warnings: oral (ryland receiving), fingering, afab!ryland, squirting. i guess that’s it, lol. it’s smut. idk how many words, i didn’t count. first time writing smut tho, sorry it’s inaccurate :3. enjoy!!
she stands in that little kitchen they set up (with rocky’s and adrian’s help) drinking from her mug. that play pretend coffee tasting bitter in her tongue as her mind wanders. moving from the kitchen to the window, she watches ryland take a walk on the beach with rocky. she sighs.
ryland comes back from the hangout with rocky when it’s late afternoon. hair wild and that dopey smile she adored. she watches as he walks inside and moves around like he can’t stand still for long, moving his hands and yapping about plans the eridians had for the waterfall.
he’s so cute, she could eat him up all day. she thinks. or at least she thinks it’s just a thought before she sees how ryland stops and looks at her with those wide baby blues.
“you… uh, what?” he says, stuttering. god.
“what?” she snaps back to reality.
“you said… uh, the thing you said…” he strays.
“what did i said?” she asks back. she knows damn well what she said. but hearing from his lips?
“you said you could… um… *eat me up*…”
he says slowly. almost like testing.
“all day. don’t forget that part.” she says, flat. stating a fact.
“right. y-yeah.” he gulps down dry. he never felt his face burn so bad before.
“would you let me?” she asks. even though she enjoys teasing him, the thought was making her mouth water. and her pussy wet.
“you’re being serious?” he says almost disbelief. like he couldn’t wrap his head around it.
“i’d beg if i have to, ry” she states, walking closer. he was taller, she looks up. head tilted. smirk. eyes full of want and burning desire.
she sees how he swallows dry again. what a cutie.
that was all that take to convince ryland to lay down in the bed and strip from his clothes. slowly, helping him. hovering over him, covering his neck with wet kisses and loving bites. getting lower, kissing down his chest, caressing and touching every part of his body with hands and lips, enjoying how he shivered and moaned so soft for her.
“so pretty, baby” she whispers against his skin as she’s granted with a whimper from his lips.
she kisses lower and lower before she works with his pants, slowly pulling it down. eyes locked on his face: pink cheeks, mouth open letting out those delicious noises, hazy eyes, crooked glasses and hair disheveled.
“i’ve been dying for this.” she confesses as she takes off his pants completely, letting him lay under her only in his underwear.
“been dreaming about it. getting my mouth on you… fuck, ry. you’re gonna let me do it, yeah? please?” and there comes the begging, the pleading, the desperation in her voice.
“if-if you want to… yeah.” he says, nervous. endearing even. as if he was unsure if she wanted this. as if it didn’t made her jaw hurt from how much saliva she produced when she thought about it. and that wet spot on his boxers? it denounces the evidence of how much he must thought about it too.
she doesn’t waste more time then. taking off his boxers, white plain, down his smooth covered in blond hairs legs, tossing it somewhere. her hands finds its place on his thighs, presenting himself for her that feels like she’s face to face to paradise.
his pussy were so pretty. covered in blond hairs as well, plushy folds, pink in the right places, entrance and engorged big clit throbbing. and so, so wet. soaked. she licks her lips only before she leans down, hands spreading him open enough so she could slid herself between his legs and go to town like a desperate thirsty woman.
she licks from his entrance to his clit, moaning at his taste. wrapping her lips around his clit as her tongue lapped his entrance, tasting more of his arousal. she can’t help but hum again, like if her life was finally complete. restless about it, she devours his pussy, taking her sweet time.
ryland trembles, moans incredibly loud with bucking hips and trembling legs around her head. he looks down, leaning back against his elbows. in that moment, she looks up, locking eyes with him.
“taste so fucking good, baby” she whispers against his wet folds, nonstop. she wraps her lips around his clit again, suckling on it hard before letting it go with a pop. he shudders at this. no words coming from this mouth was exactly what she wanted from him. making him so drunk and dizzy from pleasure he’d forget how to speak those big words his big beautiful brain knew.
her tongue thrusts into his entrance, fucking him with her wet muscle. she smirks when she feels him clenching around it. she kisses his clit as one hand leaves his leg to shot up on his face, forcing two fingers inside his mouth, making him suck and wet them.
once she’s satisfied with how soaked in his saliva, she brings it down again. she leans back enough to watch his expression with a reassuring smile before she locks her gaze in his pussy again. two fingers slowly forces their way inside him and she couldn’t help but moan again. his tight wet hole sucking her fingers in, soaking them, clenching and so damn eager to be fucked. she keeps pushing as her lips kisses his inner thigh.
“so tight around me, honey. feels so good.” she whispers again with a smile, opening him up with her fingers.
ryland throws his head back, moaning loud with a whine. she loved seeing his wrecked reactions. then she leans down, mouth sucking nonstop on his clit as she fingers him knuckles deep, hard. twisting her fingers to make the tips of them massage his walls, finding that sweet little spot.
he melts at it. leaning back down on the bed, moaning needy nonstop as his back arched. hips bucking again. lost in the haze of the hot white pleasure she was giving him. she doesn’t stop her movements when she feels him clenching around her fingers. he’s so close. and there’s nothing else in that galaxy she’d want more than make him come.
“gonna cum for me, baby? can feel this tight little pussy throbbing for me.” she speaks looking at his flushed face. only mumbles and incoherent works coming out his mouth. his body spasming with the promise of coming. oh, he knows it’s gonna be hard and devastating.
she laughs softly at the squelching sounds that comes out of his soaking wet pussy and now she had a bigger mission than to make him come: make him squirt. so she does, fingertips abusing that spot inside him nonstop as she professed compliments and encouraging words.
“yeah, that’s it. gonna make you squirt, baby. let go for me, don’t hold back” she talks him through it, making sure he listened to at least the most important commands.
“i-im… gonna cum-“ he mumbles with slurred words as his body trembles and he finally relax enough to let go. he lets out a delicious pornographic moan, back arching and legs shaking as his pussy clenches and throbs around his fingers and his clit jumps under her wet tongue, squirting over her fingers and chin. she doesn’t stop, never does, fucking him through that earth shattering pleasure.
her tongue licks his throbbing clit as her fingers slow down after his body falls into bed, completely boneless. her tongue replaces his fingers in his leaking hole, cleaning him up and drinking him down.
that must be more addictive than any drug on earth. or erid. or anywhere else.
she leans back and up, smiling down at his completely destroyed body. her hands soothe his thighs down, letting them close again. she caress his soft skin in her way up, kissing and whispering reassurances, already thinking about making him fall apart on her fingers and tongue again soon.
she thinks about that strap-on she had somewhere lost in their things. well, she meant when she said she could eat him up all day. maybe fuck him too.
Tags: established relationship, Colt has a filthy mouth, needy Colt, handsy Colt, porn with like a sprinkle of plot
Author’s note: you all told me to watch this and now you must deal with the fall out. Just had to get this out of my system 💀 anyway enjoy everyone’s favorite yappy, sappy, golden retriever guy. Title is from the Moose Blood song.
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There were a lot of parts of Colt’s schedule that were hard. Early mornings, late nights, far away shoots for weeks at a time, but thankfully, he came back to you every weekend. As soon as they called wrap on Friday, he ran back to wherever you were, which was usually on his couch waiting with his favorite food and a movie queued up. This Friday was no different. Thankfully, he currently had two back to back movies in LA, which meant months of uninterrupted date nights. No delayed flights or bad weather could keep him from falling into your arms at the end of every week.
Your heart sped up when you heard his truck rumble into the driveway, and you waited in the doorway with your arms crossed, grinning wildly at the way he hopped out and jogged so confidently up the path.
“Hey hot stuff,” he smiled, scanning the length of you as he put his arm above your head, boxing you in for a deep kiss against the door.
You groaned into his mouth, fisting the side of his shirt a bit while he went in to palm your ass through the thin grey pajama pants.
“Slow down,” you laughed while he playfully peppered your jaw with kisses and licked a messy line up your neck.
“Mine,” he grumbled mischievously into the crook of your neck and planted one last kiss before following you inside.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” His arms were draped around your neck as he waddled impossibly close behind you, pressing into your back, smelling like sweat and smoke.
“Dim sum,” you gestured at the spread of white boxes on the table with packets of sauce and chopsticks filling the empty spaces. “And I believe we were on Fast Five?”
Colt had suggested several months ago that you watch through the Fast and Furious franchise together. A lot of it was cringy, but it had also been special to see where some of his interest for stunt driving started to take shape.
“You are too good to me. Ten minute shower and I’ll be right there next to you,” he promised as he leaned against the couch to unlace his boots.
“I can’t promise there will be any bao left in ten minutes,” you sing-songed at him, rounding the corner of the sectional and seating yourself in the corner before picking up a pair of chopsticks.
“Unless you want me stinky tonight.” He flipped onto the sofa easily with one arm and grabbed at the pork bun, but you lifted it out of reach.
“Go shower,” you swatted at him, taking a bite and groaning at the flavor.
He kissed your cheek before swinging back over and heading down the hall. Eight and a half minutes later, Colt was sitting next to you again, thigh pressed to yours and broad shoulder invading your space as you both picked at the food on the table in front of you, but you didn’t mind one bit. He liked to be close whether it was cuddling while you sleep or holding hands on a walk or pressing you to his chest when you were on top so he could take in every part of you while he hammered into you from beneath. Wide palms gripping at your thighs and back so there was no space between your bodies.
It was hard not to think about that when he was shirtless with a pair of black joggers sitting low on his hips. His hair was drying crazy with no product to tame it, spilling over his eyes as he pointed out some of the driving moves on screen. He was impossible not to stare at. Even more than a year in, being next to him filled you with butterflies because he was just so vibrant, so electric, so Colt. There was no one like him.
“I’m stuffed,” he announced, pushing the table back and settling against a pillow. He liked to stretch out on one side of the sectional, while you took the other laying in an L shape. Your head fit perfectly on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm snug around you, anchored at your hip. His thumb would absentmindedly rub against the stripe of skin exposed from where your sleep shirt bunched up. He was always warm, bordering on hot, and you theorized it’s because he had so much pent up energy inside that sitting still made him buzz.
“Ooh, watch this. I get to do a barrel roll like that next week,” he pointed at the screen. You could feel his heart quicken as explosions and flipping cars filled the screen. You loved that he loved his job so much even if it made your stomach turn to visit him on set. The first time had almost made you lose your lunch when you saw him willingly jump off a higher than high platform and into a deep pool of water until his hand surfaced first with a thumbs up. Next came his head with a wide grin as he shook water from his hair much like the golden retriever your family had as a kid. He winked at you in the middle of the director making some suggestions as she checked the film.
“Again?” He asked excitedly.
Colt only asked you a few times after that first visit. He could tell how much it worried you to see him in action, but of course you said yes when he asked, because you could see how excited he was to show off for you. Truthfully, it was hot if you could get past the dread. You always insisted on looking him over in his trailer after, running your hands over his ribs and taking him into his mouth while he fisted your hair.
“You should come watch,” he teased, pinching your hip a little and bringing you back to the present.
“Hmmm I’ll consider it,” you turned your head to look him in the eyes, wrinkling your nose at him which drew a rumbly laugh through his chest.
“You’re cute when you worry.”
“And you’re cute when you’re alive,” you turned your head back to the screen, settling deeper into the hold of his arm. Your hands snaked around his bicep and he flexed it a bit, pulling you closer. It was barely nine o’clock, but the stress of the week was catching up to your body. Something about being in Colt’s arms always made you relax. Tension started melting away in the safety of his embrace, and you began to nod off. For someone always on the move, Colt found it impossible not to slow down for you. He noticed the soft snores escaping your lips, and grabbed the remote to turn the movie volume down. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and rested his cheek against it in an embrace, heart softening at the simplicity of it all.
Content to watch the rest of the movie before heading to bed, he propped his left hand behind his head and shifted his focus back and forth from the screen to the girl he loved pressed against his arm. He tucked his fingers under the waistband of your sweats and splayed them against the warmth of your skin. It made something switch on inside of him. A hunger he had to repress when he was far from you, but you looked so beautiful like this. No make up, no nice work clothes, just clean skin and an old tee shirt of his hugging your body. It wasn’t his fault that his cock started to twitch when he thought about what your body looked like under that shirt, under him completely.
Colt swallowed thickly and waited out the last few scenes of the movie, feeling guilty about potentially waking you, but reminding himself that you were free to sleep in tomorrow. When the screen turned black, he switched the tv off and turned himself further towards you. He took greedy handfuls of your hip, groaning in a tortured way in your ear.
You stirred from the touch, humming softly on the edge of sleep.
“Hey pretty girl,” his voice was low. He brushed hair back behind your ear and pressed scruffy kisses to your jaw. You hummed again and turned to meet his mouth. The kisses were messy, and the tension registered as electric as soon as you were fully awake.
“Couldn’t wait any longer,” he whined between kisses. “Not with your tits all pressed against me. And all this,” he took a handful of your ass and jiggled it, growling and nipping at your throat.
“Missed you,” your voice was heavy with sleep as you loosened your grip on his arm and turned to your back.
Colt didn’t waste a second. He swung his legs over your hips and settled his weight against your pelvis. His cock was pressed against your thigh where it sat heavy in his joggers, aching for you, for this.
His hands lifted your shirt up to your neck so he could knead the flesh of your breasts with both hands. He pinched both nipples and leaned down to press his tongue against the right one, sucking it into his mouth and groaning into your skin while his other hand continued to work your other nipple. You squirmed beneath him, reaching to stroke his shaft through the fabric of his pants, rubbing your thumb over the tip where it had already begun to leak precum.
“‘M’not gonna make it to the bed,” he whined while you rubbed his length.
“You can fuck me right here, baby,” your voice was gravelly from sleep still.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he took a second to suck on your left nipple, the roughness of his beard scratching the tender skin. He pulled away quickly to tug your shirt the rest of the way off your head, fully exposing your torso to him. His hands ran down the sides of your ribs, taking pleasure in the softness of your skin before he reached your hips, dipping his hands beneath your waistband once more to drag your pants down. You lifted your ass up and kicked your feet to fully free your legs, and he hitched your right thigh up over his hip so he could get a better look at the shining desire already gathering. He slipped two fingers into the wetness and pumped them into you easily.
“Fuuuuuck,” he breathed out. “All this for me, baby?”
You continued to stroke his cock with one hand, and raised your other to cradle his cheek and tug firmly at his hair. “I told you I missed you,” you breathed out.
He turned his mouth to press a kiss to your palm, impossibly tender while he was knuckle deep in your cunt. “Your pussy feels so good already. Been dreaming about this,” he fucked his hand into you faster, reaching his thumb up to roughly rub your aching clit. His other hand played with your nipples till the pressure built quickly. Colt could feel you start to tighten around his fingers, and he quickened his pace.
“Time for number one already?” He asked cockily, smirking down at you while you tried to keep your composure.
“Still keeping count?” You quipped, but your breasts were heaving as your heart raced. Sweat coated your body already.
“You know I want to beat my high score,” he leaned down and shoved his tongue in your gaping mouth. You moaned against his mouth, taking his bottom lip between your teeth.
“Come for me, baby,” he whined, “I wanna feel you.”
His eyes locked with yours as he kept his dizzying pace, watching your eyes go wide as you rode out your first orgasm on his fingers. “Shit, Colt,” you gasped, whining as you tightened around him.
“Yeeeeaaaahhhh, that’s my fucking girl,” he grunted through gritted teeth as he fucked you with his fingers until your walls relaxed again. “God you moan so pretty,” he pulled his fingers from inside you and licked them clean.
He scooted himself down on the couch and went straight into licking up the rest of the mess he had made. He pressed kisses to your thighs and licked deep inside of your still sensitive hole, groaning obscenely at the taste. Your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly as he worked you with his tongue, paying special attention to your clit and licking it roughly until your thighs were trembling around his thick neck. His shoulders were so broad as they hooked your legs open and you were mesmerized at the sight.
“Colt,” you gasped.
“I can take another one, baby,” he mumbled, still nose deep in your pussy.
One of his hands reached up to squeeze your nipple again and you were soon careening over the edge again. You wondered if this part of the thrill was why he did what he did every day.
“Babe,” you whined long and loud as you quivered against his tongue.
“Fuck!” He almost shouted as you spasmed around him, legs shaking so badly you couldn’t stand if your life depended on it.
“Please fuck me,” you gasped, back arching from the heat where he had touched you.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck that pussy, baby,” he laughed, pulling his pants down and letting his cock finally spring free. The head glistened in the warm light of his living room, and you reached to feel it bare on your skin, stroking it quickly.
His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned his head back. “Your hand feels so much better than mine.”
“My mouth feels even better,” you proposed, cocking an eyebrow.
“Tomorrow,” he groaned. “Because if you do that now, I’ll blow a load down your throat, and what a waste that would be.” He reached down to rub his fingers through your folds again, and you jumped at the touch.
Colt hitched both of your hips up, slotting himself so he was fucking straight down into you. He buried himself deep, both of you moaning lewdly at the way you fit together.
“Feels so fucking good,” he breathed. His cheeks and chest were flushed, shining with sweat. He tossed his head back to shake his bangs out of his eyes and you reached to grab onto his hips. Every muscle on his torso was taut like he had just finished a workout, and you let yourself enjoy the sight of him fucking himself into you. The slap of skin as his hips met yours. The way your body molded to his, taking him in like a practiced dance.
“I’m so full of you already,” you breathed out. You reached up to hold the back of his neck, locking eyes with him. Colt leaned forward to share a messy kiss.
“Gonna fill you up even more in a minute,” he licked into your mouth while he continued to bury his cock deep inside you, hitting what felt like the very end of yourself. “Right there,” he grunted. “Gonna fill you with cum right there,” his pupils were wide and desperate now. The lines of his neck straining as he tried to hold himself together.
You angled your hips to take him just a bit deeper and his eyes rolled back.
“God damn,” he grunted through gritted teeth. Your whole body was like a bowstring ready to snap. “I’m gonna, I’m,” he stuttered. He groaned so loud the neighbors surely heard as he emptied himself into you. Watching his chest heave and his mouth hang open, watching him come undone was enough to make you come once more. Your thighs trembled violently where they were locked around his waist.
“Yes baby, yes baby, yes baby,” he goaded you on as you spasmed around him one final time.
Colt exhaled deeply, before he pulled out, reaching down to give you a lingering, sweet kiss, his demeanor instantly softer.
“Sorry I woke you,” he murmured against your lips.”
“It’s okay, I had fun,” you smiled.
“I didn’t beat my high score. Let’s play again tomorrow,” he winked as he stood to his full height and stretched his back and arms, chiseled like a god and spent from getting out a week of longing for each other. He reached a hand down for you and pulled you up off the couch, lighting his hand on your bare hip once more.
“You’re staring,” he smiled against your mouth, stealing a quick kiss.
“You’re hot,” you retorted.
“Round two?” He asked eagerly with mischief in his eyes.
“Bed time,” you pushed his chest playfully towards the bathroom.
grace filming a diary entry while reader sucks him off
OH yes absolutely. It’s what he deserves. 18+. Ryland Grace x gn!reader, BJs, a bit of exhibitionism if you squint.
“I-it’s approximately six f-forty-two in Earth time—” Ryland manages, and there’s only a tiny little stutter in his words as he tries to keep ahold of his composure. He’s honestly doing very well. Much better than you thought he would, really, considering how you approached the situation…
He’d just been sitting down to record a video diary when the two of you were sure Rocky was fast asleep. You’d feigned disinterest at joining him, but as soon as he’d clicked the record button, you’d carefully begun to swan over to where he was seated at the computer. Ryland hadn’t noticed at first, but when your knees hit the ground in front of him, his eyes had gone wide in panic, and wider in anticipation when you started to mess with his fly.
When he’d trailed off his sentence your hands stilled on his dick, only to give him one very firm look with an entire dirty idea behind it: don’t stop doing the diary.
So here you are. Giving him head just below camera. And you think the restraint he’s having to show might actually kill him. His cock is in your hand at the moment, slathered in spit and rock-hard, and you’re stroking it with utter glee. His hands sink into the upholstery of his chair with such force that you can see his nails begin to make rips in it. You use a free finger to tap his so that his attention can be drawn to the unregistered reaction, and he balls them into white-knuckled fists instead.
“We are c-currently en route to Adrian to see if we can pick u-uh-uhhhh—”
You’ve started to lave your tongue up and down the thick vein on the underside of his cock. He forces himself back into his chair as if his spine has been superglued to it. Sweat begins to pebble on his forehead; you want to reach up and lick it off.
“Pick up, sorry, pick up the astrophage predator, everything is going smoothly so far…”
You smother a chuckle on his dick at that. Sure. Going smoothly, as you inch your mouth down him until he’s slowly swallowed up entirely. When you realise he isn’t talking, you glance up only to see he’s entirely focussed on the way your lips look around his shaft. You slap his knee to get him to concentrate.
“…andandand the ship checks are all fine, fuel levels are about what we expected…”
He’s babbling nonsense but it’s good enough for you. You speed up and, as a reward, grab one of his hands - you’re reasonably certain they’re off camera - and let him thread it through your hair. You’re sure the audio must pick up the breathy, fluttery sigh he gives out, but you’re long past caring.
Time to finish this sweet torture. You grab onto his thick thighs and move one of them so it’s slung over your shoulder and you can bury yourself in him properly. Ryland goes with a whoa! but doesn’t object. All he can do is try to babble out something which sounds even remotely like a sentence as his cock hits the back of your throat over and over, thick and hot and hard. His fingers stroke your hair like you’re giving him the most loving blowjob of his life and not like you’re trying to suck him completely dry on camera.
“Doctor Ryland Grace signing o-oh-OH-OHFFF!” he yelps as he fills your mouth with hot ropes of come. He bucks his hips a little so that his cock continues to slide against the soft, sweet plain of your tongue as he rides it out and you swallow every drop.
When you’re sure he’s done and there’s no more to take, you pull off of him with a wet pop and an empty mouth as you gulp loudly. He stares, enraptured, like the whole of his universe has narrowed to one fine point: you.
“We can’t possibly send this back to Earth,” he manages. You shrug.
“They sent us on a suicide mission. What else are we gonna do to distract ourselves?” you ask with a shrug, before leaning into the camera’s field of view properly. “Don’t worry, Stratt, I’m taking good care of him.”
You shoot a thumbs-down and hit save. She’ll have fun explaining that one to the governments of the world, you’re sure.
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Imagine Lars coming up behind you when you're in the kitchen
Tags: it's not smut but it's suggestive, Lars has a boner ou yeah baby. There's not really much. Use of knife for cooking.
Words: it's short, around 700 words
A/N: okay so I hope O got his character right. The way he would talk and act with his girlfriend. Alsas you can see it ends just when it's getting good 😞. But I wrote it at 4 am and I wanted to get off the phone to sleep (I didn't). ALSO this is shit but anyway, I still hope you guys like it. Love y'all <33
Tonight you offered to cook for Karin and Gus to thank them for all the things they did for you and Lars. This month you've been over for breakfast at least 12 times, and let's not talk about dinner. So, this felt like the right thing to do as Karin was so close to giving birth now.
When you started to stay over at Lars apartment, the garage, you were six months into your relationship already. People warned you when you started dating
"He's too shy"
"Get ready to hold hands when you're fourty"
"Honey he's not the one for you"
But you loved Lars since the day you two met, and you were going to make it work, whether they liked it or not.
Now, after a year of dating, he was comfortable enough to hold hands, kiss, cuddle, and even make out. You had to say.. Your sexual encounters weren't mind blowing, but you had to be patient with him and settle for over the clothes stuff.
You were standing in the kitchen, chopping up some onions when you felt someone behind you. His breath on your neck made you jump, almost making you cut yourself
"I'm sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he let out, his voice a little upset that he almost made you harm yourself. You just giggled, it was normal to have accidents in the kitchen, you couldn't stress over it.
"It's okay, love. Just be a little more careful, yeah?" You turned your head to the side so you could see him, behind you, hands clenched into fists, eyes blinking hard. "Come here, gimmie a kiss" you said tapping your cheek with your index finger after laying the knife down on the cutting board.
He took a step towards you though he was already close, he leaned in and took a shaky breath before delivering a quick peck on your cheek.
"Thank you, Lars" You smiled and resumed to chop. "Did you talk to Karin before they went out? You know what time they're coming back"
"Yes." He stated softly, and after a few seconds his hands lifted and landed on your hips. "She said they were coming back at 5PM. So she could have time to make dinner she said. It is now.." He looked at the clock. "3:30PM"
"Mkay, thank you, honey. Do you think they'll like the surprise?" You asked softly, a little nervous.
"Mhmm" He nodded as he buried his nose on the back of your neck. Then whispered. "She's going to be very happy. She's probably going to hug you tight, though you can tell her not to, she's used to it for me"
"It's okay, Lars. I like her hugs, it's funny to hug her with her big belly" you giggled. She loved to give out hugs, 'she's just like that' said Lars moments before he took you to meet her months ago.
Silence filled the room as you kept chopping, one onion down, two more to go. Then you felt it, the slow shift of his body behind you. He shuffled his feet on the ground, eating up the little space left between your body and his. One of his hands stayed on your hip, the other went and wrapped around your waist, squeezing a little because he loved to feel you.
"Clingy today, are we?" You teased him, he whined. Oh? Oh. Everything made sense when he stood fully flushed against you, his hard and throbbing erection poking your ass.
"I'm sorry" he whispered behind you. You didn't respond immediately, instead you tilted your hips a little, pressing your ass against his hips, making him whimper.
"Don't be sorry. Tell me what you need." You said placing the knife on the cutting board once again.
"Please" he whimpered. You shook your head.
"Mmm,, nope. Tell me what you want, Lars. We worked on this, baby. You know it." He whined like a little puppy not being played with.
"I- I want.. I want you. Please"
"What about me"
"Can.. Can.. Can I just press myself against you?" He whispered softly, as if scared someone might hear the profanity coming out of his mouth.
"Of course you can baby. Gonna give me something?" He immediately nodded against your neck.
"Can I touch you? Under.. your clothes, pretty please?" You smiled and nodded, he squeezed your hip.
"Say it." He demanded, making your knees almost give up.
"You can touch me, Lars. Please do"
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Okay so that's about it. Let me know if you guys want me to finish this cause it's been a while since I wrote anything and I need my brain to work somehow
𝜗𝜚 Lars Lindstrom x non religious afab!reader - 2.2k words
𝜗𝜚 Summary: You wake up late on Sunday, so your usual slow morning love-making routine is disturbed and you have to wait until after the service to fuck…
𝜗𝜚 Notes: I wrote this on the spur of the moment when I was overwhelmed with choosing what to write next (this wasn't previously an option) (ADHD). It started as a thought I was going to post about rushing Lars home from church to get him off, but I couldn't stop there (as usual with Lars), so have a short fic!
𝜗𝜚 Content: nsfw, teasing in church, reader is not religious, dirty talk, probably blasphemy?, very mild humiliation, fingering, creampie, kinda getting interrupted but not mid-fuck at least
You smile as you wake, the warm, familiar feeling of Lars’s soft body flush to your back, his cock hard and nestled against your ass as he snores quietly behind you.
You love cosy mornings like this, when it’s cold outside but you’re snuggled with Lars. You can stretch and roll over and kiss him until his lips are swollen and the front of his pyjamas are damp with precum, and then make love to him, slow and deep and intense as he holds onto you like you’re his lifeline.
When you roll over this morning, though, you catch sight of the clock beside the bed and jolt upright.
It’s nine, church starts at nine-thirty, and it’s a ten minute drive into town.
‘Lars, baby, Lars wake up,’ you coo as he blinks his eyes open and smiles up at you.
‘Mmh, good morning… you look so-’
‘Lars, baby, we’re gonna be late for church.’
Despite not being a church-goer yourself, you attend with Lars for the social and communal side of it, to support him since you know how important it is to him. Reverend Bock was welcoming and not pushy at all, which made you all the more eager to join the little church community for your boyfriend.
You know he won’t feel right if he doesn’t go – it’s not just important to him, it’s a routine he’s followed for years, and a change to that routine would mean a very dysregulated Lars.
After rushing around finding the clothes you’d discarded the night before, hurriedly brushing your teeth and combing his hair into place for him (with a cheeky comb of his mustache, too, which never fails to make him smile), you run to his car, slam the doors shut and he speeds off toward town.
You make it just in time, Lars muttering to himself as you find a place to sit, and you’re patient beside him through the service. It feels like an eternity after knowing he woke up hard and leaking and pressed against you, and you’d wanted nothing more than to ride him into next week.
At the end of the first hymn, while everyone takes their seats, you lean in close to whisper, ‘I’m so wet for you right now,’ and watch the way his cheeks glow pink as he sits back down. You place a hand on his thigh when you’re settled back in the pew and feel his sharp intake of breath.
The rest of the service is uncomfortable for Lars to say the least. He’s trying so hard to focus on Reverend Bock’s words, but he can’t stop his mind from drifting off to thoughts of you. Dirty thoughts. Thoughts he really shouldn’t be entertaining while in a place of worship, and he will feel horribly guilty for later. But right now all he can focus on is wanting to slide his hand inside your pants and feel your arousal for himself.
You’re close enough that you can sense the tension coming off Lars and bite your lip, knowing what you’ve done to him.
Mrs Gruner leans over from the row behind you to quietly ask if he’s okay, and you whisper back, ‘Yeah, we just woke up a bit late and rushed to get here. He’s a little flustered, that’s all.’
It’s the truth, after all.
Mrs Gruner however, nods and smiles and sits back with a smirk on her face, eyeing Lars knowingly. You could have said, ‘He’s coming down with something,’ and Mrs Gruner would still see through it.
You glance at Lars. He’s visibly trembling and his forehead is damp.
You take your hand away from his thigh and could swear you heard him whimper.
When Reverend Bock finally brings the service to a close, Lars hurries from the pews like he’s caught on fire, and speeds through his goodbyes to Mrs Gruner and the other regulars while you smile sweetly beside him as though you have all the time in the world.
‘Enjoy the rest of your Sunday,’ Mrs Gruner smiles with that twinkle in her eye, and you smile back, blinking your gaze away.
All the way home, you stoke deliberate, tender shapes into Lars’s thigh. His breathing is heavy, and he doesn’t speak, so neither do you. You just keep touching, keep the contact you know he craves from you all the time, to keep him grounded.
Lars’s car screeches to a stop on the gravel, and after hastily opening the passenger door for you, he marches right into his apartment.
If Karin is watching, she probably thinks you’ve had a fight, but that’s okay. It means she’ll leave you alone long enough that you can have your way with one another uninterrupted.
When you’re both inside, Lars leans back against the door and tries to steady himself with some deep breaths. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he calms himself, sliding off his hat and tugging open the popper fastenings on his coat.
‘A-are you still- wet?’ he breathes, as he hangs his coat up, trying hard to sound casual and unbothered. But he’s so obviously incredibly bothered.
‘I have been since I woke up,’ you nod, biting your lip.
Lars crowds you until you’re on the bed beneath him and his hand is pushing under your clothes, a thick finger slowly fucking into you as he moans at how slick you really are.
‘Oh, I’m so sorry for leaving you like this all morning, having to sit through church so… so-’
‘Painfully horny for you?’ you finish his sentence.
Lars blushes and squeezes his eyes shut, as though fingerfucking you right after church isn’t flustering enough until hearing you say the word horny really tipped the scales.
You grab his sweater and pull him closer to kiss you.
‘What had you so on edge?’ you ask, managing to get the words out, but Lars’s thick fingers are really doing a number on you, alternating between filling you up and curling just right, and massaging your clit with slow, firm fingertips, and your words ultimately dissolve into moans.
‘I couldn’t stop thinking about doing this to you.’ His voice is low, and cracks a little halfway, sending shivers through you. ‘I wanted to touch you like this.. While we were-’
‘Go on,’ you moan, fingers gripping at his arms.
‘While we were in church, I couldn’t hear anything Reverend Bock was saying, I just kept thinking about burying my fingers in you and feeling you- f-feeling you-’
He knows your body well enough to know you’re close, and after a morning of longing for his touch, you begin to unravel, bucking up against his palm as he fucks into you harder and faster.
You clench around his finger, your grip on his sweater tight enough to pull holes in the wool, while wave after wave of pleasure wracks through your body.
Lars kisses you sweetly through the aftershocks of your pleasure, but as soon as you’re coherent, you kick off your pants and push at his chest until you’re on top of him, bringing his hand up to suck his finger clean – a move that still makes him feel as though he could pass out.
Lars is propped up, leaning back against the headboard as you free his throbbing cock.
‘Did you think about this too?’ you ask, wrapping your fingers around him and stroking soft and slow, just how he likes it.
He nods, squeezing his eyes shut.
‘You’re so naughty,’ you smirk, shifting to straddle his waist and guide yourself down onto him, ‘what would the reverend say if he knew you spent the service daydreaming about getting me off…’
You hiss at the delicious stretch and give Lars a moment to adjust.
‘... and about filling me up with your cum?’
Lars’s heart hammers and he’s speechless, the thrill of the guilt he feels turning into a hot pool of pleasure in his core.
‘I’ve wanted to do this since I woke up,’ you breathe, pulling your sweater off to bare yourself to him completely.
‘Y-you don’t have- underwear- church-’ Lars is trying so hard to make sense while he’s buried in you, warm and wet and so hot, but it’s getting harder to form a complete thought by the second.
‘I didn’t feel like wearing any today,’ you smirk, watching the way his face scrunches. ‘Just for you.’
‘At church? N-naughty-’ he groans, big hands gripping at your hips to feel the way you roll your hips.
You lean in to whisper, ‘Do you like it when I’m naughty? When I drag you down with me?’
Lars can only whine and attempt to nod, his forehead now pressed to yours as he holds you there, slipping his arms around your back to lock you in place above him so he can take the lead and fuck his hips up into you, hard but steady.
‘Everyone thinks you’re such a good boy, they don’t know you make me cum twice before you drive us to church every week.’
He whimpers, looking into your eyes as you continue.
‘And they don’t know you rush me home to fuck me like this right after church, either-’
Lars snaps his eyes shut and lets out a single moan, and he ruts his hips up faster.
‘Let me hear you,’ you whisper, before his thrusts inevitably turn a little more erratic.
Lars moans so loud you consider sliding your palm over his mouth but the sounds are just too delicious to muffle and you feel the coil tightening in you core again.
‘L-Lars, I’m-’
But he’s too far gone and as the bed creaks beneath you, Lars’s strangled cry rips through the room and you come undone together, panting and gasping as his grip on your hips almost bruises before it loosens and his thrusts stutter to a slow stop.
You stay above him, panting together and hold on tight as his cock twitches inside you, the intensity of your rather more hurried and hungry session taking it’s time to melt away.
There’s a tap at the door then, a gentle rap against the window, and your eyes snap open to meet Lars’s.
‘Lars? Lars, we wanted to make sure you’re both okay?’
It’s Karin. As wonderful as she can be, you really do wish she would leave you alone sometimes – especially this time.
Lars freezes, panic written all over his face and you know you’re going to have to deal with this one.
‘We’re okay!’ you call, lifting off Lars and causing him to let out a little ‘Ugh-’ at how suddenly he was left cold and exposed. He’d much rather still be inside you.
You hop off the bed and throw on the first things you pick up, which happen to be his sweater and your pants.
‘We saw you come home and we were worried!’ Karin calls, ‘Can we do anything to help?’
Lars winces. He knows Karin means well, that she knows how to handle him if he has a meltdown, but he wishes she would trust you a little more with that now, that she would leave you two to deal with those kinds of things yourselves.
Now clothed, you open the door just enough to see her, jamming your body into the gap to block Lars from view.
Behind you, Lars wraps a blanket around himself, hastily makes the bed look passable, and on shaky legs, makes his way to the bathroom where he switches on the shower.
‘Karin,’ you smile, seeing her eyes draw up to your messy hair, which you quickly attempt to smooth down. ‘Thanks for calling by, but we’re okay, really.’
‘Did you have a fight?’ Karin asks blatantly, trying so hard to be tactful, but it just came off nosy.
You see her head tilt as she clocks that you’re wearing the sweater Lars always wears for church. And the fact that you have it on backwards.
‘No, nothing like that,’ you say as Karin tries to peek past you.
‘Okay, well, we made breakfast. Will you both join us?’
‘Breakfast? We’d love to!’ you feign, ‘Can you just give us… fifteen minutes? We woke up late so Lars is only just showering.’
Karin bites her lips together and nods. ‘Sure. Sure, see you in fifteen minutes.’
After watching Karin make her way back to the house, you close the door and strip back out of the clothes you’d thrown on.
You find Lars worriedly listening at the bathroom door, and gently pull the blanket away from him to replace it with your embrace.
‘I bought us fifteen minutes,’ you say, and he lets out the breath he was holding in, relieved. ‘Do you wanna jump in the shower together before we head over there?’
‘Yeah. Thank you for dealing with that,’ his cheeks powder with a pink blush again, ‘I didn’t know what to do.’
‘Any time, sweetheart,’ you reach up to cup his cheek and he leans into it.
A smug smile pulls at Lars’s lips, then, his voice hushed and low as he asks, ‘Will you leave your underwear off again at breakfast?’
Summary: Your first date with Ryland was a disaster. At least he thinks so. And he believes that he absolutely must make up for it at the end of the night. After all, he desperately wants a second date so… he apologises for being such a chaotic date in the only way he knows how. And hopes that it works.
a/n: blond man with the fluffy hair and nerdy glasses so fine he got me out of ‘retirement’
The date went horribly.
According to him at least.
You hadn’t made up an excuse, or had a fake emergency phone call at any point that got you out of dinner. But Ryland knew he’d fucked it up tonight. He was genuinely surprised that you stayed till the end. It was a simple date, nothing too fancy. And yet he believed he had ruined your night by yapping your ears off. He talked about everything and nothing all at once. His kids at school, his classes, his new research, all of it and more.
He was a little embarrassed now upon realising that he’d been talking so much the whole night, rarely ever stopping. And he was so certain you’d never want to talk or even text him again. But then you asked him if he wanted to walk you home.
Ryland agreed a little too quickly. Then he felt embarrassed again. But you just laughed at his awkward little mumbles as he tried to play it cool.
The whole walk he promised himself he’d finally ask you questions and let you do the talking. But he ended up going off on yet another random tangent about why physical laws even exist at all. In his defense, your follow-up questions were so engaging that he felt like he could keep this conversation going forever.
Before Ryland knew it, you were both standing on the steps leading to your front porch. With the soft golden light like a halo all around you, Ryland knew in that moment that you were the most stunning woman he had ever and will ever meet. And he felt even worse about the evening.
He couldn’t keep it in anymore. So he rambled on.
“I’m sorry,” He said, followed quickly by, “I know I’ve been a– a mess. I am a mess.” He repeated and carried on talking. “I really wanted tonight to go well and I ruined everything by talking so much. About school, about my research, about my students and work and– and I didn’t even ask you anything about yourself, or where you are from. I barely even let you speak. Or tell me anything about yourself. On top of that I’m wearing this stupid shirt. That’s not even the worst part. I didn’t let you speak. Can you believe that? I went on a date with the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met and I didn’t even ask her where she was born. All I know is that you moved here, but I mean–,”
You cut him off by gently grabbing him by the collars of his blazer and pulling him in for a kiss. He wasn’t expecting it so Ryland was stunned for a second or two. Then he finally kissed you back, his arms instinctively finding themselves around your waist, pulling you into his warm chest.
Fuck, he thought to himself, it felt nice to have his arms around you.
When you pulled away, Ryland was still a little stunned. All he did was blink at you with his clear blue ocean eyes. He quickly reached up and adjusted his glasses which slid down his nose. But he said nothing. He just stared down at you.
You kept your hands around his shoulders, looking down quickly and noticed that some type of nerdy t-shirt peeked through the blazer. It only made him even more attractive. What a nerd, you thought, sighing with adoration.
“Listen here, Dr. Grace.” You teased him playfully, “I wouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with you if I didn’t like a passionate, awkward, kind of nerdy, incredibly handsome, and talkative man. Okay?” You smiled up at him.
“Okay?” He sounded just a little confused. Poor thing.
You leaned in and gave him yet another sweet kiss on the cheek. His rough stubble tickling your mouth as you did. Ryland spoke then, yet again apologising, “I’m sorry. I know that was a terrible first date. But I would really like a second one. Please, I’ll be better. I promise.” He said, giving you those sad puppy eyes. The depths of which one could write endless poems about.
“You wanna come in for a bit?” You suggested. “And maybe we can talk about that second date?” You spoke, your hands deliberately trailing down his body. From his shoulders to his chest. He was nice and tall, the right amount of lean and muscular. Lots and lots of terrain to explore.
Ryland was quiet, apparently captivated by the way your hands delicately roamed down his chest. His breathing deepened. His brain was short circuiting. All he could do was silently follow your hands and fingers as they drew random shapes all over his chest. He was certain you’d be able to feel his heart thundering inside his chest by now.
“Ryland?”
“Yeah. Yes? I’m listening.” He said, then cleared his throat. He hadn’t been listening.
Fuck he was so adorable when nervous.
“Do you plan on lingering out on my front porch, or will you please come inside so I can kiss you like I’ve been dying to all night?”
—
Stumbling into bed with Ryland crashing into you as you fell made you feel like you were floating. Like you were on a cloud and everything was perfect. Ryland was almost as giddy as you were. His touch was gentle, and a little hesitant. He waited for a greenlight from you each time his touch and kisses got more and more heated. He’d do that thing where he’d reach for you, but then look at you over his glasses to see if it was okay, then he’d proceed enthusiastically.
It made you all warm and fuzzy inside each time he did that.
Contrary to what Ryland thought, you would say you had a great night. Nice food with a gorgeous, intelligent man who was gentle and kind and cared about his job and the environment. Who also happened to be a passionate speaker, and who spent the whole night entertaining you with his silly stories and elaborate scientific theories and more. What bliss!
“We can slow down,” Ryland said, in between steamy kisses, “If you want.” Another quick kiss. “We can watch a movie, or–,” He cut himself off by kissing you harder, pulling you closer. “We don’t have to, I mean I want to, but it’s not like I’m expecting you to–,”
“Ryland. Shut up and kiss me.”
“Okay.”
When you finally got him out of his blazer, you had to take a moment and giggle over his dorky t-shirt. One with a giant cat sitting on the Golden Gate Bridge. He looked down and let out a dramatic sigh.
“Please tell me you have another one of these.” You said, already working to get him out of the t-shirt.
“I… I do.” He sounded defeated as he tossed his shirt over his head, messing up his glasses.
“Good,” You fixed his glasses for him before you climbed onto his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed. Looking glorious, even more so than before now that he was shirtless, just in his jeans. “Because you’re leaving this one right here. For me.” You laughed when he tried to hide his face into the crook of your neck.
“You can keep it.” His voice sounded all muffled as he spoke into your neck. Then he pulled away and looked up, his rough cheek tickling your skin in the process again. “As long as I get to take you out on another date.”
When you smiled and nodded at him, before leaning in and kissing him deeply, Ryland felt like the world around him had gotten a little brighter.
And he kissed you back with equal excitement, flipping you around and laying you down in bed as he hovered above you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“It is a ‘yes’, Dr. Grace.” You confirmed, reaching to touch his face.
Ryland smiled and said, “Well then I better make up for tonight’s disaster.” He leaned down and kissed your neck. “I’m sorry again, I keep rambling anytime I have the chance.” He kissed further down your neck as he spoke. “Shut me up next time. Tell me to shut up. Please.”
You giggled as he kissed and carefully bit your skin along your collarbones, making you arch your back, pressing your body further into him. “I will.” You spoke, then gasped in pleasure and surprise when you felt Ryland’s warm hands on your inner thighs.
He pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, “Are you okay, baby? Is this okay?” He asked in a hushed tone, keeping his hands right where they were on your skin.
“Yes.” You whispered, then gasped again when he dove back in to kiss your neck while his hands caressed your thighs, massaging them gently. Almost lovingly. His touch was so slow in fact that you were getting more and more desperate the longer he took to touch you where you craved him the most. “Ryland?” You couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t even gotten you out of your dress yet. Meanwhile he was shirtless, all that body on display and torturing you.
“Hmm?” He looked up at you. Mouth mere inches off your skin.
You almost groaned at how he genuinely seemed to have no idea how badly you wanted him. “Please stop teasing me.” You began lowering the shoulder straps of your dress all by yourself. You needed him. Now.
But Ryland stopped you by carefully seizing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He did it so smoothly too. “Now, when did I say you could do that?” He whispered against your open mouth. “Hmm? Did I ask you to do that?”
You shook your head, looking up into his gorgeous eyes and wondering where that dominant tone came from. You weren’t complaining. Quite the contrary. “No. You didn’t.”
He nodded slowly. “That’s right. I said I was gonna make it up to you, didn’t I? Well, I am. So let me take my time. Okay, baby? I know you want it. I can feel it. You think I can’t tell how wet you are by the way you’re drenching my hand.” For emphasis, he pressed his fingers in between your legs, pressing against your very wet, very thin underwear. “Hmm? You think I can’t tell?”
“Ryland, please…” You whimpered when you realised he was purposely messing with you. And who knows for how long he intended to do that.
“Oh poor you.” He teased, leaning closer until your warm breaths mingled. “I’m gonna take care of you, don’t you worry. Just let me take my time. I’ve got you. I know what you want, and I’m gonna give it to you. Just… let me. Can you do that for me, baby?” He kissed the corner of your mouth, making you whimper again, “Can you let me take my time with you?”
“Fuck…” You mumbled. “Yes. Yes, please. Just… I need you to touch me, Ryland. Please.” You begged.
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
He took his time in sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders, dragging the soft fabric down your body, leaving you more and more naked and exposed under him.
“So beautiful.” He mumbled to himself as his kisses followed the fabric of the dress lowering down your torso.
You shivered once he left your dress bunched around your waist carelessly, not fully undressing you. It wasn’t just because of the slightly cold air that you shivered. It was because of how intensely Ryland was staring at you. His glasses had slid down that perfect nose yet again, he didn’t adjust it this time. And somehow it made him look even hotter.
Fuck. Being so attracted to a man’s glasses’ placement has to be a more worrying issue. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was needing his hands on you.
By the time Ryland finally got to actually touching you, you were a whimpering, panting, needy mess. Just writhing under him. Your brain all foggy. Your body aching with desire.
But he was such a fucking tease it was driving you insane.
He kissed down your exposed torso, your hips, your thighs, whispering, “Look at you, huh? So needy.” He kissed right above your clit, his warm breath making your body come alive. “Is this what you want? You want me to make you feel good? Huh, baby? Talk to me, come on. Use your words.”
You weren’t sure if you’d sound coherent if you spoke but you tried your best. “Yes, please. Ryland… make it feel good.”
“I will.” He whispered, as his hands spread your legs and you felt his mouth right on top of you. Hungry. Seeking. Wanting. His warm tongue licked along your slit, his hands spreading your thighs even further apart to give him better access.
It was rare to find a man who knew what he was doing down there. Especially with his mouth. But Ryland surprised you yet again with that skilled tongue of his. Your hand moved lazily, fingers sliding easily into his luscious, silky soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
You felt like your body was melting under his touch. His hands rubbing your thighs adoringly while his mouth drove you insane. He was good at making you cry out in pleasure. His tongue, skilled and soft against your wet folds. His lips with the right amount of suction on your clit.
You held yourself up for a moment, your elbows digging into your mattress as you looked down at him. All that golden skin, that faint layer of sweat all over him… he looked divine.
Then there were those eyes…
Even through his glasses you could see the spark in them. You saw how they lit up each time you let out a higher pitch moan, or each time your fingers tugged on his hair, scratching his scalp so good he even let out a moan himself while he ate you out.
“Fuck. Ryland.” You cried out, writhing under him as he pushed his tongue deeper into you. Teasing you with the softest, deliberate licks. You couldn’t look away then. His stare was intense, giving you chills despite the heat inside you rising like never before.
He smirked then. The sound of his name leaving your mouth so desperately gave him such a rush. It drove him crazy. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He whispered, his rough stubble brushing against your skin, rough against your inner thighs. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds. “What about this? You like this? You sound like you do.” He paused for a second, slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit for a taste and said, “You sure taste like you do.” His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, then down, parting your wet folds with ease.
Ryland had you coming undone all over his tongue in no time. His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch, legs shaking as he teased your clit and finger-fucked your ever so gently.
With his arms keeping you pinned to the mattress and unable to escape, he was so quick to figure out what worked and what didn’t. What made you squeeze his head in between your thighs and what made your back arch. What made you tug on his hair harder because he loved that and what made you breathless.
“Come for me.” He whispered, before latching his mouth onto your pussy. Devouring you. His tongue moved in a way that made you lose control.
You were gasping for air, moaning his name, wanting more, and more, and more… You came hard, all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger, your moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room.
Ryland finally let go of your shaky legs and kissed his way up your body, hovering above you again. He stared deep into your eyes. You couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried, look away from his pink, glistening lips. His hair was definitely messier now that you’d been so rough with it. You slid your hands back into his hair, massaging his scalp a little.
Ryland closed his eyes for a moment, savouring your touch. Then opened his eyes again and asked, “Are you okay?”
You nodded, looking up at him. “I liked that.” You murmured, giddy with pleasure.
Ryland smiled down at you. “I know you did. Pretty sure I have scratches all over my neck. Gonna have to wear some turtlenecks to work for a day or two.”
You both laughed.
Then you asked, “Can I touch you now?” Your hands were already reaching down for his belt. He nodded, but you were already undoing his buckle as you pushed Ryland down on the bed next to you and got on top of him, straddling his lap. The rough denim brushing against your bare thighs.
Ryland reached out to touch your face, caressing your cheek tenderly. “You can do whatever you want.”
So you did. In no time you were in between his legs, ass up in the air, with his cock in your mouth.
Ryland had that pleading look on his face, groaning as you took him into your mouth as much as you could. “Fuck, look at you.” He whispered, still caressing your face lovingly as your tongue teased him in the best ways. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I like how you look at me.”
He held your head gently, in that same adoring manner you were starting to get used to, and watched you intently with parted pink lips, gasping in pleasure, as you took him. “There we go.” He said, “You’re so good at this, aren’t you?” His voice was so gentle. “You’ve been wanting to do that for a while, huh?”
You held his stare and nodded.
Ryland was so gentle with you. Even as his gasps and moans got louder and louder.
“Fuck.” He swore. “You want more, baby?” He lifted his hips up slowly, he held your head gently and pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “Yeah? Is that what you wanted?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing through your nose, taking him in until he hit the back of your throat. You felt all of him, his smooth skin, his raw taste, and you couldn’t get enough. Your fingers clawed at his thighs through his jeans as he groaned and grunted, filling your mouth.
“Oh fuck.” He swore again. “God damn it, baby, slow down.” His voice cracked as he grunted while also moving his hips, shoving his cock deeper into your mouth and helping you swallow more and more of him. His head tilted back, his lips parted as he gasped for air while you moved your mouth up and down his cock. And he looked glorious while he lost control. Those damn glasses almost falling off his face.
You teased him as much as you could, but he soon began begging for you to stop.
“Come on,” He pleaded. “I can’t come yet, baby please.”
Followed by more pleas.
“Please, I really wanna fuck you.”
“Oh my god, please slow down.”
“Please don’t make me come yet.”
“Slow down, baby.”
All said in a desperate hiss.
You weren’t ready for the whimpers that followed his pleas. And you almost gave in and made him come because his moans and whimpers were so damn hot, but then you slowed to a stop. Pulling away and straddling him again.
Ryland did his best to catch his breath before flipping you two around, pinning you into the mattress again. Yet he was still panting as he looked down at you, his warm breath mingling with yours. “Had your fun?” He asked, using that playful, stern tone from earlier again.
He sounded so different from the man who was whimpering just a minute earlier.
You nodded, giggling, and clearly still riding that high from earlier. “You’re so hot when you beg.”
Ryland let out a little laugh as he leaned in to kiss your nose. Then the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw, and down your neck. “Can I make you feel good again now? Hmm? Can I please fuck you, baby?”
You whined before answering, your back arching already. “Yes, Ryland.”
“Well spread your legs then,” He made you laugh again with his sudden, straightforward demand.
But you obeyed quickly. Ryland cradled your head in his hands, holding you so tenderly as if he thought you were fragile.
“I’ve got you.” He said, as he held your stare, slowly sliding inside of you, both of you moaning softly as he went.
“Ryland…” You hissed in pleasure, unable to look away from his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He whispered, nothing but desire and love in his eyes. He leaned in again, whispering against the corner of your open mouth, “Where have you been all my life, huh?”
You felt his cock stretching you, filling you up. Every thick inch of him sliding into your tight cunt. “Oh fuck, Ryland…” You gasped.
“I know, baby. I know.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. He held you close as he moved his hips.
“You… you feel so good.” You could feel your eyes tearing up at how snug he felt inside you.
“I know.” He almost whimpered again.
He pulled away to watch you. Ryland held your stare as he reached down to grab your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He looked down to where your bodies connected, he watched his cock slowly moving in and out of you then leaned down to give you a messy kiss, swallowing your desperate moans in the process.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in.” He whispered.
You couldn’t help your loud moans as he moved his hips expertly. You thanked whoever or whatever taught him how to do that. You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you.
You felt all of him stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you until he was all you could focus on. His eyes remained fixed on yours. Ocean blue, now familiar.
“You feel so good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, his hand instinctively wrapping around your throat as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. “So perfect for me. My pretty girl.”
His voice was driving you insane. You moaned at how perfect his lean body felt against yours, his weight pressing down on you. His slight stubble tickled your skin as he moved. And you slid your fingers into his hair, tugging on it even more now that you knew he liked it. He probably liked it a little too much since he wouldn’t stop letting out discreet whimpers each time you gave his hair a slightly hard pull.
Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts, relentless and unbearably good. The pressure around your lower body, tight and hot.
Ryland looked down at you as you tightened around his cock. “Hey,” He spoke softly, his thumb toying with your lower lip. “Look at me.” When you did, he whispered, “Just hold on, okay? Don’t come yet. Just a little longer, baby.”
You nodded, eyes half closed, but unsure if you could. He felt so fucking good and you were right on the edge… right on that fucking edge…
He must have noticed your eyes rolling back because he spoke again.
“Come on, baby.” He pleaded again, pressing his warm forehead against yours. “I know, I know.” He reassured you. “But just hold it for me, okay? Just a minute longer, baby. I know you can do it.” He murmured. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The tenderness and care in his voice only made you clench around him again.
“Oh look at you. You can’t even hold it a little longer.” He gave you a lazy, cocky smile, “Are you gonna come for me now?” His hand squeezed your throat just a little, making you moan even louder. He gave you a messy kiss. “Come all over my cock then, come on.”
You whimpered, unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his hand let go of your throat and his eager fingers found your clit, toying with it while he pounded into you mercilessly.
“That’s it.” He cooed when your moans got louder. “You’re doing so well for me, look at you. Now come, come all over me,” He whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock, tightening around him.
Ryland kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. You felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls violently. “Fuck.” He hissed again, then groaned as he quickly pulled out just in time and came all over your thighs.
You whined and whimpered as you felt his cum drip down your thighs.
“Fuck…” You whined as you caught your breath.
“Come here,” He whispered as pulled out and he laid down beside you, pulling you into his damp, but warm chest for a cuddle. You curled up against him in no time.
He panted, still catching his breath. “I think you deserve the t-shirt.”
You chuckled, still lust-drunk. “I think you deserve a second date.”
freakum dress 𑁍⋆ 𓏲⋆. | “keep tellin’ me how my outfit’s so nice.”
lars lindstrom x cunty!fem!reader
—established relationship.
LARS is a man of routines. he wakes up at the same time every morning. folds the blankets before he even gets dressed. checks the weather through the kitchen window while the coffee brews. packs the same neat lunchbox every evening before bed, places it in exactly the same spot in the fridge, and carries it out to the truck every morning without fail.
except today.
today he’d somehow become distracted because you’d been standing in the hallway fastening your earrings, wearing a dress he’d never seen before.
soft pink silk, the sort of pink that almost glowed in the morning sunlight. floral patterns that looked like handpicked just for you. it skimmed over your figure so naturally it looked like it had been poured onto you, the fabric catching every movement as you walked towards him. when you’d turned to grab your handbag, he’d noticed the back of it or rather, the complete lack of one. the silk dips all the way down to your spine revealing the skin all the way down to just above your hips.
he’d immediately forgotten how breathing worked. you’d looked over your shoulder and smiled. “what?” lars had opened his mouth, then immediately closed it again. “…that’s a… very nice dress.” you’d laughed, walking over to smooth down the front of his flannel where he’d buttoned one side slightly crooked.
“thank you, handsome.” then you’d kissed him gently. soft enough that he’d forgotten absolutely everything else, including his lunch.
it isn’t until nearly midday that you discover it sitting untouched in the fridge. you stop halfway through reaching for milk in the fridge when you notice the lunchbox. “…oh.”
poor lars.
he’d probably apologised to an empty stomach by now.
it’s not even twenty minutes later you’re pulling into the little gravel car park outside the office building, lunch tucked carefully beneath one arm. it’s hardly an impressive place, a handful of trucks outside, grey siding, small windows. the sort of building people walk past without ever remembering afterwards.
you smooth your dress absentmindedly before heading inside. you can already picture the guilty look he’ll have on his face, probably apologising before you’ve even handed it to him.
the silk catches the light beautifully as you walk, moving around your legs with every step. the backless cut feels a little extravagant compared to the ordinary office building in front of you, but you’d planned to meet a friend for lunch afterwards and hadn’t expected your afternoon to involve rescuing your boyfriend from forgetting to eat.
the little bell above the front door jingles softly as you step inside. the receptionist looks up automatically. “can i help—” she pauses, just for a fraction of a second, clearly checking you out. “…you?”
you smile politely, “hi. i’m looking for lars lindstrom.”
“…lars?” the receptionist asks again, brow lifting. “he forgot his lunch.” you lift the little lunchbox slightly as proof. the receptionist twice, as if she’s trying to piece together what’s going on. “…lars forgot…” she looks down at the lunch, “…his lunch.”
“he never does,” you say sympathetically. “i thought i’d better bring it before he started pretending he wasn’t hungry.” the receptionist can’t quite explain why that sentence feels so strangely domestic, so she asks, “you know lars?”
you nod, “he’s my boyfriend.”
before she can respond, someone from payroll walks past carrying a stack of folders. he glances up absentmindedly, then almost walks straight into the doorframe. “…sorry.” he isn’t looking at the doorframe anymore, he’s looking at you.
within another minute, someone from accounts appears, then one of the warehouse supervisors. not because they’re being nosy, no, they are being nosey. but curiosity spreads through tiny offices faster than electricity.
the whispers begin almost immediately.
“there’s a hot lady here asking for lars.”
“who’s the model up front?”
“her dress is so sexy, you have to come see it.”
the receptionist clears her throat, “he’s just down the corridor. second office on the left.”
“thank you.” you smile again.
it’s one of those smiles that’s completely effortless, warm enough that people find themselves smiling back before they even realise they’re doing it.
as you walk down the corridor, conversations fade one by one, people simply… stop talking. there’s something almost surreal about seeing someone so hot walking through a building that mostly smells faintly of coffee, paper and sawdust. heels clicking softly against the floor, pink silk wrapping around your hips like it was painted on, gold earrings glinting every time you turn your head.
someone quietly mutters, “…who is that?” another shrugs. “…no idea.”
“she smiled at me.”
“she smiled at everyone.”
“…i think i forgot what i was doing.”
even the receptionist could help but crane her head back as you walked past her desk, eyes glued to your ass as you walked off, a small “good god..” leaving her lips.
lars is completely oblivious. he’s sitting exactly where he always sits, at his desk while he concentrates on a report even though he supposed to be on break. his brow is slightly furrowed, one sleeve rolled higher than the other. completely absorbed. you pause in the doorway for a second just to watch him.
you always love this version of him. the one who gets so focused on something that the rest of the world disappears. you knock gently against the wall of his cubicle, “hi, handsome.”
lars looks up automatically, for a second his expression stays completely neutral. then recognition hits.
“…oh.”
it comes out so quietly you’re not even sure he meant to say it aloud. lars just sits there staring at you. his pen has rolled halfway across the desk now, forgotten completely.
you’d looked beautiful this morning.
he’d thought about you in that dress almost the entire drive to work. every red light he’d found himself remembering the way the silk had caught the sunlight in your hallway, he’d already decided there was absolutely no way you could look any prettier than you had standing in your kitchen.
apparently he’d been wrong.
because somehow the afternoon light pouring through the office windows made the soft pink even warmer, every movement of the silk catching the light as you crossed the room towards him. the dress hugged your waist before falling effortlessly, elegant without trying, and every time you turned slightly he caught another glimpse of the open back he’d spent the entire morning trying very hard not to think about.
his heart gave one enormous, embarrassing thump against his ribs.
oh my goodness.
she’s so beautiful.
it wasn’t even just the dress. it was the way you smiled the second your eyes found him, like seeing him was the nicest part of your afternoon. that smile always did something to him. “…hi.”
you walked right over without a second thought, setting the lunchbox carefully beside his paperwork before brushing imaginary lint from his sweater with your hand.
“you forgot your lunch.”
“…i did.”
“i found it in the fridge.”
“…oh.”
he looked down at the lunchbox as though it had personally betrayed him. “yeah, i did forget it.”
“it’s alright.” you laughed softly. “i figured something had distracted you.”
he looked back up at you, then immediately wished he hadn’t because now you were standing even closer, close enough that he could smell your perfume. close enough that if he looked over your shoulder… no. absolutely not. he snapped his eyes straight back to your face so quickly it almost made him dizzy.
you noticed. the corners of your mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly. “what?” lars swallowed, “…nothing.”
“lars.”
“…you just…” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “..you look very nice.”
“just nice?”
he looked genuinely alarmed “no!” he shook his head immediately. “…i mean…” he searched desperately for the right word. “very beautiful.” the word came out almost reverently, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to say it.
your expression softened instantly, “thank you, baby.”
“i’m sorry.”
“what are you apologising for now?”
“…i stared.”
you couldn’t help laughing. “you’re allowed to look at your own girlfriend.”
“…i know.” he smiled shyly, “i just didn’t want you to think i was being rude.” without thinking, you reached over and smoothed the front of his collars where the fabric had folded beneath his sweater. it was the smallest gesture, something you’d done a hundred times before, but lars’ entire body relaxed underneath your fingertips.
he looked down at your hand for a second before looking back up at you with that same impossibly soft expression that always made your chest ache. “…i like when you do that.”
“fix your shirt?”
he nodded, “it makes me feel looked after.”
you smiled so warmly it almost embarrassed him, “that’s because i like looking after you.”
for a second, neither of you said anything, you just looked at one another, the office around you seemed to disappear entirely.
his brain briefly offers the deeply helpful observation that your dress fits you very nicely, lars then immediately panics because he shouldn’t be thinking that while he’s at work.
but he’s already staring. you’re smiling now.
“lars?”
“…hm?”
“you’re staring.”
“…i know.”
he says it with such complete honesty that you can’t help laughing. his face immediately becomes pink, not just his cheeks, his ears, his neck, even the tip of his nose somehow.
“…sorry.”
“don’t apologise.”
“…okay.”
“are you going to stop staring?” he thinks about it seriously. “…probably not... you look really hot.” i quickly says before hiding his face behind his hands. “you look so good. i noticed this morning, and i’ve been thinking about it all day.”
his words make your entire heart melt, especially because you know lars doesn’t just compliment anything or anyone. “have you?” you ask, and he nods again, “i was trying very hard not to.”
“why?”
“because i was supposed to be working.”
“did it work?”
“no.” he mutters, taking your hand in his. you didn’t want to distract him from work any further, but when you tell him you should probably leave, something visibly changes. it’s tiny, but you don’t miss it. his smile drops just enough, his fingers tighten around yours without him seeming to realise.
“…already?” he asks it so quietly it almost hurts.
“i don’t want to interrupt.”
“…you aren’t.”
“you have work.”
“yes.”
“and i have lunch with karin in half an hour.”
“…right, but could you stay…” he looks almost embarrassed as he asks, “…just one more minute?” you immediately fold, “of course.” and the relief on his face is immediate, like you’d just told him christmas had been extended by an extra day.
he pulls out the chair beside his desk for you before you’ve even thought about sitting down. “…here.”
“thank you, handsome.” he smiles proudly when you sit. then immediately forgets to open his lunch because he’s too busy talking to you. telling you about his morning, asking how your errands went, whether traffic had been bad, whether you’d remembered to eat breakfast.
every answer you give gets his full attention, as though nothing else in the building exists anymore.
from across the office, somebody quietly whispers, “…he’s looking at her like she’s the only person in the room.”
another voice answers, “…i think, to him, she probably is.”
would love some sweet pervy boyfriend henry.....or like.... loser boy crying during sex. OBSESSED WITH UR HENRY WORK🌹!! need that boy in disgusting ways
Remixing this bc this was already in my drafts. hope this fits the bill!
Pervy Stepbrother Henry Letham Headcanons
(Stepbrother!Henry Letham x reader)
became obsessed w you the day his mother married your father and you ended up under the same roof.
he's 17 and you're 16 when your parents remarry, and he carries his 'curiosity' about you for years until he realises that he keeps dumping his girlfriends because none of them are enough like you. eventually comes to terms with the fact that he wants to fuck you silly.
he keeps a hidden sketchbook filled with drawings of you: some innocent, many not. He draws you sleeping, in the shower, changing... the more explicit ones he hides under his mattress for fear his mom will find it when cleaning his room
100% a panty stealer! At first it was just one pair, then it became a collection. He keeps them in a box under his bed and uses them to jerk off, involuntarily moaning your name quietly so no one hears. first time he does that he's so disgusted with himself he burns them, then regrets it because now he has to steal more. SIGH
He listens to you through the wall. The first time he hears you quietly moaning, or a quiet 'buzz' from your room, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven. It becomes a routine, lying in bed with his eyes closed waiting to hear the hum of your vibrator, then pressing his ear to the wall, cock in hand for as long as he can manage.
Can tell when you've not orgasmed in a while because a) he keeps a diary of the days you do masturbate based on what he hears and b) you're cranky after a week of not touching yourself. He winds you up extra on those days with the belief that you'll cum extra hard the next time you do. He's so considerate <3
sometimes purposefully knocks on your door when he hears you masturbating so that you have to tell him to 'HOLD ON I'M...GETTING CHANGED!' and answer the door all flustered while he smirks and you can't figure out why.
Takes the liberty of charging up your vibrator whilst you're at school or work so that you can BOTH get off that night!
He gets jeaaaaalous with a capital J when you date, or even talk to, guys. will go as far as to “accidentally” ruin your plans, delete messages confirming a date or time with a guy, or show up wherever you are with that bullshit big-brother act saying he doesn't like the look of your date. often manages to get your dad on board, claiming that the guy you're dating is a known trouble-maker; your dad will tell Henry to go and pick you up and bring you home, which he does with great pleasure, claiming he's just following orders.
lets you cry on his shoulder about bad dates, comforts you despite his throbbing dick at the sight of your wet, doe-like eyes.
"He's an asshole, Y/N. You deserve better. Stop going on dates with these fuckin' jerk offs and wait for someone to appreciate you for what you are."
I'm potentially envisioning a drunken/stoned kiss if you're home alone together for the weekend, which neither of you ever bring up again but he thinks about constantly
once again, he is just a massive panty sniffer and general clothing thief. He’ll jerk off with your used underwear, sports shorts, even a SOCK because he was so desperate, wrapped around his cock, imagining it’s you riding him. He cums so hard he has to bite his lip until it bleeds to stay quiet on these occasions.
watches you shower as often as he can, self-justifying it as an art study.
touchy in an innocent way that’s anything but: he'll “accidentally” walk in on you changing; he’ll brush his fingers against your chest when reaching for something; he'll play fight with you just to touch you; throw you over his shoulder when you're snappy...
You guys have a... close relationship: some call it bizarre, others call it downright incestuous. So what if you sleep in your big brother's bed after a guy broke your heart? it doesn't mean anything.
He’ll crawl into your bed while you’re sleeping and just watch you, sometimes touching himself right next to you. Once he came on your thigh and cleaned it up before you woke up.
He wants to corrupt you SO bad. You've never smoked a cigarette before? here, come out with your big brother Henry and try some. sit on his lap whilst he rolls a joint, even! He won't tell your dad if you don't tell his mom.
If you confided in him that you're a virgin, he would tease you relentlessly, whilst also fantasising about being your first. He gets off on the idea of you trusting him completely while he’s thinking the dirtiest thoughts imaginable.
Inevitably probably does offer himself up to be your first, just for practice with someone you trust! He is SO selfless <3
cannot stand the idea of some grubby, horny pervert putting his hands on you when Henry could treat you so well, prioritise your pleasure, and keep you close afterward.
Summary: Your baby daddy, Dan, pays a visit for your son.
Pairing: Dan Dunne!baby daddy x you
Note: dan calls you momma
Warning: smut, mdni , no use of Y/N, use of profanity, age gap, unprotected p in v.
Word Count: 2k
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fan work made for entertainment purposes only. All rights and credits belong to the original creators. Any fictional elements or resemblance to real people or events are purely coincidental.
“You can't just show up here and tell us you're clean when you look like that.” Those were the last words you said to Dan before he stopped showing up for a year. He couldn't even blame you. Showing up to his own son's first birthday high was enough reason for any door to be closed in his face.
You never really had a stable relationship with him.
What started as a fling was never meant to become anything serious. He'd ask you to come over, you'd spend a few nights together—sometimes a few weeks—and neither of you bothered putting a label on whatever it was.
The arguments came easy after your son was born. You wanted what was best for your son, even if that sometimes meant keeping him away from Dan.
But for all his faults, Dan never stopped trying to be a father. He'd take your anger, your shouting, your demands to stay away, and still show up when he could. Some months he had nothing to give, but he'd always find a way to make up for it later.
At one point, you thought it was your responsibility to help him get clean. But between work, your degree, and raising your son, you eventually set that idea aside. You kept moving forward, doing what you'd always done: raising your son on your own
Finger pressed the bells and he heard it rang from the outside. He shouldn't be worried but his feet keep stomping on the floor while waiting for someone to open the door.
Both of your worlds slow down when the door opens.
“Dan... I...–” You said. He knew you wouldn't read the messages he sent you online which tells you he wanted to visit his son.
You don't know if you should trust his new well looking appearance right now. He still wears that plain polo shirt he often wears during his classes, but he has gained a bit of weight now, unlike the skinny one that you wouldn't even think can make babies. “You look different...” and that's a compliment. You hated looking at those pathetic eyes, you are too weak to stare that long at those.
Despite all of these upgrades, your guts still says you shouldn't trust him.
So before you let him go to his son's room, he needs to undergo your interrogation. You acted like you were asking some normal questions— catching up like with him. “So, nice you got promoted. Is it still the same school? I thought you didn't like it there.” You asked.
“You would know all that if you just check my messages...” Dan slowly let out a sigh. Of course he knew that— he knew you wanted to check if it's clean or not, the reason why you are throwing this bunch of questions to him. “Look. I'm clean. I'm months clean now.” He said.
Dan moves to the edge of the couch and places his hand on top of your hand in the arm rest of the chair you are seating, “I would lie if I say I haven't attempted or— or crossed my mind, especially today that I'll be seeing you both, but I am clean. I am not carrying any or taking any.”
One thing made you sure he isn't lying, he's looking directly into your eyes without flinching. "I swear."
After all you have a soft spot for Dan and you ain't going to take your baby's father away from him.
You let him enter your son's room where he watches him sleeping peacefully. You let him have a moment with his son and leave them alone together in the room so you can have time as well to read all of his messages you've tried to ignore for months.
Most of it where venmo receipt he sends monthly and some are asking permission.
Hey,, just checking. did you get the child support ? Let me know if it came through.
How's he doing? How are you?
Hey. Going into therapy today. Think I could come by at the end of the month and see him?
Hey,,
I'm a little short this month because of the rehab fees. Would it be okay if I delay the child supp ? send it first week next month ??
I know it's probably not important, but I got promoted lol. Thought I'd tell you.
Have you received it yesterday?
Hey. Just wondering if I could come visit during the break.
im residing 2hrs drive away so .. maybe 3 days?
No pressure or anything.
Glimpse of guilt you felt reading those messages with no reply made ever since.
You let him stay for 3 days as he'd asked. With those days he has never been a burden to you, even helped you with some chores he doesn't hate doing, but mostly he's looking after your son— wanting to spend most of his time with him. It's his reason why he's here anyways.
He was still Dan, you know. Flirty. Nosy. Constantly invading your personal space like it was his favorite hobby. He loved getting on your nerves just to see you roll your eyes at him, and honestly, that was probably the whole point. Then there were the random touches, a hand on your shoulder, a nudge at your side, little things that somehow always caught you off guard.
"Thought you'll stay for only for 3days?"
"I didn't say only 3 days. I said maybe 3 days?" and shrugged at you.
"Unbelievable..." while shaking your head.
"Why? Am I bothering you?"
You squinted at him and threw a death glare his way. “Really? You're asking me that?” you whispered sharply, careful not to raise your voice. Your son had just fallen asleep in your arms, and the last thing you needed was Dan waking him up with his nonsense, but it only made him chuckle.
He stood up from the chair he was sitting on, leaving the legos he bought for his son unfinished and went to your back to wrap his arms around you and put his chin on your shoulders. "What are you doin?"
"Hugging you? I just miss momma... y'know..."
It's easy to call him out and ask him to stop whatever he's doin, but you let him, it was like borrowing some minutes and staying like that. You, him and your son.
A small tickle spread across your stomach when Dan started playing with the waistband of your pants. “Don’t you miss me?” he asked, his touch carrying the same teasing charm that had always been hard to ignore.
His thumb slipped beneath the edge of your shirt, brushing lightly against your skin, and you forced yourself not to react. Because reacting meant admitting there was still a part of you that cared, and Dan would never let you live that down.
"He's asleep, you can put him down..." he whispered in purpose to your ears where the warmth of his breath touches your skin. a hand starts to slide under your shirt while the other one remains in your waist, that was the time you gave him a warning, "Dan." but your body made a jolt when his hand.
Dan noticed that. he smiled while placing kisses to your bare shoulders. “Sshhhh sshhh”
”Momma don't need to fight if she wants it too”
his hand settles under your boob, waiting for any cue or if you would decline him permission. Dan slowly pressed his growing bulge under his pants to your butt cheeks and started to rub himself against your thin shorts and underwear. “You've taken care of him enough, let me take care of the momma now hmm?” he is basically moaning to your ears.
“Dan.. mm....” a low groan escaped from your lips when he cupped your healthy breast and slowly messaged it. You knew you would fall to his spell but it was shorter than expected. “Let's put him in the crib, shall we?”
you carefully place your son in his crib next to your bed. Before you could say anything he sealed your lips with his while pushing you against the corner of the crib. tongues inside your mouth and kisses you with urgency. “Sorry... I just fucking miss you...” chuckles as he pulled his lips.
He pushed you to your bed and immediately crawled on top of you, did not waste any time and started again to attack your neck leaving marks in there. He parted your legs apart so he could settle in between. His touch was soft yet the urgency was obvious, he badly needs you and he badly wants inside you.
In just a second, all of your clothes were scattered on the floor. You two keep it all in silence as you don't want to be interrupted if your son gets awake.
Dan's kneeling in between your thighs, caressing your legs as he watches you from his view. Despite his thin figure, Dan's hiding an incredibly massive dick in his pants. One of the reasons why you can't get enough of him before too. skinny ones are mostly loaded with big guns.
He's taking a moment looking at you, memorizing details— how your chest rises and falls, your compressed belly and beautiful wet fold you have. “Can I eat you? I want to eat you.” his forehead furrowed shows strong desires of wanting to eat you.
but you need him as much as he needs you, “Laters, baby.” You locked legs around his waist and pulled him to lay back on top of you. his tips kissed your folds like it knows where he should go. ”Momma's needy for Dada's dick hmm?” he whispered in between the kisses as he went down to the valley of your chest.
His lips found your nipples and started to suck it like a starving infant needing your milk, his hand goes to his dick and starts rubbing it against your cunt. “Stop... teasing me already.” He wanted to see more how you look desperate and how you need him more but Dan chooses to give you what you need and shoves his dick inside you.
Your mouth part opened as you felt his length inside you, filling you up till his base. clit meeting his public bone in that one big thrust he did. “Shit... momma... you are tight as fuck. I think I might come now.... fuck.” you were squeezing him already inside interrupting him from sucking your nipples.
Every thrust has gasp sucked to your throat and makes both of you desperate. You can see that in his eyes even if it's half open. His tongue runs everywhere in your skin, he is claiming every part he could. Skin almost sticking to his.
You have a different effect to Dan, it's giving him a different sensation that he can't get used to. that was the same reason he didn't stopped fucking you before and loved seeing his cum leaking the hell out of you. but now he wanted to take time. His thrust began to slow.
“What are you d-doing?” you asked, out of frustration.
every move of his hips was slow but goes deep as much as he can. “Taking time, Momma... I don't know if I can have this after...” and thrust his dick deep that your head touches your bed's headboard.
“Dan... don't... please fuck me hard. I fucking need you...”
He pressed his forehead on yours, “But... shit... I'm having a moment in here...” he said while getting deep to your core after he took out his dick.
Your back arched from the bed and nails found his back where it left deep scratch. “Fuck Dan Dunne, I swear to God, If you don't fuck me now, you'll really never going to have this after.” you said before grabbing his nape to pull him to a kiss and from there he starts to trust again.
he hasn't seen this version of you before. this much needed for him and it did not threaten him, it was the opposite. it made him want you more. his hips pounds on you in the way you wouldn't be able to walk properly after. Hands intertwined with yours as he pins you down in your bed.
Dan couldn't get enough. “I fucking miss you, momma... I think I can fucking take you all night hmm”
The sound of skin slapping echoes as he pounds more into you. “Hear that? huh? it's my dick and balls on your needy cunt.” The thrust he does was meant to hit your core and gspot. His lips reach for your tiddies again to suck a nipple while the other has already his hand on it making circular motion as he massages it.
He slides down again to the valley of your breast and put a mark on it before returning back to your lips with his bottom lips catching your upper teeth that gave him easy access for his tongue to explore your mouth again. It was messy and he meant it. He wanted to show you how much he misses you.
He breaks the kiss and looks at your eyes while panting and continues stroking his shaft, slamming it against your walls. “Fuck I think my balls going to burst it all out... are you near momma? hmm?” said while sniffing your skin.
but you don't hear anything, your mind is filled with frantic sensation as his dick drives you crazy. you did try sleeping with other men but Dan's touch remains your favorite. He knew how to drive you insane. “Please... babe I'm near.”
finally he hears your endearment again. He thought he wouldn't hear that anymore. that sends shivers to him. His hips went hard as rock and the same as his dick inside you. “Yeah.. yeah.. you're near? w-what do you want?”
“You. please... please babe fuck me hard like you mean it”
Dan doesn't need to be asked twice, he does what you want. his thrust deep that his base hits your clit hard and he even presses it whenever he hits your core.
Both your moan and groan filled the entire room, low controlled moans not to wake the baby but loud enough for both two to hear how much you need each other. “Dan! Fuck! Please! I'm near—” you heavily air to control the noise from your throat. Dan's shoulder was the nearest thing your teeth could reach that left a heavy bite as you hit your climax. jolts run all over your body while Dan continues to pump on you.
“Sshhhh shhh we'll wake him up momma... babe... babe.. I'm near okay?” his mouth part open as he tries to reach his own climax, “babe, babe.... I'm sorry. I'm sorry— Shit! Shit I am ab— fuck!” he took his thing out and release it. covering outside your cunt with his cum.
He collapsed beside me while catching breathe. He hugged you from the back before he closed his eyes and let his exhaustion take over and fall asleep.
Tags: established relationship, Colt has a filthy mouth, needy Colt, handsy Colt, porn with like a sprinkle of plot
Author’s note: you all told me to watch this and now you must deal with the fall out. Just had to get this out of my system 💀 anyway enjoy everyone’s favorite yappy, sappy, golden retriever guy. Title is from the Moose Blood song.
18+ only — minors DNI, ageless bios will be blocked
There were a lot of parts of Colt’s schedule that were hard. Early mornings, late nights, far away shoots for weeks at a time, but thankfully, he came back to you every weekend. As soon as they called wrap on Friday, he ran back to wherever you were, which was usually on his couch waiting with his favorite food and a movie queued up. This Friday was no different. Thankfully, he currently had two back to back movies in LA, which meant months of uninterrupted date nights. No delayed flights or bad weather could keep him from falling into your arms at the end of every week.
Your heart sped up when you heard his truck rumble into the driveway, and you waited in the doorway with your arms crossed, grinning wildly at the way he hopped out and jogged so confidently up the path.
“Hey hot stuff,” he smiled, scanning the length of you as he put his arm above your head, boxing you in for a deep kiss against the door.
You groaned into his mouth, fisting the side of his shirt a bit while he went in to palm your ass through the thin grey pajama pants.
“Slow down,” you laughed while he playfully peppered your jaw with kisses and licked a messy line up your neck.
“Mine,” he grumbled mischievously into the crook of your neck and planted one last kiss before following you inside.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” His arms were draped around your neck as he waddled impossibly close behind you, pressing into your back, smelling like sweat and smoke.
“Dim sum,” you gestured at the spread of white boxes on the table with packets of sauce and chopsticks filling the empty spaces. “And I believe we were on Fast Five?”
Colt had suggested several months ago that you watch through the Fast and Furious franchise together. A lot of it was cringy, but it had also been special to see where some of his interest for stunt driving started to take shape.
“You are too good to me. Ten minute shower and I’ll be right there next to you,” he promised as he leaned against the couch to unlace his boots.
“I can’t promise there will be any bao left in ten minutes,” you sing-songed at him, rounding the corner of the sectional and seating yourself in the corner before picking up a pair of chopsticks.
“Unless you want me stinky tonight.” He flipped onto the sofa easily with one arm and grabbed at the pork bun, but you lifted it out of reach.
“Go shower,” you swatted at him, taking a bite and groaning at the flavor.
He kissed your cheek before swinging back over and heading down the hall. Eight and a half minutes later, Colt was sitting next to you again, thigh pressed to yours and broad shoulder invading your space as you both picked at the food on the table in front of you, but you didn’t mind one bit. He liked to be close whether it was cuddling while you sleep or holding hands on a walk or pressing you to his chest when you were on top so he could take in every part of you while he hammered into you from beneath. Wide palms gripping at your thighs and back so there was no space between your bodies.
It was hard not to think about that when he was shirtless with a pair of black joggers sitting low on his hips. His hair was drying crazy with no product to tame it, spilling over his eyes as he pointed out some of the driving moves on screen. He was impossible not to stare at. Even more than a year in, being next to him filled you with butterflies because he was just so vibrant, so electric, so Colt. There was no one like him.
“I’m stuffed,” he announced, pushing the table back and settling against a pillow. He liked to stretch out on one side of the sectional, while you took the other laying in an L shape. Your head fit perfectly on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm snug around you, anchored at your hip. His thumb would absentmindedly rub against the stripe of skin exposed from where your sleep shirt bunched up. He was always warm, bordering on hot, and you theorized it’s because he had so much pent up energy inside that sitting still made him buzz.
“Ooh, watch this. I get to do a barrel roll like that next week,” he pointed at the screen. You could feel his heart quicken as explosions and flipping cars filled the screen. You loved that he loved his job so much even if it made your stomach turn to visit him on set. The first time had almost made you lose your lunch when you saw him willingly jump off a higher than high platform and into a deep pool of water until his hand surfaced first with a thumbs up. Next came his head with a wide grin as he shook water from his hair much like the golden retriever your family had as a kid. He winked at you in the middle of the director making some suggestions as she checked the film.
“Again?” He asked excitedly.
Colt only asked you a few times after that first visit. He could tell how much it worried you to see him in action, but of course you said yes when he asked, because you could see how excited he was to show off for you. Truthfully, it was hot if you could get past the dread. You always insisted on looking him over in his trailer after, running your hands over his ribs and taking him into his mouth while he fisted your hair.
“You should come watch,” he teased, pinching your hip a little and bringing you back to the present.
“Hmmm I’ll consider it,” you turned your head to look him in the eyes, wrinkling your nose at him which drew a rumbly laugh through his chest.
“You’re cute when you worry.”
“And you’re cute when you’re alive,” you turned your head back to the screen, settling deeper into the hold of his arm. Your hands snaked around his bicep and he flexed it a bit, pulling you closer. It was barely nine o’clock, but the stress of the week was catching up to your body. Something about being in Colt’s arms always made you relax. Tension started melting away in the safety of his embrace, and you began to nod off. For someone always on the move, Colt found it impossible not to slow down for you. He noticed the soft snores escaping your lips, and grabbed the remote to turn the movie volume down. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and rested his cheek against it in an embrace, heart softening at the simplicity of it all.
Content to watch the rest of the movie before heading to bed, he propped his left hand behind his head and shifted his focus back and forth from the screen to the girl he loved pressed against his arm. He tucked his fingers under the waistband of your sweats and splayed them against the warmth of your skin. It made something switch on inside of him. A hunger he had to repress when he was far from you, but you looked so beautiful like this. No make up, no nice work clothes, just clean skin and an old tee shirt of his hugging your body. It wasn’t his fault that his cock started to twitch when he thought about what your body looked like under that shirt, under him completely.
Colt swallowed thickly and waited out the last few scenes of the movie, feeling guilty about potentially waking you, but reminding himself that you were free to sleep in tomorrow. When the screen turned black, he switched the tv off and turned himself further towards you. He took greedy handfuls of your hip, groaning in a tortured way in your ear.
You stirred from the touch, humming softly on the edge of sleep.
“Hey pretty girl,” his voice was low. He brushed hair back behind your ear and pressed scruffy kisses to your jaw. You hummed again and turned to meet his mouth. The kisses were messy, and the tension registered as electric as soon as you were fully awake.
“Couldn’t wait any longer,” he whined between kisses. “Not with your tits all pressed against me. And all this,” he took a handful of your ass and jiggled it, growling and nipping at your throat.
“Missed you,” your voice was heavy with sleep as you loosened your grip on his arm and turned to your back.
Colt didn’t waste a second. He swung his legs over your hips and settled his weight against your pelvis. His cock was pressed against your thigh where it sat heavy in his joggers, aching for you, for this.
His hands lifted your shirt up to your neck so he could knead the flesh of your breasts with both hands. He pinched both nipples and leaned down to press his tongue against the right one, sucking it into his mouth and groaning into your skin while his other hand continued to work your other nipple. You squirmed beneath him, reaching to stroke his shaft through the fabric of his pants, rubbing your thumb over the tip where it had already begun to leak precum.
“‘M’not gonna make it to the bed,” he whined while you rubbed his length.
“You can fuck me right here, baby,” your voice was gravelly from sleep still.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he took a second to suck on your left nipple, the roughness of his beard scratching the tender skin. He pulled away quickly to tug your shirt the rest of the way off your head, fully exposing your torso to him. His hands ran down the sides of your ribs, taking pleasure in the softness of your skin before he reached your hips, dipping his hands beneath your waistband once more to drag your pants down. You lifted your ass up and kicked your feet to fully free your legs, and he hitched your right thigh up over his hip so he could get a better look at the shining desire already gathering. He slipped two fingers into the wetness and pumped them into you easily.
“Fuuuuuck,” he breathed out. “All this for me, baby?”
You continued to stroke his cock with one hand, and raised your other to cradle his cheek and tug firmly at his hair. “I told you I missed you,” you breathed out.
He turned his mouth to press a kiss to your palm, impossibly tender while he was knuckle deep in your cunt. “Your pussy feels so good already. Been dreaming about this,” he fucked his hand into you faster, reaching his thumb up to roughly rub your aching clit. His other hand played with your nipples till the pressure built quickly. Colt could feel you start to tighten around his fingers, and he quickened his pace.
“Time for number one already?” He asked cockily, smirking down at you while you tried to keep your composure.
“Still keeping count?” You quipped, but your breasts were heaving as your heart raced. Sweat coated your body already.
“You know I want to beat my high score,” he leaned down and shoved his tongue in your gaping mouth. You moaned against his mouth, taking his bottom lip between your teeth.
“Come for me, baby,” he whined, “I wanna feel you.”
His eyes locked with yours as he kept his dizzying pace, watching your eyes go wide as you rode out your first orgasm on his fingers. “Shit, Colt,” you gasped, whining as you tightened around him.
“Yeeeeaaaahhhh, that’s my fucking girl,” he grunted through gritted teeth as he fucked you with his fingers until your walls relaxed again. “God you moan so pretty,” he pulled his fingers from inside you and licked them clean.
He scooted himself down on the couch and went straight into licking up the rest of the mess he had made. He pressed kisses to your thighs and licked deep inside of your still sensitive hole, groaning obscenely at the taste. Your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly as he worked you with his tongue, paying special attention to your clit and licking it roughly until your thighs were trembling around his thick neck. His shoulders were so broad as they hooked your legs open and you were mesmerized at the sight.
“Colt,” you gasped.
“I can take another one, baby,” he mumbled, still nose deep in your pussy.
One of his hands reached up to squeeze your nipple again and you were soon careening over the edge again. You wondered if this part of the thrill was why he did what he did every day.
“Babe,” you whined long and loud as you quivered against his tongue.
“Fuck!” He almost shouted as you spasmed around him, legs shaking so badly you couldn’t stand if your life depended on it.
“Please fuck me,” you gasped, back arching from the heat where he had touched you.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck that pussy, baby,” he laughed, pulling his pants down and letting his cock finally spring free. The head glistened in the warm light of his living room, and you reached to feel it bare on your skin, stroking it quickly.
His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned his head back. “Your hand feels so much better than mine.”
“My mouth feels even better,” you proposed, cocking an eyebrow.
“Tomorrow,” he groaned. “Because if you do that now, I’ll blow a load down your throat, and what a waste that would be.” He reached down to rub his fingers through your folds again, and you jumped at the touch.
Colt hitched both of your hips up, slotting himself so he was fucking straight down into you. He buried himself deep, both of you moaning lewdly at the way you fit together.
“Feels so fucking good,” he breathed. His cheeks and chest were flushed, shining with sweat. He tossed his head back to shake his bangs out of his eyes and you reached to grab onto his hips. Every muscle on his torso was taut like he had just finished a workout, and you let yourself enjoy the sight of him fucking himself into you. The slap of skin as his hips met yours. The way your body molded to his, taking him in like a practiced dance.
“I’m so full of you already,” you breathed out. You reached up to hold the back of his neck, locking eyes with him. Colt leaned forward to share a messy kiss.
“Gonna fill you up even more in a minute,” he licked into your mouth while he continued to bury his cock deep inside you, hitting what felt like the very end of yourself. “Right there,” he grunted. “Gonna fill you with cum right there,” his pupils were wide and desperate now. The lines of his neck straining as he tried to hold himself together.
You angled your hips to take him just a bit deeper and his eyes rolled back.
“God damn,” he grunted through gritted teeth. Your whole body was like a bowstring ready to snap. “I’m gonna, I’m,” he stuttered. He groaned so loud the neighbors surely heard as he emptied himself into you. Watching his chest heave and his mouth hang open, watching him come undone was enough to make you come once more. Your thighs trembled violently where they were locked around his waist.
“Yes baby, yes baby, yes baby,” he goaded you on as you spasmed around him one final time.
Colt exhaled deeply, before he pulled out, reaching down to give you a lingering, sweet kiss, his demeanor instantly softer.
“Sorry I woke you,” he murmured against your lips.”
“It’s okay, I had fun,” you smiled.
“I didn’t beat my high score. Let’s play again tomorrow,” he winked as he stood to his full height and stretched his back and arms, chiseled like a god and spent from getting out a week of longing for each other. He reached a hand down for you and pulled you up off the couch, lighting his hand on your bare hip once more.
“You’re staring,” he smiled against your mouth, stealing a quick kiss.
“You’re hot,” you retorted.
“Round two?” He asked eagerly with mischief in his eyes.
“Bed time,” you pushed his chest playfully towards the bathroom.
Sypnosis: "Papa Bear has a sweet request from Mama Bear"
Pairing: husband!Lars x wife!reader
Warning: / fluff / smut - !mdni! / breeding kink / established rs / creampies / lars!husband!dad / lars!needy / no bianca au / smut w minimal plot / no proof reading yet
Words Count: 2.2k
Note: I said I won’t be writing established relationship unless needy but Lars is excluded. And I swear to God, I wrote pure fluff and most wholesome ff before this but yall might find it lame. I’ll rewrite it or smth. Enjoy this for now.
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fan work made for entertainment purposes only. All rights and credits belong to the original creators. Any fictional elements or resemblance to real people or events are purely coincidental.
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You were in the kitchen when you heard Lars announce his arrival from work in the front door. Your 4 year old ran towards the living room as soon as he heard his papa coming. “Dada!”
“How was your day, bud? Did you help Mama today, huh?” You heard them from the living room.
You often welcome him with a kiss in the living room but since you were cooking for dinner you stayed in the kitchen. Heavy footsteps from boots towards the kitchen and you felt a hand on your waist from your back and he planted a kiss on your shoulder. “How’s my Mama Bear doin?”
“Pretty occupied today, thanks to mini you and the mess he made in the garage. He drew in the walls there. I guess his masterpiece is no longer just in the living room.” You said.
He shook his head and tutted, “Whatta bad boy, making Mama Bear tired.” His voice was still soft and gentle, as gentle as the kisses he put in your bare shoulder and neck. “I think Mama Bear deserves this then.” and he held out a bouquet filled with your favorite flowers, looking almost shy despite the proud smile hiding beneath his mustache.
“Aww Lars you don't have to.” You accepted the flowers before leaning in to give him a quick peck. You loved the way his mustache lifted whenever he smiled, how it always matched the softness in his eyes. And Lars—God, he loved seeing you happy over the little things he did for you. “Thank you, Papa Bear.”
That endearment wasn’t something discussed during the time you two were planning for family, but only when your son got hooked up with the Bear story that was read to him a night before to bed by Lars— who maybe exaggerated reenact the story. That could be the reason why it turns out to be his favorite bedtime story.
You turn to Lars who is helping his son to feed himself. There was no day that there was no giggles or laughter in this house. He made sure that we were comfortable in the place we built, bc for him home should be a place where we could be ourselves in our own skins. He is a father who would cut generational trauma and would never let his children experience the same time he went to.
Yes, that is what most parents think of, but knowing Lars’ past, you can say he did well in it.
Watching them happy would make 6 years ago you won’t believe how Lars had grown since then. He’d gained confidence, learned how to be at ease around people, and carried himself with a quiet certainty now. There was still a bit of that introverted side in him, but instead of holding him back, it kept him grounded—soft, humble, and unmistakably Lars.
His world only revolves around both of you, not only as priority but the only thing his interest lies on. There were some common thing he does, like going to church or maybe helping his brother and few but no other than that. You constantly remind him to make more friends inside or outside work but he insists. I guess something never changes in him.
Lars is the sweetest person you ever know, but these days it is different. He is way more than sweet. He would come home from work with your favorite champagne. Making breakfast everyday. He is consistently planning for future vacations, more than before. All of it was never demanded from him. And today are your favorite flowers that you only mentioned a few times in the past years to him.
On top of it, he's been so touchy these days. There’s really something going on with him.
After he put the little one in bed, he went straight to shower while you went to the bedroom to read a book.
You heard clicks of the bathroom door from the outside of the room but the footsteps seemed like they went to the kitchen first. You continued to focus on what you were reading, that you didn't even bother to look at your husband as he entered the room but only hearing some minimal distraction like burning matches and some scent of your choice.
Lars places a small charcuterie board in the nightstand beside you. “That’s so sweet of you.”
“Anything for you, hun.” He said as he crawled to your side.
He leaned his back on the head board and interlocked his hand, which seemed like getting enough courage to ask you for something. He brushed his hair back, keeping it neatly in place before sliding his arms in the back of your neck so that you can use it as a pillow still keeping you close at the same level as him— making sure you’ll smell the perfume he showered on himself.
He started, “What are you reading?”
“Just some parenting stuff.” You answered him.
“Mama Bear’s already great at parenting.” He said and placed a small kiss on your forehead.
“Never enough” You response
“Can Papa Bear— uhm— ask for some of Mama Bear’s attention?” He asked.
You take a glimpse of him, “What do Papa Bear want?” and go back to the book again.
Since you are almost leaning to his chest, You noticed the sudden heaviness of up and down of his chest. Lars’ pounding heart. This could mean one thing. He doesn't ask it directly but he’s showing signs and even making your son excited about the idea.
“Uhm nothing much…” He said
“What is it, sweetie?” you asked, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously before he answered. “Papa Bear wants a second baby bear.”
and there's the flushed Lars and you always knew. He was never pushy but with all of the signs you’ve seen recently, it indeed shows how bad he wanted it.
“But Baby bear is just four.” You said
“He is four already and—” Lars said while his hand was already busy caressing my arms, keeping me close to him.
He sat up, “.....and I see us as a family of four.” He softly said before meaning back to you and placing a kiss on your neck. His mustache sends more tickle as it brushes to your neck with his newly grown shaved beard.
“Was that too much to ask, Mama Bear?” He softly whispered to your ears with full neediness to you.
“Lars— I— my book…” You can't even finish your words. You are indeed weak to his touch, and made you weaker when his warm breath touches your skin. “Papa bear needs Mama bear so much.” last thing he said before claiming your lips and taking the book off your head and placing it aside without breaking the kiss.
Sliding in between your legs was like surrendering his neediness to you. “I want to feel you tonight…” definitely meant your choice of contraceptives, condom. You never heard him complain about it but based on how he gripped your thigh right now, he badly wants to feel you raw.
Your hand slides under his sweater which causes him to groan while on his way to your cheeks and ears. The warmth you gave to him was enough to lose the sweater. He did remove it, and reveal his lightly above average weight dad bod. Him kneeling in between your thighs was a really nice view.
Lars went back up to you and plants kissed on your bare chest. You tried not to make a sound when he started to rub his growing crotch in your core but a gasp escaped from your lips. You can feel him smiling while kissing your collarbone. “You're so beautiful, hun.” He whispered.
From his hand on your thigh, He took the hem of your night gown to take it off. You gladly helped him, lifting your back just enough, your eyes never leaving his while the soft fabric slipped between his fingers.
He will never get tired of staring at your body. He found those stretch marks beautiful, marks from giving birth to his child. The belly was something he adores and made him also wonder how it is not visible when you are wearing anything.
His hands were all over you, he loved worshipping your body.
He got off the bed to remove his pants, joining you naked in the bed. His cock spring out the moment he slipped his underwear off. His size was impressive, but what mostly made it stand out was his massive thickness. You can still recall how scared you were the first time seeing it.
Jump back on top of you. You reached him out and wrapped your fingers around it. Lars jerked in surprise at how your fingers were. “Was it cold? I know where you can make it warm.” You whispered to see his face turn red.
Lars claims your lips again, giving you longer but gentle kisses. He did not fight for dominance of his tongue towards you but you let him freely. His cock was rubbing directly to your folds causing more wetness in there. and now you are getting more impatient.
“I haven't heard—” plants a kiss “—Mama Bear’s agreeing.”
“For God’s sake, Lars. Put it on me.” You frowned. He nodded fast and followed what you said. aligned himself to your entrance and thrust in slowly.
You felt again the familiar pain of adjusting to his size as he added inch and inch towards you. Mouth parted open and his eyes were shut, feeling your walls around him. “Is Mama Bear okay?” He asked and kissed your neck again. You nod.
On that cue, he started to move inside you.
You love the sound he is making every pound he makes on you. It was helpless. He certainly wants this, wants you. You felt his nails dig to your waist or thigh, wherever his hand landed. But then you almost screamed out when he pushed all the way through the base and even pulled your waist towards him.
You're so irresistible in his perspective that he couldn't help but to take more of you. “H-hun… Oh.. I miss this.. no stupid plastics~” He whimpers to your ears while never missing a second thrusting onto you.
His thrusts went slower but also his hand went up to give your breast a message and his lips reached for another one. In the sync of his thrust and sucking your breast sends you different shivers inside you.
The room was filled with the music of your combined moan and his whine. You wrapped your legs around his torsos and pulled him deeper into you. “You are so beautiful…” he repeated softly, like he still couldn’t believe you were right there beneath him.
He took your hand gently and pinned it above your head, fingers intertwining with yours as if he needed the closeness just as much as the kiss he was about to steal from you. You knew he was that near when he buried his face to your neck and kept calling for your name. “Hun.. hun, I am— I am n— ” His voice was desperate, pleading for you.
A familiar tension building up inside you as Lars kept hitting the same spot. Your hands were nowhere and the best thing you got is the poor bedsheets to grip on. “Oh Lars— I am near— Gosh— keep going sweetie.” While the poor Lars kept pounding on you while holding himself from exploding. But he knew he couldn't hold it for long.
“Am I d-doing it— ohh— right?” His mouth was kept in your ears while half of his face was buried in your pillows. “Yes, Lars. on that spot…. please..”
His groan turns to howl in your pillow so he won’t unnecessarily wake up your son but your random squeezes around him are not so helpful.“Shi— Sorry sorry— I am.. I am coming! I am coming!” and continuously chanting your name. As much as he wanted to, he wanted to come along with you, but you are too much to handle for him.
body jerking with his throbbing, cumming dick inside you, It did not take you another second when you hit your peak. Your lips parted with deep gasp left your throat. Lars helped you by going all in to you for some minutes of your climax.
Both of you left breathless without moving an inch from each other.
“Sorry, I came first before Mama Bear.” He whispered and kissed your shoulder.
“No, don’t be sorry. Papa bear did great.”
When you asked him to move, he gently protested. “Can we stay for a few minutes?” You know he is keeping his belief of keeping it inside for a higher chance of getting his seeds to you fast.
“Don’t have any doubt, sweetie. You gave me a gallon. Surely in billions of it, there will be one who will make it.” You boldly said to him, making him blush again while biting his lips before pulling out of you. Prioritize to help you get cleaned up before himself.
After a quick warm bath with him, you cuddle with your loving husband and you couldn't wish for anything more than to be in his warm fluffy arms.
notes: based on this genius request!! thank you! <3 tried to make this one pure smut with less backstory to satisfy your freaky needs 😎
Ever since you and Lars had the baby the two of you never really had the chance to have an evening to yourself. Lars mostly made sure you were resting as much as possible and took care of you more than you needed, regardless of how many times you told him you were fine. One night after he put the baby to sleep he walked to the bedroom where you sat on the bed.
“Lars, you look exhausted,” you chuckled but there was concern in your voice.
“I’m fine,” he smiled at you.
You knew he didn’t mean it and was just trying to do all the work so you don’t get tired yourself. You thought it was time to return the favour.
You took off your shirt as Lars watched intently, shocked at the act but not being able to look away. He licked his lips as soon as you removed your bra as well.
“Come here,” you patted the empty area next to you. Lars came to sit by you, ready to do whatever you tell him.
“Want mommy to take care of you?”
Lars gulped, he loved that term so much it almost made him cum right then and there when you said it. “Yes,” he said quietly, puppy blue eyes looking into yours.
“Lie down, I’ll help you relax.” You smiled and gently guided him to rest his head on your lap with his back on the mattress. Lars wanted to ignore your breasts, to try and be a gentleman, but you just had to lower yourself just enough to make your nipple graze his lip. He involuntarily whimpered, his hands fiddling with one another nervously as he waited for you permission to act.
“You’re feeling tense, baby?” You palmed him through his pants, feeling a thick bulge.
“V-very tense,” he panted, trying to lock eyes with you.
You unbuckled his belt and slid his underwear down just enough to make his dick spring free, his tip already sticky with clear liquid.
“Can I-“ his voice cracked and he softly cleared his throat. “Can I please, um,” he shyly pointed to your chest. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his ears.
You brought your other hand to caress his head, “mhm,” you nodded. Lars gave your nipple a timid lick with his tongue, not sure if he’s allowed to go all the way.
“Don’t be shy,” you cooed and began to slowly pump him while spreading the precum all over his length.
Lars’ eyelid fluttered shut as he let out a quiet moan, taking your advice and beginning to passionately kiss your breast. He was licking and sucking, getting lost in the feeling of your soft flesh in his mouth. You continued playing with his hair as you stroked him faster. Drops of milk began covering his tongue the harder he sucked on your nipple. He brought one of his hands to put behind your back, trying to get closer to you.
“So good,” he mumbled against your skin. “Mommy tastes so good.”
“You’ve been working so hard, Lars,” you murmured, “you deserve to feel good too.”
“T-thank you, mommy,” he whimpered loudly, forgetting he should be quiet at this time.
His breathing quickened and you could tell he was already so close from the lack of action he’s been getting for the past few months. You flattened your hand and rubbed it over the sensitive tip, making Lars’ hips stutter. “I want you to cum for me, okay?”
Lars opened his eyes, “ngh- yes, yes, I’ll cum fr’ you.”
“I want every single drop, Lars, can you do that for me?” You asked.
He knew exactly what it meant, you were going to overstimulate him until he saw stars. Lars wanted to cry from happiness once you said that. “Yes!” He nodded, “I can d-do that.”
“Good boy,” you stroked him at a faster rhythm now, bringing him closer for release. Lars was a moaning mess, already so excited to give you his all. His hips rolling upwards, desperate for release.
“I’m gonna- ah! I’m gonna cum!” He managed to moan out before his sweater became covered in white liquid, slowly soaking into the soft fabric.
You let out a fake gasp, “oh, goodness, what a mess!” His cheeks reddened as you now slightly tugged on the hairs right above the back of his neck. “Are you gonna make a bigger mess for me? Huh?”
“Y-yes!” He squeaked. Your hand kept moving and he jolted.
“Come on, baby, one more,” you encouraged him.
“M-mommyyy,” he whined, his hand on your back flying to your shoulder to ground him. He was already twitching in your hand. He could feel himself get closer again as tears formed in his eyes. His mouth fell open as he tried to have any sort of friction with his tongue against you until he released all over his clothes once again without warning.
“Thank you! G-gosh, thank you thank you-“ he babbled, a habit of his once he gets overwhelmed with pleasure. This orgasm was stronger than the last, his legs were shaking on the bed and he could barely hold his head up.
“Lars, you’re being such a good boy for me tonight,” you brought your hands to hold his cheek and rubbed your thumb over the hot skin. “You have more in you, I know it.”
Lars didn’t know if he would make it, this was getting slightly painful for him. He was whimpering in pain and his body tried to get away from the overstimulation.
“H-hurts!” He yelped. Sweat began to cover his forehead as you kept moving your hand. The two of you had a specific safe word and you knew he was able to say it at any given moment.
“Just one more, can you do that for mommy?”
Oh, how you knew to make him melt with your words. Wanting to make you proud of him was one of his top priorities and he was ready to risk it all for you.
He let out a shaky breath, “yes.” He felt so safe in your arms it almost took away any form of pain.
“Such a good boy, Lars,” you pet his hair. “Say it.”
“I’m a g-good boy,” he stuttered, feeling that same familiar knot in his stomach again. “Mmm good boy f-for youuu,” his voice was now higher.
“Let it out, baby, c’mon.”
A series of girly moans escaped him as he came for the third time. His sweater was soaked and ruined from all the cum and you finally let go of his dick. He threw his head back and put a hand on his chest to catch his breath, feeling slightly dizzy. You kept petting his hair, making him come to his senses in the gentlest way possible.
He looked down to see his now wet clothes and then up back at you. “Was I good?”
You chuckled and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “The best.
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