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Ok hear me out. I got this idea after the episode of Dean getting his "virginity" back and hooking up with the porn star when he's digging through her dresser and finds the DVD of her ANYWAY
Best friend Dean who's been pining after you for sooo long but doesn't want to fuck it up and lose you. You're hanging out when you ask him to go grab something from your room and he's digging through your drawers looking and accidentally comes across some lingerie and now it's days later and he's so hot and bothered cuz he can't think of anything else (the boy has a serious panty kink lets be honest) and you catch him in your room going through your drawers again and OH
A/N: As I warned y'all, this is a longer DD because, well, the prompt was long, so it's not really my fault. All that backstory took on a life of its own, but I think no one will be mad about it 😅 Again, I had tons of fun with this one! You'll see 🤣
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Warnings: +18/NSWF, a ridiculous heat wave, friends to lovers (Wayne's Version), crack, a panty kink, some sneaky fluff, and some hot lovin' aka smut (oral f & face sitting)
Word Count: 4.5k (whoops)
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Cruel Summer
“You open the beaches on the 4th of July, it’s like ringing the dinner bell for Christ’s sake…”
As Jaws flickered across the screen in the Dean Cave, the green-eyed hunter adjusted himself in his seat. Usually, he had perfect control over himself and his feelings for you.
But on some days – like today – when you sat right next to him on the couch in nothing but a loose t-shirt and some short sweatpants, fanning yourself with an old magazine of Busty Asian Beauties as beads of salty sweat collected on your forehead and trickled down your neck, you made it hard for him.
“God, I’m so hot,” you sighed exhaustively and sunk further into the couch cushions, lifting your shirt from your sticky skin to let some cool air to your boobs as a heat wave ravaged through Kansas.
Painfully hard.
“Dean?” You pouted with your best puppy dog look at your best friend.
“Huh?” Dean was in trance, watching you more than the movie, always on the edge of getting caught one of these days.
“We’re out of Sour Patch Kids. I have more in my nightstand. Can you get them for me please?” you asked sweetly. “I don’t wanna move. I might actually die from heat exhaustion.”
Dean sighed and wordlessly rose from his seat. He knew you always kept an array of salty and sweet midnight snacks in your room in case you got hungry and didn’t want to wander into the kitchen in the middle of the night.
Moreover, he was grateful for the break. God knows he couldn’t stand to be around you any longer, or he would’ve been too tempted to rip your clothes off and really make you sweat.
I’ll show her a damn heat exhaustion, he thought with a scoff.
Hastily grabbing the desired snack, his green eyes then caught something red and lacy sticking out from the first drawer of your dresser. The hunter knew the decent and honest thing would’ve been to just keep moving and leave your godforsaken room.
Turn around, as Bonnie Tyler sang. But for some reason, his bright eyes couldn’t resist, his curiosity overtaking him.
Dean opened the drawer with the intention to push the naughty little clothing item back into its place and out of sight. Get rid of the temptation, so to speak. It sounded like the perfect loophole. He got to touch it and look at it, but for a very heroic and noble reason – not because he was a creepy perv, violating his best friend’s privacy.
On some level, Dean knew he’d never stand a chance with you. He wasn’t good enough. He had so much baggage all his suitcases wouldn’t even fit into the bunker.
A damn touch of a pair of panties you weren’t even wearing was all he would ever get from you.
But then his fingers touched the soft and see-through material, his pads tracing every delicate scarlet thread with precision and care. It was game over for him then and there, cursing himself internally for not resisting harder as his cock twitched joyfully in his jeans.
Dean had laid his eyes on you the second you strolled with swinging hips into that diner in Wichita for your very first case together, a werewolf hunt six years ago. And he had managed to get by without an incident for years since then, even when you moved into the bunker, being rather proud of that achievement. He never wanted to lose you as a friend and didn’t dare to cross a line. Ever.
Recently, though, it became more difficult to keep his distance and not let his thoughts wander. His feelings were magma that slowly had filled a volcano over the years. Each time you did something sexy or sweet or goofy or smart, another drop was added. And now, that damn fire mountain was overdue for an eruption – no thanks to that stupid heat wave.
“Thanks,” you said absentmindedly as the hunter handed you the candy but didn’t settle back down. Instead, he stood behind the sofa and leaned his hands on the backrest.
What you didn’t know, though, was that Dean was sporting quite the boner and wouldn’t dare to come into your line of view. He was surprised he could even walk up straight and not like a caveman early in the evolution.
A hunter gathering panties.
“I’m gonna hit the hay,” he told you with a somber clear of his throat. As the fan carried a breeze of your perfume to his nose, his grip tightened on the couch.
You turned in your seat and looked over your shoulder at him, raising a surprised brow. “Already? But the movie’s not over.”
“Yeah, I’m beat,” he excused and tried his best not to look strained. He forced a tight smile to his lips while his little dude celebrated Spring Break in his jeans. “‘Sides, we’ve seen Jaws like a million times now, Y/N.”
It was a cherished summer tradition between the two of you, watching it every 4th of July.
“I guess so.” You shrugged disappointedly, watching your best friend retreat to his room. Truth was, you loved spending time with Dean and held those little traditions close to your heart.
The Winchesters were your family, the only one you ever had. And while some families wore matching pajamas on Christmas morning, you watched the first two Die Hard movies. You would watch Dean’s favorite horror movies on Halloween. Sixteen Candles and High Fidelity on your birthday, Tombstone and The Great Escape on Dean’s, and some lame-ass foreign language documentaries that you both snored through on Sam’s.
Valentine’s Day was a dreaded non-holiday for all three of you, but for the past four years, someone would leave a box of chocolate in front of your door. The salted caramel ones would always be missing, and it always came with the same Forrest Gump quote:
I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.
You knew the anonymous someone was Dean, and you knew he meant it as a joke. Still, you clung to those little traditions. They might seem silly and stupid to some, but to you, they were your lifeline in a world full of darkness.
So, you felt rather saddened Dean didn’t seem to honor them anymore. It wasn’t just Jaws, either. He’d been withdrawing from you for a while, and you didn’t understand why.
Unbeknownst to you, the green-eyed hunter had kept a lacy souvenir from your room.
Now, Dean had managed to avoid you for four days. Every night since his stealthy excursion, he would lie in his bed with your stolen panties in one hand and his throbbing length in the other, feeling goddamn pathetic for sinking so low.
It was probably so low that even his memory foam mattress would remember it.
With closed eyes, he then imagined how the perky globes of your ass would look like covered in crimson lace. How you would stretch out on his bed on all fours, with your ass high in the air and wiggling in front of him. How his fingers would push the wicked material aside to push into you, taking you deep and hard while you moaned his name.
As he ruined tissue after tissue, the guilt would wash over him as soon as he was done. Call it a post-nut epiphany.
Dean knew it was wrong to think those things. He knew he only made it harder for himself to ever look you into the eyes again. Hell, he barely could do it now, even though a part of him audaciously wondered what other treasures were hiding in that drawer of yours. And more pressingly, what ultimate wealth he would find beneath your clothes. If your lingerie was gold, he’d be a creepy-ass dragon sitting on it.
So, Dean tried to avoid you as best as possible. Mostly because, well…
“God, fuck me,” you groaned exhaustively and opened the refrigerator door, leaning against it as the refreshing cold hit you from behind. On top of that, you held a big bag of frozen peas to your sweaty chest. You already wore the bare minimum – some short denims and a white tank top, your hair up in a messy bun.
“I swear underboob sweat is the worst. Just be glad you don’t have tits,” you complained. “Guys, seriously, can we invest in an AC? This heat wave is killing me! This bunker is like one giant oven…”
You watched as Dean squirmed in his seat as he ate his cereal, looking as uncomfortable as you. Surely, the boys were suffering just as badly during those sweltering temperatures, already forgoing the usual flannels and opting for plain t-shirts instead. How they were still wearing jeans was beyond you. When you first moved in, you protested against Dean’s suggestion of Naked Tuesdays, but these days, you were actually giving it a second thought.
“Well, I’m gonna drive to Kansas City today and see if I can get us an AC. Apparently, they’re all sold out, but I figured maybe with a bit of flirting and some cleavage, I can still get us one,” you explained your plan with a bright smirk and wiggled your eyebrows. “What d’you guys think, huh?”
Dean then abruptly banged his fist on the table, spilling some milk from his bowl on the surface. “For God’s sake, Y/N!”
You frowned in confusion at his unexpected outburst. “What’s up with you? Are you having a heat stroke?”
“Flirting, really?!” the hunter barked, his brow shaped into a deeply furious v.
“What’s wrong with that? Double standard much? You do it all the time to get shit,” you countered and watched his jaw clench in anger.
“I do-... not,” he remarked snappily with a fierce finger drilling into the table, clearly lacking a good argument. Sam cleared his throat in agreement with you, but that only earned him a glare. “And Jesus fucking Christ, would it hurt you to put on some goddamn clothes? You’re not even wearing a bra!”
“Did you not hear my tits rant just now? Of course I’m not! ‘Sides, those boobs are gonna get you an AC, so be a little more grateful to them,” you retorted, annoyed with his attitude. You’d think of all the people in this world, Dean Winchester would understand. (And maybe even appreciate it.) “And how can you even tell, huh?”
“‘Cause science, Y/N! You’re literally cooling your tits! What did you think was gonna happen, huh? Nipples!” he vented outrageously. “This ain’t a strip club!”
“It’s 102 degrees, Dean!” you argued, throwing your arms up. “Look, if I could, I’d even go naked, alright? It’s fucking hot!”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Dean shook his head and stormed out of the kitchen without any further comment.
Confused, you blinked at the younger Winchester. “What’s up with him?”
But Sam only shrugged, shaking his head. “Uhm, I don’t know,” he replied, although he could take an educated guess, suspecting his brother’s feelings for you as the culprit.
“Well, alright, I’m going to Kansas City,�� you decided without wasting another thought on the older Winchester’s strange behavior. “Text me if you guys need something. I can pick it up on my way home.”
Dean knew he was in deep trouble as his bow legs bolted down the bunker’s hallways. He tried so hard to keep it together, but when he saw you, half-naked and panting in front of the fridge, he quite literally lost his coolness in this goddamn heat wave.
The green-eyed hunter understood a thing or two about torture, but this was the worst of all. He’d rather have a demon repeatedly peel off his skin in hellfire than endure a day more of this fucking madness.
If the temperatures didn’t drop soon, it would be a cruel summer ahead of him.
As Dean heard the door to the garage close, he knew you’d left for your trip and exhaled a deep sigh of relief. At least he’d get a few hours of peace.
With the best intentions, he strolled to his bedroom, but as he passed your room on his way, he found the door ajar. Whatever good motives he had up until this point, went quickly out the window right then.
His hand twitched at the thought of more riches, worse than any trigger finger and competing with a California earthquake, and well, so did the dick in his jeans. It was an addiction at this point, an obsession he couldn’t resist nor get rid off. The fact that it was forbidden and wrong only made it even more appealing. The apple in the garden of Eden.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t an anonymous support group for this kind of sickness.
As unbearable shame and guilt collected in his stomach like rainwater in the gutter, his eager hands rummaged through your dresser drawer. There was purple lace and black satin, navy G-strings and white Brazilians. It was never ending, and the hunter couldn’t stop as he picked up each item and let his fantasies roam wild.
God, the things he wanted to do to you were as colorful as your rainbow full of underwear.
“Dean?!”
The green-eyed hunter froze in his place, a white lace panty still bunched up in his large palm. The hair in the back of his neck stood up in shock, a part of him refusing to turn around at the sound of your voice. He was caught red-handed, and he knew it.
“What are you doing in my room?” you prompted, suspiciously cocking an eyebrow. It looked fairly obvious what your best friend was up to, but you didn’t want to accuse him right away, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Frankly, it was quite unbelievable.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Dean replied and swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he held up his hands like a criminal during an arrest, the evidence still in his grasp.
“Well, it looks like you’re snooping through my lingerie,” you pointed out bluntly.
Dean nodded, guilt-ridden and reluctant. “I can explain.”
“Good,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m waiting…”
“Right, uhm…”
“Oh, before you scramble for an answer, you should know, though, that I’m aware a pair of red lace panties is missing, and I know the washer didn’t eat them,” you said and raised an expectant brow.
You had a feeling your pervy best friend was behind the mystery of the missing item. Now you knew for sure.
“Man, I always knew you were a kinky son of a bitch, but this is a new level, Dean,” you scolded.
Dean’s gaze dropped to the floor in shame, scratching the nape of his neck. “Look, uhm, there’s no good excuse. I know I fucked up here. I’ll sleep in a motel tonight until I find my own place. You can stay here with Sam, alright? I’ll move out and won’t bother you anymore.”
As he tried to brush past you, you blocked his exit and grabbed his arm. “So, you’re gonna leave? Just like that?”
“What other choice do I have? I don’t wanna make you more uncomfortable,” he stated without glancing at you once. He couldn’t bring himself to look into your eyes and see the disappointment and disgust there. “I know what I did was wrong.”
“Oh, so wrong,” you agreed. “I just figured you wouldn’t run away like a coward and take your punishment like a man, you know? Aren’t you at all curious what I’m wearing right now?”
That was when Dean’s juniper eyes slowly wandered to you and caught your gaze for the first time. You smirked as his breathing became heavy and his look darkened and filled with lust. It seemed like he wanted to rip your clothes off with his goddamn bare teeth like a wild animal.
“I can’t tell if you’re joking or if I’m dreaming,” he admitted, his deep voice part harsh swallow and part nervous chuckle.
“Neither,” you said, biting your bottom lip.
Carefully, you leaned closer, your hands reaching up to cup his scruffy cheeks. Noses nuzzled as your lips ghosted against his with a daring grin. You wouldn’t go further; it was up to Dean to make that final decision.
And then, as no more than a mere second ticked by on the clock, the hunter crashed his lips against yours in a kiss so scorching it made the current heat wave look like an ice age. If you thought you were hot before, now it felt like you were burning in a wildfire.
Dean roughly pushed you against the door, his kiss all teeth and tongue in an uncontrollable frenzy. His dick was hard and thick, straining against his jeans and rubbing along your thigh. Pantingly, you gasped for air and grabbed his hand, guiding it down your body and into your shorts.
“Feel that?” you asked mischievously as his fingers dug through your soaked folds and collected the arousal he caused. A wanton growl left his plush lips. “All for you, baby. You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?”
“Shit, yeah, so bad…” Dean rasped huskily against your throat as he worshipped his path down your body, forcing your shirt up till his wet tongue rolled over your pert and still cold nipple.
“Gonna make it up to me, huh? Show me how sorry you are?” you prompted, your fingers raking through his sandy blond and soft hair, eliciting a groan from him every time you tugged a little harder.
Teeth pinched your skin, tongue cherished your taste, and lips left your throat bruised. It was equal parts hot, sweaty, messy, naughty, dirty, and sticky as your bodies rutted against one another, looking for dire release.
With swollen and plumper than before lips, he came back up for air and found your eyes. He kissed you with heated passion once more as if he couldn’t resist to touch you over and over again. He had to restrain himself to be able to speak.
“So, uhm, you sure about this?” Dean asked between labored breaths with an insecure gleam in his green eyes. “‘Cause if we go further, I don’t think I can stop. And I don’t mean just this time but ever… If you want this to be a one time thing, you gotta tell me, sweetheart, so I can mentally prepare myself. I mean, I’ll take what I can get, you know? Not that I care either way… Well, that’s not true. I do care. A lot… But, you know, you’re you, and I’m me, so I’m not delusional. I know there’s no way you would–”
You interrupted his babbling with a kiss, causing the hunter to lose his words. You looked deeply into his eyes and offered him a small smile of comfort.
“Dean, listen to me, okay? ‘Cause this is very important,” you urged, your hands gripping his shirt tightly.
He nodded, gulping anxiously. “O-Okay.”
“You’re incredible,” you said and watched him inhale sharply at your words, blinking at you in disbelief. “Absolutely fucking bonkers incredible. You’re right – you’re you. And thank God you are, because you’re the best, funniest, smartest, kindest, and goddamn hottest man I’ve ever met. I’m tired of you not seeing that. As my boyfriend, I really need to you to see that, alright?”
As Dean pensively took in your words, his brow began to furrow. “Boyfriend?”
The corners of your mouth rose to a beam. “Yeah, boyfriend,” you confirmed. “That’s what you want, right? ‘Cause I’d really like that, too.”
“Uh, yeah, yeah… That’s what I want.” Dean nodded eagerly before another swallow followed. “I mean, among other things…”
You bit your lip, smirking. “What other things?”
“Well, uhm…”
Dean didn’t finish his sentence, his lips impatiently claiming yours instead. He pressed you hungrily back against the door, massive hands sliding down your sides till they hooked into the hem of your denim shorts and ripped them down to your ankles, leaving you only covered in teal lace. He growled shamelessly at the sight, his thick digits eagerly diving inside.
“Wanna be inside you,” he groaned into your ear, thumbing furiously at your clit. “Every hour of every day…”
“We can do that,” you agreed with a giggle, your arms locking around his neck, fingers carding through his hair in the back.
“Wanna feel your mouth around my–” The last word was muffled as he ravaged your neck, but you understood where he was going with this.
“You can do that,” you said with a smile.
“And fuck, I want you to ride my face,” he declared. That demand left you speechless, making even Dean stop for a minute and look at you. “Too far?”
You shook your head and smirked. “I can do that.”
Before Dean’s mind could fathom your words, you shoved him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress. When you stood before him, slotted between his muscular legs, his gaze trailed up and down your body, memorizing every beautiful curve. As your fingers curled into the waistband of your panties, however, the hunter stopped you.
“Leave ‘em on, sweetheart. Don’t you dare take those off,” he told you, his hands rapaciously reaching out to you.
You played with the hem of your top and smirked, your tongue licking over your lips. “What about this? On or off?”
“Off,” he shot back faster than a bullet leaving a barrel.
“You first,” you demanded and grinned. “Remember, this is still your punishment.”
“God, I love getting punished,” Dean mumbled and slipped out of his shirt. He then swiftly shimmied out of his jeans, discarding each item carelessly around the room.
He then took a deep breath as he tugged the waistband of his boxers, his erection already fighting its way out. “Well, here goes nothing,” the hunter said and pulled his underwear down.
You tilted your head to see his hard cock from a better angle as it sprang against his stomach. Your lips parted in anticipation, wondering what he’d taste like on your tongue and how deep you’d be able to take him. You guessed there’d be a struggle ahead, considering how huge and wide he was.
“Oh, I would not call that monster nothing,” you commented with a scoff, your pussy throbbing with need. “Explains all that BDE.”
Dean blushed. It was cute to watch. “Thank you.”
Giggling, you removed your shirt and tossed it at his face, blinding him for a second. You used that momentum to slide onto the bed and straddle his torso. As his eyes finally found you again, he almost choked on his spit when he gazed up at your perfect tits above him. A primal grunt escaped his throat.
With a mesmerized sparkle in his eyes, his hands trailed up your body and cupped your breasts, massaging them roughly as your panties grew damper by the minute. He then pulled you down to his lips and kissed you breathless before he left them with a boyish smirk on his freckled face.
“Hop on, sweetheart.”
And as if his words hadn’t been enough motivation, his hands wandered to palm your ass and hauled you closer to his mouth. He was an impatient one – or maybe he’d waited years for this and was finally tired of it.
Your knees sunk into the mattress on either side of his stubborn head. His fingers dented your flesh as they grabbed onto your thighs. Yours held onto the headboard for support. You tried not to look down, because then you’d see his big lopsided and full of excitement grin.
The same one he had when you found a diner in Kentucky that advertised the biggest burger in America (it wasn’t). The same one he had when he thought he had run into a member of Metallica at a gas station outside of Phoenix (he didn’t). The same one he had when you and Sam gifted him his own beer brewing station for his last birthday (which tasted horrible, but neither you nor Sam had the heart to tell him).
And now, he had that same grin when he was about to be with you.
As your pussy dripped above him, Dean couldn’t hold back his lewd groans any longer. You didn’t even have to lower yourself; he just dragged you down onto his face all to eagerly. His fingers swiped your panties to the side, and before you could even adjust your grip on the bedpost, his tongue darted into your soaked channel as deeply as he could and sucked you goddamn dry.
With several whimpers, you clenched around his wet muscle. If you were water in the desert, he was parched and drinking to survive.
His nose was buried in your folds, rubbing deliciously against your clit as he lapped your pussy in a vicious attack that left you squirming and moaning to a pornographic degree above him. Because Dean was just that – pure porn.
Instinctively and irresistibly, you ground your cunt against him, the vibrations of his keen groans against your sensitive flesh rocking you to the edge of your climax. He ate you out and devoured you like that damn gigantic burger in Kentucky. And as you dared to blink down and watch him in action, he had the audacity to devilishly smirk up at you with the crinkles around his green eyes alone, gauging your every reaction to his touches as if you were a goddamn movie on a silver screen.
You trembled and quivered and screamed as your orgasm electrified every molecule in your body. You white-knuckled the wood in your grip, your body only held up by Dean’s strong arms because God knows your weak legs were useless now.
As wave after wave washed over you, Dean drank every drop of yours, his tongue never getting enough of your taste. The sounds that filled the room were carnal and obscene.
“Fuck, Dean,” you sighed blissfully and lifted off his face and captured his swollen and red lips in a grateful kiss, your palms finding purchase on his broad shoulders. Your drenched and sensitive cunt settled on his thighs as an egregiously large erection poked your belly and tempted you further.
Dean smirked up at you, all satisfied and confident with his achievement. “I think we have a slight problem, though.”
Your brow knitted, your heart tightening with anxiety. Had you been as disappointing as the burger, beer, and that fake Metallica band member?
But Dean only grinned teasingly at your confused face. “There’s no way I learned my lesson here.”
You snorted and sought out his lips, the kiss giving you a taste of yourself. “We’ll work on that. I might have to nickname you Jaws after this,” you joked.
“Can’t wait for you to explain that one to Sammy.” Dean snorted, chuckling. “Now, how about you hop on again, but this time a little further south, huh?” he proposed with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a suggestive twitch of his cock for emphasis.
You giggled with a few nods. “I can do that.”
Was it worth the words? 😝
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✩°~𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼, 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼~°✩
Genre: Nsfw! MNDI
Desc: Teasing yourself in his lap while he's trying to game, hoping he will join~
CW: GN afab reader, fingering, biting, cursing, semi public, modern au, mentions of grinding and a bit dirty talk
Suitors: Scaramouche, Xiao, and Heizou
(✩°~Scaramouche~°✩)
"Fuck" He'd curse under his breath, as his eyes shifted from the screen to your shivering thighs and cunt, your fingers still slowly moving, bringing you pleasure while he watched intently. He could feel your ass grinding into him and hear your gentle gasps whenever one of your fingers hit just the right spot, something he preferred to do himself...
"Bastard, I was winning that match too." His words were filled with annoyance and he fully intended to take it all out on your body as his hands grabbed at the plush of your thighs. He'd roughly spread them open while you cried out in pleasure, his digits sinking into you...preparing for everything he now had planned and more~
(✩°~Xiao~°✩)
Xiao would have a stoic look playing on his features as you mumbled his name in between sloppy movements, each of your fingers dripping and dragging your wetness into his lap while he tried to keep his attention on the game. It was getting more difficult with every second, his friends asking why he'd gone quiet and his hands itching to touch your aroused body...he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Shit-" He'd groan into your skin as his screen flashed with a enemies attack, leaving him prone to loosing while you finished loudly, twitching against him. He could hear his teammates blowing up over his stupid gameplay, but he no longer cared as his lips locked with yours hastily and hands grabbed at your waist, his eagerness showing with every grunt into your mouth~
(✩°~Heizou~°✩)
He'd bite his bottom lip as your head leaned back onto his shoulder, heated moans quietly escaping your throat while you fingered yourself in his lap and dirtied your clothes with your wetness. It was suddenly so hard to concentrate on the screen, the reflection of what you were doing clear as day on his monitor and his hands fumbling the buttons of the controller as he watched your face shift with pleasure.
"H-heizouu~" You'd purr into his ear, your voice dipped with an alluring tone and your eyes glazed over with lust...he couldn't possibly resist such a beautiful view any longer. The controller would fall to the floor as he gave into you, his hands hurrying to take the place of yours and show you how to do it right~
A/n: I know this has been done before but I just go weak at the knees for these types of headcanons and had to write my own version ;p ALSO OMG THANKYOU ALL FOR OVER HUNDRED NOTES ON MY LAST POST!! 🫶🫶
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LET’S PLAY THAT GAME ━ ethan landry
pairing: gf!ethan x fem!reader
warning: smut, ghostface phone call, dom!ethan, sub!reader, fingering, rough sex, choking, ropes, spit kink, fingers sucking, dirty talk, gloves kink.
author’s note: english is not my first language, and also my first time writing smut so i hope it’ll be good. if you have any request, let me know !
YOU’D COME HOME from the gym an hour ago, the only classes you had were this morning and you were grateful to have the whole afternoon off for once. you'd had lunch with mindy at noon and then decided to take her home, since the ghostface attacks had hit new york, following the 4 survivors of woodsboro, you didn't want the young meeks martin to go home alone, even in the middle of the day, who knows what might happen, especially when you knew who her uncle was.
now you were in your kitchen after a nice shower, in the background as sound of « how to get away with murder », one of your favorite tv shows, mindy found it quite ironic since you were in a law major.
you were cooking dinner quietly after a bit of studying, standing in front of the hob, dressed in a short, tight-fitting black top and gray shorts, your phone at your side as you wrote to the young meeks martin, who was confiding in you about her feelings for anika.
and that's when your phone began to vibrate, thinking it was mindy, a slight smile appeared on your lips before you grabbed your phone, but this smile slowly disappeared in your face due to what appeared on your screen: unkown caller.
a bad feeling began to take hold of you as, paranoid as you were, you looked around you at the knives just inches from you, spotting the largest of them.
you then answered the phone, adrenalin coursing through your body.
- hello ?
the sound of the oil against the frying pan camouflaged the sound of your series in the living room, as you added spices, waiting for an answer from your interlocutor, the wait was heavy.
- hello, y/n, replied the deep, gravelly, modulated voice.
ghostface.
a shiver ran down your spine, and your body froze, paralyzed as you realized the obvious: you were part of the group of friends of the survivors of the 2022 attacks.
you turned off the gas, stopped cooking. And clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.
- well, go ahead, i’m wainting for the “what's your favorite scary movie ?” part.
you tried not to show any signs of fear, but inside you were terrified, imagining yourself already dead on your kitchen floor, but you knew you didn't have time to think about it and passed your index finger between the various knives on the rack in front of you, leaning slightly over the worktop.
the only response you got was a little laugh of amusement, mixed with a hint of sadism, from the killer, and it made your blood run cold.
- you're a bold one, aren't you? now, i think that i'm really going to enjoy this.
- fuck you.
-but you're also a very pretty one... he said with a seductive tone, too bad that i have to correct that filthy mouth of yours, he finished with a voice full of brutality, as if your insult had made him angry.
his change of mood startled you, and you immediately straightened up, then nervously tapped the surface of your kitchen with your freshly manicured nails.
- what do you want ? you asked, trying not to show how scared your voice sounded.
he hums slowly, as if he's thinking, and you can feel the goosebumps on your skin.
- that's a good question... what do i want... ? i want to play a game.
your heart was starting to race, so without thinking any further, you grabbed the largest knife and suddenly turned around with dynamism, all your senses now activated.
- do you want to play a game, y/n ? the modulated voice asked you.
- go to hell, i’m not going to play any of your sick game, you replied brutally.
- you look cute with that knife, tell me, what are you going to do with it, sweetheart ? stab me ? he teased.
you could practically hear the smirk in his voice and it drived you insane as well as the pet name, your grip on your knife was starting to tighten.
- where are you, asshole ? you spat hatefully.
you started to look from left to right, if anyone else could see you through your window, they'd think you were crazy to get so agitated, you leaned over to look towards the right exit which led to the hallway of your apartment, before returning to the kitchen which overlooked your living room.
you put your phone on the worktop behind your hob not far from your fridge, and activated the speakerphone to leave the call and type in the police number before he even answered.
- oh i wouldn't try to call the police if i were you, y/n, it'd be a real shame for mindy and anika to pay the consequences of your stupid actions.
your fingers stopped typing on your screen, not only because of the threat, but also because a detail had caught your attention, how did he know i was going to call the police ?
- h-how.... you began before cutting yourself off, can you see me?
he was sniggering again, and you were really beginning to hate that horribly creepy sound. you swallowed that awful lump in your throat that prevented you from speaking properly and waited for an answer.
- of course i can see you. i must admit that you look good in those, a little bit short though, does your boyfriend know you carry around in your apartment like that, y/n ?
panic-stricken, you hung up, and what a grave mistake you'd made, dropping your phone onto the wooden surface, you clutched the edge of it as if your body were threatening to collapse and you were looking for something to lean on. but then you pulled yourself together and grabbed your phone, never letting go of the knife you'd armed yourself with.
you moved towards the large window in your living room and pulled back the curtain slightly to see if anyone was outside watching you, since your kitchen was connected to the living room and, above all, open, with no door separating them.
but you couldn't see anything suspicious, only the horrible traffic jams of the city that never sleeps and people minding their own business down your street. you weren't the least bit reassured, certainly not, you had no idea where he could see you and you were terrified of it.
then you let out a groan of surprise when your phone started vibrating in your hand again, except this time it wasn't a call but a notification from an unknown number, it was a video.
your hands began to shake as you huffed and puffed to regain your composure, naively hoping to regain an ounce of control over the situation. once you'd opened your phone and clicked on the video, you saw mindy and anika on it, kissing on a sofa, the video had been taken from outside through your window and you pursed your lower lip, anxious, but starting to get angry that ghostface wasn't just threatening you, but also your friends, after everything mindy already endured because of that stupid mask.
and then, another call, again. you stared at your screen for a few seconds, looked around your living room and swallowed, grabbed your tv remote to turn it off, a silence falling over every room in the apartment when you finally accepted the call as you peered into every corner of the room, your stomach burning with fear.
- hang up again and i'll rip their heads off and send them in a box at your door ! shouted the killer menacingly and violently.
the violence of his threat burned your eyes, but you were able to swallow back your tears. you were sure he could feel your panic through the phone.
- not them, don't hurt them, s-stop it, i’ll do anything, i-i promise, you cried, afraid that something might happen to your friends.
- good girl, you see how easy things are going when you start obeying ? his voice softened, but you could still hear the amusement in it that told you he loved what was happening, that he loved scaring you.
despite the fear, the nickname he'd used triggered a reaction you'd never have suspected: a wave of heat spread through your body, even between your legs, and you suddenly felt ashamed.
- now, let's play that game. have you ever heard of hot and cold ?
you simply nodded, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears, knife still sharp in hand.
- words, pretty girl.
another heat wave.
- y-yeah, yes, i have.
- perfect. you want to know where i am, right ? then come and find me. go on.
you frowned, apprehensive about the objective behind this game, especially apprehensive about the moment when you were going to meet him.
- and then, if i find you, what will happen ?
- find me and you'll see, answered mischievously ghostface.
a new silence, neither of you speaking, the silence was heavy for you. you took two steps forward, and turned to look behind you again, the fact of not knowing where he was disturbed you and increased your degree of fear.
- are you scared, sweet thing ? he continued to mock, knowing he had the upper hand.
- shut the fuck up motherfucker, you're gonna pay for all of this, you grumbled in between.
- oh, really? i’m waiting then, he sneered, and you were willing to bet he was smiling.
his words only provoked you and you walked out of the living room, realizing that he couldn't be there, you were surprised to realize that you actually started looking for him, now angry at the way he was openly mocking you. you opened the bathroom door, peering in after turning on the light.
- cold.
you immediately left the room, closed the door and stepped into the corridor, which this time led to your bedroom. but before you got close to it, your steps slowed down, as you became more reluctant to head towards this part of the apartment, what if he was inside ?
- why are you slowing down ? maybe I'm inside.
- fuck it, you muttered.
you continued to hold your knife, getting ready to use it, when you arrived at the door to your room and opened it, you went in, and looked all around, near your desk, in the nooks and crannies, then your gaze fell back on your wardrobe, which was closed.
- are you in there ? you asked, your breath catching.
you heard his breathing through the phone become more erratic, and that's all you could hear as you held it to your ear.
- open it.
without further hesitation, you grabbed both wrists of your wardrobe and suddenly opened them, brandishing your knife in your face the next second.
but surprisingly, he wasn't there, so you straightened up and let your arm fall back down your body, then brought the phone up to your ear to hear your interlocutor, who seemed to love playing with your mind and emotions. he started laughing again, and the more he did it, the more it annoyed you than it frightened you now.
- no, i'm not there sweetheart, i was just messing with you.
- asshole, wanting to play a game without even knowing how to play it, you laughed bittersweetly.
you could sense that he wasn't happy with your answer, maybe even angry, but in any case, he didn't show it and decided to restart the game.
- you're getting colder, keep looking.
since you'd gone in the opposite direction and weren't getting any closer, you decided to return to the area you'd been in when you received the bloody call, retracing your steps, finding yourself in the hallway where your bathroom was once again.
- you're still cold.
you sighed in annoyance, but kept on walking, and when you passed the bathroom door you'd already looked in.
- warm, he warned you, and his husky voice sent shivers down your spine.
the further you went, the more your heart pounded to the point where that was all you could hear now. now you were back in your living room, you couldn't make any sense of the situation, you must have misunderstood his directions, he couldn't be there.
- you're getting warmer, good, very good sweetheart, you're almost there.
and yet, the praise almost made you blush again, you felt butterflies in your stomach and snapped inwardly as you remembered who you were on the phone with.
slightly frustrated by the flirtatious tone, you began to hold your knife out in front of you, preparing yourself better in case you found him.
as well as being frustrated, you were in total bewilderment, you had no idea where he could be, he kept messing with your head and he was very good at it.
he definitely wasn't in the kitchen, nor in the living room, not even towards the entrance, since you'd glanced around.
- keep looking, y/n, it'd be a shame if i find you first, wouldn't it ? tormented ghostface.
you held back from insulting him once more, avoided the living room areas you'd already looked at, and moved towards the only corridor on the opposite side of the apartment where you hadn't glanced.
and to do this, you had to pass through the corridor to your left leading to the front door, when you passed this door, and moved into the unlit corridor where in one of the doors lay your washing machine and other belongings, he spoke again.
- you don't want to turn colder again, don't you ? now, turn around.
paranoid, you thought he was right behind you, so you quickly turned around and took a big step back, the knife right in front of you, your arm raised, and you let out an expletive when you couldn't see anyone again. He was definitely playing with your mind and you'd had enough. You could feel the frustration heating your blood.
you made the choice not to pay any more attention to your footsteps, beginning to believe that he had lied to you and wasn't even near you, that this was just to scare you.
- warm.
but then you stopped, and that's how you noticed you were near the entrance hall. no, it couldn't be.
you headed in that direction, advancing slowly, cold sweat beginning to take refuge on your forehead.
- warmer.
shit. shit. shit.
you noticed the cupboard embedded in the wall a metre from the landing, and realized he was probably here. I'd have heard him, the kitchen's right next door. you had no idea what was going on.
- very very warm, he whispered.
your trembling hand came to rest on the wrist of the hall cupboard, hesitantly, you didn't open it immediately, feeling your breathing quicken.
in a split second, you brought your other hand to the cabinet and jerked it open. but nothing, absolutely nothing.
- fucking bastard, you growled.
you sighed, and slammed the wardrobe doors shut, the sound echoing throughout the apartment after this act of anger and you could hear him laughing in your ear.
pissed off, you returned to the kitchen to the very same spot where you had decided to call the police, still holding your weapon in your hand which was now on the kitchen counter facing the living room.
- now you're boiling.
you held your phone so tightly in your hand that you could have crushed it. you didn't know whether your hands were shaking with fear or anger, or both.
- i’m done with that shit, you growled again, if you want me, come and get me.
- want you in which way, darling ? don't get me wrong, both involve ropes, but it's an important distinction to make before we proceed.
- w-what ?
and just then, you saw a shadow with a very tall figure forming right in front of you.
you immediately dropped your phone from your hands, about to turn and brandish your knife to stab him, but a large gloved hand pressed against your mouth and an imposing body slammed you against the surface.
your scream was then muffled by the hand over your mouth, and your knife was snatched from your other hand, panic instantly seizing you after your weapon was snatched from you, you tried to fight back by reaching behind him with your hands, but his free hand had no trouble grabbing both your wrists and pinning them behind your back.
- i told you it'd be a shame if i find you first, he said mockingly.
the tears in your eyes blurred your vision, you kept squirming in all directions and your screams kept choking against your attacker's glove. then you felt them, your hands bound by ropes.
ropes that burned your wrists, he had to take his hand away from his mouth to bind your hands, and you couldn't control the rhythm of your breathing.
- no no no no no, you protested, naively trying to free yourself from the ropes.
just then, you felt his hips push you against the counter again and his hand slid down your back to force you against the surface, bended you over, he towered over you.
- p-please, please let me go, you tried not to let the tears roll down your cheeks, but your voice betrayed your fear.
- where's that attitude you were giving me earlier, hm ?
- i-i’m sorry, you let your forehead hit the cold surface of the counter, your eyes closed.
- you look so good like that, he murmured under his breath, bended over, begging for me, better than i have imagined.
a new complaint came from the back of your throat, and you started to struggle again, unconsciously moving your hips to push him away. then you felt something against you, something hard, then you heard him growl.
your mouth fell open in astonishment, you must surely have heard wrong, you thought. then you continued to rub your hips against him, your two bodies pressed together, and suddenly his left hand grabbed your hip to immobilize you.
an amused smile spread across your lips, contradicting the tears in your eyes.
- does this turn you on ? do i'm turning you on mr. ghostface ? you said in a playful tone.
- shut up, i'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you, spat the killer.
a groan threatened to leave your mouth but you managed to control it, feeling all wet after rubbing yourself against him and his modulated voice making you feel things you shouldn't feel.
a moan threatened to leave your mouth but you managed to control it, you felt all wet after rubbing yourself against him and his modulated voice made you feel things you shouldn't feel.
quickly, he removed your shorts followed by your underwear, leaving you almost naked apart from your black top, your wet intimacy exposed to the cool apartment air sending a shiver down your spine and forcing you to squeeze your thighs together.
- uh uh, none of that, open those legs for me, he said, slapping one of your thighs.
aware of the extent of your desire between your legs, you spread them slowly and slightly, enough for him to slip his hand in.
his fingers began to tease your crotch, you were about to open your mouth to express your desire, but closed it when his fingers moved to brush over her clit. you breathed deeply and closed your eyes as you felt his fingers gently beginning to knead at your clit and press against your entrance.
you took a shaky breath, clenching down around the finger gently as it was pushed in up to the second knuckle.
you moaned happily, your hips pressing forward. your hips swayed further as he began to move his fingers slowly. his fingers moved in and out of her slowly. then he gently curled them as he moved them, smiling at the cry he drew from you. his thumb gently massaged your clit, and you arched your back silently asking for more.
- you like that, huh ?
you nodded positively, moaning softly, your lip still between your teeth.
- come on, what did i told you earlier, sweetheart ?
words.
- f-fuck, y-yes.
- yes what ? while curling his fingers inside of you.
- yes, yes i-i like that.
he was starting to pick up his pace, you could hear his breathing jerking in turn, getting harder and harder by the pretty sounds you were making and the way you were moving your hips against him. although he'd been using a fairly gentle rhythm, now he was thrusting his fingers into you harder and harder, going even deeper.
causing moans that you could no longer control, especially when he added another finger, unconsciously, you closed your legs once more against the sensation that invaded you, but his other hand forced you to keep them spread for him.
even if you wanted to deny him access to your legs by closing them, you couldn't, his grip was too strong for you to move, it would probably leave a mark later.
when his fingers reached that spot inside you, you tilted your head back, eyes closed. he took advantage of your position to lean towards you, so that his fingers were deep inside you, and your belly was completely pressed into the countertop surface, as were your hips.
he grabbed your jaw to force you to open your eyes and tilt your head back even further, causing you to arch your back even more to the point of slight pain, and with your hands tied behind your back, it wasn't easy, so when you did, you fell into the big, intimidating black eyes of his mask.
but the idea of him fucking you in his ghostface costume, mask and gloves made you wetter, it was so wrong.
you gave him those doe eyes, and he swore he could have cum right now just from the look you were giving him. you half-opened your mouth as if to let out another moan, but nothing came out.
his thumb moved to your lower lip, his hand still gripping your jaw. his other hand continued to penetrate you roughly, but you still wanted more. he could read the desire on your face, in your eyes.
- what's the matter, pretty girl ? do you want my cock instead ?
you nod eagerly.
- please, i w-want it so bad.
the position you were in meant you couldn't breathe properly, your back arched, your head back as you stared into the big black eyes of the ghost mask.
his thumb pressed your clitoris just right, in a delicious way that brought back that exquisite sensation in your lower belly. but suddenly he withdrew his hand, feeling you suddenly empty, you let out a whine.
but he quickly silenced you by pushing the two fingers inside you into your mouth, his other hand controlling your movements through your jaw and forcing you to take his fingers covered in your juices.
- that's it, taste yourself, take those fingers right down your throat, whispered ghostface.
you felt your taste on his two fingers deposited on your tongue, you closed your mouth to suck greedily on his fingers that he pushed deep into your throat, creating new tears in the corner of your eyes and causing you a gag that seemed to satisfy him.
his fingers were so deep in your throat that your saliva was starting to drip down the corner of your mouth.
His hand that held your jaw withdrew from it, you felt the trace of the fabric of his gloves burn your jaw in the absence of his hand, then just after, you heard the sound of a belt unbuckling just behind you.
claiming only his fingers or his cock inside of you again, you moved your hips back, and felt the brutal material of his jeans, and then, from his underwear, you could especially feel his erection that was right against your ass.
you tried to speak, but with his fingers in your throat and the taste of your wetness on your tongue, those sounds were muffled, but you knew he'd heard you because he pushed his fingers even deeper into your mouth, making you feel a little dizzy.
as he let out a muffled moan against the movement of your hips against him, he in turn thrust against you, feeling your clitoris swell with excitement.
then, a few seconds later, unexpectedly, without any warning from him, you felt his tip right in front of your entrance and quickly, he penetrated you brutally, knocking the wind out of your lungs, causing you to scream due to the impact.
- did i go in too fast ? he laughed, tilting his head to one side, his voice still modified by the modulator.
he started to thrust in and out of you at a pace that made you see stars. his fingers left your throat, and you took a deep breath of air, you were suffocating, and yet his index finger remained between your mouth and your teeth, understanding what he wanted you to do, you bit the material of his glove, allowing him to slide his hand out, removing his glove for him, letting go of the glove in your mouth, you could then observe his hand.
large and covered with veins. You could almost recognize his hand. Your pussy was throbbing and the harsh thrusts didn't help.
suddenly, his hand grabbed the back of your neck and tilted you forward, pushing your chest against the surface where you rested your cheek. it felt so good, you could hear him growling behind you and your whole body wanted to submit to him. his thrusts pushed your belly against the counter, his hips slammed into your buttocks.
for support, he grabbed the ropes he'd tightened around your hands, still holding your neck to make sure you didn't move, you were his to fuck.
you tried to straighten up, but his grip prevented you, so you tried to look over your shoulder, and just seeing him fucking you could make you cum on the spot, his tall figure, the mask, him dominating you.
the erotic sound of his cock thrusting into you filled the room and mingled with your moans and grunts.
- harder, please fuck me harder, you begged, letting your forehead fall back against the counter, eyes closed.
- you want me to fuck you harder ? he said playfully, fine then, i’ll fuck you harder.
he did as you asked, but first by slowing down his thrusts, you then let out some moans as you arched your back, but then he thrust more brutally, deeper into you, all the while being fast. you opened your mouth in pleasure, before going back to biting your lip.
his bare hand grabs your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little or no time to adjust as he drives deep into you.
he pulls you back, using his grip on your wrists as your pussy tightens around his cock under his thrusts.
after a few more strokes that made you feel disoriented to the point where it was hard to keep your eyes open. a small noise near you caught your attention, you reopened your eyes breathing hard, and noticed the ghostface mask right next to you, he'd just pulled it off. your eyes widened in astonishment.
- taking it so well, hm whore ? he said in a taunting tone, the modulator was off, god, you feel amazing, he moaned.
and you recognized that voice.
- e-ethan ?
you couldn't see him, but he was smiling and pounding into you, his curly hair falling back on his forehead with a little sweat on his temples.
without you expecting it, his hand on the back of your neck slid down your throat to pull you back to his torso, your hands tied behind your back making the position slightly uncomfortable, but when you let your head fall below his shoulder to look up at him, you forgot the discomfort.
you couldn't believe it, ethan, the shy, dorky guy you were so close to.
- hi baby, surprised ? he smirked devilishly.
- i- you tried to speak, but another of his blows triggered a soft moan.
he laughed again, his eyes never leaving your face, watching as your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened in pleasure. he tightened his hand around your neck enough to reduce the air passing through to your lungs, and again he felt you tighten around him.
- look at you, what a little slut. you look so pretty with my hand around your throat.
wanting to look at him, you opened your eyes again, your eyes met and you noticed how dark his gaze was as I'd never seen it before. his hand on your hip began to rub your clit deliciously while he was thrusting in you.
he leaned over and placed his lips against yours to kiss you passionately, not giving you a chance to breathe, you kissed him back without hesitation, which made him smile.
when the kiss ended and you parted, you looked up at him again, his hand still around your neck. you let out at surprised gasp when he forced you to bend over once more, removing his hand from your throat to move it into your hair, which he grabbed to pull you back.
you found yourself in the same position as before, your back curved and your head tilted back. you could see him, but instead of the ghostface mask, you saw ethan's angelic face, who wasn't actually so angelic.
his grip on your hair made you groan, and you'd never have suspected this dominance from mindy's number one suspect.
- open your mouth.
damn.
you opened your mouth as he asked, tongue out, with a doe eyed gaze that made him growl. he leaned closer and spat into your mouth.
- swallow it.
and you did. you swallowed without replying under his eager gaze. you stuck out your tongue to prove it, god, you were sure you looked so dirty like that. his gloveless hand found its way to your cheek, and he patted it before caressing it with a delicacy that contradicted the brutality of his strokes that made you stammer.
- that’s it. you’re being very good baby.
the praise pushed you to give him a fucked up smile. the more time passed, the more you felt that knock in your lower belly. you were close,and ethan could feel it too by the way you tightened around him.
- s-shit, e-ethan, i’m close.
- i know, baby, cum for me.
with his hand pulling your hair tighter so he could get a better view of your face to see you cum, before long, you were cumming and felt your legs trembling under the intensity, and when you came, you let out the prettiest sound without worrying whether your neighbors heard you or not.
he let go of your hair, and both his hands bestially gripped your hips, he was close too, you felt overstimulated but you knew he was going to cum soon so you
let him use you. he muttered "fuck" under his breath, and cummed as he sank deep inside you, stopping his thrusts to stay deep inside you. he tilted his head back, his adam's apple perfectly visible and you didn't have to look at him to know he must be incredibly beautiful like that.
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My Brother's Best Friend Pt4
I immediately disregarded my homework at the sound of my phone ringing. I had been expecting a call from Paige ever since her game against Xavier went off, Uconn coming out with an unsurprising win.
Her smug face appeared on the screen, she had changed into her pajamas and the camera was propped up on what I assumed to be a desk or table.
"Summer Collymor."
"Paige Bueckers."
"Did you watch the game?" she asked.
"Nope," I said, "tv was unplugged as promised."
She leaned back in her chair and laughed, shaking her head. "Whatever you say."
I laughed as well, nervously toying around with the pen I had previously tossed aside with my notebook. This was the first time ever that Paige and I had facetimed, and despite our track record of never having a dry conversation, I couldn't help but worry that I'd run out of things to talk about.
"So..." she said with a smile.
"So...?" I repeated.
"How was your day?" she asked softly.
"Hmm it was okay. Practice was really great though, we got a few new girls who tried out for the second season and they're really good. I'm hoping they'll tryout again for the comp squad in the spring."
"That's good. You're pacing yourself right?"
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"With putting the routines together and studying for midterms and all, I just want to make sure you aren't stressing yourself out" she shrugged shyly.
"Aww, are you worried about me?" I smiled.
"Definitely not, who am I gonna make fun of if you're all busy and stressed?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Girl bye, look in the mirror and you'll find all the jokes you need" I laughed.
"Ohh you thought that was good huh? You weren't saying all that when I was all over you the other day" she replied cockily, crossing her arms and staring at the camera.
"So you admit that you were all over me?"
"We were all over each other."
"Mhm. If I remember correctly, it was you who made the first move," I reminded her, "so shut all that shit up."
She playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed the phone, moving to lay down on her bed. A moment of silence washed over us as I watched her watch me, both of our smiles slowly growing at the eye contact. I didn't want to be the first to back down but I could feel the tension becoming too much for me to bear. I pretended to read over a paragraph in my chem textbook, not wanting her to notice the blush that had crept onto my face. It'd go straight to her head.
"What're you wearing?" her voice was low and suggestive through the phone, but her face displayed an expression of innocence.
"A t-shirt" I said, tilting the camera up as I displayed my 2019 cheer championship shirt.
She smirked, "What else?"
"Just my underwear" I said innocently.
"Oh yeah?" she raised her eyebrows. When I nodded my head she continued, "Can I see?"
I thought about it for a moment, lifting up to make sure my door was closed before making my decision. I pulled my covers down and raised the camera, showing off the bright pink thong that I had on.
"Mm mm mm!" Paige exclaimed dramatically, shaking her head with her fist to her mouth.
"Oh God shut up!" I laughed, putting the camera back down.
"What? You look good" she complimented simply.
"Thanks, wish you were here to prove it though" I said lowly.
I didn't know where my sudden boldness came from, maybe it was because I knew Paige wasn't actually here and I had no reason to be nervous. Anything I said or did right now would surely be forgotten by the time she returned for Christmas break.
"Just touch yourself and pretend its me" she laughed, but her eyes carefully scanned my face for my reaction.
"You would say something like that" I shook my head.
"Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures" she defended with her hand up. She went quiet for a moment when I didn't say anything. "Are you doing it?" she asked with high eyebrows, surprise laced in her voice.
"No! You're so dirty," I laughed, "I was getting comfortable."
"Mhm" she nodded.
"...Did you really want me to?"
She shrugged her shoulders, not looking at the phone. She definitely wanted me to. I bit my lip as I considered it. Paige was staring at me quizzically through the phone with one of her eyebrows cocked. I was getting turned on at the thought of pleasing myself, the thought of Paige's voice in my ear as she told me what to do and how to do it.
"Okay" I said, letting out a breath.
"Huh?"
"I'll do it" I elaborated.
"You don't have to, I was just-"
"I want to" I interuppted, rubbing my legs together under the covers.
"Really?"
"Yes, what do I do?" I asked.
"Wait, have you never done it before?" she sounded surprised.
"No...is that bad?"
Paige laughed and sat up a little straighter in her bed, "No Summer it's not bad it's just...surprising?" she corrected.
"Why is it surprising?"
"I don't know, I don't know."
"Alright whatever," I smiled, "you ready to do this?"
"Are you ready?" she redirected the question.
"Yeah go, go" I encouraged.
Paige laughed lowly, shaking her head. I moved to switch off my lamp and then laid back down. Paige had gotten comfortable as well; her head rested back against her pillow and her wrist was draped over her forehead.
"Okay now...run your hands up and down your thighs" she instructed after thinking for a moment. "Just your fingertips, slow" she added quickly.
I did as I was told, softly trailing my fingertips up to the edge of my underwear and then trailing them back down to my knees. It felt like electricity coursing through my fingers and leaving burn marks on my skin where they touched. I imagined it was Paige's hands, touching me with utmost delicacy as she always did.
"You like the way that feels?" she asked.
"Yeah" I answered.
I couldn't help but feel embarrassed at what I was doing. Not only was I masturbating for the first time in my life, but I was doing it on the phone with Paige. She couldn't see me, my phone sat next to my head facing toward the ceiling, close enough to where she could hear any noise that I made.
"I want you to move your hands up and down your cunt...be gentle" she said.
I bit back a laugh at the bluntness of her words and moved my fingers over my clothed clit. I was gentle like she told me to be, hardly pressing into myself at all.
"Do it three more times, and then I want you to stop."
I could feel myself growing wetter, hotter, needier. I bit down hard on my lip, preventing shaky breaths from leaving my mouth. My clit was becoming swollen, my entire pussy throbbing with the desire to be touched by me...by Paige.
She had fucked me so good before she left and I was aching for her to do it again. I wanted to feel every inch of her, her sweaty body on mine as we went round after round.
"Take two fingers and rub in that circular motion that I know you like" she said, I could practically see the smile on her face as she spoke. "Think about me when you do it, think about my fingers touching and teasing you."
I was even more turned on at the thought of Paige hovering over me, her long blonde hair falling like a curtain over me and tickling my face.
"How wet are you Summer?" she asked lowly.
I could feel my wetness grow and begin to drip out of me, if I told her how wet I was right now she'd never let me hear the end of it. A small whimper slipped past my lips, a cry of desperation.
"So wet" I breathed out.
"Yeah...good."
"Let's get those pretty panties out the way then" she smirked.
I pushed my hand down into my underwear all too quickly, dying to feel a more intense friction.
"You're rushing, I can hear you. Slow down or I'm gonna stop" she warned, her voice serious.
I stilled my motions.
"That's a good girl" she cooed condescendingly.
I was going to come quick, I knew I was. Paige talking me through this had to be the hottest thing ever. After a good game tonight I knew she deserved to unravel me the way she was, to listen to me crumble to pieces from instructions she was giving me.
"Slowly...put your fingers in. I want it so slow it almost hurts to do, you hear me?" she said.
"Mhm..."
"Words."
"Yes, yes I hear you" I whined.
I didn't waste anymore time inserting my ring and middle fingers, a dragged out gasp filling the room. I tightly pressed my lips together, that gasp turning into a moan.
All I could think about was Paige's proud face smirking down at me as her finger repeatedly pushed in and out of me, hitting all the right spots. I imagined her lips as they connected with mine, and then they moved to my jaw, and then to my neck, and down my chest...
"Go faster for me."
I ignored the slight stinging pain I felt as I pumped my fingers faster, it was enough for me to clench my jaw, but not enough to stop.
"Fuck you sound so good" Paige grunted, running her hands through her hair. "God I miss you."
I didn't bother to stop the smile that pulled at my lips, there were so many feelings running through me that I didn't know what to do with myself.
I ran my hand up my side to my chest, using it to squeeze my tits. I could hear my fingers going in and out, my juices running down my hand.
"Do you wanna come?" she asked.
"Uh huh" I moaned out desperately.
"I want to see you" Paige said, staring at the phone.
I didn't make a move for my phone, I could feel my walls tightening around my fingers. I would come any second.
"Summer," she called out, "be a good girl and let me see you."
I snatched the phone off the bed and held it in my hand, sitting up to lean on my elbow so she could see my face.
Her eyes were dark when they met mine through the screen, she licked her lips and smiled. "Come for me pretty baby"
That'll do it.
My mouth fell open as I released all over my fingers. It was almost as if my entire existence was slipping away, like everything I had accomplished was becoming undone. My body shook for a moment, and it felt like I was lying on clouds taking shots of Pink Whitney with Jesus Christ. Nothing was real.
If that's what giving myself an orgasm felt like, I was upset that I hadn't done it sooner. I laid there for a moment, coming back to my sense as I came down from my high.
"You okay over there?" Paige asked, her voice laced with amusement.
I laughed and brought the phone closer to my face, playfully narrowing my eyes. I got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom, setting up the phone to wash my hands.
"I've actually never done that before...like, talked someone through it like that I mean" Paige confessed.
"Aw, I took your phone sex virginity" I teased, rubbing the soap into my hands.
She snorted, "You're a cornball."
"Yes, yes, so I've been told."
IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO FKN RUSHED LIKEEEEE
but at least i tried yk
i haven't been in the smut mood ??????🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨
but like I told yall I need a little more practice, I just can't tell what's too much and what isn't enough WHERES THE LINE ????
but okay like any suggestions like...what do yall want to see next🙄?
#paige bueckers x reader#brother's best friend#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#wlw post#smut#ilovepaigebueckers
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Bluecollaesimon coming home late, exhausted and sore and grimy and irritable.
But he sees you when he opens the door and finally feels like he can breath.
For once he doesn’t care too much about getting you dirty, he scoops you up and lays you on the couch, kicking off his shoes and tossing his jacket on the table before he lays on you, wrapping his arms around your hips and laying his cheek against your chest
kicking off his boots at the door and stomping through the flat to the kitchen, ready to kick off about his shitty day
but how can he ruin the pleasant sight of you stirring a pot at the stove, wearing nothing but a pair of his old trackies and one of your own shirts?
“simon? that you?” you say sweetly as you turn your head to see who the sudden thundering footsteps belong to, your beautiful smile cracking across your face when you realise he’s home.
your simon is home.
he feels hours worth of tension leak from his sore bones just from the sound of your voice.
he walks over to you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head whilst his hand reaches round to turn off the burner.
“you not hungry?”
he answers you by bending down, but not without a groan of exertion, and tossing you over his shoulder.
you let out a squeal, reaching down to slap his ass over his work trousers.
“oi. behave.” he grumbles as he walks through the flat, walking back to the front room and dropping you on the sofa.
he grabs the remote and switches on the tv, a random game show playing on the screen as he climbs on top of you and lays down.
he fumbles around awkwardly until finally settling with his head on your tummy and his bulky arms wrapped around your hips.
you snort softly at the sight, your fingers moving to massage his scalp.
“you not gonna shower first?” you ask
“nah.” he responds, pressing a kiss to the skin of your belly, “you already smell anyway.”
you let out a laugh at his childish humour, flicking his nose.
“prick.” you breathe out with a little laugh.
he was your prick though.
#mw2#ghost#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#simon riley#simon riley x reader#cod mw2#bluecollar!simon
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Growing Pains | Neil Lewis x Unstable Ex-Girlfriend!Reader
Synopsis: Lying to Neil about breaking up with him didn't go over too well, so you want to make it up to him.
Warnings: Stalking, Home Invasion, Non-Con, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dom-Sub Aspects, etc.
Author's Note: I've seen a lot of amazing stories that make Neil the creep so I wanted to reverse the roles. I love how scared he looks in the gif above. Also, please reply if you want me to add you to a taglist! Here. Take it! @mothhball
“I missed you so much, Neil.” You whispered, standing over the fearful man. His blue eyes were wide with unease.
“How the fuck did you…” Neil trailed off, noticing the unlocked window you crawled through.
“You left it unlocked so I knew you were waiting for me.” You smiled.
“You have serious issues. You broke up with me and when I finally start to get over you, here you are.” Neil complained, putting his face in his hands.
“You mean you weren’t thinking of me all those times you jacked off in the shower or in here with some smutty VHS tape playing?” You teased, walking to his worn out VHS player.
Neil went to stop you from taking the tape out but remembered he was nude underneath the blanket. He rushed awkwardly and hid his lower half, but he was too late.
“College Girls Get Pounded #13. What a summary!” You exclaimed, putting the tape back in the slot and pressing play. A lewd clip of a cheerleader having an orgy with some of her football-playing counterparts appeared on the screen. Gruff hands entered the frame to grab at the soft flesh of her breasts, thighs, and ass. Her pleas for mercy were met sneers and teasing.
“Can you please-“ Neil started, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
“Shh, this is my favorite part.” You shushed him, earning a confused glance.
You watched her entire body shake as one of the players rammed into her. He covered her mouth and held her firmly in place. Her cries of pleasure were still audible. Just as she was about to come, Neil turned off the TV.
“Please go home. You’ve humiliated me enough.” Neil sighed, ignoring his hard-on.
“I am home. Also, I have something to show you. Be right back.” You winked, scurrying into his closet with your book bag.
Neil told himself that he was sick of your mind games, but another part of him was absolutely enthralled. None of his exes put him on edge like you did. You brought out the most insane parts of his personality.
Opening the closet door, you revealed that you put on your old cheerleader uniform. It was a bit too snug and your skirt sat too high. Your breasts were spilling out of the top. You sold the look with a sparkly bow tied around your ponytail. Neil was practically drooling, but he tried to stay firm in his refusal of your advances.
“J-just go. I don’t even know why you put that on.” Neil said, his voice cracking toward the beginning of the sentence.
You walked toward him and stood over him once more. He closed his eyes tightly hoping you would disappear like you did in his dreams. You were obviously still standing there when he opened them. Kneeling in front of him, you started to pull the blanket away from his lower half. You giggled at his pathetic efforts to stop you. Finally, you saw what he was so embarrassed about. His dick was painfully hard. Pre-ejaculate leaked from his tip. Veins adorned his shaft.
You took him in your hands as an evil smile grew across your face. You squeezed slightly, making him whimper.
“Dirty little boy…” You degraded him. Suddenly, you had an idea that would humiliate him further.
“Stand in front of the window.” You ordered.
“Please don-“ He begged.
“Do it.” You spat through gritted teeth.
He walked to the window and stood quietly. You walked up behind him and forcefully put his hands above the window, exposing himself completely. You spit in your hand and began stroking him harshly. Neil cried out and asked you to stop. However, you saw him thrusting into your hand. His eyes brimmed with tears as his anxiety was through the roof. It was the middle of the night, but he worried some stranger would see you two.
You planted kisses on his shoulder and occasionally massaged his tip with your thumb. You were turned on by his crying. Neil’s whining grew louder as he approached his climax. His hands were clenched into tight fists above the window. You rutted against him to rile him up even more. Suddenly, hot ropes seed shot out of him onto the window sill. The rest seeped between your fingers. You continued to stroke slowly to drain him of any remaining defiance.
“P-please, I’ll do anything you say. It hurts.” Neil sobbed.
“You mean it?” You mocked.
“Yes.” Neil replied, tears rolling down his face.
“Good.” You said, pulling him toward the bed and pushing him down. Straddling him, you pulled off your top. Neil’s teary eyes took in the beautiful sight. He reached up to touch you before you smacked his hand away.
“I wanna watch a movie.” You blurted out. Neil seemed to relax at your suggestion. You made it an effort to bend over and put in the tape. Coming back to the bed, you straddled him once more, facing away. You pulled up your skirt and slid down on him. A faint moan left your mouth as you turned to the screen.
“I tho-I thought we were watching a movie.” Neil faltered, feeling a rush of adrenaline again.
“We are. Now shut up so I can watch.” You reprimanded him, moving up and down slowly. You missed how he felt inside of you. Neil’s breathing was heavy and ragged. His pupils were dilated and his legs trembled intermittently. He saw how your arousal covered his shaft. He wanted to pin you down and take you like the girl in the video. Being submissive to you proved to be way more interesting, however.
“This is one of the high points of 1940s cinema, isn’t it?” You asked innocently, bouncing faster.
“What?” Neil responded, completely oblivious.
“Why aren’t you paying attention? This is one of your favorite movies, Neil. You talked my fucking ear off about it when we met.” You chastised him, slowing down once more.
“N-no, I am paying attention. I feel like it’s one of the best movies of the era. I…” He trailed off once you clenched around him.
“Mhmm, and what else?” You teased.
“The cinematography is extraordinary.” He said, staring at you.
“Yeah...” Your voice quavered as you felt that familiar warmth in your lower stomach. Neil picked up on this and decided to return the favor. He sat up and pulled you toward him. Your back was flush against his chest. He groped your breasts harshly and moved his hand to your clit. You gave him a death stare that made him smile sweetly.
“What did you like about the movie, darling?” Neil goaded.
“Fuck you.” You ignored him, loving that he was touching you.
“Ah-ah, watch your language.” He said, bottoming out. You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he held you tightly. As he began thrusting vigorously, he pinched one of your nipples. A reverberant moan left your throat. At this point, the neighbors definitely heard you two. Neil moved his fingers from your clit to your mouth. Eyes rolling back, you sucked them lovingly as he hit your g-spot with each thrust. You leaned forward to lessen the blow of his movements before he yanked you back by your skirt.
“Stay still, slut.” Neil snapped, putting a hand around your throat.
Your vision went white when you came. You groaned loudly and held his wrist for dear life. He missed this so much. You two pushed each other to your respective limits. He was truly depressed when you “broke up” with him. You made it seem so real. He wondered if he wasn’t enough, but now he had his answer.
#cillian murphy#neil lewis#watching the detectives#cillian murphy smut#my writing#neil lewis x reader#fanfiction#love#breakup
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Crush | Angus Tully x reader
pictures not mine, edit is mine
gender neutral reader
edited: no (might edit in future)
warnings: angst(?), swearing, drinking/drunkenness, weirdly-written pov, disappointed "parents", idrk
summary: Angus and reader are both pining but all it takes is a little alcohol to fix that. -> Hunham isn't fired, reader goes to Barton
a/n: I'm so glad the internet loves this man as much as I do. This movie got me to write again so I'm just glad for that. I might post more for him, idk. Let me know if you want some shorter stuff. I tried to capture Angus's dorkiness but IDK how well that turned out, LOL!
♡ ♡ ♡
“God, that was so nerve-wracking!”
“Really?” He smirked. “You didn’t look nervous when you were up there practically singing your heart out.”
“I mean it! My heart’s going so fast! Here, feel it.” Before he could process what you meant you had already grabbed his hand and stuck it flat against your chest. He could feel the thumping, rhythmically beating faster than usual, but mostly he was fixated on his hand being pressed against your body. His eyes widened a little, staring at your hand that still held his, his mouth parted ever so slightly.
His face became flushed as you rambled on about the presentation and how you worried about how it might affect your grade. He envied you in that moment, able to be so normal about something as intimate as this. He wanted to move his hand lower, feel more of your chest, but instead you released his hand and he returned it to his side.
You didn’t notice how quiet he was, trying to stop his mind from going to places he didn’t want you to know about. He nodded along whenever you looked up at him and laughed when you laughed but his eyes flitted between your neck and your lips.
He noticed he was walking at some point, didn’t even realize he was moving until you stopped in front of the door to your room. You walked inside, turning when he didn’t follow. “Coming in?”
He shook his head, effectively shaking his wandering mind free of dirty thoughts. “Yeah, yeah. What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” You sigh, flopping on the bed. “What do you want to do?” He stood awkwardly beside you, his hands in his pockets. Laughing, you pat the spot next to you. “Relax, what are you so on edge for?” Right. This wasn’t something unusual. You two often came to each other’s rooms and lounged around.
He didn’t smile back but he could feel his cheeks heating up. He only hoped you wouldn’t notice– “You okay?” You sat up, leaning against the headboard and staring into his eyes as he sat down across from you.
“Yeah, sorry, my mind is somewhere else.”
“Yeah? Where else?” You tilted your head slightly, like a puppy diligently listening to their owner.
“Nowhere.” You didn’t press, you never did. He’d tell you if he really wanted to, no sense in annoying him about it. After that fateful Christmas break that brought you two together, though, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about his dad every time he began to stare off into space.
You’d met because of circumstance. The only two ‘holdovers’ left at Barton academy. Angus’s parents couldn’t be contacted and you couldn’t stand the thought of spending three weeks with the biggest jerk in school. It’d be much nicer to spend the weeks alone, reading in your room– or studying as Mr. Hunham originally governed. Instead you got to, albeit unintentionally, sort out your trauma together. Who knew Librium was such a popular drug?
“You wanna go see if Mary’s got the Match Game on? I kind of just want to sit on the couch.” He nodded.
Mary was in fact in front of the TV and Mr. Hunham, a bit unexpectedly, was too. They shared the couch facing the screen although sat on each of the ends, as far away from each other as possible. Mary and Mr. Hunham both liked their respective routines: Mary’s was to relax each night with game shows and Hunham’s to be alone… somewhere.
You and Angus entered the room silently and sat on the adjacent couch, considerably closer than the two adults. Angus grabbed a pillow and handed it to you before grabbing one for himself and hugging it. He leaned back into the cushions, tired eyes lazing towards the television. You had a similar approach, putting the pillow on the arm rest and lying down, legs tucked in.
When you woke up, you were just as you were when you first sat down. Only now there was a blanket draped over you. You peeked over the blanket to see where Angus had taken up the same position you had on the opposite armrest. He was rubbing his eyes currently, only just have woken up himself.
He winced as he stood up and stretched out. You smiled, his long legs must hurt from being curled into that awkward position all night.
Mary walked in, fully dressed in her uniform. “Good, you two are up. I didn’t want to have to wake you. Hurry back to your rooms, it’s already 7:15.” You glanced at the clock to confirm.
“Shit!” Angus exclaimed but then rescinded under Mary’s disapproving gaze. “Breakfast is in fifteen minutes. Mary, why didn’t you wake us up last night?”
She put a hand on her hip. “Why should that be my job? Anyways, I fell asleep too. Only one who didn’t was Hunham who was gone when I woke up.”
“Fair point.” Turning to you, Angus got caught in his own tracks. He meant to quip a ‘let’s go’ and begin to head back but he was instead met by you, still leaning against the pillow with slightly tousled hair and half-open eyes.
Mary had left at this point, leaving the two of you to awkwardly stare at one another for a couple moments. You broke it by standing up next to him, slowly and steadily. “Guess we should get ready for breakfast, huh?”
“Yeah. Uh, yeah.”
♡
After breakfast, you and Angus didn’t see each other until your Laws and Government class. He usually sat in the back corner, unseen and unheard, but you preferred the front so you could pay better attention. Instead, a compromise was made, and the two of you now sat in the center of the room.
The teacher of the class was a highly pompous and old-fashioned old man. His hair was stark white and his cheeks and nose glowed red. He’d almost look like Santa Claus if it weren’t for his contant scowl. Worst of all, he hated uniqueness. If you didn’t kiss up to his highly conservative values then you weren’t getting an A. And you needed an A.
He was handing back the scores from the oral presentations you had the day prior. The one that made your heart jump out of your chest and into Angus’s unexpecting hands. You both looked at each other, making reassuring eye contact before flipping the papers. He smiled, B+. You, on the other hand, couldn’t be more disappointed. C-? What was the point of putting a minus when anything under a C was failing? You shrank back into your chair, never having got a failing grade before.
You stuffed the paper in your bag, not caring that it crumpled. Angus reached over and placed his hand on your knee. He didn’t say anything but you appreciated the gesture. He knew how much your grades meant to you. You stuck your tongue out at him and his decent grade but he knew you meant well.
♡
You didn’t usually drink, but tonight was the exception. Was it dramatic to be drinking due to a bad grade? Yes. Did that stop you from taking up Teddy Kountze’s offer to go to an off-campus party? No. Yeah, maybe it was a bad idea to accept the offer of the guy who was a constant ass to you and your best friend, but when he asked you were already in a bad mood. You didn’t even have to interact with him there, just confiscate all the free alcohol and get comfortable on the couch.
And so you did. When you walked into the house you said ‘hi’ to a couple people you knew and then ran to the kitchen. The smell hit you immediately, there was no second guessing what everyone was drinking. God, people really like this stuff? Whatever, it’s just one night.
“Angus Tully, call for you.” A teacher Angus didn’t recognize had knocked on his door at nearly five to one in the morning. He groaned, trudging down the hall to the nearest phone. Getting a call was already rare for him but one at one at one a.m. was out of the question. It was even more surprising when he heard the voice of the person on the other end.
“Tully?”
“Kountze?”
“Thank God, can you get down here?”
“I already told you, I don’t want to come to your stupid-ass party. Shouldn’t it be ending soon, anyway?”
Teddy groaned. “I don’t want you to come and hang out, I want you to come and pick up (Y/n).”
“(Y/n)? What’re they doing there?”
“I don’t know, man. Just come get them. I don’t know how much he drank but he’s been passed out on the couch for hours. Every time I try to wake him up he just kicks me.” Angus laughed. “Just get him out of here, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. Give me twenty minutes.”
Angus didn’t have a car but he knew someone who did. He knocked on the door to the teacher’s lounge where he knew Mr. Hunham would probably be watching TV with Mary. They seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Mary yelled for him to come in.
Mr. Hunham nodded. “Mr. Tully.”
“Hello, Angus. You didn’t come all the way down here just to watch TV with us, did you? Usually you’re not alone.”
“I didn’t, actually. I was hoping I could get a ride, (Y/n)’s drunk and needs a ride home.”
Mary frowned. “(Y/n)? I didn’t think they were the type.”
Angus just shrugged. “Usually he’s not but he’s been talking to Teddy Kountze more. I think he’s the instigator here.” He stuffed his hands into his front pocket, shrugging.
Hunham scoffed. “That boy is a devil.”
“Oh, shush. He’s just a kid.” Mary scolded. “... even if he is a little asshole.”
They shared a laugh, followed by Mr. Hunham groaning as he stood. “Alright, I’ll drive. But I'm staying in the car. And tell him not to vomit on my seats.”
Angus nodded, following his teacher out. “Yes, sir!”
When they arrived Mr. Hunham parked on the street, right out front. Angus got out onto the lawn. “I’ll be right back.” Hunham nodded.
He saw Teddy first. Teddy just scowled and pointed to a room to the right. You were exactly where Kountze said you would be, passed out on the couch. You had a bottle of something in your arms, snugly held tight against your body. Angus pulled that out first and set it on the table across from you. You grumbled softly, missing the feeling of having something in your arms, and shot your leg out to kick who you thought was Kountze.
Luckily Angus was just out of reach and laughed in response. “(Y/n), time to wake up.” You lifted your hand to shoo him away but he persisted. “Come on,” he shook you softly. “Let’s go. Mr. Hunham’s outside.” That woke you up.
“Mr. Hunham?” Your eyes got wide. “What’s he doing here?” You sat up and Angus sat next to you, keeping you upright after a bit of sudden dizziness.
“He’s our ride.”
“I’m a bit embarrassed.” You put your flushed face in your hands, leaning your elbows on your knees.
“I’m sure he won’t judge you… Maybe just a little disappointed.” He laughed, standing back up and holding his hand out.
“No, I’m embarrassed with myself. I shouldn't have drank.” Your slurring was becoming more apparent now and Angus was sure you’d start crying if you stayed here any longer.
“How much did you have to drink?”
You knit your eyebrows together and frowned, obviously starting to get a bit grumpy. “I don’t know. Three? Four?”
“What? Bottles?”
“Cups.” You nodded towards a red solo on the table.
“Cups?” He laughed. “That’s it?”
You sighed, grabbing his hand and standing up. He couldn’t help notice the way you didn’t let go. Chests almost pressed together from the tight space. “Yeah, It’s my first time.” He breathed in sharply, eyes floating down.
“Really? You’ve never drank before? Mary was right about you.”
You slapped his arm half-heartedly. “Mary knows too? Who else did you tell!?” He broke from the spell and began to lead you towards the door.
He smiled. “Only the whole school.” You groaned in response.
When you got outside, Mr. Hunham rolled down the window to begin his speech before you even had the chance to get to the car. Angus opened the door to the backseat and helped you in but you grabbed his arm when he began to back up. You tugged ever so slightly and he gave in to the weak show of force, climbing into the backseat with you. You didn’t put up a fight but neither did he.
“... this isn’t the way to go about life. When you get to my age you…” You nodded along to whatever Mr. Hunham was saying, occasionally adding in an ‘I know,’ ‘You’re right,’ or ‘I’m sorry.’ Angus sat a bit stiffly next to you. You still had his arm in yours, hugging it as you had with the bottle.
♡
He dropped you onto the edge of your bed before falling down beside you with a groan. He needed a moment before he went back to his room. You, slightly more awake now, slung your legs across Angus’s chest in an awkward L-shape. He let you stay like that for a moment, catching his breath and savoring this while he could.
“Angus?” You asked softly, tilting your head to peer down at him.
“Yeah?” He pushed your legs back off the side of the bed so he could kneel beside you and help you take your shoes off.
“You’re so pretty, do you know that?” He paused, staring across at you, obviously shocked. Your face, though, was completely indifferent. “I mean it, you’re so beautiful. You’ve got perfect hair and perfect skin and perfect eyes. I don’t get it. You must know, right? I hope you know.”
“I-” He tried to speak but what would he say? He was still knelt down, desperately watching your face– which was still staring back innocently. Without thinking, he crawled onto the bed next to you, leaning up against the headboard. You adjusted, too, so you could continue staring at him, head on the pillow. He felt a bit hot under your gaze but he basked in the attention, he only wished he knew how to respond to make this last. To get you to look at him like this forever.
“God! You’re just so perfect! I don’t tell you that enough but I do think it. A lot. You’re just so pretty…”
“I don’t think you’ve ever told me.”
He could see the fatigue slowly taking over your eyes as you kept going. “You’ve got this dopey smile,” You saw his face turn. “Not a bad dopey! Cute-dopey. It’s the kind of smile that makes me want to smile too.” Absent-mindedly you began to reach up to touch his lips, stopping centimeters from contact.
“Um, thank you.” God, that’s what he came up with?
You giggled, though.“You’re welcome.”
“I think you’re pretty too. I’ve been staring at the back of your head since I got to Barton. And then when Christmas break happened I was pissed I didn’t get to go home, sure, but man I was so excited when I found out you were staying too. I’m glad I get to see more of you than your hair now.”
“You’re lying.” You accused him but you were smiling.
“I’m not, I swear!” He couldn’t help but smile too.
“You can’t have been looking at me since you moved here because I’ve been looking at you since you moved here. And before Christmas, I don’t think we made eye contact once.”
“Believe what you want,” He laughed. “I’m telling the truth.”
You sighed, brushed him off wistfully, and went back to longing. You spoke as if you’d forgotten the previous few exchanges. Perhaps you had. “I wish I could look at you all the time. I wish I could touch your face and your hair whenever I wanted. I wish I could–” You abruptly stopped and stared him down. Angus had to remind himself again that you were out of it. You looked as if you were trying to make a decision but the alcohol was making it impossible to choose. Angus leaned forward a bit, almost unwillingly. He hardly even noticed his movements until your fingers finally touched his face.
Your eyes flickered down, his did too. Slowly you brushed against his bottom lip. He parted his mouth slightly, cheeks becoming more red by the second. You moved onto his top lip before brushing his cheek. His eyes hadn’t left your mouth. Pulling your hand back slightly you looked up to his messy curls. Reaching up, you grabbed the hair at the back of his neck, running your hands through it. He had to stop himself from making any noise.
“And you’ve got these big brown eyes, they’re really pretty, you know. I feel all shy when you look at me… like in the way you are now.” You sighed deeply, as if the weight of the world were on your shoulders. “God, Angus. I think I love you.”
It took everything in him to not swoop down and kiss you right then. He was glad you were drunk so you wouldn’t remember his bright red face, but he also couldn’t help but wish your confession had been a sober one. His mouth was stuck in a small ‘o’ before he realized you were waiting for an answer. “I don’t think this is the right time.”
You cut him off before he could clarify. “What do you mean? Are you dating someone else…? I’ll wait.” Your words made him sputter out a short laugh but your face was nothing but serious.
“That’s not what I meant. I–”
You frowned. “Then, what do you mean?”
“I mean,” He brushed some hair from your eyes. “You’re drunk and probably won't remember any of this in the morning. How about you tell me again when you aren’t inebriated?”
You grabbed his hand, holding it close to your chest. “Why? What if I forget? It hurts too much not to tell you…”
“I won’t forget.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll remind you.”
He kissed you on the forehead, needing something to tide him over until he could act the way he truly wanted to. You curled up on your side before looking at him expectantly. He blushed and compiled, lying down next to you but leaving a couple inches between your two bodies.
He heard you laugh and move closer. He let out something between a moan and a gasp and you smirked in victory. Still, though, he wasn’t close enough. You reached out and grabbed his hand, setting it on your waist.
“You never told me,” You leaned into his chest. “Do you like me back?” You sounded like a middle schooler talking to their playground crush. Angus was almost unable to respond from the grin that trapped his face.
“Isn’t it obvious? Of course I’m in love with you too.”
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sleep well ; (alejandro balde x reader)
summary; your boyfriend misses you on an away barçelona game so he facetimes you but things get carried away
warnings- masturbation, dirty talk, spanish speaking.
note: this is very short, request anything if u want i’ll be working on the request nexts & i just finsihed this during school so.. request anything or even a part 2 to this! enjoy:,)
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“como te fue en el juego?” (-how did your game go?) you said as you were laying down on your stomach, camera on holding the phone to show your face, “bueno va bien, es solo que..han pasado dos días sin ti.” (-it’s going well, just that it’s been two days without you.) he said sighing as you saw a small pout forming in his face, you giggled at his expressions. “no puede ser tan malo, me verás en unos días..no te preocupes.” (-it can’t be that bad, you’ll see me in a few days again..don’t worry.) you said moving the camera a bit as you shifted around the sheets finding a good position before your ass accidentally showed on the screen. “perdón.” (-im sorry) you said as you saw his eyes widened a bit, “bueno que estuviste haciendo ahora que no estoy en la casa contigo..” (-well, what have you been doing now that am not at home with you.) alejandro said as you hummed rubbing your thighs together, “hmmm well..it’s not bad just the bed empty pretty much.” you said as he chuckled through your phone, “you played so well tho baby, i’m proud of you.” you said as he smiled at you through the facetime call.
once the call had gotten quieter you looked over to your phone still seeing the facetime was still going, “ale? are you asleep?” you said as you heard a slightly faint groan, “yes baby..?” he said as you frowned knowing something was off, “what are you doing?” getting suspicious as you overthought two things. one, he’s falling asleep and it’s time to call it a night or..two, he’s thinking about you. it was quiet for a few seconds, that was until a grunt was heard. lour and clear. “just..thinking about you.” he says as you blushed heavily, “mmmm you are?” you said as you felt your heart fluttering. “can’t stop thinking about us and our private moments..” he said as you closed your eyes humming as your mind flooded dirty thoughts. thoughts that instantly gave you butterflies. you looked at the camera turning it on, “baby..show me what your doing right now..” you said your voice being calm as he didn’t hesitate to pick his phone up, showing you his half undressed self as your eyes dropped down to his veiny-hard dick. you blushed heavily as you rubbed your thighs together. “is that for me?” you said smiling innocently as you heard him grunt through the facetime again.
“fuck babe.. i miss you so bad.” he said as you put a pillow far from you grabbing your phone placing it far from you, your whole body and your face showing, “want me to help baby? it’ll be worth it.” you said chewing and sucking on the flesh skin of your bottom skin as you heard him say a groany ‘yes’ you giggled as you slid your hands under his hoodie rubbing your nipple against your cold fingertips as you bit down on your skin. “look baby..” you said as he looked at the camera before you grabbed the hem of his hoodie, lifting it up as your bare chest and half your clitoral area showed, he groaned as you giggled shaking your chest as you squeezed your breasts together. you looked at his reaction smiling innocently to him, “fuck..i want to touch them.”he said groaning as you saw his hand stroking himself up and down, “i want you here ale..letting your hands roam around my body, letting you do whatever you want..” you said as he chuckled biting down on his lip as he admired your body through the phone, “touch yourself for me baby.” he whispered loud and clear as you hummed in response.
you slid your hand down to your clitoral area, rubbing your folds as a small whimper slipped out of your lips, picking up the wetness from your fingers, spreading it around your clit as you began to rub yourself slowly, your breath hitching as a moan left your mouth. “a-ale..” you moaned out as you held onto the sheet with your free hand still rubbing yourself, “i want you..i want your cock to stuff me up and strech my walls..” you said in between your moans as he groaned through the phone, you continued rubbing yourself as you slid a finger inside you, arching your back as a whiny moan left your lips thrusting your finger in and out of you slowly, “f-fuckkkk..m-miss..your dick..” you whimpered out as you rubbed your clit with your free hand yet thrusting your finger in & out of you, as you leaned your head back hitting that spot, closing your eyes imagining as if they were his fingers.
“such a dirty little girl for me.. i just want to fuck myself into you and mark my territory everywhere on you.” he said as your stomach began burning up as you were close to your orgasm, you whined out loud thrusting your fingers in and out of you, “i-i’m..close..” you whimpered out as he chuckled through the phone, as you began to thrust your fingers quickly. moaning loudly as you kept hitting the same spot that drove you crazy, over and over. “please..i need your cock..s-so bad..” you cried out as felt yourself closer and closer. “you’re always doing so well for me..so adorable. i should reward you.” he said chuckling as that was all you needed for yourself to leave your peak, as you moaned out his name over and over as you came on your fingers with the thoughts of him. you slowed your pace down as you catched your breath pulling your fingers out slowly, as your thighs were shaking. you lowered your hoodie down as you laid on your stomach and sighed shakily.
“was that worth it?” he said chuckling as you rolled your eyes nodding your head, “were u masturbating the whole time?” you said letting out a hitched out giggle, as he chuckled, “of course, you showed half your ass out and you weren’t wearing panties, missy.” he said.
“don’t worry. it’ll be much fun when am home.”
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Video Games
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female!Reader
Summary: It's been a long time, and Ben direly misses his wife. Only a video chat truly reveals how much.
Accompanying one shot to Rehab
Warnings: 18+/NSFW, language & insults, human!Ben, long distance relationship, smut (masturbation f & m, dirty talk), angst
Word Count: 2.0k
A/N: I know you guys begged me for a happy ending, and I promise it's coming (maybe in form of a three parter? 👀), but yeah, this is clearly not it. Somehow, my fingers always go rogue on the keyboard when it comes to these two, no matter my good intentions.
Transfixed green eyes are glued to the TV screen as Victoria Neuman gives yet another speech on another stage in another state on V-SPAN, yapping about some fucking policies Ben doesn’t give two shits about. He also could give less fucks about the president in general, his gaze focused on a young, beautiful woman standing by Neuman’s right side.
Yeah, he’s only enduring that shit show for her.
Y/N’s tight black pencil skirt makes his cock ache. It ends a few too many inches above the knees, too short for a Chief of Staff. Ben knows she’s only wearing it for him. It’s part of the sick game they’ve been playing.
That little piece of clothing could ride up any second and reveal her glistening pussy underneath to a whole audience, flashing conservatives and liberals alike. Ben has told her not to wear panties, and because she’s a good fucking girl, she has obliged his wishes. Y/N’s the best fucking wife, after all.
His eyes then flicker to the door down the hallway as he sits comfortably on the couch with a beer bottle in hand. It’s still shut tightly, the kid fast asleep. With the air clear, Ben’s hand slips into his sweatpants and palms his semi, jerking his fist up and down his hardening length.
He shuts his eyes for a heartbeat, imagining what her tight and soaked cunt feels like wrapped around him. Fuck, he misses her so goddamn much. He hates being alone, even though he’s not. He’s still got the kid, so it all trickles down to him fucking hating being without her.
There’s no cure for Y/N, and there’s no replacement for her, either.
Ben sets the beer down on the coffee table and frees his dick fully, shuffling the gray sweats down to his ankles. When Neuman finishes the last leg of her speech, he watches as Y/N eagerly begins to chew on her bottom lip, almost gnawing the goddamn thing bloody. She’s as fucking giddy as he is.
As soon as the president and her entourage leave the stage, Ben grabs his phone and opens her contact. His thumb brushes the little blue button with the camera symbol, his ears waiting to hear her sweet and sultry voice again as it dials.
Her bright smile is the first thing he sees. His heart beats so fast the friction causes a fire and melts the broken thing into a puddle. He can feel the heat in his cheeks as they involuntarily rise with a smile he can’t muzzle.
“Fuck, I’m so hard, baby girl,” he says and squeezes the throbbing cock in his fist.
Y/N laughs, shaking her head. “Hello, husband. I’m good, thank you for asking. How are you?”
“Like I said, fucking hard,” he reiterates, his deep voice raspy, impatient, and hungry. He rolls his green eyes. “C’mon, you really wanna chitchat about small talk? I know you’re fucking dripping for my cock under that tight little skirt.”
Y/N’s eyes widen scoldingly, but the flush of red in her cheeks makes him chuckle. “Ben! I’m still in the elevator. At least let me get to my hotel room first.”
“Perfect.” Ben smirks broadly, a mischievous glint in his forest green orbs. “Just push the red ‘Stop’ button and lemme rail that cunt there.”
“Charming as always,” another voice chimes.
“I’m not alone, you idiot,” Y/N informs him, giggling, and swings the camera till Victoria’s bitchy grin of amusement comes into view.
Ben rolls his eyes in open and shameless annoyance, scoffing. “Ugh, of course, that bull dyke’s with you…”
Victoria only smirks at his insult with crossed arms. “Unlike you, that never gets old, coot. How are those adult diapers suiting you?”
“You fucking hippie cuntzilla,” Ben grits angrily, his brow scrunching so much he’s close to a rage headache. “You couldn’t fucking handle all of me.”
“Trust me, I don’t want to,” Victoria huffs mockingly. “You know what they say – once the body goes, the mind follows, you dried-up dinosaur.”
“You fucking–”
“Okay, alright! Stop it you two. Enough with the insults,” Y/N steps in and pans the camera away from Neuman’s winning smirk and back to her. She sighs. “That’s my floor. We’re almost there.”
Ben still boils with fury, especially when he hears the two women exchange a few bullet points about a staff meeting before bidding their goodbyes. But by the time Y/N unlocks the door to her room, he’s simmered down enough and stroked his cock back to its full glory.
Y/N sets up her phone on her dresser, the lens focused on her as she takes a step back. A naughty smile curves her lips as she licks them and plays with the buttons on her blouse.
“Ready?” she asks and waits for him to switch the camera around.
Ben chuckles and aims the lens on his dick, standing proud and tall. “Look for yourself, baby girl.”
Y/N bites her lip at the sight of his cock – so fucking thick, long, and swollen. “Fuck, I’d kill to have you inside of me right now,” she coos and pops open the buttons of her blouse, one by one. Soon, the white silk material slips off her shoulders and leaves her standing in an all too-innocent white bra, her tits perfectly framed by delicate lace. Her hands then wander behind her back and unhook it, freeing two full breasts. She massages and gropes them, rolling her pert nipples between her fingers as she moans.
“Shit, you know that fucking turns me on when you talk like that,” Ben grunts, pumping his cock harder as it swells in his hand. “Show me that tight pussy of yours. Need to see it before I fucking come. Bet it’s real wet, huh?”
“Fucking drenched,” Y/N croons and opens the back zipper of her skirt. “Can feel it fucking run down my thighs. Thought all day about you. I didn’t wear any panties like I promised you.”
“Such a fucking good girl,” Ben praises her with a smirk on his lips. “Where’s that fucking feminism of yours now, huh?” he teases, chuckling. “Fuck, I wanna feel that slick on my fingers and lick it clean off.”
“This one, asshole?” Y/N giggles as her hand delves into her skirt and runs through her soaked folds. She pulls out her glistening fingers and sucks them into her mouth, tasting her own sweet arousal.
“Fucking shit…” Ben hisses, his cock twitching needily in his hand. All he wants is to eat her out and sink into her. “Pull that fucking thing off right now and get on the bed. Ass first,” he orders.
Y/N does as he says, the skirt falling down her smooth legs and revealing her bare pussy to him. She spins around and climbs on the mattress on all fours, wiggling her ass high in the air. She smirks over her shoulder at the camera when she hears his wanton growl before she lays down on her back and spreads her legs wide, her pink and wet cunt in full view.
“Fuck, look at you, baby. So fucking perfect. I’d love to fuck you stupid till you’re a drooling mess, you little cockslut,” Ben says and can feel himself riding closer to the edge. “Touch yourself for me. Flick that little clit till you tremble and scream for me to fill you.”
Y/N’s hand dives between her thighs, two fingers rubbing circles on her sensitive flesh. She mewls and whimpers with every touch. “Fuck, can I put a finger inside me?”
“Shit, yeah,” Ben groans enthusiastically. “Try three. Stuff ‘em in there. Real deep. Come for me, baby. Wanna see that pretty face you make.”
“Fuck, Ben! I need you… I want you… So bad… Want your cock to fuck me… Please… I miss you…” Y/N moans and cries as she works herself into a frenzy. The familiar tug in her belly threatens to implode with each stroke.
Ben’s already a goner when those last words reach him, fisting his cock so hard he’s glad he doesn’t have superpowers anymore. He might’ve broken it for good otherwise. Precum leaks from his red and swollen tip, slicking his aching dick with each jerk of his hand. He’d give anything to feel her mouth and ample lips around his length, but the memory of it suffices to make him explode for now.
Swiftly, he grabs a few tissues from the box next to him and blows his load inside of them while Y/N’s blissful screams fill his ears as her climax tears through her. A few more slow and lazy strokes milk the rest of his dick before his shoulders deflate, and Ben relaxes back into the comfort of the soft couch cushions.
Pantingly, they lie in silence for a minute and let their speeding hearts find calm again. Y/N then props up from the bed and saunters to the dresser to grab her phone before she plops back down on the mattress. She frames the camera on her face and smiles at him, her cheeks flushed with an afterglow.
Ben smiles, too, although there’s a twinge in his stomach and a pinch in his heart. He’s grown to love the perks of technology and the twenty-first century. If he couldn’t see her on that little screen in his hand every night, he would’ve gone mad a while ago.
But everything else still sucks. The fact he can’t touch her, hold her, and love her the way he wants to fucking sucks.
“You okay there, stud?” Y/N checks, even though the truth is written clear as day on his freckle-dusted face. She feels it, too – that sickening, torturous, and undeniable pull towards him. All she wants is to rest her head on his broad chest and beating heart with his strong arms wrapped around her, holding her so tight she can barely fill her lungs with air.
Ben’s tongue swipes over his chapped lips for a moment. He’s not someone who shares his emotions easily, and it’s only gotten harder for him without her near. But it’s too fucking much, and there’s no end in sight.
“No,” he admits with a tormented swallow. “It’s not fucking okay. I fucking miss you. You’re my goddamn wife. You’re supposed to be here, Y/N.”
“I know.” Y/N exhales a sympathetic sigh and tries her best to be there for him, even though she’s exhausted after an 80-hour work week. “I miss you, too. And the kid. So much. It’s not always gonna be this way. You know I can’t come home. I don’t wanna hurt anyone, least of all you.”
“I don’t fucking care anymore. It’s been six months. We’ll figure it out. Just come home, my love,” he all but begs in the four walls of his quiet house. For Y/N, he’d even go down on his knees. He just wants her here. He doesn’t care what it costs him, virility included.
“Ben…” Y/N bites her lip, her eyes pleading. “I’m making a difference here. I’m actually doing something good.”
“Fuck that! Fuck all of that shit, Y/N!” Ben yells and strains himself to lower his voice, not wanting to wake the boy. “I fucking love you. I’m sick and tired of those games. How many fucking times do I have to tell you that I miss you, huh? I don’t wanna do this anymore. I don’t wanna call you and hope you have time to pick up. I don’t wanna text you and wait hours for a fucking answer. I don’t wanna fuck you through a dumbass screen. I miss you. I miss my wife. I miss actual goddamn sex, for fuck’s sake!”
Y/N holds back the brimming tears in her eyes, her longing heart agreeing with his words. “I know. I miss all of that, too. Maybe it’s time. Maybe we should finally talk about it.”
Ben’s brow furrows. He doesn’t like the tone in her voice and the look on her face that’s full of heartbreak. “Talk about what?”
“Divorce.”
I know, I know... "Wayne, why are you being so cruel, mean, and evil to us?" But I promise you those two will figure their shit out eventually. They've been through too much to let go now 💚
But man, do I love writing some Neuman/Ben banter. I wish they had actual screen time on the show. I feel like it would've been fucking hilarious 😂
This is not the end. Those two idiots will be back 😘
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Hey can I request a fic with pedri X reader where they're just friends and theyre chilling at his house and he steals her phone so she straddles him to get it back and it leads to rough sex/face sitting/thigh riding that would be LOVELY xoxo
Two words. Pedri's nose.
Enjoy 🍌
Nosy
You and Pedri were sitting on the couch playing Fifa, when the doorbell rang.
"Must be the Pizza." Pedri said and paused the game to get the door. You were glad he spared his cheat day for you. Eating Pizza while watching him chew on some whole grain Spaghetti was kind of depressing.
"I'll go cut them" he yelled through his apartment and you thanked him. Deciding to scroll through your Tumblr feed while waiting, you somehow stumbled into the Pedri tag.
Gifs about Pedri. Oh.
Sometimes you looked at gifs and pictures of Richarlison or Jude Bellingham. You were a straight girl after all, of course you liked looking at physically fit sweating men.
Looking at these gifs of Pedri seemed weird. He was your Friend.
You scrolled past it, but the interest didn't leave you. You could take a peek right? He would never know anyway. It's just a gifset. Taking a deep breath, you scrolled back.
The post greeted you with a gif of Gavi and Pedri. They were talking. Nothing too special. They were wearing the lilac Barcelona kits. It was from the match between Barcelona and Athletic Bilbao.
The second gif showed Pedri complaining, probably to the referee. He was sweaty.
The third gif made you bite your lip. A blush crept upon your cheeks and a warmth spread through you. Did you really just get turned on by looking at a gif of your friend ?
The moving image showed a very sweaty Pedri. His wet hair stuck to his forehead and his flushed, tan skin glistened. His gloved hand moved up to his nose. He was breathing heavily, exhausted from the minutes in his legs.
Pedri looked wet and dirty and absolutely sexy. You had known he was attractive, but never like this. The picture caught you so off guard, you didn't notice shown person enter the living room.
"What's got you so flushed ?" Pedri laughed and before you could move, took your phone and fell down on the couch.
Eyes wide, you screamed. "Pedri, my phone. Give it back. Pedri. Now."
You tried to reach it, but he held it up to far, switching hands, laughing at you.
"Pedri! I'm serious, give it back." You climbed on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs.
He couldn't see the gifs or else he'd tease you with it forever, or worse think you'd have a crush on him and cancel your friendship.
With one quick movement Pedri grabbed your wrist and held them on your back, your phone falling onto the couch pillow. Pedri smirked at you and secured your wrists with his arm, holding you chest to chest. He was so close, you were sure he could feel your breath on his cheek.
"Now let's see what's got you all freaked out" He took your phone with his free hand, delighted to see that it wasn't locked yet. You squirmed in his lap, preparing for the embarrassment. Pedri's eyes flickered over the screen and his smirk dropped as he saw what, or more, who exactly was displayed on your phone.
The midfielder reached forward to put your phone on the table behind you. You bit your lip, prepared for him to push you off, but he didn't. He let go of your arms and to your surprise, adjusted your position on his lap, by pulling you closer with his hand on your ass.
Pedri looked right into your eyes. Something shifted in the air, making you hold onto his broad shoulders. Your core was on top of his muscular thigh.
"I didn't know you had these thoughts. I thought you were different." His voice was rough, but steady.
You opened your mouth to explain yourself, but Pedri was faster.
"I should've known you were just as wet for my dick, as all these girls lusting after me" The footballer moved his hands inside the waistband of your shorts. They were warm and rough, you clenched at the feeling.
If you weren't already aroused by the pictures, you definitely would've been now. Pedri started to leave small butterfly kisses under your ear, moving down your neck between his words.
"Tell me, amor, did you think about me when you couldn't fall asleep at night ?" His thumbs skimmed above the line of your panties, making you squirm on his thigh.
"Did you finger your needy pussy while thinking about me on the pitch, hm" Pedri supported your movements on his thigh.
"Did you think about me fucking you every time I invited you over?"
You could feel the wetness soaking your panties, his thigh stimulating your pulsing clit over your shorts. His words spurring you on to pleasure yourself on his leg. You had to bite your lip to prevent a moan.
"Did you think about me fucking you when looking at these pictures? Did you imagine if I looked like this after using you for my pleasure ?"
You moaned, this was too much. He played you so easily, guiding your hips over his thigh. A few more thrusts and you came, his name on your lips. He chuckled. You didn't know what was so funny about the situation.
Still coming down from your high, you climbed off his lap.
"If I had known all it took for you to give in to me was a picture of me all sweaty, I would've invited you to the locker room after a match" he was still laughing.
"Very funny. I'll have you know that I surprisingly stumbled upon these" You crossed your arms. How could he laugh ? Noticing that he was very much hard in his Barcelona Gym shorts, you looked away.
"So you don't want to fuck me? If so, then excuse me while I take care of myself." Pedri teased and got up in direction to his bedroom.
You followed him, wetness spreading uncomfortably between your thighs.
"That's what I thought." he smirked and bent to slide your shorts and panties down. "C'mere" Pedri laid down on the pillows of his bed. You followed by crawling above him.
"Higher" he ordered, pushing your hips towards him. You gave him a confused look and he winked "On my face, bonita"
"You can hold me here, I've got you." Pedri lead your hands to grab his hair and you slowly sunk down. His nose hit your clit and you moaned. Grabbing your thighs, he pressed your weight onto his face.
"Sit and don't you dare to hover. I decide when you've had enough." his mumbles vibrated against your flesh and you rubbed against his nose.
His nose. You had always liked his nose.
"Mmmhh Pedri, your nose ... feels like heaven" you praised him and pulled on the brown strands.
The grip on your thighs tightened when he started to use his tongue. He was really good. His tongue explored you as you rode him, purposely letting your clit bump against the tip of his nose. Moaning his name over and over again, Pedri switched between licking, sucking and kissing your most sensitive parts.
You came in no time, but Pedri didn't let you go, his deep voice vibrating against your clit. His tongue lapped up your juices, stimulating your still clenching insides. In the process he slapped your ass a few times, hard, making you buck against his face and pull at his hair even harder.
Pedri seemed to enjoy this, stroking your thighs, making you come another time. The pleasure overcame you in waves, riding his face.
Obviously, all this had an effect on Pedri too. He lifted your hips from his face and looked at you with a big grin. His face flushed under his eyes, lips and nose coated in your arousal. Your fingers moved to his neck.
"If I wouldn't be on the verge of coming inside my pants right now, I'd have you on my face for hours. Next time, amor, I promise." The brunette buried his face in your chest, almost like a hug, looking up at you. His cheekbones grazed your hard nipples, making you his and grind against him. You could feel his hardness against your butt.
"You're so beautiful." Pedri slowly removed your top, fingertips teasing your soft skin, creating goosebumps all over. As he wiped his face with your top, you climbed off him to get access to his manhood. When you slid his gym shorts down, his cock was already testing the stretch of his black slip. It looked painful.
While you were still unsure on if you should free him, Pedri already got up to take off his remaining clothes, leaving you kneeling on the bed.
His warm hand stroked up your ass cheek, finding the dip of your waist. "Bend forward, hermosa, take one of the pillows"
"Yes, Pedro" You reached to get one of the pillows, and before you could position yourself , he was inside of you again.
"Say that again, bonita" He grunted, pace rough and slow, holding your hips in place.
"Pedro" It sounded like a plea and you buried your face into the pillow, as your friend snapped his hips inside of you, the soft cotton stimulating your sore nipples from the back and forth of your bodies.
He pulled your hair harshly, making you arch. "Again, bonita"
"God, fuck- Pedro" Your voice was hoarse, eyes tearing up from the immense pleasure you were experiencing.
He chuckled, bending over you, one hand finding your clit, as the other wrapped around your throat. You couldn't help but start nipping and licking the pad of his thumb on your lips, to keep your voice low, another orgasm building up.
"God hmm, if that's how you see me, you've got a lot of worshipping to do" Pedri teased the shell of your ear with his tongue, his thrusts becoming harder, but teasingly slow, making you suck on his thumb, until his cock slipped out. You groaned, clenching around nothing.
He let go of your clit, to guide himself inside of you again, not before rubbing his tip over your sensitive bud.
"You're gonna take all of my cum, carino. Your little, needy pussy is gonna take everything I'll give you." Pedri tightened the grip on your throat, feeling your heartbeat as you came, clenching around him.
You felt him pump his seed inside you, calling your name. You tried to regain your breath, when he turned you over, plush lips ghosting up between your breasts to kiss you. A small peck.
You watched him quietly, one knee between your legs. The muscles defining his stomach flexing, as he stretched to get your tank top, discarded on the headboard. Pedri's strong hands found your thighs and his index finger collected some of his release, before he wiped your pussy with your tanktop. The cotton burnt, as he rubbed it over your used flesh harshly, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.
His chocolate brown eyes found yours, as he offered you his finger. You propped up on your elbows, taking his finger greedily, sucking it clean and he watched you. The action created a certain intimacy between you.
Looking at gifs of Pedri didn't seem so weird anymore.
A/N: Yo, I think their pizza is cold now.
The gifset I described : 🍌
Let me know what you think !
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Omg yes to the dirty movies.. especially stepdad!ari
He’d place reader on his lap and gets off on her squeezing her thighs together and his boner pressing against her, acting nonchalant about it. Reader is so flustered and tingly. Then she starts grinding on him without knowing she’s getting herself off to the scene he put on. Ari would ask what’s got her so squirmy.. he even places the back of his hand on her forehead and ask her if she’s feeling alright because of the heat radiating off her 😭
Bestie I’ve been thinking about this ask all day😵💫 Stepdad!Ari would baby you so much when he’s showing you porn hehehe
Warnings: smut, dark, noncon, dubcon, stepcest, Ari being deranged, dd/lg overtones, dumbification, forced babying, dry humping
“Honey, come here. Daddy wants to show you something.” Your stepfather, Ari, beckons you over to where he’s sitting on the couch, his large, beefy frame taking up most of the space.
You blanch, turning around slowly, “Ari, please. Not now. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Sky blue eyes blinking, he shakes his head, “Little princesses like you aren’t meant to do any work. Now come here.” He pats his knee, a certain edge to his tone that makes you sigh as you make your way over to him.
“Look, Ari, I’m not in the mood for your weird games today, so if you could ju—”
“Shhh, honey. You’ll wake up your mommy.” Ari gestures to the other couch which is adjacent to the one he’s sitting on, where your mother lies asleep, head on the cushion and wrapped in a blanket.
Your blood runs cold — surely Ari wouldn’t try his depraved bullshit while your mom was in the same room? You’re aware of his weird obsession with you, and wanting to baby you all the time — but even he couldn’t be so bad as to do it while your mom was right there? Right?
Ari pulls you into his lap, pressing soft kisses all over your face, “Mm, that’s a good little girl. You know your daddy loves you so much, right?”
“Let me go.” You squirm, although it’s half-hearted because you know it’s futile — Ari is just so big and strong, so much bigger than you. Once he sets his mind on something, there’s no overpowering him.
“Now baby, daddy has a special treat for you today. Does my baby wanna know what it is?” He chucks you under the chin as if you’re his actual little baby, and you scowl at him in return.
“No.”
Ari pinches you hard on your bare thigh, and you yelp. “Wrong. Say: yes, please daddy.”
Swallowing harshly, you wonder if it’ll just be over quicker if you comply. “Y-Yes please, daddy. What’s my treat?”
Your stepdad strokes your hair in approval, before grabbing your chin and turning your face towards the TV, “Today, I’ve decided to give you permission to watch some big girl movies with me.”
Porn. That’s what’s on the TV screen. The start of a porn scene. You gape at the TV before gaping at Ari and finally at your sleeping mother. No way. No fucking way.
“Ari, please! Let’s not do this right now. Please! It’s literally so inappropriate!”
Your stepdad shakes his head, “How many times have I told you not to call me Ari, baby? Do you want me to wake your mother up and tell her you’re being a slut? That you’re trying to seduce your stepfather?”
You suck in your breath, heart beating fast, “No, no I don’t want that.”
“Then address me properly.”
“I’m sorry… daddy.”
He holds you tightly in his lap, your back against his expansive chest and your ass snugly on top of his hard crotch, his large hands holding securely onto your hips.
The porn begins to play, and you look at your mother in terror. Thankfully, she’s still asleep, and Ari makes you look back at the screen. It’s a man with a much younger woman — she’s got a silky pink dress on and her hair in pigtails.
“You think her dress is pretty, baby?” Ari whispers in your ear, pressing his boner up against your ass obscenely, “Daddy can buy you even prettier dresses. Pouffy ones with pretty ribbons. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey?”
You’d hate that, but you don’t want to see what happens if you disagree. Specially when he’s so into it now, grinding against you and pressing wet kisses on your neck. “God, princess. You’re so hot, so pretty and cute too. Thank me for letting you watch this big girl movie.”
“Thank you for letting me watch this big girl movie, daddy.” You recite, and your stepfather beams.
“It’s my pleasure, sweet girl.” His hands slip up your top, cupping both your tits and giving them a squeeze, “I know you’re just a baby and these kinds of movies confuse you sometimes. I know that big girl sex is hard to understand but that’s why daddy’s here. I’ll explain it all to you, okay baby?”
“Okay, daddy.”
You can’t help but grow transfixed with the video — it’s been a while since you’ve watched porn and you can’t help but grow excited by the man bending the girl over and fucking her, obscene slapping noises filling the room.
“Oh fuck!” The whimper you suddenly let out is involuntary when you feel Ari suddenly thrust up against you, and you instinctively squeeze your thighs together, the delicious sensations making you moan softly.
“My little baby,” Ari coos, “Sitting pretty in my lap while mommy sleeps. I’m so proud of you, honey. I can tell you’re learning all about big girl sex from this video. Soon, you’ll be ready to sleep in daddy’s bed, won’t you?”
“Mmm, daddy.” You don’t even realise the words slipping past your parted lips, but you do notice the increased pace of Ari’s hips as they thrust upwards into you. You moan softly as you begin to meet his thrusts, loving the delicious friction between your ass, pussy and your stepdad’s clothed crotch.
“You like grinding that little baby pussy against your stepfather, don’t you?” Ari whispers filthily, pinching your nipples and pushing your tits together, tongue licking and biting and sucking against your neck, making you go dumb quickly like you always do.
“Mm, love it daddy! Love feeling your cock!” You babble, a small part of you hating how quickly you give in to him but it’s overtaken by that larger, lust-driven part of you.
“Look at my little baby, humping against your daddy like a little baby slut.” Ari murmurs filthily, dry humping up against you, using his hands on your hips to drag you on top of his dick, back and forth, up and down, his hard crotch sliding between your ass cheeks as he gives the sensitive flesh a harsh slap.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” You cry softly, feeling your pleasure build up as Ari’s hand goes to wrap around your throat.
“I know you’re just a dumb baby but you gotta be quiet. Don’t want mommy to hear what a filthy girl you’re being, do we?” He slaps your thigh hard, “I said, do we?”
“No, no we don’t!” You wail, and now you’re bouncing up and down, feeling the delicious denim of his crotch poke against your eager ass and pussy, your juices soaking up your panties till they’re feeling like a sopping mess. And still, your stepfather doesn’t stop, dragging you over his clothed cock like you’re his personal toy.
“Daddy’s little girl, such a baby yet such a slut at the same time. Dry humping your daddy while your mommy’s in the same room.” Ari kisses you sloppily on the cheek, “God, you have no idea how hot you are. Such a little princess, gonna dress you up so nice next time. Gonna make you wear a cute pink dress when we finally have big girl sex, okay baby?”
“Okay daddy! Yes, yes!” You sob, knowing you’d die if anyone saw you like this, in this state. You can’t believe he’s reduced you to this, and you don’t even care! All you want to do is cum.
“Yes, sweet girl. Sitting so pretty on daddy’s dick. God, wish I had this sweet little baby ass on my lap all the time. I’m never letting you go, honey, you hear that? You’re my little baby and you’re perfect for me. Daddy loves you, sweetie. Daddy loves you so much.”
#anon#ari levinson#ari levinson x reader#x reader#Chris evans#chris evans x reader#ari drabble#tw stepcest
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"Don't make fun with me like that"
♦︎ Zayne x Fem!Reader
♦︎ Annotation: This was done in a hurry, but if you're interested, I can write a full and detailed version with wet thumps, slaps on the buttocks, moans, etc.
— Fu-u-u-u-u-ck! Ah! Deep! So deep!! – you moaned loudly, watching how a big cock rammed into your pussy, creating a bump in the lower abdomen from the head.
Tears flowed from your eyes and rolled down in rivulets, from the fullness of sensations. The member aggressively hit your sensitive spot, making you squirm with each thrust.
Lying on the couch, holding onto it tightly with your hands, you stared at Zayne in a daze.
His hands pressed your legs tightly against your chest, bending you in half and squeezing them under your knees. His cock thrust into you at the right angle to make both of you lose your head with pleasure.
Resting his knee on the sofa, he sank deeper and deeper into you, feeling your walls press against him
— Are you satisfied with the result of your dirty game, my little whore? – he growled, not taking his eyes off the way you take him into you, smearing your member with your juice.
— Zayne, I won't be anymore! you whimpered, feeling how drool also flowed from the corner of your lips. – Damn it.. slower! Ah! Ple-e-e-eease!
Spending time on the Internet, you found an interesting video where a girl teased her boyfriend by ignoring his presence. As a result, the boy threw her over his shoulder and, accompanied by the girl's laughter, carried her to the bedroom.
You also decided to do this, so you didn't answer calls and messages from Zayne all day.
Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, you waited for him to return from work.
A lot of time had passed when you heard the sound of keys and the door slamming. Zayne appeared in the living room with quick steps, looking for you.
You flinched, wanting to throw yourself into his arms like you always did, but held back, keeping your eyes on the TV screen, which was showing some boring TV show.
— Why didn't you answer my calls today? – he asked, taking off his coat and throwing it on the chair.
You remained silent, covering your lips with your hand to hold back your laughter as you felt your boyfriend's gaze on you.
For a second, Zayne's face showed surprise and grabbing the remote, he turned it off TV.
— Something happened? – he asked again, standing in front of you, but you looked away.
You got up from the sofa and wanted to go to another room but his hand grabbed your waist and with one movement you were back on the sofa, squealing.
Finding yourself at the level of his groin, you watched as he crouched in front of you, placing his cold, scarred hands on your knees, squeezing them.
Looking away, you tried your best to suppress the urge to laugh and throw yourself into his strong arms, inhaling such a familiar and sweet scent of perfume.
— Hey? – his voice sounded, now quieter and he tilted his head to look into your eyes.
Your heart pounded wildly at his closeness and you were afraid Zayne would hear him pounding in your chest.
Suddenly he exhaled and his fingers touched your chin. He gently turned your head towards him and your eyes met, making eye contact.
— Princess, what happened? – he asked without blinking.
The ice in his eyes seemed to melt every time he looked at you.
— Nothing, – you answered and the corner of your lips barely twitched upwards.
Zayne's eyes dropped downward as this happened and his face turned into a scowl. Nodding his head, he closed his eyes and stood up with a slight smile.
— Your games again? – he asked calmly, what made the blood in your veins freeze.
— What are you talking about? – your voice betrayed your excitement as you watched as he loosened his tie with one hand and removed it, throwing it behind him.
Inside you, everything tightened from this and foreboding filled your every cell.
— Honestly, you will soon drive me crazy with your games, – he said, fixing his gaze on you. – What this time?
— I don't understand what you're talking about... – quietly answering, you looked down, unable to withstand his onslaught.
—Well, then I just need to... – leaning towards you, he breathed a hot breath into your ear. – Should I explain to you more clearly?
With these words, his hand rested on your thigh and with a sharp movement he pulled you to him, forcing you to lie on your back. Yelling, you opened your eyes wide, looking at Zayne.
— Uh?!
— I'll do everything in my power to make sure my princess doesn't even think of making fun of me like that, – his fingers caught the elastic of your shorts and pulled them along with your panties, pulling them down your legs, exposing your pussy.
#love and deepspace#lads zayne#love and deepcpace x listener#love and deepspace zayne#loveanddeepspace#zayne#zayne love and deepspace#zayne x reader
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S/O and skeleton play Just Dance
Main ten plz
Undertale Sans - He's sitting on the couch and lazily moves the controller from there. The thing is clearly monitoring only small movements, why would you even tire yourself out when he can make a high score by doing nothing? You're raging so much.
Undertale Papyrus - He puts all his soul into this. But, uh... Papyrus is very expressive when he's dancing, and that's at least the fifth time he accidentally smacks you at full force in the face with his controller. He swears he's trying to pay attention but he has too much passion in his heart.
Underswap Sans - He insists on playing the highest difficulty because the easiest ones are not challenging enough. After like twenty dances, he's still as fresh as new while you're coughing your lungs out and can't catch a breath. You want to stop, he refuses. He's having too much fun. You're going to die you think.
Underswap Papyrus - He's doing his best but, uh, it's not really good. He's a terrible dancer and it's hilarious to see. He's completely oblivious to it though. He's having fun and he really doesn't care about what he looks like, he just wants to win.
Underfell Sans - He's doing the bare minimum to please you, but that's really not his thing. He's moving a leg or an arm from time to time, that's it. Every time you're looking at him, he blushes furiously and ignores you. Stop staring you're going to lose.
Underfell Papyrus - He didn't want to play but then you said it's just because he knows he's going to lose. Now, he's destroying you on the dancefloor. You're getting crushed, beaten, and crushed again as he wins dance after dance. Now who's the loser, uh?! LOSER!
Horrortale Sans - He can't coordinate his legs and arms properly and the instructions are going too fast on the screen for him to proceed. He gives up after ten minutes, defeated, and just sits on the couch to watch you. He's tired just looking at you move and eventually falls asleep.
Horrortale Papyrus - He can't participate because of his back, but he's cheering you and appreciating the show. You swear he's staring at your butt and he's not even hiding it. When you call him out, he simply wiggles his non-existent eyebrows at you. What is that even supposed to mean?
Swapfell Sans - He keeps whining saying the game is boring and that the devs would win so much more money if they put effort into doing a similar thing to train royal guards. Is he the only one to see the potential of this thing? What's even the point of dancing in your living room? Do you have so few friends you express the need to have the TV as your friend? Yeah, that and definitely not crying because you're better at the game than he is.
Swapfell Papyrus - He's a dirty player and will try all he can to distract you from the game to win, even pushing you into the couch so you lose a few seconds. After a few minutes, both of you completely forget the game as you're fighting on the floor playfully trying to make the other fall. He can't take things seriously.
Fellswap Gold Sans - You call this dancing? This game is for babies. He'll show you real dance! He throws the controller, grabs you, and makes you dance with him for real. After ten minutes, you're so tired you can't even walk anymore. Wine calls you weak but says you have potential for a royal prom. That's sort of a compliment you guess?
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He doesn't want to play at first, shy, but the more you're playing, the more he comes to you. Eventually, you manage to convince him to try, and now he won't stop dancing. He's not that bad, adding to that. You help him to discover something about him this day.
#undertale#underswap#underfell#horrortale#swapfell#fellswap gold#sans#papyrus#undertale ask blog#undertale asks#undertale imagines#undertale headcanons
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Refunds || Joe x F!Reader (NSFW)
You were no stranger to Joe’s hijinks.
word count: 3,237
warnings/contents: blowjob, daddy name-calling (i'm sorry joe i'm just saying what we're all thinking), dom!joe/sub!reader dynamics, rough sex (i'm sorry joe), choking, full mind-break, degradation (but also, like, praise), bimbo behavior-fication, dirty talk
author’s note: crawling out of my hole to give you this filthy filth in celebration of the bengals going to the AFC championship! now excuse me i must go take a cold shower and get to my scheduled exorcism because i need church after writing this.
don’t be shy to like and reblog if you enjoyed. as creators say, likes are amazing but reblogs go a long way in sharing my work. thank y’all!!!!!
For more of my smut, read Sturdy. For fluff, check out Capturing You, because your girl can do both. <3
enjoy under the cut!
No matter what, Joe was a winner to you.
And you never really let it get to your head too much, especially when you were watching him from the stands, whatever the team’s score was. You were endlessly proud of him, win or lose, because you’d been there from the very beginning. Even when he was still at Ohio State and barely even saw the field, you gleamed with pride. But honestly, it had been pissing you off a little bit—and you’re typically mild-mannered, some might even go as far as saying meek—to hear everyone doubt Joe, and the whole team for that matter.
“It’s just trash talk, baby,” Joe would soothe you the moment you heard about all this bullshit about neutral sites, ticket sales. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and reached over to close your laptop, cutting out the noise in a way. “If that gets to ya, you should hear what some guys say on the field.” He cracked a grin and that made things better.
You tried out logic for a while. It wasn’t like pre-selling tickets to a matchup was unheard of; it was basically customary in any sport. Even protocol. And that satiated you for now. You didn’t notice, but Joe actually liked seeing a little bit of that fire in you—this newfound willingness to prove someone wrong. You were always someone who didn’t care too much about what others thought, which was why he wanted even more to win against the Bills on Sunday, just for you; because as much as you were proud of him no matter what, he also liked your praise just as much. He wanted to make you proud.
So come Sunday, when it was the fourth quarter and the Bills were too behind to catch up to the Bengals’ score and that timer was running out, you couldn’t hide how happy you were for him. You watched him from the stands with a big stupid smile on your face because this was who Joe Burrow was—your Joe. He was a winner, a champion, and the sooner people started to realize that, the better. And what a helluva way to prove them wrong with just four words:
“Better send those refunds.”
—
You sat there, mouth slightly falling open. The bright light of your phone’s screen illuminated your face in the otherwise dark parking lot, at a gas station somewhere in the outskirts of Cincinnati, about five minutes away from yours and Joe’s place. You were catching up on all the social media, retweeting things, reposting stories, acknowledging everything you could that was singing Joe’s praises because goddamn if he didn’t deserve it. And that was when you caught this clip of Joe’s postgame interview.
Better send those refunds.
You were no stranger to his hijinks. You loved how fired up he got after a great game and an even better win. You loved how he was slowly opening up to the media, showing a little more of the goofy person you know him to be (though you secretly wished he’d kept it all for you). But this… Something was different about this.
You were suddenly startled by Joe opening the door to his car, entering the driver’s seat and handing a plastic bag over to you. Without much thought, you grabbed it. “What’s this?” you asked.
He snickered at this. “Your snacks, sweetheart.” Oh, that’s right—you had run out of your celebratory post-game Oreos at the house and wanted him to grab a quick pack.
With a chuckle, you played it off. “Thanks.”
He started the car and began pulling out of the parking lot, but not without question. “You good, baby?”
“Yep,” you croaked out. You turned beet red and thanked God it was dark outside so he couldn’t see. You both laughed about how your voice broke just then.
A few seconds passed before you spoke again. You willed up some confidence. “It’s just… You know, I can’t let it go. About how they were selling those tickets before they even knew who was going to play in the Championship.”
“Ah, I know, babe.” He reached over and patted your knee. “But that doesn’t matter, ‘cause we’re gonna be there next week.”
“I know, I know, but… What was it you said at that interview after the game? ‘Give the tickets back,’ or something like that?” You purposely watered down his words, wanting him to correct you.
“Nah, nah, you’re butchering it,” he said, laughing. “I don’t remember what I said, really.”
“Oh, c’mon. You remember,” you insisted teasingly. “I bet you had it bubbling up. You thought of it last week, probably, and kept rehearsing it over and over again so you got it right by the time you had to say it.”
Joe scoffed, reaching over and ruffling your hair. “Where’s this comin’ from, bug?” His sweet little nickname for you. He always treated you like you were small, and you liked that. But you didn’t want to sink into it, not yet—you wanted this first.
“Just say it. You remember what you said.”
“Hmm.” At a red light, he stopped the car and looked over at you. His perplexed expression was smoldering even when dimly lit crimson.
Biting your lip, you waited.
“I know what I said,” he finally confessed.
“Yeah?” you squirmed a bit in your seat. The light was still red.
“I said, ‘Better send those refunds.’”
“Mmm.” You couldn’t hold back your whimper. It was involuntary. Sometimes it shocked you, still, the effect that Joe Burrow had on you. Even after all these years. But you caught yourself and added, “Mmmhmm. That’s what you said.”
He didn’t let you get away with it, though. He never did.
As the light turned green, Joe slowly accelerated forward; you were the only car on these quiet streets. He said nothing. You bit back your smile as you looked out of the window, pretending like nothing happened.
Then, you felt it. He brought his right hand down from the wheel to pat your knee again, but it wasn’t a silly pat this time. He started rubbing his huge hand on your knee, slowly lowering it to your inner thigh. You thought his touch was going to burn a hole in your leggings. But you weren’t done.
“Better send those refunds,” you repeated, somewhat more enunciated, voice a bit breathy. But you didn’t want to make it obvious that his touch had already gotten to you; that you’d already been soaked from the moment he got back in the car. You let out a soft chuckle. “I mean, it’s true. They knew better than to doubt you.”
“Hmph.” Joe seemed to be satisfied by your words.
“I mean, right? God, this should show them that they’re stupid for even thinking about selling those tickets in the first place, whether it’s protocol or not,” you continued. His hand on your thigh just kept moving higher and higher. Your next words came out with a slight gasp: “You’re the fucking best, Joe. And if they don’t know that by now…”
When his hand finally snuck between your thighs, thumb rubbing against your warm pussy over your leggings, you let out a slutty moan. “Daddy.” It was, like that whimper earlier, involuntary. Conditioned.
“Shh. Tell me.” It was the first time you’d heard his voice in a minute, and it was suddenly colored so deep, lustful.
You knew what to say. “I just think you’re—you’re the best, daddy.” Your confidence had waned off a bit, replaced by this slightly bimbofied persona only he knew how to dig out of you. “And you’re so right… they better send those refunds.” You nodded, biting down hard on your lip as he rubbed your clit in circles. You looked at him even if he wasn’t looking at you back; his focused expression as he drove was all you needed to keep getting wetter and wetter.
But you were suddenly disappointed as you felt the car slow down and pull into your house. Those were the fastest five minutes of your life. You wanted it to be like the last time you got frisky in the car, Joe so desperate that you pulled off to the side of the road and fucked you right there. You supposed this was better, though; you could both get out of your clothes easier and didn’t have to wrestle with a pile of winter coats. (It was summer the last time you had car sex; your tiny shorts were easy to pull off.)
“Let’s go,” Joe spoke, stepping out of the car. He was calm as you both headed inside the house.
You dropped off your coat and bag on the wall hook by the door and pathetically set the plastic bag on the kitchen island, feeling his presence somewhere behind you. You looked up at him, biting your lip, seeing him standing in the doorway. He’d taken his shoes and coat off already, just in his warm-ups. When you caught his gaze, his ocean blue eyes looked expectant of you.
“Yes, daddy?”
That was enough to set him off. He walked over to you, towering over you and backing you up against the kitchen island. You gulped, looking up at him. You loved when he made you feel small.
“Better send those refunds.”
You feigned confusion. “Huh?”
Abruptly, he grabbed you by your waist and turned you around, bending you over the counter. He had a fistful of your hair and his cock pressed hard against you, and you felt him breathing in your ear. “I said, you’d better send those refunds.”
“Y-yeah,” you nodded, looking at him through your peripherals, brows curled up. Your mouth hung agape, moaning as he reached his free hand down and grabbed your ass. Just from this, your head was already swirling with dumb pleasure. “Right away, daddy.”
He turned you around and pulled you onto your knees by your hair. You braced yourself by grabbing his thighs and didn’t dare break eye contact from him. Even if his bulge was right in your face. This was the first time in a long time, since the beginning of today, that he’d gotten a look at you. He smirked; you knew he thought you were gorgeous, he didn’t have to say it. This was about him.
“Suck my cock.”
You did as you were told, pulling down his sweatpants and not even allowing yourself a second to admire his length. You took the shaft in your hand and directed the tip of his cock into your mouth, closing your eyes as you expertly began sucking him off. There was no slow burn here; that already happened in the car.
Joe still had your hair in his hand, and it gripped tighter as you blew him. “Mmm. Fuck, baby. Just like that,” he growled. He broke eye contact from you for a moment to lean his head back and close his eyes, focusing on the sound of you gagging over his cock. You took him as far as you could then fucked the back of your throat with the tip of his cock, which was slick in your drool. Your hands held onto his thighs as you whimpered with your mouth full. Even though he wasn’t looking at you, you didn’t break eye contact from him; it made you so wet to watch him go all primal.
Then he grabbed two fistfuls of your hair to make pigtails. You knew that he wanted to control your mouth, so you held your hands behind your back like a good girl and you let him throw your head back and forth against his cock. Your eyes welled up with tears.
He looked down to watch you as he fucked your throat, and he looked so proud to own you. It made you want to be even better at being throatfucked, like you would go to college and get a degree in being a good throat to fuck if you could. You wanted to serve him in that way. You made filthy, wet gagging noises, and babbled when you could; your face was coated in your own drool.
“Alright, get up,” he said, pulling his cock out of your mouth and hoisting you to your feet by your pigtails. He let go of your hair and you sighed in slight relief from the new lack of tension.
“Y-yes daddy,” you gurgled out. Your makeup was ruined, but you still looked pretty to him. He kissed you messily, grabbing both of your cheeks with one hand of his squeezing your face together. Then he gave your face a nice, solid slap.
“You gonna be a good girl for daddy, huh? You gonna take this dick?” he asked, breathless.
You whimpered and nodded. “Yes,” you whimpered. “I want it. I want it so bad. Please.”
Satisfied with your pleading, he forced you on your stomach, bent over against the kitchen island. He pulled down your leggings and lifted your jersey up, and as you watched him over your shoulder, you caught his smirk. Of course you were wearing his number. You knew he liked seeing you wear it and loved fucking you in it even more.
With one hand on your back and the other on the base of his shaft, he slowly directed the tip of his cock inside of you, not shy to groan as he felt how wet you were. “Fuck. Look how wet you are,” he said, tone as if to humiliate you, but you loved it when it came along with praise. “You’re fucking soaked. Are you that much of a slut that seeing me win gets you this fucking soaked and slutty, sweetheart?”
You whimpered, finding yourself almost begging for him to slide in all the way. “Y-yes, daddy. I’m a slut,” you barely got out. Your words were somewhat nasally and high-pitched; you were almost full bimbo at this point. “Please. Please.”
He chuckled at this, pulling back out. He rubbed his tip along the wet, slick slit of your cunt. “Please what?”
“Daddy. Daddy, please fuck me. I can’t take it,” you begged. “I’ll—I’ll get on those refunds right away, daddy. I should’ve known better.”
Joe growled. Satisfied, he shoved deep into you, and held his cock there; you felt his balls graze up against your clit.
“Ah!” you moaned. You braced yourself against the kitchen island, staring at the Oreos.
Then, Joe started to fuck you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and everything went black. You bathed in the pleasure that was his cock pummeling your tight little pussy. You loved how rough he was being. You were losing yourself. You were being owned by Joe Burrow. You were his piece of pussy, and only that.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you moaned in conjunction with each thrust of his as he took you from behind.
His hands gripped tightly on your waist, letting out primal groans as he fucked you hard. He wasn’t holding back, and you loved it. “Oh, c’mon, baby. You better get to it,” he spoke, breathily, and yet confidently. “You were gonna do something for me, weren’t you? Before you went all brain-stupid and cock-slutty for your daddy?”
You hated how easily his words came out when all you could think about was his dick obliterating your pussy. The words were jumbled in your head: “Refunds, better send.” And they came out repeatedly in whines. “Refunds. Daddy. Send. Yes. Fuck. Me.”
One of his hands left your waist and you almost began sobbing at that lack of contact only if he didn’t reach up and grab your throat, pulling you up from the cold marble of the kitchen island so you could stand up a bit and watch him fuck you. He held your throat tightly, and you looked over your shoulder as best as you could to catch a blurry image of the most handsome fucking man you’ve ever seen hammer into you. He shoved his thumb in your mouth and you sucked happily. You repositioned your hands on the counter to hold yourself up and continue to be a good slut. His other hand spanked your ass.
“That’s right, baby. Better send those refunds like the stupid fuckin’ bimbo you are,” he growled out, words accented with that smirk you knew he wore while he fucked you. “Take this big fuckin’ daddy cock in your wet, tight little pussy, baby.” His hand left your throat only to dig under your shirt and grab your tits, tugging that bralette down and off your tits. He roughly pinched your nipple and you whined out. Your tits bounced freely in rhythm with his incessant, merciless fucking.
“D-daddy,” you whined, desperately.
“Aw, what’s that? You can’t say anything?” There he was again, pulling out coherent sentences while you babbled.
You’d gone full bimbo by this point. You were far gone, and your only compass was his dick inside of you. You knew nothing else about fuck-all until his cock was drained inside of you, and you would be a good slut-servant until he was done.
But goddamn, you were about to cum. “I—” you whimpered out. “If you keep fucking me like that, daddy, I’m gonna cum.”
He laughed at this. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm. Put your—daddy, please—”
You didn’t have to finish your sentence. Joe knew what you needed. His hand left your tit if only to grab your throat again, and his other hand held onto your waist, keeping you still. Otherwise, you’d squirm away from him. He knew you were uncontrollable when you came.
“What’s that, baby? Use your words for daddy, c’mon.” He smirked.
“I’m gonna—” you cried out.
He timed his thrusts with these next few words, feeling close to climaxing himself: “You’d. Better. Send. Those. Fucking. Refunds. You. Fucking. Slut.”
And with that, you came hard all over his cock, clenching your tight, wet walls around him. “God, daddy! I’m cumming! Yes! Don’t stop!” You closed your eyes and indeed, squirmed around a ton, and he had to hold your waist to keep you still.
“Fuck. I’m gonna cum, too, baby.” He grunted, wrangling and fucking you at the same time, and at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, shot his white hot load deep inside you. You felt him filling you up, the warmth of his load sinking deep into your stomach. You both slowed down, breathing hard.
With him still inside of you, you slumped forward, laying your top half down on the counter. You looked over your shoulder up at him, then cracked a grin.
And he broke into a smile, too, gleaming with pride. He’d never admit it, but you turned him into such an animal. It was even sweeter when the clouds had all cleared and all you both felt was bliss.
You lifted a heavy, lifeless arm to reach across the counter. You pulled the plastic bag closer and took out the package of Oreos. Barely functioning and breathing hard, you put all your effort into ripping that stupid, plastic seal off the package, revealing three rows of double-stuffed sandwich cookies. You pulled one out and offered it over your shoulder to him. “Want a celebratory Oreo, champ?” you asked.
He took it with a snicker. “Yeah, sweetheart. I sure do.”
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