A/N: took me a while to get around to this ask but I got there eventually!
Plot: this is part 2! Reader is Alexander Skarsgard’s personal assistant and they’re now heading in a business trip. Part 1 here.
Pairing: Female!Reader X Alexander Skarsgård
Warnings: oral (M & F), fingering, P in V, unprotected sex, general smut.
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It had been weeks since you’d had anything more than a fumble with Alex; you had always been around other people when in his presence. Both of you had been practically chomping at the bit to have some alone time together.
Since your initial night together the tension had been high and you both felt the need for release with each other.
Finally you were heading across the country with Alex to a hotel on location while he attended some press events and auditions; a ‘comfortable and spacious taxi’ from a private company has been hired to take you. Specifically it was extra comfortable for long journeys.
You were picked up in the evening outside an office space where Alex had been talking to a couple of producers about a project. Stood waiting on the side of the road you were barely touching each other but you could practically feel the energy jumping off him to you.
The taxi was indeed spacious and comfortable with dark tinted windows so nobody could see you in the back; you both made small talk for the first ten minutes of the journey but Alex couldn’t keep his hand off your leg and you desperately wanted it to travel higher under your skirt.
“Hey, Hugo? Mind if we put the partition up?” Alex calls through.
“No bother, Sir. Just hit the button if you need anything!” He smiles and nods as Alex presses a switch, raising the partition and separating you from Hugo the driver.
No sooner was the partition raised than you were on your knees in front of Alex, hands fumbling to undo his jeans and free his cock. He licks his lips and shuffles to help you pull them down, holding back a moan when your lips connect with the head of his cock. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasised about his cock in your mouth again, stretching your jaw and reaching your throat, his taste on your tongue while he moans and pants. Wrapping a hand around the shaft you jerk Alex as you suck; you want him worked up and practically frothing at the mouth for your pussy.
He holds back a groan and stretches his arms out to the roof of the car, splaying his hands flat as he flexes with every lick and suck of his hard member. You hum around his length and bob your head faster until you hear his breathing change, pulling away abruptly and looking up at him.
Alex scrunches his eyes shut and growls low, his cock twitching for your mouth, hand, pussy or ass. He didn’t care which at this moment and when he opened his eyes and looked at you, you knew you were in for it for stopping. It takes only a few seconds for Alex to switch your positions and have your panties hanging from one ankle while your skirt was hitched up around your waist.
“You stopped..” he grumbles, voice barely audible “you have any idea how badly I want you to make me cum baby?”
You shuffle a little “about as bad as I want you to make me cum, I expect..”
He chuckles and nips a path up your inner thigh until your pussy is so close to his mouth you can feel every breath. “Please Alex..” you whisper and thread your fingers into his hair “I need to feel your tongue inside me..” Alex smirks and licks a path over you; his tongue working its way between your folds and leaving no place untouched while his lips close around your tight bud and sucks in pulses.
Alex shuffles and pushes two fingers into your dripping cunt; curls them deep as he thrusts while his tongue and lips work your clit relentlessly. His fingers feel so good inside you - they scissor and stretch you out ready for his thick length - get you dripping wet in only a few movements.
You rock your hips and pant his name, tugging on his hair to hold his mouth against you as Hugo weaves through traffic. Reaching out you grip the door handle and throw your head back, cursing when Alex pulls away the same way you had to him.
“God damnit… Alex!” You run your hands through your hair “okay, I won’t do it again..” you smile “just get inside me..”
Alex laughs and leans up, quickly ripping open the buttons on your blouse making you squeak and gasp “Hey!! What am I gonna wear?!” You hiss at him.
“I can reach our bags from here, it’s fine.” He winks and moves his hands to your tits, leaning in to kiss you passionately and pulling down the cups of your bra. His fingers tease your nipples; pinching and pulling to make you squirm on the seat while he runs his cock over your wet pussy with quiet moans.
“Alex, I need you inside me. I can’t stop thinking about you and how you feel stretching me, filling me up…”
He nips your bottom lip and reaches down, guiding himself into you slowly, moving his hand to grip the back of the seat as he shifts his leg up under your ass. Once fully settled and seated inside you, Alex wraps his free arm around your waist and holds you close against him.
“You’re in too much…” you kiss him.
“Fix it..” he kisses you back and rocks his hips as you grip his shirt and rip it open the same way he had done to you. “Better…” you scratch over his chest and rock your hips to his.
“You feel so good inside me..” you kiss over his jaw and onto his neck.
“Oh fucking god, so do you… I’ve been thinking about you so much.” He kisses and nips over whatever skin he could reach leaving red marks “I always cum so hard when I think of you..” he works his way back to your lips.
“So do I..” you speak between kisses and run a hand to the back of his neck, your hips moving faster with his. “But it’s never enough.. I always want you afterwards..”
Alex groans and grinds his hips deep into you on every thrust; the head of his cock meeting your cervix and bringing that painful pleasure with it, the mess of hair at the base rubs over your clit in a frenzied motion and soon you find yourself whimpering into his mouth.
“Close… so close!” you whine and twist your hips frantically, chasing your release “Don’t stop!”
He pants roughly, hot breath heavy against your neck “me too! Fuck me too!” Alex grunts and scrapes his teeth over your jaw and neck, moving down to your collarbone as he shifts his position to grip your hips; balancing himself on the edge of the seat under your ass.
Your hands scratch over Alex’s chest again and then move to your tits, squeezing and kneading yourself, fingers tugging and twisting at your nipples until they’re almost bruised but the pain you feel only adds to your pleasure.
“Alex…!” You drop your head back and mirror his earlier position; hands outstretched and splayed onto the roof of the car, giving you enough to push yourself down onto his cock. Your back arches off of the seat back and you let out a silent scream as your body clings to the rush of orgasm; your pussy pulsing in waves along Alex inside you. He snaps his hips a couple more times before giving a strangled cry against your chest and stilling inside you; his seed spilling out into you.
Both of you relax and stay wrapped in one another whispering nothing in particular; Alex tells you how you’re a good girl and he’s never cum so hard. You blush and stroke his face telling him nobody has ever filled you so deep; never reached everywhere inside you.
Alex’s watch beeps and he sighs “twenty minutes left… we should smarten up.” Reaching over for the duffel bags containing immediate clothing needs.
After a few minutes you’re both redressed and decent again, sitting beside one another and talking business as Alex flicks the switch to lower the partition again, you hastily fake notes in a random notebook you had grabbed from your bag.
summary - joe doesn’t mean to be jealous, and he certainly isn’t the biggest fan of pda, but given the right circumstances and a generous amount of alcohol, he’s giving the tabloids a new front page story
pairing - joe burrow x fem!reader
wordcount - 3k
A/N: everyones apparently a hoe for joe (me too)
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Getting ready was by far Y/N’s favorite part about going out. Blasting her favorite Taylor Swift album – Reputation by far – throughout the house while having fun with her friends and boyfriend was unbeatable.
This time, she’d decided along with her friends – the other girlfriends or wives of players that they were going out to celebrate the end of the season in New York City with – that they’d meet there instead of going together. Which meant that she could freely stand hunched over the sink trying to make her eyeliner appear as symmetrical as possible while only wearing panties and one of Joe’s shirts from last night.
“Babe, when are we leaving again?” Joe yelled from somewhere down the hall, way out of Y/N’s periphery.
“Umm–” she voiced as she checked her phone, they were already late. “Like ten minutes maybe? Just gotta finish up my makeup.”
She rushed through the rest, forgoing eyeshadow ‘cause she really didn’t have the time. Deep red lips were enough of a statement piece along with the eyeliner, nothing else was really needed.
Padding out of the ensuite, into her and Joe’s temporary bedroom, Y/N found Joe sitting on the bed fully dressed scrolling on his phone. His hair was done in the ‘my hair just naturally falls this way’ style, and his pretty blues were covered by his trademark Cartiers. A black tee and slacks just pulled the ‘I don’t wanna be seen’ look together.
She padded over to him, placing a sloppy kiss to his cheek in her haste. She’d already laid her dress out on her bed; a black slip on that was both comfortable and stylish. She threw Joe’s shirt at him as she pulled it off, earning a huff from him. But as she was all but naked when he got it off of his head, he wasn’t exactly complaining.
Y/N heard a low wolf whistle as she slipped the dress over her head and fixed the strands of hair that fell out of place during it. “No bra?” Joe asked, presumably staring at her from his place, but with her back to him, Y/N could only guess.
“Free the nipple, Joey,” she joked, turning around to grin at him. “And this dress holds them well enough, so I won’t be flashing anyone.”
“And here I was thinking it was my lucky day,” he murmured, pulling her toward him by the hips.
“Sorry,” she pecked his lips, turning out of his grasp and heading for her closet, pulling out a short pair of black biker shorts. “I will definitely not be flashing anyone today,” she shuddered, thinking back to the last time she went out in a skirt and her friend had to keep pulling down the hem as it kept riding up dangerously high in the middle of the dance floor.
“Again, here I was thinking it was my lucky day,” he pouted, struggling to keep a laugh contained as his eyes crinkled watching her struggle with the shorts.
“You’re such a dick,” Y/N laughed, sparing him one last kiss before heading out of the room and toward the front door. “Are you coming or not?”
“Yeah, you need me to grab anything from the bedroom?”
She looked around her, mentally checking off her things; purse, jacket and shoes. “No, I’m good.”
Joe took his time as he walked through the wide hall, just watching her in the mirror checking her teeth for lipstick. She was closer to his height than usual with her burgundy knee length heels on, and her matching maroon leather jacket to pair. He just loved seeing her so comfortable around him, even if it was only in an apartment he’d rented for the weekend.
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They snuck into the club using the backdoor, which proved very easy thanks to Joe having mentioned that he'd be 'dropping by' later on to the owner earlier that day. Not that just the sight of his icy eyes and mention of his name wouldn’t have the red carpet rolling out for them.
Getting to the VIP area was easier said than done, squeezing through crowds of sweaty moving bodies, all drunk or high beyond comprehension. But with Y/N’s hand securely placed in his, Joe pushed through with relative ease, mostly thanks to his impressive height.
Finally getting inside the closed off area let Y/N take a breath of relief, finally being able to look at people’s normal eyelines without losing herself in the crowd. The VIP bouncer was nice enough, with his face covered in black sunglasses and an unimpressed expression that didn’t change even at the mention of Joe Burrow.
Y/N could only imagine the amount of celebrities that passed those velvet ropes on a regular basis, and that it would take a lot more than one football star to make his world shift.
Joe guided them toward a long, oddly shaped couch filled with familiar faces, as he was the one to see them first. It was difficult to hear what was going on around them, with the heavy bass practically shaking the floor, but the looks on the players’ faces when they saw him was enough.
A chorus of ‘Burrow’, ‘Joe’ and ‘Shiesty’ echoed along with various other nicknames and monikers they’d given him or teased him for. Sam Hubbard was the first to approach Joe, giving him what could only be described as a bro-bear-hug. Given that the two were so close, it really was no shock.
Sam got to her next, hugging her warmly as he asked, “How did you manage to get him to actually leave the house?”
She laughed, looking at Joe who wore a confused expression. “I have my ways.”
Next was Tee, then Ja’Marr, Evan, Mixon, and so many more it was difficult to keep track. Of the ladies, there were a lot of familiar smiles, and a few new ones. Mostly wives and long term girlfriends, but some of the players, like Ja’Marr had brought a new lady friend with him for the night.
Y/N and Joe settled next to each other, both speaking to different people. Joe kept his hand firmly on her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb, as he sipped his drink and joked around with his friends.
A few drinks in, Y/N snuck out of the VIP area with some of the girls who wanted to dance. She leaned over to Joe, saying; “I’m gonna go dance with some of the girls, I’ll be right back, babe.”
He grinned, pulling her in to place a kiss on her cheek – much to her surprise, which was clear in her wide eyes and the way she held her breath. Joe wasn’t a PDA guy, the most he would do was hold hands if prying eyes were on them. A hand on her thigh under the table or in dark rooms weren’t impossibilities either, clearly, but they were hidden. A kiss under the neon lights – even if it was only on the cheek – was open for all to see.
With her face heating up and a giggle bubbling up from within her, she grabbed Tianna’s, Cody Ford’s partner’s hand, and made a beeline for the cramped dance floor. Tianna Robillard, known by most as TT, teased and shoved her about her bashful state, but all was soon forgotten as the crowd swallowed them and drowned their thoughts out with some remix of a song everyone knows but no one knows the name of.
They took photos, danced with every and any girl they saw, and truly had the time of their lives screaming lyrics they hoped were right and danced as if no one was watching. TT even whipped out her phone for a TikTok at one point, which had Y/N giddy just at the thought of being included by a vet WAG – even if she hated that term with a passion, that was what most of the girls around the players were; wives and girlfriends.
Time on dancefloors moved differently than anywhere else, and after what had felt like five minutes at most, when TT wanted to go get another drink and check on Cody, the two realized it had been nearly half an hour. The rest of the girls, and some of the players that had since joined them, continued dancing in their place as they shuffled to the bar.
Y/N’s makeup had seen better days, and her lipstick had faded – luckily just by color, not smudging. Tianna seemed to be glowing, her makeup somehow looking as good as it did when they arrived.
“Soo, tell me, how’s it being Burrow’s lady,” she said in jest, her smile wide as she leant against the bartop waiting for their drinks.
“Oh, you know – same old, same old,” Y/N grinned, leaning her head on TT’s shoulder for a second of rest. “But god, I love him. He’s just such a cute guy. But you and Cody, huh? What’s that sparkly thing on your finger?”
Tianna immediately blushed, holding her hand out for Y/N to admire as she grinned, nose scrunching. “It’s a promise ring. ‘Cause the real thing’s coming – trust me – but with the season and everything it’s a good idea to wait a bit, I think.”
“I bet he just wants to surprise you,” Y/N mused, accepting her drink from the bartender. “Like, tell you, ‘oh, I’m not ready yet, but don’t leave’ and then BOOM! A ring on your finger. I promise it’s that. You’re too nosy for him to not need to throw you off the scent,” she teased, lowering her pitch drastically and trying to sound as much like Cody as possible, which only made TT burst out laughing.
“You’re getting my hopes up,” she mumbled back to her friend, trying to keep the blush fighting to break through at bay. "Oh! Look! There they are! Aren’t our boys handsome, huh?”
Joe was sat laughing with Cody, by some divine intervention. He almost looked small next to the center, which was rare to see for Y/N, but she couldn't help to admit it was kind of cute, too.
“The handsomest,” Y/N grinned, interlocking their arms as they stumbled back to the VIP area, which they were quickly let back into. Heels on the hard and slippery floor was no joke, especially drunk, and they were lucky to get back with their ankles untwisted.
She spotted Joe immediately as they passed the initial posse of girls and fanboys trying to greet the players, and even though it was almost as if he was surrounded by a crowd, all there to watch him, his eyes were only on her. His legs were spread wide, leaning back on the dark velvet couch with an arm on top of the backrest by his head. He just took up so much space, not just from being intimidated and respected, but by also just being so big and taking the space he wanted.
When they got closer, her smile grew as she saw the cigar hanging loosely between his fingers, and smoke slowly escaping his pretty mouth.
His glasses were still on, and his leather jacket was long gone, making it obvious how much bigger his arms had gotten during the season – his biceps were all but fighting to escape the confines of his shirt. A sly smirk spread on his lips as he saw her approach and he subtly patted his thigh.
Y/N’s eyebrow immediately rose, thinking he must’ve lost his mind. First the kiss on the cheek and now this? She narrowed her eyes, showing her clear hesitance, but he only nodded to his lap, making it clear that’s what he meant and wanted.
Now, Y/N wasn’t going to waste such a golden, and not to mention rare, opportunity, so as she left Tianna’s side and approached Joe, she wasted no time in dropping down on his thigh, her face grinning down at his, "Hi, baby."
He leaned in immediately, mumbling a ‘Hello’ to her lips before molding them together, letting her taste the bitterness of nicotine on his tongue. She drowned out the noise around them, the laughs, cheers and whistles, when they separated, just sparing Joe a sweet smile before getting comfortable on his, luckily, wide thigh.
“Joe Cool’s not so cool now, huh?” Ja’Marr teased, seeing the redness that had spread to Joe’s face, along with the traces of red lipstick left from earlier that night on his neck and cheek, something she only now seemed to notice she'd accidentally left on him back at the apartment and in the cab.
“Nah, still the coolest,” Joe grinned, at the same time as Y/N grabbed the Cartiers off his face, placing them on top of her head.
The only real reason she did it was to see Joe’s eyes. They were so incredibly blue, it was difficult not getting lost in them, even on a regular basis. And the way he looked at her now, with wide pupils and a happy-drunk smile on his face was just making her heart skip all the beats it shouldn’t.
The cigar was only making things more difficult for the both of them.
Joe’s drunkenness was only enhanced by the remnants of the cigar flowing through his body and clouding his mind with all the thoughts he usually repressed when around crowds and in public settings; when he wasn’t just with her.
For Y/N, it was a completely different struggle. Not only was the smoke enchanting to look at, swirling through the air, but seeing Joe relax and unwind after a long season while looking like he was right now was reward enough for her. His hands, his chest, his lips… it was all so overwhelmingly her Joey.
“Why are you being so touchy, Joey? Not that I’m complaining…” she asked, toying with his free hand, hidden away from sight between their bodies.
His mind immediately went back to the moment when he’d seen some guy press against her while dancing, and jealousy and possessive thoughts clouded his usually clear headed mind. His blood had turned cold and the vein that popped out every game in his neck started throbbing. He had put his drink down, so as not to shatter it, and finally accepted the cigar his friends had offered him when he’d arrived.
He knew it was partly his own fault, no one knowing she was his, but he hated watching it. Y/N looked gorgeous, so he couldn’t blame anyone for trying, but at the same time he wanted to run over and kiss her there and then, a thought that he’d had many times before but been too scared to act on. He’d tried convincing himself that keeping a relationship secret was the only way to keep it successful, but maybe that wasn’t the way to go this time around. So maybe a change in strategy was worth a shot, only one.
So with the help of a nicotine reinforced alcoholic rush, he decided to go for it in his own way, adopting his Joe Cool persona to calm him down from hunting down every guy who tried to grab her elbow as she walked past, or snuck a peek at her ass as she danced carefree and happy. He sat and waited, ‘til she came back, and he could make his move, which brought them back to now.
“I saw you dancing,” he started, breaking free from his internal monologue, taking the hand between them and raking it through her hair, guiding her head to look him in the eyes. “There were guys looking at you. Just ‘cause no one knows you’re mine, yet,” he punctuated with a soft kiss to her neck, and then collarbone.
“Are you jealous?”
Joe didn’t even bother acting offended, he seemed more proud than anything, a smirk displaying across his lips. “Maybe. They were basically dancing on you when you were with TT, and you didn’t even notice. I’ve just gotta show ‘em you’re taken.”
“And you’re sure? We’ve never even kissed in public before now.”
He answered with a final drag and puff of his cigar, blowing the smoke upwards to escape her face, and she got a good look at his neck. She didn’t know anyone could have a pretty neck before she met Joe, but now it was clear it was more than possible. The last smoke he blew into her mouth as he pulled her towards him, lips meeting sloppily as he kissed her feverishly getting lost in the moment in a way he’d never experienced before.
As the smoke traveled to her lungs, Joe separated from her to look at her face as she exhaled back in his face, biting her lip as she noticed him staring.
His free hand was gripping her knee, and he felt lucky to not have to worry about her skirt riding up. Y/N’s hand crept up the nape of his neck, and played with the blond strands that had started to grow out, not long enough to be in the way, but enough to be gripped. The couple seemed to almost melt into the background, others losing interest in them as they wrapped themselves in their own bubble.
It didn't even feel like PDA anymore for them, maybe that's why Joe was so uncharacteristically fine with it. It just felt like any other night at home after a big game or event, with them winding down on the couch together with a glass of wine or two, or three.
“C’mere,” he mumbled, as he pulled her fully into his lap so she was straddled over his hips, skirt riding up a little more – thank god for those shorts. He pulled her closer, hand splayed possessively over her the swell of her ass as her lips fell on his. It was more careless than they’d ever been in public, save for one previous bar bathroom trip, but even then they were away from prying eyes.
The way the blinding strobe lights every now and then flickering over her eyes and Joe’s was addicting and distracting. Every hue and nuance of Joe was emphasized, and she couldn’t stop staring. Seeing the red stain left on his lips, she brought her thumb to his face to wipe him clean as best she could, only eliciting drunk giggles from her boyfriend.
“Let’s get outta here, huh, baby?” he grinned, pressing slow kisses all over her face; her jaw, her cheekbone, her nose and finally her lips.
She nodded lazily, clinging onto his arms for stability as the world seemed to spin around her. But she couldn’t distinguish whether that was the doing of the alcohol nearly replacing the blood in her veins or just the fact that Joe was around. She was just that infatuated and enamored with him, her boyfriend.
“Yeah, let’s go home,” she agreed, sitting up and holding out her hand slowly to him, so he could choose whether or not to grab her hand. It was the little things she did that made him fall for her.
Only after a quick glance to her hand did he grab it, rising to his full height as he put out the cigar. He grabbed their jackets, and when they stepped out into the cold February wind of New York City, all he wanted to do was hold her hand. And so he did.
After this little experiment of his, he’d decided that while being a secret might be thrilling sometimes, there was nothing that could compare to the smile and complete joy that spread over his girlfriend’s face as he openly expressed his feelings for her, in any way that made him comfortable.
Maybe some light PDA in the future wouldn’t be the end of him, not if it was with her. And maybe with less caution thrown to the wind next time.
synopsis 彡 You ask your best friend, Ari, to finally pop your cherry, but he’s too big.
pairing 彡 bestfriend!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader
warnings 彡 This story will contain the following content: EXPLICIT/SEXUAL SCENES, DD/LG ELEMENTS, size kink (Ari’s got a huge dick), reader is super innocent, p in v sex, virginity loss, unprotected sex, rough sex, pure smut basically, very little plot
word count 彡 ~2.75k
author’s note 彡 This was supposed to be a drabble but… is 2750 words too long for a drabble? Probably.
DISCLAIMER ───THIS BLOG IS NOT SUITABLE FOR AUDIENCES UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MDNI.
“Wait, wait, wait!” you squeal, pressing your small, clammy hands against your best friend’s hairy chest and furiously shaking your head, a staggered breath slipping out your parted lips, “Give me a minute.”
Ari growls above you, raking his long fingers through his dark, tousled hair, “Goddamn it, Y/N, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“I know, I know… fuck, are they all that big?” you whimper, glancing nervously down between your legs where Ari is currently, or his unimaginably huge cock, rather—pointing at your little, wet cunt like a missle. You almost immediately look away, the sight of his stiff dick that was visibly too big for your pussy, that can easily tear you apart, split you in half, if he penetrates you, filling you with overwhelming panic and fear.
Ari bows his head modestly, “I guess mine is a bit larger than average.”
That was an understatement—the staggering size of his cock exceeded the average proportions in terms of both length and girth by a long-shot, and even you, who has never seen a man naked before, let alone a cock, knows that.
“Ari… Ari, I don’t know,” you admit frantically, “Ari, it’s way too big. There’s no way… there’s no way it’s going to fit.”
“It’s going to fit, bub,” Ari promises softly, bringing his calloused hand down to rub and tickle the soft flesh of your tummy, “But if you don’t want to do this, say the word and we stop, okay? Are you alright?”
You mull over his words, shyly gazing up at your best friend with big, innocent, tearful eyes—he almost loses all self-control when you look at him like that, biting his lip and softly groaning.
“Don’t look at me like that, Bambi,” he averts his gaze to the wall behind you, practically moaning out the familiar pet name that he given to you due to your round, doe-like eyes that are currently begging him to stop and to fuck you all at once, “Fuck… I’m having a hard time holding back, if I’m being honest. Do you want this or not? You have to let me know now, bub.”
“I… I…” you gulp for the umpteenth time, avoiding looking at his massive dick again because you know it scares you, weakens your resolve, but it was simultaneously impossible not to look at. You’ve never seen a real-life cock before, only illustrated pictures in textbooks. And Ari’s dick looked nothing like the illustrations, it was just so big, and so, so scary-looking, and veiny, and thick.
You didn’t think your experienced best friend would agree to popping your cherry. You prepared a whole five-point, heart-rending essay about how it embarrasses you that you’re twenty-one years old and still a virgin, and you trust Ari to change that, only if he would like. As you spilled your heart out, stammering out your case as to why your first should—no, ought to—be Ari, he didn’t even react to your words, save for a deep, contemplative glint in his pretty, blue eyes and scratching his bearded chin as he mulled over your thesis and supplemental points. Shortly after you finished, a long, strained silence followed as he decided, and you were trembling in humiliation and shame, positive he was going to say ‘no’.
Until he said ‘yes’.
Or, his exact words: “You’re so cute, bub, of course I’ll pop your cherry for you. Let’s do it tomorrow at my place?”
And that’s exactly how the both of you ended up in this position—your clothes tugged off in a frenzy and discarded somewhere on the carpeted floor, you sprawled out like a platter on his king-sized bed, trapped in Ari’s big, buff arms, legs spread as wide as your stiff muscles allowed and Ari nestled between them, the angry, red tip of his hard cock hovering over your slick, virgin hole. He was in no rush preparing you for his dick, swirling his fingertips around your wet folds and stroking your aching clit until your pretty cunt was puffy and drooling, begging for his cock.
Rough fingertips skim over the skin under your ribcage as Ari’s bulbous cockhead slides over your swollen clit, and you mewl out loud, explosions of toe-curling sensations crawling up your spine. You let your head fall back against the mattress, squeezing your eyes shut for half-a-second before peeling them open and looking down in panic as Ari’s dick starts to push against your small opening.
“Ari!” you reach down and tap his solid thigh in warning, “Ari, wait!”
“Yes or no?” the gruff, lustful voice did not sound like it belonged to your best friend, “Do you want this or no? Come on, baby.”
The velvety baritone of his voice has you throbbing between your legs, and you whimper out, “Y-Yes… yes, but I’m scared.”
“What’s scary, bub?” his tone softens as he finally meets your hooded gaze. Thumbing your pebbled nipples, he smiles lightly at you, “Tell me what’s scary.”
“Your…your…”
“My what?” his blue eyes sparkle, “My cock?”
You whimper, responding with a subtle nod of confirmation. He chuckles softly, his leathery hand slithering down your quivering body to flick your slippery clit, “What’s scary about my cock, baby?”
“It’s… it’s big and scary-looking,” you admit in a high-pitched tone, the tremble in your voice betraying your fear, “Can you make it smaller?”
Ari bites back a snort, “No, sweetheart, it’s not getting any smaller as long as I’m in between your pretty legs.”
Eyelids pricking with fresh tears, you wail, starting to have second thoughts about all this. It isn’t too late to back out, Ari has offered several times now to stop if you wished. But you didn’t want to stop—it’s unlike you to give up because you’re daunted by the challenge. God, but this would be easier by a hundred miles if Ari wasn’t fucking mammoth below the waist.
“Listen,” he squeezes your bare thigh, leisurely stroking his fat cock in his clenched fist, “Let me put the tip in first, okay? And let’s see how you feel after that, and if it’s too much, we stop. How does that sound, sweetheart?”
You nod your head shyly, and Ari smiles in return, tickling your tummy, “Good girl. Deep breaths in, okay? Don’t you worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.”
If your arousal wasn’t hampering your ability to think straight, you would’ve blanched at term. But he wasn’t your daddy, so what did he mean? You didn’t get to ask, or even think about it for more than two seconds before Ari was impaling with his thick cockhead.
“O-oh!” a choked, guttural noise crawls out your throat, and Ari grunts in pure bliss: “Shit… you’re clinging to my fuckin’ dick, baby.”
“Ari! Ari, I-I thought you said just the tip!” you dig your heels into the spongy mattress, bracing his bulky bicep for purchase, “Ow, ow, ow!”
“It is just the tip,” Ari confirms, wincing because your tight pussy was hurting even him as he was met with resistance, your narrow walls trying to reject him, to squeeze him out, “Fuck.”
Ari’s big hand flits over your stiff nipple, twisting and pinching the stinging buds. And you feel like you are simply malfunctioning, that you are no longer the master of your senses as his experienced touch overwhelms your undefiled body. Toes curling and back arching off the bed, an indescribable heat bursts inside your lower gut and all you can manage to do is scream and cry bloody-murder.
Ari grabs your squirming hips to still you, hissing harshly, “Stop moving” in a tone that has you almost instantly obeying. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to his huge size, feeling so stuffed and it was only the tip.
“Are you okay?” Ari asks tenderly, stroking the supple skin of your hip with his thumbs, “You’re doing great, bub, and ‘m very proud of you, you know that?”
“Ari,” you cry softly between sharp hiccups, whether in pain or lust neither of you know, “Ari… are you sure it’s just the tip? I feel so full…”
He grunts in response, “I promise, princess. I promise it’s only the tip. Do you wanna stop?”
You shake your head furiously, “No! No!”
Ari titters breathily, gliding his calloused hand up-and-down your smooth tummy, goosebumps rising in his wake, “You want more?”
Glimpsing down, your heart trips over a beat as you take in the sight of his big dick disappearing in your slick, little cunt. You are quick to look away because you’ll never get used to how unfathomably massive and thick his cock looks, your poor pussy was weeping from the intrusion.
“A little deeper,” you pant, warmth rising to your cheeks and to your toes. There’s no backing out now, you best get it over with. At least, that’s what you recite in your mind again and again as Ari fulfills your wish, thrusting one, two more inches into your weary pussy. Stabs of pain shoot through your writhing body alongside bolts of pleasure, and you squeak and thrash your limbs, “Okay, okay! That’s enough!”
He pauses, an impatient groan rumbling in the depths of his chest, “Bambi, I have to move or I’ll… I’ll bust right fuckin’ now, I swear to you. God, please. You’re gripping me real good, baby. Let Daddy fuck you nicely.”
“Daddy…” you babble, the miniscule part of your brain that governs your rationality shutting off completely, “It hurts really, really bad.”
“It’s because it’s your first time,” he informs you, gently rocking his hips to shallow-fuck you, “The pain will go away if you let me fuck you properly. I promise. I’ll make you feel real good, baby.”
Your trusting heart soars at his words, nodding eagerly as you try to relax, “Okay, Daddy.” And Ari never gave you any reason in the past to not trust him, now isn’t any different, right?
He beams at you, “That’s my girl.”
Moaning at the same time, Ari sheathes you with half of his thick cock, his progress slow and methodical. You peel open your eyes to look up at him, strands of dark, damp hair falling over his sticky forehead and his wet, pink lips parted in an “O” shape. But he’s staring down at where you two unite, your pretty pussy stretched beyond its limits around his rigid, throbbing dick, the mere sight of it nearly sending him toppling over the edge.
He leans over, flush against your sweaty body, and rolls his hips in languid circles, “How’s that feel, princess? Good?”
“Feels really good, Daddy…” you hum in response, your head lulling to the side. Then, realization dawns on you and you squeal happily, “... and, and it fits!”
“Yeah? Of course it fits, sweetheart. Didn’t I promise?” he sponges a sloppy, wet kiss on your glistening neck, “You love Daddy’s dick, don’t you, bub? Tell me how much you—a-ah—how much you love my cock.”
“I love your… I love your…”
“Cock,” he reminds you, nipping and sucking and lapping at the spongy skin of your neck, “‘I love Daddy’s cock’, say it.”
“I love Daddy’s… c-cock,” you whimper softly, and something in Ari snaps as he growls animalistically and impales you suddenly with the remaining inches of his dick in one quick thrust, a blood-curdling scream leaving your parted lips.
“Daddy!”
“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, gripping your thighs roughly and widening the angle of your legs to fill you up as deep as he can possibly go, “Fuck! This creamy pussy is gonna be the death of me.”
You cry out, gripping his bedsheets in your tiny fists and wildly shaking your head, “Ari! Ari, stop! Hurts! Hurts real bad!”
Ari pauses, buried deep inside your slippery canal, your wet walls clamping repeatedly around his fat dick. Your creamy cunt was unlike any woman’s he’s been with, it was so much better, so, so much tighter and wetter and prettier. Fuck, he never wanted to pull out, he could fuck you forever if it was possible.
He retreats slowly to rut back in, tugging you impossibly closer to his large body, practically engulfing you completely in his suffocating embrace. Grunting and muttering absolute filth against your sticky neck, he rocks against you at a moderate pace, his fat dick stroking a certain spot inside you that has you sobbing and moaning and working your hips with his unrelenting rhythm. Thrills sweep through your twitching body, the pressure in your lower gut mounting as you scale your peak.
“Talk to me, baby,” Ari pecks your jaw, lifting the hood of your clit and tickling your swollen cluster of nerves with his fingernail, “Are you okay? It still hurts?”
“‘M good!” you assure him, gasping as he rubs your throbbing little bud, and he lifts his head to grin at you, “That’s my good girl. I’m going to go a little faster, bub. Is that okay?”
“Mhm!” you manage to return his smile, and he coos at you, “My pretty little girl. Daddy loves fuckin’ your sweet pussy… would you look at that? Look at your tummy, baby.”
You raise your head to follow his lustful gaze, glancing down at your bloated belly, a visible outline of his thick girth in your little tummy. You practically squawk, looking away in horror and something else entirely: desire.
“Daddy is too big for your baby pussy, aren’t I, princess?” he growls, grabbing your tiny hand and placing it over the bulge in your distended tummy so you can feel him thrust in and out of you over and over, “Daddy’s fuckin’ you so deep that he’s in your belly.”
You can’t believe how wet this was all making you, but it was true, and the tell-tale sign: the obscene, sloppy wet noises between your shaking legs as Ari destroys your dripping cunt, and the lewd smack of his heavy balls swatting your flushed ass.
Ari licks the pads of long fingers and works your sensitive clit a little faster as the pace of his ruts quickens, full-on jackhammering into you. Your searing ass lifts off the bed as he pounds into you hard and fast at a brutal, unforgiving tempo, his guttural grunts amplifying in volume, turning into loud, primal moans that echo off his bedroom walls.
“I’m close!” he warns, feeling his heavy balls tighten, the tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm, “You gonna cum on my dick for me, princess? Fuck, I can tell by the way you’re choking Daddy’s cock. You almost there? Come on, milk Daddy’s dick.”
You’re wailing and thrashing your limbs violently, pure, unadulterated bliss taking over your soft features as you ride your crescendo, chasing your release until you finally tip over the edge and explode in a dizzying, mind-blowing orgasm that engulfs you completely, until all you can see is white stars. Ari fucks you through your release, his hips staggering as he chases his own.
“That’s right, baby—a-ah—make Daddy’s dick real fuckin’ wet. Squeezing my cock like your life fuckin’ depends on it. O-oh, I’m cumming!”
With a thunderous groan, rope after rope of his fiery seed fills you up, seeping into the depths of your tight pussy until you are the fullest you’ve ever been in your life. You’re both spasming as you ride out your orgasms, grinding and sliding against each other uncontrollably, aftershocks of your climax rippling throughout your weary body.
Dribbling down your thigh and pooling beneath your ass, his hot cum spills out of your weary cunt as Ari pulls out slowly, his cock coated in a mix of your and his fluids and your virgin blood. Softly humming, Ari deposits a kiss on your sticky temple and brushes your damp hair out of your flushed face, stroking your wet cheeks with his thumbs.
“How was that? You did a great job, bub. I’m so, so proud,” Ari caresses you, his hooded gaze looking you straight in the eye. You smile sheepishly up at him, “Mm, I loved it, Daddy. T-Thank you.”
He rises to flip you over on your stomach, and you yelp as you’re swiveled around and your nose is buried in his blankets. You feel Ari’s rough hands glide up and down your bare back, fingertips tracing your spine.
“Nothing’s ever been up this cute little ass either, huh, baby?” Ari grins almost wickedly, swatting your cheek roughly, “I’m gonna fill all your holes with my cum by the end of the night. You want that?”
You don’t even hesitate, nodding your head enthusiastically, unable to speak because you’re still in your foggy daze.
“That’s my girl,” and Ari can’t help but smile at you, at his girl.
warnings: smut, dacryphilia, hair pulling, fingers in mouth, slight gagging
w/c: 0.6k
summary: you weren’t even able to ride your boyfriend anymore, so he had to help you out, watching you closely while doing that as you feel apart on his cock.
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Carlos hands were having your hips in a perfect and pretty tight grip, you were sure his grip would leave rather big marks on your hips from how tight he was gripping you, but still not hurting you.
You were a whining mess, tears stinging your eyes, probably oh so close to falling down your red cheeks while Carlos was groaning as his eyes were closed, head angled upwards towards the ceiling.
You weren’t even moving up and down on his dick, you were already to tired to do that so Carlos sighed loudly before he tightly gripped your hips and moved your body up and down, groaning deeply whilst your hands found his shoulder, fingers intertwining with his hair.
“I f-feel so, s-so- fuck” you whined as you closed your eyes and dropped your head onto his shoulder, tears now running down your and his skin.
One hand left you hip and gripped you by your hair, pulling your head back up again.
“So what, huh? Tell me.” Carlos demanded quietly.
“S-so full.” You answered as you let your eyes flutter close while Carlos's hand wandered down to the back of your neck, gripping it and squeezing it while his gaze remained on your face, smirking like a lucky bastard as he was watching you fall apart on his cock.
Your boyfriend bit back a moan, maybe even a whine, “Pareces una zorra tan guapa.” You look like such a pretty slut. He mumbled deeply with a groan, hand now running along your soft but slightly sweaty skin, gripping your hip again and making you move on top of his erection again.
You bit your lip as he went on, “Rebotando encima de mi polla como una puta diosa.” Bouncing on top of my cock like a fucking goddes. The Spaniard groaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut for a brief second as you felt his fingers basically burying themselves in your skin.
You tried so desperately to bite back a loud moan mixed with a whine but it didn’t work, especially not as Carlos started to move his hips a tiny bit slower in circles, making his dick hit spots he never hit before.
“Dios mío, maldito señor.” Oh my fucking lord. Carlos moaned quietly as he felt himself oh so close to cumming right into your pussy.
You whined loudly as your head dropped onto your boyfriends shoulder again but Carlos was a huge fan of seeing your face while he’s making you cum all over his dick.
The Spaniard bit back a smile as he raised his hand and stroked your wet cheek with the back of his fingers, “shh baby, I got you… don't you worry.” You only nodded, not even sure if he’s currently speaking English or Spanish. You absolutely love it when he’s speaking Spanish, it drives you crazy. 
“Yeah, yeah I got you, I always do, don't I?” Carlos asked you.
You smiled, brows furrowed as you slowly felt how his hand started to tremble onto your cheek, sliding down your face and landing onto your hip again, harshly squeezing it. He exhaled a deep breath and groan after his forehead hit your shoulder, fingers squeezing your hips once again.
He chuckled as he noticed your shaking legs and hands, how your breathing got heavier and you choked on your tears.
Carlos lifted his head, mouth aligning with your ear, “M-Me too cariño, me t-too.” He mumbled quietly but quickly.
He raised one of his hands and ran his pointer and middle finger along your lips but as soon as you came and opened your mouth, he shoved his two fingers into you mouth and made you lightly gag on them, only being able to watch for a few seconds before he also slightly fell apart as he came deeply into your pussy.
“Filling y-you up in a-almost all holes, huh… You like that don’t you? Of course you do.” He whispered in a deep tone, fingers still gagging you as you looked down at him with tears filled eyes.
En realidad, es un honor estar conmigo, porque creo que soy una buena persona, amo profundamente a las personas, y no voy a tolerar nunca más que me traten como me trataron.
starring: mason mount
genre/content warnings: full on SMUT, a fuck ton of teasing, sub!mason (but it doesn't work out), reader can't dom, pet names, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (use protection, kids), cursing lol, mentions of alcohol. MINORS DNI
request by anon: Subby Mason being so sensitive and whiny hehe
word count: 3,084 oops
a/n: ((THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD BEAR WITH ME)) i may have gone a different way but hehe, here's a little sexy times to kick off the new year properly. happy new year! x
not my gif.
you shouldn't have worn that dress.
you realised as soon as you saw the way mason was devouring you with his gaze. fuck, you were really looking forward to that party, it was the first time you'd attended an event that wasn't chelsea related. these were your friends, not mason's teammates, and you really wanted to welcome the new year drunk as fuck, surrounded by people who'd also be drunk as fuck.
but there you were, only three drinks in, riding an uber home because mason couldn't keep his hands to himself seeing you dressed and partying like that. he tried to touch you, but you slapped his hand away immediately, not willing to set a scene in front of the poor driver. he was a bit drunker than you, evidently, little man can't handle his alcohol like you can, so you expected him to pass out immediately upon arrival.
you opened the door, letting him and yourself in and dropping the keys on the table. you were annoyed, but clearly mason didn't give a damn because his hands were on you immediately after you'd closed the door. he kissed you hungrily, and you almost let yourself sink into his touch before pushing him away.
“no, what the fuck, mase?!” you scolded, “you knew i was looking forward to that party,” his hands were still on you as he pouted like a little boy, “don’t give me that face. you're anything but innocent.”
“baby, i’m sooo sorryy,” his apology was less than genuine as he dragged his words, “i just couldn't handle the way you look in that dress,” he went to sneak his hands under the hem of the silky fabric, pulling it up a bit so he could catch a glimpse of your lacy panties through your tights.
you hastily pushed his arms away, fixing your clothes while scolding him once again, “quit messing with me. i’m gonna burn this fucking dress,” his pout was back, but you ignored it, “i can't believe it. the first time in ages i'm actually having a good time and your fucking hormones have to ruin the fun—”
you stop talking when you notice his subtle squirm and barely audible gasp he lets go. he avoids your gaze, like a guilty dog, and you finally look down to notice the bulge in his trousers.
“mason mount, you're not getting turned on by me yelling at you right now,” your tone is severe, but he just shrugs and smiles innocently.
he then gives you another pout, now mixed with a pleading look. and somehow, something clicks within you, and you find yourself seizing the opportunity that's presented itself in front of you right now. you walk slowly towards him, your heels giving you the necessary height for you to speak directly to his ear.
“alright, pretty boy,” your tone is low, the pet name making him shiver not so subtly, “let’s see how good you are at begging.”
you drag him to the bedroom with you, quietly unbuttoning his shirt before removing it. you don't let him touch you, letting him know you are now in control. “would you like me to tie you up, like you do with me?” you ask, half teasing, half asking for consent. the way he says yes almost desperately tells you you won't be having much trouble with consent anyways.
you tug at his belt slightly before unbuckling it, pulling it off of him and making it into that weird loop you'd actually taught him before. you instruct him to lie down on the bed and you tie his wrists together with the belt, tightening it enough so that he can't escape it. you hear him gasp again, this time at the sudden pull of his restraint. suddenly feeling weird, you realised you were going into unexplored territory, and although you had read enough about it to have a general idea of what to do, you decided to take a moment to look at him seriously.
“from this moment on, if there's something that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me, okay? it's both of us having fun here, not just me, not just you. right, pretty boy?” he nods vigorously again, but you shake your head, “use your words.”
“y-yes,” his slightly high pitched response takes you by surprise, and you raise your eyebrows at him.
“someone’s eager,” he was blushing before, but the red on his cheeks deepens when you point this out. yes, he was eager. he wanted you to touch him already, but he didn't want you to punish him for asking. you winked at him before getting on your feet again.
you started stripping slowly to tease. you discarded your black tights and carefully undid the zipper of your dress, pulling off the straps so he could watch it slip off of your body with ease. mason sighed, the sight of your lacy black lingerie being too much to handle. he looked away momentarily, biting the inside of his cheek before his gaze returned to you. the click of your heels approached him as you sat on the edge of the bed, carefully taking them off before climbing on top of him.
you straddled him, leaning in to kiss him slowly at first, then faster as your mouth left him to go looking for his neck. finding his pulse, you let your tongue slide against it and he let out the most precious whimper you'd ever heard. in fact, you weren't sure you'd heard him whimper before, it was always deep moans and groans for you. this was new, and you liked it. you continued kissing and sucking on his neck, trying not to leave marks or bruises but not really caring if you did. you rolled your hips on his ever so slightly, but it didn't go unnoticed by him. his hands went to grab at your hips, only to be stopped by the belt, so he pushed his hips into yours shamelessly. you stopped kissing his skin to scold him.
“nu-uh, pretty boy, i’m in charge right now. you must be patient.”
he bit his lip, “please, baby, don't tease,” he begged in a desperate tone, but you just chuckled.
“i’m not done. hey, remember i wanted to go to that party so bad?” with an evil smile, you caressed his cheek before kissing him again, but stopping so soon and leaving him wanting more. you then kissed down his neck again, then his collarbone, then your mouth found his nipple. feeling bold, you tried sucking at it softly as he always did to you.
there was that beautiful whine again. fuck, he was sensitive. the contact of your tongue with his nipple had him squirming a bit, his breathing now heavy and rather uneven.
“please,” you heard him beg again, his cock imploring to be freed from his clothes. you smirked, one of your hands travelling down to unbutton his trousers, pulling the zipper down. your hand then snuck inside the fabric, palming him over his boxers, now realising they were dampened with precum. he hissed when your fingers found his tip, rubbing it through the fabric.
“please, what, pretty boy?” he was absolutely done with your teasing, but you were enjoying this so much, your own arousal gathering in the fabric of your underwear. you got up and started to pull his trousers down and off, leaving him in just his boxers. carefully, you slipped your fingertips under the elastic hem, pulling it down until his cock sprung free. he gasped once more, probably due to the cold air finally hitting his throbbing shaft.
he was now completely exposed, anxious for you to do something, but you were still waiting for him to tell you what he wanted. you gave him a look that said ‘go on’, an urgent look on his face when he finally understood.
“please touch me.”
a smirk painted your lips upon hearing this, and you had him sit up, making himself comfortable on the edge of the bed with his hands still tied. when he was up, you proceeded to get on your knees in front of him, your fist then wrapping around his length and stroking him once, twice, three times before looking up at him. you wet your lips with your tongue in preparation.
“is this what you were thinking of, back at the party?” you taunted, your tone teasing as you spread his legs and he groaned lowly, “of me getting on my knees and sucking you off?” yes, yes it was.
as you said this, your tongue slid out to lick the reddened tip slowly, his hips bucking involuntarily. you started taking inch by inch of him into your mouth, starting to bob your head up and down his length as you sucked. you held onto his thigh for stability with one hand, the other stroking whatever didn’t fit inside your mouth. he groaned, his head falling back as he struggled, trying to grab your head but once again, his hands were tied. you giggled at his attempts, the vibrations of your mouth making him hiss, his eyes shut tight. with your tongue, you found his vein, the soft muscle gliding against it in a rapid movement. in response, you felt his hips buck harder into you, the surprise movement making you gag. you pushed him out of your mouth, pretending to be disturbed by his recent actions, when in reality you found it amazingly hot.
“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry it was— i’m sorry, please don’t stop,” he pleaded, but it was too late, you were already getting up. you had to admit, he looked very cute when he begged, that mortified expression on his face when he saw you leaving your business unfinished.
“nah, it looks like you can’t follow simple instructions. who’s in charge?”
“you are,” he muttered, and you pretended not to hear him so he would speak up, “you are!”
“and who says when you get to hammer your dick into me?”
“you do.”
“good boy,” peculiarly, mason felt proud of himself at your praise. you pushed him so he was on his back again, shuffling so he could climb up the bed without using his hands. you went back to straddling him, and this time he could feel the warm slick of your arousal on him, the lacy material separating you feeling almost unholy. you wanted to grab his hands and push them against the mattress as you ground against him, but soon you realised you had to untie his hands for it to work, “mase?”
“yes?”
“i’m going to free you from your restraints,” you explained, watching him look at you, confused, “but i need you to promise you won’t touch me unless i give you permission. can you do that?”
“yes.”
with his confirmation, you reached for the belt and loosened it so he could pull his hands out. you threw the belt somewhere, not giving half a damn about it as your hips rolled against his, slowly at first, yet going faster after a minute. you unclasped your bra, taking it off and letting mason watch your breasts bounce a little as you ground onto him. his face contorted into the most beautiful, lust-ridden expressions you’d ever seen, alcohol really made him sensitive. he was panting, your own hands being the only obstacle stopping him from rolling over and pounding into you. his soft pants gradually turned into soft whimpers, and he was now begging you to stop.
“if you keep doing that, i’m just gonna cum,” he warned, and you listened, “please, baby, please…”
“please what, love?” he shook his head.
“i’m ‘pretty boy’ now,” he protested, earning a chuckle from you.
“please what, pretty boy?” you corrected, hovering over him so you could begin to take off your panties. you pulled them down, struggling a bit to free yourself of them due to the position you were in, but you finally managed.
“please, let me touch you.”
you bit your lip, considering your options for a second. maybe you weren’t made for this, because you wanted to say yes and surrender yourself to him like mad. softly, you nodded, and his eyes lit up, “fine, baby, you can touch me.”
that was all he needed to hear. in a split second, he had you under him, his hands finally caressing your skin. he kissed your lips briefly before going down to your neck, collarbone and nipple like you had done earlier, and only then did you realise you needed the contact so much. you moaned for the first time that night as his tongue worked on your nipple, the other one being rubbed and pinched between his fingers. his mouth finally left your breast alone, moving down to leave soft kisses on your stomach, and then further down.
involuntarily, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when his hands grabbed your thighs and spread them open, mason getting comfortable between them as his tongue found your wet core. you let out a needy whine, and he smirked. oh, how the tables have turned, he thought. mason took a step back, rhetorically, as his thumbs pulled open your folds, middle finger messing with your clit briefly, making you gasp. finally, his tongue went back to work, mason expertly eating you out while you squirmed under his strong grasp.
your hands went to grab his hair, pulling him further at moments but then pushing him, trying to get him off of you. he found this amusing, knowing you were trying to lengthen the moment when you pushed him away, absentmindedly edging yourself. your left hand suddenly leaves his hair and is briefly covering your face, then fisting the sheets above your head. he stretched one of his arms out to fiddle with your nipple again, the knot on your stomach intensifying until it snaps and you finally reach your high over a loud cry of his name. you push him away desperately as he keeps licking and sucking your clit even after you’d orgasmed, the stimulation being too much for you.
he laughed shortly, standing up as he wiped his mouth with his forearm, “fucking delicious,” his voice was now deep and raspy. you’re just laying there, trying to recover from that very much needed high, when he suddenly pulls you towards the edge, his left arm holding your thigh in position as the other one drops to the height of the bed. with his free hand, he grabs himself, flexing his knees slightly so that he can reach the right height. pumping himself a few times, he slides his cock through your folds, coating himself in your juices and making you gasp, all in one movement.
mason’s hand still holding your thigh, he lined himself up with you and pushed in lazily, getting his revenge from earlier. you slapped his arm when you saw the smug look on his face, your head pushing back when he suddenly went in harder. he hadn’t even started rocking his hips, and already you were a mess under him. mase gave you a moment to adjust, though you were ready hours ago. when he saw your confirmation nod, he started swiftly pushing and pulling in and out of you, his right hand lowering to catch your hanging thigh and prop it on his forearm like the other one.
with his arms still holding your legs, his hands stretched as much as they could to grab your hips and lift them slightly so you were correctly supported and the angle of his thrusts didn’t hurt you. for a minute, only your soft moans and his deep groans, along with the sound of skin slapping could be heard, but then mason started going faster, harder, pounding into you mercilessly, and your moans turned into cries of pleasure with his name thrown into the mix here and there. at some point he must’ve grown tired of the position he was in, because he pushed you a bit so he could rest his knee on the edge of the bed for support while still fucking you hard.
guttural moans and groans escaped his lips, this newly found angle giving him a better access to you. he leaned to kiss your lips shortly, probably as a distraction for himself. your thigh was now pressing on your abdomen as he pushed it with half his weight against you, fingers gripping the skin so harshly it would for sure leave some bruises. unable to think properly, you began to notice his thrusts were getting somewhat uneven, letting you know he was close. your hand slid down to touch yourself, but a slap refrained from doing so. you looked up at him, shocked.
“no touching,” he spat, and only then you noticed the layer of sweat that had his hair sticking to his forehead, “fuck, fuck, i can’t—”
his phrases were cut short like that, and his other hand let go of your thigh to rub your clit in circle-like movements, though those movements were stopped as he was distracted by a loud moan that had him letting his head fall back, eyes shut as his legs started trembling uncontrollably.
“cum for me, pretty boy.”
you didn’t even know why you said that, but his reaction was priceless. that precious, exquisite, sinful whimper you wanted to keep in your ears forever came back, and mason cursed loudly as let himself fall on top of you, holding himself up with his elbow and frantically pulling out of you as he came hard, his cum pooling in your tummy.
after he’d managed to stop twitching, mason laughed, still on top of you, “i think i came inside a bit,” he announced, your breathing still too shaky to say something, so you just chuckled.
“worth it,” you finally said. when he was able to stand up again, he grabbed whatever he could find first, which happened to be your panties, to clean the mess he’d made on your skin. he then went to clean himself a bit and came back to ask if you wanted to shower with him. you agreed, only then grabbing your phone to look at the time.
“hey, it’s 00:16. happy new year, pretty boy” you said, and he wasted no time in checking for himself and then going for his new year’s kiss.
This was requested by @stelena-klayley. Sorry it is so short but I tried to keep it sweet and simple.
Summary: Your mother asks how your relationship is
Warnings: fluff
Word count: 800
66. “He feels like home.”
"Well? How's your relationship?" your mother asks you both once you got comfortable on the couch. You look at Max. He was blushing hard and you were sure you were the same.
How is your relationship?
It’s a healthy loving relationship that you think is sustainable for the long run. You do have your crazy moments and you do occasionally fight, but that’s normal.
Being in love is one thing but it takes a lot to keep that commitment to sustain that love in the long run from two individuals in a love relationship.
The basis of any serious relationship should be respect, trust, honesty, and loyalty.
Looks are not everything irrespective of gender.
In the long run, what matters is the personality and compatibility between two individuals.
The fundamental thing about him is he gets you. He knows exactly what you are and has chosen to spend the rest of his life with you. Just like any other individual, you have certain traits, characteristics, and quirks that can be kind of annoying to people. For some reason, he doesn't find those things annoying.
Your laziness on some matters does drive him kind of crazy and you are not a fan of his obsession with ensuring everything is in order. That tends to be the source of your fights. You always make up within a couple of hours, so things are going to be fine in the future. You share many core values about life and you are both mature to know that everything's meant to be broken so you don't make a fuss about little things like kids.
Not to get too sappy, but you miss him a lot when he travels for the races. You can't always attend them because of your work schedule and when you two are apart, it feels like hell. He has to call you to make sure you ate because you would feel too miserable without him and you would just stay in bed all day. Waking up next to him, getting a morning kiss, hugging him before you leave to work, messing around with him is just a little bonus when you are both in Monaco. You don't think you've ever felt this way about a man before.
Even though being in a relationship means you’re a “we,” you’re still encouraged to embrace all the things that make you, you. Not only should you be yourself—you should be the best version of yourself. In a healthy relationship, your partner will accept you exactly the way you are. They’ll never try to make you into someone or something you aren’t. And he did push you to become your best self. You saw him train every day and you went too and started training with him every day. You started eating healthy with him. Sure, you were still a little lazy, but who wasn't?
When two parties are willing to work together in order to maintain a healthy relationship, there is little that can happen to ruin that relationship. There are many qualities and factors that contribute to a healthy and long-lasting relationship. Namely, these are: communication, respect, and support. Without these, a friendship is destined to crash and burn.
Starting a fresh relationship with someone is always fun and interesting. They might teach you new things throughout time and also bring out new things about yourself that you probably didn’t know. Meeting someone new brings high hopes. It is always a good feeling knowing that person has the same interest in you as you do for them. A person might come into your life while you are going through something stressful, so that person can turn into an escape from all the drama going on in your life. Causing that person to mean a lot to you in a short period of time. This can be both, good and bad.
When you two met, thanks to your mutual friend Pierre, you didn't look for a boyfriend. You just ended a relationship that, after a year, had become toxic. Max had been alone for some time and wanted to find someone, and when he saw you, he knew he had to do everything in his power to get to know you and accept a date from him. And you did. Because, nobody knew that, but you had a crush on Max and you were incredibly happy when Pierre told you he would introduce you. He felt like home from the first moment.
“It's really great!" you answer your mother and touch Max's hand. "He feels like home.”
Your mother seemed delighted with your answer and smiled at you. You looked at Max and he kissed you on the forehead quickly.
I love your writing and I just saw that your requests are open and if you could make a smut with marco reus where while he and the reader are having sex the reader gets a call and marco tells her to answer it while he is fucking her hard
answer the call, or i’ll stop | marco reus
not my gif but there's something heavenly about these blond hairs
summary: as request
word count: 1177
warnings: smut, +18!, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, the usual
notes: hi!!! thanks for the request, and sorry for the delay, hope you like it! 💞
"Marco? What are you doing here?"
You asked when you saw your boyfriend walk through your office door. It was almost evening, and you were supposed to go home some time ago, but when it involved your work, you could never put things off.
"I ask you, baby, aren't you supposed to be home by now?" He asks, stepping up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You automatically hug him by the shoulders. Marco distributes soft kisses, alternating between your cheek and your neck.
"Oh yes, I had a lot of things to organize today."
"I get it, I've been waiting for you for over an hour." He murmurs, his hands coming down to your hips, holding you tight. You plant your hands on the back of his neck, enjoying the roughness of his beard, rubbing against your face.
You knew that because Marco was a football player he had a tight schedule during the season, and that he hated, as much as you do, to miss moments when the two of you could be alone.
"And you couldn't wait any longer?" You teased, feeling his kisses on your neck getting more intense.
"Not even a fucking second." He said before attacking your lips with theirs in a hungry, electrifying kiss. His hands squeezing every place on your body until you propelled your thighs so that you sat on your desk. You spread your legs and Marco fits in there, not stopping kissing you for a second.
The pressure of his hard cock on your groin was driving you crazy, your body trembling and your panties wet. Lucky for you, you had already sent all the interns away, you really couldn't wait to get home.
"How can you look so hot in those clothes?" Marco starts to unbutton the buttons of your social shirt, which gives you a good view of the line of your tits, tightened by the black bra.
"I wonder the same thing when I see you in your Dortmund kits." You reply, trying to get rid of his shirt. Within seconds, the two of you are naked. Marco left your mouth with a bite and moved his lips down your neck with small bites until he reached your tits. He kissed and sucked on them for a while before kneeling on the floor and continuing down your belly.
You moaned and pulled at his short blond hair as soon as you felt his tongue in your pussy, beginning to work on your clitoris. His hands pressed the inside of your thighs to keep your legs spread as wide as possible. Reus loved the taste of your pussy, he could stay there for hours and hours, just drinking your fluids.
You could no longer moan low when he found your pleasure point and began to stimulate it with his tongue. Marco inserted a finger into your wet pussy and your moans became more intense, your hips moved, indicating that climax was near. When he inserted another finger, you couldn't resist and came, writhing and moaning loudly, almost screaming with pleasure.
"You're so quiet today, what's going on, sweetheart?" He reached up and whispered in your ear. You just sighed, unable to speak. Marco turned you over, gently, and pushed you down on the table. You rested your hands on the soft wood as he paused for a second to appreciate your round ass, your arched back, and the sweat that was beginning to form.
He penetrated you slowly, you were still pulsating from your recent orgasm, you were so wet and so soft that you seemed to be massaging the entire length of his dick. Marco started to move, but not the way you would have liked.
"Marco...harder." You asked, thrusting your ass, and he complied by increasing the speed of your hips, his hands squeezing your tits while his mouth kissed your neck. He fucked you hard and rhythmically.
The annoying noise from your cell phone began to echo in the room, and you rolled your eyes, moaning that you didn't think you could answer that call. Your hand slid down to pick up the cell phone and look at the screen, it was a client. Just as you were about to refuse the call, Marco held your hand.
"Answer it." He ordered without stopping his strokes on you.
"Marco..."
"Answer the call, or I'll stop." You groaned as he began to move slower and slower, holding your hips.
“Don't stop." You said, clicking the green button and bringing the handset to your ear. "Hello?"
Marco smiled and the moment you answered he returned to the rhythm of before his thrusts. His hands moved up your belly to your breasts, squeezing each of your nipples, you had to bite your lips hard to keep from moaning.
"Hello, is this the Y/N’s office?"
"That's...right." You said with difficulty trying to muffle your moans. Marco was showing no mercy, his hands roaming all over your body leaving a trail of goosebumps, his mouth not leaving your neck, but your limit was when his fingers reached your clitoris, stimulating it, combined with the movements of his dick inside you. "Fuck!" you shouted, covering the microphone so that a possible client couldn't hear. Marco laughed, he was having fun.
"Great, I'd like to schedule an appointment, I'm having a problem and need a consultation in person." The other person said on the other end of the line, unaware of what was happening to you at the moment.
"C-could you..." You gasped, feeling each pressure of his finger, on your clit, begin to take over your entire body. That glorious feeling of high satisfaction. You wanted to go to heaven, but the damn call was locking your gate. "...call during business hours? I'm busy at the moment."
You were holding back as long as possible to endure your orgasm, Marco knew that, so he rotated his hips hitting a spot in your groin, and it was impossible for you not to moan. Marco's hands pressed you tightly against his body, as your soft pussy contracted more and more around his cock. Until you couldn't stand it and gave yourself to him again, in another intense orgasm. The sensation swept over you once again and made your legs weak. You whimpered softly, realizing that you hadn't covered the microphone.
"Sure... I'll call back later."
The person spoke on the other end of the line, and you hung up. Marco continued to fuck you, more slowly, until he took a deep breath and cum too, inside you. When he finished all the cum discharges, he turned you around, so he could kiss you.
"Damn, Marco." You sighed, with difficulty, your chest rising and falling, frantically.
"Treat your clients well, baby." He chuckled into your mouth.
"Kind of hard not to be rude with you fucking me like that."
"When you want to do it again, just call me."
He winked, and you smiled. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to work overtime if it ended this way.
Hey love🤍 I actually have another request (btw I am IN LOVE with the wedding one🥺)! Can you write one where the pair are out with friends and are playing laser tag (they are on opposing teams) and Ben pushed the reader into a corner, kisses her, shoots her and walks away smirking! Full of fluff ((:
All's Fair In Love And War
Thank you for the request!! It's been a while since I've played laser tag so I can't remember exactly how the rules go, but oh well.
Also, if you're interested in a version that involves Mason @masnmounts has written an incredible one here.
Summary: Reece probably didn't know the carnage that would evolve when he invited Ben and y/n out for a round of laser tag
Song: Another One Bites The Dust - Queen
"You two," Mason calls out, pointing at Ben and y/n as they stood together, "opposite teams!"
"Excuse me?" Y/n raised her eyebrows, resting her gun against her shoulder. Ben and y/n had accepted Reece's last-minute invitation for a game of laser tag, with the hope of annihilating the other team together. "Fine," she huffs, taking Declan by the elbow and dragging him towards Reece, "we get Declan."
"Eh, fuck off," Mason fired back, not wanting his team to be without his best friend. He quickly turns to Lauren, giving her half a smile. "No offence to you, of course." Lauren just shrugs her shoulders, not entirely confident with her laser tag abilities.
"Why am I on your team?" Reece asks, questioning her as she settles in beside the two boys.
"Because you want to be on the winning team, don't you?" She counters, twisting her upper body to face him. She felt so small between the two of them. "Unless you want to be on the losing team-"
"You must be looking in a mirror, sweetheart," Ben quips, interrupting her with a loud ha. She shoots him a glare, her competitiveness beginning to jump out. "We're clearly the more superior team," he gloats, looking at Mason and then at Lauren, "you don't even stand a chance against us."
Y/n just rolls her eyes, unimpressed by his attempt to dismantle her confidence. "You might be better than me on a football pitch, sweetheart," she mocks his use of the simple name of endearment, "but this is my domain." She takes a step towards him, trying her best not to smile as she tries to psych him out. "Baby, you just entered Satan's lair and I'm the one who's in charge," she tells him, fighting back the urge to laugh at how ridiculous they were being.
"You're all talk, y/l/n," Ben quips, copying her as takes another step forward. Their chests were an inch apart and y/n had to push herself up onto her tiptoes so they were face to face. "You're going down," he whispers, y/n scrunching her nose as he pecks the end.
"Are two done flirting?" Mason asks, pulling Ben back by his shoulder.
Declan tugged her away, "no fraternising with the enemy!" He gave Lauren the I'm watching you signal with his hand, before the three of them, him, Reece and y/n, huddled together. "What's our plan?" He asks, looking to Reece, who shrugged his shoulders.
"She's clearly designated herself as captain," Reece tells him, pointing to y/n.
Y/n ran them through a quick plan she had put together. She wanted each of them to focus on one member of the other team: Reece focusing on Mason, Declan focusing on Lauren, and, naturally, she would be focusing on Ben. If the opportunity arose for them to shoot one of the others then they should take the shot, no questions asked. And the most important thing to remember was stealth, the room they were playing in was going to be dark, with various obstacles and barriers to hide behind, making stealth all that more important.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" A voice boomed over the speakers as the six of them entered the room, causing Lauren to squeak as she jumped. Y/n smiled, nudging her playfully with her elbow, before running over to her teammates. "You have one minute to take your places..."
Y/n barely listened to the instructions, too busy focusing on Ben, who had been staring her down in the dark. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, giggling to herself when she noticed him shift awkwardly on the spot. She knew he had a weird thing for her biting her lip, admitting that there was something so sexy about an action that was so simplistic. Maybe this was how she could get inside his head, use his weakness against him.
"GO!" The loud buzzer made them all jump, tearing y/n's attention away from Ben and onto the game.
Her team made their way to the back of the arena, breaking off in three directions as to not make it easier on the other team. Y/n had climbed up onto the split level, running across the bridge and finding cover behind a stack of sandbags. Being higher up than the rest of her team meant she could gain a better view of the ground below.
She spotted Lauren straight away, her blonde ponytail sticking out giving her away. It would've been easy for her to sneak around and take a shot from above, but they were the only two females in the group and someone once said that women were supposed to stick together. That and y/n felt sympathy for Lauren, knowing she was probably going to be the first one to lose all five lives.
Not y/n though, she was adamant that she was going to be the last person standing. After all, she had made a comfortable living playing video games, now she was just putting those skills to the test.
For the first five minutes of the game, she stuck to the upper level, staying low as she crouched between various modes of cover. She had even taken one of Ben's lives without him even noticing it was her.
"Oi!" She whipped her head around, lowering her gun once she saw it was just Declan. Both of them were taking cover at opposite ends of the bridge. He pointed down to below him, y/n craning her neck over the edge to see both Lauren and Mason trying to come up with a plan. Y/n nodded her head, counting to three on her fingers. "You two!" Declan shouted, the two of them popping up to aim their guns over the bridge.
Both of them tried to scramble away, but Declan and y/n were just that much quicker, shooting the targets on their backs. "You busted my cover," she tells him, accepting the high five as they crossed paths. Declan just laughs, finding her competitiveness rather amusing. He was playing for fun, but to him, it was like y/n was playing for blood.
Y/n held the gun high, ready to fire as she checked around the corners. She kept her back as close to the wall as she could, aware that the rules said you couldn't cover your targets, but was in it to win it, so if she needed to cheat to win, she would cheat. Its not like she would be first person to do it, nor would she be the last.
She crouched low, almost sliding across the floor so she could get behind cover. A few feet in front of her was Reece hiding behind a couple of red and blue barrels sandwiched together. To his left, Mason was encroaching the space, ready to pounce on him.
"Oh, come on!" Mason shouts out as she fires at his target, saving Reece from losing another life. Her laugh echoed off the walls as she ran past them both, giving Reece a high five. "Again?" She hears him shout, frustrated that she had gotten him again in the space of ten minutes.
Y/n slipped into the second room, far darker than the last one, making it harder to see. LED lights illuminated the room, a series of walls placed strategically together to form a maze awaited her path. Maybe she could find the middle and pick off anyone who came through, she thought, quite liking the plan as she stepped into the maze.
"Hey!" She snaps, her back colliding with the wall as she's pushed up against it. Ben had followed her inside, deciding that this was the perfect plan to execute his own plan. He had a trick up her sleeve that if she wouldn't have seen coming. "Oh," she says, noticing how his blue eyes seemed to shine brighter under the LED lights, "it's just you. Is this the part where you shoot me?"
Ben tilted his head to the side, fighting the instinct to just shoot her and run. "Now, why would I do that?"
"Because that's the whole aim of the game."
"Someone's taking this a little bit too seriously, huh?" He found her competitiveness to be cute, a personality trait they both shared. His free hand brushed up her bare arm, his touch making her shiver. "You're supposed to be having fun, baby," he says, bringing his hand up to her brush her hair off her shoulder.
"I am having fun," she fires back, "I've already taken one of your lives."
Ben pulls back, a little surprised. "That was you?" She nods her head, smiling proudly up at him. "I didn't even see you," he was impressed. He knew how good she could be with a controller in her hands, but he did expect it to translate into the real world. He dips his face into her neck, tongue making contact with her skin as he pressed open mouth kisses against her hot skin. "But you know that was just a one-off right?" He whispers into her ear.
Y/n opens her mouth to argue, groaning as he cuts her off with a kiss. His mouth slots perfectly against hers, roughly kissing her as his hand grabs her jaw. She was too distracted by his kiss to feel the end of his gun pressing into her target, the buzzer making her jump back as it sounds out.
"Benjamin!" She shouts, groaning as he takes a step back, a shit-eating grin painted on his lips. "That's cheating!" She accuses pointing her finger at him, more annoyed at herself for letting herself get distracted. "You cheated!"
"Nuh-huh," he slowly walks away from her, the end of his gun resting against his shoulder, "what is it that they say?" He brings his free hand up to his chin, tapping his finger against it as he pretends to think. "Oh, yeah, all's fair in love and war."
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SMUT OK PEOPLE!! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!
You hadn’t been at the Bridge tonight, but you didn’t need to be. You had watched the match on your large TV. Thankfully you had been at home, because if you had been at the stadium you doubted you would have been able to contain yourself.
When the front door opened and closed you were up and on your boyfriend within a split second. You kissed him hastily, tongue curling against his.
“Y/N, what-?” But you cut Mason off by dragging him through to the living room and pushing him down onto the sofa.
Climbing onto him, you settled happily down onto his left thigh. Under your thin leggings you could feel everything - the ripples of the lean muscle there and the heat radiating from his body.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you looked tonight?"
Tik Tok trend of sending your boyfriend a dirty text when he's around people and watching him go crazy 😂😂 with Mason
oh to tease mason in public
warnings: sexual language, mentions of sexual themes
careful, mase - mason mount
You were more than aware of the way Mason’s fans reacted when they saw him in your tiktoks, any video with him blew up almost immediately and they were always begging you to do certain videos. One request that kept popping up in your replies and in your DMs was sending him a dirty text while he was around people.
So what better way to do it than when you were spending the afternoon with his family? The two of you were sitting on separate sofas in his parents living room, Mason was sat beside his dad talking to him about the last match and you were settled on the same sofa as Jaz. You’d been curled up in the corner of the sofa with Summer on your knee while she got you to brush her dolls hair but she’d gone to sit on the floor with a train set in the past few minutes.
Seeing Mason sitting so comfortably, legs spread slightly, thighs on show in his tight shorts, white hoodie hugging his upper body, you’d wanted to make him squirm and you were quick in pulling your phone out. You got both the camera and messaging apps up to make it easier and tapped your finger against your knee as you thought of what to send him.
Mason’s conversation with his dad had tapered out and he was lounged back, listening to his parents and Jaz talk about Summer’s first few weeks at school. He met your gaze across the room and sent you a soft smile and you returned it before typing out your message, teeth sinking into your cheek to hide your growing smile.
cant stop thinking about you fucking me later, how quick do you think you can have me begging you to let me cum?
i was thinking you could bend me over in front of my new mirror
You sent both messages in quick succession before switching to the camera app, pressing record and making sure you would capture everything Mason did. His phone pinged and his eyebrows drew together as he pulled it from the front pocket of his hoodie. The room was still full of talking but you knew immediately that the second Mason read your texts he’d zone out completely.
His eyes ran over his screen and then a soft blush coloured his cheeks and ears, a smirk starting to tug at the corner of his mouth. He brought a hand up and ran his thumb over his bottom lip as if he could push the smile away and your own grin just grew larger. Mason’s eyes hadn’t left the screen, he was clearly just re reading the message repeatedly. He was always so cocky when it came to sex, he knew exactly what to do to rile you up and you felt a little thrill at the fact you’d turned the tables.
Mason tucked the lower half of his face into his jumper so just his forehead and flushed ears were visible and you could tell immediately that he was grinning. You watched his body rise and fall on a deep breath and then he sat back up properly, hand moving to adjust his shorts, tugging a little at the ends of them. He was clearly trying to compose himself and when he finally lifted his gaze to meet yours you recognised the heat in his eyes.
He watched you from across the room, gaze flickering between you and your phone and you knew he knew you were recording. Mason’s tongue slowly darted out of his mouth and he swiped it along his bottom lip, eyes never once leaving yours and the flutters you felt were almost embarrassing, you were meant to be getting to him, not the other way around. He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a knee weakening act that made you a little light headed, that smirk still on his face and then raked his eyes along your figure before turning back to his phone.
His parents and Jaz were still having a conversation and Summer was shouting out numbers but you could only focus on Mason, his fingers flying across his keyboard and you knew he was replying. He re adjusted his shorts again and then your own phone pinged and you had to stop your recording of Mason to read it.
i can still picture you riding my thigh in the car before we came here so you wanna be a good girl and come upstairs so i can make you cum like that again?
i reckon i could have those pretty legs shaking for me in five minutes
The blush that coated your own cheeks was a thousand times worse than Mason’s and you clenched your thighs together, gaze flashing to his across the room. He was still smirking, his hand settled against said thigh you’d been sat on not even two hours ago and you swallowed thickly, heat flooding your body.
careful, mase, you’re giving yourself too much credit
It was a lie. You both knew he could have you breaking beneath him in less than five minutes but you didn’t want to boost his already gigantic ego. His eyes narrowed in your direction, tongue once again swiping out to wet his lips and your mind short circuited at the fact that you could have that same tongue on your in only a few minutes.
sweetheart i could make you cum in minutes from barely even touching you
prove it
You locked your gaze on his, desperate now for him to do something despite the fact his entire family were around. Mason tilted his head questioningly towards the living room door, an open invitation of there ever was one and you gave a subtle nod.
“Mum, is that old photo album of me and Dec still in my room?” Mason’s voice was innocently sweet, a completely different person to the one you were about to see.
“Oh, I think so, why?”
“Y/N needs some embarrassing photos for Dec’s birthday. I’m gonna show her them, yeah?” Debbie looked slightly confused as Mason stood but nodded anyway and you felt flushed with embarrassment because you were literally being dragged away from his parents just so he could have his way with you.
Mason held his hand out to you when he got to the sofa and you slipped your fingers through his, letting him pull you up and then lead you towards the door. His head dropped when you were on the stairs and he brushed his lips over your ear.
“We both know you never last with my tongue, Y/N, but if I do make you cum in less five minutes, I get to do whatever I want with you tonight.”
in which picking up your stuff to say goodbye doesn’t go quite to plan
warnings; NSFW, smut smut smut, kinda toxic daniel but it’s okay cause it’s hot, choking, unprotected sex oOps
having put this off for almost a month, you thought you’d be more prepared to see your ex boyfriend for the first time since you both called it quits. a messy breakup meant no contact after you stormed out of his home, a few days later him flying off to austria for a triple header.
while you were sure he was consumed with distractions, you were left to cry and over think your heart out. where did you and daniel go wrong? trust issues was what you had narrowed it down to, although really it was just the long distance, insecurities and lack of communication from the both of you.
a shaky breath left your lips as you knocked at his door; that familiar feeling in the bottom of your stomach as your throat dried up. you were here to pick up your stuff, as he was finally back from austria. and you knew that this would make it all real, your three year relationship done.
“hey, come in,” daniel spoke awkwardly after swinging the door open. instantly the male felt the tension, so use to being easy going and minimising the awkwardness with anyone and everyone; this was definitely out of his comfort zone.
unlike you he had no time to process this breakup, apart of him hoping he’d come home and things would be like they were a few months ago. another part of him hoping he’d get back and never have to see or talk to you again, that’d be much easier. for both of you.
clearing your throat, you shuffled inside; not allowing your eyes to gaze over him too long. his hair was messy and he was dressed in casual attire that could almost be his pyjama’s. he looked good. he always did. which was never an issue till now. neglecting the idea of him made the past few weeks much easier.
“thanks,” you mumbled; running a hand through your hair. “how was austria?” you decided to ask. the last time you spoke it was a screaming match; and you had no intent of recreating that. which had even caused a sigh of relief to leave his lips, civil it was.
although the small talk was foreign to both of you. the last time you both involved in small talk with each other was the awkward first date all those years ago. “yeah it was fine, just getting use to the car.” daniel shrugged off, biting the inside of his cheek. it all starting to feel a bit more real now. you nodded, and parted your lips to speak, but he was quick to talk first. “can we just… talk about all this?” he huffed out.
daniel wasn’t one to bullshit, and not addressing the elephant in the room wasn’t going to happen. which you knew deep down, but it didn’t make it any easier. “i don’t think there’s anything else to talk about.” you mumbled, not meaning to come across so blunt. but talking would just complicate things further, talking was what you were afraid of when coming here.
“that’s bullshit and you know it.” the brunette muttered as he ran his hand over his face; leaning against the wall behind him. “this is a bit extreme, we haven’t even discussed any of this calmly or thought about it.” he tried to reason, feeling as if his words were letting him down. and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
“it’s been a month daniel.” you stated shortly and raised your eyebrows. a month since you ended things.
“yeah okay, but i was away-"
“and i wasn’t. my personal life doesn’t also get put on hold when you’re gone. it’s been a month. i’ve thought about it. more than just thought about it.” you were quick to interrupt him, before letting out a breath; scared you had snapped. although it needed to be said. he knew it to, his face having dropped slightly. almost as if realisation had hit him, that what you’ve been trying to explain for the past few months now finally made sense. all too late however.
“i’ve thought about it too. we still haven’t discussed it.” he tried to reason softly, pushing himself off the wall; a sympathetic look dancing on his, beautiful, features. he wasn’t going to just let you walk out this time. well, would try stop you at least.
“you could’ve called if you wanted to discuss it.” you huffed, watching as he got closer; and not moving back as he did so. which was probably your first mistake. having avoided eye contact the whole time having been here, you finally allowed your eyes to find his, which were trying to read you currently.
“you’re here now,” the australian spoke with a half smile; allowing his fingers to brush some of your hair from your face. which had your breath caught in your throat for a fraction of a section, however you regathered yourself quickly. your hand finding his, pushing it away lightly.
“i’m here for my stuff.” you reminded him, swallowing the lump in your throat; watching as his face fell. a breath leaving his lips, which fanned your face lightly. would it be easy to just kiss him right now, forget about everything and immerse yourself in the pleasure he could so easily provide you? yes.
but you’ve done that before, hence the consistent arguing. because sex somehow became the not so effective solution. and you didn’t plan on letting it happen again.
“if you plan on just walking out that door and then never seeing me again. never hearing from me again and never having to think about me again. you’re wrong.” he muttered; ignoring what you said, eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity to see if he had predicted your intentions correctly.
his words had caught you off guard, it almost being annoying how easily he could read you. could he not just let you grab your things and leave. “you don’t know that.” you scoffed, however your voice was not holding the confidence it did minutes ago. you knew you couldn’t just walk out the door and forget him, you didn’t want that either.
“go on then,” he shrugged; his face somehow only inches away from yours now, his eyes holding a somewhat intense stare. a tempting one. “i can go grab your stuff right now, and you can be on your way. no need to wast time.” he offered, having ducked his head afterwards; his lips tantalising close to your neck. “or you can stop being so damn stubborn, and just talk to me.” he concluded, pressing one light kiss to the skin of your neck before lifting his head back up.
any strength or confidence you had was well and truely out the window, which was definitely pathetic in your eyes. but the second his lips had touched your skin you knew how this was going to go. that this time was no different to any of the others. you didn’t want it to be. which was an issue in itself.
without much warning you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to his in a needy passionate kiss. which was instantly returned as his large hands found your waist; backing you up against the wall almost immediately. the fact you’d spent four weeks apart unwillingly wasn’t helping the situation.
you could’ve sworn he chuckled against your lips as your hands found the back of his neck; fingers tangling in the ends of his curls lightly. his hands which were roaming your body was enough to let it slide, tilting your head to deepen the kiss; getting lost in the feeling of his hands on your skin.
when you both finally pulled away from the kiss, you saw it as an opportunity to potentially think this through. should you be doing this? should you be grabbing your things and making a run for it? however those ideas were gone when he started sucking at the sensitive spot at your neck, dragging a soft moan from your lips immediately.
he knew your body like the back of his hand and prided himself on it, he knew what you liked, what got you going. how to have you a shaking squirming mess beneath him, and he loved it. just as much as you did. “you can still leave if you want,” he smirked against your skin as he kissed down your neck; being sure to leave marks.
“shut up.” you breathed out, head leaning back against the wall as you watched him kiss down your chest: neither showing any signs of stopping. which caused his hands to find the waistband of your sweats as he moved his lips back to yours.
kissing him back, you were well aware of his hands which crept under the material of both your sweat pants and underwear; cool fingers finding your clit with ease, being quick to start rubbing small circles. causing your grip in his curls to tighten slightly.
it wasn’t a surprise he was rushing to please you, well aware how crazy you could go over his fingers. and it didn’t take long for the pleasure to build, letting out a small moan against his lips which had him smirking, his other hand cupping your jaw lightly.
“oh fuck,” you muffled out when he slid a finger inside you, daniel wasting no time in sliding it in and out of you, while his thumb remained on your clit; rubbing circles, making it harder to stay quiet.
another moan left your lips as you started to struggle to kiss back, one of your hands moving to grip his bicep; having felt him enter another finger. both moving in and out at a fast pace. “take my fingers so well huh? barely even started baby.” he muttered out with a smirk, which had you letting out a whine. he had pulled away from the kiss to focus on your reactions.
a month without sex was a big change to you and daniel’s usual pretty active sex life, so it wasn’t surprising he was getting you off so quickly. considering you hadn’t been touched in so long. your own fingers did not compare to his in the slightest.
“fuck daniel,” you moaned as you attempted to squeeze your thighs together, him being quick to insert his knee between your legs to keep them spread, your back still against the wall.
the sound of his name coming from your lips never got old, and had him growing hard himself. “you think anyone else gonna be able to please you like this huh?” he questioned, his fingers picking up the pace, curling at the right time and his thumb still rubbing away. only being met with a few small moans from you, he was quick to grab your chin and still his fingers suddenly. telling you he wanted an answer.
“no- fuck no," you quickly moaned out; eyes looking up at him as your hips bucked against his hand. “just you-fuck, only you.” you added; stumbling over your words ever so slightly. he didn’t bother to hide his smirk at your words, the fact he knew it was true as well. and you knew it too.
“mhm, only me baby.” daniel confirmed as his fingers began moving in and out of you again; proud of how quickly he could get you like this. you definitely boosted his ego that was for sure. although your effect on him wasn’t to be underestimated, he was hard just from seeing you like this and hearing his name amongst your pretty moans.
it didn’t take long till your legs started to shake beneath you and you felt that familiar feeling build in your stomach; orgasm approaching quickly which showed when you unwillingly clenched around his fingers.
“gonna cum for me?” daniel hummed with his usual cocky smirk, his hand moving to grip your throat with the perfect amount of pleasure, which was enough to do it for you. his hand around your neck had you weak within seconds.
a moan mixed with a hum of agreement was all that left your lips, feeling the cold of his rings on your skin as his other fingers stayed at there fast pace; bringing you over the edge; daniel ensuring your eyes remained on him as you did so, which pulled a groan from his lips.
“fuck daniel,” you moaned out as you came down from your high; head leaning back against the wall has his fingers slowed. it wasn’t long till he had you by the thighs, hoisting you up onto his waist; your arms wrapping around his neck; him not showing any signs of slowing down for you to recover.
“gonna fuck you now, that what you want?” daniel asked as he carried you towards the couch, you still being focused on catching your breath; you could only nod as he sat down; moving to straddle him. the second his hands had left your thighs he had his fingers on your chin again. “words doll, use your words.” he demanded, quirking an eyebrow.
“yes.” you were quick to breath out, biting the inside of your cheek as you stared back at him. if he hadn’t just driven you to an orgasm you would’ve snapped back at his cocky request for you to speak. “wanna ride you,” you added in a small mumble; which only caused his smirk to grow.
“say please,” he chimed cockily, his hand releasing your chin and moving to hover over your waist lightly, watching as your face dropped to a small glare.
say please? is he kidding. you knew he wasn’t, he’s had you begging multiple times. which shouldn’t be surprising with an ego like his.
“i’m━” you parted your lips to speak, to shut him down. but he was quick to beat you.
“ah,” he interrupted; raising his eyebrows again. his hands moving to play with the waistband of your sweatpants, while your hands were busy playing with the hem of shirt and grazing over his tanned skin.
“please,” you huffed, pushing some of your hair out of your face. he seemed unconvinced, so before he could speak your hand found the obvious bulge in his grey shorts, being quick to palm his hard on. which definitely caught him off guard as his smirk was quick to fall, hearing his breath get caught in throat.
“good enough,” he breathed out; before moving to tug your sweatpants and thong down your thighs. it only being a few moments later that majority of both of your clothes were discarded around you two. without you falling off his lap somehow.
“mhm, fuck,” you moaned as you lowered yourself down onto him; his hands hovering over your hips lightly as he watched you intently; moaning himself when you were finally wrapped around him.
after a few whimpers and moans you were moving your hips; riding him with ease like you have done so many times before; gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself as you did so, head falling back.
“just like that baby,” he encouraged as he watched you, groans leaving his lips as he held a tight grip on your hips, leaving you to do the work however. a few seconds later moving to prop his hands behind his head to simply just watch you.
and the sight of that had you moving your hips quicker. maybe walking out on him could’ve worked if he wasn’t so damn attractive. he just knew you too well, especially how to get you turned on.
“my god daniel,” you spoke; continuing to rock your hips back and forth. the big house filled out with the sounds and echos of both your moans.
it didn’t take long for daniel to get impatient and want to touch you again, his hand moving to the back of your head; fingers tangling in your hair before tugging you forward to bring your lips together again.
the passionate kiss speaking for itself; you couldn’t see yourself with anyone else. not like this.
your hips started to slow, which he picked up on, moving his hands to grip your hips and started to bounce you himself on his cock; which had your pleasure hitting another level.
for the second time today you struggled to kiss back, breaking the kiss as your head fell back; more whimpers and moans leaving your lips as you felt your second orgasm fast approaching. “‘m close,” you warned him in a breath; which only had him picking up the speed.
“oh- daniel,” you moaned his name as you quite suddenly came undone on his cock; which had him groaning too as you clenched around him. your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders and eyes rolling back.
“good girl,” he groaned as he watched you, extremely close himself. having you clench around him bringing him over the edge as he came inside of you. his hands lazily moving you up down on his cock as you both rode out your highs.
“fuck,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his shoulder; trying to regather yourself. after a few moments of comfortable silence you felt his fingers in your hair lightly.
“i’m sorry… i should’ve called or something,” he muttered out, his fingers twirling and running through strands of your hair. you couldn’t help but let out a small breathless laugh, lifting your head.
“we’re not having this conversation while you’re inside of me.” you told him, raising your eyebrows. while admiring his current state, messy hair; slightly swollen lips.
he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, a small grin forming on your lips too. “that means you’re staying for dinner then.” he shrugged with a hopeful smile. and you nodded, moving to rest your head on his shoulder again.
“only if you’re paying.”
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thanks for reading! pls feel free to give feedback, this like my first time writing in years so it’d be appreciated! <333
