and I was feeling invincible, and risky. After a while, everyone left the bathroom. But not everyone. My back rested against the bathroom wall, feeling totally relaxed until I open my eyes and see Bradley Bradshaw looking at me with his arms crossed. His eyes looked heavy, he was definitely high. I felt my heart start to beat aggressively in my chest. His eyes were just staring me up and down. Drinking up my body. “What are you doing Bradley?” I say, my words coming out way slower then I intended. “What are you doing?” He says. A little laugh leaves him as he walks towards me. Now only a couple inches away from me i realize how tall he’s gotten. Not saying anything at all, just the sounds of the muffled music from the bar and his heavy breathing. And maybe it’s the weed, or the drinks, or the way he was looking at me. But in the heat of the moment I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss me. It was sloppy, drunken, full of teeth. His hands quickly trailed down to the back of my legs and hoisted me up against the wall. I feel his dick press into me and I push harder against him, making him let out a groan. He grabs my ass and walks over to the bathroom sink placing me on it. My hips buck up needing the contact of his jeans against me but instead he grabs my hair from the root and pulls it back. Making my head throw back and my mouth gape open. He unbuttons his jeans with one hand and releases his dick from his pants. With no hesitation he moves my underwear to the side and thrusts himself into me. A loud moan escapes my mouth. He grabs another fist full of my hair and starts pounding into me even harder. He couldn’t contain himself from moaning after every thrust. “Fuck” he says breathlessly as he throws his head back. My fingers grip his back and I moan loudly as we both finish. I look at him, his face flushed and his hair sweaty. He readjusts himself into his pants and a look washes over his face. “Fuck.” He says under his breath still looking at me. I hop off the counter and fix myself up but the room is filled with awkwardness it’s making me want this to be over more than I wanted it to start. “Shit shit shit.” He keeps saying to himself under his breath. “What? What is it?” I turn to him and say, suddenly feeling sober. “The whole bar just heard that.” He says to me eyes widened. As he stops talking i realize that the music was not playing anymore. I walk past Bradley, leaving the bathroom to see the whole bar staring at me. Including my dad.

[vampgal202]

Mavericks Daughter (Bradley Bradshaw x Female Lead) Part 2.

(No warnings)

My dads steps slowly fill the room, young men and woman awaiting for his arrival at their desks. I keep my head low behind my father. I was sweating. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was nervous or if it was because it was mid July. As we make it to the front of the room I feel everyone’s eyes on me. My dad starts talking to the pilots and my eyes slowly look up to scan the room. So many young men and woman who I have never seen before stare right into me. But as i trail my eyes towards the middle of the room, i lock eyes with Bradley Bradshaw. His eyes bore into me, scanning my face. And I do the same. His skin is tanned and practically glowing. His face is rested in a scowl, his brows furrowed. He looks good, I won’t lie. He breaks the eye contact with me and I see his eyes darken as he stares into my father. I knew this would happen. Me and Bradley were best friends when we were young. Although I don’t remember much, the pictures of us says it all. But after Bradley’s dad died, Bradley hates my father. And no shocker, he hates me. The class comes to an end and as I start to walk towards my father i come to a stop when I feel a hand grip my shoulder. Before I can turn around, the hand forcefully pulls my body around to face them. A man with blonde hair and a charming smile greets me. “Remember me beautiful?” He says with a huge grin on his face. Puzzled at who this guy is, it hits me. This must me hangman. “Not really.” I say, not even looking at him. He face screws up in disgust. His hand still tightly gripping my shoulder. “What do you mean? you don’t remember? Well that’s a shame.” That cynical grin appearing once again on his face. This guy is an total douche. I pry his arm off my shoulder. But he cages his arms around me, making me slam my back into the wall. “Get the fuck out of here hangman.” A familiar voice angrily says from a distance. I look over hangman’s arm to see Bradley. His eyes meet mine and he makes his way closer to hangman, making hangman back off. “Oh screw off rooster, this don’t involve you.” Hangman says slowly walking backward laughing to himself. As hangman disappears I turn to face Bradley. “I don’t need you fighting my battles, Bradshaw.” I say crossing my arms. “Yeah? I didn’t see you saying anything to him.” Bradley fires back quickly, looking me right in the eyes. “Probably not the best way to start of conversation with someone you haven’t talked to in years.” I say giving him a fake smile. “I’m not having a conversation with you, don’t worry.” He says giving me one last glance  but instead of the one I’m used to it’s almost like the one he gives the my father. His face full of hatred.

Next chapter is gonna be good 😏

[vampgal202]

Mavericks Daughter (Bradley Bradshaw x female lead) Part 1.

(No warnings)

My hand’s palm for my phone throughout my bed sheets as my phone rings. I find my phone lodged between my wall and my mattress and I grab it just in time to answer. "Hello?" I say to the person on the other end of the phone, not even checking who it was. "I just got called. I'm going back to top gun baby!" My dad beams on the other end of the phone. My face drops. "Are you kidding me? After what happened to a goose?" I say in annoyance as my head hits the headboard behind me. “I know, but there's nowhere else i can go. I needed the job and they needed someone to teach, it was an open opportunity.” He says breathlessly. I ignore him. My eyes scan across my room to the absolute mess from last night. The memories start to set in as well as an aching hangover headache. “I got to go dad...” i say bothered by this whole conversation. “Sweetie please don’t be upset-” i hang up the phone before he can finish. My feet swing out of my bed and land onto the cold wooden floor. In the corner of my eye i notice a jacket. A mans jacket. I quickly get up and pick up the jacket laying on my floor. “Hangman” I read, stitched into the jacket. Hangman? Who the fuck is hangman? I think to myself. Trying to remember everything from last night. I flip over the jacket to see an even larger patch that says “top gun.” My mouth falls open. Please don't tell me I slept with a pilot who flies at top gun. I drag my hands down my face and groan at the thought. All i remember from last night was getting ready. I probably should have pre-gamed either. I throw the jacket back onto the floor and feel my phone buzz in my hand. I look to see a message from my dad. “I’m having second thoughts. My first lesson is tonight. Please come?” I bite my lip reviewing all the possible choices here. I could go, help my dad and get him through this horrible choice he made. Or, i could not go and my dad hate me forever. But then i remember the guy who i slept with last night, (if we even did sleep together). Ah fuck it, i think to myself. This is for my dad, not me. Maybe i can even return hangman’s jacket?