Just your friendly neighborhood coffee addict. Call me Wolf or Jen, 32. Amateur author who started writing for fandom many moons ago and has yet to resurface. Don't @ me i'm not coming back up. My blog is a mess of whatever Fandom i've jumped head first into, and currently, they are Stranger Things, MCU/Marvel, Lord of the Rings/Hobbit, Lucifer, Psych, and The Umbrella Academy. My Twitter: Black-wolf066 (if it's still active at this point) Youtube: Blackwolf066 A03: blackwolf066
I've decided to make a new introduction since the other is old and outdated, and I wanted things to be easier for app users to navigate.
I go by Jen or Wolf, and I'm a multi fandom blogger and shipper (both of the canon and non-canon/rare pair variety) who will reblog whatever suits the fancy at the time--be it the fandoms I'm currently in or random things. There will be times where I reblog adult content/themed works/writing, so minors please do not engage. For followers who are not interested in that stuff, I try to tag adult content as #nsfw and #n.s.f.w (but this 2nd tag is for things I may occasionally create and post) so feel free to block both tags.
I also dabble in writing and can be found on my Ao3 account: blackwolf066
My asks are always open for anyone, anonymous or otherwise, to chat and nerd out with me!
For anyone interested, I have written publicly for the fandom's "Once Upon a Time" "The Umbrella Academy" and "Agents of Shield" (You can find some of them on my Ao3 account and the rest through the master link that can be found below).
Currently I'm writing for the "Stranger Things" fandom (mostly my ideas for Billy/OC, Billy/Reader stories and i'm hoping to post a few Billy and Max centric stories in terms of them repairing their sibling relationship and becoming the found family i feel they deserve to be).
My asks are also always open for writing prompts but i can’t always promise that my muse will cooperate or that I will get to them in a timely manner, so please be patient with me.
FANFICTION/WRITING MASTER LISTS FOR:
Once Upon a Time
The Umbrella Academy
Stranger Things
Groundhog Inspired Season 2 AU Idea -- A Gen fic idea (with canon romantic pairings being mostly background as I want the story to be Billy and Max centric only) where Billy and Max repeat the same week, starting just the day before they first start school in Hawkins to the day after the Gate closes in Canon.
Billy/OC story idea & The Curious Case of the Cheating Spouse (Snippet for now, full story still in the works)-- Basically a Time skip to 10 years later (1995ish) where Season 3 ended differently and Billy Survived (not season 4 compliant). OC (Celeste Erickson) is a Private Investigator and Billy ends up joining as her partner after helping with 2 of her major cases.
You Tease -- A Billy Hargrove x Reader smut piece
Marvel/MCU
Agents of Shield Ghost Rider and Daisy AU Idea-- Daisy/Robbie rewrite where Ghost Rider is with them from the start of season 1. [PART ONE] [PART TWO]
I promise I'm not dead. I've just been dealing with a lot of stress and dealing with a lot of toxic issues at my job and it's really starting to take a toll on my sanity and mental health.
I saw the recent release update for when Stranger Things 5 comes out, and I'm soooo freaking excited about it. But I don't have the energy to really geek out over it right now.
Hopefully, in the next couple of weeks, once I speak to my union to see what my options are, I might be a little more active. If not, I will be continuing to look for a new job, so I might still be pretty quiet until things settle enough that I feel like I'm no longer drowning and can breathe again.
The thing i don’t get about people who are so set on hating on Billy, even after watching season 3, is the absolute certainty that he was not a human being - a boy - capable of change.
Like. Come on. Everything could have happened during the seven months that separated s2 from s3. For what we know, in that fragment of time billy could have apologized to steve. to lucas. both Sadie and Dacre said that billy had been respecting her boundaries, they were not friends yet but at least they had started to be civil towards each other.
Max looked DESPERATE as she saw him crying in the sauna. She was devastated by his death, so much that she wanted to join him.
And this is not only because he was her brother, but because she had seen potential. in him. to change.
It's like people forget Billy was a traumatized teenager who had no friends nor family to help him recover and become a better man. It's so hard to get up when you're on your own and the one thing you know, beside abandonment, is just anger.
billy with a chunky bulldog named zep who moves in next door to steve.
steve doesnt even know he has a new neighbor until one day he's in the backyard sunbathing and suddenly has 50 pounds of dog in his lap, staring at him slobbering all over him just panting right in his face
once steve gets over the initial shock of having a strange animal jump on him and realizes the dog is pretty chill he takes to scratching him and baby talking and asking where he came from, and thats when he hears a booming voice yelling from over the fence and the dog barks in response but makes no effort to move
so soon a hot blond in a cut off tee and denim shorts, curls in a pony tail, is breaking into steves backyard and steve has to assume this guy is the dogs owner
billys calling zeppe over and he finally gets off steve. billys apologizing promising it wont happen again - knows how a certain group of people get real uppity about dogs and quite honestly he's willing to commit murder if anyone tries taking the dog away from him so
but steve - once he manages to put his tongue back in his mouth - is saying no worries, the dog was fine but jokingly adds on he must not be very obedient
to which billy responds "or maybe i just trained him to sniff out the cute ones."
kind of vibing with the idea that after it all Jonathan starts a photography class and ropes Billy in as his model. Billy’s fine with it because he knows he looks good, but Jon pushes him into fun, exciting new ways to be seen and it draws Billy’s personality even more.
By the end Jonathan’s portfolio is filled with some of his favourite images like a warm, golden lit full body shot of Billy slightly out of focus, his head tilted down, hair falling into his eyes as he holds one arm out with Max dangling from it as he teasingly swings her out of the water of a pool, her hair thrown back and streaming down her face wildly as she laughs.
One of Billy lying in the back of his car with his eyes cut to the side and his jacket tucked in beside him like he’s been caught from a nap but it’s moody and blue-toned like the night and his face is enigmatic and turned from the camera.
Another, almost too-close-up that is almost claustrophobic of Billy’s mouth and lower jaw, capturing the shine of his lower lip and drawing the eye to a scar nearly hidden in the curve of his lip. One of Billy’s upper body from the back as he stands facing an empty road, moonlight catching on wayward curls, the line of his shoulders tilted as he draws his hands up, just barely caught in the corner is a pair of feet in dark boots, like someone is approaching, eerie and seductive.
When it comes to the audience viewing billy hargrove I think a modern lens deeply detaches them from the reality of how severely fucked child protection was back in the 70s/80s
Not that it’s really much better now like you still hear horror stories, but culturally we’re a lot more aware and concerned about things like abuse.
Back when billy was growing up nobody would really bat an eye at you smacking your kid around so long as they didn’t like land in the hospital or something.
You’d have young girls turning tricks on the street and the cops arresting them only cared that they were prostitutes, not that grown men were paying to fuck children
Society back then was not built to protect the “troubled kids”. This is the environment billy was trying to survive in. And yet people ask why he didn’t get away from neil why didn’t he do this why didn’t he do that
Where was he gonna go? Best case scenario he ran away from home and ended up on the streets.
When people judge billy it will never not come off as someone speaking from incredibly privilege. And yall only ever wanna point to the success stories of people overcoming abuse and remaining good and pure or whatever bullshit
But what do you say to all the kids who have to resort to horrible things to keep themselves alive? Who don’t come out nice and innocent and friendly. Are they not worthy of a second chance because of how they responded to their trauma? Cuz that shit is still going on today. We’ve come further as a society but if you think there aren’t still kids like billy running around neglected and lashing out you’re crazy. You’re gonna sit here and tell me those kids don’t deserve healing?
Not very specific but I neeeeeed just a fic of Billy being absolutely desperate. Maybe his girl has been at work all day and he’s been at half mast since she left, but when she finally gets back they realize they are out of condoms, so he’s left to desperately rut between her thighs. Gripping her hips so hard he leaves marks while sloppily mouthing her neck. Basically I’m just a sucker for desperate Billy (but not desperate enough to risk an unplanned pregnancy)💀🤣
Feel free to add plot or just porn without plot, I’m not picky 😅 (I do prefer established relationship tho)
xxx
Baby, I got you 😘
Title: It's So Hard, Baby
Billy Hargrove x Female Reader
Warnings: Morning wood, language, horny Billy, kissing, rutting, cumming, he's a good boy, waiting for you all day
My Masterlist in case you need more Billy (Feel free to DM me or leave a comment below if you would like to be on my tag list for future fics)
Billy's eyes snap open, cock throbbing. Pretty much a daily thing. Waking up with a raging hard-on, cock aching, pushing through the fabric of whatever he's wearing, this morning though, he happens to be laying here completely naked. Light breeze coming through the window doing little to help with the sweltering Indiana summer heat. AC is shot, something else he's been meaning to fix, in the long list of things to fix in the shitty little apartment you two share.
Looks down at the mess he's made on himself, leaking pre cum all over his abs, slipping down his cock like a friggin' faucet. Fuck, that must have been some dream. Can't remember for sure, something about you laying under him, tits bouncing as he fucked into you senseless.
His cock aching for release. Reaches down and wraps a fist around himself, giving a few rough strokes over his thickness. So hard it hurts. Needs to cum badly. Thinking about your tight, wet little pussy clenching around his big cock.
Glances over at you, his perfect girl. You're facing away from him and he feels this surge of desperate love for you, which isn't anything different from what he feels every damn time he looks at you. It kind of consumes him, makes him feel overwhelmed sometimes, makes his cock ache, always so desperate for your touch.
He drinks in the sight of your gorgeous shape, eyeing over those delicious curves as the sun makes your skin glow like you're some kind of angel, and to him you are. Pajama shorts riding up your ass, showing off the fullness of your cheeks. Adjusts his massive boner, never felt so damn hard in his entire life.
Rolls over, scooting himself as close as he can get, against you. Nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. Fuck, you smell so good, vanilla or something. He can't quite figure it out, but it makes him feral. Squeezes your hip, thick fingers sinking into your softness.
If you were awake you could feel the thick outline of his cock pressing itself against your ass, slipping softly between your clothed cheeks. His hand slips across your hip and slowly slides across your belly, pulling you tighter against him.
You mumble, half asleep and Billy chuckles. Grinding his hips, hard length slipping up and down the crack of your ass over your pajama shorts. Friction feels too good against his naked cock. Soft little huffs of his breath making your hair dance every time he exhales. Hand slides up further, giving your tit a rough squeeze through your tank top.
"Fuck" He huffs out in a whisper, losing himself in the feeling of your warm soft body against his. Too much, feels too good. Could seriously cum right now, just rutting against you, smelling you, enveloped in your warmth.
"Billy?" You ask, sleepily and then giggle, pushing your butt back against him.
He groans rather dramatically, feeling that perfect ass push back against his aching cock, which only makes you giggle more, your eyes still closed. You smile to yourself, he feels so nice, so warm, so hard against you, smells so good... but that sun does seem awful bright.. suddenly your eyes burst open and you glance at the bedside clock.
"Oh Shit! Shit, Shit, Shit! Baby, I'm gonna be late!" You yell, quickly sitting up.
"You remember what happened last time I was late for work! Said they would fire me!" Your trying to get the sheet untangled from around your calf as you jolt up from the bed, your hair a wild mess. You desperately try to get your bearings, glancing around the room, forgetting momentarily what you're supposed to do first.
"Jesus, can't you just take a few more minutes, babe? I'm hard as a fuckn' rock here." He whines, eyebrows furrowed.
"Just tell them you had some... I don't know, personal issues." He says, seriously feeling like his balls are so tight he's going to nut, right here, all over the sheets. Would rather you help him instead of having to do it himself. He sits up slowly, blue eyes watching you as you grab clothes and scurry off to the bathroom to get ready. He grunts at the loss of your warm body leaving him. Aggravated, he swings his thick thighs over the side of the bed, his dick stick straight, sitting flush against his tanned abs.
Your voice coming through the open doors of both the bathroom and the bedroom where Billy sits. "I promise baby, as soon as I get back from work, okay?" You yell, trying to hurry.
"Fuck's sake." Billy mutters under his breath, standing up, his thick cock jutting out as he stares at his disheveled state in the mirror. Running a hand through his beautiful messy bedhead of curls, some come down into his eyes, others sticking up straight. Turns to the side and flexes his bicep, stares at his cock in the reflection. Wraps his fist around it, slowing stroking, watching himself in the mirror. He looks like an Adonis, summer tan at its peak. Mouth open slightly, making a cute little O shape. Strokes faster, his breath coming out in little huffs as he pictures you on your knees in front of him, your pretty eyes looking up at him as you swallow his monster cock. Wants to fuck your mouth desperately. "Mmm", God, he's so close.. just a few more strokes and...
You come rushing back into the bedroom looking like a vision of beauty, all ready to leave for your shift at the restaurant where you work part-time. He could just stare at you all day. Most beautiful thing he's ever seen, but you looked beautiful the moment you woke up.
"No, no, no!" You scold. He's just about to protest, but then you take his big hands in yours and hold them firmly behind his back, looking up at him with your pretty little doe eyes.
"You need to be a good boy. Don't you dare cum!" You say, making his head swim. Wants to throw you down on the bed and ruin that lipgloss. The way you're looking up at him. Fuck, your dirty mouth enough to make him blow his fucking load right here. Imagines it, cumming right here, all over your work skirt.
Blue eyes staring down at you, his tongue dances across his bottom lip. Doesn't want to admit that you surprised him just now, by being suddenly a little feisty, a little dominant. Wouldn't admit to how much that makes his dick ache. Seriously way too fuckn' hot. You are most definitely NOT helping the situation.
"I just have to work through the lunch shift today, I'll be back by 3, okay?" You kiss his nose and give his girthy cock a rough squeeze, staring straight into those baby blues.
"Mmm," he pouts.
"You can be a good boy for me, can't you?" Your smile all soft and cute, biting your lip.
"Mhm... yeah, I can be good for you." He groans, hips jerk up into your hand aggressively, lips parted and these sweet little huffs come out as he fucks into your hand.
"Save it all for me baby." You smile sweetly up at him, letting go of his throbbing length as it bobs sadly back against his stomach. You grab your keys and head out the door, kissing his chin on the way out. His jaw flexes, hearing as the front door slams shut and you drive off. You walking off is a physical ache. Misses you already.
"Jesus, how the fuck... " He grumbles, his hand gripping his thick shaft, stroking it once, twice, feeling how heavy and hot it is. Thinking about your tits bouncing as you walked out he door just now.
"Shit. Fine, fuck. I can do this." He grumbles, reluctantly letting go of himself. Huffs and looks down at his angry cock. "Easy now, buddy." He talks to it, watching it throbbing subtly with the beat of his heart.
Strides over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and slinging it over his hips as he turns the shower tap as cold as it will go. Maybe if he cools off he can cool himself down.
Hops in, the icy water momentarily softening his cock slightly, but within moments it's perking back up again. Imagining you in there with him. Thoughts of his big hands soaping up your beautiful, bouncy tits. Can feel their weight in each palm.
Closes his eyes and tries to concentrate on washing off his sweaty body, soaping up his big cock and heavy balls, trying desperately to avoid lingering too long on them, but visions of you all soaped up pop back into his mind, your sweet ass, slipping his cock in between those cheeks....
"FUCK!" He shuts the water off. Grabs a pair of old basketball shorts, leftover from his high school days, the green fabric a little faded. Tugs them up past his muscular thighs, which have grown even more since back then. The tiny shorts so tight and small that they do little to hide his massive bulge, cock and balls clearly outlined against the worn cotton.
Smirks at himself in the full length mirror, taking in the sight. His tan muscular body, been working out hard for years, proud of the way he looks. Water droplets slipping down his toned abs, running down along the little strip of blonde hair leading to the pink tip of his hard dick. The little happy trail just for you. That little pout you get when he just shaves it off without warning. Makes him laugh, how much it turns you on.
The way the shorts hug his ass and show off his package is sinful and always makes you crazy horny. Knows exactly how much you love it when he wears these old things. His big bulge standing there like a tent pole pointing straight up and jumping and twitching with every little move he makes. Shit, wishes you could see this, wishes you were here with him right now.
Rubs his hands over his face. How the hell is he going to survive until 3 o'clock?
Decides to be productive. Spends the next hour engrossed in taking apart the washing machine, determined to distract himself and get some shit done around the apartment on his day off. Needs to keep his hands busy or they'll end up wrapped around his dick, which still happens every few minutes anyway. His cock half mast the whole time since you left and he can't help but daydream about bending you over the dryer and rutting into you hard and fast. Your tight little pussy weeping all over his massive rock hard cock, making you cry out. All those beautiful little noises you make...
He grunts as he tightens the last bolt, pretty sure he's fixed it, despite the fantasies. Stands and wipes his hands on a dirty towel, then pushes the washer back against the wall where it started. Decides to test the machine by throwing in a load of laundry.
Grabs handfuls of dirty clothes from the basket sitting nearby, slowing down when your cute little panties come into his hand, brings them to his nose for a deep whiff, lingering too long with them to his nose before throwing them in the wash. Fuck, you smell like flowers... and sex. Makes his cock throb and ache, craving to be buried inside your warm, wet cunt. Knows he's torturing himself, but he can't stop. The ache in his balls almost unbearable. Needs to feel connected to you somehow. Ruts himself softly against the washer, but he's only making things worse. He gets frustrated and quickly turns the basket upside down, dumping the rest of the clothes into the machine, closing the lid.
Washer works fine. Now what. He needs to do something else, and quick.
Big sigh escapes his lips as he plops down onto the couch, legs spread unnecessarily wide, dick peeking out of the top of his waistband, angry and red now, abs wet again from the excessive amount of pre cum, feeling like he needs another shower. Feels dirty and hot, horny and seriously frustrated, so desperate for you mouth, your tits, your pussy... just you.
TV blaring a local basketball game but he's barely paying attention, can't concentrate. Mind too focused on the painfully hard cock barely contained within his tiny shorts. Flips through the channels, trying to find something, anything to pass the time before you come home. But it's no use, every damn commercial showing bikini clad girls bouncing around selling beer, or cars, or whatever. MTV showing half naked babes prancing around. He's so fucking turned on right now, it's impossible. Shuts the tv off, head resting against the back of the couch. Turns his head to the side to see one of your Victoria Secret catalogs sitting on the end table. Picks it up and flips through the pages imaging you in every lacy bra or tiny thong.
"Fuck baby, you're better looking than any girl in here." He says out loud to no one. Imagines your perfect tits spilling out of the cups, your ass barely covered by the thin little fabric of the lacy panties, your sexy legs in the silky stockings and your beautiful hips, god how he loves your hips, wrapped up like a gift in a pretty garter belt.
"FUCK!" That's it. He can't do this. Needs you right now! Even just to hear your pretty voice.
Grabs the phone receiver and calls you at work. Feels even more frustrated when he hears your soft beautiful voice after asking for you and waiting what seemed like forever for you to come to the phone.
"Billy? Is everything okay?" You ask. He never calls you at work and you're thinking something must be wrong.
"Baby, I need you so fuckn' bad. Can't wait anymore... think my balls might explode... please... leave work early, tell them you're sick." He whines over the line.
You've never heard him so needy before. "Billy? I promise, your balls are fine. Honey, it's so busy here right now. Not much longer, okay? I gotta go... love you!" You hang up and his head falls back against the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling, phone still pressed against his cheek.
His belly rumbles and he remembers he hasn't eaten anything. It's honestly too hot. Usually starving all the time but today he's too preoccupied with thoughts of you.
Goes to the kitchen anyway for something to do, opens the freezer for some ice and sees a box of popsicles. One arm resting against the frame of the fridge, the other holding open the door, he just stares at them for a beat. The cold air feels good against his sweaty brow as a filthy little thought floods his mind, causing his cock to throb.
A little moan escapes his lips, imagining your plump soft lips wrapped around the tip of a red cherry popsicle, your pink tongue swirling around the tip, licking at it, as it slowly melts in your hot mouth. Imagines the sloppy slurping noises as he reaches down and grips his cock, giving it a slow stroke through his shorts. Wants to hold it, make you suck it for him, put on a show, your eyes looking up at his, your eager, sloppy, dripping mouth getting ready, preparing your needy mouth for him to fill with his thick hot cum...
Slams the door shut. "JESUS!" Seriously needs a smoke, yeah.
Heads to the stifling bedroom, lying down across the bed, staring up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin. His poor needy dick still torqued straight up as he lights a Marlboro Red, filling his lungs. Another fan beside him, blowing hot air on his sweaty skin. Sits the cigarette in the ashtray and closes his eyes.
Imagines you straddling him, completely naked, popsicle in your mouth, cherry juice dribbling down your chin and down your lucious tits. You're moaning and writhing your sweet bare pussy against his thick shaft. You make the sweetest, sexiest sounds. "My good boy..." You say, sticking the popsicle in his mouth...
His eyes open, hearing your key in the door. Glances at the clock. He must have fallen asleep. Practically falls out of the bed, rushing out to meet you, standing right there as you open the door, dick sticking straight out to say hello.
Blue eyes desperate as he grabs you before you can even put your purse down. Fat tongue pushes deep into your hot mouth, his hands grabbing at your curves greedily, squeezing and groping your ass, your hips, your tits. You can feel his massive boner pushing against your stomach, hot and desperately hard. He smells like the cigarette he just finished, sweat and sex... always like sex...
Hands on his pecs as you push away slightly, "Billy... I have to get cleaned up, baby." You giggle softly, but he's already tugging your clothes off. Waited long enough, far too gone, desperate to feel his cock deep inside you. Your shirt coming up and over your head, tossing it behind him. Your bra quickly follows.
"Can't wait anymore, princess." He says, throwing you up and over one shoulder, hand gripping your thigh, leaving little indents. Carrying you off to the bedroom, like some cave man, you his prize.
You giggle at his impatience, playfully hitting his muscular back. He's eager to get the rest of your clothes off and get you spread out beneath him. Tosses you onto the bed, you bounce softly on the mattress as he stands over you, watching you hungrily as your tits jiggle, that pretty little smile of yours going straight to his heart and to his groin, which at this point is about ready to bust.
"Fuck, baby, look at you." He growls, eyes roaming over you hungrily and you feel a little shy suddenly. Covering your tits and biting your lip. He lays down on top of you, grabbing your hands from your chest and holding them above your head. His mouth attacks yours with a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth. Then he does the same to your neck, making you gasp, squirm and giggle beneath him. His stubble tickling your sensitive skin, leaving it pink beneath his playful nips and hot licks. Hot tongue swirling and sucking pretty bruises all over. You grind your pussy up against him, slipping your wrists from his grasp and tangling your fingers into his sweaty curls as he ravages you.
His hands move down and frantically tug at your skirt, yanking it down your sexy legs and tossing it behind him, to the floor. Rutting his hips against anything he can, your thigh, your pussy, your belly, the mattress. Grips your thigh and hikes your leg up around his waist, grinding himself harder, the tip of his cock slipping over the waistband of his basketball shorts and nudging against your swollen clit, pre cum making it slide easily, making you both moan.
"Oh Billy, missed me, I see." You half giggle, half moan, gripping his biceps.
He smirks against your neck, licking at your skin like a hungry dog, biting softly, leaving a trail of spit coating you. Missed you. Missed this.
"Yeah pretty girl, fuckn' missed you." He growls. "Missed this tight little cunt too." Voice muffled against your neck. Hands gripping your ass, squeezing and kneading your full cheeks, rutting even harder against your aching pussy.
Suddenly jumps up quick, hands flying to his shorts, with one quick motion they're down his thick thighs, finally freeing his cock, it slaps heavily against his stomach. His balls so big and heavy. You bite your lip. You want to lick it clean, every last drop of pre cum, swallow that whole delicious thing down your throat. But he's too fast, his shorts are off and he's spread your legs wide open.
He growls. "Look at this pretty little pussy, all wet and ready for my hard cock."
"Mmm," you purr. His hips rocking forward, rubbing the head of his cock between your slick folds. "Oh Billy.... Ohh.. you need to fuck me and fast!" You moan into his open mouth, feeling the little huffs of breath leaving his mouth and going into yours.
He grips his cock, keeps rubbing it against your wetness and starts to push himself inside your waiting hole.
Then you remember. "Whoa... did you get the condoms?" For a minute Billy just stares at you, confused, brows furrowing as he tries to process what you're asking him. Takes him a beat to remember that he had indeed promised to buy condoms after you two talked about you coming off the pill temporarily.
"FUCK! Babe... I completely forgot... can't believe I forgot the fuckn' condoms!" He swears, pounding the mattress with his fist. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry. It just slipped my mind... just thinking about your pussy all day... sweet delicious pussy... fuck... baby, I can't wait... ."
He's too far gone, too consumed by his desperate need to be near you and to cum hard. His hips grinding his cock through your folds, slick from both of your juices. Can't stop himself, the sensation too much, he moans loudly in your ear. He sounds so pretty like this. His hands tighten on your hips. "I need you so bad... please... feels so good." He whimpers.
Hips rutting against your cunt roughly, slipping his length through your slickness. Beads of sweat along his forehead as his brows furrow and his face contorts in pleasure. Bends his face down, sucking and biting at your neck, leaving a trail slobber all over you, against your hair and slipping onto the sheets below. He's messy. Always has been but it turns you on. You love getting him all riled up like this. His hands grip your hips hard, pulling you against his rocking motion, cock nudging your clit with every thrust.
You moan loudly, his bare velvety cock feels so good dragging along your dripping wetness, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. Your movements become soft and lazy as you feel yourself so close, wanting to savor this feeling.
"Oh Bills, you're so fuckn' cute when you're so desperate for me. Where you a good boy today, baby?" You moan, gripping his curls in your fist. Your other hand raking down his thick sweaty back, pulling him close to you. Pretty little cock drunk expression on your face as your pussy flutters and you know you're so close, too close to control it anymore.
He's utterly enchanted by you. The way you moan and writhe beneath him.
"I've been good, so good, gonna cum baby...." His voice cracks, eyes rolling back as he pistons his hips faster. Cock sliding harder along your slick puffy lips. Then his hips still. Huffs and whimpers against your ear as thick hot ropes of cum shoot out all over your cunt, thigh. Some shooting up into your hair. Feels like it's never ending. His pretty little whimpers becoming hoarse, voice cracking. Can feel his cock pulsing and throbbing against your clit, with a sharp loud cry you lose it, waves of pleasure wash over you. His hips continue to rut against your sensitive pussy as you both ride out the last of your orgasms.
You both laugh while trying to catch your breaths. His voice more rough and yours overly giggly. Lifts his head from where it was nestled against your neck, trail of spit connecting his mouth to you, leaving a messy puddle. His hot pants ghost over your damp skin, his chest pressing heavily against yours. You love this man so much. You can't stop staring at him, he's so beautiful like this.
"Never cum so hard in my fuckn' life." He laughs, squeezing your hip, leaning back to look at you. Ocean blue eyes sleepy, hazy, looking over your blissed out beautiful face.
His hair has gotten so long, past his shoulders now and you love it. You push the curls away from his eyes and place soft delicate kisses over his forehead, softly over the freckles across his cheeks, and over the bridge of his nose, over his soft pink lips, over his perfect little Cupid's bow.
He smiles. "Whatchu doing, baby?" He mutters and reaches across you and grabs a cigarette, lighting it with his Zippo. You see a soft blush over his cheeks and you don't know if it's because of the heat, because of what you two just did or because he gets all soft and embarrassed when you touch him like you just were. Still something left over in him from the past.
Quickly he's standing up, grabbing his shorts and stepping into them, smirking down at you.
"And where do you think you're going?" You ask, a bit confused, missing him already.
"Gonna grab some condoms, of course." He mumbles around his bobbing cigarette.
"It's Friday, babe, we've got a long night ahead of us." He winks, pretty white teeth peeking through around his Marlboro. Leans forward, pulling out his cigarette to kiss your soft lips hard and fast. Smacks your bare ass playfully while he's leaning down, giving it a squeeze, never miss an opportunity to cop a feel.
"Don't you move! I'll be right back, pretty thing." Puts the cigarette back into his mouth. "Oh yeah, there's a cherry red popsicle in the freezer with your name on it." He chuckles.
You look at him quizzically, then giggle at your man, watching him head out the door. Smiling to yourself, feeling a heat in your cheeks, endorphins washing over you as you stretch out on the big bed. Thinking maybe you have a moment to clean up before he gets back, but you kind of like it, laying here in a mess of him. This sexy beast of man that is all yours. He was such a good boy and waited all day for just a little taste of you. So now you wait. Wait for him to come back and show you how much he missed you... again.
