Thinking about Rafe and maid!reader being soooo sneaky and honestly I love that for them.
Youโre well aware that if Ward catches you messing with his son, then your last chance of paying your debt off to Barry and saving your momโs restaurant will come to a failure. But you canโt help yourself when it comes to Rafe, and this man knows it.
During the day you would do your best to not interact each other in front of everyone but sneak small pecks in the hallway when no one was looking. You would spend most of your breaks making out in the laundry room, grabbing Rafe by his collar while sitting on top of the washing machine, both of you kissing each other so roughly yet so passionately. Rafe hands would grab onto your thighs pulling you towards him while slipping up your skirt.
When his hands would reach further up, youโd always stop him, saying โwhat if we get caughtโ or โwe donโt have enough timeโ. And each time he would smile against your lips and reply โdonโt worry about itโ or โweโll be fastโ. And when youโd try to talk back he would kiss you while pulling your panties to the side. Once heโd slide himself inside you, youโd bite his lower lip to stop your moan. His thrust would be so strong and fast but would hit your sensitive spot every time. The both of you would try to cover your moans in each other mouth, and Rafeโs fingers would wrap around your throat while his other hand would hold on to your waist.
As Rafe would keep hitting your gushy spot youโd eventually reach your climax. As a reaction youโd arch your back pushing yourself closer to Rafe who was catching onto you as heโd also reach his own peak. The both of you would muffle your loud moans as youโd deepen the kiss, Rafe would travel kisses to your throat down to your chest as heโd tried to unbutton your shirt but would quickly stop once your phone starts ringing, implying that your break was over.
Youโd feel a wave of cold air as heโd remove himself before pulling his pants back on and helping you put yourself back on your feet and proper your clothes. Heโd kiss you one last time before saying โIโll drop you off after workโ and youโd smile at him before letting him go a few moments before you do.
And once youโd be done working, Rafe would make up a random excuse to his dad to drop you off and when youโd get to your house youโd spend the whole night making out and talk about your day just like the cute couple two of you are.
a/n: first time writing in this format and I donโt know if I like it but let me know !!! Iโm planning on writing more about them but you guys know how slow I write soโฆ if you guys have any requests feel free to ask!!
he's someone who's always imagined having many, many kids. so, there's no surprise when he regularly fucks his wife!
you're put into a mean mating press as he sends hard, heavy thrusts to your swollen clit that's pulling him in with every snap of his hips. you let out nasty mewls, arching your back as he continues pushing you over the edge.
a cacophony of moans and groans takes over all sounds in the room.
"that's it, baby, let me breed you," he whispers, breath hot against your ear. "fuck a baby into you and we'll start a lovely family together."
immediately, you nod your head desperately, wanting him to plant his seed inside you and let him take over your mind.
"holy shit," you mutter, hand scratching his back and eyes rolling to the back of your head.
the scene is lecherous, both of you covered in sweat yet still trying to get more, pulling each other in to make out. the two of your lips collide into a lewd, passionate kiss. the room reeks of arousal and sex.
"fuckโ" he groans, stopping before a twitch of his hips signal his climax.
you feel his cum intruding, tip shooting a healthy load into you.
he doesn't pull out, only panting and heaving above you. then he picks himself up, giving you a knowing look.
Thinking about Rafe and maid!reader being soooo sneaky and honestly I love that for them.
Youโre well aware that if Ward catches you messing with his son, then your last chance of paying your debt off to Barry and saving your momโs restaurant will come to a failure. But you canโt help yourself when it comes to Rafe, and this man knows it.
During the day you would do your best to not interact each other in front of everyone but sneak small pecks in the hallway when no one was looking. You would spend most of your breaks making out in the laundry room, grabbing Rafe by his collar while sitting on top of the washing machine, both of you kissing each other so roughly yet so passionately. Rafe hands would grab onto your thighs pulling you towards him while slipping up your skirt.
When his hands would reach further up, youโd always stop him, saying โwhat if we get caughtโ or โwe donโt have enough timeโ. And each time he would smile against your lips and reply โdonโt worry about itโ or โweโll be fastโ. And when youโd try to talk back he would kiss you while pulling your panties to the side. Once heโd slide himself inside you, youโd bite his lower lip to stop your moan. His thrust would be so strong and fast but would hit your sensitive spot every time. The both of you would try to cover your moans in each other mouth, and Rafeโs fingers would wrap around your throat while his other hand would hold on to your waist.
As Rafe would keep hitting your gushy spot youโd eventually reach your climax. As a reaction youโd arch your back pushing yourself closer to Rafe who was catching onto you as heโd also reach his own peak. The both of you would muffle your loud moans as youโd deepen the kiss, Rafe would travel kisses to your throat down to your chest as heโd tried to unbutton your shirt but would quickly stop once your phone starts ringing, implying that your break was over.
Youโd feel a wave of cold air as heโd remove himself before pulling his pants back on and helping you put yourself back on your feet and proper your clothes. Heโd kiss you one last time before saying โIโll drop you off after workโ and youโd smile at him before letting him go a few moments before you do.
And once youโd be done working, Rafe would make up a random excuse to his dad to drop you off and when youโd get to your house youโd spend the whole night making out and talk about your day just like the cute couple two of you are.
a/n: first time writing in this format and I donโt know if I like it but let me know !!! Iโm planning on writing more about them but you guys know how slow I write soโฆ if you guys have any requests feel free to ask!!
clark kent struggles to face the fact that some people in the world will dislike him at some point, no matter how hard he tries to get them to like him. he hates the idea of anyone disliking him, but when he's with you, it's inevitable.
the neighbours come knocking on the door after it's the 5th time that week clark was fucking you into the bed with his cock deep into your pussy. there's a loud moan that follows every time clark hits the sweet spotโ sending you into ecstasy over and over again.
"nghโ i love you so much," he moans, pulling your head closer to kiss you.
he's shoving his tongue down your throat while grinding his cock deeper into you. loud moans escape past your lips despite clark throat-fucking you with his tongue.
you let out a gasp when he pulls out, leaving only the tip inside. you clench around it, wanting more desperately, pussy unconsciously pulling him inside but he doesn't cave. you let out an eager whine.
"stay silent for me, will you?" he asks nicely, a big cheeky grin plastered on his face.
immediately, you place a hand over your mouth.
he uses his palm underneath your back to pull you into an arch, aiming the tip perfectly at the spot that would send you over the climax. he hesitates, before exerting the final blow and thrusting his full length inside you one last time.
"fuckโ!" you subdue with your hand, spurts of cum coating his softening member.
he groans above you, peppering kisses along your neck as he paints your walls white.
"what're we gonna do about them?" you ask, panting.
"i have no idea," clark chuckles.
meanwhile, neighbours are already gathered at your door, begging for some kind of compensation or for you guys to sound-proof your room.
everyone thinking clark and his girlfriend are the most vanilla, sweet, innocent couple because of how they act around each other and present as a team โ never cursing or fighting, never drinking or getting belligerent, never lying or betraying anybody including and especially to each other. they were the golden couple. they only amp up that image to everybody even more when clark buys them promise rings. everyone thinks itโs sweet, cute as a button how virginal they both are and are waiting for marriage. theyโve only ever seen him give her a kiss on her cheek or her forehead, rub her arm, hug her in a warm embrace and whisper their adorable inside jokes.
but in the private space of their bedroom, theyโve done just about everything but.
even before clark got them the rings.
every night, he whimpers her name and โpleaseโ on repeat right in her neck, wearing nothing but his glasses. grinding his cock up and down the front slit of her pretty, glistening pussy like heโs a horny little bunny that couldnโt ever be sated.
โit doesnโt count, right? if I donโt put it in, mmmmuhhhโ oh, god โ if I donโt put it in then weโre still virgins,โ he pants. still humping her up and down, their parts rutting up against one another as they both implode from the friction. she grinds her clit back, bumping it up against his head and all his throbbing veins, and nods her head up and down, agreeing.
โof course baby, just keep going, we can cum like this as much as we want. it wonโt count.โ
โoh, oh my, yes, yes please! I have to keep going. Iโm about to cum. itโs gonna get all over your pretty little pussy.โ
he learns all his dirty talk from the dirty movies theyโve watched too. apart from his instincts and his imagination, and of course all his grunts and movements were purely primal.
โit looks so big when you press it up against me. I donโt know how itโs gonna fit when we get married,โ she gasps, watching him rut like a dog and how it goes past her belly button. itโs sloppy, slippery, jutting around from all the blood thatโs filled up. his sac is even heavy against her too. the way it bounces against her hole, gives her another part of him to clench onto too.
โshhh, weโll make it fit. I wonโt let it hurt you. weโll be nice and wet together, just like this, then itโll justโฆ itโll just slide right in,โ he gulps. losing any other words that are left to say the more he thinks about it. โweโll feel so good. and youโre gonna be my wife.โ
โkeep โ keep going baby, donโt stop now,โ she pleads. clark nods immediately, kissing on her neck while he humps her even faster. the slick is audible, gushing in between them as they whimper and slide.
โthey think I donโt even touch you,โ clark hums a laugh, slobbering on her throat through a wet, lazy kiss. โmmm. they think I havenโt even seen you naked. they donโt know I can still make this pussy feel good without even putting it in.โ
she sprawls out her legs even wider, mouth open as she has her toes further up in the air, letting him take over their gyrating completely as they both leak all over each other.
โletโs cum together, honey. let me make you feel good. let go for me, cum on me. I wanna make this pussy feel nice and happy.โ
clark ruts harder, faster. kisses her chin and swallows up his favorite noises that leave her mouth when they both feel the electric dip in their bellies. both of them clench, clarkโs tip stills and presses up right against her clit while he lets out his long, gushing first spurt. she cums just as heโs creaming all over her clit, making a mess of her mound and even up to her stomach. they both roar and hum and whine as they rub out their highs, the splatter of all the evidence of their innocent fun coated all over her as they catch up to their wild heartbeats.
he kisses her and hums all his praises right into her mouth, some of it even nonsense as he slaps his filthy, heavy wet tip back on the lips of her pussy and the hood of her clit.
โyou um, felt good? jeez, itโs so wetโฆ.โ
clark is in awe at her shiny center, enthralled while he plays with the mess a little more. he gets shy and ducks his head back with a laugh and says heโs sorry if sheโs too overstimulated. she laughs right back at him and shook her head, wrapping one leg around his hips to trap him back in.
โyou can keep playing. itโs all yours.โ
โitโs ours. our messโฆ and gosh is it pretty,โ he breathes, rolling his head and tapping the sopping wet folds. โprettiest thing Iโve ever seen.โ
โI canโt wait to be your wife.โ
โwell I canโt wait to be your husband,โ clark retorts, pointedly looking at her and leaning in to give her a warm, selfish kiss.
โcanโt wait to feel you inside me. all the way,โ she whispers. holds onto his face.
โIโll make you feel so good. I already canโt keep my hands off you.โ
โand theyโll never know.โ
โnope,โ clark grins.
eventually, shortly after clark proposed they graduated to โjust the tipโ making both of them cum after only a few shallow pumps of clark tearing her open with just his crowned head. and he grazes her g-spot with the most perfect angle to drive them both crazy. but in public, with their matching shiny engagement rings gracing their fingers, they still are perceived as modest as can be.
what about dex who tries to act like a top in bed but becomes a mess after only one round..
(18+)
ouuu specifically during his first time with you, he insists on topping. he wants to take care of you, he would feel so bad about you seeing him as a burden if you did all the work.
but when he finally gets to fucking you, he's a mess. he's so so so worried about his performance, how it feels for you, that he's shaking. it's just too much work for him, having to figure this out on his own. all he needs is someone to take him by the hand and lead him, to show him the way.
and that's exactly what you do.
"dex--" your sweet voice breaks him out of his anxiety induced trance. you stop his movement on top of you with a hand on his bicep, squeezing the muscle gently. "baby- why don't you let me take care of you?" you coo at him, shushing his half-assed protests of "n-no you don't have to". you get him to reluctantly pull out and you lay him back on the bed. he doesn't put up any real fight, of course.
when you finally get him under you, he's relived. he lets you talk him through it, lets you run his pretty pink tip through your glistening folds. it feels so much better for him knowing you have it all under control. let's himself become all pliant and willing.
he also lovesss being bossed around when he's in this position. when you sink down onto his twitching cock, he immediately whimpers and bucks his hips up enough to have you gasping. he whines when you pin his hands down so he can't touch you, and he cums embarrassingly quick when you degrade him. he was just made to be a bottom!!
fbi! dex who tries to leave you but it only last a few hours.
a bad day at work that turned into him destroying his apartment, forgetting that the two of you had plans together in the process. after he sees your concerned face at the wreckage, he knows it's only a matter of time until it's over. even when you tell him that it's okay and you were just worried about him. staring at his knuckles that were blooded form punching the wall.
so to try and dull the pain he's expecting, he decides that he'll leave you first. snapping at you to just rip the band aid off and get out of his apartment. immediately feeling ten times worse once you do what he says. after an hour of crying on his knees, now having moved past the rage part of his breakdown into the sadness part, and then another hour hyperventilating at the shambles his life is in, he grabs his phone. seeing a text from you that he missed.
when you're ready to let me back in, just come over to my house. we'll figure out how to make things better together.
the text is enough to pull him back together. he picks up flowers on the way to your place. google told him that's what boyfriends do when apologizing. he hides his face behind the bouquet when you open the door. hesitant eyes peering over the flowers until you reach out to grab his empty hand, pulling him inside with a small smile.
and suddenly, his bad day and the rollercoaster of emotions finally comes to an end. because as he looks at you, all he can feel is a high coming on.
doing friends with benefits with dex is actually a full-on work duty because ... this man is crazy, head over heels for you and your body.
especially when you let him fuck your cuntโall loaded up with his cum and the glistering sound of his balls crashing against your pussy within every thrust it's just: chef kiss. absolutely incredible.
your legs might be trembling, and yet he'll be behind you, gripping your waist so tightly he'll surely leave his fingertips etched into your sides. he's big, and when i say big, i mean HUGE. all caps included.
it took you ages to get used to his size, even though his pace is slow sometimesโit's still common for you to have to cover your mouth so none of his roommates can hear you moaning from how good his cock feels thrusting and kissing your cervix.
he doesn't shy away, he's very smug about it. prasing how good your walls are gripping his dick, leting out some low moans against your ear while biting it. you can't push him away.
"gosh, i missed this," he would say between each thrust. "take your time darling, 'cause ain't going nowhere until thisโfuck! this pretty cunt of yours is dripping with my cum."
your vision turned blank. you had become a bundle of moans that only bore his name: "dex," "oh fuckโright there!," "'s too much, i feel like m'gonna pee myself!" is all you can say. and yet again, that only encourages him to keep hitting your cervix until you see stars.
that's the biggest benefit dex gets from agreeing to these kinds of encounters with you. because no matter what, even though you have countless dates with guys, he knows perfectly well that after them you'll run straight into his arms. begging for him to fuck you and remind you he's the only one who knows you better than anyone.
