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A Sweet Macaroon

Topher x Reader

Trigger warning: Abuse reference

You haven’t been happy since your high school sweetheart, Chris, came home after his sophomore year of college and announced he was dropping out to travel coast to coast and find himself. You loved him deeply, and he broke your heart. Devastated, you married the first guy who asked. Now, it’s 10 years on, and you’re stuck in a childless and loveless marriage. Your husband hit you before, but he’s always controlled himself enough not to smack your face. That changed last night, and you leaned into the bathroom mirror applying makeup to conceal the damage.

“You can’t go to the restaurant like that. People will think I’m a monster,” Earl said.

“I’m putting on coverup. It will be fine. Besides, we need the money,” you countered with the one argument you knew would work.

“Okay, but I’m taking you to see how people react. You can stay if no one says anything,” he said.

This was not what you wanted. You wanted to pack a big backpack, but if Earl was driving, you could only pack a small tote. There was enough money stashed in your locker to buy a bus ticket. Whatever tips you could earn during this shift would be your spending money until you found a new job.

“What’s that bag for?” Earl asked.

You lied, “I always bring an extra outfit in case I spill something on myself.”

He said he never noticed before but was more focused on reminding you it was his bowling night, and he couldn’t pick you up. You were grateful. You took inventory: two t-shirts, a denim skirt, a nightgown, 2 pairs of panties, flip flops, and a few toiletries. You had rolled everything tightly to fit in your tote. You prayed you didn’t forget anything essential.

Fortunately, customers were generous with their tips. You went straight to the bus station after work. The bus drove through the night, but you were too anxious to sleep. You only had one relative who lived outside your town, your cousin Alex in Schmicago. You would see if she could help you get a fresh start.

It was sunny when you arrived in the city. You brushed your teeth and splashed icy water on your face in the bus terminal restroom. It washed off the last of your makeup, but oversized sunglasses were the fashion, and you slipped on yours. It took an hour to find where Alex lived. You double checked the address because it was a junkyard. There was an odd little man in the center, kneading dough on a table. He had a sweet face and long dark hair. He wore a newsboy cap.

“Hello, friend! I’m Michael. Welcome to the tribe.”

You introduced yourself, deciding it would be safer to use your middle name. You explained you were looking for your cousin. Michael told you that you were in the right place, but Alex was off doing odd jobs. He offered you food and took you to her tent. He kindly suggested you take a nap. You slept for three hours.

After spending the afternoon with Alex, she took you to meet her tribal leader. As you entered the large tent, you were shocked to see a ménage-a-trois on the bed. You’d never even seen a dirty movie, and here it was live before your eyes. Alex didn’t even react as the two women were taking turns sucking the man. Another man sat on a cushion checking things off on a clipboard, as if he didn’t see what was happening two feet away from him.

Your eyes should’ve been glued to the action, but instead, you stared at this man. From the angle you were standing, you couldn’t quite see his face, but he had a glorious head of curly hair, and the vest he wore emphasized the definition in his arms. As he wrote, you thought his forearms may be the sexiest thing you’d ever seen, even though there were people having sex right in front of you. He turned to greet the two of you.

You scanned this super-hot guy from his bell bottoms to his face, and your heart jumped into your throat, as you said just under your breath, “Chris-.”

“Topher, this is my cousin y/m/n,” Alex told him.

“Nice to meet you, y/m/n. I’m Topher,” he said, reaching out with one hand while placing his other over his heart. “I’m getting a vibe we know each other.”

You shrugged. Your hair color was different than when you last saw him. Your curves had developed a bit more. You hope the sunglasses hid your face enough to function as a disguise. You’ve dreamt of seeing Christopher again but not like this.

But he reached to remove your glasses and said with surprise, “Y/N?!”

He motioned for the two of you to exit the tent, and he followed. It was evening but still light enough he could see your black eye and the large bruise on your upper arm. He slipped his finger under your chin and turned your head to examine the damage.

“Y/n, who did this to you?” Topher demanded.

Alex replied, “Her no-good husband, Earl. That’s who.”

“Hunterson,” you added.

“You married Earl Hunterson,” he said incredulously.

Afraid you would cry if you answered, you merely nodded, but his hand stayed holding your chin.

Alex asked, “You guys know each other?”

Topher answered yes but provided no other information.

So, you added, “We went to high school together.” (Instead of “We went together in high school.”)

Alex explained to Topher that you needed a place to stay until you worked out your next steps, but unfortunately, she was already sharing her small tent with Marissa and asked for his help in pairing you up with someone else.

“Not a problem. Y/n can bunk with me,” he said.

You and Alex both exclaimed, “What?!!!”

“It’s perfect. She’ll be safe with me. I’m the only one sleeping here,” he said, and pulling the tent flap open, he yelled in, “You guys wrap it up.”

Alex laughed so hard she snorted, and it reminded you of when you were kids.

“I think they might think you mean something else,” she giggled.

Getting the condom reference, you and Topher started laughing, too. The three of you were still snickering when the other three exited. Alex skated off, and you went into the tent with Topher.

“Well, well, well,” he said, but after looking into your eyes with his gorgeous baby blues, he went a different direction with the conversation. “Are you hungry, Y/n?”

“No, thank you. Alex and I ate at the Kander Cafe. I applied for a waitressing job there.”

“Ah, the Absinthe Café, huh? Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” he said. “Ooh, I should write that down.”

“Since I can sleep here, I’m assuming you don’t have a wife or girlfriend,” you said.

“My manifesto is to foster love wherever it grows. As such, I no longer believe in the confines of a traditional relationship,” Topher said removing his vest and tank top.

Then, turning his back to you he removed his jeans. As he bent over, he revealed a perfect juicy peach ass, and you just wanted to take a bite.

“I guess you no longer believe in the confines of underwear either,” you giggled.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled. “I thought you might not be as comfortable with nudity as we are. So, I was slipping on these gym shorts. I didn’t think about being nude while changing.”

“You should be comfortable in your own abode.”

“Sit,” he said motioning to the bed. “It’s time for you to unburden yourself.”

“Pardon,” you asked.

“Let it out. Verbally let go of the weight you’re carrying,” he said and crawled on to the mattress behind you.

You were startled and asked, "What are you doing?”

“I’m going to physically help ease the tension while you emote,” he said.

As his fingers kneaded your neck, you let out the breath you had been holding for the last 48 hours. You knew he wanted you to talk, but you only purred.

“Y/n.”

You managed a breathy, “Yes.”

“Take off your top so I can get to these knots in your upper back."

In a trance, you did as he said.

“I haven’t seen one of these in a while,” he said.

“A knot,” you questioned.

“No, a bra,” he answered.

As his fingers worked their magic, you moaned in gratification.

“Y/n, your sounds are making things…um…hard on me.”

“I can’t help it. I'm so turned on right now,” you answered.

“Then let’s get naked,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded in agreement, and he smoothly unhooked your bra and slid it forward, cupping your breasts with both his hands, causing your nipples to pebble and heat to pool between your legs. Topher turned your face toward him and kissed you deeply. You ran your tongue over his pointed canine teeth that you always adored whenever he smiled.

He got off the bed and stood in front of you. You removed his shorts. He was so hard that every vein in his cock was defined. You dropped onto your knees and licked the glistening precum off his tip.

“Don’t tease, Y/n,” he said.

You stared up at him, and desperately wanting to please him, you begged, “Teach me!”

He contemplated and replied, “Just make love to my dick.”

His direction seemed vague, but you knew each other well enough that it was clear to you. You hoped your enthusiasm would make up for your lack of skill. You started by kissing up and down his shaft, while massaging his balls. He groaned. You took him as far into your throat as you could. He held your hair back and wiped your tears with his thumb until he threw his head back in ecstasy. Just as he was on the borderline, he pulled out of your mouth. You whined.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” he said.

He had you stand. He unbuckled your sandals and removed your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, trailing kisses on the outside of your legs as he went. After you stepped out of them, he gently pushed you back onto the bed and kissed his way back up on the inside of your legs, pausing to tickle you behind the knees.

“And there it is,” he smiled, remembering that was a particularly sensitive spot for you.

When his tongue ran along your slit, a pleased sound escaped his lips.

He picked up his head and said, “Baby, you are so wet for me. I love it.”

He dove back between your legs and pushed up your hood with his fingers while he sucked on your clit. You cried out. He slipped two fingers inside of you and curved them forward. You writhed on the bed, but just as you were about to climax, he stopped licking. You whimpered.

“It will be worth the wait,” he promised. “Get on your knees.”

He was so hard when he entered you. His cock hit your g-spot. His hands grabbed your breasts, and he held on as he plunged into you. He hummed and rocked his hips to the same rhythm. His hands slid down your body. He used one to balance himself, while the other pressed on your love button.

“Now,” he ordered. “Come all over my cock, Y/n.”

Topher’s touch and dirty words made you explode like never before. You lost your balance. Your head dropped forward onto a pillow. He held your hips tight while he ejaculated into you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every drop. He held still for a moment before pulling out and flopping on to the bed next to you. You stretched out on your belly and turned your face toward him. He ran his finger along your jaw and leaned in for a kiss.

“That was incredible. You are so beautiful. Even more than you are in my memories or my fantasies," he confessed, pushing your hair off of your face.

Topher laid on his back, stretching out both arms, making room for you to snuggle into him. You draped one leg over both of his thighs and ran your fingers through his curly chest hair. He kissed the top of your head. You were sad and blissful at the same time. You knew you couldn't stay at the commune because you would never be able to share this gorgeous man. You also knew it would take at least a week to figure out your next move, and after a decade of misery, you deserved seven more nights of pleasure.

#schmigadoon smut #aaron tveit smut #Topher-Schmicago #Doorway to Where #Schmicago Smut

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cap-tveit-ed · 17 days

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Love this so much…but I would give up dinner 😂

Could you write something where Aaron spills coffee on someone in Bird & Branch and goes back to her hotel so he can take her dress to be dry cleaned ?

HIII!! this one took me a while BUTTTTT i finally got it done. im really proud of it, enjoy!! 💗💗😭

‘COFFEE’

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Love at first sight isn’t real. Or, that’s what you thought up until today.

Walking to the Bird & Branch, you take in the beautiful weather and pleasant temperature in New York City. You wander into the coffee shop, seeking a quiet setting to finish some paperwork. After ordering a drink, you find a seat and begin to work.

After a while, you notice a man walking in alone. He orders coffee and sits at the table next to you. The man has a kind face and a focused demeanor as he settles in with his laptop. He smiles softly at you before returning to his work. You glance back at him before resuming yours, but you can't shake the feeling that there's something special about him.

Lost in your thoughts and the clicking of the keys, you barely notice when he stands up. Suddenly, you're jolted back to reality as his coffee cup slips from his hand, spilling its contents all over your dress.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" he exclaims, frantically grabbing napkins to blot the spreading stain.

"It's okay, really," you sigh, closing your laptop and preparing to head out.

Before you leave, he gently grabs your arm. "No, it's not okay," he insists, his eyes full of sincerity. "Please, let me make it up to you. I'll get your dress cleaned. I feel terrible."

You hesitate, but something in his voice tells you he genuinely means it. "Alright," you concede. "But I have dinner plans in a couple of hours, so it needs to be quick."

"Of course," he nods. "I'm Aaron, by the way."

"Y/N," you reply, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"So, Y/N," he starts as you both walk out of the coffee shop, "what brings you to New York?"

You perk up at his interest. His bright blue eyes have a sparkle that others usually lack. "I go to NYU. I was studying for my finals when you decided to spill coffee on me," you giggle.

"Yeah, sorry about that," he laughs.

"What about you?" you ask. "What do you do in New York?"

He hesitates for a moment before responding, a hint of apprehension in his voice. "I'm actually in a show on Broadway right now."

You stop in your tracks, laughing in disbelief. "What? Are you serious?"

He scratches his head. "Yeah. Crazy, right?"

An insane thought suddenly pops into your head. "Aaron?" you turn to him, "what's your last name?"

He sighs, putting his hands in his pockets. "Tveit."

Your heart drops. "Holy shit. Like Aaron Tveit?"

He laughs, a bit relieved. "Yeah. Please don't freak out."

You take a deep breath. "No, it's okay. I don't really care," you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

Aaron laughs, clearly relieved. You both make your way to your hotel room. Once there, you unlock the door and step inside.

"Okay. I'm going to get changed. I'll be right back," you say, walking into the bathroom.

You shut the door, quickly getting undressed and putting on a clean dress. As you smooth out the fabric, you take a moment to gather your thoughts. Meeting Aaron Tveit feels surreal, but his genuine demeanor puts you at ease.

When you step back into the main room, Aaron is standing by the window, looking out at the cityscape. He turns when he hears you, smiling warmly. “That looks great on you,” he says.

“Thanks,” you reply, feeling a bit self-conscious but flattered. “So, how are we going to handle the dress?”

“Leave it to me,” he says, holding out his hand for the stained dress. “I know a place that does wonders with cleaning.”

You begin to hand over the stained dress, and your hands meet his. A spark of electricity seems to pass between you, and you both pause for a moment, caught in the connection.

Aaron’s eyes meet yours, and he smiles softly. “I’ll take good care of it,” he promises, his voice warm and sincere.

You nod, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. “Thanks, Aaron. I appreciate it.”

As you hand over the dress, your fingers linger for just a second longer. The moment stretches, and before you know it, Aaron leans in, closing the distance between you. Your lips meet in a soft, unexpected kiss, and the world around you seems to disappear.

When you finally pull away, both of you are slightly breathless. Your eyes lock, and before you can even process the moment, Aaron leans in again, this time with more intensity. His lips capture yours in a deep, passionate kiss, and you respond with equal fervor.

The kiss grows more urgent, and you find yourselves moving closer together, bodies pressed against each other.

Aaron's hand cups the back of your head, while your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer. The world outside seems to vanish as the kiss deepens, becoming a whirlwind of emotion and desire.

Aaron breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Y/N,”

"Aaron," you respond, your voice breathless.

With a mutual understanding, you both move towards the bed, the room charged with an electric intensity. As you fall back onto the bed, Aaron's hands are already working on the buttons of your dress, and your hands are eager to explore the contours of his body.

Aaron's fingers deftly work on the buttons of your dress as he guides you back onto the bed. His lips meet yours in a passionate, heated kiss, all urgency and desire. Your hands roam his strong, muscular frame, reveling in the feel of him.

Aaron breaks the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "Mmm, you feel so good," he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and husky with arousal.

His large hands slide up your thighs, pushing your dress higher as he settles himself between your legs. His blue eyes, darkened with lust, lock with yours as he slowly, teasingly drags your dress up over your hips. "Gorgeous," he breathes, his gaze drinking you in hungrily.

Leaning down, he captures your lips again in a searing kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth to tangle sensually with yours. His hands slide up your sides, fingers tracing the curves of your body as he presses himself against you, his growing arousal evident.

Aaron's lips trail down your neck as his hands caress your soft skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

His fingers tug at the zipper of your dress, slowly revealing more of your figure.

Pressing his hips against yours, he kisses you deeply, passionately. His hands roam your body, memorizing every curve. "Tell me what you want, Y/N," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

“You. I want you, Aaron,” you confess.

Aaron's eyes light up at your words, a sensual smile spreading across his lips. "Then you have me," he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise.

His strong hands slide slowly down your sides, caressing your curves. Leaning in, he captures your lips in a searing, possessive kiss. His touch is electric, setting your skin aflame with desire.

Aaron's kisses trail a path down your neck, eliciting soft gasps from you. "I want to worship every inch of you," he breathes against your skin, his hands deftly unfastening the buttons of your dress.

As the fabric parts, exposing more of your body to his hungry gaze, Aaron lets out a low, appreciative groan. "So perfect," he whispers, reverently tracing the lines of your figure.

His mouth claims yours once more, the kiss deep and passionate. Aaron's hands roam your back, pulling you flush against his lean, muscular frame. You can feel the thrum of his heartbeat, the intensity of his need for you.

You moan, your arousal growing with every second. “Please, fuck me,”

Aaron's eyes darken with raw desire at your words. "As you wish," he growls, his voice thick with lust.

He captures your lips in a searing, claiming kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth with urgency. His strong hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as he grinds his growing arousal against you.

Pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, Aaron hooks his fingers into the waistband of your dress. "I want to see all of you," he murmurs, slowly dragging the fabric down over your shoulders. His gaze rakes hungrily over your exposed skin, drinking you in.

With a swiftness that steals your breath, Aaron rolls you both over, pinning you beneath him. "You are perfection," he declares, his calloused palms caressing your bare flesh reverently.

Then, without warning, he surges forward, crushing his lips to yours in a bruising, claiming kiss. His hips grind against yours, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Aaron's eyes gleam with feral hunger as he positions himself at your entrance. With a slow, agonizing thrust, he sinks into you, filling you completely. You gasp at the delicious stretch and fullness.

"Ah, Y/N," he growls, his voice dripping with carnal delight. "You feel so good...so tight and perfect around me."

He pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust, his hands caressing your sides reverently. Then, with a low groan, he begins to move - slow, deep strokes that have you arching and trembling beneath him.

Aaron's pace quickens, his hips snapping against yours with growing urgency.

"Yes," he hisses, his eyes hooded with bliss. "Take me, Y/N. Let me feel you."

His mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. The world fades away, replaced by the electric connection between your bodies, the sounds of your mingling gasps and moans.

“God, Aaron!” You scream.

Aaron's eyes darken with lust at your cry. "That's it, say my name," he rasps, thrusting into you with renewed fervor. His hips piston against yours, the slick sounds of your bodies joining driving him wild with desire.

"You feel so fucking good," he growls, lavishing your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. "I want to hear you scream for me, Y/N."

His calloused hands grip your hips, angling you to take him deeper. Aaron's pace becomes frantic, primal - the need to claim you, to make you his, overwhelming.

"Come for me," he demands, his voice strained with impending release. "Let go, Y/N. I want to feel you shatter around me."

Aaron's hips stutter as you clench around him, your body trembling with the force of your release.

"Fuck, yes," he grunts, his fingers digging into your skin as he rides out your orgasm.

With a strangled cry, he follows you over the edge, his rhythm becoming erratic as he spills himself deep inside you. Aaron collapses atop you, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That was...incredible," he murmurs, placing tender kisses along your jaw.

Slowly, he pulls out, rolling to the side and gathering you into his arms. He gazes at you with pure adoration, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice soft and full of wonder.

Aaron's fingers trace idle patterns on your skin as he holds you close, a contented smile playing on his lips.

"I could stay like this forever," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Me too, Aaron,” you giggle. “But I really need to get to dinner.”

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More than One Way to Win the Ring Toss

Danny Bailey x Reader

You grew up in Schmigadoon, and from the time you were 12, you thought Danny Bailey was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. The more Mildred Layton warned your mother to keep you far away from him, the more you wanted him, but you could never meet his gaze, even as he helped you onto the carousel, as he’d done so many times over the past 7 years.

“Up you go, Little Lady,” Danny said with his dazzling smile.

You held his hand as you lifted up into the stirrup, but your foot slipped, and you fell with your back against his chest. He grabbed you around the waist to keep you standing, but his touch made you weak in the knees. Before you could fall again, he scooped you up and set you on a nearby bench.

“Whoa! Maybe you better sit this one out, darlin’.”

You blushed and nodded, but you still wouldn’t look directly at him. He got down on one knee, forcing you to focus on him. His eyes were the brightest shade of blue. You looked flushed, and he reached up to feel your forehead.

“Want me to call for Doc Lopez?” Danny asked you.

You stammered, “I’ll be fine. Thanks. It’s just warm is all.”

Still kneeling in front of you, he unbuttoned your mint green cardigan, and the backs of his hands brushed against your breasts. Your nipples hardened, which he couldn’t fail to notice through your white sundress. He smirked.

“I’ll fetch you some water before I start the ride, Miss…?”

“Oh, sorry,” you said as you tucked your honey colored hair behind your ear. “I’m (y/n).”

“Well, Miss (y/n), I’m Danny, Danny Bailey. Pleased to meet you, officially,” he said as he untucked your hair and winked.

He balanced by grabbing your thigh as he stood. You creamed your panties.

Danny sang along with the carousel music, and he gave you a little wave on every rotation. Another queue formed, and you admired his perfect ass while he ran the ride a second time. When it finished, he shut the music off and came to sit by you.

“How you feeling, pretty girl? Do you think you’re comin’ down with something?”

You wanted to answer “Yes, lust.” But your shyness stopped you, and you shook your head no.

“Carnival is closin’, but if you want one more ride, I have an idea,” Danny said, and reached to stroke the side of your face. “Whaddya say, Kid? Interested?”

“More than you know,” you surprised yourself by answering and staring into his eyes.

Danny shut the carousel down, then came and took your hand. He hummed as he led you to the Tunnel of Love. Danny lifted you up onto the deck from below.

“Rosebuds, huh, (y/n). Why am I not surprised?!”He said referring to your panties, causing you to blush again. He helped you balance as you stepped into the swan, and said, “This can be real relaxin’ if you ride alone.”

“But I don’t want to ride alone,” you said.

Danny hopped in the swan, put his arm around you and said, “(y/n), I’ve seen you many times, but you never talk to me, unless you ring me up at the general store.”

You couldn’t believe he knew where you worked and replied, “I didn’t think you would want to talk to the likes of me.”

“A lovely face with a gorgeous body. Yeah, I’d like to talk. I’d like to do more than talkin,” Danny said as he leaned in for a kiss.

Danny’s tongue grazed your lips, and you immediately opened your mouth for him. You’d kissed boys before, but it was never warm and wonderful like this. You were disappointed when the ride was over much too quickly.

“Care for a second round? And maybe a third,” he asked as he trailed a finger from your lips down to your cleavage.

“Yes,” you answered breathlessly.

He smiled, and as you rounded the curve into the tunnel, he unbuttoned the top your dress and fondled your breasts.

“You been kissed by a fella before, (y/n)?”

You nodded.

“You been kissed here?” Danny asked as the pads of his thumbs tickled your nipples.

You shook your head no.

“May I?” he asked as he brought his mouth to your breast, kissing and sucking.

He alternated sides, using his fingers to roll your nipple on the breast that wasn’t in his mouth. You squealed with delight. This was heaven to you, but you felt the night air which meant the ride ended again. He made no attempt to get out, and the swan lurched forward. His hand was on your knee, but with the jolt, it slipped up between your legs.

“May I?”he asked again, and you nodded, unsure of what he wanted, but you would let him do anything.

His finger traced your panties, and he feigned shock as he said, “Well, well, Little Lady, these are all wet. We may need to take them off.”

He tugged at the elastic, and you lifted your hips to assist. He rubbed your slit. Using two fingers he put pressure on either side of your clit.

“Mmmmm,” you uttered and wiggled a little.

“Like that, huh?! May I?” he asked a third time, and his finger penetrated you.

He groaned at how wet you were and placed your hand on his crotch. He moaned as you palmed him, and his mouth claimed yours again. He started pumping his fingers rapidly, massaging your g-spot, and the ride stopped again. You whined.

He chuckled and whispered in your ear, “My place is right over there.”

You slipped your sweater over your open dress. He picked your panties up off the seat and twirled them around his finger, laughing seductively. He opened the red doors to his flat behind the fun house and kissed you as you both walked inside. He led you over to an old love seat and sat you down. Rather sit next to you, he knelt between your legs and flipped up the skirt of your dress.

“I’m guessin’ no one ever kissed you here,” he said touching your clit with one hand while removing his cap with the other and running his hand through his luxurious hair.

“Oh my gosh, no!”

He didn’t ask permission this time. He just put your legs over his shoulders. He paused to inhale your scent, then leaned forward and licked. You never knew such pleasure. You didn’t recognize the noises you were making, and the louder you were, the more intensely he ate. Just when you thought you couldn’t stand it anymore, he moved his mouth to suck on your clit and pushed two fingers into you. You squirmed in ecstasy.

“Feed me, Baby,” he said looking up at you with those eyes. He put your legs down and pulled his turtleneck over his head.

You didn’t understand and frowned. He spread your legs wide against the seat and said, “I want you to come in my mouth. Let yourself go, (y/n).”

He leaned back in and put his tongue inside you as his thumb pressed your clit, and suddenly, you understood what he meant. You started repeating his name over and over, as your fingers ran through his hair. You felt the convulsions as your juices filled his mouth. The pleasure came over you in waves, and he held your legs tightly in place. Once you stopped shaking, he sat back and looked up at you, quite pleased with himself.

“You taste delicious,” he told you, as he stood and pulled you up by your arms, placing them around his neck and kissing you so you could taste yourself.

He removed his pants And you could see the bulge of his cock pressing against his briefs and then he took them off. He told you to remove your dress. He lay down on his bed and put his hands behind his head as he leaned against the star patterned pillow wearing only his white tank undershirt. His arm muscles flexed, and his magnificent cock stood straight up in the air. Your mouth fell open at how large it was, and he grinned.

“Well Little Lady, you can use your mouth or your pussy. There is more than one way to win this ring toss.”

You decided to use both.

(Tumblr congratulated me on my 1 year anniversary, and I had not posted anything in a year. Then I read this https://www.tumblr.com/princessleprechaunnn/749224120271732736/it-is-a-crime-for-the-lack-of-danny-bailey-x and decided to try writing fan fiction. Thanks for the inspiration Princess Lepechaunn. And thank you all for reading.)

#Schmigadoon smut #Danny Bailey #you can’t tame me #aaron tveit smut

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