#...I like skimpy outfits alright
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Warnings — Angst & Fluff, Professor x Student relationship, reader feels inferior, implied smut, descriptions of sex, inappropriate touching (brief), degrading (brief), reader's jealous, Anakin has anger issues, word 'homicidal' mentioned, neglection, Anakin is slightly aggressive.
Word count — 2.3k
Notes — Another lovely request, loved it! I'm not too good at angst because anything that doesn't involve Anakin being head over heels for the reader makes my heart ache, whoops. Also, REAL sorry if somebody's name's Janette, I love the name but reader calls her a slut.
"Dismissed." Professor Skywalker tosses his glasses aside and leans back in his chair. A delicate frown is present between his eyebrows.
He hadn't looked at you once.
An hour-and-a-half-long lecture and not one stare at you. Not a glance at the outfit you so carefully picked for him; the absence of his touch was already unbearable, but the way he avoided your darting eyes broke your heart. You wanted him to look at you. To look at you the way he does at night.
You look at his hands, slender fingers gripping the chalk; they're supposed to be on you. Gripping your hips to push himself deeper into you, holding your wrists, caressing your waist, and kneading the delicate flesh of your thighs when he pushes them back over his broad shoulders... Why isn't he looking at you?
You stuff your books into your tote, zipping it up with a forceful pull, purposely creating an irritating sound in your last attempts to get his attention. You feel a disappointed twitch in your eyebrow when he remains seated, toying with his pen while staring down at somebody else's essay.
One of the students makes her way towards his desk, slipping him another report while batting her lashes in an attempt to ease his feelings about turning in late. She leans forward, pointing at something while trying to explain herself, a cover up to push her clevage to his eye level. He takes her paper and piles it up with all the other works, nodding at the little tease and sending her off with a comment about how he won't tolerate it ever again. You wonder if his pants get a little bit tighter at the sight of her too.
You leave last. You always do. Despite his obvious uninterest in entertaining your need for his attention, you give him one last chance.
"I'll pick you up at six." He mutters, still not looking at you.
Your silence obviously disturbs him; you don't greet his preposition with a smile and an eager puppy-like nod like you usually do.
"That's alright with you, darlin'?" He adds with a raspy voice, glancing in your direction.
Your heart sinks and insides flutter when the vibration of his tone reaches your ears. How can he do this to you? How can he pretend like you don't exist and then dare to offer his nighttime company? And yet, you want nothing else but to feel his lips all over your body again, even at the price of your dignity. You find enough self-respect to slam the door in his face.
With 6 p.m. approaching, you find yourself sitting at your vanity mirror and trying to decide if your body's mere worth is some cheap lip gloss and a skimpy dress for your professor to tear off as soon as he parks his black Chevy somewhere secluded enough.
Before you know it, he's outside your house. You watch him get out of his car, flicking the ashes of his cigarette onto the concrete and tossing the butt somewhere in the grass. He adjusts the collar of his shirt and knocks on your door.
You wait. Ten seconds, twenty, half a minute. Your heartbeat increases with each passing blink of time, and you're pretty sure he knows you're doing it on purpose. Eventually, you decide that you won't offer for him to come in. Grabbing your jacket and purse, you make your way out.
"Hi, love." He greets you with a smile, which is entirely different from how he's behaving during lectures. He's welcoming, almost sweet; maybe it's just a silly trick to make you crave his attention, thus allowing him to strip you off your panties quicker.
Anakin leans in to peck your cheek, which you dodge by turning around to lock your doors. He waits for the lock to click in place before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself against your back.
"You're mad. Why?" His lips brush over your clothed shoulder.
He can feel how your body quivers when you swallow a lump that's been in your throat since 8 a.m. You hate how loving he can be; you hate how he manipulates you with his touch, making you feel like you're more than just a naive student for him. You hate it, and you crave it. His hands are warm on your waist, and you can feel your cheeks getting hotter from the forming tears.
"Darlin'?" He kisses your pulse point gently, waiting for you to speak.
"Let's go." You blink the wetness off your eyelids and head towards his car. Your sides instantly shiver when they aren't shielded by his grip.
Anakin starts the car in silence, giving you an uncomfortable look at how you didn't even allow him to open the door for you. The engine roars to life, and he's about to drive off when he leans across your body.
"Seatbelt, darlin'." He doesn't wait for you to reach for it — he's already buckling you in.
"Why don't you look at me?" You begin speaking when he's out on the road.
"What do you mean, bunny? I am. You look gorgeous. Like every night." His hand leaves the gearstick and finds place on your knee, gently caressing the inside of your thigh.
"During lectures. You'd rather look at some slut like Janette instead of me." You cut him off, complaining about the unfairness of his actions.
"And you?" He laughs. Mockingly. "You are not a slut? Spreading your legs whenever I call you." His hand on your thigh glides up to brush against your panties. "But you like it when I call you that, don't you?"
He doesn't take you seriously at all. He is oblivious to the fact that his words claw a gaping hole in your chest, leaving your heart sore and lungs collapsing at the attempts to hold your pains. You push his hand off your core in a disgusted manner and shut your legs close.
"You're seriously mad at me?" He shifts gears, and you feel how the vehicle starts speeding, your body tensing in alertness.
You know he's not going to hurt you, not physically, and yet you can't stop shuddering. Your cheeks heat up once more, and this time there is no strength in you to stop the inevitable.
"I treat you well, don't I? Do you know how you'd be treated if I were somebody else?!" The highway is ending as he's taking a turn towards your usual spot of desire. His tone is increasing with every word.
"Drive me home!" You slap the panel, hysteria in your voice is present as thick tears drop onto your lap.
"You're not going anywhere!" He stops the car on the sidewalk, not making his full way into the forest. That's when he can finally see your mascara-stained cheeks.
Anakin groans at the sight; his fingers curl into fists as he pounds onto the steering wheel. "You're so fucking-" He groans again, trying to stop himself from saying something he'll regret later, and leans to rest his head, sighing deeply.
The car fills with your sobs and sniffles. You sit there, buckled up like a child who's been denied candy, and weep. Anakin lets out a sigh and frees himself from the seatbelt, clicking yours off too.
"Come here."
"No! I'm done doing this; I'm done letting you use me like I'm worthless!"
He sighs again, rubbing his face aggressively, trying his best to contain his anger and focus on how your whines are hurting his ears and heart.
"It's okay, come here, bunny." He places his hand on the back of your head and pulls you to lean on his shoulder. Pathetically, you wrap your arms around his neck and continue sobbing into his button-up. "There she is; come here." He grabs you by the waist and pulls, guiding you to climb out of your seat and onto his lap.
Unfortunately, his gesture only forces more tears. You rest your head on his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. He cradles your quivering body to his chest, one arm wrapped around your legs and the other keeping you in place by your back.
"Silly girl, you've ruined your make up." He wipes your cheeks with his sleeve, black ink staining the cotton. "I'd never force you, you know that? If you don't want to, you don't need to go with me, yeah?" His anger seems to be ceasing, and you wish your despair was too. His attempts to comfort you are bittersweet.
"You said I was the prettiest girl... You always say that; you touch me, you- you... How can you do this? Why don't I matter to you?" Words spill from your mouth; endless thoughts are rushing through your mind, and your tongue is unable to catch up with all of them. And his hands. His hands, his hands, his hands. His hands are holding you, caressing you, wiping away your tears, and it hurts, hurts, hurts so bad you want to tear his perfect face off his skull and drive his stupid Camaro into a lake.
"You are, you are the prettiest girl; you're the perfect girl, bunny, my perfect girl, okay? Of course you matter." He seems to be pretty unaware of your homicidal ideas because he keeps stroking your hair, trying to console you. "Of course you matter; look at me." He cups your cheek and forces you to face him.
"Why won't you look at me?" You manage to form a full sentence, uninterrupted by little sniffles.
"Well because..." He sighs. "You know it's not right. We can't have people know about us." His finger gently brushes a strand of your hair off your cheek. "You're my student. A good one at that; I wouldn't want anybody to think your A's are earned with your pretty little pussy." He chuckles at his crappy attempt to make you laugh.
"So you'd rather hurt me?" Your eyebrows furrow, and anger slowly replaces sadness at how naive he thinks you are. "What could a little glance give away? A little praise? A text message about my pretty clothes when nobody's looking?!" Anakin is getting a taste of his own medicine, feeling the exact same emotions you feel when he shouts at you for being sensitive.
"Well, that's the thing, darlin', somebody is always looking. I don't want to risk it; you have to understand..." He coos at you gently, his lips pressing against your cheeks. "You're such a sweet girl; I can't put you at risk, why don't you get it?"
You knew that it wasn't just you. He had to protect himself too; he was a well-respected professor, his career was great, he was loved, but... But still. Your little heart couldn't comprehend the fact that your love wasn't enough for him. That he didn't love you a bit more to show some affection that wouldn't involve an orgasm eventually.
"I just... I just want to feel like I matter..." You sniffle the last tears away; there is disappointment in your voice. You are aware that this relationship is not meant to go anywhere, and you wish he'd deny that. Even if deep down, you both would know it's a lie.
"You do, bunny, of course you do. Do you have any idea how it's hurting me too? To have you crying in my arms..." Anakin cradles you closer to himself. "I just wish you could be happy, sweet girl. I'm sorry I've done this to your heart, I'm sorry for ever laying my hands on you..." He kisses your cheek, trailing up to your temple, and sighs. "I'm so sorry, darlin'..."
You sit there in silence, the headlights of cars passing in the distance casting short flashes of light over you both. The car's getting colder, and Anakin tries his best to embrace you and keep your body warm.
"Let's get you home, bunny." He caresses the back of your head, touching it so delicately that you'd think you were made of porcelain. "You should get some rest."
Home? No. No, no no no. You don't want to go home. You want to stay. You want to be held, and you need his arms to caress you. You can't go home and rot in self-pity the whole night. You need him.
But you can't say that; the words are stuck in your throat, and you're pretty sure he wouldn't be able to understand the depth of your feelings. So you cling onto him, your arms squeeze his body impossibly close, as if doing that could close a wound that's open inside of you.
Anakin chuckles softly. "You don't want to go, do you?" He nuzzles his nose into your cheek and kisses it. "That's okay. I don't want to let go of you either. I just love holding you, precious."
"Can I stay with you?" You hesitantly whisper in the crook of his neck; his skin shivers under your lips.
"For the night?" He pulls away slightly to gaze into your eyes. Tomorrow's Saturday, and you can seriously see him considering bringing you home.
"I don't want to be alone."
He smiles warmly, his hand cups your cheek once again, and gently kisses your lips, lingering for a moment. "I was about to ask you." He smiles and pecks your forehead. You know he's lying, but he couldn't tell you no when your doe eyes stare at him pleadingly and the thought of you crying yourself to sleep stabs his heart.
"Let's go, bunny. Get you a milkshake, mmm? Then I'll cuddle my princess to sleep. I can't bear seeing your little heart ache." He urges you to move off his lap and back into your seat.
You can swear his hands were trembling ever so slightly when he put the key back into ignition and started the car. Maybe this time he'll love you in a way so the pleasure fills your heart instead.
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costume party
riddler x (sort of bimbo) reader part one
halloween fic
suggestive
“Edward”
Oh dear god. Oh no. Oh fuck.
You did not call him Edward unless he had truly fucked up. What was it now? Had all of his plans of eventually letting you in on knowing who he truly was gone awry? He froze in place, unable to move or even look in your direction, as if he had been plastered down onto the cushion of the loveseat in your shared apartment.
No. Impossible. It couldn’t be- he had done everything absolutely perfectly, everything falling into place just as it should have, slowly introducing the idea of him being more radicalized than he had let on when he first met you. It was going to be sublime. He realized that by now he had not responded to you for nearly a minute. Better late than never.
“Yes dear? Is everything alright?” He looked over his shoulder to see you behind him tapping your foot on the ground. Looking impatient, disappointed even. “Eddie, baby, what day is it?” His eyes swatted from you to the calendar on the fridge. October 26th.
“Uhhhh… the twenty-sixth?” You softened your gaze slightly, realizing he had no clue how close the upcoming holiday was. “Eddie, we have a costume party coming up on the twenty-ninth of this month. There's only three days left counting today to get our shit together and put together some costumes. We’re going costume shopping today and that’s final” You turned back into your shared bedroom to get ready for shopping without another word. Edward let out a heavy sign he didn’t realize he had been keeping in.
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The Halloween surplus store luckily wasn’t too bare bones for it being the end of October. A few shelves were sparingly stocked however most were full. Unfortunately for Eddie that just meant more for you to browse through and drag him into trying on. “Eddie, look at this! How cute! A playboy bunny costume! Isn’t it so pretty!” You showed him the vinyl wrapped costume package with a scantily clad woman with bunny ears on. He audibly gulped at the thought of having to share your presence with others while you wore that.
Even after having been together for over a year he still didn’t know how to respond to you in a situation like this. “It’s er- lovely sweetheart but don't you want these to be matching costumes? That means I’ll either have to be Hugh Hefner or a playboy bunny too, and I don’t know how I feel about having to wear that around some of your coworkers…” You took a moment to think on it, and placed the bagged costume back on its proper hook. “Good idea you’re so right! Plus Hugh Hefner is just ugh you know? I don’t want to think of you as a gross old guy” You went back to peruse some of the stocked costumes, taking your time to look through them carefully. “AHA! It’s so perfect, Eddie look! Look, look, look!” In your hands you held a skimpy little bo-peep costume, complete with thigh highs, a garter, and a baby pink shepherd's crook.
“So what do you think? Should I get it? That way you can be a cute little sheep and we’ll look perfect together! He nearly came in his work khakis at the thought of you, practically nude in that little get up and dragging him around the party like your sex slave. “Y-yes absolutely. I think you’ll look … so so pretty” You grinned and searched for a way to make him have a not too embarrassing sheep costume.
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Finally making it home you squealed in delight at the thought of Ed seeing you in this costume and making his jaw drop to the floor. Although to him he just thought it was a shriek of happiness from finally having a cute outfit to wear for the party you would be holding. “Alright, I’m gonna go try it on! No peeking okay?” It was then that he realized it would have been a great idea to bug the bathroom, he would have made good use out of the pictures and videos that a hidden camera in there would produce. After a few minutes of hearing the sound of plastic bags and shuffling, the bathroom door opened and you appeared, donning the frilly costume. Your tits nearly spilled out the top of the corset top and the soft pink skirt left nothing to the imagination. You frowned slightly and said “Eddie? I’ve called your name three times by now. What do you think? Too much?” He nearly shouted “No! No no it’s perfect. Truly it’s perfect, you look perfect”
You strolled back over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so happy you like it Eddie, I absolutely adore it” You gently wrapped your arms over his shoulders, hanging off of him. “So now that I know how you feel about it- do you want to try it out?”
“Try it out? What do you mean?” He looked at you utterly confused. “C’mon Eddie baby” You said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards your shared bedroom.
“Oh!”
Oh.
#fanfic#the riddler x reader#edward nashton x reader#bimbo reader#riddler#edward nygma x reader#edward nygma#the batman 2022
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cw: miguel o’hara x gn!ai reader (lyla-core), m!masturbation (barely), horny lonely miguel who wants you bad :( — wc: 670
Miguel let out an exasperated breath as he laid himself on his bed. To say the stress was finally getting to him was the understatement of the century. His back ached with all the responsibility of the multiverse on his shoulders. Both literally and figuratively.
That mingled with his loneliness, it was making him all the more fatigued. He was so starved in every romantic and sexual aspect and he couldn’t help but feel somewhat bitter.
His exhaustion almost made him ignore the way his cock began to throb. Wishing there was someone who would just let him lay back and do all the work.
Miguel’s face blazed with heat as only one person came to mind. You. His AI assistant, whom he created. Perfect in every way but not sentient. He could not touch you, nor kiss you.
God — he was going insane.
He had created you in the hopes to have someone who could basically read his mind, to know what he needs before he even said it. But it catapulted into something so much more, you were so much more. He didn’t even mean to but as he created your physical form he made you in his liking. You were perfect physically, but he didn’t think the attraction he had for you would be much of an issue.
What he didn’t account for was his own intelligence, he somehow left liberty for you to have your very own personality and you were a fucking brat.
You loved to tease him, and wear ridiculous little outfits, he couldn’t stand it. The first time you rolled your eyes at him his cock pulsed so violently in his suit he felt dizzy.
His thumb softly began to trace the outline of his cock over his sweats, your lips coming to the forefront of his mind as he teased himself. He could perfectly picture your lips curling up to send him a snippy remark as he cupped himself.
A quiet grunt left his mouth at the weight of his hand as he palmed his cock, he felt pathetic. He didn’t even register pulling his length out of his sweats until his hand wrapped around the base. His thumb gently smeared the pre-cum from his tip down the expanse of his cock as your name left his mouth shamefully.
In the next instant he felt himself jolt as you appeared in front of him. He swore he was hallucinating, his mind indulging in his desires because you popped out from his watch, in nothing but a skimpy towel covering you.
“Are you alright?”
Miguel was quick to tuck himself back in, “Fine. What are you doing here?”
Miguel’s scowl had returned and it caused you to roll your eyes, his cock pulsed.
“Your heart rate was accelerated. Came to make sure you were okay.”
There was a beat of silence and Miguel felt almost shameful to have you in front of him. He wanted to hear your voice coax him to an orgasm so terribly. His thumb had subtly begun to trace his covered cock again as his face scrunched up to see your short towel.
“Why are you in a towel? You can’t even shower.”
“You don’t know what I do while you’re offline.”
A breathless laugh left Miguel’s throat as he mumbled quietly, ‘Maybe you should show me then.’
“Huh?”
“Nothing-nothing.”
Your arms crossed over your chest as your face scrunched up in annoyance, “Miguel, you know I hate when you mumble! I can never understand you.”
Fuck — you were making this so hard, the soft pout of your lips had Miguel’s mind running wild.
“I said I’m fine. Now leave me alone.”
You huffed softly, “Fine-just know it’s not good to leave your little problem alone. It can lead to severe discomfort and swelling. The best remedy is ejaculation-“
Miguel slammed his watch off, his face burning in embarrassment. He swore you did this shit on purpose.
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come crawling
kinktober 7 - stuck in a wall
(18+/mdni stepcest, dubcon/noncon)
Deployments are always long and hard for Johnny--especially without his favourite little step sister to take care of him. You've been ignoring his calls and leaving his texts on read, anytime he tries to reach out to you for relief.
All he has had to rely on is some old pictures and videos he has of him filling you full of sticky cum, or painting your face with ropes as he makes you stick your tongue out and smile for him--back when you weren't such a fucking brat.
The second he arrives back at your parents, he's hoping for a hero's welcome--his pretty little sister in a skimpy outfit giving him a warm smile and tight hug. Instead you're fixated on your phone, giggling and smiling for someone who isn't him, and his blood fucking boils.
His ma and your father at least greet him with the warmth he expects, but you don't even acknowledge his existence.
"She's always texting that boy she's talking to." Your dad explains with a clap to Johnny's shoulder. "Don't take it personally, son."
"Oh aye, boy?" Johnny asks, hoping to draw your attention so he can learn more about whatever fucking unworthy prick has got his hands all over you while Johnny is away. If it is even real, and not just part of one of your bratty schemes.
Clearly Johnny hasn't been firm enough with you lately, or showed you just who you belong to. You're long overdue a fucking lesson. Johnny's palm is already itching to make your pretty little arse red raw, but for now you all have to play happy families, and pretend like the two of you aren't entangled in a filthy, forbidden back and forth.
Throughout dinner, you barely put down your phone, and as soon as your meal is complete, you excuse yourself to your room, explaining that you're oh so tired. Johnny sees right through it, but he bites his tongue, intent on paying you a visit later that night and finally giving you the reminder that you so clearly need.
When he finally makes his way to your room, his knock goes ignored. He shouldn't be surprised, but his jaw ticks anyway. His hand starts to shake as he goes to knock again, before he decides to just wrench the door open and force his way inside. You won't ignore him any longer, he won't allow it.
What he sees shouldn't take him by surprise--you, trying to sneak out of your fucking window, presumably to see that boy you've been texting.
Johnny is over in an instant, startling you as the window slides back down and traps you between it and the sill.
"Help me, Johnny!" You cry out, squirming and trying to free yourself from the awkward, revealing position.
You feel your step-brother approach, feel the warmth of his body as he presses himself against you.
"Oh lass, I'll help yer alright." His hands rove over your waist, following your curves down to the bottom of your teeny tiny skirt, which he flips up in favour of grabbing fist fulls of your arse. "Such a pretty sight. Where d'ya think yer going?"
You try to kick out your legs to wriggle free, but Johnny is stronger, he's a soldier, and you've never been able to fight back. "Let me go, Johnny, you sicko!"
He moves back slightly so his knuckle can brush over your exposed panties, his finger nudging against your rapidly swelling clit. "If I'm a sicko, why are you so wet, bonnie?"
The finger hooks your panties aside, as his other hand comes to stroke through your wetness. "I think yer just as sick as I am."
His touch forces moans out of your throat, ones you can't hold back, before he withdraws. You hear the jingle of his belt and the rustle of his jeans, and before you know it he's plunging his length straight into your needy hole.
"Not going anywhere, not when I'm right here tae take care of you." His hips start to thrust, driving his cock deeper inside you and fucking away any and all resistance you've been building up over the past few weeks.
All this time you were kidding yourself, thinking you could go without Johnny's touch, go without his cock. No one can take care of you like he can.
As he pushes against that spot inside you, you have to clamp a hand around your mouth to stifle the moans, to make sure your parents don't get to find out about yours and Johnny's special relationship.
His hand smacks down on the flesh of your behind, the sound cracking in the cool night air alongside the slick sounds of skin against skin--the two of you giving in to your forbidden addiction.
Johnny stills for a moment.
"I'm gonna grab yer phone, and you're gonna give yer little boyfriend a ring and tell him you won't be coming out to play." He smacks your arse once more when you don't immediately respond. "Understood?"
"Yes, Johnny!" You whine, hole clenching around nothing as he pulls out. He's gone only for a few moments, returning as he pushes open the window and sets the phone against your face as he pushes his cock back inside and captures your reaction.
"Go on, tell him how good yer getting fucked by me."
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Pls make a Chad Meeks Martin smut of him in his cowboy costume
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
Oral (f, smut, porn w plot
Chad knocked on your dorm door, with Ethan following along behind him.
“One minute!” You yelled, putting down the pencil and taking off your headphones.
“You wanna come with?” You asked your dormmate. She looked at you and thought for a moment.
“Nah, I’m good. I gotta study for a test next week. But hey, you look great. Have fun!” She said, with a smile as she continued to read and listen to the music blasting through her headphones.
“Thanks. See you!” You said, opening the door and closing it.
“Sorry for taking long, I was studying.”
“No, no, it’s fine. It’s cool, uh I hope you don’t mind I brought Ethan along.”
Ethan waved from behind him.
“I don’t mind. Hi.”
Ethan just smiled and looked the other way.
“Anyways.. wow.. you look…”
“It’s basic, isn’t it?” You sighed.
“No! I really haven’t seen anyone do it.”
You were in a tight skeleton bodysuit, with flowers scattered on the heart and ribs, and on the thighs. Your makeup was skeleton makeup, with flowers as the eyes and little hearts painted on your cheek.
“What I was gonna say is you look beautiful.” He said, admiring you.
“You look..”
“Sexy?” He laughed.
“Yeah.”
“I’m still here.” Ethan said, and they both laughed and started to walk.
“Can’t believe you convinced me to go to a frat party.” You shook your head.
He laughed “I can’t believe I convinced you too either. You know you love me.”
You rolled your eyes as the three of you opened the door.
“You don’t love me? I’m hurt.” He pouted, and laughed and hugged one of his friends who came up to him.
You followed him around, not being able to stay away from him in his very… cute outfit.
Multiple girls came up to him throughout the night, flirting with him and totally disregarding your existence.
But Chad ignored them all, and he squeezed your hand and glanced at you every time. He could tell you were annoyed.
“Hey, babe, can we talk?” He said, after he saw you start to get.. upset? He couldn’t quite tell.
“Yeah. Yeah sure.”
“We’ll be back, Ethan!” He said, and leaded you upstairs.
“Hey, is something wrong?” He asked, closing the door behind him.
“No, no, I’m fine.”
He just gave you a look saying ‘no your not. I know you’
“Fine! I can’t handle it, Chad. When all those girls are over there, in their tiny little skimpy outfits, practically flashing you, and flirting with you, and it’s not your fault, but I hate it. I can’t stand it anymore. I mean what if..”
“What if what?”
“What if you’re just too good for me? What if I’m not enough..?”
“Don’t. Don’t say that. I love you, I love what we have.” He said grabbing both your hands.
“You’re an amazing woman, and I would be stupid to leave you for some dumb girls like the ones out there.”
You laughed quietly, and you both leaned in for a kiss. You both backed up to the bed, making out passionately and lovingly.
His hands were on your ass and on the back of your neck.
He reached for the back of the bodysuit, and unzipped it. It took a while to take off, but it never ruined the mood.
Luckily he didn’t have much to take off, but when he did go to take off the hat, you stopped him.
“Wait.” You grabbed his wrists. “Keep it on. It’s hot.”
He laughed “Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah..”
“Alright then, yes ma’am.” He tipped his hat and put it back on.
You rolled your eyes, and then you both went right back to kissing.
He didn’t even notice you were wearing a matching set until you guys stopped kissing.
“Fuckkk…” he groaned, it was his favorite set too. It was a cute pink lace set, with a heart in the middle of the underwear and bra.
“I wore it just for you.” You said.
He smiled. “I don’t deserve you..” he mumbled, and his hand stopped at the top of your panties.
“Can I?”
“Of course.”
He slowly rolled them down your legs, and put them next to you.
“I love you. So much.” He said, kissing the inside of your thighs in between each word.
“I love you too.”
His fingers started to mess with your clit, earning an immediate noise from you.
“Sorry. Sorry. You’re just-“ your breath become staggered. “too good.”
“Let me hear your noises, baby.”
He licked through your folds, tasting the juices that were flowing from you. He was enjoying teasing you, and you gasped at the sensation.
He swirled his younger around your clit, and your hips involuntary jerked up.
He held them down, with a small laugh.
“You got all worked up over a cowboy outfit.” He said.
“Yeah. Yeah. It’s really hot.” You said, and threw your head back as he continued to lick your clit, and he could feel himself about to cum in his pants.
“Oh fuck- Chad- Chad-“ you tried to push his head away, but he wouldn’t move. He continued to lick and swirl his younger around.
“I’m cumming, Chad. Chad…” you moaned, you couldn’t help it. You came all over his face, he smiled widely and his face was covered in your slick.
“Holy… shit.” You breathed out.
“Want me to return the favor?” You asked while he cleaned off his face.
He had a wide smirk on his face.
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yukichi fukuzawa abc nsfw headcannons
parings: yukichi fukuzawa x gn reader
cw: SMUT - size kink + foreplay + fingering + penetration + praise + oral sex (giving & receiving) + breeding + teasing (if you squint) + office sex + rough sex (if you squint); dom!yukichi + sub!gn reader; explicit
word count: 2.4k+
author’s note: i hate college sm and i’ll do my best to post as much as i can :(( also i NEED fukuzawa so BAD..
smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!
✦ a = aftercare
this man’s a master of aftercare. after a steamy moment, he doesn’t want to leave you alone :(
this man would ask if you’re alright and if you need anything. like if you ever need a bath, this man will run a bath for you, eventually join you as well bc going to sleep dirty is not his motive. if you ever need an extra blanket, this man already got it for you. if you ever need something to eat, this man would cook for you (i see him as a decent cook so don’t expect a gourmet meal)
during aftercare, he would praise you for how well you did and how well you take him<3 PLSS THIS MAN HSFGYGJ
✦ b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
i feel like he’s proud of his body physique even though he’s like 45 but who cares, he’s trained at a young age & is a swordsman assassin, so i would imagine he would still maintain his body physique and is still proud of it.
for his partner, i typically believe he doesn’t have a favorite body part of you. just seeing you is basically enough to be his favorite bc he loves you.
✦ c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
ok listen this man would cum inside you. you would feel his cum splattering inside you and would pull out once he’s satisfied probably for another 2-5 mins. he’ll kiss you to let you know that you took him well and would whisper praises in your ear, feeling his hot breath brushing against it.
if you’re not the type to want his cum inside you, that’s okay! he’ll cum inside the condom he placed on himself.
i feel like he’s a clean man so i imagine him not wanting to see his cum on your face. if you’re giving him head, he’ll want his cum in your mouth and not on your face.
✦ d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
i imagine him having dirty thoughts or dreams of you, either in his sleep or in his mind. like his dream would be about you being naked and sprawled out, seeing how wet you are and allowing him to fuck you. he would wake up startled just to see his dick straining and him just blushing about it. he would probably go back to sleep and ignore his needs or fulfill it with his hands wrapped around his cock, thinking about you and only you.
as for dirty thoughts, whenever he sees you in a short or tight skimpy outfit, he would once again blush about it and try his best to not think about how he would lure you in his office and fuck you on his desk, groaning about how arousing you are and how you made him feel like this.
✦ e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
hmmm this is a bit tricky but i feel like he’s been in a few relationships and has done this before or hasn’t been in one relationship but he definitely knows what he’s doing. idk, y’all can think about this one.
✦ f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
missionary. 100%. listen, he is a simple man and likes a certain, yet simple position that allows him to see your face.
not only just missionary, as long as he can see your face, then other positions are fine. imagine him hitting you from the back and his hand gently cupping your jaw to make you face him, giving you kisses everywhere for how well you’re taking him and praising you well like, “you’re taking me so well, y/n..” LORDDDD
✦ g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
hmm again this is tricky, man is serious. i feel like once he’s in an intimate moment with you, then he’s not goofy because they want you to feel good with pleasure only. but then again, if there was a funny moment between you too having sex, both of you would probably stare at each other and giggle. once you two stop giggling, he’ll ask if he can continue or he can stop and just rest alongside him.
✦ h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
i think he’s groomed well, has a few hairs, but it’s not too messy bc this man screams clean. and yes, the carpet does match the drapes.
✦ i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
omg if you’re with this man, you’re hella lucky. let’s talk about the romantic aspect first. this man is quiet, so no pda, sorry :( the least he can do outside is to hold your hand and kiss your cheek. however, in private, he’ll give you the most affection <3 this man can hug you behind your back if you're washing dishes, kiss your cheek randomly, pat your head as he passes by, you name it. he’s a man who shows no affection outside but inside, he’ll reveal the real him once you two are alone
for intimacy of how y’all are during the moment, this man would focus on you and only you. you are his priority for his goal to make you feel good. i would say there are a few teasing here and there, but once you two are engaging in sex, then he’ll make sure you’ll feel good before he does.
✦ j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
like i said in d = dirty secret, this man would jack off whenever he has a naughty dream of you if he ever feels like it. him grunting and pumping his cock more once the thought of you gets more naughtier<3
i imagine that whenever you are on a business trip without him and he misses you badly, he’ll jack off of the thought of you but only like 1 or 2 times mans got work to do anyway, he’s busy– but for sure, he misses you. once you are back home and in his arms, he’ll show you how much he misses you by pinning you against the wall and kissing you roughly.
✦ k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
blindfold sex. listen. hear me out. he’ll blindfold you with either a silk rope or his tie. he wants you to feel completely at mercy when you’re with him.
bondage. but a light one. man doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of either how the ropes are tightly wrapped around you or how uncomfortable it feels. mainly he’ll use a silk rope or his tie to tie your hands just like how we blindfolds you yk, just only your hands and nowhere else.
breeding. that’s it. literally. this man wants to fill you up. just the thought of filling you up to the brim and trapping all of his essence inside of you riles him up a lot. but if you’re uncomfortable with that, that’s okay, he’ll respect it!
cunnilingus. like i said in c = cum and i = intimacy, this man’s top priority is you. he wants for you to cum for him and he’ll lick every single drop of it no matter what.
sorry, but if you have a degrading kink, he doesn’t do it. i don’t think he never wants to hurt you physically and verbally bc this man would never forgive himself if he ever hurts you. even if you convince him to degrade you, this man will decline.
edging. this man can either tease you or not whenever he feels like it. however, when he does, he wants to edge you so you can beg him for more, giving you enough pleasure to keep you going but not enough to send you over the edge. he also likes being edged himself since that always makes the finale feel better for him.
praise. 100%. you cannot tell me otherwise. THIS MAN WOULD PRAISE YOU FOR EVERYTHING ESPECIALLY IN BED. like “you feel so good, y/n..” and “go ahead, cum for me.” and “good girl/boy.” or “good job, y/n..” OH MY GOD UHCGSUY
✦ l = location (favorite places to do the do)
either your guys home or if y’all live together, bedroom or anywhere, as long as y’all don’t make a huge mess, cleaning up a huge mess will prob make you and him more tired.
his office. OFFICE SEX. he loves to cover your mouth if you try your best to not be loud. “shhh shhh y/n.. everyone can hear us.” saying that with a DAMN smirk on his face.
✦ m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
hmm maybe if he’s like had a rough day and just wants to see you yk. it only happens rarely bc he doesn’t want to release his stress on you like all the time
in j = jack off, when he misses you while you’re on a business trip and came back in yokohama, he’ll pin you against the wall and roughly kisses you, grunts as he removes your clothes as you remove his. he’ll show how much he misses you and you’ll wake up with sore legs.
and d = dirty secret, whenever he sees you in a short and skimpy outfit, he’ll get aroused. and i def imagine that once everyone’s gone in the agency as they call it a night, he’ll ask you to stay overtime and definitely fuck you in his office, growling his way as he bends you over and takes you from behind.
not to mention your voice. once he’s taking you down and your voice echoes through the room, moaning, screaming, whimpering, gasping, whatever, it turns him on. a lot. “go ahead, y/n.. you can let it out. let me hear you.”
✦ n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
degrading. this man is soft, so i don’t see him hurting you verbally nor physically, this man would provide you pleasure and only pleasure.
public sex. this man would not risk his own reputation just to have sex with you in a public area.
he doesn’t share. no threesomes, or gangbangs. ik that man will be overly jealous and hold his grudge to harm them.
that’s all i can think of, just know this man is private and would deal with you in a private manner and not in a public or humiliating manner.
✦ o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
listen, this man would choose to satisfy you than himself so he’ll prefer to give you oral instead of you giving oral to him. he’ll lay you down on a surface in your shared home or his desk in his office and eat you out.
as for receiving, as long as he can cum inside your mouth, he’ll be fine with it. bonus if eye contact is added as you suck him off, he’ll get off faster ;)
✦ p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
normally, it’ll be like in a normal pace if y’all know what i mean. but if y’all are into it (and he asks for consent), then he def goes fast and rough on you. if y’all miss each other, then slow and sensual.
✦ q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
i think this one depends? because i don’t think he’s into quickies since he would want to take his time with you. but if he actually wants you real bad, then yes– either in his office and before y’all go to work– that’s pretty much it, a bit often btw
✦ r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
sorry, he has a reputation to take care of, so no public sex where everyone can see. doesn’t really take risks either but as long as you’re in his office or anywhere private with him.
✦ s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
normally, i think he can go up to 2-4 rounds. he’s a 45-year-old dilf but is also tired from work, but don’t worry– it’ll last long for your own pleasure ;)
if he misses you, he goes up to maybe more than 2-4 rounds, perhaps all night if you’re willing. he misses you so much, he just gotta show you in his own time with just the two of you alone.
✦ t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
i think he’s a simple man, so no toys. he prob doesn't know how to use it on himself either LMAO
he wants to use his own self to pleasure you. whether it be his fingers, his dick, whatever as long as it’s him and only him.
✦ u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
he def teases. I KNOW THIS MAN TEASES. he’ll praise you to see you blush, def whisper dirty words to you to rile you up, you name it. he loves seeing you putty in his arms.
✦ v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
when y’all are alone together, he def grunts, groans, moans, whimpers, and dw, he’ll be loud enough for you to hear him, but not too loud yk. however, if it’s at his office, he grits his teeth together to avoid making noises or uses his hands to grasp at his mouth to muffle his noises as he pounds you on his desk.
✦ w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he’s def a jealous man if he sees you talking to someone else instead of him. don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t mind talking to his employees, his acquaintances, but like if some stranger you just met complimented you or give you a flirty look, yeah he frowns and gets jealous. as long as you reassure him that your heart belongs to him and not someone you just met, he’ll def let out a sigh of relief and plans to pound you later tonight at his place to show you how much you mean to him.
✦ x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
that one audio: “i know his dick is big.. i know it”, bc he has a big dick. like 6-7 inches, but also a bit of a wide girth.
✦ y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
imma be honest, this man does not have a high sex drive at all. i mean he kinda does but hides it a lot. after he met you though, oh boy, his sex drive is WAY high (not right away but if y’all are comfortable to have sex with each other)
✦ z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he’s NOT falling sleep after y’all are done. he’ll provide you with aftercare and only sleep whenever you sleep, even if it’s a busy, tiring day for him !
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[ੈ✩] 𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 • 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐒
synopsis: in which you’re fooled.
pairing: rockstar!ellie x reader x rockstar!abby
warning: mentions of cheating and drug usage but i believe that is all ! let me know in case there’s anything i just wanted to put this out already because of the traction this is getting which is making me sososo happy thank you everyone i love you <3
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐑.𝐈.𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇
approximately two years earlier…
“Who’s the pretty girl?” Ellie asks after snorting a line of powder from the small bathroom’s sink, a banging to the door from an urgent adult being dismissed by her and the dealer.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that”
“Oh c’mon you know the one. Sad eyes girl who watched the whole show from her seat at the bar like we were a band worth shit, like we’re going to be someday”
“They call her bunny around here. ‘Cause you know, a cute shell for a sex addict, y’know some misogynistic shit. She’s a regular to all The Deadbeats show on this shitty bar, you only want to fuck her now? Get on some fan service?”
“You’re fucking gross, man. I just digged her vibe, is all”
What Ellie meant by that was, she saw her soul reflected in your eyes and it scared her shitless but not enough to go untouched by the exchange, drowning in curiosity and magnetism the drugs made sure to intensify your face in her mind as though a printed sticker inside her brain. What Ellie meant was, she thought God was a girl with sad eyes and skimpy top watching her band in the corner of a loud bar piercing right through her like a Heaven and Hell collision midst a guitar riff.
Daniel took one last sniff of cocaine before he slammed the door open, the yell in his throat setting off a headache in Ellie: “Bunny! Come meet your rockstar!”
“I like your songs-“
“We’re gonna get married” You errupt in laughter with that, the sad eyes Ellie had attatched to the memory of you suddenly disappearing in bright amusement, she felt as though she could use your happiness as a new kind of high “I’m not joking, I would carry you in my arms straight into a chapel right now”
“Does that line usually work with the girls you go for?”
“I don’t know, you’re the first I tried it on. Is it endearing enough to convince you to elope?”
“You know every single person in this goddamn bar wants to get in your pants after that guitar riff, right?”
“I’m gonna be fully honest with you right now. I’m fucked out of my goddamn mind today, if I stare at you too long from the mix I took you’re gonna start having two heads and still I might dig it. But God, even then you look so fucking sad”
“Jesus” you scoff “alright junkie well I’m gonna go now-“
“You look so fucking sad and I see you. It’s like I’m seeing an angel cry, like I’m watching God in a party outfit wandering around and listening to my band, like a little bunny eyed daydream fucking painting on a museum wall that makes critics bawl into tears listen, shit, what I’m saying is you’re a fucking tsunami and I feel like I’m flooding and we haven’t even kissed and you don’t even seem to like me all that much right now but when I was up there?” Ellie pointed at the stage “You felt it too. My lyrics. You felt my stuff I know you did, like some soulmate shit like you feel my pain too like we’re both just trying too damn hard. I’m not insane yet, you’re something let me be something to you, I think I can be”
You didn’t answer her. You just kissed. Crashed your lips into her like you were coming up for air because something in your booze made something about her nonsense make sense. You thought you saw her in a dream when she first went up on stage, thought her to be one of those blurry faces in good nights of sleep that passed right through you, familiar in a mystical sense, in the stupidest way. Her lips on yours tasted of pure alcohol and it made you dizzy, weak in the knees. She knew her way around your body, waist and neck like a map engraved itself to the palm of her hands and you melted straight to them.
For two months you believed she was right that day, onto something. Talked about grief and music and love and death and space and leace and thought you knew her forever. Then The Deadbeats got more traction, moved to the spotlight. Then you caught her fucking a fan in the studio.
“All of Ellie’s girls think they’re special”
“Listen Abigail I don’t want to fucking hear it so you can fuck right off” You grabbed your bag, tears prickling in your eyes as you did so before the blonde grabbed hold of your shoulder, instinctively having you look back at her, perhaps the first time you truly looked at her all this time.
“But you really are.”
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Alright… I’ll say it first… I just wanted to do historical garments to draw hot men in skimpy slutty slutty outfits. And awoogaa over them. Sorry but I made your dude wear videogame woman armour. yeah, he’s too hot in it and the stats are good so he’s not taking it off for like half the game’s runtime, and yes it shows up in cutscenes.
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Ruben Dias x Reader - The Fight
I'm basically a Ruben Dias x Reader factory now 🤣
Summary - Reader and Ruben Dias have a fight before a party.
Enjoy!
"There's no surprise who you're bringing to the party. It's obviously Ruben. I on the other hand am planning on finding my own hubby at the function."
"Is that so?" You laughed. You had been on the phone with your friend Cherry ever since the two of you left work. Now you were at home, getting ready to take a shower and prepare yourself for the party tonight.
"Don't mock me for being excited to attend this V.I.P. party." Cherry chuckled. "Ruben probably brings you to one of these events every weekend."
"You'd be surprised." You said. "Ruben is a pretty quiet guy. He doesn't party like that, or at all for that matter."
"Well he will tonight. What are you wearing?"
"Oh I don't know? I have this cocktail dress that I haven't worn yet. But I warn you it's pretty skimpy."
"Great! I'll wear a skimpy cocktail dress to match you. Which time are you and Ruben arriving?"
"I dunno at ten maybe? Ruben won't be home until eight."
"Alright, I'll see you later then. "
"See you later Cherry."
You got off the phone and jumped right into the shower. There was no need to worry about dinner because there was plenty of leftovers in the fridge. Out of the shower you took your time doing your make up, pampering yourself with all the beauty products that you barley used. Despite liking the quiet lifestyle that you and Ruben had you remember that you hadn't always been like that. Enjoying a night out again would be fun, especially since it was your boss birthday, the chief editor of the magazine you worked at. And she had a habit going all out for parties. It would be fun.
"I'm home!"
"Ruben?"
You heard him calling from the living room. You had just tried out your dress and heels for the night and felt compelled to step out into living room in them. To Rubens surprise of course.
"Wow." He said, eyes darting widely at you. "You look..."
"You like it? It's not too skimpy?"
He shook his head. "Skimpy? Nah. I like skimpy."
"Ruben." You laughed. He dropped everything to get to you, basically ambushing your neck and shoulders with kisses.
"And you smell good too." He groaned. "Why the warm welcome?"
"What do you mean why?"
Ruben stopped kissing you and held you out in front of him. "Did we say we were going to dress up tonight?"
"Ruben I'm not playing dress up. This is my outfit for the party tonight. "
His eyebrows furrowed. "What party?"
You gasped. "My bosses birthday party? Did you forget that it's tonight?"
Ruben looked to come to the realization. "Oh that party." He let go of you and went back to pick up his gym bag from the floor. "Yes that party. I ironed a nice shirt for you to wear but you should probably wait to put it on until after dinner."
Ruben had you trailing his steps into your bedroom, in a way ignoring what you just said.
"Ruben?"
"Yes baby?" He pocked his head out from the closet where he stood.
"Did you hear what I just said?" You frowned. He was leaving you hanging for some reason.
"Yes and about that party." Ruben stuffed his things in the closet before closing it and turning back to you. "I don't think I wanna go to that."
"You what? But you said you would."
"I know what I said, I just don't feel like it anymore. You know how it is."
"No I don't. Feel free to explain." You folded your arms.
Ruben sighed. "It's been a long day Y/N. I rather rest on the couch with you. Put on a good movie or something? "
"But Ruben we do that every night. I was really excited to go to this party with you."
"Sorry." He shrugged and moved past you.
"Sorry? That's all you have to say for yourself?" You were quick to follow him into the living room, feeling your heart raise as you did."
"I'm very sorry?" He took a seat on the couch, stretching for the TV remote. However you stepped in front of the screen, blocking the signal.
"Y/N?" He frowned.
"Ruben, I let you drag me with you to all of your events. Can't you just attend this one with me? I mean my boss and all of my friends are going to be there."
"I never force you to come with me to any of my events. That's your choice." Ruben said his voice bit agitated.
"Yes, that's my choice as your girlfriend to come with you. Can't it be your choice as my boyfriend to come with me?"
"No." He said, without a second thought.
"Ruben?" Your hands fell to your side, a bit hurt by his remorseful response.
"I'm sorry baby, but I said I didn't want to go."
"You never want to go anywhere!" You shouted, stunning Ruben by the fact. "At least not anywhere I want to go."
"Y/N?" Ruben stood. He looked sorry to have upset you. "Let's not fight." He said, stretching for your arm. However you pulled away. Not wanting him to touch you.
"Y/N?"
You shook your head. "I'm going to that party. I promised Cherry I'd meet her there and when we make promises to each other we keep them."
"Y/N." Ryben sighed. "I didn't mean to..."
You took a step back as he took a step forward.
"Y/N, please." He seemed desperate to touch you but you kept moving away from him. The two of you ended up in the kitchen, where you grabbed your keys and purse from the counter.
"There's leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry." You muttered.
"Y/N." Ruben realized what was happening, that you were leaving him.
"I'll ask Cherry to take me home after the party, so don't wait up for me."
"Y/N, please don't go. I'm sorry, but please don't..."
"You know..." You said this with a hand to Rubens face, silencing his attempt to apologize to you. "...I understand your need to rest and recover and all, but I actually thought you would do this for me. I guess I was wrong."
"Baby?"
You turned your back on him, heading towards the door.
"Baby wait, I'm..."
You slammed the door in his face before he could manage to squeeze out yet another heartless apology. You were going to that party with or without him.
"I'm so sorry about Ruben" Cherry said, as the two of you met up for the party at the rooft bar of the fanciest hotel in Manchester. You told her about the fight you had with Ruben before you left. "Here, let me you buy you another drink." She said, snatching the empty glass from your hand.
Your attempt to enjoy the night had failed. You couldn't get the thought of Ruben out of your mind. You were still angry with him for not coming. But you were probably more upset by the way you left things. You and Ruben hardly argued with each other and when you did it simply left you heartbroken.
"Now tell me why a beautiful girl like you is sitting alone in a place like this?"
You were startled a little by the guy who suddenly approached you. He wore a blue suit with a red tie and his har was slick back with alot of gel, too much gel for your liking.
"I...I'm just waiting for a friend." You stuttured.
"A boyfriend?" He asked, raising a brow.
You shook your head. "Just my friend."
"Good." He said and sat down next you.
You looked towards the bar where Cherry went, unfortunately she was nowhere to be find at that moment. "Great." You thought.
"What's your name?" The guy asked. He was big and tall, but not nearly as big and tall as Ruben, who you really wish was here to save you right now.
"Y/N " You said in a manner of business.
"Nice to meet you Y/N. I'm Raul."
"Hi." You muttered, not really in the mood to chat with anybody right now.
"I'd like to buy you a drink if that's okay with you?" He said, eyes wandering freely across your chest.
"Actually my friend is getting me a drink as we speak." You pointed to the bar. Raul looked in the same direction but was unsure at whom you were referring to.
"Right, your friend." He said. "Does she bring you here often?" He said, referring to the rooftop bar.
"No, but my boyfriend does." You just had to mention that you had one for the guy not to get the wrong idea. His eyebrows rose in surprise.
"I see. But where is he now since you said you were here with your friend?"
You shrugged your shoulders. "At home, watching a movie or somethin?"
"And he left you to go out by yourself looking like that?" The man continued to eye your skimpy cocktail dress.
You chuckled. "I guess he kind of did."
"What a fool, no? If you were my girl I'd never leave you out of my sight not even for a minute. You can tell him I said that."
"Thanks but I don't think my boyfriend..."
"No need." A voice said behind you.
You turned around in suprise. There he stood.
"Ruben?"
He wore a pair of jeans and the beige sweater that you originally picked out for him to wear.
"What are you doing here?"
Ruben didn't answer you but kept his narrowed gaze at the guy occupying the stool next to you. That's when Cherry appeared behind Rubens shoulders with two flutes of champagne in her hands.
"Sorry that I took so long. Your boyfriend called me on my way to the bar, asking about the adress to the party. I had to text him the details so he could come here." She said.
You turned to Ruben. "You did? Why?"
His expression softened shifting away his gaze from the man sitting next to you.
"I'm sorry baby. It was stupid of me not to come with you in the first place."
"I'll say." The man beside you coughed.
"Can you...." Ruben curled his lip. That was Cherry's cue to help me get rid of the guy, offering him a drink at the bar.
It was just you and Ruben now. You still couldn't believe that he came.
"You shouldn't feel forced to do something that you don't want to do Ruben. I'm sorry if that's how I made you feel."
He shook his head and grabbed your hands. "No. I want it to be me you bring to these types of things. I'm mean I wouldn't want anybody else but you to be my date. And I should have understood that earlier."
"Oh Ruben." You clinged onto his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
He spoke against your lips. "If you want me to dance, I'll dance, even if I'm shit at it. I'd do anything for you Y/N. I made a mistake of making you think otherwise."
"Oh Ruben. You don't have to do anything for me."
He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting your heels from the ground, twirling you around a bit.
"But I do." He whispered. "Because I love you. "
"I love you too."
"Let's not ever fight again."
"I agree."
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Nasty
Minho x Thick female reader
Word count: 3.4k
Synopsis: Clubbing with your friends you find yourself in an all too common situation, Minho up against you on the dance floor wanting you to do one thing and one thing only... get nasty.
A/N: 18+ ONLY! This was inspired by the song Nasty by Russ. Its... well... it's on par with what I've been writing lately that's for sure 😅 I hope you enjoy and if you do please reblog, like, comment, visit my asks, what ever! Your feedback is my fuel! As per usual warnings and smut below the cut!
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Cursing/strong language, FWB, slight exhibitionism (kinda, MC comes riding Minho's thigh on the dance floor no one knows), oral (m receiving), deep throating (a little), cum eating, biting/marking, praise, pet names (beautiful, jagiya etc.), degradation (Minho calls MC a slut, whore, his hole, cock slut etc), jealous/possessive Minho, spanking (hand), Minho dom/MC sub, orgasm denial, biting/marking, unprotected piv sex (use condoms please), cream pie, rough sex, Minho has a breeding kink, mentions of breasts full of milk, mentions of tit fucking, mentions of a cum shot, MC tears up after sex. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it asap!
It was the weekend and you and your best friends were doing what most every person your age did on the weekends, you were drinking and dancing in the club. It was always so much fun because your entourage was eight handsome, strong men. You wore skimpy dresses even with your thick body and you could drink and dance and not have to worry about any creeps rubbing up on you or asking to buy you a drink. It wasn’t what you were there for and if you wanted to fuck someone, you would.
You stuck to trading off dancing with the guys, sometimes one sat out for a breather or another left for a dark corner with a pretty girl and what happened most of the time when you went dancing at the club was you ending up with Minho grinding against you once everyone else had been occupied. This night was no different. The other seven men were making out or rubbing against someone and Minho was behind you rolling his hips against your plump ass, his hard on pressed against you unmistakable, his grip firm on your wide hips as he breathed into your neck. You giggled and scrunched up your neck and looked around to see if any of the guys saw you.
“Minhooo...” You said shyly and he cooed in your ear.
“What’s wrong pretty? We’re just dancing... we’re just friends...” You took a deep breath in as the breath on your neck turned into soft lips and the scrape of Minho’s bunny teeth.
“Hhhhmmm how come we keep forgetting?” Minho’s lips were pressed to your ear.
“Cause you’re a shy girl but a freak deep down.” He tugged at the shell of your ear with those damn teeth.
“And the one thing I can’t resist is corrupting and dragging it out of you. You love being such a nasty whore for me.” Your body erupted in goosebumps from his words and his lips and teeth travelled down your shoulder. You looked around again very aware that any one of your friends could see the two of you at any time. Minho pulled you back into him more and whispered in your ear.
“No one’s watching, it’s just me and you alright?” You melted back into him and his hands slid around the front of your body gripping your soft tummy as he continued to move his hips against your ass. When you pushed it back harder against his cock Minho let out a breath and spun you around pulling you close, his leg between yours, pushing this thick muscular thigh against you and you clenched on it.
“You wear this slutty outfit hoping I’d fuck you tonight?” He leaned in whispering in your ear again, as if anyone could hear him over the music. You blushed and shook your head no.
“Min it’s just a dress...” He looked down at the green velvet sling of a dress. It had a plunging neckline that went to your navel, completely backless, cut up so high on one side one wrong move and you were flashing your panties or your cunt. It hugged every curve and roll of your plump frame beautifully. Minho hummed.
“Hmm... is it?” You nodded quietly biting your lip moving against his thigh more.
“Well as amazing as it looks on you...” He pressed you firmly against him and your pussy throbbed.
“I think it would look better ripped up on the floor of your bedroom...” Your whole body flushed as you rode Minho’s thigh harder, panting. Lips were against your ear again.
“Do that thing you know I like.” His words were breathy and sent you over the edge. You gripped Minho tightly as you came in the middle of the dance floor ‘grinding’ and ‘dancing’ as he worked you over his thigh.
“That’s it, such a good little slut...coming on my thigh.” When your breath evened out Minho cupped your face and made you look up at him. His eyes were always narrowed and sharp but more and more when he looked at you, they were so soft. He kissed your lips gently.
“Let’s get out of here jagiya.” You took a deep breath, your face still flushed and nodded softly still tugging at your lip with your teeth shyly even though you just came on his thigh. The kiss and the pet name were what did it. He thread his fingers through yours and led you through the crowd of people and out of the club.
Minho hailed a taxi and opened the door letting you climb in first watching your juicy ass bending over, then he slid in close next to you draping one arm around your shoulder, fingers teasing your skin, his other hand resting on your plump thigh giving it a squeeze. Minho gave the driver your address and you were off. The soft grazing of both Minho’s hands on your shoulder and leg had you pressing your thighs together. He leaned in.
“If those panties are bothering you, take them off.” You nudged him with your shoulder looking between him and the driver, who had no idea what Minho had said.
“MIN!” You harshly whispered. You looked away when you smiled knowing it would only egg him on. He laughed and continued tracing his shapes and squishing your thigh until you were dropped off at your apartment. You walked up to your door and Minho grabbed your keys from you. He unlocked the door opening it and letting you in first again, watching the way your ass jiggled in that dress with every step.
“Do you want a drink?” You asked as he shut and locked your door behind him.
“Sure baby, I’d love one.” You went into the kitchen to get you and Minho a drink. He walked into your living room and sat in one of the chairs. You came in shortly after with two glasses of whiskey. You set one down on the coffee table and sat in another chair across from him. He leaned over and picked it up taking a drink as his predators gaze zeroed in on you.
You both sipped your drinks in silence the atmosphere palpable. You set your glass down and Minho could see the swell of your big breasts when you leaned forward. You leaned back again and your legs were slightly spread letting Minho see the cute black panties you were wearing underneath that were hiding that plump pussy and fuck... that dress... you looked fucking unreal in it. He smiled at you and as sweet as it was meant to look you knew the storm brewing under it.
“There’s something I want you to do for me jagi...” You pressed your legs together when he called you that and Minho smirked.
“W-what do you want me to do Min?” He picked up your glass and set it on the other table with his then slid the coffee table out of the way with one foot and spread his legs wide as you sat across from him unobstructed now.
“I want you to get nasty.” He licked and wiped his bottom lip.
“Come on beautiful, both your hands, both knees, crawl over and grab a hold of me.” He squeezed his hard cock over his pants. You slid down off your chair and got on your hands and knees crawling over to Minho just like he’d told you to, your big tits swaying and your ass jiggling.
When you were kneeling in between his legs you ran your hands up his firm thighs licking your lips remembering the orgasm he’d made you have on the dance floor with them and wanting to return the favor. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down. You licked your hand and reached into his pants pulling out his cock and stroking it. It was long and curved and always rubbed you deliciously when it was buried inside you.
“Go on... you can taste it I know you’re dying to.” You started sucking the tip of his cock savoring his precum, humming. You loved the way he tasted and he knew it.
“There's NOTHING like that moan you make when the tips in! Good GOD!” You took more of his dick into your mouth flattening your tongue to fit it, spit started dripping down Minho’s cock and you rubbed it up and down, jacking off what didn’t fit in your mouth.
“Look at you jagi, you’re doing such a good job.” His praise made you want to please him all the more and you started to take his dick to the back of your throat, gagging on it. He gently gathered your hair moving it out of the way so you could suck and choke on him easily. He watched your gorgeous face take his cock deep.
“I know everyone wants a pretty girl like you...” You slurped and bobbed up and down on his dick faster.
“But you’re for me and me only. No whoring around understand?” He gently held your head in place and came in your mouth. You swallowed his cum and he rubbed your face sweetly.
“Look at me.” You looked up, his cock sliding out of your mouth covered in your spit and cum, your chin covered in spit too.
“If I find out you're gagging on another cock or letting someone else fuck MY pussy, I’ll have to teach my dirty little slut a lesson. You’re MY hole.” You nodded up and down innocently at him.
“I’m your hole... but Minnie...just in case... you should probably spank me, it’s the only way I learn.” He smirked and shook his head.
“Okay whore. Get across my knee.” You stood up and bent over Minho’s firm thighs. Your fat ass was presented to him covered in green velvet, your silky black panties peeking, drenched and sticking to your cunt already. Minho push your skirt up over the swell of your big ass and started rubbing the plump flesh underneath. He brought his hand down hard and your ass jiggled. You squeaked and moaned. He slapped the same spot again and it started to turn red, he saw your pussy clench.
“You starting to understand who’s you are? Hmm? Who’s cunt this is!?” You nodded and looked back at him.
“Starting to... think I need a few more.” Minho rubbed your juicy ass with both hands squishing it together and pulling your ass cheeks apart. His hand came up and slapped the red spot on your ass again, creating a delicious stinging sensation. He smacked it again, quicker, harder and you jumped a little in his lap and moaned again. He pressed four fingers against your wet panties and rubbed.
“Whose pussy is this jagiya?” You wiggled your ass and Minho pressed against your cunt harder.
“Y-Yours.” You said softly. He moved your panties over exposing your glistening hole. He pushed two fingers in and you moaned out louder.
“Couldn’t hear you... I asked whose pussy this belongs to?” He pumped his fingers into you deep.
“Y-YOURS MINHO Y-YOURS! IT’S YOUR PUSSY!” He pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt then pulled out and gave it a soft pat.
“That’s my good little hole. Now get up and go to your room, when I get in there, I want you naked. Understand? I want those big titties ready for me to suck on.” You nodded and Minho slapped your fat ass again as you walked past him towards your room.
“Hurry up now.” You scurried to your room and stripped quickly. When Minho walked in you were standing by your bed naked. He loved every curve, every roll, every juicy part of your thick frame and he wanted those tits in his mouth, now. Minho stripped every article of his clothing off walking over to you.
He palmed your soft breasts and kissed you. His lips traveled down your neck and shoulder as he pinched your nipples hard. He grabbed one of your tits and leaned down sucking marks across one before biting and sucking on your nipple. He licked it and moved on to the other breast biting and sucking hickeys on that one as well before sucking on that nipple hard pulling off with it between his teeth.
He cupped your face sweetly and kissed you deep biting your bottom lip before sliding his tongue in your mouth. He let go of you and laid down on your bed. He held up his hard cock for you waiting. He wanted that plump cunt bouncing on his dick now.
“Go on ride it like whore...” You climbed on his lap and positioned yourself over his leaking cock, god he loved sucking your huge tits it made him drip big beads of precum.
“One condition...” You stopped before sinking down on him.
“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you that you can. Understand?” You nodded giving him your innocent doe eyes biting your lip, only wanting to please him as much as he did you.
“I won’t Minnie. I’ll wait till you tell me. I promise.” Minho smiled and pushed stray hairs away from your face before cupping your cheek sweetly.
“I know you will jagiya, I know.” You lined up his cock with your dripping hole and pushed the tip in.
Minho moaned out watching your fat cunt swallow the tip of his aching dick.
“Fuck! Look so good when you put me inside you!” You sank down on him more and your juices were already dripping down his cock. When your thick ass was fully seated on Minho’s lap and his dick was balls deep inside you, your slick coating his balls, Minho gripped those wide hips tightly.
“Grab that headboard, hold on tight cause we’re about to break it.” Minho warned you. You leaned forward, your big titties right above his face bruises and hickeys getting darker. He thrusted up lifting your big ass with his hips and they jiggled.
“I told you to ride it slut...” He sucked your nipples hard again and you started bouncing on his cock, your dripping cunt and plump ass making the most lewd slapping sound against his thick thighs as you coated him in your slippery juices.
“That’s it, don’t cum, just fucking bounce on it.” You nodded as he started sucking on your tits again squishing them together and tonguing your hard nipples. He pushed you down on his cock making you take him whole and started grinding you against him, the curve of his cock punishing your g spot while his firm pubic muscle rubbed against your throbbing clit.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum, ride it like the cock hungry whore I know you are, hard and deep jagi.” Your fat ass slapped against Minho faster and harder as you struggled to hold your orgasm at bay.
“Minnie please!” He cooed at you sweetly and bit your nipple hard making you scream out.
“PLEASE!!” He rocked your thick hips against him faster.
“Please what hmm? What do you want beautiful.” You were panting and blushing sweat beading on your forehead as you started slamming your cunt on his cock again.
“CUM!” He smirked.
“You want my cum jagi?” You shook your head side to side quickly.
“PLEASE! Minnie... let me cum!” He thrusted his hips up into you hard as you took him whole again and again.
“Look at me jagiya...” You looked him in his eyes, tears in yours, fucked out and panting.
“No. Now fuck me harder slut.” You slid up to the tip of his cock almost letting it fall out of you and slammed down hard over and over as you held the headboard and Minho continued to bite and mark your breasts. There was a creak and then the bed crashed to the floor and Minho’s cock was shoved inside you hard and deep when the bed slammed down.
“FUCK! UHHHHHH FUCKFUCKFUCK!” You didn’t stop Minho wanted you to fuck him like a cock hungry slut you would. You kept fucking Minho at the same punishing pace that broke your bed.
“HOLY FUCK WE REALLY BROKE THE BED!” Minho squeezed your tits hard as you continued chasing an orgasm you weren’t allowed to have yet. You weren’t going to ask again, Minho would tell you. He sat up pushing your soft body off him and back on the bed, his cock still buried deep in your juicy pussy.
“Fuck YESYESYES take it fuck this is MY pussy, this is MY hole, MY WHORE! YOU’RE FUCKING MINE!” He slammed his dick into you hard and unforgiving and you just held on to his shoulders, your thick thighs wrapped around him, your whole body jiggling every time he pounded into you again abusing your swollen cunt.
“MY DIRTY FUCKING COCK HUNGRY SLUT! MINEMINEMINE!!!” You choked trying to talk.y
“B-b-bu-b-but y-yo-you s-s-sa-sai-d we-w-we're j-ju-just f-f-f-fr-frie-friend's” It was difficult to talk when he fucked you like a maniac. Still, he gently ran his hand down your cheek endeared by the fact that you still didn’t realize he was just as crazy for you as you were for him. He cooed at you as he abused your tender wet hole.
“Awww jagiya... we’re just faking with benefits, you’re mine now. You were made for me... cum for me.” You had waited for those words for so long, the confession of how he felt and permission to cum. You screamed his name as you gushed on his cock.
“MINHO FUCK YES MINHO IT’S YOURS IT’S YOURS! MY CUNT BELONGS TO YOU AND ONLY YOU!” He started fucking you harder chasing his own orgasm while you shook and quivered around him your squishy thighs jiggling as you trembled under him.
“FUCKFUCKFUCK! Such a good girl jagiya so fucking good! You’re so sexy when you cream for me! You KNOW what it does to me FUCK! GOOD GIRL!” You took him pounding you as you tried and failed to catch your breath.
“W-wha-what's m-my r-re-rewa-ard f-for be-being s-so p-p-pa-atient M-M-Minnie?” He planked over you and thrusted into you hard and deep so close to coming. He leaned down close whispering in your ear again.
“Oh I’m gonna fill my sweet little whore to the brim, this plump pussy is getting pumped full of cum. Would you like that? Hmm? Want me to fuck my babies into you?” You screamed out as you were about to cum again Minho felt you squeezing him trying to hold off for permission.
“Cum for me baby you don’t gotta wait for me...” As soon as he said it you let go and screamed.
“OOOOOHHH MMMMOHHH FUUUCK!” Juicy wet slapping was all that could be heard as Minho still absolutely railed your fat cunt into the bed.
“Oh god if fucked my baby in you... oh FUCK! Your tits would be HUGE! I’d cum all over you while I fucked them!” Minho moaned and came at just the thought of fucking your huge breasts full of milk.
“FUUUUUUUCK! TAKE IT TAKE IT FUCKFUCK! TAKE IT DEEP YOU PRETTY FUCKING WHORE! YOU LOVE MY CUM FUCKING TAKE IT!” He thrusted his cock deeper pushing his cum further inside you. He fell over on top of you kissing your sweaty face and body, whispering sweet words against your plush flesh.
“Hold it in.” He kissed your face.
“Make me something pretty with it.” He kissed your face again.
“Keep it inside jagiya.” You clenched as Minho softened inside you. He kissed your full lips sweetly as he tenderly held your face. He caught his breath and laid down by you on the bed pulling you close, holding your full body against his, taking another deep content breath as he relaxed further. You laid there in his arms, your head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat slow back down.
“Minnie?” He hummed sleepily
“Hmm? Yes jagiya?” You hesitated and Minho tilted his head down to look at you.
“Well... um... did you mean it?” His brow furrowed and he saw your glistening hopeful eyes.
“Mean what beautiful?” You tried to fight the tears that were welling in your eyes. He looked at you concerned.
“Th-that I’m yours?” You asked in a small quivering voice. Minho tilted your chin up so he could look you in the eyes his gaze on you soft again. He held your face in his hand, his palm resting against your cheek and placed a sweet soft kiss on your lips.
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“Of course jagiya.” You sniffled and nuzzled in closer, a tear slipping. Minho wrapped his arms around you, kissed the top of your head and you both fell asleep, in love.
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My Rave Babies
Spencer Reid x Reader
rave baby part two
For three weeks, your coworkers had been barraged nonstop about your scandalous habits. "So, listen to any good EDM?" or " Going to any parties?" had been ringing in my ears all week. The team had managed to sneak in puns during a case.
"Well, that sheriff was just raving, man." Derek leaned against the counter and brought a paper cup to his mouth
"Enough," I groan and toss my head back
"C'mon, you can't just tell us you used to go to raves and then not take us," Emily explains
"We are in the dead of the midwest. Will a serial rapist be on the loose, and you're thinking about going to a rave?" I fill up a paper cup with coffee
"Well, do you know of any back home?" JJ offers, sliding effortlessly into the conversation.
"JJ, you have kids," I whine
"Will can watch them for the night." She refutes
"I can't. I'm going back to the murder case before this town is traumatized further." It's a less effective duck-out, but it draws attention away. Hotch gives me a bit of a look as I rejoin a discussion with an exhausted look.
"I hope you didn't stay up all night partying." He teases
"No, I got a full night's rest. I'm ready to take this guy in." Deny. Deny. Deny.
The case came to a close two days later, with the man castrating himself and then slitting his throat. Unfortunately, the connection that all of the victims had was that they frequented the same club. An EDM / Rocker club with very Rave-like vibes. The jokes flew on the plane ride home.
"Alright, alright, fine. I'm going to call my old friend. She'll let me know what's going on in town."
"Really?" Morgan jumps at the statement
"Yeah, don't make me regret this."
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It was four days later that a festival would be in town for the weekend. I informed the team that tickets needed to be bought. I also let them know they should be on high alert for roofies and perverts. Skimpy clothes and loud music were catalysts for freaks.
"So you're really knocking the dust off?" Morgan holds an FBI mug up to his lips. He's got an all too-full-of-himself grin on his smug little face.
"Yeah, you're coming too?"
"Yeah, so is Emily."
"And me!" JJ holds each of my shoulders, "I'm so excited, Will hasn't stopped ogling the outfit in my closet. He said he needed to borrow some floss and held it up on the hanger."
"Is anyone else coming?"
"Yeah, Penelope and Spencer," Emily says
"Reid?" I nearly snort my coffee out
"That's my name." He traipses into the kitchen and dumps half the can of sugar into his mug.
"I figured a rave would be a little out of your comfort zone. You're really coming?"
"I-i-It is. But I'm trying some exposure therapy."
"I thought that has been disproven." Emily counters
"Clinically, yes. But some of the results of those who have conquered fear through exposure therapy are too nice to pass up. You know, in recent studies-"
"Yeah, we get it you're going." Derek cuts him off
"So, have you picked out an outfit?"
"It's no Halloween, but I figured I should just wear what I always do."
"What?"
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The night came faster than I had expected. One night, I was filling out a report on a serial arsonist; the next, I was tying myself into a bikini and zipping up giant platform boots. I put on a silky kimono to disguise the scandalous outfit. We all taxied to the nearby party meeting to get our tickets and a wristband checked. Emily and JJ looked phenomenal. Penelope was show-stopping, though. A galaxy-printed dress, giant boots, and fishnets, bejeweled with bracelets and a bucket hat.
Derek was primarily shirtless, though he found a neon fishnet shirt and tactical boots over some burning man cargo shorts. Finally, Reid was the last of the group. Surrounded by a thousand people in their skivvies, he stuck out like a sore thumb in gray slacks, a purple pinstripe button-down, and a sweater vest. The most crazy part of his outfit was his mismatched DC and Marvel socks.
"Wow, you look-"
"You look," I motion up and down at him. "You know, for the youngest on the team, you look like you're babysitting." He laughs, but it seems like he's shriveling on himself.
"Don't worry, you look great," I reassure and slide my hand up and down his bicep reassuringly. Even if I'm typically a touchy person that gesture might seem too forward for coworkers so I retract my arm awkwardly.
"Dang, (Y/n), where were you hiding that body?" Emily came and patted me on the ass and then slung her arm over my shoulder.
"Ok, tipsy, why don't we get you some water?" I unfurl her from me
"That sounds great," Reid clears his throat. "My throat is feeling a little dry." Emily wraps herself around me, and JJ slings an arm over Reid's shoulder. Morgan follows behind us, and we find some bottles of water that are way overpriced. Music begins to bump behind us, and I drag the group into the heart of the crowd. Morgan rears off when he finds some girls eyeballing him. Penelope follows Derek to a group of fun.
JJ and Emily stay close by but jump and sway with the thrumming music. Reid looks out of place like a black sheep.
"DOC!" I shout over the loud music
"Yeah!"
"You look stiff!" I jump around and scream at him.
"I'm not much of a dancer. Maybe I should just go home."
"What?" I stop jumping. C'mon, you've just got to feel the music." I take a step closer. Thanks to the giant shoes I wear, I'm much closer to his face than I usually am. I loop my fingers into the belt loops on his hips and take another step closer. "C'mon, man, you've just got to feel the rhythm." with my hands, I make him sway his hips to the beat. With a bit of encouragement, he starts to do so by himself.
"Ok, just jump around. Let yourself feel free." I twist and jump to the ear-splitting music. He raises his arms apprehensively, and I fling mine on top of him to show him it's fine. With my permission, he raises them and starts to flail freely.
"Alright, pretty boy, get into it." Derek teases
"Don't listen to him. You look great." I jump and swing my arms like a toddler. Lost in the moment, I spin around to show off my back and shake my hips. I lose my control and dance like a maniac. I back up onto Reid and sway with him. As I feel eyes on us, Reid jumps away from me.
"Are you two having fun?" JJ drawls
"Have you been drinking?" I shout
"A lot!" She responds
"I'm having so much fun. Why did you stop this?" Emily screams
"The hangover you'll have tomorrow? Yeah, have fun taking a jet ride with your ears trying to compress into your skull. And one time I caught a nasty STI from hooking up with someone in a port-a-potty."
"What ew," Emily fake retches.
"Don't worry, I took antibiotics." The music came thrumming through the speakers as a new DJ started their set. Immediately, I recognized her and started leaping like a manic shrimp. "Oh my god, I love this song!" I twisted around and grabbed each of Reid's wrists.
"C'mon, dance with me!" my mind disappeared in the bass. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of my feet pounding into the dirt and the occasional collision of Spencer's limbs. Slowly, the thrumming of the tempo migrated to my ankles.
"Alright, it has been a long time since I've danced like this. I need a break."
"Yeah, I don't think these are the best dance shoes either." there's sweat on his brow, but he holds up one of his feet to show off the brown loafers.
"Let's find the rest of the group," I whisper scream in his ear. In the proximity, I feel my torso press to his. I nearly roll my ankle and he catches me by my hip. He stands me back up and steadies my hips.
"Ok, let's get you to a cab," We find Derek quickly. He only has one girl who won't let go of his bicep tonight. Emily, JJ, and Penelope cling back to us, and we leave the grounds all slightly limping. We all file into a taxi and people filter out of the car slowly.
"I think I'm going to get out here and just take the metro home." JJ and I are the only two left in the vehicle as Penelope gets out of the car.
"What no, just stay in the car. I'll drive you home."
"No, that's far too much."
"I could drive you home." JJ offers as we turn down the corner of her street."
"No, you live further than her."
"Reid, I'll drive you home," I demand.
"Alright, you two have a good night." JJ slinks out of the cab, and we watch Will open the door, and she leaps into his arms.
'the kids are sleeping.' I read from his lips
"They're going to have a fun night." I snort. Reid shrinks on himself again. "C'mon, you've had to have some sort of fun like this."
"No,"
"No?" The cab takes us to my neighborhood, and we get out. Reid insists on paying the driver. I let him in and opened the front door. He takes the same space on my couch and groans from the pain. I bring two cans of lemon seltzer water and slump down with my legs across his lap on the couch. I crack the cans and hand one to him.
"Oh, thank you," he takes it, and I take a big slurp of mine. I extend a foot up and put my ankle near his face
"Could you unzip me?"
Uh, uh, sure." He holds my ankle and tugs the zipper down the inside of my calf. Once it's down, I use my other foot to push it off with my other foot. I hold up the second foot and he obeys, tugging off himself.
"Thank you, I roll, crack my ankles, and sigh in relief. "Whew, those were killing me." I start to roll down my thigh-high fishnets.
"Uh, would you like to go to the bedroom to get changed?"
"No, I'm fine like this." I pull the second sock off. I readjust the slipper kimono and tug one of my blankets up my shoulders. I twist around to lie on Reid's chest, straddling his leg.
"Uh, what are you,"
"I'm tired, Spencer." I dig into his chest with my own and loop my arms around his neck. I readjust myself even more around him. His tie stabbed me in my temple, and I tugged it off his chest.
"Uh (Y/n), what are you-"
"Calm down," I say, undoing his top buttons for the skin-to-skin contact my body craves. Your chest is warm." I cuddle into it and kiss his collar.
"I had a good night, Spencer," I sink further into his frame and pull the blanket on harder. I feel a hand thread its way into my hair but dreamland takes me away.
"I had a good night too."
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Why won't you fuck me?! | Stepbro!Eddie x FEM!Reader
Summary: Your Stepbro won't fuck you, what will you do fix that?
Cw: Smut, unprotected sex, Voyeourism, public masturbating, rough sex, pussy eating, creampie, lots of cum, big dick, horny reader
Eddie Munson has been your brother for... 5 months now and you still didn't understand how or why your mother fell in love with his uncle...
Eddie is... Weird, to put it in kind words but really he's an outcast... But he's hot you can't deny that...
But one day when you caught him jerking off in the bathroom, you never pulled him out of your head again
He was jerking off furiously, chest flushed and face scrunched in pleasure, and his dick, gosh it's so big, maybe 11 inches and the girth was at least 4, he was huge and he was need, of course no one wanted to fuck him, he's a weirdo but oh wow his dick was good
So from that day, you decided to test the waters
Wearing skimpy outfits, tiny skirts and shorts without any underwear, bending over in front of him, rubbing against him, you tried everything and nothing ever worked
He was too kind...
You had to break that
So you decided to take it the extra mile, masturbating loudly
Your rooms were right next to each other, so it was the perfect timing
You had been going at it for a while, edging yourself until you were almost crying and he still didn't come into your room, you moaned, groaned, screamed but nothing worked
Was he deaf?
Your door was wide open, your legs too and he still hadn't come in to see what was going on
You had enough
Storming into his room, you found him laying down writing something in his DND diary
"Really?! I'm right next to you and you don't come in?!"
"Oh hi sweetheart" he said unbothered "What's up?"
You scoffed "Really?! I'm literally masturbating right next to you, aren't you curious?!"
"Mmmm, well considering you're my sister, no I'm not"
You sat down on his lap, tank top disheveled and pussy aching for love and touch
"Don't you wanna fuck me Eddie? I've been giving you hints for weeks now!"
He blinked
"Oh... That was for me...?"
He really is stupid
You rolled your eyes, grinding down on him
"Of course! Who else?!"
He shrugged "I dunno, I just didn't wanna you know, seems like a pervert"
"But I want you to be a pervert, I like you Eddie, I want you to fuck me" you said in a moan
"Fuck baby I... Fuck we can't do this"
"Eddieeeee, please, just fuck me, no one needs to know" you pouted
He had it difficult, you looked so cute with your tits out and pussy leaking on top of him, and his dick screaming to be let out of it's cage, fuck it
"Alright fuck it"
He manhandled you into doggy style, diving face first into your pussy, eating you out so messily it made you see stars while he took off his jeans and boxers
"Fuck you taste so good sis" he smacked your ass, hard
"Yes just like that Ed's fuck!"
The slurping noises where so obscene, he ate pussy like an animal
And fucked like on
The bed was scraping against the floor and hitting the wall so hard if was gonna break, he was fucking you with all his strength and might
"Aaaaah! Eddie!" You screamed, his dick so big it was making a bulge on your stomach
"Fuck just like that, pussy so tight around my dick"
"Eddie don't stop!"
You felt the knot forming in your stomach, you were gonna cum, hard
"I'm cumming Eddie!"
You squirted all over his dick, balls and thighs, making him groan and hold you down while he pounded into you like an animal in heat, his balls drew up and he emptied inside your with a guttural moan and groan combined
"Fuck!"
You felt all of it, every single drop of his hot cum, painting your unprotected womb and walls, your eyes rolled back as he filled you up
Five minutes passed and he finally stopped cumming, it all rushed out of you in gushes
"Fuck baby, hope you're on the pill" he said out of breath
"What if I fell you I'm not?" You said wiggling your ass at him
"Fuck..." He said falling down on his bed
Whoopsie
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Hey,hi! If possible could I request a Derek Danforth x bottom male reader (smut if it’s not a problem) story where Reader is a spy sent to gain Derek trust and obtain information about the last scandal that happened but ends up falling under Derek charm? Thanks <3
Derek Danforth x Male!Reader
A/N: thank you sm for giving me my first request on this account, there for christening it with smut. Enjoy! also this was so fun to write and i made reader like an fbi agent, i hope thats alright<3
-Wolf in Sheep's clothing-
Word Count: 2.9k
Warning!! 18+ content ahead!! Gay porn ahead!!
includes; rimming, degrading, praise, anal sex, skimpy outfits
This was already a nightmare.
You were a detective, a man of law and justice. Someone who took down the bad guys and saved the day! A man that could be trusted to keep you safe.
But today? Today you were a 'dancer' at a sleezy night club. How does that happen you may ask? All thanks to billionaire brat, Derek Danforth.
Your mission was to get close to Derek and get him vulnerable, get him to tell you his secrets and expose his company. Then, destroy him and throw him behind bars. Should be easy enough. If only.
You adjusted the entirely too small tube top you had on and tried to pull the tiny shorts down so your junk wasn't almost popping out. Huffing, you set your eyes on the night club, scanning the dark room as you tried to find Derek's famous blonde mullet. It was hard to see anything with all the people, so you began moving swiftly through the crowd, scanning tables and booths. Trying to get a glance at everyone without drawing too much attention. You make your way through most of the club until he's there. You spot Derek sitting at a booth in a far corner of the club, sprawled out to take up half the space. Surprisingly, he's more alone then you initially thought he'd be. Instead of being surrounded by beautiful men and women, he's only got his number two by his side. The two are talking in hushed whispers when you walk up to the booth and slide in, sitting right up against Derek.
"Lookin' awfully lonely over here gentlemen, care for some company?" You could vomit at how high and bubbly your voice sounded, completely foreign to how you usually talk.
Derek's assistant was the first one of the pair to look up at you, clearly uncomfortable with another person around during their sensitive conversation. "No, no- thanks." He muttered quickly, trying to wave you off as he shifted in his seat, trying not to look at your scandalous outfit.
"I wasn't really asking you." Your attention is on Derek, whom, has been looking at his phone until now. His head picks up when he starts to feel you scoot closer to him. His dark eyes trace down your form quickly, making you feel even more exposed.
Derek lean his body towards you before wrapping his arm around your hip, pulling you tight against him. "He can stay, gimme something to look at." Derek leans down to you, giving you a shark-like grin and looking deep in your eyes. He stayed there for a moment as you stiffened under his gaze. You could slap him, but instead you wrap your arms around his neck and smile. "Don't let me interrupt your conversation then."
This is working out perfectly! You knew Derek would be an easy target.
Derek gave you a lazy grin as he pulled away and hit his vape. He blew a few clouds that smelt awful before turning back to the other man, who was frankly, very upset by your presence. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he liked Derek.
"How much are we bringing in?" Derek broke the tense silence as he rolled his head to look at him. The man tensed and you focused your eyes on Derek's hair as you played with it, trying to convince them you weren't listening, only here to jump Derek's bones.
"48." He said stiffly, eyeing you suspiciously. This answer seemed to only upset Derek though as he took a harsh hit of his vape and barked at his employee.
"48 what? Thousand? Million?! Don't fuck with my money!"
Derek's aggressive behavior was a little surprising but not completely unexpected. You had read in his file he was prone to anger spouts, especially when he was high. You decided to use this to your advantage to drive Derek further into your arms.
You began by carding your fingers through his soft hair and whispering soft coos in his ear to calm him down. His chest rises and falls heavily and you seem to cut through his drug-addled mind.
"T-thousand Derek." He replied nervously, shifting uncomfortably as he watched you two.
If Derek was upset before, now he was full of rage. He clenched his jaw tight and his grip around you was almost bruising. Derek let out a deep sigh and glared at his business partner. Even you felt a little shudder run down your spine at the intimidation.
"Go." Derek growled and his partner was quick to scurry off and out of sight. You can't help but let out a laugh as he leaves but Derek's quick to turn his glare on you. "What's so funny?"
"Well, your friend is kind of pathetic." You reply simply with another laugh and it seems to actually lighten Derek up. He chuckles himself and puts on a casual mask even though you can tell he's still tense. His leg is bouncing and you're surprised his vape hasn't exploded yet from over use.
"He really is." Derek tilts his head back and you let your eyes trace down his neck. You can't deny he's handsome but you know what he does and he has no remorse. You clench your jaw and throw a bare leg over his lap. He's quick to run his calloused hand up and down your smooth calf.
"So what do you do, hm? Making millions?" You ask with fake innocence and curiosity. Derek keeps his eyes on the hand stroking your leg like he's mesmerized. Drugs, you think.
Finally he shrugs and looks at you, his eyes softer than you've ever seen them. "I run a software company." He smirks and leans in closer to you, nuzzling his nose and face close into your neck. The sudden closer contact makes you flush and you want to push him away but it's for your job. And maybe, it felt kind of nice to feel Derek's warm breath fan over your neck. "I wanna know about you. You charge?"
You simple shrug and shake your head at him. "No. I'm just here for a good time. Although, a quieter place would be nice." You need to get more information, you need to get him alone and you can snoop around his house.
Derek pulls back from your neck and eyes you for a long moment, trying to decipher your intentions. After a moment, he slowly nods and smiles. "Let's go baby boy." Derek stands (stumbles) up and you follow him up and out of the club. His driver is waiting outside and you both crawl into the back of his limo.
The quiet feels like a breath of fresh air until you remember you're now alone with Derek Danforth, your target. You're both sitting close in the limo but Derek's mind seems to be elsewhere entirely. He's chewing his nails and glaring out the window, clearly stuck in his own head.
"Are you.. okay?" You ask sweetly, causing Derek to look at you and snap back to the present. He shakes his head and grabs your hand.
"Fine sugar. Just worried about my Bitcoin stock is all." Derek grunted out, shifting closer to you, clearly needing more physical touch.
You needed to get him to open up and stop giving these vague answers, even giving plain lies. "You can tell me anything Derek. I won't tell. My trade is in secrets." You cup his cheeks and make him look deep into your eyes.
Derek seems to think about his answer for a long moment before finally the dam breaks. "My stupid company isn't making enough money, even though I trained those stupid fucks myself." He suddenly growls, clenching his fists tight.
Finally, he was cracking. "How come they're not making enough?" You tilt your head and watch him go to reply but the limo comes to a stop and it seems you've arrived at his apartment.
Derek's quick to pull you upstairs to his penthouse apartment and it's absolutely stunning. He pulls you in and makes his way towards the dry bar in the living room. You watch as he pours a shot of expensive whiskey and shoots it. He immediately makes a face and you snicker at him behind your hand.
He glares at you but it doesn't hold much malice. Derek rounds the bar and stands in front of you. He wraps his arm around your waist and leans down close. You can smell the whiskey on his breath but it's almost enticing, instead of gross like usual. "Okay Mr. Chuckles. Tell me your secrets then." He smirks down at you, making your cheeks heat up.
"Well Derek... My secret is..." You lean in closer to him, almost closing the gap but stopping an inch away. "... I think your kinda cute." You admit and it really was true.
Derek is quick to quirk his eyebrow and give you his usual sarcasm. "Just cute? Are you sure?" His voice is filled with confidence and before you know it, he closes the gap between you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. It seemed Derek didn't know how to go slow or be gentle because he immediately kissed you hard and bit down on your bottom lip.
You know you shouldn't be making out with Derek Danforth but it was all for the mission, to get closer and get more information out of him. It definitely didn't have to do with the growing erection in your tiny shorts. Derek bruised and bit at your lips, sliding his hands down until they rested on the waistline of the small shorts.
Derek was the first to pull away but he still kept his mouth busy as he trailed kissed down your jaw and to your neck. "Jump." Its a simple command but it takes your brain a moment to register through the haze. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around Derek's hips and tangling your arms around his neck. The new position let Derek control the situation as he started to bite harder on your neck, leaving distinct marks. Not that you minded in this moment.
"So fuckin' pretty baby. Cute little outfit too, you okay if i ruin it?" Derek rasped in your ear and bit your earlobe softly. The deep rumble of his voice made you shiver and you chewed on your lip, contemplating if letting Derek fuck you was a good idea. What would you put in your official report? It was getting harder to think as Derek kept working on your neck and moved to push you against the wall, grinding his hips against yours. His green silk pants left nothing to the imagination when he got hard. You groaned softly and dropped your head back against the wall as Derek ground his hips harder. "Well baby? Wont do anything without a yes. Not that you need to say yes."
Derek was now looking at you with those big puppy dog eyes and you could tell he was being genuine. You decide you need more information and this is how to do it. You lean in and capture his lips again, bucking against his own hips and savoring the whine he lets out.
"Ruin it Derek." You mumble against his lips, making him moan loudly. He pushed you harder into the wall, supporting you with his hips and legs so his hands were free to literally rip off the thin tube top you had on. Your nipples pebbled at the cold air and you hissed softly but it trailed into a moan when Derek's warm mouth was on you. He sucked and licked at one pec, fondling the other as he moaned almost more than you were.
You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and tugged him closer, earning you a high pitched whimper. Derek's hand trailed down your chest and to your stomach, groping it softly before sliding down to grab your cock that's straining the tiny shorts.
"Maybe if i tease you a little more, you'll break these sorry excuse for shorts." He chuckled cruelly and grabbed your cock tight making you whine and squirm in his grip.
"Derek, please." It felt so good but it wasn't enough, far from it and it was driving you insane and he knew it.
"What? What do you want baby? Want me to fuck you until you cry huh? Fuckin slut." Derek hissed the name at you but it made you shiver. You hated how he was talking to you but you fucking loved it, you hated that fact too. His words dripped with cruelty and lust.
You felt so tense and you needed him so much. "Yes!" You surprised yourself with that scream and you shifted your hips against him hard. Derek smirked and grabbed your hips tight to still your movements. He took you to his bed and dropped you on the plush mattress as he stood before you. He quickly tore off his shirt and whipped off his pants, clearly just as desperate as you.
Derek quickly crawled back over you and kissed your chest, leaving hickeys and bruises as his hands hold your hips tight against his. The new skin on skin contact makes fire run through your veins and everywhere Derek touched seemed to be more sensitive than ever.
In a flash, Derek had flipped you on to your stomach and hiked up your ass to meet his cock that was leaking through his Calvin Klein boxers. He growled low in his throat and slid his hips against yours before finally pulling your shorts off and freeing your painfully hard cock. You hissed at how sensitive it was but didn't have time to focus on that as Derek's finger tips prodded gently at your hole. He leaned over your back to whisper in your ear.
"You look so good baby... Mind if I have a taste?" His voice dripped with pure lust.
You nodded, not trusting your own voice and not exactly understanding what he meant until you felt something warm and wet against your hole. You gasped and looked back to meet Derek's dark eyes as he licked and lathered your hole.
"D-Derek!" You shuddered again as Derek winked before plunging his tongue as deep into your hole as he can, rapidly fucking you with his mouth. You cry out and your cock drips pre-cum on the bed like a fountain, showing you were close.
He grabs your ass tight in both hands, pulling away with spit covering his lips and dripping down his chin. He looked like a hungry predator as he wiped his face with his hand and stood up behind you. Derek grabs your hips tight and leans his sweaty chest against your back, pushing you further into the bed.
"You're perfect baby boy. Might just have to keep you." He mumbled into your neck, wrapping one arm around your chest as he angled his cock and began sliding into your wet hole. You panted and whined at the stretch as his head slides in. Derek's hips stop but its clear he's struggling to hold back in a failing attempt to keep teasing you.
"Fuck! I-I cant- i need to fucking ruin you now."
That's all the warning you got before Derek's hips are slamming into yours, shoving his cock all the way inside you and punching the air out of your lungs. Derek cant stop himself from rutting and bucking his hips against you already but every movement feels too good. You moan out and grab the sheets tight in your fists as Derek works his cock in and out of you faster and harder.
He wasn't kidding about ruining you as his hand on your chest wrapped softly around your throat, not applying pressure but it still made your eyes roll back. Especially as he desperately pistoned his hips inside of you, grazing your prostate every so often, making you see spots. Derek panted and moaned in your ear, a mix of praise and degrading words falling from his lips.
"That's it. Fuck yeah, so tight baby."
"Such a hungry fuckin whore f'me."
"Fuuuck, baby, yes, god fuck-!"
You felt your end approaching fast as Derek kept moving and his moans turned to high whines and whimpers, showing he was close too. His pace grew sloppy and your cock rubbed against the bed, making you finally see white and arch your back in the most toe-curling orgasm you've had in a long time.
Derek's let out the sweetest moan when you tightened around him and it was impossible for him not to spill his load inside of you. He gave a few more hard thrusts until he was collapsing against you and panting hard. You grunted under his weight but you didn't attempt to move after that.
"Stay with me?" Derek's gruff voice broke the silence as he nuzzled his nose into your neck again.
You nodded and shifted slightly under him. It seemed this mission would take longer than expected but you don't mind so much.
Derek kissed your shoulder lightly. "Sounds good... Officer."
Shit.
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Young in the Night
Josh Kiszka X Reader
Journey back in time to 1982, to an Alternate Universe where Josh is at the epicenter of debauchery and excess. Josh is an entertainer at the hottest new thing on the block, Chippendales, the place for women to drool and ogle.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Adult Themes, Drug Use (cocaine), Explicit Sex.
Tugging your cropped leather jacket closer to your torso as you wait in line, your skimpy outfit is not doing much to block the chill from the cool evening air. You gazed up at the neon sign through your teased bangs. The summer of 1982 was coming to an end and you were standing in line with your best friend Marie at the hottest thing in the city of Los Angeles for women, Chippendales.
“Do you think the dancers actually kiss the girls?,” Marie asked leaning in.
“That's what I've heard!,” you giggled, silently hoping to receive a kiss yourself.
The line moved up until you were in front of the doorman. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you stand in front of the door, uncertain in what lies ahead.
“Alright, you're next! Have a good time ladies!”
The heavy door opened and you were met with colorful lights and the hottest music playing, hundreds of seats sitting around a lit stage. Over on one side was a bar, the first sight you were set on. Grabbing Marie's hand you drug her with, eager to get a tequila sunrise on your hands.
You exchanged cash for your cocktails and went to find a seat, surprisingly you found two in the front row, being the second group to be let inside. The seating was filling up fast, from front seats to back.
The club started to fill and the lights got low, Marie gripped onto your forearm,” Oh I think it's starting!”
A man came out onto the stage, black dress pants, suspenders and no shirt,” Good evening ladies! My name is Mark, and I'll be your host tonight! Welcome to Chippendales, you're in for a night of hunky splendor!”
A tall tan man with blonde hair graced the stage, he was dancing around in the smallest shorts you had ever seen, a collared bowtie around his neck, and little cufflinks around his wrists like wrist bands. It was a play on the playboy bunny, but it worked. He shimmied and shaked working the crowd. You laughed as Marie reached out for him, waving a dollar bill around like a flag,” He's so cute!”
You thought he was an attractive man undoubtedly, but he didn't really do it for you.
He wiggled his way over to where the two of you sat, his hips gyrating in Marie's face.
“Hi sweetheart, do you wanna kiss?” He leaned over Marie as she nodded her head and you watched in awe as they locked lips like passionate lovers.
He pulled away and strutted around the stage, Marie looked at you with red rosy cheeks,” Oh my god!”
The crowd was roaring and your ears were practically ringing, the host speaks into the microphone again,” That was the Perfect Man ladies! Let's give him a huge thank you!”
The women around you went wild as you clapped, not quite understanding what they all saw in him. He was just a man, cute, but just a man. You could admit that the energy in the room was electric and you couldn't help but get swept up in the fun of it all. Mostly naked men parading around showing off their bodies and family jewels, it was drool worthy.
You watched a few more of the acts, some of the men had themes and costumes, some of them came out in pants and stripped down to speedos or g strings.
The host grabbed the mic once again,” Alright sweethearts, I present to you, our next act, an angel in disguise, Joshua!”
Out he came strutting the stage like he owned it, he was clad in the tiniest g string he could get away with, the infamous collared bow tie, and a pair of devil horns nestled into his funky curly mullet. You were instantly captivated by the interesting man. You studied his build, he was small, but toned. He looked strong, though not as strong as others you've seen tonight. Most of his skin was on display, the gleam of the stage lights made his oiled skin shine. The more he danced around to the music the more you became enamored with him. The jiggle of his butt as he strutted up to the audience on the other side of the stage forced you to ogle him.
Reaching into your clutch grabbing your dollar bills you leaned into Marie,” I don't know if I've ever seen a man have more ass!”
He swayed his hips, moving to the side of the stage you were at. When he stopped directly in front of you, his barely clothed package inches away from your face, a deep blush rose on your cheeks.
He squatted down so you were face to face, plucking the dollar from your fingers. Your breath caught in your throat as you really saw his face, he had the biggest softest brown eyes, a perfect white smile, and rosy red cheeks. He was slightly sweaty from gyrating around on stage, but that just added to his sex appeal.
Josh bit his lip before releasing it, his bottom lip plump and slick. Purring he crooned,” Hi Angel. D’ya want a kiss?”
You've never wanted a kiss from a man in devil horns more, nodding your head you leaned in and slipped your hands into his curls at the nape of his neck. When his soft pink lips met yours you almost swore you felt a spark of electricity, but that could be the tequila sunrise talking. You felt his tongue lick across your bottom lip, and tingles shot to your core. Easily you opened up for the performer, moaning lightly when his tongue danced with yours.
The kiss kept going on and on. The music kept playing, the girls kept screaming , and Josh kept kissing you. He had your jaw gripped in his hand, and yours traveled down the length of his torso, squeezing his pecs before landing on his hips. The elastic of his g string resting at your fingertips. You kept thinking that now was when he was going to disconnect from you, but if anything he leaned into you more. The kissing went on for so long that Mark the host came back on over the speakers,” Okay Joshua, angel in disguise, your time has ended! Wrap up your act!”
Josh finally ended the kiss,” If ya wanna go home with me, wait for me after the show.”
🎀🎀🎀
The club lights came up and the women started emptying out, the show was over but the bar was still active. You turned to Marie,” I'm gonna go home with him! I'll call you when I get home okay!”
“Okay babe! I'll leave the phone cord plugged in tonight so I hear the call!”
You hugged her goodbye and sat back down in your seat, sipping on a fresh tequila sunrise. It took you a second to recognize the man who had now come to stand in front of you, it was Joshua, but he was wearing clothes now. He had on white sneakers, light wash blue jeans, and a blue short sleeve button up, unbuttoned of course. “Hi Angel. I see you've made up your mind.”
“Hi Joshua. I did make up my mind.”
He grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet,”Please call me Josh.”
He laces your fingers together and leads you out the front door of the club.
“I don't live far!” He squeezed your hand in his as you walked shoulder to shoulder on the LA sidewalk.
“I really enjoyed the show Josh! Your act especially,” You beamed,” It was my first time at Chippendales!”
He smiles down at you, this time you notice a slight gap between his front teeth,” I'm so glad Angel.”
“My name is Y/N, just so you know.”
One side of his smile quirks up,” Y/N…. I think I prefer Angel for tonight.”
You blushed feeling butterflies in your stomach.
Soon you arrived at his front door, you stood behind him as he fished the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.
Feeling your eyes widen in surprise, he must be making a lot of money from the club. His home had beautiful new modern furniture. He led you to his couch before pulling you into his lap. Your skirt rode up your hips and you straddled his thighs, your lips connecting again. Josh wasted no time running his hands up and down your body, his light touches making your nipples harden under your shirt.
Your hands wander his soft torso once against, and he leans in and kisses up your neck nibbling at your ear.
“Want some blow?” Josh cooes breathlessly.
Nerves bubble in your stomach, you've done it before, at a club with Marie.
“Just a bump.”
“Mmhmm.”
Josh lightly nips at the skin of your neck before lifting your shirt off your body, your bare breasts bouncing in his face.
“Heavenly” he breathes, placing your nipple in his hot waiting mouth. Back arching into his touch you moan his name. You grind your hips down into his hard on, making him moan out too.
Panting he disconnected from your chest and leans down, his hand placed on your back supporting your weight as he bends.
He retries a glass tray, blade and a baggie of white powder.
You wiggle your hips in his lap as he prepares your indulgence.
“God I'm so hard. Have you ever had sex on this? It's incredible.”
“I haven't, I've only taken it in the club.”
You hear the metal blade scraping on glass,” Are you sure you just want a bump? You can have more if you want more.”
You turn in his grasp to look at the tray, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit.
“I’ll do a line with you.” You whisper rocking your hips into him.
Josh kisses your cheek before separating the substance into two lines. He picks up the tray, placing it in your hands to hold as he gets the straw. Holding it to his face he leans down and inhales. Lifting his head his eyes flutter closed as his nose scrunches. After a few seconds he opens them, handing you the straw and taking the glass tray so you can partake. Leaning down you mirror his actions, also scrunching your nose at the uncomfortable feeling.
He places the paraphernalia back on the coffee table in front of him, and grabs your hips pulling them down onto his aching cock. Losing your patience you climb off of him and discard the rest of your clothing.
“Eager are we baby?” Josh chuckles following suit and removing his jeans and underwear. Feeling the effects of the blow your jaw drops at the sight of his cock. It's pretty. He's thick and pulsing, the head flushed a deep red. Your slick threatening to drip down your thigh, you place yourself back into his lap. His cock slips in between your wet folds as you grind his head against your clit.
Throwing his head back he moans,” God your pussy's just drenching me.”
After a few more minutes of grinding he's begging you to let him in. You grab him hot in your hand and line him up with your entrance.
‘Go slow Angel, stretch that tight cunt for me.”
The feeling of him in you was indescribable, euphoria tingling within your body. He felt so good. After a few minutes of bouncing he lifted you off of him.
“Wanna switch, put your ass up for me.”
You did as you were told, leaning your forearms down onto his green couch. He shuddered when he ran the tip of his cock through your slick again. You were so turned on you weren't sure if you had ever been so wet, it was all over your thighs.
Softly he nudges his way back in you, his sensitive head nestled against your g spot. His hips drive forward and you yelp at the sensation. Everything is so intense and pleasurable, you weren't sure if you'd ever had sex this good before. With his rhythmic push and pull of his cock against your special spot you felt that familiar feeling bubbling up in your stomach.A man had never made you cum before, especially not with just his cock.
“Josh, I'm getting close. I'm - I'm gonna cum.”
“Cum for me Y/N. Fuck, do I wanna feel it.”
You were in disbelief at how alive this sinful specimen of a man could make you feel.
Your high came crashing down on you as you clenched and fluttered around his cock. You gushed and gushed as he abused your insides.
You could hear grunts of praise as he fucked you through it,” Angel. I'm gonna cum. Are you on the pill baby?”
“Uhhuh!”
“Can I cum inside love?”
“Please Josh, ruin me!”
He gripped your hips even tighter, pounding into your tight heat. You felt him get even harder, swelling inside of you before spurting his warm cum painting your insides.
“Fuck! Fuck I'm still cumming,” he gasps out.
You could feel him throbbing and twitching pumping out small dribbles of cum as his orgasm dwindled.
Once he catches his breath he pulls out gently. You stay still propped up on your arms and knees .
“Just sit down love, we already ruined the upholstery.”
You chuckled, settling back down on the cushions, you laid your head on Josh's shoulder as you came down from all of your highs.
Josh pulls you into his body, eager for some skin to skin contact, “Oh to be young in the night, huh?”
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Hot Stuff
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Nico Hischier x Latina!Reader
Synop: y/n and friends go out to a 80s theme night club because why not.
cw: drinking
a/n: this is very “cheesy”, very movie magic, does not happen in real life
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You were dressed in boot cut jeans with black booties and a satin button up blouse, with the top buttons unbuttoned.
“Do I or do I not look hot?” Your friend walks into your room posing in her 80s themed skimpy outfit.
“You look hot.” You say with lack of emotion as you zipped up your boots.
“Wow thanks I really believed you there.” She nudges your shoulder and looks at both of your reflections in the mirror.
“I look hot. You look hot. So cheer up and let’s go to the kitchen, everyone is taking pre gamers!” She hugs your shoulders tightly before joining the rest outside.
“I’m not drinking tonight!” she was long gone to hear. You weren’t much the drinker, other nights you would participate but tonight seemed better sober.
You walk out to the kitchen to see everyone in their get up and truth be told everyone did look hot.
“Cmon y/n/n! Take at least one shot!”
“Yeah how do you expect to dance tonight without being intoxicated?”
One of your friends was right, to dance to 80s jams without any alcohol in your system seemed futile.
“Alright,” You swished the drink down and the Uber was ready to pick you guys up.
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To your surprise the club had a lot more people than first to be expected. There were many madona blondes and Michael Jackson thrillers. It was the month of October, so in a way tonight was kind of a Halloween celebration.
As soon as you and your friends walked in, one dragged all of you to the bar, swiftly ordering tonight’s meal.
So much for not drinking, because before you knew it you’re three beers in, starting to feel inebriated, dancing your heart out with friends to Hot Stuff by Donna Summers.
“I need some hot stuff baby tonight!” Your friend screams.
“I need some hot stuff baby this evening!” You scream.
Screaming horribly pitched singing and dancing but having the time of your life in this moment. You and your friend laugh at your guy’s antics.
“I’m gonna get a beer! You want something?” You yell
“I’m good!”
As much fun and liberating dancing is, it’s a goddam workout. Surely alcohol will keep you hydrated.
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“I’ve never seen Top Gun.” Nico stares at Jack whose holding a green aviator jumpsuit for him. An exact replica of what’s he’s wearing with a white t-shirt under and sunglasses propped on his head.
“I know but we will look cool together, like maverick and goose.”
“What the hell is a maverick?”
“Just put the suit on.” Jack throws the suit towards Nico and pushes him to change.
Nico walks out twining like his teammate, with his sunglasses on.
“Hell yeah, I’m maverick and your goose.” Jack says all excited.
“Okay.” Nico states blandly.
“We’ll watch the movie after tonight so you can understand. Now let’s go and boogie.”
“Should’ve watched it before tonight” Nico murmured.
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Nico wasn’t one to go out and dance, especially not a decades theme dance. But here he is standing in the corner of the club because his friend dragged him to dress up as pilots. When he first walked in he admired everyone’s costumes and understood most 80s references, the music on the other hand was interesting to say the least
It’s 80s music, it’s hard to not stomp to the beat. Jack was somewhere else, probably talking to one of the madonas in the building, and Nico just people watching while sipping his drink.
Then the beat of the music started to kick up and his eyes caught on two girls dancing and singing the lyrics of the song. He couldn’t help but laugh at the site, not in a bad way but in awe as he saw people having fun. Maybe he should have fun tonight too.
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As the bartender brings you another beer, Donna’s melody comes to an end and the classic slow song of the 80s begins.
“…my foolish lover's game,” you mouth to sing along right before you take a swig.
You turn to see couple gathered at the floor swaying to the music and you couldn’t help to sway as well, it really is something about 80s music!
Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say
You decide to people watch as you cater your glass bottle and your eyes land a pair of brown eyes across the room as the chorus lands.
Take my breath away
You and this annoyingly handsome man who is ironically dressed in an aviator outfit, hold eye contact as the chorus ends.
You being the first to break eye contact, turn to the bar and talk to yourself, “what the hell was that.”
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That was weird, Nico thinks to himself. He didn’t notice as he was people watching, his eyes followed on one of the girls that were dancing to the bar.
They held eye contact what seemed like forever with the slow song blasting through the room. Nico hiccups his beverage and looks to find Jack.
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One of your friends finds you at the bar,
“All these couples make me gross and sad for being single.” She leans her head on your shoulder.
“I think I fell in love with an aviator.” You yell calmly.
“Huh?” You’re drunken friend asks
“Like from Top Gun, I don’t know if he was maverick or goose but what just happened was too real to ignore.” You say looking forward replaying the moment back and forth in your head.
“We’ll where is he!?”
You quickly turn around to see if he’s still there but he’s gone now. You scan the dark room for his green jumpsuit but to no avail.
“He’s gone now.” You thought to yourself maybe you imagined things.
“Wait I see him!” Your petite friend points out an aviator but it’s not him.
“That’s not him, he was taller.” You sulk
Then the other half pops into view, the maverick you held eyes with taps on goose’s shoulder to talk with and again makes eye contact with you and they both look in your direction.
“They’re looking at you.” You’re friend whispers as if they could heard across the loud room.
“I know.” You grit and make a gesture to the boys to follow you off side the dance floor.
“Follow me,” you demand as you drag your short friend to meet the men.
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“Hi ladies” the shorter aviator says as he styles his sunglasses on top his hair.
You and your maverick still continue this unofficial game of holding eye contact and observing one another’s style and presence.
“Yours guy’s costumes are so cute.” You drunken-tired friend says, making you lose this round of the game.
“Yeah let me guess, are you goose and he’s maverick?” You ask the dark blonde
He’s taken back as he stutters to correct you, “actually I’m mav and he’s goose, it’s not oficial or anything.” He mutters the last part.
Your mouth makes an O shape to understand but kept to yourself that the man directly in front of you looked more like a maverick than a goose.
“Y/n Im gonna find the girls, I think the night is coming to an end, at least for me.” She covers up her yawn
“Okay I’ll be there in a bit.” She leaves you with the duo
“I’m y/n by the way” you extend your hand to your maverick, curious of his name.
“I’m Nico” he shook your hand softly but noticed your strong grip.
Both of you stand in awe in one another, rethinking of the eye contact and the tension across the busy room.
A forced cough could be heard, “yeah I’m Jack.” A quick second passed before you turned to acknowledge the blonde, “hi” you swiftly say before locking eyes again with Nico.
Jack stands beside you two with googling eyes, “Okay then, I’m gonna go back to the dance floor.”
No one heard Jack’s dismissal.
“That song, the song we made eye contact with, a bit ironic isn’t it?” You ask looking up at the gorgeous man.
“Why is it ironic?”
You started to slightly panic, “because you’re dressed as a pilot from Top Gun, are you not?”
“Oh yeah I guess I am. Is the song in the movie?” Nico tilted his head in curiosity
“The song is the movie. You never seen Top Gun?” You ask in bewilderment
“No, jack made me dress like this to match him. I still don’t know what a maverick is.” He laughs nervously
“Maverick is the nickname for the main character, essentially. You should watch the movie, it’s good.”
“Maybe we could watch it together” Nico shyly but boldly says as he scratches the back of his neck
You were stunned at his boldness but didn’t let it show. A smile crept up on your face and you nod your head, “I would love to see it with you.”
a/n: lazy ending but I tried.
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Santa, Daddy
Paring: Chris Evans x Reader
Word count: 3K
Summary: Thanks to a bet with Scott, you are Santa’s Helper for the night.
Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. Consequences of a bet, Christmas party, suggestive outfit, drinking, getting wasted, continued flirting, dirty Christmas list (sex toys), suggestion of anal, oral (f receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) Daddy kink, Good girl kink, breast play, copious cum, praise, dirty talk.
A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.
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“I triple dog dare you.”
You rolled your eyes as Scott ‘oohed’ at his own dare.
“There are kids in there, Scott!”
“As soon as Chris passes out the presents, they are going to be going home to get in bed for the real Santa. No young minds corrupted..”
Scott was too sure of himself.
You peeked out to the living room where Chris was holding court with the Evans and Capuano clan children. He looked perfect, the padded Santa suit, wig and beard complimenting his pale complexion. And the voice. He was a good actor.
Meanwhile, you were standing in Chris’s bedroom, staring at a box on the bed which contained something his brother, (who was also your first best friend in Boston) ordered for you. You looked down at the skimpy Santa’s little helper costume and bit your lip.
It was all going to be on display out there.
“You owe me one, unless you’re too chickenshit…”
“Fuck you Evans. I’ll do it, but not until the minors are gone.”
“Thank you for honoring your bet. You said you’d serve my drinks, anytime, anywhere, when we bet on the game.”
You shook your head. You had been shitfaced when you came over to Chris’ house for the Patriots-Giants game in August. You didn’t think an innocent bet would cost this much.
“I hate you Scott.”
“I love you too, now I want to see that body ody ody.”
“Shut the fuck up. And get out.”
“Alright. I’ll text you when the kids are gone.”
You looked at yourself in one of Chris’s many mirrors. You weren’t ashamed of your body, and while you weren’t shitfaced just yet, you were mellow enough to not have any of your normal body image issues.
The bathroom was full of the smell of Chris. As you inhaled the scent of him, you thought about the fact that Scott always accused you and Chris of having a thing for each other.
It was ridiculous.
Just because you and Chris shared long looks, you always leaned your head on his shoulder and clutched his arm when you were watching a movie, and yes, he always gave you a forehead kiss goodnight when you left his house but that meant nothing.
There was nothing to Scott’s accusation, except for the fact that you were gone on Chris and wanted to fuck his brains out.
But you knew what happened to the women he brought around. You never saw them again. You didn’t want to lose your friends. Fucking Chris wasn’t worth it. Even if you did have feelings for him.
You turned back to the box on the bed, feeling a different kind of way about wearing the outfit therein.
30 minutes later, five minutes after Scott texted you, you came out of Chris’s bedroom in the outfit.
Scott and company whistled, clapped and stomped their feet when you emerged as Chris stripped off the hat, wig, and beard. When he saw you walking over to the bar with your ass practically all the way out, Chris’s mouth hinged open.
You looked at him over your shoulder and Chris took it as an invitation.
“The bar is open.”
You announced it, and Chris thought that it was a sign. He sauntered over, still in the padded red suit.
You batted your eyes at him as he approached.
“Aren’t you just Santa’s little helper?”
You smiled.
“What would you like, Chris?”
The bet was service with a smile, so you were playing nice. Scott was eagle eyeing you and Chris from across the room.
Chris licked his lips wolfishly.
“I’m not going to say what I’d like, but I’ll have a vodka cranberry right now.”
You served it up while Chris blatantly ogled you. You weren’t mad at him. You tried to keep your mind pure and didn’t flirt as you worked.
“Scott came up with a good bet this time. It seems like we all won.”
Chris’s eyes moved from your black platform high heeled boots with the fur to your barely there black-laced teddy showcasing your apple bottom, to your red hat hanging jauntily off your mountain of hair.
“Holy shit, you’re so hot...”
Chris’s blue eyes tried to capture you as you drank and you pushed away from him and the bar as Scott beckoned you over. You tossed Chris another look over your shoulder as you took Scott a beer.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Wonder what else you can take?”
Chris said it half to himself but he saw your smirk in response.
Chris played Santa for a while longer, hosting friends on his lap and asking what they wanted for Christmas. You played helper, standing beside them for pictures. Your turn was last. You looked at Chris’s wide open legs and thanked whatever god was in heaven.
“What do you want for Christmas, little girl?”
You sat on Chris’s lap, as demurely as you could, your ass on one of his large thighs. You knew that you were getting hot and wet by sitting this close to his dick, and you could swear that you could feel it on your leg. You kept trying to scoot off of it, but Chris grabbed you closer. You narrowed your eyes and he grinned as you became sure of what he was doing.
Okay, he wanted to play. You would play.
“Well, SantaChris, I either want a good Daddy with a thick dick or a new purple deep thrusting wand so I can get off. Haven’t had good dick in a while.”
Everyone was busy getting wasted and you were speaking low, so no one heard what you said.
Chris didn’t think you’d come like that. He gulped.
“Uh… ummmm. I- I- I think I can manage that. Deep thrusting you say?”
You managed your best innocent look and batted your eyes up at him. You felt his cock swell on your leg.
“Yes. I like it hard, deep, and rough. Can I also ask for a new vibrating butt plug?”
You tapped your hand on your chin and looked at him questioningly. Chris eyes were dilated and his mouth was open.
“Fuck yeah.”
He practically moaned, then cleared his throat.
“I mean, yes, little girl. Have you been good?”
You smiled at Chris and then leaned in, swerving to his ear as he puckered up for a kiss.
“Well Santa, that's for my Daddy to decide.”
Your sultry whisper made Chris’ brain short circuit and you were up off his lap before he could grab you and take you into his room.
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Chris was thankful for the padding in the Santa suit; he walked around for the rest of the night with his cock hard. He always knew you were gorgeous, thick and seemingly soft in just the right places. He knew that body was banging. When he had to jack off, it was frequently to you and after tonight, there was no other choice.
The problem was that Chris didn’t want to ruin the friendship. You were fine, but you were also smart and funny and if he risked hitting on you seriously, you might disappear. You were worth more to him than those random hookups.
As a result, he relished movie nights, ogling you from across the room, and your drunken debates with Scott. Kissing you on the forehead after a fun night with the homies was the closest he came to admitting his feelings.
One day, he promised himself.
But here you were tonight, Christmas Eve, wrapped up seemingly just for him. And the presents you asked for! Surely that was an invitation, right? Or were you just fucking with him?
Damn, he wished you’d fuck with him.
For the rest of the evening, you and Chris did this dance. Literally for your friends’ cameras and private IG accounts when you hammed it up to some christmas music, and figuratively as you two eye fucked each other from afar, your usual cadence knocked into overdrive.
Chris’s Santa outfit came off, bit by bit, until he was in a wife beater, suspenders and the huge red pants and boots as he partied with his friends.
He was walking around, holding his crotch and acting like a frat boy, as he does, and you were loose, giving people lapdances while staring at Chris. The energy was on a thousand as the night ended.
You announced that you were changing while Scott and his boyfriend waited for you. You, them, and Chris were the last four people in his house.
“Do me a favor. Both of you walk your asses to the kitchen and drink at least 12 ounces of water before we leave. I want to see you start sobering up, now.”
“I’m not too wasted, Scotty. My dick is still hard.”
Chris grabbed himself through the red velvet and you giggled as he followed you into the kitchen to get some bottles of water.
Chris watched your mouth wrap around the water bottle.
“Fuck! I want those lips around my cock.”
He practically yelled it as you sputtered your water and coughed.
“What?”
Chris was staring at you.
“What?” He looked at you questioningly. “Oh shit, did I say that out loud?”
The door closed in the living room and you went to see that Scott and his guy were gone.
“Yes, you practically yelled it, and now Scott thinks we’re trying to get busy!”
You went to the door to see Scott’s taillights.
“There goes my ride.”
You stepped to Chris and glared up at him, hands on your bare hips.
“Fuck you Chris, you better get me an Uber!”
Your finger was in his face and Chris stared at you.
“Yes, and no.”
His voice was extra deep and menacing.
“What the hell?”
“I’ll take you up on the first and say no to the second. I’d fuck you in a minute, and I don’t want you to leave.”
Chris stepped to you.
“You feel the same, yeah?”
You tried to step back, but Chris followed you.
“You’re being ridiculous, Christopher.”
You crossed your arms and cocked your hip, not realizing that it enhanced your curves. Chris looked down and licked those cherry red lips. He caught you staring and gave you a sexy side smile.
“Am I? See something you like, Beautiful?”
Your eyes met his and that was a mistake. He saw the emotion in yours and you felt like jello as his deep voice began to rumble through you.
“You want a Daddy to fuck you hard and rough and deep, in all your holes? Did I hear you right?”
He was closer than close now, and your hands were on his chest now, your brain telling you to push him away, but your pussy making you feel up his pecs. You shook your head no.
“A thick Daddy.”
Chris looked up at the ceiling.
“Ohhhh. A thick Daddy.”
You stared at his Adam's apple and wanted to suck it. Chris took one of your hands in his and brought it down to his crotch. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you held his hard, throbbing length.
“That thick enough?”
You whimpered as Chris’s mouth crashed on yours. The kiss was intense, and your mouth was claimed by one of your best friends. Your mind emptied of all thought as Chris’s hands went everywhere on your body, everywhere his eyes had been all night.
“Do you want this?”
You didn’t expect Chris to pull away, but he did, needing to verify your want before he let years of anticipation loose.
“Absolutely.”
Your smile was upside down as Chris threw you over your shoulder and took you back into his bedroom. You were thrown on the bed as Chris reached for his suspenders and disrobed down to his boxer briefs. You licked your lips at the story his stiff cock was telling through his garments and unconsciously let your legs fall open.
Chris fell to his knees and immediately pushed his nose into you, sniffing and giving your pussy pecks through the sequined material.
“Good god, I’ve wanted this forever,” Chris told you as his hands moved up your legs to your thighs, to grasp the crotch of your outfit and tear it.
“Hey!”
“I need to determine if you’re a good girl or not. I’ll get you another outfit, if you want one.”
You leaned up to watch Chris start to devour your cunt with that mouth, tongue collecting your liquid and mouth slurping; it was like a dehydrated man drinking from a fountain.
All the while he kept eye contact until you couldn’t do it anymore. You grabbed his hair, threw your head back, closed your eyes, and moaned as you came into his mouth. Chris brought his thick fingers up to fuck you through it and the prolonged orgasm knocked your flat on your back.
“Mmmmmm. A very, very, very, very, good girl you are.”
You opened your eyes to the sensation of the head of Chris’s cock at your entrance as he tore the rest of your outfit off you. He grabbed your breasts as he slid slowly inside your generous wetness, your face a silent, erotic scream at the stretch.
“Looks like it’s thick enough. Good. Girl. Good fucking girl.”
Chris rolled your nipples and you arched into his hands as he rotated his hips, then slowly pulled out and then in again, fucking you thouroughly, deeply, but slowly.
“Ohhhhhhh. Shit. Dadddyyyyy!!!”
You started gasping for breath at the sensations you were feeling.
“That’s it. Only ever imagined that face as I gave you this cock. Fuck. Reality is so much better than my mind and hand. So fucking tight for me. Taking me so well.”
Chris looked down at your cunt clenching down around him, and the cream you were giving him.
“Suchhhh a fucking good girl.”
He looked back up again.
“And those tits.”
He started pounding even harder and your tits started bouncing.
Your only response was his name.
“Chris!”
“Oh my god this is heaven.”
When his thumb went to flick your clit, was when you lost it all around him again. Chris held your hips and continued to fuck you deep and hard through your orgasm. He held on as you shuddered around him, eyes dilated, and mouth open. You pulsed again as he spit on your clit and rubbed it into your sensitive flesh. He looked up at you. Those blues were piercing.
“Mine.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Shhhhiittttt!”
Chris’s eyes rolled and his rhythm sped up a bit as he almost lost control at your words but he stopped and gathered himself together, letting you both feel the pounding of your cock together. Then he pulled out. He twisted your nipple with one hand and stroked his wet dick with another.
“You are so fucking hot. This cock is ruined for you.”
His voice was so sweet.
“Let me suck my juices off, Daddy.”
Chris’s eyes went wide and his hand seemed to blur as he stroked his cock faster. He twisted your nipple hard, then smacked it.
“No, fuck…. Shit…. no, I’d cum down your throat…”
You had him out of control as you sat up.
“If you want to, Daddy.”
You licked your lips in front of him, but you didn’t move, just stared up with those eyes.
“Holy shit, I want to, fuckkkk, I really wanna, but I’m gonna finish inside you tonight. Turn the fuck around, lemme see that ass. Gotta get a condom…”
“No you don't, Daddy. I have an IUD.”
Chris growled.
“Fucking perfect… on your knees.”
“So goddam beautiful…”
You presented your ass to him and his throbbing member was quickly at your entrance. He sank inside you to the hilt, then grabbed your hair. He leaned down to your ear.
“You like it rough?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Hang on.”
Chris drew back, almost completely out of you, then, he starting fucking you. Hard. Deep. Thorough. It was everything you wanted and needed.
“Oh myyyy….Gooood Godddddd!”
You were cumming almost immediately and Chris slapped your ass.
“Shit, this feels so…Ummmmmmm! I can’t…. I can’t stop now.”
He started getting sloppy and you knew he was right there with you.
But you had to ask.
“Can I cum, Daddy???”
Your whiny baby voice pushed him over the edge.
“Absofuckinglutely. My good fucking girllllll!”
Chris emptied so much cum into you that it started leaking out and down your legs as you collapsed on the bed, Chris still inside you. You were still shaking and vibrating as he held you tight, kissing the back of your neck.
“Shit, Chris…”
You couldn’t stop trembling. He held you tighter and pulled the comforter over both of you, half unmaking the bed.
“I know, darlin’. So so good. Damn. Why haven’t we done this sooner?”
He really couldn’t think of a good reason.
“Friendship…”
You were slipping over the edge of consciousness.
“Oh yeah, that. Yeah. Don’t wanna be your friend anymore. You gotta be my girl...”
Chris’s voice was sleepy too.
“Haha….you’re funny…”
You giggled and fell asleep, listening to Chris snore as he softened inside you.
The next morning, you woke up, sunlight slicing through your eyelids and your head. You groaned and rolled over, immediately realizing what happened. You looked around for Chris, who was gone.
You gingerly got up and went to the bathroom, starting the shower to get cleaned up. You were dreading facing him. He was probably just waiting for you to be done to call the Uber.
When you stepped out of the bathroom, he was there, handing you a robe, some aspirin, and some water.
He kissed you on the forehead.
“Merry Christmas!”
You were reticent and replied a subdued “Merry Christmas” in return.
He sighed and shook his head, smiling at you.
“Don’t even overthink it. Yes, we did that, and yes, I said that.”
Chris raised his eyebrow at you.
“Now are you ready to stop fucking around and do this thing?”
You sipped your water and pretended to think as you took the aspirin.
“Well it is Christmas. And it seems my wish has come true.”
You smiled wide and Chris let out a breath.
“Good. Now let me cross that wand off your list. No need for that ever again.”
“That remains to be seen.”
“Well then, be a good girl and don’t close your eyes.”
Chris grabbed the tie of your robe and led you back into the shower.
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