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Seeing is deceiving. (Salesman x reader)

Summary: You were witness to something you shouldn’t have been. Or were you? Seeing is deceiving after all…

Contains: [Oh Lord], here we go because not only is this long, it’s filth😭, you see him slightly in action as the recruiter, bullying, small panic attack, Clueless mention, manhandling, kissing, edging, v!brators, being restricted, the word daddy but referring to her actual father it’s NOT a s€x thing, degradation, cursing, manipulation, nasty kissing, pvssy spanking, overstimulation, multiple 0rgasms, squirting, dacriphylia, oral, a bit of cl!t t°rture, throat fucking, dom/sub dynamics, he’s big meanie :(((, my word, mind-break but not like that, we’re consensual and safe over here, biting, breezing by red flags like here comes the sun, praise, dirty talk and petnames anddd that’s all for now😭

A/N: back again for that threepeat of the dads!friend au! babies so here we go😉🤭

Kisses and more to—>@dorayakissu @jae-mie @lcvsanaa @love2fangirl @jusferisnothere @dilfismz @mybahama @trentknd @reka13 @511rkive @gr-red @karrashifts @nicklet94 @sangwoosb1tch @muchwita @deliur @urfavdarkskinn @lilahardell @ilovemusic28 @se0kie @taylormarieee aka my wife ♡

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You slammed the door behind you and lean against it with a deep sigh. Shaking your head you try to process what you just saw on your way home.

You’d been passing through the same park you always did on your commute when you saw a familiar dark haired suited man in the distance.

His back was turned to you but the shot of heat to your core at the mere sight of him was a dead certain ringer that you weren’t seeing things. It was him. Perfect hair, perfect suit, perfect shoes, and fuck you all over again- his height. He seemed to be talking to someone or multiple people when he suddenly started yelling and your eyes popped open as you took a small step forward and saw who, exactly. They were homeless people.

He stood on a pile that looked a lot like snack food and your breath caught; freezing you in place as your mind began to race.

Something blew past your foot and when you look down your heart stops as your wide eyes land on a scratched lottery ticket. The looming sense- almost the same as when you first met him- takes over but with more dread as you put two and two together.

You’d always had strong intuitions. They were never wrong.

From the moment you locked eyes with him in your kitchen, you knew right then and there that there was something wrong with him. Even through the interest, the attraction, and the arousal- deep down you knew. And you were right. Staring right at the evidence.

Looking up, you watch him turn around and see that same perfect grin on his perfect face before his eyes scan the downtrodden looking crowd- until they land on you.

You share a brief moment of eye contact before you’re spinning on your heel and escaping before it’s too late leaving.

Now, you’re at home, trying to process the fact that the only man who’s ever been able to rail you not only into submission but unconsciousness as well is also a complete empathy lacking sociopath who gets his jollies from bullying homeless people as if they didn’t have it hard enough. You know in a way, it’s contradictory for you of all people to judge him given all the ways you’ve let him have you- your dads friend- but you still had limits.

Dropping your bag by the door, you take a deep breath before pushing yourself off and look around, taking in the familiar space as you will yourself to calm. A soft smile crosses your face as you see your dads half finished drink mug on the coffee table, the slight dip in the spot he normally sat on the couch and you breathe. He wouldn’t be home for another few hours which gives you time to figure out how to casually question him about his new friend and what exactly he knew about him and his life…say, if he’s noticed any..deranged tendencies.

You go up to your room to change, trying to think but not overwhelm yourself but it’s hard. Everyone had a dark side but what daunted you most was that you never knew how dark it went- especially with older men you didn’t truly know. You take off your set of the day; a plaid miniskirt with matching blazer, fitted white blouse and white thigh high stockings complete with heels to a oversized band shirt but leave your socks on after you ditch your heels. The whole outfit was inspired after a movie you watched last night with your dad and your friend called ‘Clueless’. Before you can finish getting unready, the doorbell chime echos through the house and your brows crease in confusion.

Your classes ended before your friends so you know it wasn’t any of them plus your best friend had the code. It was too early for your dad and he obviously had the code but you also remember that your dad has the habit of falling for the nonsensical shit sold on infomercials; having ordered some stuff last week with prime shipping so it was probably here already. The doorbell rings again and you sigh as you make sure your shirt is long enough to cover anything too heart-racing before grabbing a pen off your desk incase you need to sign for anything and bounding down the stairs to swing open the door.

The second you open it, your heart falls clean through your chest and out your ass when you come face to face with a pair of dark almond eyes and full lips curved into a smile.

“Hello-”,

You slam the door shut so fast the sound of the lock is delayed, pen slipping out of your hand.

Now comes the painful moment when your heart shoots back up into your chest, powered by pure adrenaline as it pounds 2 times its normal speed. He was probably here to kill you. Yet before your raw panic leads to hysterics, the doorbell rings again with all the comfort of the tolling of an undertakers bell as it rolls through the large space and for once you wish your house was smaller.

You don’t move at all to open it again and after a beat of silence, his deep voice calls out to you- by name first, shaking you to your core because you don’t remember him ever calling you by your name and the way it sounds…

“Let’s have a talk-”,

“How about no. Or actually, why? I don’t believe we have anything to talk about.” You interrupt him and your voice doesn’t shake like you thought it definitely would but he can still hear the nervousness and smirks to himself, tossing a glance to the side before looking back at the door. The one his recently acquired sharp mouthed pretty little investment stood behind. You’d been a clear witness to something you weren’t supposed to witness.

Clear in the sense that you were a credible witness. Not on any drugs- besides the birth control pills he’d seen on your nightstand your first time together- you weren’t an alcoholic, and you came from a well off, honest background unlike the people who met their fate at his hands, if you were to anyone anything about…something…they’d most likely believe you.

A huge part of being able to do what he does is staying traceless.

You were now a liability to that. And liabilities left unattended became issues.

So, he was here to attend to that liability, not by harming you but making you forget a little bit.

“Why? Well because you saw something that I’d prefer to keep quiet. Much like how I saw you somewhere wearing less than something, away from daddy dearests watchful eye not even a week and a half ago-”,

Your eyes snap wide and before he can finish outing the rest of your last tryst, you’re swinging the door open and pulling him in by his pristine blazer jacket, staring up at his annoying attractive face in irritation, shock and disbelief.

“Fine. Let’s chat. I’ll go first-”, you sneer and he just smiles innocently down at you, pissing you off enough to forget your previous apprehension. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Ooh. There’s that biting tone again but he’s come to appreciate what it gets him. As much as he wants to drag this out, rile you to your breaking point and play with tipping you over, he’s not sure if time is on his side.

“To which standard? Societally, humanitarilly, or personally?” He asks cluelessly, as if talking about the weather and your frown deepens.

“All of them.” You hiss out, narrowing your doe eyes at him and he coos; making a show out of bending to your height; looking you condescendingly in the eyes when he replies, “Uh-oh. That’s not allowed. You were only supposed to pick one, little girl.”

“But-!“, he continues like you didn’t even speak,“But since you technically didn’t, I don’t have to answer.” He flicks an eyebrow up while you look like you’re seconds from throwing a fit which is exactly where he wants you because this way it’s easier to steer you back towards the original focus, standing to his full height as he readjusts the grip on his briefcase.

“Then can you answer what was that at the park? Is that something you just do in your free time-”, you pause as you remember something he said to you the last time he saw you out, “Does my dad know his friend gets his rocks off playing sick games with the less fortunate?” His eyes darken at that and so does his smile at the exaggerated wide eyed expression on your face, shiny lips dropped in a small ‘O’ as you raise your manicured hand to hover over it and he huffs in amusement. Shaking his head he steps closer into your space, wiping that look right off as your heart stutters at his proximity- the expensively warm smell of him wafting in your face as he leans back down to your height to even the score. You stare back defiantly and he chuckles darkly; wondering if you were aware of your penchant for getting in over your lovely little head.

“No. And he won’t- in fact nobody will. Not unless you want daddy to know all about how you like being my personal slut in your free time.”

His words are like ice but the heat in their explicitness makes fire slot to your cunt. You stare back at him stunned, letting out a scandalized hiss.

“You wouldn’t.” But he nods, nice n’ slow as he raises a finger to tilt your chin up and against everything, you feel your body start to warm.

“Oh, but I would. Care to find out?”

You keep your mouth shut but your glare says more than enough and he rises fully, moving his hand to your lower back as he guides you to a chair with a padded leather cushion, firm hand making you sit.

You look up at him in untrusting confusion while he takes you in from the sweetness of your face down to the swells of your chest through your oversized shirt and the soft fat of your thighs being squeezed by the pure white fabric of your socks. He kneels in front of you, big hands settling on your ankles before running up the smoothness of your legs and you suck in a sharp breath. His hands were dangerous. Memories of what he could do with them make you burn from the inside out and you try to blink it away but then he speaks.

“Let’s play a game. One where you can learn enough about me to decide if I’m sane-”,

“What’s the catch?” You cut him off with an unknowingly spot on question and he grins.

“How do you mean?” He tries to feign ignorance but you scoff, not buying it.

“You’re a business man right? So sales come with catches. Like to get one free, you have to buy one.” He hums, nodding as he rises to his feet. You’re a clever little thing.

He’s leaning down over you, making your breath hitch at how close he suddenly is to your face; looking at you appraisingly for a couple seconds before catching you in a deep kiss. Almost instinctively, your eyes flutter shut and letting him take control is muscle memory as his hands ghosts over your jaw to fit around your throat; sucking your lips between his own before licking into your mouth- tongue hot and demanding and you melt. Wet, muffled moans come from your chest as he kisses you dizzy before pulling away with a harsh smack. Licking his lips of the taste of you and one look at you tells him that you’re wet. Wet and distracted.

Perfect.

Backing off, he kneels back down to where he was before but he grabs his briefcase as well, setting it down in front of you. Watching you shift. He was dangerous- not well- but reminding yourself of that doesn’t make giving in any less hard behind all the reasons why you’re so attracted to him in the first place either. There was something you needed to know but the specifics of it were getting further and further away with every hit of him.

“Let’s do this”, his low drawl breaks your train of thought, “every 3 minutes you last without coming, you get to ask me a question.”

You try to hide the flicker of interest on your face as lava pools in your stomach, clit pulsing at the thought of him making you cum but it gives as curiosity wins over. However, as of current, you still hardly knew him so you could be wrong but your gut never was; deciding to leave the skepticism in your voice as you begin your interrogation.

“..but what if you lie? We’re not exactly close so how would I even know if you did? ‘S not exactly fair…” He smiles as he commends you.

You were keen.

Dangerously intuitive and he’s eager even to get you to play now- see how far they go as he runs the risk of exposing the more sinister side of him.

But that’s what made games fun; the risks.

“Then I’ll give you my word. I won’t lie during our game.” You pause to think but it sounded simple enough to you agree.

“Deal.”

•

No sooner than the word left your lips, he opened his briefcase, pulling out a rod of sorts with thick leather loops on either side and a small oval case. It was obvious by your face that you had no idea what the items were but he ignored it, setting you up prettily with a grin.

He goes over the rules of your little game as he shifts your hips forward, smiling at your gasp before extending to the rod and opening the loops where he fits each one around of your ankles- sliding them up just under your knees; your face heats at how completely exposed you are and you shake your head in confusion before it suddenly makes sense.

You couldn’t close your legs.

The realization fills you with more arousal than fear and you bite your lip, feeling giddy. It kinda bums that the only way you’d get what you need to know was by depriving yourself of what you want but that’s fine. Only- you didn’t know that the game you just agreed to was nothing more than a distraction and whether you could handle it or not, he’s making sure by the end of it that you don’t even remember your own name.

Once your legs are secure, he opens the small oval case and pulls out something about 4 inches long but thick as 3 of his own fingers and your jaw drops as he pushes the bar up- blowing over your messy wet hole before looking up at you with a dark smile, eyebrow raised and you swallow harshly.

“Ready?”

You nod, heart thrumming when a choked gasp tumbles out of you as the thing in his hand is sliding into you. It’s not that long but fuck is it thick and you can’t help the whine from the back of your throat, cunt fluttering around the stretch of the intrusion and he whistles. Watching with rapt eyes as wetness drips down your holes and he licks his lips at the sight- remembering the sweet taste of your pussy vividly and it makes his cock jump.

He presses the bottom of the the device and you think it’s to push it deeper but to your horror; it begins to vibrate. And strongly. A sharp moan shoots out of you, eyes widening while you instinctively try to arch away from the pleasure making your nerves go haywire.

Unfortunately for you, the way your lower body is already positioned makes it easy for those delicious vibrations to simmer up against that spot inside you and your temperature rises and short, quick breaths are all you can do to keep from even wanting to cum. Holding out is supposed to be one of those mind over matter things but when he lowers his head, sucking firm openmouthed kisses to the sensitive skin around your cunt but not where you want him and it’s absolute torture.

A hand cracks down on the back of your thigh and it stings so good- you hiss in pleasure even as he bites the apex of your opposite thigh, leaving behind a painful sting. Your hips involuntarily jerk up at the sensations as your moans rise in pitch while you squeeze your eyes shut and think of every unsexy thing you can imagine when everything suddenly stops and you drop your head back with a relieved sigh.

3 minutes was up.

He looks you over, swiping through your wetness with a finger up to your clit and giving you some tight, quick circles, enjoying the way you tremble from the direct pressure but it’s gone almost as quickly as it came and you’re starting to get whiplash. A blow of air to your clit makes you look down, blinking blearily. The man responsible for your condition smiles.

“Congratulations. You won the first round. What do you want to know?” He asks and you scramble to sort your thoughts, the dull ache from being close and not coming nags at you but you needed to focus…the only issue was deciding if you needed to cum more than focus. Clearing your throat so you don’t sound too affected, you ask the first thing that comes to mind.

“How old are you?” The look he shoots you makes you groan, especially when you move to squeeze your thighs together only to remember that you can’t thanks to the bar keeping them open.

He’d told you when you first met that he was older than your father but you didn’t believe it. Mainly because he just looked too young; older than you of course but not too up there. You half expect him to lie but he smiles when you learn that you’re wrong again.

“I’m 45 turning 46 this summer.” Holy shit. Your dad is 43. He really was older.

You can’t keep the slack-jawed shock off your face and he laughs. You were such a treat when you weren’t getting in trouble or being a brat. You rush to squeeze in another question.

“Wait so do you actually work in sales too-ah!” He cuts you off by licking a hot strip up your cunt, vibrator vrring to life and it starts melting your insides. It feels like your chest is gonna cave in from how hard you suck in your next breath when he slots his mouth over your clit like he’s wanted to since the first flashback he had of how sweet you’d tasted under his tongue last time, and sucking- flicking his tongue over the nub during the process.

Your heart sinks when you realize how close you already are from being pushed to the edge but not over. It’s not fair. If you didn’t cum then he’d have to answer whatever you asked but there’s no way you’d be able to stay composed enough for long enough to ask anything that actually mattered. His mouth is relentless as he laps and sucks at your pussy, humming like you’re a drink he’s been craving after a long stressful day at work.

The hands around your hips are scalding, caressing your skin underneath your shirt and you feel like screaming; lick after lick you get closer and it’s both heaven and hell.

There’s a sick sense of glee that settles in his lower stomach at how close he knows you are. When your buzzing hole is practically pouring slick and your beautifully desperate moans break into hiccuping sobs as your chest begins to rise and fall with every pointless breath you take to fight your inevitable. If he were a better man, he’d ease up on you- or better yet- not fuck around with his friends daughter to begin with but you were too delicious to pass by.

He slows the drag of his tongue upwards, catching the underside of your twitching clit, he closes his eyes when you wail- letting the sound ring in his ears like his favorite tune. He manages to give you one last flick through your slit before time is up and he’s pulling away with pupils just as blown as your teary ones. Your wet sniffle makes his cock ache and his hard on almost feels uncomfortable. He doesn’t wipe his mouth of your wetness, just looks up at you with it smeared all over and smiles. Like a fucking wolf before speaking.

“Good girl. You won again so what do you want to know?”

You briefly look at him like he’s out of his goddamn mind while you try to catch your breath because you can’t focus. Not like this. The ache in your stretched cunny hurt, the weight of the vibrator was driving you mad as every puff of air on your clit made it twitch painfully. God, the ache. You have half a mind to ask him to fuck you stupid but you need to know things apparently. You try to remember those things as you open your mouth, adrenaline infused arousal clouding your thoughts. Fuck, you needed to cum.

“D-do you seriously work in marketing and sales? Like- the legit stuff?” Your voice is wet and hoarse but to him it’s when you sound the best and he hums, tilting his head as he thinks.

In a way, what he did was marketing and sales. “Not the same as your dad but I do market to people. They get the opportunity of getting money out of what I market to them so I’d say it’s legit.” He chooses his words carefully and you process them but you’re too out of it to notice the deliberate placement of them and it’s so pretty and pathetic that he can’t help himself- dipping his head to meanly suck your clit into his mouth and the ache of your missing orgasms makes your cunt burn; tears budding in your eyes as you grip the sides of the chair. He pulls off with a slick ‘pop’, grinning darkly as he cooes at you.

“Aw- you’re just the sweetest, huh baby?”

That sentence alone almost sends you hurtling headfirst into coming, mouth dropping open as you let out a weak moan. Said moan turns into a shriek as he turns your vibe back on, the strength in the vibrations knock the air out of your lungs, not giving you any longer than a second to adjust before rubbing messily at your pearl and it’s barely been a full minute but you’re there. You’re right there and you can’t keep yourself from begging.

“N-uhn! Not so mu-fuck!” Pleasured moans make it a feat to get the words out and you pray he understands and he does but he doesn’t stop and he knows you don’t want him to. The game wasn’t over yet and sadly for you since it was his game, he was in charge.

“No. We said we’d play, remember pretty? Can’t quit because it feels like you might lose. That’s poor sportsmanship and I’m sure your daddy didn’t raise a quitter?” He’s so mean about it.

Deep voice full of fake warm encouragement as he mocks you and the budding tears fall, spurring him on as he raises his hand; cuff link catching in the light before he’s cracking down on your cunt. Slap echoing through the air and it stings it stings it stings- so bad.

Just not enough to stop you from getting closer, heart pounding and you can’t catch your breath, every inhale seems to dissolve like smoke and he’s cruel about it. Not letting you catch a break with the hot lashes of his tongue; even coming up every few times to degrade you.

“You should see yourself”,

“Aw, does it hurt? She’s so swollen- I imagine it does”,

“You cry so easily; c’mon, where’s daddy’s big girl?”

You don’t know if he’s referring to himself or your actual father but it doesn’t matter anymore. You feel about ready to pass out from the intensity of all his ministrations as you go limp, pussy walls spasming around the toy and you resign to your fate of an orgasm so strong it’ll stop your heart and finally put you out of your misery when everything stops and empty pulses make you scream for real as you’re edged for the third time.

You’d be impressed with yourself if you had more presence of mind but you just don’t have it in you. He knows that too seeing as how that was the whole point. Tears stream down your face, running your eye makeup but the glossy ruined look suits you. Biting his lip, he smothers a chuckle as he asks you what you want to ask him. The way you cry sending shockwaves of delight up his spine.

It also takes you longer to regulate your breathing, stiff nipples poke through your shirt as your chest heaves until you lift your head enough to look at him; the fight, the confusion, the sheer desperation in your gaze makes him want to take you and keep you.

“..i-i don’t..look-”, clear thinking evades you as you try to remember what started this and what exactly you needed to know so badly from him. The knowing glint in his eye is unhelpful.

“Wha- what did I ask you again?” Your voice is small but thick with neediness that’s cuter than it should be given the situation and it gives him the nastiest rush as he pushes the spreader bar more towards your chest. Tutting as he shakes his head in faux disappointment.

“The same words that just left your lips. Not a very good question but oh well. Better luck next time.”

Your eyes pop open and you feel like slapping yourself because that was technically a question. Before you can protest- demand a reassessment- the vibrator gets flipped back on but instead of leaving it in, he takes it out to press it on your clit. It’s warm and slick with your wet as he holds it against the sensitive bundle of nerves. At this point you’re shaking and he watches with heated eyes as the slight gape of your hole flutters around nothing and he slides his own fingers in- crooking them upwards with a filthy grind against that spot and a punched out gasp is all that manages to squeak by your lips when you cum.

It hits you hard and oh god- it goes on forever as your body doesn’t just chase one orgasm but all the other ones you edged yourself with and you sob in the bliss that takes you over, white hot pleasure leaving you raw from the inside out as you make a fucking mess. Liquid sputtering on the leather beneath you, the fingers inside you and the man in front of you. It’s so good that by the time it’s over you’re a blank slate. Not a single thought in your brain as you lay motionless.

He watches with a stare so hungry it’s scary and his own voice is heady when he speaks, unable to tear his eyes away from the mess that was your swollen pussy fresh off a squirting orgasm. You always came so hard.

“Ooh. That was a gooood one wasn’t it? Unfortunately, it cost you this round. That means I get to ask you a question so focus up pretty girl.”

He taps your cheek a few times with wet fingers and you groan, forcing your head up as you let out a wrecked,

“Y-yes?”

Even in the face of everything he’s managed to put you through in such a short time, he’s still so good looking. Maddeningly and devastatingly attractive; you’d let him walk you like a dog if it would please him and your cunt throbs at the sight of his face as he asks his question.

“How long until daddy dearest gets home?” The answer fall out before you can stop it, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall behind him.

“4 hours.”

And that’s the sound of your benediction.

He huffs out a dark breath moving to lift your chin with his finger, quirking his eyebrow in a condescending look and your pulse races as he rises to full height before bending down to whisper against your mouth.

“Want to go another round? Can you think of any more questions for me, little girl? If you can think at all…”

It’s a rhetorical question because he can see from the familiar vacant look in those doe eyes of yours that whatever suspicions about him are the farthest things from your mind that involve him and he smiles when you prove him right with a cute shake once of your head.

After that, he hums, dropping to a knee to free you from the bar, leaving it next to his case as he stands and wraps his large hand around your upper arm- wrenching you up as he tosses you on the couch, drawing a breathy gasp from you. Your heart skyrockets as he throws you around and as you watch him strip his jacket; leaving it on the back of the chair you just came on.

He undoes his belt as he walks back to you, fat cock in hand with his eyes locked on you and the sinful picture you make with tight high socks, the inside of your thighs wet from the liquid of your orgasm. He stops to stand behind you looking into your eyes as he pushes you to lay back down but with your head hanging over the armrest of the couch and the way your heart pikes straight down to your clit- you know exactly what’s coming next. A hand brushes the side of your face, going up to your hair as fingers lock into the strands.

“You still wanna play with me, baby?” He asks for your consent in that roundabout way he does and you nod.

“Open your mouth.”

You do, squeezing your thighs together as he slides in, stretching your throat with the sheer size of him and your eyes water. You swallow hard to keep from choking and it makes him groan deep from his chest. Biting his lip as his brows draw together in pleasure.

The tight slick walls of your throat are snug around him and you’re so good; shivers wrack up his spine as he pulls out and starts thrusting, making you gag as your mouth becomes wetter from his rough treatment of you. Your wet gags send wonderful vibrations up his cock every-time he slams in and he looks down, almost coming from the sight. Your glossy eyes with fucked up runny makeup fluttering into the back of your skull, spit coming from the sides of your stretched out lips and he curses, losing himself in the debauched pleasure.

“Yeah…that’s it. Gag on it- my pretty little slut”, he groans, wrapping a hand around the bulge of your throat with a shudder, bending over until he can touch your cunt, making you choke when he stuffs you with 3 of his fingers, immediately fucking them up into that gooey bundle that makes you nice n’ easy as he treats your poor throat like a fleshlight.

You let him use you, chasing the same high as he bullies your cunt. The added oxygen deprivation from him fucking your throat makes you dizzy- drunk on raw sensations as your heart works overtime to support your fix.

You don’t remember how you got here and you don’t care; pussy twitching hotly around his pounding digits and he doubles his efforts, hips slamming into your face- your muffled cries around his cock bringing him close to the brink. Thumbing your nub roughly, the sweet bliss crashes over you and your eyes knock back into your skull as you cum almost deliriously.

When you cum, your throat becomes airtight as it flexes, milking him so hard he’s shooting ropes with a wet heady moan that makes you thrum.

Taking his fingers out, wet with the milky strings of your arousal- he sucks them clean. Buried in your throat all the while as he catches his breath and enjoys your taste, a pleasant buzz settling over him as he slips out a few seconds later, bending down to kiss you. It’s concerning how he overlooks the fact that his dick was just in there as he sucks harshly at your lips, kissing you like he owned you as he licks deeper into your mouth still wet with saliva and him. You kiss back in a daze until he pulls away with a satisfied purr.

You looked as fucked out as you felt and he finally decides to take mercy on you. Swayed a little by the barb-toothed liking he’s taken to you. He fixes his pants as he grabs a tissue from the box on the coffee table and wipes your mouth while you watch him dazedly. He pulls your shirt down and puts his items back in his briefcase- even wipes your cum off the chair. When he’s done, he kneels next to your limp form on the couch with a secretive grin not even trying to hide that he knew something you didn’t and that now you were too out of it to clock or press what it was. Oh well. He opens his mouth to mindfuck you one more time.

“So what did you want to talk about again?”

Your brows furrow and you squint at him while you try to wrack your mind for whatever he was talking about. Was he asking about what happened at the club? You’d gotten home late in somewhat presentable condition but he ran a good story to your father about happening across you and your friend and picking you up on his way home because her car broke down and he’d spotted you guys stranded somewhere with no cell service which explained why you weren’t picking up your phone.

But during everything that happened. You don’t remember telling him you two needed to talk about anything. You give him a belated sigh, shrugging noncommittally and his grin broadens.

“I dunno, can’t remember.” You slur out, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under you as you close your eyes.

He watches you in silence until your breathing evens out when he looks at the clock.

Your dad would come home in two and a half hours to you sleeping innocently on the couch. You who he’d succeeded in making forget the nasty scene at the park.

He’ll be more careful in the future.

He looks down at the captivating features of your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your cheek like he did your first night together- inclined to give you something soft after being so rough- reasoning that it’s out of habit and nothing more as he rises to his feet, collecting his jacket and case as he slips out the front door, closing it softly behind him so you stayed sleeping.

He smiles something twisted as he walks down the street to hail a taxi and he thinks about you.

You were smart- keen. Enough to give him trouble…. but nowhere near his game. Not yet.

You’d stay in the dark for a while. Might as well have fun too while you’re there.

_this might be the last salesman fic I write for a while. just feels like it’s losing traction :/

#squid game #the salesman #the recruiter #squid game x reader #squid game smut #the salesman x reader #the salesman smut #the recruiter x reader #the recruiter smut #gong yoo x reader #gong yoo smut

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months ago

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“I’ll watch over you.” (C. Novak)

Summary: A harmless invitation turns out to be very enlightening…

Contains: Fluff, Dean being a little mean, pining, GOD the pining, sleeping, reader sleeps easy bc she isn’t traumatized, accidentally and hopelessly in love secretly, dreaming, kissing, reader wants to kiss a few people, Dean and his stupid bets, unsolved emotions with everyone’s favorite angel baby

A/N- this is just the beginning. Im obsessed with him and I will be a fiend about it.

There was something so serene about it. The stillness, the silence, how the body warms while you’re completely at peace. Soundly sleeping.

This was something he couldn’t do with Dean.

He didn’t like when the angel watched him during unconsciousness and he wasn’t particularly keen about upsetting boundaries so when either brother would tire, he’d go occupy himself elsewhere. It wasn’t until you came along where he found not all people minded. It was also where he found a strange warmness in his chest, fuzzy and new.

The leads to the creature you were all hunting had been successful though more research had to be done and that would take time but since it was late enough, you all returned to where you were staying and begun to settle in. Sam was set up in the kitchen with his laptop and Dean got ready for his “4 hours” on the couch while he stood in the middle of the room. As he kicked off his boots, laying down Dean rolled to face him, pointing a finger in warning.

“I better not wake up to you watching me. You remember our talk? S’ creepy.” He shudders at the memory of all the times he woke in a start to just that. Castiel sitting quietly in the darkness with his eyes on him.

The angel nods, holding back a small sigh. He truly didn’t think it was a concern. Humans sleep, angels watch them. He personally felt it also helped to keep you all safe- him watching and guarding your mind- especially in your unconscious subconscious. He prepares to go somewhere else when you stroll by, making his heart pause in that curious way it does around you as you pull his tie on your way towards the room.

“Hey, just so you know- I don’t mind you watching me while I sleep.” His eyes widen and Sam’s stopped typing, looking up at attention, he exchanges an amused look with Dean. Castiel struggles to find a response for a beat, eventually coming up with;

“You don’t?” And your eyes seem to sparkle as you spin on your heel, turning your head over your shoulder, shaking your head as you smile. At him.

“Not at all.”

He watches you nudge the door open with your foot at the end of the short hallway before turning to him again.

“You coming, angel baby?” The room feels a bit different now and not just because he can feel the brothers grinning for some reason. Angel baby was your special alternative name for him that came from a song that you favored. You favored the song and he favored the name because he favored you. This time he actually is quiet, simply nodding and you go into the room to prepare yourself for sleep and he stands motionless. Almost hypnotized. Quietly processing until Sam coughs into his fist, Dean chuckling.

“Well? That’s your cue, go get ‘em tiger.” He furrows his brows in confusion because he wasn’t getting anything. Regardless, he follows after you. The door closing behind him with a soft click.

Inside, the room is dark and quiet. Curtains closed with your form laying still on the bed before you turn your head in his direction and pat the space next to you.

“Sorry in advance, my dreams are a real party sometimes.” Your soft voice whispers and he follows the call, bed dipping as he sits beside you and like always, you turn your head to find his eyes- even in the darkness you seek his face. It’s honestly a habit. Since the day you met Cas, you’ve been drawn to him. The pretty blue eyed angel Dean managed to charm down from heaven and onto his shoulder.

“That’s fine. I’ll watch over your parties as well.” You bite your lip and sigh. It comes out more longingly than you’d prefer but he sounds so sincere- like watching you was serious business. Snuggling deeper into the covers, you let the natural exhaustion of the day wash over you and close your eyes, breath evening out as intense blue eyes silently but softly watch. A witness of your easy decent to sleep.

It’s quiet. So quiet but there’s something about the quiet that comes so serenely- it’s utterly beautiful. Your every inhale is like a prayer. There’s a clench in his chest; a fondness he’s beginning to associate with you. Your back rises and falls as he listens and keeps count of your heartbeat while you breathe, eyes softening at the slow tempo and the way your expression could only soften this much during sleep and sleep alone and you were sharing this vulnerability with him. The vulnerability of that part of your mind where it was beyond consciousness to conceal.

It means more than you know.

True to his word, he does watch your dreams; shielding the unpleasant ones from entering and observing the ones that stayed. Small scenes and scenarios that became more detailed and vivid the longer you slept. They were very random too. One would start and seemingly have a plot before an entirely new one would begin. He recognized some of the people in them and others were stranger. Most had you in various roles. A florist, an ice skater, you with your siblings when you were smaller- he smiles at that, seeing your young life through gentle unbiased bright eyes- or one where you were wearing matching black suits with Sam or hanging around Bobby’s. There’s even one where you dream of you and your life as an angel but the more dramatic version with huge wings and white eyes. His eyebrow raises as he watches one where you and Pamela kiss. Hes noticed you always seem somewhat stricken by her when she comes around but you’d always insist it was because she was “just really cool” not because you “have it in” for her and he trusts you but the subconscious was telling.

You shift, breathe catching lightly before evening out again and your lashes flutter against your cheeks where they’ve fallen closed. On impulse and before he can truly comprehend the why of it, he strokes a finger down your cheek, the skin soft and warm from sleep and he’s rendered breathless by how effortlessly you captivate. Him, especially. He’s seen beauty everywhere as everything came from god and thus was made in his image but you…from the arch of your eyelids to the slope of your neck- the kind of loveliness you were made in made a hopeless fool of him.

You, yourself were a very open person. Not going out of your way to hide things about yourself and encouraging others to do the same. So, it wasn’t a surprise that you welcomed his odd habits but to him it was. A nice surprise, however.

In your next series of dreams, he sees himself. And there’s you. He freezes at how much closer you two are in the scene, the intimacy displayed being so casual and easy. Holding hands then sitting so close that you’re almost in his lap and his hands are low on your back and you’re talking before this time- it’s you and him that kiss.

The warmth in his chest is hotter now, coming in with an edge and something else he can’t accurately place but it isn’t unpleasant. After that, the scene changes completely and he’s seeing a lot of himself through your eyes. He doesn’t realize his lips have turned up but he’d get back to that later. The current focus being-

You think of him. Often.

His eyes widen as the next dream comes softer but this time it’s you and you alone- praying. Your mouth moves but your voice is light and he’s able to make some of it out but what’s clear as rain is; “…Castiel..”

You not only thought of him- you pray to him. He’s sure it’s more than fondness he feels for you. The way you think of him; your eyes and fingers as pens as you memorize him in every alphabet in every language and memorized your memories until they multiplied…

He suddenly misses you.

Yes, you’re right there but you’re somewhere not present with him and he doesn’t want to wake you since it’s only been a few hours, time passing by as he watched over you.

Now he had to decide to continue to watch over you or wake you. It would wait, though. Humans needed their rest and your wellbeing meant too much to him to disturb it. Besides, he had much to think on himself while you slept.

Starting with you.

Meanwhile outside with dumb and dumber:

“It’s awful quiet in there..”, Dean gruffs out in the quiet space to Sam after getting only 3 of his 4 hours who just hums, flicking his eyes over to his brother with a ‘duh’ look on his face.

“What did you expect? It’s Cas, Dean. She told him he could watch her sleep not watch her-“, he cuts himself off because he was not going there but the mischief in deans voice lets him know he has every intention of going there.

“Right but cmon look at her. She’s gorgeous-“,

“Dean-”, he warns but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

“And you know it too-”,

“Yeah but-”

“She could tempt the robes off a priest-”

“DEAN!” Sam exasperates and Dean throws a hand up in defense.

“I’m just saying a woman like that invites oblivious lover boy to watch her sleep…”

“And?”

“And it writes itself!” Sam scoffs, taking a sip of your vitamin water that you left on the table.

“You think they’re gonna get together or somethin’?” Dean lets out a sharp whistle, snapping before he points at him.

“Absolutely. In fact, let’s bet on it.”

“…alright. I’ll bite. How much?” Dean hums,

“200. A hundred for both.” Oh boy. Here they go again.

“You really are sure. So 200$ says they’ll get together-“

“Or kiss”, Dean cuts him off and he rolls his eyes.

“Right. Or kiss and if they don’t you gotta pay up?”

“Yup. If she and Cas or she and you don’t end up kissing eventually then you can make my pockets hurt.” Wait. Sam looks around in confusion, brows furrowing as he jerks his neck back.

“What- wait, why me??” Dean gives him a look that makes him feel like he missed something significantly obvious.

“Remember the black suit you wore when we went undercover 2 weeks ago? Should’ve seen the look in her eyes-”

“Alright alright,” Sam cuts him off, feeling the back of his neck warm as he fights a flush.

“Deal.”

Yeah. Here they go again.

#i like them so much #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #castiel x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural fluff #sam winchester x reader #possibly #misha collins #misha fucking collins #misha collins x reader #castiel fluff #castiel supernatural #spn #shaking the bar of my cage #I LOVE HIM #LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months ago

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oh you’re one of those who see periods as unhygienic… bc if it smells like anything other than metal (like all blood does) that’s bc YOURE DIRTY DOWN THERE not bc of the blood and tissue itself

but thanks for making the post bc I love blocking ppl

I never said periods are unhygienic, I’m saying period blood is not just blood. It’s cervical mucus, it’s shedding tissue from your uteral lining, unfertilized eggs and other stuff literally coming out of your vagina. The SMELL I was referring to is of when you have sex and there’s already a smell that’s not blood and that smell being AMPLIFIED during sex BECAUSE YOU ARE BLEEDING.

Nobody is calling anyone unhygienic. But I’m pointing out that some things occur during menstruation that I PERSONALLY think sex should be kept out of during that time. And for the common (and subjective) argument that it helps with cramps: there are other ways to achieve orgasm without penetration OR a partner.

You’re also a scary pussy ass bitch for blocking immediately after talking shit but get the fuck on and please stay gone. Anyone like her, you can bounce too 👋🏽

Y’all can do what you want. I MYSELF, PERSONALLY- don’t have sex on my period and I don’t bash my fiancé (ie. saying he’s not a ‘real man’ etc) for not liking period sex either because his boundaries are just as important as mine.

Lastly, everyone thank lil bitch for coming in my inbox with this bullshit because now my anons are off. If you gon talk, you’ll do it with ya chest.

#asks #answered #masterlist

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months ago

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I just damn near THREW UP helllllll no I’m not doing, writing or anything else that has to do with period sex. Like y’all know it’s not JUST blood in there….right?

N’ don’t even get me started on the smellll🤢😷

#masterlist #logan howlett x reader #fiyero tigelaar x reader #fiyero x reader #the salesman x reader #clark kent smallville x reader #callum turner x reader #smut #y’all got me fucccckkkkkkkkkkkedd up

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months ago

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Ppl say that and then complain when there’s no buildup😭if it was up to me and me alone, they’d be in doggy right NEEEEOOOOOOW

Have one on me…(C.Kent)

Summary: “Don’t scream or shout, I’m working my way down…”, Make it to the morning x Intimacy Cues pt 2.

Contains: fluff, smut, nervousness, Clark is hot, he’s also a munch, like seriously, tongue fxcking, because I personally headcanon him to have a long tongue think misha collins (who’s next btw) kissing, they’re also kinda dorks, pussydrunk!clark, multiple 0rgasms, he gets carried away bad, coming untouched, cursing/swearing, for the love of god don’t let him get his mouth on the box for a while after this😭, you’re secretly his girlfriend you just don’t know it yet, hell of a Valentine’s Day, am I right? @moonstruks I got the ambulance this time if u need it😉🤝🏽

A/N: Be normal. Don’t make me regret updating.

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“Atta girl, jus’ lay there nice n pretty while I give you everything you need..”

And he wasn’t kidding.

From the next seconds following Clark stripping your bottoms off and folding your trembling legs towards your chest, become a blur as your world gets overwhelmed with a new palette of sensations. Your mouth drops open in a moan when you feel his nose skim along the back of your thighs before dipping inside making you jerk, and he coos at you, warm puffs of air breezing over your center.

God, you were wet. Wet and so pretty.

It was like a gloss the way your slick covered your lips; steadily leaking from your tight hole to the point where it was borderline messy. Clark licks his lips again with a deep breath, hot gaze locked on your cunt because he just can’t make himself look away and he’s so hard he’s throbbing. Still, he has to keep one thing in mind more than anything: that you are completely new to this. Which also meant you were trusting him and you can. He’ll go slow. He’ll simply make you cum and he won’t get carried away as you get used to how you’ll be feeling during the whole thing.

The heady scent of your arousal makes his eyes lid a bit as he blows on your clit, groaning lowly when he sees it twitch, more slick leaking from your cunt. He can hear the breakneck speed of your heart when your breathless voice shyly calls out for him, you don’t look down though. You’re still too nervous but that’s okay. He’ll get you there.

“..Clark? What- um…” you trail off and you sound so sweet and he’s just so hard and all that mixed with how he’s still in disbelief that he’s even got you like this, he can’t help himself; jaw dropping open as he laps a slow, fat stripe up your pussy. Letting his tongue sit snug against the underside of your throbbing clit before closing his mouth around it and sucking- rolling it around with his tongue like a piece of candy.

To you, it happens so fast that it’s like a shot of pure adrenaline. Your chest feels like it’s caving in with each gasping moan as your body is abruptly flung into the depths of molten ecstasy. At first you weren’t sure how you felt about his face being that close to your…but the sheer hunger in his expression made you ache- anxiety slowly fading in wake of your arousal. However now, it’s also agonizing and you don’t think you’ll ever be this miserable again when that deliciously wet suction is off your clit, only to be replaced with heavy strokes of tongue that have you reeling. Tears of pleasure bud in the corners of your eyes and the heat in your cheeks just won’t leave at the sounds coming from Clark and your own mouth. You’ve never sounded so…desperate. Needy, high pitched moans tear out of your throat- sharp stabs of pleasure giving you goosebumps and you feel the urge to reach out- touch Clark so he can ground you.

The taste of you has him drunk, big hands tightening their grip as he nuzzles his face deeper into your pussy, suckling your clit back into his hot mouth with a pleased delirious hum, the vibrations of his moans travel through you and you scream. Back arching so hard, you’re almost lifting off the bed; mouth opening and closing as you try to shut yourself up but simultaneously catch your breath. It’s a stupid idea, though. Clark is just too good with his mouth and you’ve never actually had anyone make you cum, never let anyone so close but even if you had, you doubt they’d be like Clark. He’s got you floating, unable to even think of anything not involving him.

Your entire body is trembling but he doesn’t think you even notice based on the sounds coming from your lips. You’re somewhere else entirely and If he thought you were wet before, it’s nothing compared to how soaked you were now. Each swipe of his tongue is immediately replaced with fresh waves of your slick as he licked away at you. Clark said he wasn’t going to get carried away but you were so soft. So fucking soft, and wet- so ready underneath him that it was hard especially with the way you were coating his senses. His head is spinning from the sweet, heady smell and taste of you, his ears ringing from your beautiful cries. Fuck, he could eat you out forever. Heart pounding he way you were under his mouth was beyond addicting; head dipping, he sucks at your hole and it happens too all at once for you to even tell him that you’re coming or possibly dying but coming hard.

Tears spill over as a long, almost painful sounding series of punched out moans tumble out of your mouth. The warm knot in the bottom of your stomach from before seems to explode, soaking your every nerve in searing bliss as Clark treats your poor clit like a pacifier. Using his tongue, he rolls it gently between his teeth and you pray there’s a burial ground nearby after he’s done killing you. The sharp twing of pain added to the melting pleasure has you wailing through the best thing you truly never knew you needed. It’s burning, tingling, somewhat painful honestly but oh so good. You gasp, trying to come down but Clark doesn’t stop- he can’t stop.

Lapping his more than talented tongue heavily through your slit, you absentmindedly look down. So tired from your orgasm that embarrassment doesn’t even stop by but what does make your heart stop is how Clark looks.

Messy black hair is all you see before reaching down to sweep it back, breath hitching when you’re suddenly staring into his pretty blown eyes, lidded heavily in arousal. He doesn’t stop, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he slowly licks up from your hole to your clit and you go positively lightheaded. You were always painfully aware- to an uncomfortable degree- of how attractive Clark is but seeing that same face smeared in your wetness, those same maddening fangs peeking out with the pink of his tongue as he laves open mouthed licks up your cunt was too much.

“C-came already-!” You’re cut off by your own shaky whine when you feel him continue to suckle the sensitive around your entrance.

He isn’t getting carried away- fat tongue slipping inside you to taste that delicious cream from the source, sucking sloppily as he undulates his tongue and you go boneless; falling flat against your bed while Clark eats you alive. His perfect nose nuzzles against your pulsing clit as a result, and your heart skips as white hot pleasure ricochets through you. The appendage squeezes in further, and you can feel the mess that’s beginning to accumulate but you don’t care, grinding down on his face. Reaching down, you card your trembling fingers through his hair and you’re so nice about it vs. the sick way he’s eating you up that he rewards you by pulling his tongue out some just to slide it back in, wiggling with persistence against your tight inner walls, fucking you with his tongue. Every now and then- in a pussydrunk daze- he pulls out to swallow; lower face drenched in you, and then plunges right back in, cock throbbing painfully but he’s in heaven.

Your skin is damn near ready to vibrate off your skeleton, bleated moans rise to keens as Clark flexes his tongue before pulling out to flick at your pearl. Biting your lip, you start to cry in earnest. Completely overwhelmed but so good at the same time that you refuse to tell him to stop.

It's insane. How his tongue is so big it covers your entire sex at the best of each lick, tasting you over and over. He keeps lapping at you, his tongue parting the fat lips of your swollen cunny with maddening repitition, saliva and slick sliding down over your asshole. It's lewd and noisy and oh god, oh god- you’re gonna come again.

In his world, all that exists is you. You with your pretty, overstimulated pussy that no one’s ever even seen- smelling so edible and coming so sweet in his mouth as you cry for him, melting like cotton candy. He’s worked your cunt over so well that she’s puffy. Spasming at every puff of air and another nasty wet kiss is all it takes for what’s left of you to come crumbling apart.

This time, Clark’s tongue fucks you through it. Lapping up every spurt of your juices, he holds you down while you black out. Letting the consuming waves of euphoria swallow you as Clark makes out with your pussy, eyes fluttered in bliss as he shoots ropes into his pants while he licks you clean- his own orgasm triggered by yours hitting then squeezing his tongue.

A weak groan leaves your chest and Clarks mouth reluctantly pops off your cunt and you shiver at the cool air.

His broad chest heaves as he stares at the tantalizing sight that is your cunt. Maybe he did get carried away. The slight gape of your tongue fucked hole makes him swear, brows furrowing with restraint and he whines low in his throat. As much as he would love to keep going, this is about you and you couldn’t handle anymore right now. Almost guiltily, he eyes your limp form on the bed, warm hands massaging your legs idly while he watches the quick rise and fall of your chest. Adjusting himself, he licks his lips and before he can stop it- a dazed smile raises the corner of his mouth. Your taste still sweet on his lips. Clearing his throat, Clark’s mellow voice breaks the silence, cutting through the fuzz in your ears.

“Hey..”, his hushed whisper makes you smile, albeit tiredly and you whisper back.

“..hi.”

Clark sighs in relief as he stands up, draping himself over you as he lays on top, kissing your lips softly. The shy look on your face only intensifies when you feel his wet face kiss at yours, remembering why it’s wet but in a strange way, it’s nice. You also feel lighter somehow but you’d investigate that later. The second time he kisses you, on the mouth this time, you kiss him back. Lips sliding against each other tenderly before he breaks away.

“So? How was it, baby? We still doin’ okay?” You turn your head as another hot flush overtakes your face at the petname and his audacity. How was it? Your normally smart ass didn’t even have the words to string together how good it was. Instead, you let the loopy smile you’ve been fighting win as you face him, nodding happily with sleepy eyes. Clark chuckles, nodding amusingly with you, feeling his chest swell and he’s not sure if it’s entirely because of his ego.

You really do feel great. Even with him laying flush on top of you and heavy, you don’t feel that familiar itch or urge to get away from him- for personal space which is surprising given the way he was eye and mouth contact with your most sensitively intimate areas only minutes ago.

“Mmm, better than okay- splendiforous even.” You smile as you feel his chest shake with laughter, shaking his head before kissing you again.

“Dr. Seuss? Really?” He raises an eyebrow and that same feeling that started all this begins to creep back in.

“Really really but”, you don’t know how to word it so you just pointedly look down and hope he catches your drift and he eventually does. Letting out a nervous but interested chuckle, tonguing the inside of his cheek before leaning down in your ear, the way his soft lips brush your skin makes heat slot up your spine.

“What about me?” Oh fuck.

You can’t wait to ask god what he got from creating someone as unnecessarily fine as Clark when he sends you to the afterlife.

Taking a deep breath, you manage to squeak out,

“Did you- don’t you want to…y’know…” Biting his lip to keep from smiling wolfishly, Clark drops his head on your shoulder. His breath in your ear making you shiver.

“I already did, baby.”

Oh?

“But I didn’t touch you-“

“But I- was touching you. Tasting you too and when you cum-”, he pauses to kiss wetly at your ear and you gasp, “it’s contagious, sweetheart.”

Oh.

The low whimper that leaves you has him ready to run laps and he gets real aware of how naked you are from the waist down and fights to control himself because it would be unfairly easy. Too easy to rile you up, rouse your curiosity about every single touchy thing you’ve never done and take you there but he can’t. He’s worn you out enough for one afternoon and fitting any part of him in you would be a whole other struggle entirely so he leaves that for another day when he’ll be following your lead again. A sleepy yawn breaks him out of his thoughts as he looks down at your pretty face.

“Tired?” You nod but make no move to separate and he bites his lip nervously at what now. You two were in similar circles but you never got on together so your odd relationship was new. He liked you, having you in his eye from afar since forever but he also knew how much too close could unnerve you.

“If you wanna nap I can go-”,

“Nah.” He swallows, trying not to sound to happy as your arms wrap around his big frame, snuggling into his warmth.

“No? But aren’t you tired? I don’t want to intr-”,

Your snort cuts him off.

“Intrude? I just gave you your very own lipgloss; it’s impossible for you to intrude now.” Touché. “Right, so-”,

“So now, we’ll get up after I catch my breath and then I’ll go clean up and after we’ll go get fries and do whatever covers.” You say casually but he hears your heart pounding and it sounds like a dream and he smiles, kissing you slowly for the countless times within the time you’ve been together, humming in agreement. You’re thankful he doesn’t point out the darkness of your cheeks- he still flusters you.

“Sounds perfect but what if I have plans?”

“You’ll cancel them.” You say, shrugging like it’s common knowledge and he’s reminded that he’s seen you, hence he knows you’re used to getting your way.

“You’re right. Good thing I’m free then, hm?”

You nod before running your nails up his back, cupping the back of his head as you bring him down for a sweet kiss. He warms all over, humming into your lips before he feels you pat at his shoulders- signaling him to get up so you can move. He does but you stay put, staring at him until he looks around with a confused smile.

“What?”

“Cover your eyes! I have to walk to the bathroom and I’m still naked!” Oh. Aw. How cute. Instead of teasing you, he simply nods but his smile says it all as his hands move to cover his sight.

“And if you even try to peek I’ll beat you up and steal your lunch money!” You huff out and he laughs, that devastating smile making your heart skip.

He hears you shuffle of the bed then stumble a bit before you get your footing then move around, there’s the ruffle of more fabric- probably pants- before nothing.

There’s a sudden quick press of warm softness on his lips and he gasps as your footsteps quickly pad away, the sound of the bathroom door closing seconds later and only then does he put his hands down, a hopelessly enamored grin on his face as he sits on your bed staring into space with the memory of your essence still fresh in his mouth.

Yeah. He was a goner but one thing is for sure: whatever he teaches you next- he’s taking you down with him but he gets the feeling that you’ll surprise him before then.

#I’m SORRY #but I have to drag it out😭

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months ago

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>> Playing CHERRY_Rina Sawayama_▶︎၊||၊|။||၊၊||၊၊၊||၊||။၊|။ !!

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˖◛⁺⑅Works for..vv o(◕␣~)o :

•[KEY—> “O” is fluff, “+” is angst, “X♡” is smut] ☆～（ゝ。∂)

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❖ Clark Kent (Smallville) Intimacy cues- a series of your one and two😘 !!

🀥 Summary: Who better to teach you how to talk body when you’ve never learned the language than the campus’s hottest farmboy gone football player?

Genre▶︎ Fluff, angst, medium burn, smut ♡ ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢

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❖ The Salesman (Squid Games) Dadsfriend!au x a web of dangerous rendezvous. 1NOT, 2ALL, 3GAMES, ARE4<pending>.. .

🀥 Summary: Your dad always gets along with the most unconventional people. Yet the tall dark suited stranger he brings home one day takes the cake. With a heavy hand comes pleasures you aren’t strong enough to resist but the real danger comes with his secrets. In the end, your dirty little secret is the least of your problems…. Good luck because you’re in way over your head.

Genre▶︎ dark, smut, thriller, age gap, angst, tbd

_oneshots_ What I hear now_ +O ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉

❖ Fiyero Tigelaar (Wicked 2024) Series of oneshots!

Wanting Needs_ X♡ Where your feet can’t follow_ +O Shots like the 80’s (modern!au)_ ♡+☆ Running x Protection_ +O♡ Silent in Season_ +O♡ Into the new year_ X X♡ 2 days_ X♡ Impressions_OOO

🀥 Summary: A girl with foresight and winkie prince walk into a bar….

Genre▶︎ fluff, smut, angst ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉

❖ Hugh Jackman (Wolverine) Hypervision. _series_

full glass /1drink/2drinks/3_ _

🀥 Summary: Nothing to see here, just a ordinary popstar and her driver…so why can’t Logan shake the feeling that you’re far from ordinary? Oh the thrill of the double life…

Genre▶︎ Slow burn, smut, angst, age gap, tbd

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Callum Turner (Everything tbh😭)

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“I’ll watch over you”_O_

Desperate as the air i breath in you _O X♡

😭 enjoy the masterlist I worked very hard on for @screamertannie

#this was so much work #good lord😭#masterlist #asks #answered💛🎀#clark kent smallville x reader #the salesman x reader #fiyero tigelaar x reader #fiyero x reader #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #callum turner x reader #callum Turner #misha collins #misha fucking collins #I’m on him like whites on rice in a glass of milk on a paper plate in a snowstorm

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months ago

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WHERE ART THOU MASTERLIST?? If u have one xx 😣😣😣

Apologies!! I shall make one post haste😣 if u will give me until twilight tonight, it’ll be right up!

#asks #answered💛🎀#sorry i’m late

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months ago

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Whatever because I can’t find any lore on it, I need opinions real quick.

How do we feel about the daddy k|nk?

Actually lock in and tell me before I make a bunch of ppl really unhappy.

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Have one on me…(C.Kent)

Summary: “Don’t scream or shout, I’m working my way down…”, Make it to the morning x Intimacy Cues pt 2.

A/N: Be normal. Don’t make me regret updating.

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“Atta girl, jus’ lay there nice n pretty while I give you everything you need..”

And he wasn’t kidding.

God, you were wet. Wet and so pretty.

“C-came already-!” You’re cut off by your own shaky whine when you feel him continue to suckle the sensitive around your entrance.

A weak groan leaves your chest and Clarks mouth reluctantly pops off your cunt and you shiver at the cool air.

“Hey..”, his hushed whisper makes you smile, albeit tiredly and you whisper back.

“..hi.”

“Mmm, better than okay- splendiforous even.” You smile as you feel his chest shake with laughter, shaking his head before kissing you again.

“Dr. Seuss? Really?” He raises an eyebrow and that same feeling that started all this begins to creep back in.

“What about me?” Oh fuck.

You can’t wait to ask god what he got from creating someone as unnecessarily fine as Clark when he sends you to the afterlife.

Taking a deep breath, you manage to squeak out,

“Did you- don’t you want to…y’know…” Biting his lip to keep from smiling wolfishly, Clark drops his head on your shoulder. His breath in your ear making you shiver.

“I already did, baby.”

Oh?

“But I didn’t touch you-“

“But I- was touching you. Tasting you too and when you cum-”, he pauses to kiss wetly at your ear and you gasp, “it’s contagious, sweetheart.”

Oh.

“If you wanna nap I can go-”,

“Nah.” He swallows, trying not to sound to happy as your arms wrap around his big frame, snuggling into his warmth.

“No? But aren’t you tired? I don’t want to intr-”,

Your snort cuts him off.

“Intrude? I just gave you your very own lipgloss; it’s impossible for you to intrude now.” Touché. “Right, so-”,

“Sounds perfect but what if I have plans?”

“You’ll cancel them.” You say, shrugging like it’s common knowledge and he’s reminded that he’s seen you, hence he knows you’re used to getting your way.

“You’re right. Good thing I’m free then, hm?”

“What?”

“Cover your eyes! I have to walk to the bathroom and I’m still naked!” Oh. Aw. How cute. Instead of teasing you, he simply nods but his smile says it all as his hands move to cover his sight.

“And if you even try to peek I’ll beat you up and steal your lunch money!” You huff out and he laughs, that devastating smile making your heart skip.

He hears you shuffle of the bed then stumble a bit before you get your footing then move around, there’s the ruffle of more fabric- probably pants- before nothing.

Yeah. He was a goner but one thing is for sure: whatever he teaches you next- he’s taking you down with him but he gets the feeling that you’ll surprise him before then.

#Clark Kent is a munch pass it down #tom welling smallville #smallville #smallville x reader #clark kent smallville x reader #clark kent x reader #clark kent smut #clark kent smallville #tom welling x reader #tom welling #tom welling smut #smallville smut #smallville fanfic

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months ago

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Quick chat.

I hate being the fun police but here goes.

While I do love that so many of you lovelies are enjoying my fics and writing, I have to address some of the things that are being commented/reblogged under my posts.

We’re all here for a silly goofy time but there’s boundaries. Respectfully, all the people telling me in great detail all the ways they fucked themselves to my fics, all the people asking me to roleplay certain stuff with them, need to stop. It’s weird. Having sexual reactions towards my writing is fine but don’t involve me because I’m not some sexual object.

Commenting the regular stuff like “I had a reaction”, “both lips smiled”, “ugh right there”, “great now I’m pregnant”, “I could kiss you”, “raw next question”, or anything like that is FINE (if we’re moots you can say whatever you want I love you) because it makes me smile because i love hearing your feedback and I also find it funny but all that other shit gotta go.

Now onto the problem with my ask box.

Stop spamming and flooding it begging me to drop more parts of anything. There’s so many that I can’t even get to all my previous asks. It’s genuinely harassment at this point and it’s annoying. My salesman series and Clark series are pretty liked on my page and even though I put the Clark fic out only two days ago, the spam asks are already starting.

I’d love to update everything but I won’t especially now since I feel like I’m being swarmed or harassed.

Again, sorry to ruin the fun but it’s getting to be a bit much.

#asks #answered💛🎀#now closed #fiyero x reader #clark kent smallville x reader #the salesman x reader #logan howlett x reader #smut #gong yoo x reader

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Intimacy Cues (C. Kent)

Summary: Who better to teach you how to talk body when you never learned the language?

Contains: smut AND plot so it’s long,depressing past, the college au you all secretly needed, struggles with physical touch, struggles with any form of intimacy, one mild panic attack, Clark is understanding but hot, dumb ideas, hugging, bonding, kissing, making out, it starts off shaky then soft but quickly snowballs into horn-e central, size kink, slight dumbification, strength kink, first kisses, virginity kept but not for long just give me till the second part, Clark is a little infatuated, they’re so nasty about each other my word, grinding, kissing (no forreal), prayer bc we all need it

A/N- my stomach is fine, it wasn’t a tumor but a blockage because of something I ate that never digested, causing my tummy to bloat and swell but they fixed me up so I’m back😈

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“Nononono- no, stop!!”

This might be the worst decision of your entire life.

Clark pulls away again, looking down at you with his eyebrows drawn together in concern but also exasperation because-

“Hey! It’s okay- you’re okay. Remember…you were the one who asked for my help.” He didn’t say the obvious “but we’re not getting any farther” part out loud but it echoes through your head all the same and you breathe out a deep sigh; regretting it with the depths of your very being but, yes. You did ask him for his help.

Help with what? The answer would’ve ended your social life if anyone who wasn’t Clark had found out.

You needed his help with…closeness- intimacy.

Growing up you were always awkward. Not in a charming way or even unconventional, you just simply didn’t make the cut based by society’s standards. You were always too gangly, too weird, too timid; so imagine the surprise come middle of highschool to now college where you’ve finally grown into yourself.

You know how you like to dress and which clothes look hottest on you, you know what hairstyle suits best for your face shape, you’re still weird but you’re also sarcastic which somehow equals charm to people and you’ve also managed to come out of your shell a bit. Becoming more confident from people naturally gravitating towards you after your blooming stage and even more after letting your friends convince you to join your college’s cheerleading team. You’d become everything you wanted to always try.

Pretty, popular, and fun. The problem?

Thanks to how much of a late bloomer you were, you never got the chance to get comfortable with others intimately during your formative years. Nobody liked you in that way and you were terrified of embarrassing yourself so there was nothing. No first kiss, no first dance with a boy, hell- even now you still get uneasy when others stare at you too long. Hiding behind your image as a college sweetheart made everything you were still to unsettled to try easier. Don’t misunderstand; it wasn’t that you never wanted those things, it’s that you’re not used to others suddenly picking you for those kinds of things after being invisible and missing out on them for almost all your life to the point where you don’t know how to deal with it when those moments do happen.

Still, you acted like everything was fine.

Playing the role of pretty cheerleader- the flirty tease that was favored by many even though that favor was shallow as a tear on a hot day. You pretended. And it was working, nobody knew…or so you believed.

Cue to one of the football teams parties where you’d been flirting with a guy, coy smile painted on your face as you giggled softly whenever he spoke, batting your pretty eyes at him in your little mini skirt. It had been going well until he suddenly leaned closer, focusing solely on you and when you felt the heat of his skin from how close he was- it felt as if the color had drained from your face, leaving you frozen as you became so uncomfortable it was visible; nerves screaming at you to flee until you listened. Spinning on your heels and bolting, trying to calm your breathing enough to will the cotton out of your ears.

You didn’t realize it then but a certain pair of blue eyes had been watching the whole thing. He’s always seen you. Which is funny because you almost always actively avoid him. In fact, he’s seen you enough to know that this isn’t the first time you’ve had that reaction and one day after a particularly rough week of endless pondering over you; he decides to just ask you after practice is over. Clark waits until his and your friends leave, it being only you and him on the field when he starts to walk over to you. The sound of incoming footsteps make you look up and when you see him, he can hear the very second your heart stops; skipping a beat before it quickly begins to thrum out of rhythm.

Honestly, there genuinely are not enough words to describe how attractive Clark Kent was. He was so incomprehensibly beautiful that you avoided Clark altogether just to avoid getting a headache from staring at him for too long especially since the real suffering started when he’d smile. Seemingly perfect pearly white straight teeth but when his grin broadened, his sharp canines would show, leaving you breathless every time. The type of good looking that was flat out overwhelming. Besides being apart of adjacent stereotypes, you two didn’t go together but there was no animosity.

Clark stops and you have to look up at him because of his hulking size. At almost 6’4 he nearly dwarfed you and his proportions matched. Thick, beefy everything- everywhere and you swallow before forcing a smile on your face. While you preferred to avoid him for the sake of keeping yourself out of the psych ward from how crazy he could drive you; you were still curious as to why he came to talk to you. He takes a moment to just look at you, cerulean eyes almost glowing but he doesn’t realize how intense his stare is until you start to shuffle on your feet- dainty hands twitching nervously at your side and that’s when he speaks.

“Hey…I know we don’t usually talk or anything but are you okay?” Even his voice is dreamy but confusion draws on your face because you felt fine; nervous, like you were around any guy you thought was cute, but fine. Clark elaborates at your expression,

“Y’know because of what happened at the party last-”, that seems to jog your memory enough to snap you out of it, eyebrows shooting up as dread overtakes over your face. You whip your head around, making sure there’s no witnesses when you grab him by his sweaty shirt, dragging him all the way behind the bleachers as you slam him against the metal. Clark is caught so off guard that he just lets it happen; lets the pretty thing half his size drag him as you pleased. Your eyes shift as you glare up at him.

You’re positive he’s talking about your little freak out with close proximity guy, the one that made you leave the party completely; walking so fast you nearly burned a trail in the carpet. Heart pounding, you start to spiral.

He wasn’t supposed to see that. He like everyone else- was supposed to be too drunk to notice anything.

Your nose scrunches, full lips curling in a snarl. “I swear if you say anything to anyone-!” You’re threatening him so fast, Clark falters, raising his hands in defense, debilitating blue eyes widening as he starts to plead his case.

“No no-! I didn’t! I-“, He stutters at your harsh gaze, the feel of your hands soaking through his shirt, warming his chest. He needs to hurry up and explain himself before you start disliking him. “I was just worried! Whenever I see you and a guy, even if you act interested-“, he rushes out, panting as he talks even faster, “the second they get too close you look like you’ll vomit!” Your hostility melts into shock and even more confusion and you let go of his shirt, stepping back as you study him, his words stuck in your mind.

“How..? Are you- you’ve been paying that close attention to me? When do you even see me?” You’re at such a loss for words that it’s hard to string them together to properly question him.

“…I”, he swallows harshly, “I always see you.” It’s pure adrenaline that motors his mouth- he thought he was over the time when lovely faced girls made him nervous but you were unexpectedly feisty. It lit something tingly in him. Your eyes search his face and he spills. “I see how you flirt but you’re sarcastic too. Everyone is so taken by your pretty that they don’t even notice, they just call it ‘wit”, he manages to catch his breath enough to sound less panicked now that you look like you won’t kill him, “I see how even though you’re a flyer, you hate heights-”

“H-how-?”

“Your right leg shakes when they lift you, no matter how stable your base is.” Your mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out, heart racing when his voice goes soft,

“But what I’m saying is- so what that you’re not really what you give off? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. ‘Jus curious why you think it is…”, he blinks those long lashes at you and you find yourself explaining the tale of your sordid social past.

By the end of it he’s stunned speechless.

You? Just how bad was your awkward phase for nobody to be interested in you? Wait so that also probably meant that-

“You’re a virgin?!”

You slap your hands over his mouth with a speed equal to his own, face flushed as you shush him, hissing in a low whisper.

“Jesus Chri- shut up! Are you trying to tell the entire campus?!!” You let out another heavy sigh.

“…yes, I am”. You let your hands fall to the side, refusing to look at him while he’s trying to process; silence filling the space between you. You’ve accepted that your ego will never recover from the most gorgeous being on the planet knowing about all your…truths. That you looked and acted the part of a vixen just to hide that you secretly weren’t.

“…so you’ve never done anyt-”,

“No.”

Well then.

You can’t take another long drag of awkward silence, turning to face the boy who knew you probably more than anyone else did.

“Look- I would’ve loved to remedy this but I-”

“Can’t stomach whenever a guy gets too close due to previous deep rooted societal wrought insecurities…” Bingo.

“Well for what it’s worth,” he gives you one of his disarming grins and a flush creeps up your neck; warming your ears, “I think you’re doing fine now.” You snap your head down to see that you two are standing fairly close or at least closer than you normally allow and you don’t have that itch to get him as far away from you as possible. That’s when you get the idea that- “Oh my god! You can help me get over my thing! This is perfect!”! You’re practically vibrating with glee, excited to finally have all your firsts without that looming of touch related dread haunting you. Clark however is swarmed with various images of him “helping” you and can’t keep his ears from reddening at all the different scenarios where he’d be required to be close to you and begins to stutter.

“W-well, I wa- not that I-! I don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean w-we-”, you cut him off before he can weasel out of it, eyebrows creasing in frustration. You unconsciously step closer, your sweet smell bathes his senses as he stares you down, trying not to gulp too hard. “Please, Clark?”, you start and he swallows harshly at how his name sounds in that whiny tone from your lips.

“It can’t be anyone else because you’re the only one who knows! We’re not close now but we could be-“, and the double meaning makes him tune out completely as he only watches your plump lips move; not even registering the sound coming from them. He was thankful you didn’t ask him why he watched you so closely because the answer was one he wasn’t ready to even admit to himself.

Your lips stop moving after a while and them paired with your begging doe eyes make him cave, Clark nodding in hopeless defeat. He was supposed to be over the influence of pretty girls.

“S’okay, I’ll help you out. Your secret’s safe with me.” The corner of his mouth tilts up in a lopsided smile that was somehow both attractive but made you feel safe and you smile shyly back. You were nervous but you know Clark is a good guy- reckless as hell with his charms- but a good guy. What could go wrong?

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Standing in the middle of your dorm room with your arms wound tight around yourself is when you find out that alot can go wrong.

Clark came over and you two came up with a starting plan that seemed the easiest: talk and slowly close the distance between you two until he was touching and looking at you without you getting uncomfortable or pushing him away. It sounded simple enough at first only…. you severely underestimated how you’d react to Clark. The way his deep mellow voice sounded in your ears, how he always held such steady eye contact as he moved towards you, that heavenly jawline tilting when he’d think too long. Already, Clark was big from afar but up close he was even bigger. Strong arms and broad shoulders; chest so thick it was noticeable through his shirt. You were used to others falling at your feet but Clark stood fine and it affected you in ways you didn’t prepare to deal with, so you tried to do what you always did- ignore it.

Matching Clark’s light conversation as you two eventually get more comfortable, gradually gravitating towards each other with slow short steps. The air shifts when you exhale and the breath tickles his chest. This is when you normally get squeamish but you merely hesitate for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and pushing yourself by letting him keep his distance.

His hand twitch and he shuffles a bit closer, biceps flexing as he reaches out, resting his hands on your shoulders; your conversation quiets as he stares at you with perfectly blue lidded eyes and then you feel the stirrings of restlessness under your skin. That impeding urge to get away. Despite the way you feel, the slow atmosphere helps you tremendously to not pull away but your pulse spikes all the same. His hands felt nice. You take another deep breath as you try to come to terms with what you were feeling.

Clark was a guy.

A guy who was standing in your bubble, touching you- looking at you.

A million emotions fly across your face at record speed and Clark doesn’t move any more for the next couple minutes. No, he waits for you; large rough palms warm on your bare shoulders while his pinky idly messes with the thin strap of your top. Your skin was soft. The heavy rise and fall of your chest has him focusing on you more intensely, trying to get a read on how you felt until you break the silence with a shaky exhale.

“We can keep going- you can keep touching me.” He knows you don’t mean it that way but his ears burn anyways as he nods. Taking a second to think before taking his hands off you to take yours, ignoring your big eyes look as he places your hands around his waist- inevitably moving closer and his voice softens like he’ll frighten you away if he were to speak any louder.

“You can touch me too. Promise I don’t mind…this is for you after all.” You suppress a whine because being so close was already hard with you fighting every instinct yelling at you to get gone and go somewhere where nobody could comprehend you but now with Clark staring at you like that, it was even harder. Your eyes flick about the room as you flatten your palms more against his back, mentally rolling your eyes back at how his muscles feel. You don’t even realize you’re biting your lip but Clark does, instantly alert the second he felt your small hands nervously press against him, his eyes zeroed in on the swollen skin dipping under the pressure of your teeth. He feels bad because while he was supposed to be helping you, he couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy you were being so shy but hardheaded enough to build up the grit to go for what scared you because you wanted it.

Without taking his eyes off your face, he rubs his hands up to your neck, making you squeak before smoothing them back down your shoulders; repeating the motions with a gentle hum.

The room feels hot- you felt hot and jittery but it’s too much. Unable to keep the waves at bay, goosebumps trickle over your skin and your eyes scrunch in panic as your breathing picks up. He was close. Close and touching you. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes because you know when you do, you’ll be naked for all to see and you scream.

“Stop!”

Nobody can see you-nobody’s supposed to be seeing you, the girl who was never even chose last as you were overlooked entirely no matter how badly you wanted to reach out. Maybe that’s what started your fear. Maybe you were scared of losing experiences because of rejection.

Clark doesn’t move away but he isn’t touching you anymore and you aren’t touching him as your hands fly to the sides of your head, trying to calm yourself down and guilt pours over him. He wants to hug you; comfort you but he knows that pulling you against him in a hug will only worsen things right now so he waits. Closing his eyes to help you feel at ease, listening closely to the beat of your heart until your breaths quiet and he hears it fluctuate back to normal. He keeps his eyes closed until he feels your small trembling hands slide back around him and instead of putting his hands on your shoulders, he moves his arms around them; resting them against your back but not pulling you in yet. It’s quiet besides the hushed sounds of him cooing at you and your breathing. The air now has an underlying current and you shift in his heavy arms, inhaling deeply as you finally look up at his face. Shyly, you cut the silence; voice soft as how you feel.

“…you can open your eyes now..” Clark feels his own heart speed up before he responds, low tone matching yours and electricity hits you when it clicks. This is intimate.

“Are you okay? We can stop and try again some other time; I don’t wanna upset-,”

“I want you to look at me.”

His eyes pop open at your command, peering down at you in such a way that your breath catches; anxiousness rising up you again but you stay right where you are. Willing yourself to embrace the exposed way he makes you feel.

Under the heat of his stare it’s like he’s seeing everything you’ve ever hid or been but his hold is steady enough to let you know he’s there with you and he’s not going anywhere. You still feel naked but more than that, you feel safe. Comfortable enough to not shy away from his warmth, you take another breath; looking up at him through your lashes- making his head fuzzy.

His eyes shift from their usual blue to the shade of the sea after a storm and you’re swept away, logic going with you as you slowly glide your hands up his sides to his where his arms hold you. Feeling every dip and curve of his strong build until you reach his hands, repositioning them around your lower back. You move closer but because you two were already standing so close- your chests touch and Clark stops breathing. The soft swell of your breasts move against his body with your every inhale and he finds his senses filled with you.

Your gaze is torn away when you turn your head, looking down as you drop against his chest. Arms looping around him making his own instinctively curl around you, holding you tight to the firm but soft muscle of his chest. You both pause for a few minutes- waiting for the urgent panic but it never comes. Instead, you melt into him with a relieved sigh, warm breath bleeding into his shirt. You two were officially hugging.

And you were in heaven.

You never knew close contact with the opposite gender could be so delightful. Clark was just so big and warm and smelled so good, you bury your face into the meat of his pec almost deliriously, sighing happily. Fuck, you really had been missing out. His arms are firm and heavy against your back, effectively locking you against him. The endorphin rush hitting you has you practically purring; the sounds of your bliss vibrating Clark’s chest and he smiles, letting you get your fix as he enjoys the way you fit into his arms.

Unsurprisingly, you two stay like that for a while. Fitted against each other in the silence of your cozy bedroom. He sees the top of your head move and he’s suddenly looking into your eyes, pupils blown so wide that your eyes are black. Clark has to bite his lip to keep from smiling at how cute you look. Your eyes flit down to his mouth to see the peek of his fangs that always show, letting out a small breathy ‘oh’ when you do. You’re still reeling in all the best ways as you rest your chin against his chest, unabashedly looking at his handsome face.

Clark raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the phantom hearts in your eyes and the way your small feet are standing on top of his larger ones while you make no attempt to separate your bodies, completely content with his proximity. He likes you so he likes your closeness and he’s even more elated that you seem to like him being so close too. Speaking lowly so he doesn’t disturb you, he checks if you’re still on the planet with him.

“This okay, sweetheart? Y’enjoying yourself?” The petname slips out but you don’t move or rush to correct him as your blood simmers, a numbingly pleasant heat washing over you so strong it’s hard to think. Running your hands in a slow caress up his back, you feel the muscles flex as his arm twitches and a smile grows on your face as you blink dumbly- brain currently taking a break, you mumble sweetly,

“Mmhm, yeah never better.”

And it’s true. You’ve never felt this safe, this free with anyone that wasn’t immediate family or your best girl friends. He was touching you and seeing you but you didn’t care because you knew whatever he was seeing and touching, was safe as it would ever be with him.

Clark huffs out a laugh at your belated response, moving one of his hands in a warm caress up your back, feeling you shiver and he bites his lip again. You were so alluring without even having to try and he breathes to reign himself in since he was currently the first and only to have you melting like this from a hug alone. If a hug got you like this he could only imagine how beautifully you’d respond to-

“Um, C-Clark?” Your soft voice brings him back as he hums, flicking his eyes down lazily at you.

“Yeah, baby?” Your sweet little gasp makes him realize that he just called you another nickname but you don’t seem to mind, flustering prettily in his arms. He leans down closer to your face, only to hear you better, eyes patient as he stares at you.

“I know this is supposed to be about me but how do you feel? You’ve been so good with me..I just wanna make sure you’re okay too.” Clark smiles, moved that you’re worrying about him even with all his experience.

“Yeah I feel good but how about you? Want me to let go or we can try something different?” He would’ve asked if you wanted to stop but he was going off your body language and it was telling him distance was the last thing you wanted and he was right as you shook your head before resting your chin back into his chest, looking up at him with those pupil eclipsed doe eyes.

“I feel great but…”, your voice gets smaller as it takes on an almost needy tone before stopping altogether. You snap your face back into his chest and he’s even more curious to get it out of you but you just can’t say it.

“You really don’t need to be embarrassed. Clothed or naked, we all start somewhere”, he whispers against the top of your head, stroking your back soothingly as you try to talk yourself into asking him before you chicken out, “with me you can start wherever you want and you know I’ll never tell. Or make fun of you..”,

His voice is tender with warmness and it turns your reservations to raindrops as you look back into his eyes. Steeling your nerve, you ground yourself with the way you feel in another persons arms for the first time in your life- his arms and decide to go for it.

“You said- we can try something different?” Your heart begins to race again as Clark’s starts to pound. He can’t keep the heat out of eyes as he returns your stare, nodding.

“Yeah. We can do whatever you want.” His breath wafts across your face, forehead resting against yours and the rate at which you find yourself needing him- scares you. You’ve been depraved of this kind of contact to the point of fear since forever but now…

“Then…can we-“, you blink rapidly, not wanting to verbalize it but not wanting to go without even more.

“Can we kiss please?”

Clark has to shut his eyes. You looked so sweet, felt so soft and even though you couldn’t keep the neediness from seeping into your words, you still asked so politely. Blood rushes through his ears as he feels a familiar stirring in his groin, taking a deep breath because it wouldn’t do for him to lose control now, his voice is heady with pure want when he answers,

“F’course. I’d love to kiss, baby.”

Large hands settle around your waist as you get pulled completely flush to him, legs almost intertwining while your pelvises touch; bodies glued together. The languid heat of arousal thrums through you, making your head spin.

Your lips part when Clark presses his forehead more firmly against yours, lighting you from the inside out when he dips his neck to slot his open mouth over yours.

Immediately your chest burns, heart feeling like each pump is gasoline, fueling the fire hes started in you. Clark’s full lips slide against yours, alternating between suckling at your top lip then bottom lip slowly, coaxing you to follow his lead, groaning his approval and the sound turns you up as you press yourself harder against his body. You feel so good you’re thrumming- heat steadily pulsing through you.

Your heads move from how hard you’re kissing, slick sounds coming from your mouths intensifying as you get rougher, delicious shivers all up your spine. Clark presses his lips fully against yours, moving them open wider with his own, hot breaths mingling as he licks hotly against the opening of your mouth. A bolt of pleasure hits you so hard that you gasp, wrenching your mouth off his as you moan- the needy little thing so whiny it makes his cock fatten in his pants as you pant against each others lips. Fuck. He can smell how wet you are. The sweet, heady smell makes his mouth water with him tossing shame clean out the window.

“Can I put my tongue in your mouth? Please, pretty girl?” You move your arms around his neck to get as close as possible, nodding desperately.

“God, yes-!” His mouth is back to consuming yours before you finish. Opening your lips with the force of his swollen ones, he sucks your bottom lip before lapping his tongue into your mouth. You twitch in his hold, even more turned on when he doesn’t have to move to keep your squirming in place, casual show of strength making you lightheaded as he swallows your moans. Wet smacks fill the air, your grip on him tightening when he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You get wetter and he can tell, growling in pleasure as he suddenly lifts you; your legs locking around his waist as he uses his hold on yours to grind you against him. The result is instantaneous. You melt like cotton candy, chest shaking against his from your pleasured moans as your shared spit wets your lips. Still aware of the fact that you need to breathe, Clark pulls away with a suck of your lips- staring at you hungrily with dark eyes.

He can’t even remember when he picked you up but the tiny undulations of your hips let him know it was a welcome decision. You looked so good. Lips puffy n slick, doe eyes teary and blown out, wet as fuck with your hard nipples poking through your top…you could ask him for every one of Saturns rings and he’d get them for you.

Clark takes a deep lungful of your tantalizing scent before he checks on you again.

“How was that, sweetheart? Y’first kiss right?” You nod, cupping his face. You can’t help the way you smooch more pecks onto his pink lips, aching as you answer.

“It was so good”, you drag your nose down his jaw; kissing his ear as you whisper into it, “you feel so good, Clark..”. You have him completely hard at this point, thick and fat as his tip oozes pre when you start to whine. He almost feels bad that you’ve waited so long, being so pent up wasn’t good and you deserved to feel good everyday.

“What’s wrong baby?” The low timbre of his voice makes your pulse skyrocket, causing you to absolutely dissolve against him, hips twitching as he helped you rub yourself on him.

“I-I need..-“, you let out a soft cry and he quickly soothes you. Kissing you deeply before pulling away, licking his lips of your taste as he verbalizes exactly what you need.

“Need to cum?”

The heat in your chest blooms up to your face as you nod, suddenly growing shy but still comfortable. You purr as Clark presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, looking at you with pretty lidded eyes.

“Would it be okay if I made you cum princess?”

The utterly wrecked moan that comes out of your mouth has goosebumps scattering up his arms, holding you tighter as you nod vigorously.

“I need words baby”, he whispers. Giving you another kiss to tempt you and it works. He was too irresistible and he knew it.

“Yeah, you can make me cum Clark.” And with that he carries you over to your bed, laying you on the plushness as he takes over your mouth again with a hungry groan, your hands touching everywhere until he pulls away- fangs on display as he smiles making fire sweep through your veins.

Massaging your legs, he rises on his knees- taking off his shirt as your mind checks out from how hot he is, shifting restlessly as the ache in your pussy throbs with the best pain. Whining his name, Clark cooes at you; big hands moving to pull your clothes off. Your nerves are going haywire but you need this- need him to make you feel things, lifting your hips to help him slide your shorts and underwear off, spreading your legs as you let him get a good look at your messy wet hole twitching in need.

Clark swears, hooking his hands under your knees and bending them towards your chest. Exposing you more as he licks his lips, keeping his eyes glued to your cunt.

“Atta girl, jus’ lay there nice n pretty and I’ll give you what you need..”

Part ✌🏽…

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