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writerpetals · 5 months

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too hot, hot damn | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

“Can you stop doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Licking that popsicle like that.”

You blink at your best friend while feigning innocence as to what in the hell he is talking about. All you are doing is enjoying a watermelon flavored popsicle on this scorching hot day - it doesn’t help you have no AC - and he wants to stare at you while questioning your methods of enjoying a favorite frozen treat.

“I’m just eating a popsicle.”

To say he is sensitive is an understatement. He is far too horny for his own good, getting worked up over the littlest of things from lack of sex in the past year, and yeah, maybe you are sucking the popsicle in inappropriate ways because you know he is staring and it will get him going, but so what?

“No, you’re practically deep throating it, and, ugh…” He throws his hands up, looking the other way as the two of you sit on the balcony of your apartment, with the slight breeze blowing on your faces to cool you off just enough with that delicious popsicle to your lips.

“No, I’m eating it.” He looks over at you as you speak, just in time to see your lips circle the tip of the icy dessert, before allowing it to disappear into your mouth, almost to the end.

“Fuck…” he whines, leaning his head back, seconds from stomping his feet like a child, “that’s not fair.”

“What? Do you want a popsicle, too? I have plenty.” Now, you’re just messing with him. It’s clear to the both of you from the smirk on your face.

“No! I don’t want a-nevermind.”

“Hey…” You call for him, causing him to look over once again to your tongue now swirling the tip of the popsicle before slowly sliding it into your mouth again.

“You know what, fuck you.” He is seconds from getting up from his chair to leave you on the balcony when you burst into a fit of giggles. “What’s so funny? Do my frustrations seem humorous to you?”

“A little.” You shrug. “But if you wanted some best friend head, you could just ask for it.”

“What, really?” His eyes widen, trying to see if you are serious, or just messing with him again.

“Sure.” You are serious. He is cute. Cute enough for head, at least. Maybe more, and you would be lying if you said you never thought about it. Plus, you know he will want to return the favor, and you would love nothing more than to have that mouth on your body.

“Like, actual blow job head?”

“Is there any other kind?” You hold your hand up just as he opens his mouth. “Don’t answer that. Now, do you want your cock in my mouth or not?”

“God, yes, please…”

You smirk at his desperate tone, looking over the railing of the balcony to realize it will be nearly impossible for anyone to spot you from such an angle, and even if they do, what’s a little harmless oral for your best friend?

Just as you stand from your seat, you look at the melting popsicle in your hand, then back at him staring at you with an eager expression, before getting what might be a bad, yet incredibly fun idea.

You make your way to him, kneeling in front of his lap with your knees pressed into the concrete of the balcony and him already unbuttoning his pants. A second later he pulls his thick cock out for you, half aroused and growing, causing you to lick your lips before reaching to grip him gently with one hand. A groan from his chest hits your ears, giving you the courage to do what you do next, and press the tip of the popsicle to the tip of his cock, swirling it around to coat the flesh in a sweet, sticky layer, before leaning in to lick the remains with your tongue.

You hear him hiss as your mouth makes contact and he thrusts his hips up just enough to cause more of his length to enter, but you don’t mind, finding it hot the noises he makes and the taste of the popsicle mixed with just him.

You bob your head up and down, sucking gently and eventually dropping the popsicle from your hands to melt in a messy puddle on the ground. With your hand already gripping him, you begin pumping up and down as your tongue circles his tip over and over, earning deep groans and breathy moans from him in return. His hands eventually find themselves in your hair to get the best view of your mouth pleasuring him, with you making sure to look up at him every now and then to lock eyes if only to drive him wild at the erotic sight. Your mouth full of his cock, sucking him off, drawing him closer to pure bliss, and looking enticing to him as you do it.

“Fuck…” he hisses, “your mouth feels so fucking good.” You know he means it, lost in the pleasure after not having any physical contact with anyone in so long and loving how you already know how to handle his hard, needy cock.

You continue focusing on the head, with your hand pleasuring his length and you suck lightly, then harder, and back again, gaining desperate thrusts of his hips and causing him to pull your hair tight. You can feel yourself growing needy, aching between your legs from having him in your mouth, wanting nothing more than to finish him so he can return the favor.

“I’m-I’m… fuck…” He can’t find the words to let you know he is coming, losing all control of his senses as you suck him to bliss, bobbing your head and pumping the rest of his length with your hand. Suddenly, you feel him release into your mouth. Hot drops of his cum spill over your tongue as his head tilts back and he sucks in air, holding it until he begins coming down again.

Pulling away and swallowing, you look up at him with a grin on your lips, knowing he has been waiting a long time for that and not knowing what to do with himself now that he has gotten it.

“Better?” You chuckle, wiping away any fluids from your mouth as you ask. All he can do is raise his head to look at you, nodding for a moment before dropping it back down.

You were about to make your way to the bathroom to clean up, standing and turning to make your way inside, before you felt a strong grip on your wrist to stop you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You turn back to look at him, clearly calm and collected, and staring up at you with raised brows.

“Inside…”

“I’m not done with you.” With that, he stands to push you toward the railing of the balcony, before lowering himself to his knees to begin tugging on the button of your shorts. As he pulls down your zipper, then hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, he looks up at you with a cocky grin. “It’s my turn to taste you.”

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writerpetals · 5 months

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clean up on aisle 3 | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

// this smut is so stupid y'all lmfaoo but go ahead and read it if you want to have a laugh at my old writing haha

How could someone be so careless? You find yourself asking as you stare at the mess before you. Twenty bottles of cheap, grocery store wine broken on the floor, glass scattered about and soon to be a sticky mess beneath your feet.

“How could you let this happen?” You eye the newbie worker, crossing your arms over your chest with a snarl on your face as you ask. You don’t mean to be so harsh towards the boy, and the way he stutters and mumbles makes you almost feel sorry for him as he shrugs his shoulders.

“I-I don’t know,” he pouts. Okay, you feel a lot sorry for him. “I was just mopping and my butt… and the display… and-”

“Shh,” you hush him before he gets a chance to talk in muttered circles, hearing the loud, angry footsteps of the store manager turning the corner of the aisle the two of you are on to make his way toward you.

“But-”

“Just, stop talking,” you order him through clenched teeth, sporting the fakest smile you can possibly muster in the moment.

“What’s this?” With a hand on his hip, and another motioning towards the mess on the floor, the grumpy manager stares the two of you down. Sweat beads on his forehead as you try not to stare, but you knew he was pissed off the moment he heard the crash. Or, so you guess. “Did you do this?”

Shit. The manager is about to lay into him. You turn to look at your co-worker, with his wide eyes and pouting lips, asking yourself how could someone be so careless, yet so, so cute. Not that the two coincide, but the expression spread on his face can’t stop your mind from wandering to such meaningless questions.

“Well, sir…” he begins, voice trembling as he stares back like a deer in headlights. You can’t let him go down like this. The poor boy just got the job, and you know he is trying to pay his way through college.

“It was my fault!” You chime in, raising your chin and taking full blame. Like him, you too are trying to pay your way through school, and rent, on a minimum wage grocery store job, but you know your boss will go easier on you than he will this clumsy cutie standing next to you.

“Your fault?” The manager frowns.

“I came to get him to clean up some water I spilled at my register and I bumped into this display case.” You giggle, like a nervous school girl trying to get out of detention. “It’s just been one of those days. I’m so sorry.”

“Really?” His eyes narrow.

“Really, sir…” you sigh, noticing the newbie keeping extra quiet, hoping the manager believes it. You don’t blame him.

“Okay…” The boss’ arms fall to his side, causing you to release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Clean this up. And this is coming out of your paycheck.”

“Yes sir.” You try to hide your disappointment. Twenty bottles of cheap grocery store wine is still nearly half your paycheck for two weeks. There goes your part of the rent. Your roommate is going to be pissed.

Your boss turns away from the two of you just in time to miss you glaring at him, nostrils flaring and a hand threatening to slap some coordination into the boy.

“Thanks…” he whispers, lowering his eyes and all you can do is shake your head and make your way to your register.

How could someone be so careless?

“Half my paycheck,” you groan, scanning the items of the customer before you angrily, not realizing if you aren’t more careful, you are going to have to pay for more than that. “Half my paycheck!” You huff, punching the numbers for the fruit the customer is purchasing into the register with angry fingers, wishing it was your co-worker’s face instead.

“A-are you alright?” You turn to the little old lady just wanting to buy her groceries in peace, forcing a smile that is clearly faker than the Christmas decorations collecting dust at the store front.

“I’m fine.” Sighing, you try to control your anger enough to cash the lady out, taking the money from her little, shaking hands before she grabs her cart and high tails it out of there. “Damn it…” You curse, looking at the huge clock at the front of the store to see it read 4:59. Break time.

You quickly untie your red uniform apron from behind your back, beginning to set it down over the conveyer just as you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

“Uh, hey…” The newbie. Perfect. Just the person you were trying to avoid, turning to see his head low and shoulders lower, obviously carrying the guilt of you taking the blame for his screw up. And obviously your heart isn’t going to let you be so hard on him for it.

“Hey.” You nibble on your bottom lip from the awkwardness.

“Thanks again for taking the blame.” He rubs the back of his neck with a timid hand, voice just as low as his head. “I thought for sure I was getting fired.”

“It’s fine.” You shrug. It wasn’t fine, but shit happens. He is sweet, so it makes taking the blame all the easier. “Just, be careful next time, okay?”

“Sure,” he replies, nodding. “Can I show you something?”

“Um,” you hesitate, jaw dropping, “the last time a boy asked that was in the fourth grade and it did not go well.”

“It’s nothing weird,” he chuckles, “just, come with me.” He motions with a nod of his head towards the back, with you pausing for a moment with narrowed eyes, before deciding to follow him.

“It better not be anything weird,” you warn him, repeating his words as the two of you make your way down the pasta aisle before he pushes the two swinging double doors open to enter the hallway where you would have normally gone for your break.

“In here.” He turns, grinning while opening the door to the refrigerated storage room, hand extending to signal you to go in.

Your head tilts to the side, eyebrow cocked and looking at him as if he is out of his mind. “What could possibly be in there?”

“Just-” He begins moving his hands faster, motioning for you to enter as you shuffled inside.

“It’s cold.” Shivering, you wrap your arms tight around your body as he closes the door behind the two of you. For a storage space, it isn’t that big, being surrounded by mountains of boxes and shelves all around. What on earth was this boy thinking? ”So?”

“It’s a fridge. It’s supposed to be cold.” Grinning, he leans against the door, arms folded over his chest and a cocky, raised brow to match. “And I brought you in here because I wanted to thank you.”

“You already thanked me.” You roll your eyes, hands sliding up and down your arms to warm yourself, watching him come closer with the devilish smirk on his lips that chill you more than that storage room ever could. “Don’t make me regret being nice to you.”

“I want to show how much I appreciate it.” He is merely inches from you now, looking down with his lips parted, eyes bouncing from your mouth to your hesitant gaze and back again. “If you'll let me.”

His voice suddenly deepens as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine that is definitely not from the coldness of the fridge. You open your mouth to speak, but close it just as fast, not knowing how to respond to this new tone of his.

But you don't need to respond, giving him an opportunity to lean forward with your silence, pressing his lips to yours for just a taste to send another wave of something a bit warmer through your body. Cheeks burning and hands clenching at your sides, you freeze, watching him pull away, grin just as cocky before it fades beneath licked, glistening lips.

“So?” He mimics you, tone teasing with his question, waiting on you to make the next move if you dare to go there with him.

And you do, of course, reaching up to wrap a hand around his neck, pulling him against your mouth much more desperate this time, knowing you only have fifteen minutes to decide if you want to make this huge mistake with him. Sure, there are risks of getting caught with the cute new employee, but his mouth on your body feels too good to care. It’s not like you haven’t fantasized about this exact thing while restocking display cases or checking out customers that don’t give you the time of day.

His hands find your hips, pushing you to the nearest stack of boxes filled with who knows what, before his fingers fumble with the buttons on your baby blue blouse. Without words, you both make your mind up that the risk is well worth the reward, and maybe the risk is a bit of the fun, too.

“We don't have much time,” you warn him, disappointment obvious in your voice, wishing this wasn't how your first and hopefully not last, time with him goes.

“Shh,” he hushes you between peppering kisses all along your jaw, just like you did to him before when words were only getting in the way. The opening in the front of your shirt chills your body, sending goosebumps to form all along your skin and you know in part it has to do with his hands caressing over your lacy, black bra covering your breasts, thumbing your hardened nipples.

His mouth lowers to your neck, suckling lightly on your skin every so often, causing you to release quiet moans while tugging in the buttons to his pants. He does the same, slipping his hands down your body to unfasten your jeans, slipping them to your thighs for you to kick off your feet in a hurry as well as your shoes, creating a messy pile on the floor.

You sit before him, opened shirt and matching underwear, feeling his eyes all over every ounce of skin that you bare, noticing him bite his lip as he reaches into his pocket for a small, shiny wrapper.

“Why do you have that in your pocket?” You frown, but continue unzipping his pants to take note of the thick bulge in his white boxer-briefs. “Am I not the first cashier girl you’ve hooked up with? Is this like a thing you do?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that.” he chuckles shyly. “It’s a long story. I’ll explain later. Take off your panties.”

“How romantic…”

Actually, you have to admit you find it pretty hot the way this younger boy orders you around. In any other setting, you could get used to this. But now you’re in a rush, and he is impatient, taking hold of your underwear at the hips and tugging them down your legs to join the rest of your clothes on the floor.

Instantly he groans at the sight, causing you to become nearly embarrassed with your thighs parted for him, giving the perfect view. You know it’s no time to be modest, watching the way he licks his lips as his hand slips between your legs, fingers testing the waters with a brush against your slit.

“Oh…” you exhale, finding his gentleness nice even in the rush the both of you are in. The pad of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in careful motions to begin with, before he sticks the condom between his teeth, lips cocking in a grin while his eyes darting up to meet yours. His second hand lowers beneath the first, a single finger circling your entrance before easing inside.

A gasp fills the storage room as you close your eyes, taking in this new pleasure he offers and not being able to stop your hips from rocking against his hands. He continues circling your clit before slipping another finger inside of you, relaxing your body for him so he can fill you with bliss.

But he can't have all the fun, you realize, eyes fluttering open while reaching for the band of his boxers, slipping the material down to expose his arousal, hard and needy and begging to be touched. You grip him, softly at first, enjoying how hot his flesh is in your hand to mix with the chilled atmosphere. Caressing up his length to run a thumb over the tip, you earn a surprised groan in return from deep within his chest.

“Hurry,” you rush him with a breathy whisper, feeling his hands leave your body before ripping the foil wrapper open. You wrap your arms around his neck as he slides the condom down his length before positioning himself at your entrance, with you desperately pulling his lips down to yours as he eases himself inside. A moan from him vibrates against the kiss, causing your whole body to tremble while feeling him enter you, slow, and deep.

You pull him closer, whimpering his name and parting your legs farther for him, allowing him to pull out and thrust back in with ease to send your thighs trembling around him. Carefully, he places one hand on the surface of the box you are seated on, leaning into you but not before wrapping an arm around your back to steady your body, falling into a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes to have your head lolling back.

Your arms wrap tighter around him as his thrusts quicken, so suddenly you can sense the desperation in his body and with good reason.

“Fuck…” You whine, closing your eyes and getting lost in the thrilling, forbidden feeling of how risky the situation is. You know it is way past your break limit, but with him working himself between your legs, it becomes harder to care. “Faster…” You instruct him, feeling his hips begin to press into you harder as his pace increases, with your nails clawing his shirt and feeling his mouth press against your neck, leaving sloppy kisses against your skin.

You hear his breaths grow heavier, knowing he is getting close and deciding he isn’t going to get off that easy, even if it is just a quickie in the storage room. Your hand slips between the two of you, fingers finding your clit to begin pleasuring yourself as you nibble on your bottom lip, concentrating on the feeling of him pumping himself in and out of you with the sounds of sloppy sex and groans from him filling the room. You bite down harder on your lip, feeling a twinge against your skin but knowing you would have to get over it if you want to keep quiet, voice threatening to call his name out over and over from the pleasure he gives you.

Your walls tighten around him as you rub your clit faster with your hips rolling against him, feeling the sensations swell between your legs as you near your peak. His hand grips you tighter, pulling your body closer with his motions becoming more wild and more desperate, letting you know he is nearing the edge as well.

With a breath caught in his throat, a huff and a groan, he falls apart before you, forehead pressing against yours with his hips slowing as he releases into you, feeling his grip tighten even more on your body. The hand still wrapped around his neck pulls his mouth to yours, allowing him to ride out his orgasm against you with your hips still moving in circles, fingers still pleasuring yourself until the waves of electricity surge through your body.

Pants and moans and whimpers fill the space between the two of you. Hands grip each other harder, bodies moving as one until you are both breathless and trembling and worn out from coming undone. He pulls away a moment later, one hand gripping the surface of the box to balance himself while the other adjusts himself back into his jeans, slipping the condom and the wrapper in his pocket to clean up later.

You slip from the box, attempting to stand on wobbling legs and holding onto his shoulders for support, grinning with a slight embarrassment as he looks down at you behind eyes half-lidded and drunk on lust.

“Next time,” you begin, picking your clothes up from the floor in a rush to get dressed, “if you want to show me something, make sure it’s not in this cold ass fridge.” You shiver. Not having his warmth surrounding you is certainly bringing you back to reality. Not to mention the near shock of actually hooking up with the stock boy on your break.

“Next time?” His eyes meet yours, grinning from ear to ear at your particular choice of words. Huffing, you slide your pants up over your legs, securing the button before slipping one foot in your shoe, then the other.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” he teases. “You’re saying there’s definitely going to be a next time.”

“Not if you keep grinning at me like that.” You roll your eyes while smoothing your hands over your clothes and hair, trying not to make it look so obvious what you have been up to and why you were late getting back to work. “So what is this deal with the condom?”

“Huh?” He frowns as you pass him, opening the door to the storage room and making sure no one is around so you can make your escape.

“Did you think I forgot?” You smirk over your shoulder at him before stepping into the hall, happy to have made it out without anyone noticing the two of you.

“Oh, that.” He chuckles, following you down the same aisle as before. “I just felt lucky today, I guess.”

“Right…” Your voice lowers as you near the front, seeing business carry on as usual.

“Actually, I was hoping to hook up with a cute cashier.” You look over to him, blushing at his words, then hating yourself for it. “But to be honest I was actually gonna take my chances with number five before the whole wine bottle thing happened.”

Your eyes dart to the perky, smiling cashier on register five, before looking back at him, eyes narrowed, lips pursed, and nostrils flaring.

“I’m kidding!” He raises his hands in surrender.

“Yeah, okay. Get cleaned up and get back to work.” You begin to shoo him away toward the bathrooms with one hand. “And don’t break anything, please!”

Lord knows your paychecks couldn’t afford it.

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