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you jumped at the chance to babysit for rick grimes.
your mom didn’t have to repeat herself when she instructed you to arrive at rick’s early the next morning to give him some help with his baby girl.
not that you minded, but you babysitting for rick was a part of your mother’s larger plan to welcome the new arrivals into the community. it was an easy way for the survivors - namely their leader, rick - to warm up to everyone. and you had to put your half finished developmental psychology degree to use somehow.
you’re disappointed when you show up bright eyed and bushy tailed to be greeted by rick’s son carl, and not the dreamy sheriff himself.
carl is more than happy to pass off the bubbly little baby - who you learn is named judith- to you and dash out the door after giving you the rundown on her routine and lack thereof.
it doesn’t take long for judith to get used to you - or get into the habit of pulling your long hair. carl mentioned that she’d had a solid breakfast already this morning so you hunker down next to her playmat to tire her out in preparation for her next nap.
thoughts drift from tummy time to the absent head of the house. where was he? you knew part of the reason you had even begun babysitting was to help rick with childcare if he accepted his new position as constable, but you couldn’t think of anywhere else he would be.
and truth be told, you’re disappointed.
the first day the southerners had arrived, you looked on as rick stepped through the gates, judith in his arms. you’d been shocked to see a baby but you were even more enthralled by the hot suburban dad who’d landed on your doorstep.
not as old as your own father but nearly old enough to be, rick grimes had been blessed by age. his wild, grown out hair and tense but demanding disposition immediately attracted your attention.
it’s wrong; you shouldn’t be crushing on the man you’re babysitting for.
but you’ve been so bored!
let’s be clear: alexandria is your home. the safe zone provided more stability than the road could ever offer but survival was boring. at least inside of alexandria.
but out there?
whatever was out there was written all over the face of every new survivor your community had taken in. you’d heard bits and pieces; cannibals, maniacs on a power trip, robbers, corrupt cops even in the end of times.
and you could really see it on rick.
he had the demeanor of someone always scanning the room for the exit. you’ve never seen him so much as smile so it’s hard to imagine anyone like him adjusting or relaxing, even somewhere like alexandria.
your mother had theorized that some childcare could help ease the ex-cop’s anxieties, give him and carl a chance to breathe.
someone like that needs a lot more than a day away from the kids though. rick grimes needed an all inclusive vacation
and maybe a blowjob.
you tear yourself away from your wild thoughts about the rugged leader to turn your attention to the little girl hitting you with all of the sleepy cues at once. glancing at the clock, you decide it’s time for a nap and scoop up the eight month old. it’s not until you try to lay her down in the nursery that judith gives you your first problem.
seems like you had a velcro baby on your hands.
your hypothesis is proven correct during little judith’s second afternoon nap when you’re resigned to the living room armchair.
any attempts to place the little girl on her back, stomach, or side were met with tears. you’d just huffed and posted up on the rocking chair, ready to rock her for the duration of her nap.
it could be a pain but some babies just slept better hearing another heartbeat besides their own. it’s biology. judith is long out of the fourth trimester but that doesn’t exempt her from wanting to fall asleep in a pair of warm, snuggly arms. and besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do.
so you’re still curled up with judith when her father arrives in the afternoon.
gun holstered on his hip, the front door swings open to reveal rick grimes, looking much more like a resident of alexandria than he'd arrived. despite his new haircut and the difference that a shower makes, rick still looks pent up to you. like the feral man who'd shown up at your gates was just bubbling under the surface.
“hey there,” he greets once he registers your presence.
in his constable uniform, rick is even more handsome than you imagined all cleaned up. his chestnut curls are trimmed - courtesy of your neighbor, jessie - and he’s fully fitted like an officer of the law, and not an outlaw.
"oh, hi," you sit up and offer as much of a salutation you can being nap trapped.
"you must be deanna's daughter."
"that's me," you chirp, keeping your voice low to avoid waking up the little girl on your lap. "sorry, you caught us during naptime."
the southerner shakes his head. "no problem. looks like you got her down easy enough."
easy? you want to ask him to repeat that again but you just smile.
"i'm sorry i wasn't here earlier to introduce myself, i'm rick." the man extends his hand to you and you have to steel your nerves so he doesn't feel your hand shaking.
you're shocked when you hear confidence dripping from your voice as you give him your name. under his dark blue gaze, you want to squirm but you're holding it together somehow.
"you know, you can probably get out here early today. carl should be home soon."
you do your best to hide your disappointment. "leaving early on the first day?" you grin. "i think i like this job."
that earns you a chuckle from the sheriff who points to the sleeping baby you're holding. "i've got it from here if you wanna head out."
you don't but you put on your pearly whites and utter a peppy "sure!" handing over the still sleeping judith to her father.
"thanks for agreeing to this," rick commends you, eyes looking over the picture books and learning materials piled up in your arms. "i really appreciate having someone here to look after judith during the day."
“don’t worry about it, she’s such an angel, rick.”
"yeah, she is," he agrees, pausing to glimpse down at the napping infant. "i guess we'll be seein' you tomorrow?"
“whenever you need me.”
as his gaze follows you out the front door, rick is hard pressed to confirm if that was actual innuendo that came out of your mouth or just a generous offer.
he’s even more surprised to see you on his doorstep again after supper.
“hey,” you start. “i think i forgot one of my books here when i was watching judith. do you mind if i grab it?"
your burnt orange journal is right where you'd left it - intentionally - on the accent table in the upstairs hallway.
"oh, perfect! it's right here," you exhale in manufactured relief as if you hadn't left it there a few hours ago just for this purpose.
"is she down?" you ask rick in your best quiet voice.
he nods his hickory head of hair. "wanna see her?"
you nod enthusiastically and he leads you a few doors down the hall where you two pop your heads into a dark, curtain drawn room.
“how’s she been sleeping?” you ask innocently, following the father’s gaze to the sleeping infant lying peacefully in her crib.
“good enough,” he grunts. “all things considered.”
“how have you been sleeping?”
a chocolate eyebrow raises.
“you know, you have to get some sleep too.”
“isn’t that you’re for?”
rick must notice your reaction from the way he clears his throat and walks back his words, clarifying, “taking care of judith and all so i can,” he makes air quotes with his fingers, “rest.”
breathing deeply in an attempt to calm your racing heartbeat, you offer a smile with your exhale. “yeah, but that’s only during the daytime. she still has two wakeups at night, right?”
the man leaning in the doorway beside you shrugs. “two or three, give or take.”
“that’s a lot of time to be waking up at night.”
his ocean blue eyes twinkle as he shoots you a look and crosses his arms. “tell me about it.”
you motion towards the crib. “so i know judith likes to be held for naps, but have you ever tried room sharing with her? or even sleeping with her in the bed?”
rick gives you a quizzical look. “i thought you weren’t supposed to let them sleep in bed with you.”
“only if you’re a heavy sleeper,” you discern. “or if you drink or you’re a smoker.”
“really?”
you nod. “it’s called the safe sleep seven. its a big thing in other parts of the world." you draw an awkward breath. "not that there's anything wrong with watching her from the monitor," you refer to the device in his back pocket.
"well," rick runs a hand through his dark waves, stopping awkwardly at the end like he forgot about his haircut. "judith's always been held so it wouldn't shock me that that's how she likes to go sleep."
"did you have to snuggle her to sleep to get her down tonight?" your honeyed voice inquires curiously.
"i held her." he answers with a sigh.
"it makes sense. humans are programmed to want to be close to each other."
a silence settles over the two of you before rick clears his throat. "yeah, maybe i'll have to look into this sleep safe seven."
"i can bring a book next time i'm over," you offer. "i was a developmental psych major in college."
"so you have a degree to babysit?"
you roll your eyes. "i was supposed to end up doing research. you know," you gesture to judith in her nursery. "working with younger kids like her and figuring out what works best for them for sleep, learning to eat, the potty, play, school, all that."
"sounds like you're pretty smart," the ex-cop concludes.
you shrug. "smart enough."
with that, you two are walking down the stairs and you're heading towards the door when rick asks you if you'd like anything to drink.
you stop in your tracks, turning around on one heel. "you know, i'm kinda thirsty. i'll actually take a water."
rick's hands around the cold glass must be tattooed in your mind from how intently you're watching him. you thank him for the glass and gingerly take a sip, taking a moment to notice how his hands are braced against the counter. a cacophony of cracks erupt when the man rotates his neck and you can't help but laugh.
the older man frowns. “what’s so funny?”
“did you not hear the way your neck cracked?”
he shrugs it off. “gotta do it sometimes.”
“not like that,” you insist, glancing at his hands again, you get an idea. “why don’t you let me show you how you’re supposed to crack that?”
rick gives you a sideways glance.
“my roommate was in school to be a masseuse.”
“you don’t have to do that.” he says quickly.
you shake your head at him. “it’s not a problem. you can give me pointers.”
it’s wrong; rick shouldn’t be face down on the sofa in the house your mother had given him, getting a massage from her young twentysomething daughter.
and he most definitely shouldn’t be trying to hide an erection.
never would he have imagined getting a massage from a college student a week ago. like the haircut, rick wants to accept your community’s gifts with tact but that’s hard to do when your hands are kneading lower and lower down his back.
“when was the last time you relaxed, rick?”
the question comes out of nowhere and he almost wishes judith would pop up on the baby monitor to spare him from answering.
“can’t tell ya’.” he replied honestly.
you hum in response, observing as he twitches under your mischievous ministrations. rick didn’t have to go to massage therapy school to know that this massage is nowhere near professional. it’s downright racy as your fingers skim the top of his lower back.
god, he has a nice ass for a dad, you muse. you wonder what he’d look like fully nude on this sofa and if you weren’t touching him through his undershirt.
“that’s a little low.” the new constable remarks, calling you out.
you giggle. “i don’t know. i think the muscles down here really need some attention.”
rick hisses when you venture past his lower back and squeeze. he wants to say something but it feels so fucking good to have the tension manually worked out of his muscles.
“flip over.”
rick is about to bust out of his pants.
“flip over, please.”
the brunette finally complies; he wants to be embarrassed but doesn’t have a second for the emotion because you’re falling to your knees in front of him, pointing.
“want me to help you with that?”
“what?” he sputters.
“please, let me.”
wow, you want him. and who is he to deny you? not with how much of a roller coaster the past few have been; he should at least get to decompress.
“go ahead-,” rick doesn’t get another word out of his mouth before you’ve fully yanked his pants down and scootch further between his legs, attaching a hand to his waist. you slide his briefs down and are almost smacked in the face by the eight inch cock in front of you.
“rick…”
“if it’s too big, i understand.”
he starts to say something else but can only manage a gasp once you swallow the first few inches of his cock in your mouth. you ease your way back up to alternate between gripping his length and lapping at his precum covered head.
god, he can’t let deanna find out.
or spencer for that matter. no need to give your brother another reason for rick to be on his bad side.
he can’t be bothered to think about your family when you’re on your knees with his dick in your mouth.
“you’re doin’ so good for me, honey,” rick praises.
you moan deeply around his cock as you fit him further down your throat. it doesn’t take long for his hands to find your hair and suddenly his thick length is sliding down. you just swallow around him the best you can. you wonder if he’d believe you if you said you’d never had a dick this far down your throat.
it’s only once your windpipe starts to feel rick’s size that you raise your mouth up and off of the man in front of, catching a shallow few breaths before diving right back down to envelope him in your mouth.
rick can’t get enough of this. a hot, more than willing knockout of a woman on her knees with nothing but relieving his stress on her mind. and nothing was a hotter than a girl who actually wanted to give a blowjob, and by the way you’re hollowing your cheeks and pumping what doesn’t fit down your throat, he knows you’re loving this. a good girl like you deserves more than just his dick in her mouth.
“slow down, sweetheart.” he instructs, even though it takes a moment for you to slow the vigorous pace you’d committed to. “i wanna help you out too.”
your eyes widen with delight and he doesn’t have to tell you twice to come up on the sofa with him. instantly, rick is in between your legs and undoing the button of your jeans in order to pull them down to your ankles.
his thick cock jumps at the sight of your sopping panties.
blushing, you lift your hips as rick clutches and discards the undergarment on the floor. that’s when he gets the opportunity to take in your already soaked little hole. he can’t help himself from slipping a finger in and driving it deeper at the sound of your raspy squeaks. the same noise comes out of you once he gives you another. you must’ve wanted this for a while from the way you coat his fingers. you’re wiggling and rotating your hips like they’re on fire and he only has two digits inside of you.
“easy, girl,” he warns and you pout as you struggle not to buck your hips.
“i need you, rick,” you gasp. “feel you in my core. i’m so hot for you right now.”
you so are. rick thinks and adds another finger.
not only are you making his dick swell more than he thought it could but your insides are hot. that tight little core is choking his three fingers like a boa constrictor.
“i’m gonna come on your fingers,” you make him aware, hoping he’ll move you to his cock.
“go right ahead, sweetheart.”
so you do.
you let out a muffled sob into his shoulder. he doesn’t stop scissoring his fingers into you until he removes them from your reluctant cunt. your mouth opens automatically when he lifts his sticky digits to your mouth. enthusiastically, you let him slip them into your mouth and suck until they come out clean.
you can barely respond to the “good girl,” he’s whispering huskily into your ear because your lips are pressed to his. disregarding the fact that your pussy is dripping all over the new sofa, you fold into the kiss.
where have you been? you wonder while his tongue starts to pick a fight with yours. the fact that you’re suddenly in his lap doesn’t register until you feel his hand on the small of your back.
“you’re up,” he whispers in your ear before shifting you on top of him.
you only understand what he means when you suddenly feel like you’re being torn in half. “fuck,” you exhale, conscious not to be too loud as to wake up the baby upstairs.
from his rapid breaths into your bust, you can tell that’s holding back.
“rick,” you whine.
fingertips find your hips just as your arms wrap around his neck and you’re holding on for dear life as the constable starts lifting and lowering you on his cock.
“god,” you cry through gritted teeth.
rick is fucking you just like you thought he would.
he doesn’t wait for you to roll your hips or ride him, no, he just fucks you. yeah, you’re on top but rick is the one pounding into you from below. you feel every ridge and vein on his impossibly thick cock as you brings you up and down on top of him.
this is the fucking that you expected from the dauntless, untamed man that rolled through your gates with his equally intimidating allies. you wonder how long it’s been since rick had a good fuck. by the way he ruthlessly spears you on top of him, you know it’s been months at least. you conclude it probably wasn’t for his lack of skill though, not with how he maintains a delicious pressure on your clit with those same digits he used on you earlier.
your core is calling again: this time it’s lava hot. whatever tension rick had you dripping at earlier is no comparison to the overwhelming internal buzz pulsing inside of you.
“fuck, honey, you’re gushin’ around me.”
you look down. he’s right; you’ve made a slick mess of both of your laps. the words to respond don’t make it to your mouth because rick is once again picking up the pace.
every time you coil around him, rick just adopts a more devastating pace. it’s like after months of going without, he’s doing everything in his power to be as deep inside of you as possible. any deeper and he’d be back in your throat.
“you gonna come again on my cock, baby?” the brunette murmurs in your ear.
“yes, sir.” you croak, not having the capacity to comprehend what your words were doing to him. unless your body and the mind of its own it had counted.
your core is reacting right on time to rick’s consistent teasing. “that’s it,” he encourages, applying even more pressure despite your shaking legs. every time you sink down onto him, you feel full to the hilt.
“ah, fuck.”
rick’s orgasm hits before your finale; nonetheless, his tightening embrace and desperate thrusts into you are just what you need. the contrast of your hot core with rick’s warm cum should make you sick with worry and maybe something else but you’re too fucked out and drawn into your peak to care.
sweat coats your brow and your hair is sticking up in every direction but you’re just swallowed up by the tightening in your core. swallowed by how full you feel. you feel like you could make even more of a mess on top of rick.
the jolt that reverberates through your core this time is galvanizing. you wonder if there was anything before this orgasm.
head laid forward against his chest, perfectly glistening tits rising and falling with each full breath, you are at peace. who knew that relieving rick of his stress could bring you so much pleasure?
and when you look up at him, all you can do is offer a pupil blown smile.
he might just like alexandria.
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Releasing Tension
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: 18+ NSFW, fem!reader, p in v, blowjob, creampie, no use of protection (don’t be stupid, STDs are bad), idk let me know if there’s more
Synopsis: Spencer is tense and you stumble upon a way to ease his tension. (I don’t know how many times I wrote the word tense in this but it was too many)
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
He was always tense. Something about him never seemed to be able to relax, and although he seemed happy sitting up against the armrest of your shared couch, reading a heavy old book - that you couldn’t for the life of you figure the name of since it was printed in russian - you could see his body was slightly rigid, as though he felt he had to be wary. It had always been like that, you’d brought it up to him before and all he said was that “stress is a part of his nature” but that it “didn’t stop him from doing things he enjoyed”.
That seemed to be enough for him. It wasn’t for you, though. “Spence.” You murmured, facing him from the other end of the couch. He glanced up at you, humming his acknowledgement at his name and giving you a small smile. You loved the way even the teeniest of his smiles to you would reach his eyes, making the golden brown almost sparkle.
“Hey, is everything okay?” His soft voice broke you from your thoughts, and you nodded your head.
“Yea I’m fine, was just lookin at you.” He gave a shy smirk at that and tucked a piece of loose hair behind his ear.
“Is that all you wanted? To look at me?” The amusement in his voice was undeniable, and you gave a small shrug to feign nonchalance.
“Mostly just to look at you,” You lifted yourself up and draped yourself over his lap, curling up against him like a cat, “also because I could see how tense you were from the other side of the sofa, and it was agitating me.” You gave a sheepish smile, tucking your head into his chest and he sighed, looking at you as though you’d asked “are we there yet” for the twenty-third time in a half hour trip.
He set his book down on the coffee table and put a hand on your cheek. “I love you baby, you know I do, but you have to understand that I’m just like that. I’m fine, and I know you worry that I’m not okay but it’s just how my body works. It’s how I process stress; from the bau, and from anything else. But I’m okay, and I’m happy. I promise, sweet girl.” His voice was soft and you could hear the steady heartbeat in his chest as he rubbed soothing strokes against your cheekbone with his thumb.
“I love you more.” Is all you replied with, capturing his hand in yours and kissing his palm. You adjusted your position to sit up a little and kiss his cheek, his jaw, his lips. You gave him a peck, both smiling into it like lovesick fools, and resting your foreheads together as you pulled away. This time he leaned back in, connecting your lips, and it was longer, softer.
You moved on his lap again for better access to your kiss, and he sucked in a breath. “Stay still.” He barely got the words out before attaching his lips back onto yours, suddenly feeling much hotter than it was before. You lifted up and moved to straddle him, quickly merging your lips back together. When you fully sat down, Spencer's hips bucked up to meet yours and he let out a breathy groan, tucking his head in your neck and kissing the skin there.
His half hard dick pushed up into you as you sat on him, and the combination of feeling him against your now wet cunt and the way he sucked at the skin just between your neck and shoulder had you letting out a soft whimper. “Doc…”
His hips jumped when he heard you, and he moved his hands to grasp your hips, pushing you down as he rutted himself against your cunt. The wetness that had started to form was now soaking through your pants, the skirt you were wearing pushed up by his hands so he could glance down and see the mess you were making on his trousers.
“Fuck, please… so good baby, feels so good.” His grip on your hips tightened and he gasped into your shoulder, biting down slightly. He was close, and what kind of girlfriend would you be to let him cum in his trousers, when he could cum in your mouth instead?
You lifted yourself to stand, legs wobbly as you had been nearing your own orgasm along with him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, and tried to reach out for you to pull you back, but you just smiled. “Turn around, Doc. I want you facing me.”
Spencer and your’ relationship was normally fairly equal in dynamics. It was all about giving each other pleasure, and so by focusing on each other you both settled into a comfortable situation. If one of you were in the mood to take more control, you would. If you recognised that one of you needed something, you would give it. It was interchangeable, and that was what you enjoyed about it.
A few days before, Spencer had bent you over your kitchen table, fucking into you roughly and leaving marks on your body that you could still faintly see. Now you were giving him a peck on the lips and dropping to your knees, delicately pulling his trousers and boxers down his legs and watching his cock stand against his stomach.
He was very still, eyes wide in anticipation. It looked as though he was trying not to scare you away, and the thought amused you. As you reached to hold him, you raised your eyebrows, silently asking for permission, and he nodded profusely. That encouraged you to wrap your hand around his cock, which was dripping precum, and he hissed as you dragged your hand up and thumbed his head, spreading the precum down his shaft to make it easier to work him.
After you had stroked him a few times, you decided it was probably best to give him what he wanted, so you leaned in and licked from the bottom of his dick to the top, tonguing his slit. His hips involuntarily pushed up, and he leaned his head against the back of the sofa, letting out little breaths as he flexed his fingers against the couch to calm himself.
The sight of him was beautiful, eyes scrunched up, mouth hanging slightly open. You couldn’t help yourself, so you took his head into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks, running your tongue over the sensitive underside of his head. He choked out a groan at the feeling and the noise went straight to your core, soaking your pants even more.
Your clit was throbbing but you refused to pay it any mind as you took him further into your mouth, bobbing your head and stroking what you couldn’t achieve. He was looking down at you now, and when you made eye contact you pushed yourself further down on his cock, making your eyes water.
“‘M not gonna last.. feels too good.” He breathed out, lacing his fingers through your hair and gripping it, but not making a move to control your actions. You moaned around him, mostly just to see his reaction, and you were pleasantly rewarded as he whined, whispering an amalgam of curses and your name.
A tear began to drip down your cheek from taking him so far into your throat, and he lifted the hand that wasn’t in your hair to hold your face and wipe away the tear. Even through the pleasure burning in both his gut and yours, he never failed to do little things that warmed your heart. It gave you the motivation to speed up your motions, bobbing your head faster. The room echoed with the obscene noises of your mouth around him and his little moans that let you know he was ready to cum.
With your free hand, you moved to cup his balls and lightly squeeze and he could barely let out a groan as his breath got caught in his throat.
“I.. I’m-“ He tried to warn you but it was too late, and hot ropes of cum shot into your mouth. His hips stuttered and his grip in your hair tightened, forcing you to groan around his cock as the last ropes of cum filled your mouth until it was dripping down your chin. You carefully suckled his head until he looked satiated, and then pulled away and made sure to look directly into his eyes as you swallowed the mouthful of cum and grinned.
His head dropped to the back of the couch and he grumbled out a “fuck me”, shaking his head and smiling at your display. “C’mere.” He beckoned, helping you to your feet until you re-straddled his lap, centimetres from his still-hard cock.
“Did you like it?” you asked, daring to look timid now, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
“Like it? Did I like it?” He let out a breath and shook his head, swiping his thumb over the cum on your chin, and before he could do anything you pulled his thumb into your mouth, lightly tonguing the pad of his finger. “You are so perfect.” He pulled his thumb from your mouth and replaced it with his lips. “So perfect. I loved it.” The taste of himself in his mouth felt unusual but mixed with the taste of you he couldn’t complain.
You placed your hands onto his shoulders, squeezing lightly. “Less tense. I’ll take it.” Your remark made him scoff, and he pulled you in for another kiss - to shut you up you presumed. You didn’t much mind though.
As he pulled away, his head dipped down to kiss just under your chin, and then continue his kisses down your neck. It was soft, showing his gratitude, but you couldn’t help the way your walls clenched at the action despite his intention. “Spence..” You warned - though not exactly sure what you were warning him about - but he understood nonetheless.
“Do you want something?” He teased, acting as though a minute ago he wasn’t moaning and mumbling nonsense as he came in your mouth. His little kisses never ceased, although now they were much less little.
“Please.” Your voice came out whiny and needy and the sound he made in response was almost pained.
“When you ask like that I can’t refuse you. I would do anything if you asked just like that.” He lifted his head to your face, hands pulling at either side of your head to crash his lips against yours, He was somehow soft and rough at the same time, making you unable to breath and unable to want to. “Do you want me inside you baby? Can I be inside you?” He was rushing his words between kisses but you heard them perfectly, and it shot straight to your aching clit.
You pulled away momentarily to question, “Can you go again?” You didn’t want to push him, but he seemed overly enthusiastic about fucking you.
“I need it so bad.” He was almost begging, even though he knew he didn’t have to. You needed this just as much as he did, the begging was just an added bonus.
“Fuck me, then.” You said pointedly.
“Fuck you?”
“Fuck me, Doctor Reid. If you don’t I think I’ll go insane.”
And at that he grinned and flipped you both over, now lying across the couch with Spencer between your legs. He made quick work of pulling your pants down and groaned when he saw the wetness glistening on your pussy lips. “So wet for me, sweet girl. I could never get over how wet you get for me.” He was barely audible, speaking more for himself than to you, and he leaned forward, grabbing his cock and giving himself a few short strokes.
When he was back to being fully hard, he pushed his tip between your lips and against your slit, collecting the wetness and dragging it up over your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, but they soon flew open as he roughly pushed into you without warning, filling you until your pelvises pressed together. The broken cry that left your mouth had him rocking into you as he waited to be told he could move.
He was desperate to fuck into you but he needed your permission and it was driving him insane. His face was nuzzled into your neck and he was inhaling slowly, gripping onto your hips bruisingly to ground himself.
“Move.” You uttered the word and he immediately pulled out half way, slamming back into you like his life depended on it. He set a heavy pace and it wasn’t long until you were a moaning mess, grasping at his arms that were now steadying himself on your hip and next to your head.
“Feel so good baby, you’re so perfect. So perfect for me sweet girl.” The nickname sent a bolt through you and you clenched around him. “Ah fuck, you can’t do that to me baby I won’t last.” He warned, but that’s what you wanted, so you laced your fingers through his hair and synonymously pulled at his hair as you tightened around him. The shocked moan he let out sent waves down your spine and you could feel that familiar coil tightening in your gut.
“I need you to cum for me Doc. Cum inside me Spencer.” He couldn’t reply, only whimpering in response as his pace lost its rhythm, sharp thrusts combining with shallow ruts as he began to reach his peak. His hand on your hip trailed over and began to rub small circles on your clit as his hips began to spasm and he warned with small groans that he was close.
Your orgasm sweeped over your body and your thighs tightened around his waist as you whined, white flashing in your eyes as the pleasure overtook you. You gasped and came back down as Spencer stilled, cum spilling deep inside you as his body lightly shook with the pleasure. He stayed like that, hips pushed as far against you as they could go, head rested on your shoulder as he gasped in little breaths of air while he calmed.
When he felt he could move, he pulled out of you and collapsed on top of you, his cum beginning to drip from your spent hole but neither of you moved to clean yourselves up. You lay there for what could have been minutes or hours, not saying a word, until you broke the silence. “Definitely not tense now.” You whispered, and you both couldn’t help but laugh.
“Hey, I’ll admit to being tense all the time if it ends like that.” He mumbled against your skin, and you chuckled.
“We could always just do that anyway.” You replied, and he hummed in agreement.
He planted a soft kiss to your jaw, unable to lift his head much further, and moved his hand to hold your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Thank you.” He spoke quietly against you.
“Always, Doc.” You turned to kiss his palm and fell back into comfortable silence, almost sure Spencer was falling asleep.
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Sweetheart 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
rick grimes x fem!reader
from Anon: "I kinda need that rick grimes dumbification you teased at. I know you crushed it"
a/n: yes this was one of the drafts i mentioned on my poll a bit ago! I had a lot of fun writing this. enjoy!
warnings: 18+, PinV unprotected sex, slight dumbification, fingering, slight choking, angst, kinda mean/mocking Rick, edging, cussing, cum swallowing, very vague mentions of past drug usage. (lmk if i missed anything)
wc: 4.3k
Rick Grimes and you had an unsteady ‘relationship.’ Ever since Glenn Rhee, your best friend, welcomed you into the group, you and Rick constantly butted heads. It was like you couldn't agree on any one thing to save both of your lives. And whenever the two of you were alone, Rick often acted as your chaperon, always on your tail nagging you about how you were going to “get yourself hurt.” It irked you to your core. You could handle yourself, and you proved that to him plenty of times, but it just never seemed like Rick was going to trust you under any circumstance.
Glenn and Maggie liked to snicker to themselves, teasing you from time to time that Rick probably had a little crush on you, but you never understood how. That man never even smiled at you; all he did was badger you and make you feel like a fool. What the hell did they know?
“No! I’m not going on a run with him alone, Glenn. You know I’d rip his head off once he starts acting like an authoritative asswipe. And that would be on you for making me go.” You argued with Glenn, who was already scoffing and rolling his eyes.
“Y/n, honestly. You need to learn how to get along with him. Trust me, he’s not a bad guy. Remember I told you about how he led us out of Atlanta? We would have been part of the dead geeks back in the city if it weren’t for him.” Glenn was always the best motivational speaker, and sometimes you disliked how right he could be.
“I know he’s not a bad guy. I know what he did. But that doesn’t change the fact that Rick has never really treated me like one of you guys. I feel like he’s always seen me as just some — some bitch who got lucky finding a group of strong survivors,” You turned to Glenn, who was rubbing his face like he had a counter argument ready to be made, but you spoke again before he could. “Besides, Rick has never once asked me to go on runs with him, this would be awkward.”
“Not unless you make it awkward. Look, there’s no use in the two of you resenting each other, so I think this might be helpful.”
“I don’t feel like I’m helpful, though... helpful enough, I mean,” you admitted, glancing back up at Glenn who was staring at you intently, a sympathetic glint in his eyes. “I feel like I don’t pull my own weight around here very much. I mean, at least outside the walls. Just wanna feel more useful, and Rick often made me feel the opposite.”
“Well, I know you feel that way because I know you well. But you know you do more than enough for this community, especially keeping inventory and helping Olivia manage rations, and you helped rebuild the walls. You’re strong, and you’re one of us. That’s why Rick is taking you on this next run,” He reassured and patted your back lightly. You blushed and nudged your best friend on the shoulder. He never failed to put a smile on your face. “Come on, this is your chance for you to prove yourself to him. I believe in you.”
Of course you could never say no to Glenn, especially when he was so kind to you all the time. Seriously, the guy didn’t have a mean bone in his body. So, you gave Glenn a half-smile, swallowed your bitterness and stomped your way over to the gate where Rick was already waiting.
“You got the list?”
The car was dead silent, besides the rumbling sound of the tires on the road. Rick was driving, his eyes hyper focused on the road ahead, and just for a few ticks he looked down at his pocket to pull out a crumbled slip of paper. With his gaze back on the road, he held the paper out for you to grab. When you went to grab it from his hand, you could have sworn you felt his fingers graze yours for a split second. Although that didn’t seem to affect Rick very much, as his eyes were still glued to the road and both hands gripping the steering wheel.
Sighing softly, you unfolded the slip of paper and read it under your breath. Your eyes scanned it — not much was on the list, considering a team already went on a supply run the week before, and since you were in charge of inventory you knew the supply for food was not low. Looked like all you’d need to find today were extra rounds of ammunition and a few flare guns.
You desperately wanted to speak, to break the uncomfortable silence that occupied the car, but nothing in your head seemed adequate. So you slumped in your seat and picked at the loose skin of your fingertips while waiting to arrive at your destination.
After a short while the car reached a halt, and Rick wasted no time in getting out. “We’re here, grab a bag from the back and let’s go.” He shut the car door and opened the back door, reaching in to grab a backpack and sling it onto his shoulders. You did the same, after stuffing the list in your back pocket. The car was parked a few hundred feet from a worn-down gun shop on the side of the road. You honestly would have missed it if it weren’t for Rick and Daryl already scoping the place out last month; trees, overgrown grass, and shrubs all contributed to the clandestine nature of the shack.
The two of you took down a few walkers that popped out of the woods near the car before making your way into the rustic shop. You slipped your dagger back into its sleeve and pulled the list back out of your pocket. Rick was preoccupied with scoping the area, ensuring no walkers or other living beings were lurking in hidden areas of the room. The shop had a cabin vibe to it, and even the cobweb added to the scenery.
Your eyes never lingered too long on one area of the room — you needed to find flare guns while Rick gathered the other items. Each step you took around the shop sent the floorboards squeaking, earning nasty looks from the sheriff. Rolling your eyes, you stepped quieter across the room. Soon enough you found a small wooden crate collecting dust underneath a broken shelf. Inside it were random items like a piece of rope, a toolbox, and a few other paltry trinkets. You pursed your lips and raised a brow, grabbing the dusted, rusty old toolbox and holding it up in the light. You swiped the layer of dust that coated the lid and then snapped it open. Your lungs released a dissatisfied sigh when you noticed all that was left in there was a wrench and a rusty nail. Bummer.
“We need another wrench? ‘Cause I just found one!” You joked, scanning the room for Rick, until you realized he wasn’t in your view anymore. You huffed and took the wrench, throwing it into your bag and placing the useless toolbox back onto the shelf.
It didn’t take you long to find Rick, who was shoving his find of items into his bag in another room. “Rick,” you caught his attention abruptly, but only for a moment. He went back to packing stuff into his bag. “Only thing I found was a wrench, there was nothing–”
“I got everything we need,” Rick interrupted. He shuffled by you after zipping up the backpack and swinging it on his back.
This man really knew how to push your buttons; you were truthfully at your breaking point. Before he could leave the room you snagged his arm, turning him to face you. You were irritable, and he could see it painted all over your face with the way your eyes pierced into his. Rick sucked in his cheeks and held your stare, before turning his head to the wall and running a hand through his tousled hair.
You thought back to what Glenn told you — the pointers and pep talk he gave you before you left with Rick. This was the only time you would be able to talk with Rick with his undivided attention and no distractions around you.
“We need to get past this bullshit,” you stated matter-of-factly.
“What bullshit?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Rick.” His eyes met yours again. The self-assuredness you fought so hard to keep dwindled, like the wick of a candle crumbling under the dying fire.
“I– we, um…” you licked your lips and collected your composure, “You know we’ve never really been on the best of terms, ever since Glenn found me on the road to Virginia…”
Rick’s silence and fierce gaze made this all the more difficult for you. You were never great at confrontation in the first place, and this man just had to complicate it even more. “Ever since then, we haven’t really been able to get along.”
“We saw things differently. And you didn’t trust me,” he jeered.
“You didn’t trust me,” You retorted.
“Guess we’re even, then.”
You grinned, but not a happy grin — a grin that could convince your mind that you were satisfied in this moment. It was something you usually did as a child; you thought that if you smiled really hard then maybe your brain would actually think you were happy. It didn’t work right now, though. You turned away from Rick, the grin faltering and a frown replacing it.
“I never meant for things between us to get this complicated and tense… I was in a really rough place when Glenn found me and I could only trust him.” You peered at him once more, “Rick, I’m sorry if–”
He shushed you, a hand reaching up to your cheek to comfort you. This was something foreign to you; the only times he touched you was if he was handing something to you and his hand ‘accidentally’ brushed against yours. Now, his hand was placed on your cheek, and his eyes softened after seeing your tender ones pleading at him.
“I’m sorry, too…”
You were close now, his body only inches from yours. One tiny step forward and your bodies would collide. But that wouldn’t happen — couldn’t happen. You would not let it...
“Rick,” you stepped backwards a foot, not anticipating to crash into the wall behind you. His focus was on you, only you, and it made you feel many different things. “I need to know — I need you to tell me we’re okay now. That we–” his body was inching closer to yours again, and you tensed up. “Tell me we’re on good terms now.”
“I shouldn’t have waited this long.”
You were flustered, cheeks beet red. Your back was flush against the wall, hands gripping the paneling for support. “Waited...for what?”
Rick’s taller frame finally pressed against yours. You shuddered under the pressure. “Waited...to touch you–” his eyes darted across your face, landing on your puffy pink lips, “Wanted to, for so long.”
Your lips parted, unsteady breaths leaking out. You swore you could feel your heart pounding on your chest, begging to tear it open. His lips were nearing yours, and there was nothing you could do to stop it — nothing you wanted to do to stop it, at least.
He leaned in close, breath a fervent cloud bouncing off your face. “I think you want it, too.”
A fire ignited inside you, one full of an almost unfamiliar sensation — lust. Something you’d suppressed for so long and never realized you still had in you. Rick Grimes seemed to be the only man to successfully light that spark in you.
It was time to disregard the small voice in your head, the one that was screaming and scolding you for letting lust conquer your conscience. Rick could see right through your tough shell; you were like putty in his grip. So desperate for him to touch you.
Rick tutted at you, thumb pad pressing your chin, directing your eyes to his magnetic blue ones. “Knew you were needy f’me. Ever since you first looked at me.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Am I?” His hand snuck down to your denim crotch, fingers briskly tracing the zipper.
“I need to know, Rick — why you always fucking nagged me. If you wanted me, why would you make me believe the exact opposite?” You interrogated, trying to divert the topic to distract the fog clouding your mind. Rick’s finger traced designs across the v-line of your crotch, your breath hitching in your throat each time he dragged a digit down closer to your clothed heat. “You never–” you swallowed hard, gathering your composure back, “You never have long enough conversations with me, just quick enough to avoid our usual tension. And, I don’t recall us ever going on a run alone together.”
Rick’s eyes pierced into yours, his fingers coming to a halt at the hem of your jeans. “The only time I ever see you is when you need to check in on our ammunition and inventory, or when you need me to watch Judith. Even then you don’t really talk to me much.” You slapped Rick’s hand away from your pants, exasperation washing over you. “Oh, and, I can’t forget to mention that you weren’t even the one who invited me on this fucking run. Glenn did!”
Rick took a step back from you, placing his hands on his hips. He bit his lip, averting his eyes to the ground. Your brows furrowed in displeasure. You were aware that Rick was most likely working up something to retort, however impatience got the best of you.
A groan from you filled the silent air. “Please, just explain it to me! Tell me something. Anything!”
The look in his eyes was intensely passionate. You were crumbling against the wall; just his eyes had that effect on you.
“You were like a lost puppy for Glenn, and then Daryl for a while. And it made me angry because–” He closed the gap between you once again, “You were too caught up in acting like a whore instead of being with me.”
Rick’s face was close to yours, his hot breath fading into your own. You were too shocked to react, too dumbfounded by his choice of words. Did he really deem you a whore?
“I was protecting you all along, and you were too dumb to fucking realize that, huh?” His gruff voice boomed in your eardrums and sent shockwaves through your body. “I should have had you sooner, that was my mistake. But I have you here now, Y/N.” A hand slithered across your neck, gently squeezing it. You bit your lip in anticipation, squeezing your legs together to create friction for your aching core — an arousal you didn’t quite recognize until Rick grabbed your throat and brought it to life.
You were aroused, and Rick acknowledged it. There was no need to keep hiding it. Hastily you grabbed Rick’s face and smashed your lips together, hungry for him. Being that close to him wasn’t enough — you needed him closer.
The kiss became heated pretty quickly, almost two years worth of sexual tension released from it and relieved moans from the both of you harmonizing within the small shop. Rick’s hand slithered down to your crotch, right where he had left off not too long ago. Only this time, he wasted no time in slipping his hand between the waistband of your pants and the soft fabric of your lace panties. You pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily and eyes half lidded.
“Such a pretty girl… always letting me take care of you, hm? You know I’m s’posed to look out for you, ‘cause you’re too hopeless without me, sweetheart,” he cooed, his hand slipping further down your pants and flicking your panties to the side to expose your dripping heat. His fingers explored your slick folds, and you felt your back arch in response. Your hips bucked forward instinctively; you were in a trance, unable to comprehend your current emotions or actions. This was wrong, it shouldn’t be happening right now. This man hated you — at least, you thought he did; now here he was, playing with your cunt like all grudges were dropped.
Your hands gripped the back of Rick’s neck, fingers latching onto the soft curls at the base of it. Two of his fingers plunged into you without an issue; you were already soaking for him. You felt so vulnerable under this man’s touch, like he placed some sort of spell upon you, and you couldn’t find the strength in you to push him away. Maybe this was supposed to happen — maybe Rick knew what he was doing, and maybe he knew what you needed. At least, it felt like he knew what he was doing.
You couldn’t help but examine his facial features: his scruffy salt and pepper colored facial hair added beautiful texture to his chiseled jawline; his soft pink lips a shade darker than normal from your own lips eating at them; and oh — his eyes. You could never get tired of those eyes. They were hypnotic, a shade of sky blue that reeled you in the longer you stared into them. If this man wasn’t a sheriff, he would’ve done well as a fisherman – judging by the way he reeled you in so effortlessly. Although this man carried himself like he was a stone-cold sergeant, his graceful beauty was downright conspicuous; the fact that you never really considered how attractive Rick really was, honestly boggled you.
The pace of Rick’s fingers quickened and your hips grinded into his hand. His palm pushed against your needy little bundle of nerves, heightening your pleasure. Each thrust of his fingers into your wet heat brought you closer and closer to the edge. “Such a dumb slut. So fucked just from my fingers inside you. S’like you never been fucked before, so tight,” Rick cooed, his tone dripping with vehemence. The sensations were too much — you couldn’t remember the last time someone did this to you, made you feel so good.
Without warning you came undone around Rick’s digits, that nostalgic feeling in your core jetting pleasure all throughout your veins. “Oh, fuck–”
Rick pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to your lips. “Wanna taste yourself, sweetheart?” Except he didn’t wait for a response from you; carefully he slipped both fingers through the entrance of your slightly agape lips. Your tongue licked at his digits, cheeks sucking in as you lapped the juices up, tongue relishing in the bittersweetness of your flavors. Your mind was fuzzy.
Rick slipped his fingers back out of your mouth. “Think I fucked you well enough with my fingers?” He rasped, starting to unbuckle his belt. You swallowed hard, licking your lips, legs still shaking like a chihuahua. “No words? Damn, can’t wait to see how you react when I stuff you with my cock.”
You accepted your fate; rightly so, officer friendly had you at his beck and call. One orgasm was not enough yet, according to the restless motions of your hips, and somehow Rick perceived this before you could. Within seconds his brown jacket, the one he adored wearing — and most importantly, slay his enemies in — was tossed across the wooden plank floorboard and the white t-shirt that hugged his toned frame forgivingly was peeled off. You could not refuse your eyes the opportunity to explore Rick’s body. His sculpted frame was an absolute eye vacation; he wasn’t body-builder buff but he was fit and you could tell he took good care of his health. The skilled celerity of his hands practically ripped off his tattered jeans, landing on the floor with a thump from the weight of his belt and holster. You ogled at his veins popping out, and how they trailed along his forearms and outlined the sculpting of his muscles. These were all things that made you wetter by the minute.
Rick wasted no time in shoving your jeans and panties off, putting your dripping heat on full display. A wicked smirk plastered onto his face, and you scanned his eyes; they were dark and unrelenting. Your body was a pulsing, sweating, yearning machine and Constable Grimes was the only troubleshoot that seemed to exist in that moment.
“You gonna be good while I fuck your cunt?” Hands roughly clutched both of your thighs, setting them at both sides of his hips. Fervently you nodded, feeling the tip of Rick’s leaking cock tease your entrance. Even more of a confirmation of your consent was the manner in which you were wrapped around his hips; you were fiending for the sensation of being filled up by Rick’s cock. “Such a needy slut, I just gotta–” one intense thrust of his hips sent his cock driving sharply into your slippery hole; “fuck the whore outta you and–” thrust, “make you my sweet, sweet girl.” Strained squeaks and whimpers spilled from your panting mouth while Rick pounded into you. A few stray curls danced upon his forehead, sweat drenching his hair.
The man was a fiend for you too, his licentious grunts solid proof of it. “Mmph, fuck, Rick!” Your lewd cries a melody in his ears. Your tight bundle of nerves collided into his pubic bone rhythmically, adding to the concoction of whatever pleasure potion was being poured into your blood. Your strength was depleted, limbs desperately hugging around Rick and fingers clawing into his back.
“So tight for me. Need my cock to stretch y’out, right?” Rick chuckled lowly, the sound reverberating through your body. The thrusts of his hips never ceased, only for a swift moment when he placed you down on his jacket that was lying on the ground and picked right back up with his cock ramming into your cunt. The force shook your legs, and it almost felt like they were going to go numb. Rick was on his knees, holding your legs flush against his torso and shoulders while he found the perfect angle to greet your g-spot with the thumping of his tip against it. Your siren song moans were everything to Rick — however, he wasn’t going to risk having anything impeding this moment, and that meant drawing as little attention to the shop as humanly possible.
“Gotta be good for me, an’ stay fuckin’ quiet.”
His hand clasped your mouth roughly while his hips continued to drive relentlessly into your dripping pussy. His body leaned close into yours, your legs pressed flat to your sides — all spread out for him to fully access your obedient hole. He was hitting all the right spots. His lips eventually replaced his hand on your own mouth, going back and forth between dragging out your bottom lip between his teeth and wrestling your tongue with his — he ended up winning that duel.
Rick attached his lips to your neck, nibbling at the exposed skin with his teeth and evoking hushed mewls from you. He kissed and sucked your skin as he fucked you on top of his jacket. Skin on skin and the wet squelching of your pussy — the sounds were white noise to him.
Your fingers dug into his back and shoulders as he transitioned to a more graceful pace, letting your body shift along with his. “Look at you, goin’ dumb from my cock. Feels good?” He mocked you, smugness washing over his entire face.
You were unable to form coherent sentences, not with how Rick was rocking into you and incessantly ramming his tip into all the right spots. Felt better than any drug you ever did in college. All that clouded your mind was how close you were to reaching the point of no return. “So close,” was what squeaked out of you, stimulation to both your clit and g-stop all too overwhelming. Your body was preparing to succumb to the pressure.
Rick looked down at your features; your face scrunched up in pleasure — mouth making perfect “o” shapes, and sweat gleaming on your skin. You were taking him so well, being so patient for him.
“Tell me how good you feel, sweet girl.”
“So good, Rick! Ungh– need to cum, please!”
He smirked, rubbing circles upon your swollen clit; “Cum f’me.” And that was all you needed to hear to let the jetstream of pleasure erupt through your body, your wet cunt gushing while Rick steadied his pace thrust by thrust. His orgasm was near, you could tell from the way he started twitching inside you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the warm euphoric feeling you were experiencing was clouding your senses. “God, you must love being fucked, huh?” Rick tantalized, admiring the way your tits bounced and how your arms flailed around, reaching for something to grab onto but were too weak to do so. It was bringing him closer to his climax.
The empty feeling he left you after he pulled his cock out made you frown, unable to formally fuss because of the state you were in. He started stroking his shaft, thumbing the pink tip. “Open your mouth, hun,” was the only warning he gave you as he sat you up and released a thick ribbon down your throat. You lazily licked up the treat he gifted you, then lay back down on his jacket.
You simpered in that position while Rick cleaned the both of you up, kissing your cheek as he did so. Glenn was right, somewhat — Rick wasn’t a bad guy, and maybe he did have a crush on you after all. You just weren’t exactly expecting the events that had recently unfolded in a gun shop of all places.
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Pretty boy .・゜゜・
Warnings- fem. Reader, p in v, lil over stimulation, mentions of alcohol consumption, sub Yuta, Dom reader , cream pie, pussy drunk Yuta, dick drunk reader
Authors note - not proof read idk wrote it at 12 am posting at 1 , just living off horny.
You've known Yuta since high school and your relationship has only been a friendship nothing sexual. You're currently in college; living the college dream of going to parties, getting to know some guys and focusing on your major.
You just got home to your shared dorm with Yuta, and you were just on your phone relaxing, until Yuta stumbled in to the room noticeably drunk from his red face and slurred mumbles to himself.
"Yuta are you alright!" I yelled worridly at him.
He stumbled over and fell into my bed "Mm [reader's name] your home early " he managed to slur out.
You didn't answer but in your mind you were panicking because Yuta wasn't the type to drink and to see him like this made you wonder if something happened.
"What happened Yuta?"
"Hhng nothing I just wanted to have something to drink".
"But you're not the type to drink and especially not this much; but lets get you sobered up"
You put him on your bed fully and went to get him some water, after you got him some and he drank it you took off his jacket and shoes and put him to bed.
Feeling yourself getting tired too you fell asleep next to him.
It's 2am and Yuta woke up quickly, looking around wondering where he was but eventually calmed down when he realized.
Because of his panic it woke you up too and you tiredly ask him what happened.
"Oh- nothing sorry for waking you" he said embarrassingly but was blushing a little when he realized he was sleeping next to you.
You then start questioning why he came in so drunk and he eventually caved in and told you why.
"I.. the reason why I did it is because I was trying to drink away my problems" he said blushing from embarrassment.
You question more about what the problem was and he revealed that he had feelings for you and didn't know if you felt the same.
Hearing that you didn't say anything but instead you got on top of him starring down at him.
"W-what are you doing [reader's name]!" he said flustered.
You start grinding down until him and you can feel him getting harder underneath you.
"Nnhg ah- W..whats gotten into you"
You let out a breathy moan "ha just showing you what I wanted to do for years"
Yuta was suprised at what you said but his mind was getting too clouded to think straight anymore.
You paused your motion and got off him to start taking off your your clothes leaving yourself bare.
Yuta felt a lump in his throat and his face got even more red if possible, quietly staring at your body. Hesitantly he reached out to touch your breast, you grab his hand and made him mould your chest gently.
You soon started kissing him roughly, your tongues dancing together perfectly, it made Yuta's head dizzy and was moaning softly while it happened.
You pull away slowly, only a sting of saliva connecting you guys.
"Have you ever fingered someone?" You asked curiously and Yuta hearing this question quickly got flustered and shook his head slowly.
"Well.. let me teach you"
You slowly grabbed his hand and put it in your mouth to wet his fingers, once it was wet enough you took it out of your mouth and brought them down to your heat.
"Now slowly tease it and insert slowly" you smirked at his reactions to you teaching him.
He followed your instructions and slowly entered one finger and slowly pumped it in and out, you moaned out softly at this and that encouraged him to go faster and add in more fingers inside you.
"Ah ahh hnhg m-maybe your going too fast"
Yuta ignored you and continue his pace. He found a steady rhythm and it made your pussy gush with pleasure and you can feel yourself about to cum so shakingly stop his hand.
"Mm no I wanna finish on you"
Yuta pulls out slowly and watch as you slowly pull down his pants and underwear.
When you saw how pretty his dick was it made you drool and you start thinking about what it would be like to have it in your mouth and in you.
You slowly went down and start to lick his tip teasingly, pearls of white sticky pre cum started leaking out. Yuta was moaning above you, then you swallowed his dick whole, immediately his hands grabbed your hair but you continued to bob your head up on down it at a steady speed.
You look up to see Yuta with a euphoric look on his face, with drool running down his mouth while he's moaning loudly, you can feel him start to twitch in your mouth so you pull of suddenly while ignoring his fucked out whines for you to continue.
You went above him and slowly sank down on his cock and you can feel your brain turn to mush because of his girth and length.
You sat down on it fully and Yuta fully bottomed out, you start to ride him.
Yuta felt like he was going mad from how warm your insides felt and how it gripped him perfectly. His cock was hitting all the right spots and you were hungry for more of the sensation, you picked up the passed and started slamming your hips up and down roughly.
Both of you had a fucked out expression on your faces. Your face twisted in pleasure as you felt your self getting close.
"AH Yuta p-p-please cum inside me, fill me up ah- ah nhng" .
Through his hazy eyes Yuta saw your tongue sticking out so he dived in and kissed you.
Even though he was drunk on the pleasure he enjoyed the squelching wet sounds of your pussy.
Your hips started to get stutter and move sloppily so Yuta grabbed your waist firmly and slammed you up and down repeatedly in a more steady pace.
Your pleas for him to slow down fell on deaf ears and he continued to use you like a ragdoll.
"YUTA! mm ah- ahh I'm getting close, I'm sensitive-"
As you managed to spit that out you can feel yourself cum and coat his dick in your slick.
Soon after he came inside you as well only a little managing to slide down his cock.
Exhausted, you guys fell asleep together with his dick inside you.
When Yuta waked he jumped up and panicked wondering if what happened was a dream or not because he was clean and in new boxers. He went to the living room to see you on your phone.
You greeted him and asked him how he was feeling, he could bearly answer because of how red he was and how much he was stuttering, asking if what happened was real.
You teased him and asked him what he was talking about but when you saw his adorable puppy face tearing up you couldn't bring yourself to continue so you spent the rest of the day assuring and comforting him.
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This man is so fine and literally so sexy like he would literally be the most gentle man yet so rough in bed like….
“Baby… I told you to stop being so loud.” He says in a bit of an annoyed tone. You kept moaning louder and he puts his hand over your mouth whispering for you to shut up before kissing your cheek. You groan and moan into his hand and he just has a smirk the entire time.
As he starts speeding up he decides to record the moment with how pathetic you look beneath him. “Look at you… tears in your eyes because you can’t handle it can you.” You groan and you moan and he finally lets go of your mouth before harshly pressing his lips on you “such a good girl…” “Tom please fuck me harder… faster…. Please bruise me” you plead desperately and he just laughs at your desperation. He records every second and he WILL be using the video against you later. He starts going faster until he cums inside your pussy and he had a slight moan and he bit his lip. You were so sweaty and out of breath. He slowly pulls out before kissing you and then just cleaning himself off. He wanted to cherish the picture of how destroyed you look. Your ruined makeup, the cum leaking out of you, your cheeks being all red from sucking him off. It was all too perfect.
He takes a picture before finally helping you up to take you to the bathroom to get cleaned. In the bath there’s bubbles some candles and he stays by your side washing your hair and your body. “You did so good princess… I’m so proud of you and how you kept going for me” “Ich liebe dich Prinzessin“ he then kisses your head before taking a cup and pouring it on you slowly to get any remaining soap off of your body.
#tom kaulitz smut#tom kaulitz#smut story#smut#hornyposting#tokio hotel#germany#german bands#unprotected sex#p in v sex#headcanon#y2kcore#y2k aesthetic#y2k#2000s emo#early 2000s#2000s#2000s nostalgia#gustav schäfer#georg listing#bill kaulitz
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[🌙] Stuck
In where Professor!reader and Snape are stuck in a closet
Warnings: smut (18+) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK., bad english and grammar, unprotected sex
Tags: F!Reader, Forced Proximity, French Kissing, Fluff in the first half, Snape Loves Tea, Petnames, Switch!Snape (Mostly Dom!), Professor!Reader, Oral (Male receiving), P in V Sex, Virgin Snape, Fingering
Author’s note: the way this idea flashed in my mind is incredible LMAO (do you put coffee in a tea-cup????)
Guide: (Y/N): your name, (L/N): last name, (H/C): hair color, (E/C): eye color, (S/N): subject name.
read on Ao3 — coming soon…
You’re a professor at Hogwarts, you teach (S/N). You’re actually a pretty good teacher, your bubbly and cheerful personality keeps the student hooked with the lesson and eager to learn more.
Unlike Snape, you’ve been friends with him since you two went to Hogwarts as children, not that he isn’t a good teacher. He is. It’s just that he’s way more cold and strict with the students, but that’s just because he cares about them..right?
You’re currently in the teachers lounge, which is simply a small library and a old empty closet in it, you always wondered what it was for, probably for Boggart studies. You shrug and turn back to the coffee you are brewing on the little stove and counter located up against an empty wall, the counter was filled with small tea-cups, coffee beans and tea bags. You pour the coffee in the small tea-cup you previously grabbed, steam coming out.
Suddenly the door swings open and a dark broad figure comes in, you slightly jump, almost spilling the coffee and snap you’re head towards the figure.
“Oh..Sev, it’s you!” You smile and take a sigh of relief.
“Obviously.” He says sarcastically walking towards the counter, next to you.
“You want some.” You smile warmly, indicating the coffee. He simply looks at you and shakes his head grabbing a bag of black tea, his favorite. “You know i hate coffee, (Y/N)” He starts to make tea.
You roll your eyes laughing a bit and taking a sip of the hot coffee in your hands. “Yes, yes, i know you do.”
“I know you better than you think.”
“Oh, really?” He answers, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” You put the coffee down and look up at him.
“Prove it.” He smirks gently.
“Uhm..well i know you badly want to be a Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, but get constantly denied.” You smile.
He can’t help but chuckle darkly. “Well that isn’t fair, is it? It’s something i said to you.”
You sigh “Well..if you weren’t so mysterious all the time i would more know about you..”, you tease, tracing the rim of your tea-cup smirking and biting your bottom lip.
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely.” You turn to him, tilting your head slightly. “I mean..even the student say that about you, they say you’re dark and mean…” you trail off.
“And do you believe that?” He snaps his head towards yours.
“Huh?”
“Do you think i’m dark and mean, darling?” He says looking at you up and down, leaning against the counter. You feel your cheeks heat up when he calls you that, the word “darling” said in his deep tone with that perfect British accent made you feel a type a way. A type of way you haven’t felt since you were young.
You had a crush for Severus, though you never confessed because he only had eyes for Lily. Your best friend. You thought that with the years your feelings faded away, but you knew deep down you still felt butterflies in your stomach when Snape walked close to you or brushed his hand against your body.
You gulp “U-uhm..no.”
He smirked and turned back to his tea.
“Why’d you ask, Sev?”
“No reason.”
“You’re cute when you’re flustered like that, (Y/N)” He says before taking a sip of his coffee.
Your eyes widen as you look down and touch your cheeks; you’re burning hot, fuck! Professor Snape chuckles quietly as you look away.
“Thank you..” You mutter out. Before trying to change the subject, feeling yourself getting embarrassed.
“I-uh..what does that closet do? I mean, what is it used for..” You walk to the old dusty closet, Snape looks at you from behind. “Lessons, of course.”
“What kind, though?” You ask, inspecting the closet door, closing and opening it making creak sounds from how old it is. Snape sighs and slowly heads towards you, putting the tea away.
“I’m not sure..” He trails off. You hear his voice in your ear, he’s right behind you, you feel your back brush up against his front you blush more as you stumble in the closet. He quicker grabs your waist to prevent you from falling, stepping in the closet too. As soon as he does the closets door shut close and lock.
You break slowly from his grip around your waist, your bodies now completely close to eachother since the closet’s so small. You try to budge the doors open, nothing. You sigh and groan a bit, until giving up and sighing louder. “Fuck..”
“We’re stuck..” You whine.
Snape’s gaze adverts from your eyes to the closet doors as he uses a spell to try and open them; nothing, again.
“See, i told you!” You sigh defeatedly.
“Well. It won’t be long until the other Professors realize we’re missing. It’s almost dinner.”
“Severus, dinner is in 2 hours, until then?” You arch your eyebrows and pout, feeling like crying.
“Until then we just have to wait, can you do that, doll?”
You blush again, doll, really? Was he trying to make you blush. You cross your arms and turn to the side.
“No..i..im sorry.” You mutter.
“What, what’s wrong?”
“I just can’t..keep calm.”
“Ah, i suppose you’re claustrophobic, mh?”
“No, Sev. It’s not that, it’s..you.” You blush harder, and look at him. He looks confused, tilting his head to the side and raising an eyebrow before realizing.
“I fucking want you, Severus.” You blurt out, grabbing the collar of his shirt pulling him closer and biting your bottom lip.
“Dear, i don’t think this is an appropriate time..” He mutters grabbing your hips.
“Please, Sev..i’ve been waiting my whole fucking life.” You whine. Severus suddenly smashes his lips on yours, leaning down and squeezing your hips. Your eyes widen before they slowly close, both of your tongues fighting for dominance, your eyebrows furrow and arch as his tongue finds his way into your mouth, exploring it fully.
You push yourself against the wall behind you and start to undress yourself, sliding off your skirt, then playing with the waist band of his pants, Snape breaks the kiss panting, both of your lips glossy and red from the encounter. He looks down at your hands fumbling with the buttons of his pants.
“Eager, aren’t we?” He sweetly teases looking back at you. You nod smirking as his pants fall to his knees, revealing his black boxers, matching your black panties. You slip your finger across the waistband and pull them down too, his massive length springing out, tip already covered in pre-cum, making him groan quietly.
You lean down and gently lick his tip, making him shutter and moan your name. His hands flat on the wall in front of him as you get on your knees in front of him, staring at throbbing cock in front of you.
“You’re fuckin’ huge Sev..” you trail off, drooling a bit, making him groan more. “You’re a virgin, right?” He nods closing his eyes in anticipation. “See..i know you better than you think..” You smirk and lick his tip again, making him moan louder.
“(Y/N) fuck..” He looks down at you on your knees.
You start lapping down his cock, feeling every vein in your mouth and feeling it twitch from excitement, making you moan against it.
You start bobbing your head up and down his length, making him moan again and again.
“For Merlin’s sake..(Y/N)..” He puts a hand in your luscious (H/C) hair, pulling it and tangling in it gently as you bob your head faster, feeling tears in your eyes as his cock kept hitting your uvula and messing with your gag reflex.
“Y-Yes! Fuck..just like that, darling, s-shit..you feel amazing..” He throws his head back, thrusting in your mouth, making you gasp and hit against the wall behind you, tears start streaming down your face as he slows down only to thrust faster again, feeling himself come closer. You mutter and moan against his hardness, sucking on him, feeling your pussy clench and get wetter every sound he makes.
“A-ah..dear, i-i’m gonna come i-in your m-mouth..Fuck! I-is that..?” He trails off looking down at your pretty (E/C) eyes as you nod, wiping your tears gently before feeling his load fall down your throat with and orgasm, you swallow it and pull your mouth off his still hard penis, you stand up slowly.
“F-fuck me?” You ask panting.
“Absolutely..” He grabs your thighs and pushes you against the wall, your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. He moves the panties to the side, revealing your opening.
“Finger me first, baby..stretch me out..~” You say guiding his fingers on your soaked pussy.
“You’re absolutely soaked sweetheart..” He whispers, sliding two fingers in your clit making you moan his name. He pumps his fingers in and out of you in a slow paste before taking his fingers out and sliding them in your mouth.
“Like that, dear? Do you taste good?”
Your tongue swirls around his fingers and nod, he smirk and takes them out and back to your vulva, pumping in and out harder. You push your thighs together gently, making more friction as you gasp and moan. “S-Shit, Severus..deeper..” You beg as you guide his finger deeper into your vagina, he curls his fingers into you as you moan louder.
You feel yourself getting closer.
“Are you close, doll-face?” He asks
You nod the walls of your cunt closing against his big fingers.
“Go on, make a mess on my hand, love. Come on me.” He whispers and kisses your cheek.
You moan and with a louder orgasm you release on his hand, then shoving his fingers in your mouth again, making you taste yourself, he smirks in pleasure and plunges his cock into you with no warning. You gasp as he takes his fingers out and glides them to your thighs, holding you gently.
He chuckles quietly, his face next to yours as he started thrusting into your pussy, almost hitting your g-spot, you whine, bucking your hips to help him, he hits your sweet spot and starts thrusting faster.
You’re almost screaming.
“Honey, you’re so..tight..” He says, kissing your neck.
“So” Thrust “Fucking” Thrust “Small” Thrust “For” Thrust” “My” Thrust “Big” Thrust “Cock!”
He pants feeling you so close again you almost cry.
“Sev..close!!” You throw your head back to the wall behind you as he speeds up his thrusts more and more, your eyes roll at the back of your head. “Come again dear. Do it on my cock.” He says, pulling out another orgasm out of you, making you finish all over his dick, your cream dripping down on the floor of the closet, making a mess. He chuckled quietly.
“In or out sweetheart?” He asks, closer to his climax. “I-in please.” You whine as he comes in your vulva, painting it white cream, he takes out his cock from your small entrance, a bit of his cum dripping down on the floor, you giggle.
Suddenly you hear quick footsteps heading towards the closet, you both quickly get dressed.
A muttered spell can be heard from behind the closet doors, unlocking them. The person opens the doors.
“Merlin’s beard! You’re both okay.” Minerva said, “I heard sounds from the closet, it sounded like you two were in trouble.” You blush a bit.
“Uh..yeah, we were screaming for help..” You look at Snape, his cold expression making you shiver.
“Well now, let’s head to the Great Hall, it’s time for dinner.” Professor Mcgonagall says, walking towards the Great Hall, expecting you two to follow.
When you arrived there, Snape couldn’t help but sneak his hand under your skirt.
#snape x y/n#snape x reader#snape smut#snape x you#snapedom#snape love#professor snape#snape#snape content#harry potter x reader#fem!reader#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#reader insert#x reader#smut x reader#blowjov#finger my pussy#p in v sex#harry potter smut#snaddy#snape imagine#snape fanfiction#snape fic#severus snape#severus x reader#i love severus#y/n#x y/n#your name#self insert
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Please help this is my first post, not gonna lie though, the idea came to me in a dream and I just had to write it
“There's no point in hiding now my dear, I heard you the moment you opened your door.”
With a slight sigh, you walk into the lobby where Alastor is sitting, reading a book, without even looking at you he starts to speak again,
“Going out somewhere my dear?”
You nod your head, letting him know you'll be out for a couple of hours, to which he nods his head, bidding you farewell.
*skipping a couple of hours*
You walk home, exhausted and slightly tipsy, having a few too many drinks, trying to silently walk through the front door, your feet failing you as you stumble slightly, you hear a laugh, and you look up to see Alastor still reading the same book in the lobby.
“Why are you still awake?”
He chuckles slightly,
“My dear, I don't need as much sleep as you other demons do”
You nod your head sitting down on the couch across from him, lying down as you groan, rubbing at your forehead, making Alastor look over slightly, finally noticing your outfit rather distasteful for his liking,
“My dear that is not an outfit I'd like to see again, it's quite vulgar is it not?”
You look over at Alastor, smirking, and run your hands along the length of the dress,
“Well then I might just have to wear it every day if you hate it so much, Al”
His smile doesn't falter, but his eyes narrow into slits, making you shiver slightly,
“Perhaps you've had too much to drink my dear, you're not thinking straight”
You smirk again, feeling playing and slightly flirty, you stand up, sitting down next to Alastor, making him look at you, you couldn’t exactly tell how Alastor was feeling since he was always smiling, but he didn’t attempt to remove your presence either.
“Perhaps you just need to be a good boy then and take care of me.”
You giggle slightly, not being serious but Alastor's hands twitch and his body stiffens, eyes going slightly wider, looking down at you,
“What did you just call me?”
His voice contained a lot less of his normal radio static, sounding almost…normal, you look up, smirking at his reaction,
“A good boy~, don’t tell me you liked that Alastor, the big bad overlord, getting flustered over being called a good boy?”
He freezes up even more slightly, fingers twitching as his breath catches in his throat, his face starting to sweat slightly, you noticed this, and were loving every second of it.
“K-keep calling me that.”
He mumbles but you still hear it, smirking, leaning your body on his arm slightly, closing his book and putting it to the side,
“Well you have to prove you’re a good boy, I can’t just call you a good boy if you haven’t earned it, you understand right?”
He nods, growing more and more flustered by the minute at your words, you stand up and start to walk up the stairs, looking back, beckoning him to follow you, he does so without a single complaint, and you lead him to your room, closing and locking the door behind you, moving him towards to bed as he sits down on the edge, looking up at you.
You step away, slowly stripping yourself of your clothing, throwing the clothes to the floor carelessly, as Alastor stares at you, you smirk at him once you are done stripping,
“Take off your shirt for me baby~”
He does so eagerly, placing the article of clothing next to him gently as he stares at you, you walk closer, leaning on his chest slightly urging him to lay down as you sit on his clothed crotch that was becoming harder and harder by the second,
“You want to make me feel good pretty boy? Good boys make their mistresses feel good don’t they?”
You ask, to which he nods,
“So you’ll be a good boy and let your mistress ride your face right?”
Alastor nods again, eyes looking at you hungrily as you crawl up to him, positioning your cunt over his face as he wraps his arms around your thighs, giving you a slight lick, earning a moan from you, you continue to lower yourself onto his face, as he delves into your pussy like it’s the last meal he would ever eat. Trying to be mindful of his sharp teeth he licks and sucks on your clit before plunging his tongue straight into your pussy, making you moan loudly as you grasp at his hair, tugging on the strands, making him moan, sending vibrations up your cunt.
“Fuck what a good boy Alastor, making me feel so fucking good, you want me to cum on your face? It’ll be your reward yeah? For being such a good boy~”
He nods eagerly, well tries to at least, licking and sucking more harshly, moving one of his hands to thumb at your clit so he could focus on hitting your G-spot with his tongue, moving your hips with his other hand, helping grind your pussy onto his face, it didn’t take much longer for you to cum all over his face, leaning your body forward heaving as you work your way through your orgasm, your body shuddering. You move your body off his face, sitting on his chest and allowing him to speak, the lower half of his face covered with your arousal, you put your hand onto his cheek looking lovingly into his eyes, leaning down to quickly kiss him,
“Such a good boy for me, you're my good boy ok? No one else’s”
He nods his head, whining slightly at the painful erection in his pants,
“Please let me fuck you, I’ll be your good boy if you just let me feel you around me”
You smirk, moving your body down and start to take off his pants, pulling them down and discarding them to the floor, along with his boxers, letting his erection spring free,
“Well you have been such a good boy, and you’re so pretty like this, how could I say no to you?”
You pump his cock slightly making his hips stutter upwards as you position your cunt over his aching cock, with one swift movement, you slam your body down, letting Alastors cock go balls deep, both of you moan out at the feeling, his more desperate and whinier than yours as you start to move your body up and down, your pussy squeezing at his cock making Alastors eyes close in pleasure, his body starting to shudder.
“Don’t tell you you’re going to cum yet baby? Pretty boys like you need to get permission first, I can’t have you being bad now can I?”
He whines out, trying to steady himself,
“Feels..too good, *please*”
You rub at his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him and he starts to buck up into your heat, making you moan into his mouth as he starts to hit your G-spot, a familiar warmth spreading through my lower stomach,
“Just a little more baby, come on you can do it, you're being so good~”
You praise him over and over making his hips stutter, with the repeated assault against your G-spot, you moan loudly, kissing him as you came around his cock,
“Ok, baby you can cum now, cum inside me yeah? Be a good boy”
Alastor moans wildly, bucking his hips up before cumming into your wet heat, holding you tightly against his body, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you pull off his cock, laying down next to him as he lays onto you slightly, you rub at his shoulders cooing more praise into his ear.
“Such a good boy, you did so well for me, so good and pretty Alastor”
You clean up Alastor before cleaning up yourself, laying back down next to him pulling the covers over the both of you before falling asleep, holding each other close.
#alastor#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel smut#x reader#alastor smut#praise k!nk#p in v sex
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Soap fucking you silly on the couch!!
Warnings; p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, implied baby trapping, Virgin!reader, fingering, non/dub con?, NOT proofread, barely any readers prep. MDNI
Summary; Getting caught up in CBF!soap’s trap. But you don’t mind right? You’d never leave him anyway and even if you tried he’d kidnap you and lock you away forever
You smile as you rush to the door, you open it and cling to him. “How ya been Bonnie?” He smiled, hugging you tightly with his hands on your hips. “I’m alright! How is your deployment so far Johnny?” Pulling away and leading him deeper into your parent’s house. The smell of lasagna flowing throughout the large house. “It’s good. even better tha’ I’m here right? Where’s ya parents at?” He questioned, following you as you lead him into the living room.
“Just getting a few more things for dinner. I think dessert or something? But they have to go all the way into town so I don’t expect them to be back so soon..” you mutter, sitting next to him. “Wha’ should we watch bonnie?” He grabs the remote, turning on the tv. “Maybe… a romance movie?” You hum. And before you know it you’re falling asleep on his lap, snoring softly as he continues watching the movie. Occasionally snapping photos for his memory jerking off or other things. But when a sex scene flashes on the tv he can’t help but get a bit aroused, gripping your plush thighs a bit tighter.
Softly grinding his hips up into your cunt, listening to your sleepy and quiet moans. It only makes his cock throb harder through his pants when he realizes that your skirt is riding up and revealing the wet spot on your panties. “F-Fuck lass.. need ya pret’y lil’ cunt..” he grunts, leaning into you and causing you to stir. He almost cums right then and there when he see’s the flash of confusion and fear in your eyes when you wake up. “J-Johnny?! W-What are you-“ you panic, but he interrupts you by covering your mouth and fucking up into you even faster. Flipping you onto your back and practically ripping your panties off, rubbing your sopping clit pussy with his thumb.
“Shh lass, ya’ gonna like it.. ya’ wanna make me happy ri’?” He unzips his pants, releasing his fat cock. “J-Johnny that’s t’big!” You squirm as he presses his fingers into your hole. “I know lass, I know..” He kisses the crook of your neck, feeling the rumble of your throat as you whine. His fingers gently sliding in. “Ya’ so tight lass..” He chuckles, stretching you out with his thick fingers. “Maybe I should’ve got ya drunken up before hm.?” He starts to kiss your neck, your whines echoing through the room as he fingers you pretty pussy a bit faster. Curling his fingers inside to reach your G-spot. “J-Johnny!~” You moan, your hips stuttering. If it was up to soap he’d drag you back to base with him and use you as his personal flesh light. Not that he doesn’t already have a sex doll that looks exactly like you at his house (he can’t bring it on base) wasn’t there an open spot for a new filer needed on base? “Tha’s it lass.~ cum f’me my pretty gal.” He kisses your plush lips, sliding his tongue in.
As soon as you cummed on his fingers he pulled them out and replaced them with the tip of his reddened cock. “C’mon lass, relax so I can fit my cock in ya” he smiled, one hand on your hip with the other hooked under your knee. Slipping his fat cock into your tight cunt and drawing loud moans from you. “C’mon lass, that’s it, biiiig stretch dove.” His words don’t help, causing you to clamp down on him. “T-T’big! I-I’m gonna rip!” You whine, tearing up from both pain and need. Gasping as he slammed into you, shrieking. “Can’t love. I need ya understood?” He lets out a breathy moan, repeatedly pulling out until its just the tip and slamming right back into your cervix. He was huge and not giving you time to adjust, just slamming into your gummy walls with no regard.
When he fills you up to the brim with his cum, even after begging for him to pull out, he babbles on and on. “Gonna make ya’ a momma lass..” he moans into your ear, hips stuttering and sweat layering on his and your skin.
#soap x reader#soap mactavish x reader#cod smut#p in v sex#pervy!soap#faeridollzthots#faeridollz#bigD!soap
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“not happening.”
“what if i told you that you’d be helping to save the world?”
“by fucking him?”
you scoff, turning your attention back to the braid you’d begun down your back. “i’m not helping you with your passion project, okafor. i have actual shit to do.”
okafor grins at you. “bullshit.”
“no, i still have weekly duties and assignments. i can’t just drop all of that trying to seduce your ticking time bomb.”
“i see the way he looks at you,” he states with a breath of your name. “if he’s gonna be open to anyone, it’s you.”
“he doesn’t need to be open to anyone.” you counter.
“i don’t think you know what he needs yet.”
“and you do?”
“he needs you.”
“no.” you reply flatly, fists clenched. “you need him to enact your little plan that i have nothing to do with.”
the lieutenant colonel gives you a haughty smile. “well then, at the very least he needs stress relief and you owe me a favor.”
you glare at him. “that was a one time thing.”
“you got what you wanted didn’t you?”
“being perpetually indebted to you with favors isn’t what i signed up for,” you complain as you plait your hair.
“you get to sit around and make your little maps and fuck around all day.” your superior reminds you.
you do your best not to scowl too much, unlike the man who your former benefactor wanted you to de-stress fuck. he constantly had a sour look on his face. he was the consignee who cut off his fucking hand trying to escape. how would you convince someone like that to just lay back and let you fuck them until they didn’t miss whatever life they had before again?
“this is kind of a far ask, okafor.” you note and tie off the end of your braid. you finally turn around from the mirror in front of you to face the dark green fatigue clad man behind you. “it’s never gone as far as touching someone like that and actually fucking them. i don’t think i’m up for that.”
okafor crosses his arms. “are you sure about that? last time i checked, you eye fuck him almost as much as he eye fucks you.”
“you’re an asshole.” you spit, venom dripping from your words. “i’m not letting you coerce me into this.” your eyes meet his brown irises. “let this be the last straw for you, lock me up, dishonorably discharge me, whatever, but i’m not just gonna hop on your lackey’s dick because you say so.”
he takes a deep breath and clasps his hands together, smirking for whatever reason. “i think you’ll want to.” he suddenly stands and you’re paranoid for a split second that he’s about to summon backup or attempt to disarm you right here and now. “because i’m not serving up any threats, just desserts. you’ve been good to me and i’ve been good to you. i want you to continue to reward you. maybe with what you’ve wanted all along.”
your eyebrow lifts. “and what would that be?”
okafor doesn’t say anything when you begin breaking the dress code with your workout gear. you make sure to plan time around your community mapping projects to run past the officers' meeting hall in the tighest pair of shorts you owned.
you never forgot to smile and wave to okafor and rick as you pass by. it takes a few days but rick returns your wave.
content adorns your face when you catch him surveying your form from afar, getting closer and closer to that sweet reward okafor had promised you.
soon enough rick is running into you everywhere. you're crossing paths in helicopter hangers, on benches outside of the barracks, during your runs around the reservoir, at the gym, in the administrative office in your most yielding sweater, in the hallway, and at his front door on okafor’s orders.
“okafor wanted me to make sure this got to you.”
“thank you,” rick grunts gruffly, accepting the folder with his latest field assignment from your grasp.
“anytime, rick,” you crow.
before he can bid you good night, you ask if he’d been briefed by okafor yet. he shakes his head.
you smile sweetly. “well, he really wanted you to sit down and talk about the park with someone who’s been there before, knows the layout.”
the cowboy type raises an eyebrow. “you’ve been to olympia national park before.”
“mhmm,” you confirm. “a long time ago but i know more about it than okafor.” you let out a breath, eyes boring into his icy blue gaze. “got a minute?”
the dark wainscoting of officer’s quarters enters your field of vision as rick leads you through the skinny hallway, pointing out a bathroom before bringing you into what you assume is the downstairs living room.
“you can help yourself to the kitchen,” he offers graciously, gesturing towards the kitchen of the open floor plan living space.
“thanks!” you chirp and weave towards the kitchen, finding two short glasses and flinging a cabinet open.
“oh, you have whiskey!”
“it was a gift from okafor.”
you can barely keep a guffaw from tumbling out of your mouth. “that’s very on brand for him,” you comment, turning the handcrafted decanter over in your hands. “well, lucky for you, okafor has fantastic taste.”
rick observes from the leather sofa as you pour two short glasses of whiskey - not even asking if you could. the orange light of the kitchen does nothing to hide how great you look for nine o’clock at night. your gauzy long hair glints, looking sleek beneath the lights as it falls inches above the curve of your ass.
the same bottom that had seemingly been following rick around base. it was like everywhere he turned: you were there. whatever inspired this house call felt suspiciously related.
kneeling on the floor next to the coffee table, you place the tray with your drinks down and empty the folder of its documents in order to splay them across the table. you reach up to rick to pass him one of the twin glasses.
reluctantly, he accepts. however, he doesn’t take a sip from his glass until after you do.
he doesn’t miss the way your throat tenses at the burn of the liquor when it makes its way down. you throw another swig back like a young woman who’s grown accustomed to drinking with her fellow soldiers, but in the quarters of one of her superiors?
“so, here’s where you’ll be landing.” your glass is already on the coffee table and you’re pointing out green meandering lines. “whitehorse mountain is right here. just be careful of atmospheric rivers in the area. did okafor tell you about what happened to the apache team?”
the dark haired man shook his head, worry lines becoming more pronounced.
you shake your head. “forget i said anything.” you take another quick drink from your glass and rick looks alarmed - you’re not like your oxen brothers in arm who could drink themselves silly. he doesn’t have time to dwell on it though because you’re skipping right to the next print out to detail his planned trek along the sauk river.
“it’s a pretty ridge. you should stop and take a picture.” you suggest, thumbing through laminated landmark shots of valleys and vistas, making a verbal note of one which is a convenient stop on his trip.
he bites his pink lip. “i don’t think getting a photo of the view is gonna be on my mind, sweetheart.”
“why not?” you question with a glimmer in your eye. “someone like you should take time to relax when you can.”
he chides your name. “what’re you doin’?”
“your job is important, and we all have jobs to do, right?”
there’s a far awayness in his eyes that you can’t place when you lean in closer. feet tucked under your knees, you’re trailing your hand up rick’s thigh towards the tent in his pants.
“you wanna fuck my mouth?”
“why’re you doin’ this?”
when he iterates your name, you consider backing down but then you remember okafor’s promise and how truly repressed this man seemed.
“it’s been a while hasn’t it.”
rick squirms. he doesn’t mean to but it’s a question not many people have the balls to ask him and he didn’t expect it from you of all people. he tries to block whatever memories are bubbling in response and busies himself with taking in the view of your parted lips.
“you don’t have to say anything, just relax,” you coo, shoving him back slightly.
looking down at you, rick doesn’t know what he has to gain from saying no at this point. rick huffs as you approach his erection but he doesn’t object.
his waistband falls with your fingers and you’re faced with the massive length you’d been worrying about. ever since you first saw rick’s bulge, you were brainstorming how you’d even fit him inside your taut walls, much less inside of your mouth.
starting slow, you begin at the base and kitten lick up to the top. rick’s groans give him away immediately. how can he hide how repressed he is with a cock as hard as rocks?
at the top of him, you’re laving his cockhead in your mouth. “i’ve never been with anyone this big,” you admit for the potential ego boost - even though it’s one hundred percent true. rick has a fucking horse cock if you’ve ever seen one.
your hand is working overtime with everything you can’t fit into your mouth at first. rick exhales hoarsely at the wet heat of your mouth devouring him. he hasn’t had a mouth on him in so long. your tight, warm lips wrap around his dick and you swallow around him.
his self control is rusty so he curses when he bucks into your face, stalling his hips only for you to pick up your pace. he wants to pull you off when he feels like he’s about to cum down your tight airway which is crammed full of his cock.
at the first feeling of that telltale twitch against your tongue, you prepare to do your part to keep rick’s nice leather couch clean and swallow everything he’s been holding back.
popping off of him, you look back up at him and grant a toothy smile. his eyes are lurid and clouded with what you only assume is lust. you’re not prepared for his rough grip to drag you onto the surface and into his lap.
the green cargo mini skirt you were wearing falls down your legs and lands somewhere on the wood paneled floor. the moment after you wipe your mouth with a tight fitting sleeve, rick captures your mouth. slightly taken aback, you moan into the man, squirming borderline uncontrollably on top of him as he pulls your top over your head.
his sturdy fingertips ghost across up your waist to your breast. with one robust squeeze as a warning, he assaults your heaving chest with his flesh hand and bruises your collarbone with something between a kiss and a mini-puncture wound. the proesthetic invades your panties and teases your labia, eliciting a needy hum from you.
his horse cock makes itself known again against the front of your pale pink panties.
fuck, how will he fit?
“god, you’re already soakin’ me.”
you get past the feel of his embrace for a moment to glance down only to be greeted with the sight of your swampy lap. how did i do that? you ponder.
“i wanna feel you on my cock, sweetheart. is that something you can do to help me relax?”
you grin. “i’m glad you asked.” you feel a renewed tingle downstairs. “why don’t you see how i take your fingers first?”
a smirk forms on his face. “probably should.” and then he’s reaching between the two of you to prod a finger at your dripping mound.
a deft finger drives into you. you’re expecting another one but as you lazily rest your head on his clothed shoulder, you just whine. the finger inside of you curls and unfurls, stretching you out without the addition of another digit. just the way his fingers drags along your walls has you twisting on top of him.
“you’re really wet for a girl who came over to talk about maps.”
you don’t comment, just cant your hips and beg for another finger. he obliges.
the calculated sensation has you forgetting what he’s talking about, forgetting about your plan. that rhythm he’s adopted speeds up once you make eye contact with rick.
“one more?” he questions.
you nod furiously. “another!”
rick doesn’t delay and the floor drops out from under once you feel a tongue on your quiveting lower lips.
“rick!” you gasp as his fingers and tongue work in unison to squeeze every naughty little noise out of you.
the soldier doesn’t speak; he just laps up your pussy like it was an order.
you come all over his face.
“sorr-,” you’re shut up by a wet finger in your mouth.
“that’s it.”
the no longer meek man trains his eyes on you as you suck his finger clean. through half lidded eyes, you watch his pupils dilate into fully lust blown orbs. devoid of the bright blue you’d seen before, rick’s stare only shifts when he’s shifting you on top of him.
“is it going to fit?” you don’t even realize that your thoughts are materializing out loud.
the officer snorts. “never had a problem before.”
the initial stretch is challenging. your breath is caught in your throat and you’re almost asking the man beneath you to slow down but he’s already inching in at an excruciatingly stable rate.
fuck, you’re reconsidering this. you curse your lieutenant colonel for acting like this whole song and dance was easy. figures. okafor isn’t the one getting stretched out on an eight inch cock.
at the sound of your whines, rick places a kiss on the top of your forehead. “doin’ so good for me,” rick praises. “so tight.”
i know, i feel you tearing me open you want to rasp but you just try to settle into the feeling. you adjust your position, tilting enough for rick to take a renewed interest in your ass. a firm hand plants itself on your flesh in an attempt to leverage you closer.
“almost there,” he grunts and continues pushing through your clinging canal, through the thick rings of muscle that grip his cock so tightly.
momentarily, you slump against the soldier. yeah, you’d been running around the base in hopes of attracting rick’s attention but your exercise routine was no match for the man with a brick between his legs.
once he’s sheathed inside of you, rick reaches down to toy with your clit. you mutter a soft curse. the sensation picks up and you’re faced with not just feeling full but fully stimulated as well. each drag against your sensitive bundle of nerves has you whimpering into rick.
drives into you become harsher. the impact feels less like a truck and more like a commanding officer. an arm is wrapped around you to keep your position steady on top of okafor’s new favorite soldier. the same one who seems to be hitting the right spot every time he moves you up and down his length.
your hands reach for his graying chestnut hair. they find purchase while rick rocks into you. the urge to complain that his shirt is on exits once a familiar pressure mounts inside of you.
“fuck, you’re squeezin’ me.”
“mhmm,” you expire into his neck, nuzzling into him when he presses fingernails into your sides and lifts and lowers you like his own personal stress relief toy.
you can’t be bothered to care. you’re getting what you want out of this: a reward and a release.
pleasure is just radiating throughout your core again. whatever pain had you speechless earlier has evolved into an ecstasy that has you babbling. rick just keeps a hand on the small of your back and carries on pouring himself into you - into your tight little canal, back and forth, in and out.
“rick,” you’re mewling.
the man can’t be bothered to plant a hand pleasurably on your pussy or respond to your cries, so you complain a little louder.
“want you to cum in me.” you stutter into the pillowcase.
“don’t think you want that,” rick demurely admits.
“no,” you argue between pants. “i’m on the shot they have here. i want you to fill me up.”
rick utters a curse into your neck, pouring himself into you so swiftly you’re surprised. just like you asked, he pumps his hips leisurely into your soaked cunt. you wince at the sound of a squelch. hopefully rick doesn’t care too much about having to clean his sofa.
neither of you are expecting the noise you make when rick untangles himself from you. you’re too tired to have shame and simply sink back into the ductile pillows. your head swivels over slowly to find rick watching your chest fall up and down unevenly.
laying beside the man, you can’t help but feel accomplished. for once, the soldier is sporting a blissed out look on his face instead of a scowl or thousand yard stare. but as he slings an arm around you and tugs you closer to his sweltering, sweaty body, you can’t help but feel guilty - manipulative even.
mission accomplished, but at what cost?
pt. 2
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daryl wasn’t one to fuck a girl on his motorcycle, yet here he was. letting you bounce on his cock while a cigarette hung off his lips.
“‘atta girl,” he praised you, a hand roughly gripping your ass as you slid up and down his thick length. his other hand was taking the cancer stick from his lips and puffing the smoke out, clouding your vision temporarily.
you ceased your movements just to snatch the cig from daryl’s fingers and bring it up to your parted, panting mouth.
“did i tell ya ta stop?” daryl grumbled. this time he placed both hands on either side of your hips and thrusted up into you, vehemence in his mannerism. a whine sneaked past your lips which hugged loosely around the cigarette, while daryl proceeded to jostle his hips against yours.
you took a hurried hit from the cigarette and offered it back to daryl. he caught it in his grasp but before tucking it back between his teeth, he smashed his lips onto your own, the menthol on your tongue a lingering taste on his own. yours bodies pressed together, the stifled cries of pleasure vibrating into daryl’s hot mouth as he steered your hips, plowing himself into you.
it was like a scene from steamy romance film — a careless woman unable to resist her intriguing biker-archer loverboy with a somewhat cloak-and-dagger personality, so she decides that seducing him in the middle of the night on his motorcycle is the right approach to her longing. unironically you probably had watched a movie similar to that back in the day; you lived for anything to do with passionate romance in literature and film.
and now, your lust for passion manifested into this moment, with your core hugging around daryl dixon’s throbbing cock that was pounding into you, while you were rocking on top of his sleek leather cushioned bike.
daryl’s hands kept their place on your hips, which you were certain would end up leaving marks on your skin. but that didn’t concern you, because the way the archer was ramming his cock into that precious spot in your sopping cunt made you high. so fucking high off his cock.
your tits bounced with each thrust of his hips underneath you. the cig was dangling from your mouth, the spark in it slowly starting to die due to lack of use. daryl noticed and swiftly took it from your mouth, placing it in his own, all the while his assault on your yearning hole quickened and became harsher. he couldn’t help but reach a hand up to your breast, fondling the hardened bud with his fingertips while kneading the flesh with his palm.
all of the stimulation was becoming overwhelming. “unhh, dar, gonna cum,” you whined, your upper body losing its strength. your shaky hands anchored your body by grabbing a hold of his stiff and broad shoulders. in your fucked out state you finally gave in and fully collapsed your weight into him, tits pressing against his hard chest as he bouced your bruised hips on his large cock.
daryl grunted with each thrust, the intensity of his pace escalating. your throbbing clit rubbed against his pubic bone, sending waves of pleasure coarsing through your blood. eventually daryl pulled you steadily by the hair, lifting you off his chest, “need ta see yer face,” he rasped, husky voice leaving you even more of a crumbling mess.
you bit your lip and gripped daryl’s shoulders to steady yourself and ultimately keep you from cumming right then. he took notice in your desperate fucked out state and slowed his thrusts. the cigarette in his mouth was almost down to a nub, so he took one last puff and let the smoke bombard both of your glistening bodies, then tossed it to the ground.
“i gotcha. ‘m gonna—“ he released a heaving groan, his voice giving out from the way your tight walls clenched around him. “‘m gonna fuckin’ cum in ya if ya don’ stop tha’”
your mind was hazy, legs trembling around his waist, ready to release yourself onto his bulging member that greedily fucked your hole.
“please, daryl!” your eyes brimming with tears, the sensations swallowing you whole. sweat dripped from the bangs that hung over his eyes, and under the dim glow of the firepit you could see in his eyes that he was ready for release.
daryl brought a hand down to pinch your clit. “go ‘head, cum f’me ya dirty girl.” and that was all you needed to hear in order to spill out all over his cock, making a wet mess in his lap. his hand reached back to your mouth, muffling your whimpers to ensure no walkers would barge in on the lewd scene you two were creating. soon he pulled your slick folds off his cock so that he could release his load onto your stomach.
the two of you were a sweating huffing hot mess. “wow, dixon.” you brushed the sweaty hair away from your face, “didn’t really think you’d actually fuck me on your precious bike.” you slung a leg over the motorcycle, feet hitting the leafy forest floor and bent down to ruffle through your bag for a cloth to wipe your stomach with.
daryl’s eyes followed your body. “couldn’t help it.”
you smirked, knowing you truly won if daryl dixon actually allowed you on his bike, let alone fuck your brains out on it.
hastily he grabbed your hips and forced you back onto his lap, another cigarette already somehow magically lit up in his mouth. “sit down, i ain’t got to hear bout yer day.”
you would call this an ideal evening — one which continued with you blabbering on endlessly while daryl admired your presence and the comfort of your thighs on his lap.
perhaps he’d end up going for a round two later.
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synopsis: you are a 22 year old university student. you were made partners with megumi fushiguro in which the both of you have to work together for two hours everyday for a week. you couldn’t do the two hours at your place so you both settled for his. the only problem was his incredibly attractive dad, and the eyes he made at you. | part 1/2
authors note: this is my first ever post, i’m quite new to this but i hope you enjoy anyways!
you were only supposed to be around for a couple hours, two max, but you couldn’t bring it within yourself to leave. megumi was clearly tired of your presence, having done the required 2 hours for the day for the project the both of you were assigned an hour and a half ago, you didn’t really care about the glares he was giving you though. the sweet and somewhat seductive eyes that his dad, toji, was giving you as you initiated conversation with him made up for megumi’s unwanted glares.
looking down at your watch, you bite down on your lip, realising that you were now pushing how long you could actually stay past the two hour mark. “thank you… for the fruit.” you smile at the man as he leans back against the chair. “leaving so soon?” he questions as you push yourself off of the chair, grabbing the bag you had left leaning against the wall. “i’ll walk you out!” megumi also stands up as he ushers you towards the door.
the initial idea was for the two of you to finish this project at his place, but he was currently getting it renovated so you had to do it at his fathers home, the place he was crashing at while his renovations finished. you refused to do it at your own place, you didn’t want megumi to start complaining about the smell from your cats food and litter box so you both settled on his childhood home.
“what time will you be here tomorrow?” megumi asked as he walked you to the door. “i don’t know, maybe 4:30?” you replied, slipping on your shoes as he gave you a quick nod before waving goodbye and shutting the door. you were pretty sure he just wanted you out of there so that he could go back to his room and do whatever he was doing before you had gotten there. still, you were pretty bummed you had to wait until the very next afternoon to see his dad.
the one who had you clenching your thighs together under the table as you listened to the way his laugh twisted his scarred lips upwards. you found him incredibly attractive, everything about him made your stomach feel like it folded into itself with butterflies. it had only been the third day of your assigned project and you had already touched yourself to the thought of him, imagining your fingers as his. even though you were the only one who knew that you were having these thoughts, you felt incredibly embarrassed.
still you couldn’t help but go home and do it all over again, muffling your moans with your pillow as you bit down on it while imagining that it was toji who was ramming into you.
you sat beside megumi, trying your hardest to focus on explaining your thought process but stumbling on your words as his phone continued to buzz against the wooden surface of the table. “shouldn’t you check that?” you drop your pen as he sighs and picks up the phone call. “i’ll be right back…” he tells you before asking into the device ‘what do you want yuji?’
rolling your eyes, you turn back to reading the little sentence you had written under the large paragraph you had written as a duo just to make sure you hadn’t written complete gibberish. as you got to the end of the sentence, toji walked in with a woman behind him. she was giggling at whatever he had said before they had entered the room.
“oh, y/n you’re here. this is my neighbour.” he introduces the woman behind him as you greet her and watch as the two of them head behind you towards the kitchen. he hands her a small bowl that he had filled with either sugar or salt, you couldn’t tell, as she thanks him with a wide smile. he said a few things to her which you couldn’t quite make out, she responded with a loud laugh and her hand slowly stroking his bicep.
you couldn’t help but feel jealous at her interaction with him, watching him walk her to the door as he shut the door behind her. megumi still hadn’t come back by the time toji saw the woman out.
“where’s megumi?”
“taking a phone call.” you shrug as he crosses his arms and looks down at the progress you had made. “how is it going, sweetheart?” he questions as he takes the seat beside you. you bit your bottom lip at the nickname before smiling and nodding your head. “yeah, it’s going good. we should be done by the deadline.” you say, clearing your throat from any nervous undertones.
as he spoke to you, you didn’t realise that your eyes were subconsciously travelling down as they landed on his legs which were currently spread out. toji seemed to have noticed that you were distracted since he had leaned in with a smirk, catching your eyes with his. “my eyes are up here, darling.” he said, his voice low and seductive. you squeeze your thighs together and look away from him before mumbling a quick sorry.
megumi walked back in, his face twisted with irritation. he had obviously received bad news. “uh, megumi we can finish all this off tomorrow. ill see you.” you said as you got up and grabbed your bag from the same spot you had left it in, against the wall. “i’ll walk you out.” toji offered as he followed behind you to the door. you felt awkward as you slipped your shoes on, toji just staring at you as you tied your shoelaces below him.
“how will you get home?” toji questioned as you got back up. “i’ll probably walk home.” you shrug as he shakes his head and slips his own shoes on. “a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking home alone while its this dark outside.” he says. “oh you really don’t have to mr fushiguro.” you frantically wave your hands. you didn’t feel like you’d be able to formulate proper sentences if you spent anymore time with him, especially not after he called you a pretty girl.
“nonsense. now lets go.”
his care keys jingled in the ignition as he pulled out of his parking spot, you had already given him your address. the first three minutes of the drive were completely silent as you stared out the window. “so, you got a boyfriend?” was the first thing he asked to break the silence. “uh.. no, not yet. what about you?” you asked, immediately trying to correct your setence. he cut you off with a laugh, finding it cute that you were trying so hard to correct yourself.
“my wife passed away during child birth and i haven’t really tried to get myself out there since.” he responded to your question. you felt your muscles tug your lips into a smile as his response, knowing that he was completely free and available. of course you didn’t have intentions to start anything with him, he was your classmates father for godsake, but the fact that he wasn’t with another woman made you incredibly happy.
“do you like megumi?” he asks causing your head to snap in his direction. “megumi? you’ve got to be kidding. no offence, mr fushiguro, but your son is not the most fun to be around.” you laugh as he nods. “then what is it you want from him? these past few days you’ve spent more time at my house than you should. what are you after?” he questioned as he stopped at a red light, turning his head to look at you. you didn’t answer him, truthfully no words came to your mind.
“i’m sorry… i-i don’t quite understand?” you stutter as a nervous laugh leaves the barriers that your lips created. he didn’t elaborate or continue his sentence, he just stared at you in complete silence. his eyes were dark, and there was a hint of another element within them but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly. the light turns green and he turns back to look at the road before resuming.
you felt like you couldn’t breathe. toji’s scent filled your nostrils and it was absolutely intoxicating. the way he leaned in to examine your confused and flustered expression replayed in your mind as you couldn’t help but purse your lips into a thin line as you turned your entire torso to stare outside the window. it was obvious to you now that toji knew, or had a hint, of how you felt.
he parked the car and turned to look at you once more. “thank you for the ride, mr fushiguro.” you force a smile. before you could get out of the car, he grabs ahold of your wrist forcing to sit back. “you didn’t answer my question, y/n.” the way your name rolled off of his tongue sent shivers up and down your arms as his eyes didn’t waver from yours. “well..?” he continued after no response from you.
“uh… i don’t want anything from him.. i promise.” you nod as you talk. he lets go of your wrist as a smile graces his lips. “i’m just kidding, sweetheart. come, let me walk you up to your apartment.”
“oh no, you really don’t have to do that!”
“i insist.”
you let toji walk you up. the walk to the complex, the elevator ride and the walk to the door were all in complete silence. you didn’t feel awkward, but you did feel tense. as you unlock the door, you look up at him with a smile. “thank you, again. ill see you tomorrow.” he leans down to your height, a frown on his face. “not going to invite me in?” he questions, a playful smile forming as he talks. “o-oh, right. would you like to come in? for tea?” you ask, holding the door open.
you didn’t realise he wanted to come in. it was late, 10:42 pm to be exact, and he definitely had to go to work tomorrow. so why was he now walking into your apartment, his hands shoved into his pockets?
as you shut and lock the door, the sound of his footsteps stop after only a few steps. you turn around cautiously, feeling nervous with the man you had masterbated to twice in a row now walking around in your apartment. “so, what would you like to drink?” you questioned, almost forgetting that you had offered him tea. he doesn’t answer and instead takes a step closer to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear ‘i see the way you look at me.’
“what?” you manage to whisper yell back as his breath hits the nape of your neck. “do you like me, y/n?” he questioned, using your name in a sentence once more. toji somehow knew exactly how to fluster you with just a few words and you mentally cursed yourself for letting the man fluster you. “i don’t understand…” you mumble as his hand slowly travels to your waist, his fingertips lightly grazing the thin piece of clothing lying between his finger and your skin.
“i asked a simple question, do you like me? yes or no? if not, we can forget about all of this and i’ll go home… but i don’t think that’ll be the case.” he says into your ear once more, your thighs clenched together. “mr fushiguro..” you bite down on your lip as he moves strands of your hair away from your neck. “tell me and i’ll stop.” he says, the soft feeling of his lip on your nape sending a cold and sensual feeling up your back.
‘holy shit is this really happening?!’ your mind raced with thoughts as you placed your hands on his chest, not pushing him away but instead clutching his black shirt as his lips danced across your collarbone and up your neck. his hands naturally found their way up your shirt as he gently pushed you back until your back hit the door. his hands slowly moved down your body and stopped when they came to your nether region.
his fingers slowly massaged your clothed clit as you tried your hardest not to move your hips along with them only to end up failing as a moan escaped your lips. “already so needy?” he chuckled as he pulled away from your neck and got down on his knees. your eyes widened once you saw him slowly descend, his eyes only focussing on his fingers moving back and forth.
“you’re already this wet and i haven’t even done anything.” he scoffed before removing his fingers, causing you to quietly whine. “mr fushiguro, you really… don’t have to do this.” you bite your bottom lip, a little part of you was scared he was going to agree and just leave you there hot and bothered. you sigh of relief after he shakes his head and begins to remove your trousers and then your underwear.
without a second thought, he sticks his tongue out and begins to hungrily eat you out, his eyes closed. moan after moan left your lips and you tried to muffle the sounds due to the both of you being right at the door where your neighbours could probably hear you. his fingers grip on your ass until you let out an audible moan for him to hear.
“i-i think i’m gonna-“ you manage out, and before you could reach your release, he pulls away and gets up, wiping the corners of his lips. he had a smirk on his face as he stared down at you, lust defining his eyes. “why..?” you whine as he grabs ahold of your jaw. “you didn’t think we were going to go all the way did you?” he scoffed out a laugh as you pout up at him.
“no, sweetheart, i need you wanting more.”
his words made your entire body grow cold with sheer desire biting at you. you wanted him inside of you but all you could do in the moment was watch as he leaned down to pull your underwear and trousers up from around your knees before pulling you away from the door. “i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n. take care of yourself for me.” he licked his lips and pointed down at your trousers before walking out the door, his hands shoved into his pockets.
!! part 2 coming soon !!
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