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smutty-ki113r · 2 months

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Passing Autumn Nights

[Proxies (Toby, Masky, Hoodie) X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: also known as the 'fuck me i just miss autumn' fic and LOVE writing slice of life things.]

[1356 words <3]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Moments like these never last forever. Fleeting, careless, and bittersweet, they remind you of a time long, long passed. The moon is rising and a chill runs through the air. It oddly warms you and reminds you of friends that pass in and out of your life just as freely, though in your past life it might have caused you minor concern.

You sit on the hood of this stupid car Toby stole. It’s sporting a giant dent in the side, and some of the paint near the tires is rusting but it’s taken care of the four of you so far. In your hand is a pack of cigarettes. You don’t smoke. You tried it once and hated it, coughing up like a crude imitation of a dragon lighting up your first attempt, and never tried again after that. They’re actually Tim’s; he wants you to hold them to help kick his habit.

Brian says it’s a sign he’s trusting you more and more. After all, no one knows Tim like him, and you trust your right hand’s judgment.

Laying in the back seat is Brian himself. His forearm is over his eyes to shield them from the harsh overhead lights in the parking lot. He smells like pine, the woods, a bit of whiskey but not too much. He’s got his back windows rolled down as he waits with you for Toby and Tim to finish whatever the hell they’re doing inside the grocery store. You all needed some cash, and Tim has ways of getting it without any suspicion raised. Whole registers, wallets, purses, things lifted without so much as a smile on his face and an oddly friendly, ‘have a nice day’ in response.

In your hands, you play with the lighter Tim also left with you. You flick it a few times before finally hearing your right hand’s voice.

“Leave it,” he hums tiredly, not bothering to move his forearm from his closed eyes. “Thing’s low enough.”

You smile softly and cap it before resting it back in your jacket pocket. For a mid October day, it’s only a little cold, which is surprising. You expected it to be chillier. Or maybe that’s just your proxy blood telling you to not register cold the way a human might. There’s scrapes all over your body, some from missions, others from training, only one from The Operator himself. You trace over the heated mark on your clothed thigh and internally wince, remembering when you upset him. “Sorry,” you apologize half heartedly as you run your thumb in slow circles over the smooth box of cigarettes. “Just get antsy waiting.”

Brian hums again in response as if to ask ‘why’, but makes no further move to press. He just smiles slightly in response to your presence. “You can always ask them how they’re doing,” he says. When you glance over your shoulder to peer at him through the windshield, he tapes at his temple. Head talk, of course.

You squint a bit across the parking lot and feel a small bout of relief wash through your system as Tim and Toby step out of the store, bags in hand from legitimate purchases, and well, you can feel the things they acquired outside of legal bounds. “No need to,” you say in response to Brian.

“Get off the hood,” Tim chides you slightly, but he makes no further move to disturb you. It’s said much like an older brother would to a pesky younger sibling.

In solidarity, and out of a love for annoying his leader, Toby haphazardly opens the trunk of the car, tosses the bags inside which earns a scowl from Tim, and then bounds over to sit on the hood with you. He leans back a bit, resting his tired body alongside yours. “Kinda crowded in there,” he says to you, knowing you’re curious about how it all went. “Bit too crowded for a Thursday at 8pm,” he muses further. He runs his fingers through his chopped brown hair, gazing at the night sky. The moon has always captivated him. Reminds him of simpler times. He likes autumn just as much as you do, and this feels like the best it’s going to get.

“What took you guys so long, then?” You inquire as you and Toby listen with half attention to Brian and Tim’s conversation. Something about future work, run of the mill proxy lifestyle things.

Toby rummages around in his pockets and pulls out a handful of dum dum lollipops he lifted. He gives you a toothy grin and nods for you to pick a flavor before he settles on blue raspberry after you’ve chosen. He crinkles the wrapper, shoves it in his pocket and then holds his hand out for you to give him your wrapper as well. He pops the sweet thing in his mouth and savors the taste before shrugging a bit, “you know Tim. That’s how it always is.” He smiles when Tim taps the windshield in slight annoyance.

“C’mon, get back in the car. We got somewhere to go,” Tim says as he starts the car up. Either you two get in, or he’s driving with you two strapped to the top of the car.

“Shotgun-!”

“Sh-oh come on,” Toby sighs in defeat as you snicker in triumph and slide off the hood of the car. You pat his shoulder and then round your way to the passenger seat, settling in and feeling oddly warmer despite not registering you were cold to begin with. You watch as Toby slouches his way to the backseat with Brian, who at first, does not want to move for the former runt. When Toby shoves him, Brian only laughs and tells him to ‘not get your panties in a bunch’.

“So, where are we going?” You ask as Tim puts the car in drive and smoothly leaves the parking lot. You’re always surprised at the places proxies end up. Right now, you’re in southern Illinois right around Ruth’s hometown. You wouldn’t tell her, but you visited her family’s farm and left a small gift. She would say it’s far too much, and even dangerous for proxy influence to be near her folks and younger siblings but The Operator’s always been fond of her. He wouldn’t hurt them. Not while she performs beautifully for him.

Tim props his left arm up on the sill of the car window, resting his head there as he drives with one hand. He’s very relaxed, preferring driving at night as opposed to dealing with everyone else when the sun is out shining. He won’t admit it either, but he loves autumn nights like these too. He watches the lights of the town start to fade as you head further south. “Stopping in a small proxy town, meeting with EJ, then Jeff is gonna tag along. Something about… a farm? Lotta farms lately,” he chuckles tiredly. “It’s kinda perfect for Halloween - I’ve never seen The Operator so fascinated with a witch before. So, that. He said he wanted us with those two, and we’ll get further directions once we’re at said farm.”

Brian clears his throat and adjusts his posture so he’s sitting up. “That farm gonna have pumpkins?” He asks. It’s surprisingly out of character for your right hand, arguably one of the most brutal proxies in your team.

Tim shrugs. “Fuck if I know.”

You laugh softly, “why? You wanna carve some?”

Some part of Brian’s old world personality shines through. His smile, the crinkle in his eyes despite him being older and no longer a college student but a weathered, jaded proxy is visible as he nods slightly. “Yeah,” he sniffs slightly, gaze now falling out the window at the orange, red and yellow trees visible from the car’s headlights as you pass, only to see them disappear as the four of you roll through. “Always liked autumn,” he says.

There’s that warm, gentle feeling again. You focus on your lollipop, feeling the presence of something mulled and sweet. This is as good as it’s gonna get.

“Yeah,” a pause, “me too.”

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smutty-ki113r · 4 months

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📸 Paparazzi 📸 || Jeff the Killer

NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- exhibitionism, stalker reader, triggering topics, biting, creampie, minors—dni (4.5k)

Inspired by: Lady Gaga and Kim Dracula

It started out as a harmless crush, just reading fan fictions and looking up fan art, you read his story over and over again. Once you saw those news reports everything started coming together. This was no coincidence, it was meant to be.

You became even more interested, scouring the internet for a real picture of his face. It came to a point where the scales of balance tipped, and you couldn’t get enough, you craved him, you needed him, you were lovesick and obsessed, with Jeff the Killer.

The feelings got stronger with every passing day, knowing he was in your city, breaking into houses right next to yours and leaving smiles on the peoples faces. You hoped and prayed he would come to yours next, then maybe his gorgeous face would be the last thing you saw before you died.

Staying awake for hours, not being able to sleep at the thought of him. Touching yourself to a wild imagination of him holding a knife to your throat and telling you to cum for him, to please him.

You became impatient, it felt like he was everywhere except with you. It was extremely dangerous, but you started going out at night. You didn’t care, the only thing that mattered was seeing him, being with him. During midnight and ghost hours, hiding behind a dark alley and waiting.

The first time you saw him it was like your heart caught fire in your chest, you had to bite your lip and hold the wall to stop your knees from going weak. How he didn’t sense you was a mystery, perhaps you blended in well with the background, or he was too focused on his next victim.

You started following him back, technically it wasn’t following, you were just walking behind him, very close behind, to wherever he was staying. Standing outside his house and breathing heavy while you held steadily at his walls. Watching him clean his knives and pace around, planning on who next to be his victim when he, was yours.

Every night, you were there by his side when he broke into those houses, you sat back and watched him emerge covered in blood. And he was so handsome you could only fall faster and harder in love.

Tagging along afterwords just praying for a glimpse of him in the shower, or at least like when he came out with his long black hair slicked back and his towel loose at his v line, just barely showing his happy trail. The sight of him like that did things to you, you felt a heat pulse between your legs and you had to look away to contain yourself.

Sometimes you would catch him stroking himself, it almost felt too private to be intruding upon… almost. You wouldn’t help it though, your eyes were glued to his fat cock while he jerked himself off. A rough guttural moan falling from his lips that made you bite your lip to restrain yours.

If only he noticed you, his most devoted follower. He would’nt have to do this all alone. No other person was willing to be this close to him, to approach him, they were all too scared, but not you. You were different. You were perfect for him, there was no one else. You needed him, it wasn’t just a craving, you had to have him, you wouldn’t stop until he was yours. You would destroy anyone who tried to take him from you.

You kept him company even though he didn’t know you were there. That didn’t matter. It was a simple matter of your presence. The both of you shared moments together, intimate ones too.

Seeing him speed up and throw his head back, his long dark hair falling beautifully and his gaze focused on the ceiling. You would reach down to touch yourself too, and you felt so connected to him. Even if he didn’t understand, you did.

There was nobody else that could please him like you could, you imagined it was your hand instead of his wrapped around his girth, coaxing him to an orgasm while moaning your name instead of incoherent grumbles.

When he would nap you would watch him too, you would be so concentrated on him, trying to silently enchant his dreams with thoughts of you. On the nights it was cold your breath would stain the window in whispy clouds of white, and you would draw hearts with his name and yours before they would fade away with the morning light.

Jeff really was beautiful, you couldn’t stop staring at him either. In the moments where you were apart you would read his story over and over again. Every detail, every bit of information, it just proved that he was meant for you, and you were meant for him, You knew he was on the prowl, but you were one step ahead. For once, the prey was hunting the predator.

That’s how you got to this point, just another evening of standing to the side and letting the killer do away with some insignificant fucks. You were in an ally again, in the dark, with a black hood to match his white one, leaned against some post and gripping it tightly as you waited for him to come out.

It must have been fate that he decided to find his way back from the very ally you were stored away in. You must have glanced away for a moment while he slipped out silently, walking the streets until he stopped. Both of you frozen for a moment while your eyes met, finally.

You held your breath, he too almost stepped back, but it wasnt in his nature. He was on the offensive, taking off at a sprint towards you. His vision tunnel as he started closing in on you. In a reaction, a fear of him finding you, you ran too. Terrified but not of him, of him finding out how you felt.

It was like a schoolgirl crush, with those same butterflies and that same fantasy, except there was no room for rejection. He had to be yours, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Trying to escape him and not let him see your face was a feeble attempt, the seasoned killer had much more experience hunting than you did.

Your heart banging against your rib cage wildly as you ran away, it was adrenaline, it was love. You couldn’t be hidden forever, he was bound to find out about you eventually.

Breath shortening as he gained on you, catching you at the end of the ally and holding you tight against the wall, your cheek pressing to the brick. A knife to your neck from behind and a hand around your abdomen to restrain your movements. His breath was heavy in your ear and you could feel the heat on your face, you were so close to eachother, you bit your lip as he searched you for weapons.

Quickly he turned you to face him, his wide lidless eyes practically burning into yours as he watched you. His chest rising and falling quickly from the sprint, he was so tall, towering over you and caging you in. You had never been more attracted to someone, there was so much tension here even if there was a crazy look in his eyes and a blade to your jugular.

Time and time again you would imagine how you two would meet, what you would say and how you would approach him, tell him you loved him, tell him you were meant to be, and if you couldn’t have him, nobody could.

You never thought it would be here, at the dead end of a dark alley with only a stray street lamp illuminating the scene from a distance. The night chilly and eerie, his chest all up against yours, his face inches from yours after tracking you down, the potential of being his next victim.

“Who are you” he finally hissed, trying to profile you because you didn’t look like no cop, or a PI. He saw that you were dressed similar to him, almost like a mirror, and once he looked deep enough into your eyes he had a sharp moment of realization. He recognized those eyes, he turned even more offensive.

The sharp side of his knife practically choking you as he asked again, “why the fuck have you been following me?” He growled, his grip on your arm tightening. You were in shock almost, being so close to the man you loved for the first time there was practically hearts in your eyes.

“Who are you?” He repeated, and your lip was quivering, not from fear but from excitement. You had no choice, finally taking a gasped breath and revealing your identity to him, leaving out the very fact of why you were following him.

It didn’t take much for him to figure that out either, with the way you looked at him, your gaze was riddled with obsession. He knew that look, from when he looked in his reflection. You didn’t even have to say anything, your body language was enough. How you leaned into his knife, not a fiber of fear in your body, the little whimper of need you let slip when he moved against you.

“And why were you following me huh? Out with it you bitch” he spat, seeing what he could squeeze out of you. But you were so far gone, his touch was sending you to heaven, and fuck you were so turned on it was difficult to keep your head straight around him.

“Because” you whispered, “because Jeff” you started, losing your voice and not knowing how to explain yourself. You eyed his lips, which pulled in some sort of scowl. But he followed your gaze, he knew what you wanted.

You felt your cunt throb with desire, your head littered with thoughts of him taking you in every position, his body intertwining with yours. Finally consummating the relationship you knew you had, deep down. You were so distracted by him your lip fell open, the words just slipped out. “Because I need you”

Now if Jeff was any normal person he would have probably been extremely alarmed, he would have called you a fangirl, but this was different. You didn’t do this for attention, you had been so quiet he didn’t even notice. You didn’t make yourself known, he had found you.

It was like an act of admiration to him, and while he prefered to work alone, you intrigued him. Most people feared him but not you, you needed him. His demeanor shifted, and his smile widened, this was leverage.

It was strange to find someone else as dedicated as himself, someone who went for what they wanted regardless of what others thought, regardless of the danger of the situation. And Jeff was pure danger.

You had subjected yourself to the belly of the beast for weeks just because you liked him, and you had to have him. The fact that you were like him in that sense, it turned him on.

“Oh? You need me?” He lightly teased, his hand now running up to grip your throat, make you weak at the knees. “You needed me so bad you decided to follow me?” He hissed, reprimanding you for being so stupid, tsking his tongue at the simple fact that you were so pathetic, so willing to seek him anywhere and everywhere.

A slight whimper escaped your lips at how warm the space between you two was. “What were you doing hm?” He pressed, “were you watching me?” His tone was low and grave, like teasing you in your ear, all you could do was take it.

“I’m sorry” you squeaked, “I couldn’t- I couldn’t stop myself” you tried to defend yourself in this corner he had backed you into. “Couldn’t resist” you panted, squeezing your thighs together as his touch traveled from your neck to your side, to your hip.

It seemed like he was reprimanding you but in reality he was playing with you, playing his favorite game, teasing his next victim.

“Oh you couldn’t resist then” he shrugged, putting his knife away and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “so you resorted to watching me is that it?” You felt your back brush up against the wall, you arched into him, desperate for his hands on you. “Watching me at home? Watching me get off?” He hissed, to which you tried to mutter out another apology.

“Shut the fuck up, you and I both know you’re not sorry” he said with a light laugh. “You liked seeing me jerk off didn’t you?” He chuckled, “I bet you were imagining being the one touching me instead” he said softly. “Isn’t that right perv?”

He squeezed you again, at his hands you faltered and nodded. His lips twitched up at how receptive you were being, so obedient. Jeff was starting to quite like this interaction, you weren’t what he expected and he liked being surprised by pretty things like you.

“So you admit it?” He asked, and you nodded, your expression sensitive to everything he was saying. Absentmindedly his hands trailed your body, pretending it was nothing Jeff continued his interrogation, wanting you to be fully focused on him.

“Did you touch yourself?” He asked, his tone light. His hands dipping in your panties to rub at your cunt and then slip them to the side.

“Yes- y-yes” you said, more like a plead than a response.

“Yeah I can see that” he teased, his expression now more smug than violent “you’re wet”. He wanted to punish you for thinking you could one up him, the greatest killer of all time. But just killing you wouldn’t be doing anything, besides he was having so much more fun making you squirm and melt under his touch.

“Did you make yourself go stupid on your fingers thinking of me?” He teased, to which you whined and bucked into his touch. He hissed and removed his touch just a bit, rubbing your clit in soft circles. “Impatient now are we?” He chuckled in your ear, “don’t be greedy”

He was quite fascinated with how bold you were following him, touching yourself when he could have discovered you? It sounded like something he would do. His fingers returned to your slit, rubbing up and down and pressing his middle finger in your hole and when you moaned he accompanied your noise with his own sarcastic and teasing “oooh”

You felt yourself gush on his fingers, especially when he went knuckle deep in your cunt, thrusting in and out languidly and curling them inside of you, his figure towering over yours and his gaze on yours lustful. This was your dream come true, almost like as if it was a scene you might read.

“That feel good?” He asked, hearing a breathy groan in response he chuckled, “yeah I bet it does”. He pressed another digit in and scissored his fingers, stretching you out just a bit. Jeff felt how tight you were and he too imagined pounding into your pussy, blood rushing south fast.

You managed to steal a glance down, his bulge outlined only by the slight light that illuminated the lewd act happening in that dark alleyway. “My eyes are up here” he said, pressing deeper into you and forcing you to meet his gaze again.

“Trying to catch a peek again perv?” he teased, leaning to whisper in your ear. “Hoping I’ll fuck your throat or pretty pussy don’t you?” His breath was hot and ticklish on your neck, giving you goosebumps. His lips finally met you, but with a deep bite that made you cry out in pain. He covered the mark with a kiss, just a mark for you to admire later.

Jeff felt you drip at his actions, just as he expected. “Sick fuck” he mused, “you like it when I make you mine” he spoke, knowing exactly what it was you wanted. “Oh don’t you worry, I’ll make you mine” he said, a certain air of possessiveness.

“Please” you begged, looking up at him and pleading for him. You were so willing to satisfy him, who was he to refuse.

“If you insist” he said with a smirk, pulling his fingers out to taste you, groaning at the taste. The serial killer held you with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other, his belt jingling as he undid it. Motioning for you to get on your knees while he pulled out his girthy cock.

He was so thick, you gulped wondering how he would fit in your pussy. Eyeing him hungrily as you opened your mouth and waiting for him to fuck it till he came. Jeff liked seeing you below him like this, eyes wide and expecting. “Stick out your tongue for me”

You did just as he instructed, to which he slapped his cock on the tip, flashing his teeth in a grin at the position he put you in. It was so embarrassing, your cheeks burning with a wild blush at the way he was manhandling you.

“Thats a good little stalker” he purred, “wrap your lips around the tip” he instructed, “suck”.

You took him in just as he wanted, you could hardly keep your hands off him too, once he gave you the green light you held at his thighs. Sucking and using your tongue to please him but just the edge, staying just where he wanted.

He chuckled at the sight and being a sadistic fuck he rolled his hips forward, making you take all of him in your mouth, he filled you up and made you gag. “Just like that” he praised, to which you couldn’t stop, desperate to please him and hear him tell you more pretty things like that. “Making me feel so good”

You moaned around his girthy dick and tried your best to keep eye contact even though he was so large that every time he thrusted in you felt your eyes start to water.

Even through he was abusing your throat you were enjoying it, his words were like music to your ears. You were willing to do anything to please him. “Sexy little thing” he muttered, his balls slapping against your chin, your nose scrunched up against his abdomen. Your hands running up to hold him there, to feel his defined abs when he let out a strained breath.

Cunt throbbing and dripping with the reminder of his fingers swirling your sweet spot and coaxing you to cum. “I love fucking your mouth” he panted, holding your face with both his hands and thrusting in, throwing his head back and giving you the most exquisite view of the man dominating you.

He turned down again, his long hair falling at his sides as he watched you; you felt yourself throb at the lustful glance he was throwing you. “You look so pretty with your mouth full” he said, to which you furrowed your brows and took him deeper, as deep as you could, letting a few tears slip.

Jeff was enjoying this, knowing you were too, and you would certainly adore what he had in mind next for you. “That’s right” he whispered seductively, his hand running through your hair to pull you closer to him. “Show me how good you can take me” he said, “prove that you deserve it”

He was egging you on, you had a certain determination about you when it came to him and so you took him deeper, cupping his balls and using your nails to trace his inner thighs sensitively. Jeff shivered at how you were making him feel, and his eyes burned into you, admiring the way you lapped around his length, drawing every vein and mapping out every piece of him.

“Fuck” he cursed, hearing you release him with a ‘pop’ and a kiss to his tip. He twitched in your hands, “come here” he growled, quickly picking you from the floor and turning you over. His hands impatient to push you against the wall again, one at your back and the other at your waist to pull your ass back on him.

He let you grind on him for a minute before he got too needy. His cock poking you from behind and making you burn with anticipation, you throbbed, crying out “Jeff oh god-“ whimpering at how his tip slid against your hole, he held his bottom lip with his teeth as he pressed it in.

Feeling you squeeze around him was like bliss, he gripped at your skin greedily while he pressed inch by inch into your sopping wet pussy. He was stretching you out so much it felt like he was splitting you in two, you whined out his name and held your palms against the brick to sustain yourself. “You’re so big” you whimpered.

You were thankful for his steady hand sustaining your core because your legs started to give out, he was so big. Filling you up with every roll of his hips and pressing into your most sensitive spots, your whole body on fire at the pleasure he was bringing you.

Your shoulders shrugged and your body pressed to his, your ass against his body. A big hand grabbing you and slapping you, his grip now at your hips to pull you back. He rasped out praises about how deliciously your pussy was tightening around his fat cock, in ways that were so unholy to mention.

The noises were so sinful by themselves, his balls clapping against you when he was hinted and the squelch of your cunt trying to milk him as he pulled out. It was so lewd you felt yourself give in to his desires, you stole a glance from behind your shoulder and fuck seeing him lost to your body and hearing his heavy breathy pants while he took you was driving you insane.

This was all you ever wanted, him filling you up and pleasuring himself, knowing that you were the one who was making him feel that way. “You’re so deep in me” you whispered, to which he gruffly responded.

“I’m gonna cum in you, give you what you deserve little slut” he said, “my own little slut” he growled, his nails digging into your skin and holding you to him once again, another arm wrapping under your breasts and letting your back touch his chest, his lips once again on your neck.

He kept leaving marks onto your skin, nibbles of possesiveness, his mumbles in your ear making you tighten around his girth as he split you open. Telling you things only you could hear, just between you and him. “My fuck toy” he said, “my pocket pussy”

You mewled for him and bounced your ass back on his cock as he fucked deep inside of you. His tip kissing your cervix and his girth molding into your squelchy walls. “Is this how you imagined it?” He asked, “with me pounding into this pretty tight pussy”

With a pant you smiled at him, “better” you sighed, every time he pressed all the way into you it sent a wave of pleasure to your core, heightening your senses and making your head fuzzy.

What you said was such an ego boost, and if Jeff liked anything, it was anyone stroking his ego. “Oh yeah?” He asked, his tone so low it resonated in you pussy, “You like feeling every inch of me as I put it in you?” He whispered in your ear.

“Yes yes yes-“ you panted, over and over again, your brows furrowing because he was coaxing you closer and closer to your orgasm, “please yes” you babbled, a pressure building in your abdomen with every stroke. You rasped “Oh fuck me”

“I am” he panted with a smirk you just knew was on his face, “how does it feel?” His thrusting got faster, the sounds were so obscene you almost sobbed. “To have your favorite person stroking your walls so deliciously”

You felt your eyes roll back and you were shaking, “so good” you whispered, “so fucking good Jeff” you told him. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to see the look on your face while he pounded you.

Instantly he turned you over and put you in a flamingo, holding your leg up and opening up your pussy so he could watch you pulse around nothing, your hole dripping and begging for him to fill you.

He groaned lowly when he finally was enveloped by your warmth again, his hand at your waist and another at your neck, his back hunched over, his gaze meeting yours. His lip open in a pant at how wonderfully you were gripping him like a vice. Foreheads pressed together in a sweat of passionate entanglement.

“Like that?” He asked, his sight trailing your body in his hands and down to where you were connected, he watched himself pull out and slide back in and he let out a moan at how sinful it was.

“Yes like that” you cried, your face contorting in pleasure, he was giving you so much gratification, so much delight. It was like all those nights you conducted a fantasy of him over you while you rubbed your clit. Except you could feel him this time, it was real, and his fingers were really playing with your pearl, rolling it around with his thumb.

“Do you like fucking your most devoted fan?” You asked, teasing him more than everything, unable to comprehend that he was actually inside of you.

He chuckled, “very much” he said, a real smile accompanying his scars. “I’m gonna pound into this pretty pussy till your legs give out” he promised, his thrusts speeding up once again to make those delectable sounds. “I’m gonna make you cream on my cock”

Jeff angled his hips up to get in your spongy spot, it pressured a breath out of you full of need and desire. “Oh jeff-“ you panted like a mantra, “you’re so deep in me- gonna make me cum”

Your lip trembled once again, he was quick to lean forward and capture it in between his teeth. “Do it whore” he whispered, “cum on me, I want to feel you milk me” he cooed.

That was all you needed to buck you hips forward and feel a pleasure unlike any before, your cunt pulsing around him and squeezing so hard he had to hilt, “I’m gonna give it to you” he promised, spilling inside of your dripping slutty hole as you squeezed every bit of him cum out of him.

He panted through his orgasm and through yours, you had to lean back against the wall, his hands sustaining you because your legs were shaking. “Thats a good slut” he praised.

Once he pulled out his cum leaked out of you and you burned in embarrassment, not meeting his eyes until he pulled your chin to look at him. “Now it’s my turn to stalk you perv” he teased, “I’ll follow you until you love me”

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