synopsis: rue is struggling to kill her cigarette craving, maybe maddy can help with that.
pairing: rue bennett x maddy perez
tags/warnings: 18+mdni, mentions of past drug use, smoking, swearing, oral fixation, oral sex, praise kink, dirty talk, rue is pathetic in this, overstim,
an: hiii, the rise of ruemads brought me out of my cave, but there's no guarantee i'll begin writing regularly. but i hope you enjoy!
Rue had struggled with sobriety on and off for years; this was no secret.
She picked up vaping, tried those useless nicotine patches that never seemed to work, andย lotsย of candy. But nothing ever seemed to stick.
So she gave up, deciding that if cigarettes could satiate the craving for drugs, then it would just have to work. However, there was just one tiny problem.
Maddyย despisedย them.
And since their rekindling after high school, Maddy had made that abundantly clear. Rue couldn't blame her; the smell lingered like black smog, seeping into every material or surface it could find. She never smoked around her, or tried to at least.
Yet when she found herself sitting on Maddy's velvety vanity chair, desperately fidgeting as the craving rattled the marrow of her bones, sheย stronglyย considered accepting the verbal lashings she'd get from her.ย
Maddy was lying leisurely across her ornate bed, her thoughts completely occupied by her phone in front of her, faint giggles leaving her lips and hums to the soft music playing every so often. Rue's palms begin to sweat, her fingertips slipping against themselves as she twists the rings on her fingers.
She was trying so hard to resist the urge, knowing that if she ended up succumbing to it, she'd have to leave. Which, quite frankly, she didn't want to do.ย
She enjoyed Maddy's presence. They'd grown closer as the months have gone by, their lives revolving around each other like a magnetic field. Maddy was a dancer now, so sometimes Rue would help her with her club outfits, spending nights bedazzling 7-inch pleasers until the sun came up.
She enjoyed the sweet scent of vanilla that enveloped the room, every decoration that fit Maddy's personality so right. And even if she didn't have the balls to admit it, she was also somewhat attracted to her. As her eyes trail along her small frame, watching as the silk nightdress she was wearing slightly rode up her plush,ย perkyย assโ
"Rue?"
Rue's eyes snap to her, her breathing quickening as Maddy's brows bunch with concern. "You good?"
It takes Rue a split second to process her words, opting for a reserved nod of her head as an answer.
Although the two weren't as close before now, Maddy could read Rue like an open book. She sighs softly, placing her phone down on her pink duvet. "You got a craving, don't you?"
It was more of a statement than a question, as the second the word 'craving' leaves her lips, Rue averts her gaze. All she could do was awkwardly rub her damp hands on the fabric of her sweatpants. " 'M sorry, I'll just goโ" Her hands hurriedly push off the chair, knees straightening shakily as she stands.ย
"No."
Maddy turns onto her back, her arms holding her up against the mattress. Rue freezes in place, eyes still looking down at the floor.ย
"Look at me, Rue." Her voice lulls her, chest tightening as anxiety racks her body. Her eyes flit towards Maddy once more, her breathing hitching as she analysed her expression. Her eyes were low, those pretty lashes battingย soย perfectly that it was hard to look away.ย
"Is there...ย anotherย way you can solve it?" Rue's mouth went dry, chest caving as she struggled to breathe.
It was subtle, but Rue's eyes caught the way Maddy's legs brushed against each other, pulling them closer towards herself. This entire situation didn't seem real to Rue; it had to be a hallucination from the lack of nicotine in her system.
But as she watches Maddy slowly part her thighs, she quickly understands that this is her reality now.
Her eyes gloss over in shock, mouth suddenly watering at the beautiful woman in front of her. Maddy looked reverent, almost, so confident in her movements as she teasingly plays with the lace hem of her nightdress.ย
"Talk to me, baby." Her voice made whatever resolve Rue had weaken in mere seconds. "You wanna satisfy your craving?"
Rue was at the foot of her bed in moments, knees digging hard into the carpet below. "Y-Yes..godย please."
The words slipped from her so pathetically, yet she couldn't believe how natural they sounded. Maddy's legs were fully open now, her plump, soaked cunt staring right back at Rue. She wanted to pass out right there, brain short-circuiting as she realised that Maddy hadn't been wearing any panties. Saliva pools quickly in her mouth, resisting the innate urge to taste the prettiest cunt she'd ever seen.ย
" 'S pretty, isn't it, Rue?" The sweet simper made Rue whine, her puppy-like eyes peering up so obediently.ย God, Maddy looked so pretty like this, spread open and all for Rue to have. Her curled hair swept effortlessly against her shoulder as she intently watched Rue's every move.ย
She nods quietly, hands trembling as she brings them towards Maddy's thighs. "C-Can Iโ"
Maddy quiets her as her hand reached out, caressing Rue's chin daintily. "Don't ask. You can touch me, let me help you."
Rue couldn't help but melt at her words, body relaxing into Maddy. Her hands slowly bunch up the silk around her waist, roaming her soft body. Her fingers push into her silken thighs, lips peppering light, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Her addicting scent clouded Rue's mind; the thought of a cigarette had long gone. "Fuck, you're s'goddamn soft."
She let out a low groan, hands splaying out around Maddy's waist, only to pull her closer. Maddy shudders at Rue's heaving breaths against her sopping cunt, wetness pooling onto the bed.ย
Rue was gone, her brain off to another dimension as she desperately pawed at the small woman in her grasp. She'd never been so fucking enamoured by someone in her entire life, finding a high fromย purelyย her scent.
She pushes out her tongue, mouth hovering over Maddy's cunt before latching onto her clit. She let out a choked gasp, her body twitching involuntarily as Rue got her first sinful taste.
And fuck, was itย dizzying.
Rue's lashes flutter slowly, a lazy moan slipping from her as the aroused slick settled across her tongue.ย
"Oh..oh my god." Her hands grip the meat of her thighs, attempting to ground herself with existence.ย
Her tongue was timid at first, slow, sensual kitten licks against the sensitive bundle of nerves. And it didn't take long for the timid attitude to flip.ย
Her hands push further into Maddy's thighs, prying them wider as she greedily devours her. She pulls away a bit, watching as the neglected nub twitches before teasing it once again.ย
Her poor cunt was throbbing from all the kisses and the relentless attention her clit was getting. It was unbearable, but Maddy couldn't seem to get enough as soft moans tumbled from her lips. "G-God..you're doing s'good baby..making me feel s-sooย good."ย
Her hips buck into Rue's welcoming mouth, her wetness coating her face as the filthy sound between her thighs gets louder.ย
Rue was drooling at this point, the praise she was getting going straight to her head. Her maw was fully agape as spit and arousal dripped down her chin. The sight was downrightย nasty, yet neither of them planned on stopping.
Rue's pupils are blown completely out, gazing at Maddy as if she'd hung the damn moon. "Yesss..fu-uckย yes, wantย more." Her moans tumble loudly from her mouth, muffled by the continuousย shlick!ย of Maddy's drenched pussy practically humping her face. The vibration of Rue's voice only turned Maddy on even more, her hips canting forwardย sooodesperately.
Her tongue circled her pretty clit, lips smacking wildly as she collected the juices dribbling from that sopping hole before returning with a wet suck!
"Y'taste so fuckin' good..mmphโs-so sweet." Her words were incoherent at this point, slurring together as her tongue explored like it was the only thing keeping her alive. "F-Fuck, want thisย everyย time..won't ever smoke again."
Maddy's breathy moans grew louder, the sweet sounds ringing in Rue's ears like cathedral bells. A manicured hand rests atop her hair, inching her closer. They both fed off of each other, their urges growing needy and uncoordinated. A burning heat set Maddy's nerves ablaze, her orgasm pooling sinfully within her body, the pleasure inching up her spine.
Rue watches through her lust-stricken irises, seeing how Maddy falls apart as she uses her mouth. Watches how she throws her head back, the whites of her eyes showing as her hips grow frantic.
Rue can't help but moan; she's beyond pussydrunk. Her body goes limp as she allows full control of herself. "Use meโmmph!ย Cum all over me, princessโplease."ย
Her words are barely audible, but Maddy hears every syllable, bucking her hips faster. She's as gone as Rue, a hushed mantra ofย ย yesyesyesย leaving her lips. Rue can only sit in her position at the end of the bed, allowing both to take what they need.ย
Maddy's thighs tremble around Rue's shoulders, her heels pressing into her shoulder blades. Rue gives her oversensitive clit one finalย suck! causing Maddy's orgasm to shock her body, pleasure racking through every nerve ending.ย
She lets out a choked sob, attempting to push away from Rue's unrelenting mouth. "Hnngh, W-wait, baby. I can'tโ"
Rue's grip on her only tightens, pushing her onto the bed as she continues to torture her overstimulated clit. Her cunt quivers around nothing, the aftershocks of her orgasm still washing over her. Rue's eyes are closed now, savouring the fleeting taste of Maddy's cum slathered across her tongue before pulling away.
"Fuck..I don't want you to pull away next time, okay?" she mutters, wiping her mouth shyly. Her chest is heaving, eyes low as she settles her cheek against Maddy's thigh with a lazy smile. Maddy blinks at her, "Next time?"
โoh fuck! jude!โ you moaned loudly, putting your hand on his chest as he thrusted into you
โmove your hand for me loveโ Jude didn't wait for you to comply. when you didn't move your hand fast enough, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he pinned your arm above your head
โI asked you to move itโ he murmured, he pulled out slowly before driving back into you with a depth that made your toes curl. โI want to see all of youโ
โJude pleaseโyou whimped, your head rolling back against the pillows
then the phone rang..
Jude froze, his chest rising and falling, his eyes slowly drifted toward the glowing screen of your phone on the nightstand. the caller ID illuminated the dark room, flashing Jaafar ๐๐ in bright, unforgiving letters.
a cruel smirk tugged at the corner of Jude's mouth. he didn't let go of your wrist, keeping you pinned as he shifted his weight, leaning over slightly to get a better look.
โthat your man calling?โ Jude asked
โwait donโt-โ โanswer itโ he murmured, his eyes snapping back to yours. the sudden command in his tone was suffocating.
he leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, his breath hot and teasing. โanswer it loveโฆ let him hear how much you missed himโ
your hand shook violently as you reached for the phone, Judeโs grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to swipe the screen. he didn't pull away, instead, he settled his weight deeper against you, his eyes locked onto yours with a terrifying, thrilled intensity.
you pressed the phone to your ear, praying your voice wouldn't betray the sheer panic clawing at your throat.
โhey Jaafarโ you got out, trying desperately to steady your breathing.
โhey babeโ Jaafarโs voice came through the speaker, completely unsuspecting. โjust leaving the studio i wanted to see what you were up to, are you home?โ
before you could answer, Jude, you frantically bit your lower lip to keep from screaming out. Judeโs eyes flared with satisfaction at your reaction, his hips rolling against yours in an agonizingly steady rhythm.
โyeahโ you managed, your voice pitching slightly higher than normal as you gripped the bedsheets with your free hand. โyeah, iโm... iโm just in bed. getting ready for bedโ
โyou sound a little out of breath, you okay?โ Jaafar asked, a note of mild curiosity in his voice.
Jude smirked, leaning down to press his lips against your collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin just hard enough to make you shiver. he didn't stop moving, each deliberate thrust designed to push you right to the edge.
โI'm fineโ you squeezed out, squeezing your eyes shut as you fought to keep your tone casual. โjust... did a quick workout earlier..just tiredโ
โgot it. well, don't overdo itโ Jaafar chuckled softly, completely oblivious to the man currently INSIDE his girlfriend. โdid you get a chance to eat dinner yet?โ
Judeโs pace quickened slightly, his hands gripping your hips as he pushed deeper
โI... yeah, I had some takeout earlierโ you breathed, a quiet whimpering sigh nearly escaping your lips โhow was your day, babe?โ
โlong. but productiveโ Jaafar said, his voice a steady hum in your ear while your entire world was being rocked by someone else
โI'll probably head straight to sleep when I get back. I love you, talk to you tomorrow?โ Jude's eyes narrowed at the words I love you, his jaw tightening as he hit a spot that made your hips arch off the mattress.
โyeahโ you gasped out, your voice trembling. โlove you too. see you tomorrowโ the moment the call disconnected, the phone slipped from your hand, clattering onto the floor.
โlove yo too?โ Jude whispered, his voice dripping with mock jealousy. he instantly pinned your hands back above your head and driving into you with a sudden possessiveness that made you completely forget how to breathe
โdo you think this is love?โ
a/n: so i posted this hitting at the fact iโll be making a series about being judeโs gf but secretly seeing jaafar and then someone said switch it around sooo
Pairing: Clark (Backrooms) x Fem! Employee! Reader
Warnings: infidelity (ur cheating on ur boyfriend, who you think is cheating on you), Clark calls you sweetheart A LOT (that's on purpose, kinda like lovebombing), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, unbalanced power dynamics (he's ur boss), creampie, premature ejaculation
Word count: 2.2k
โฐMasterlist
You had started working at Cap'n Clark's Ottoman Empire about a month ago.
You were still attending university and needed a part-time job for your monthly expenses. Hearing about the place from a friend of a friend, you drove there and handed your resume to the only girl managing the register.
The interview with your now-boss, Clark, didn't drag on for long. It's not like people were lining up to apply to a failing business, so he practically hired you on the spot.
You had been adjusting well to your new job, getting along with your only coworker, Kat, and her boyfriend, who was friends with the person who told you about this place. Bobby was a little odd, but Kat told you it was the weed. He came around when he wasn't in a lecture, as he was attending the same university as you, or when he was filming a new commercial for Clark.
They were both friendly, and you were all close in age, so it was easy to joke around with them. The real mystery was your boss, Clark.
Kat told you he was recently divorced, and Bobby came up with a wild conspiracy that he was living at the store. But you didn't actually know that much about him.
That's why asking to meet in his office was scary, because you assumed he was going to fire you.
"I wanted to check in and see how you're doing," Clark explains as soon as you sit down in front of his desk. "Have Kat and Bobby been treating you well? I know Bobby can be a lot sometimes, but... well, aren't we all?"
"Everything is fine. I really like it here, sir," you answer politely.
"Good, good," he rubs a hand across his bearded chin, "I'm here if you need to talk, okay? You can talk to me about anything."
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind," you go to leave his office, "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Clark."
"You too!" he lifts his hand awkwardly just as you shut the door behind you.
A month or so later, your life takes a turn for the worse when you suspect your boyfriend is cheating on you. Sleep becomes more difficult, and the lack of energy makes it harder to take care of yourself. You show up to work late and stare off into space frequently.
Clark picks up on your changes in behaviour because you had been such a model employee up until this past week. So when he invites you into his office again and notices the dark circles under your eyes, he knows something is wrong.
"Is everything okay at home?" Clark asks as he fixes the scatter of paperwork on his desk.
You raise an eyebrow, "What makes you ask that?"
"I've noticed that you haven't been acting like you normally do," he answers with concern.
"Well..." you take a deep inhale, "It's my boyfriend." You pause to gauge Clark's reaction, but he's still as stoic as ever. "I think he's cheating on me, and-"
You choke on your words, furiously blinking back tears because you don't want to cry in front of your boss. Clark reaches across the desk, holding out his hand. You place your palm on top of his, and he curls his fingers over yours.
"Tell me what he did to you," he says softly, but in a serious tone.
The dam behind your eyes breaks, and you end up sobbing to your boss about your shitty boyfriend. You tell him about all the terrible things he's done to you, and Clark just listens, rubbing his thumb soothingly against your hand.
In the end, Clark squeezes your hand, "You deserve better. You deserve a real man, not someone who doesn't know a good thing when they have it."
You laugh a little, drying your eyes, "You really think that?"
"You're the best thing to happen to this store in months. Of course, I mean it," Clark responds, watching you dab a tissue onto your dark circles.
"Everything just feels so wrong right now," you mumble, "How do I just accept that things are going to be different?"
Clark gives a heavy sigh, as if there was a weight pressing down on his shoulders, "I'm still figuring that one out, kid."
You feel the sting of embarrassment creep up on you for crying to your boss about your boyfriend, when he had been going through a divorce. "My problems seem a lot more trivial than yours, huh?" you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously.
"But he's impacting you just the same as she was impacting me," Clark states.
"Who?" you question, your brows raising.
"My wife," he answers bitterly, "She impacted my life like your boyfriend is impacting yours."
"Oh," you tilt your head, "you sound like a therapist."
"Is that not what you need right now?" he asks.
"I don't know what I need right now," you admit.
You stare at each other for a long time before Clark gestures for you to come closer. So you do. You get up and walk around to the other side of his desk. "Maybe we need the same thing," he says, then pulls you down onto his lap.
You feel a familiar heat spreading across your body, a heat you haven't felt from your boyfriend in weeks. "And what's that?" you reply as his hands creep up your hips.
"Each other," Clark whispers in your ear, kissing along the side of your jaw. A gasp leaves your mouth, and your hands find his shoulders. He pulls you closer so you're fully straddling him now, his lips finding yours.
You're actually kissing your boss. The boss who is two decades older than you. Holy shit.
Things get heated quickly, and there's no denying the insuppressible tension between the two of you. Clark holds you like you're something about to slip through his fingers, never to be found again. Your whimpers into his mouth tell him everything he needs to know. You're feeling it too. You aren't going to push him away and call him a creep, and Clark will push the limits of that.
He lifts you up against his desk, sending papers falling to the floor, but Clark pays no mind. He's busy undoing his belt buckle while mouthing at your neck.
"Wait... Clark," you swallow, glancing over your shoulder at the door to his office. "Are you sure we should be doing this here?"
He looks up at you and just chuckles a little, "You're adorable. Being worried about something like that." His belt buckle finally opens, and he lowers the fly on his slacks. "Do you really think Kat cares enough to come into here? No, because this job is fucking easy."
Clark pulls his slacks and underwear down just enough to free his cock. At first glance, he looks considerably average, but then you realize he's not even fully hard yet.
"Wow. You're bigger than I imagined," you mumble, "Not that I've been imagining what your dick looks like!"
He palms your hair gently, "Think about it all you want, sweetheart. It's all yours." Then he helps you take off your bottoms, trailing his finger over the outline of your pussy through your underwear. "I wonder if it's as beautiful as I've been imagining."
That heat floods your senses again as you pull your underwear to the side, giving him a good look at your cunt. "Fuck, she's gorgeous, sweetheart," Clark comments, running his finger up your slit. He teases your clit with the skill only a man once married would have.
"Clark..." you moan softly, watching his cock grow harder for you. You can't help the way your pussy makes his fingers wet with your arousal, because he's teasing your entrance with them. He pushes one thick finger into you, feeling the tightness of your walls.
"He hasn't been satisfying you, huh, sweetheart?" Clark asks, and you can't help but nod in agreement. Your boyfriend hadn't been satisfying you for weeks now, no sex, barely even the simplest of affection. Which is why your suspicions and doubts had been growing until you couldn't take it anymore.
But all that left your brain as soon as Clark pushed another finger into you. "You don't have to worry about him anymore, sweetheart. I'm here now."
He captures your lips again, and the way he kisses you is surprisingly gentle for how his fingers are curled inside you. You pull him closer, feeling his dick grow harder against your thigh. Clark continues to fuck you with his fingers, bringing you closer to an orgasm.
The situation was intense, making out while getting finger-fucked by your boss in his office. It sounded like something straight out of some corny 80's porno. But this was your reality, and you were buzzing from the pleasure.
Clark pulls back from your lips, but keeps his forehead close to yours. "You getting close, sweetheart?" he asks. You nod your head, unable to get the words out because of the way your clit was throbbing.
"Good girl," he whispers, "Just let go for me. Make a mess of my fingers."
That was all it took to push you over the edge of a climax. Your walls pulse and your thighs shake as you softly moan his name. Your pussy makes his fingers even wetter, your juices dripping down his knuckles and onto his palm. "That's it," he mumbles while he pumps his finger through your orgasm.
In the intensity of your high, you neglected to notice Clark's fully hard length throbbing against you, leaking onto your skin. He chuckles a little, pulling his fingers out of you and rubbing your wetness along his cock. "Can you give me another round, sweetheart?"
Despite the slight achiness you felt, you agreed, because all you knew right now was that you needed this man inside you.
Clark settles in between your thighs, lining up his fat tip against your hole. He gives a few little taps; the remnants of your orgasm just make you wetter and more sensitive to his teasing. "Clark," you whine, "Stop teasing me."
"Sorry, sweetheart. Can't help myself." he kisses your forehead, but pushes it in all the same. The stretch felt incredible already, and he was barely inside. Clark groans, grabbing onto your hips like a lifeline. "You feel so fucking good," he mumbles while pushing further into you.
Inch by inch, you take more of him, and with each movement, Clark shutters in pleasure. After what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, he was fully inside you.
Clark just blinks, looking in utter awe at the way your pussy takes his cock so wonderfully. He digs his thumbs into your back, his hands trembling slightly. He looked nervous, amazed, and overwhelmed all at the same time.
"Are you going to uh... move?" you ask, more in wonder than in actual impatience.
He shakes his head as if to snap himself out of his daze. "Right! Yeah... It's been a while since..." he trails off, but he doesn't need to finish for you to get the memo. It's been a while since he last had sex. There was nothing wrong with that; he just might need to unlock the part of his brain that remembered how to fuck.
Eventually, he does start to move, thrusting his hip shallowly. He leans into it more than he probably should, but Clark had never really had sex on a desk before. Sex with his ex-wife turned vanilla in their marriage, and eventual divorce, so he'd never experience wild shit like this.
"You can go faster. I'm not going to break," you joke lightly. Clark grunts, his brows tensing, "I'm trying, baby. God-"
He gives a sharp thrust that brings his pelvis right into your clit. You claw at his desk a little, your thighs straining from spreading to accommodate him. His thrusts were becoming a little more thorough, but were still just as slow. It felt good, yes, but wasn't nearly as intense as when he was fingering you. You may have been hoping for something a little more.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Clark lets out a guttural moan and erupts inside of you. He looked just as shocked as you when it happened. Like a switch was flipped and he just started cumming.
"I'm so sorry," he trembles as his cock throbs inside of you. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
"It's okay, Clark. I'm not mad," you respond, pulling him in close. "You couldn't stop it from happening; I understand."
"I wanted to give you more," his throat clicks as he swallows, "I wanted it to be better for you."
It didn't really feel like he was talking to you exactly, but the shimmer in his eyes was too desperate to ignore. "You gave me plenty, Clark. I promise."
He kisses you again, now with his cum leaking out of your cunt. He holds your back in his palms, pressing his fingers into the muscles. When he's done holding back tears and nearly crying into your mouth, Clark leans his forehead against yours once more. "I'll make it up to you, sweetheart, promise."
Star's notes -> I wrote everything after the reader's orgasm while sleepy on melatonin, so if it makes no sense, that's probably why
elsie and kennedie decided to take a mini vacation because sometimes you need to escape reality, drink overpriced cocktails, take cute photos and pretend your only responsibility is deciding which dress to wear to dinner
just two sisters, one mini vacation, and enough memories to talk about for the next six months ๐ค
i love a lil pose but i also love taking screenies of just gameplay in general. its the first time ive actually done gameplay i think this year and i had a tiiime๐คฃ
