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[fromv3nus]

let's go lil kitty kat!!

💿 : kitty kat by beyonce

✮ hi, you can call me venus. i'm 20, black, sapphic, a multi-stan. this is a smut blog, so mdni plz.

✮ here's my masterlist. lowercase intended, im lazy.

✮ this is all silly, fun fiction. i don’t know the people/characters i’m writing about personally. don’t be a jerk.

✮ no posting schedule, just manifest i’ll post hard enough and i probably will hear you…

gifs by @/pixopix

[cheaphalloweencostume]

my least favorite literary smut turn of phrase is when a guy is like “im gonna ruin this pussy” “im gonna wreck this pussy for anyone else” like stop.. thats not yours…!

[graywrenhart]

TALK NERDY TO ME

pairing: Walter "Keys" McKey x Female!Co-worker!Reader

summary: When Keys learns you're into dirty talk, he can't help but indulge his curiosity late one night at work. Thanks to an accidental headphone swap, you get to help him with his…research.

tags: MDNI [smut] [co-workers to lovers] [listening to a spicy audio together] [dirty talk] [nervous] [SWITCHY] [blowjob] [flustered to confident msub] [praise] [use your words] [semi-public sex] [fingering] [thigh riding] [kinda sweet, really slutty] 9k words.

God, Keys really needs to stop eavesdropping. 

It’s already a bad habit of his—listening in on other people’s conversations at coffee shops, or when he’s sitting on the bus.

He just can't help it, okay? It's not his fault he's a curious guy by nature. And it's not like anybody ever sprints over to his corner office to tell him the new gossip, so he’s literally the last to know anything. 

Like now, for example, standing at the shared coffee bar at work. He really should walk away and give you and your co-worker, Briana, some privacy for your conversation.

But he can’t. 

Because he’s pretty sure he just heard the word sex.

His vision vignettes as he pours another sugar into his styrofoam cup of coffee. He only likes two, but now he’s lost count, opening packet after packet just to give himself an excuse to stay here.

Morning light pours in through the open windows on the east side of the office building, bathing you in gold. You’re so bright and beautiful, Keys can hardly even look at you. 

Briana’s voice filters through his thoughts, tuning him back into the conversation. “I like him and everything, but the sex is just—I don’t know—”

“Bland?” you offer. 

Briana pauses, giving you a weighted look before correcting. “Silent.”

You make a sympathetic sound, oblivious to your eavesdropper, whose cheeks are turning a charming shade of pink. 

“There’s nothing worse than a silent man in bed,” you say, stirring your coffee. “I mean, we want to hear what we’re doing to them, you know? Like, moaning a little won’t kill them. And add in a little dirty talk? God, that shit never fails to get me off.”

Another sugar packet rips in his fingers and he pours without really thinking. Good lord, this coffee is going to be undrinkable.

But the cup of joe is the literal least of his worries, since he’s shoving his hips up against the edge of the table just to keep from getting a hard at hearing you talk like that. You’re his co-worker. You sit across from him every day.

He can’t be getting hard at work. And especially, not right next to you. 

“Exactly!” Briana groans, enthusiastically. “So, I don’t know what to do about it.”

Keys’ head turns towards the open office floor, but his feet feel like they’ve grown roots, planting him right there in the dingy carpet, forcing him to listen. 

You hum, a familiar sound that means you’re thinking. “Well, if he’s into it, maybe listen to some spicy audios together? There are some really talented creators out there that can give you both some inspiration.”

He glances up just in time to watch Briana’s dark eyes cut over to you mischievously as she takes a sip. 

“Good idea,” she says, “I’m going to…” 

Somehow, Keys finally uproots himself and slips away with his cup of sugary bean water. 

He barely registers the rows of cubicles and windows swirling around him in colors of gray, blue, white, and black, too busy replaying your words over and over in his head.

…nothing worse than a silent man in bed.

…add in a little dirty talk?

…never fails to get me off.

His office chair squeaks under his weight and his glasses land on his desk with a clatter. Planting his elbows on his armrests, he breathes a deep sigh and scrubs his hands over his face. 

Focus, Keys. 

He replaces his glasses, and shifts forward in his chair, forcing his eyes back to his waiting code. The predictability of numbers—those never changing zeros and ones—usually settles him. But, not today. 

He tries hard to force all thoughts of you from his head but—oh, it’s useless. 

There you are, spread out on his navy sheets, writhing underneath him. His mouth trails soft kisses down your throat, over your shoulder, and lower…

You let out a needy whine, hands twisting up in his hair, legs parting for him on instinct. And in his imagination, he opens his mouth to say something hot—anything—but no words come. He wouldn’t know what to say. 

He has a few trademark moves in bed. I mean, who doesn’t? And the girls he’s been with always leave happy. 

But…is he silent? He doesn’t really know, actually. Never recorded himself…or anything…maybe he should—

“You good?” 

The world whips back into focus, and Keys jumps in his chair. Suddenly, the overhead light’s too bright, and the AC feels like an icy blast, and you’re there, standing over your desk, staring at him with concern. 

“What?” he squeaks, then clears his throat. “Y-yeah. Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug, and take your seat across from him. “I don’t know, you just look…tired, I guess.”

He just grunts and returns his gaze to his computer screen. “Just…work stuff.”

You hum in agreement and turn back to your screen as well. 

As much as he bitches about being shoved up in the corner of the floor, the only space with a huge window immediately to his left, the spot really does have its perks. 

It’s annoying because it’s so bright he has to squint to see his screen most of the time. But the way the sun shines through the blinds, painting you in thin lines of shadow, lighting up your eyes and lashes?

He wouldn’t trade this spot for anything. 

Shit. Now he’s staring. 

Irritated, he forces his gaze away and pushes his glasses up higher on his nose. 

His hand finds his mouse and he navigates to his work, but for one fleeting second, his curser hovers over the new tab button. 

Now, Keys is a complete and total nerd, so, of course he’s no stranger to the internet. Especially the deep, dark parts of it. He’s fallen victim to those late night deep dives on reddit pages more times than he can count. And somewhere, in the back of his mind, he remembers coming across those ‘spicy audios’ you gushed about earlier. 

What did you call them? Talented creators? Which ones were you talking about? What things did they say? What did you like about it?

All it would take is a few clicks on his keyboard, and he’d get all those answers to his questions. But he quickly shakes his head to clear it and pulls up his code with a guilty look over his shoulder.

The white wall stares at him, disapproving. 

What the fuck has gotten into him? He cannot be looking this shit up at work! 

He really has it bad.

When he’s back home, in the comfort of his own gaming desk, only then will he let himself investigate this newfound scrap of information on you. 

Later, he promises himself. Later. 

Well, it’s later. 

And Keys hasn’t got a single fucking line of code done yet. 

Which is why he’s stuck at work late, miserably trying to catch up on his project after everyone else has left for the day.

Everyone, that is, except for you.

Apparently, you also got behind, and you can’t afford to. Not with the new launch coming up.

Vinny came by to collect the trash a while back, and he didn’t see you in the back corner, so he turned off the lights, plunging you both into darkness. Neither of you have gotten up to turn them back on, choosing instead to work by the dim lights of your computer monitors. And even though the two of you keep saying you’re going to leave “any minute,” those minutes turn to hours, and you’re both still here. 

Alone.

The printer hums in the corner, and that blinking blue light on the side is driving Keys crazy. It keeps catching in the edge of his glasses, and the clicking of your mouse fills his ears. 

It’s constant. Unlike his. Which means you’re actually getting work done. Unlike him. 

Finally, your voice breaks the silence. 

“The street’s kinda loud tonight, isn’t it?”

Keys makes a noncommittal sound in this throat and doesn’t look up. 

Honestly, he hasn’t noticed the traffic humming far below the window, and he’s trying so hard not to look at you, not to think about you, that he doesn’t notice when you reach across over and grab his headphones by accident. 

It’s easy to get them confused. They look exactly the same, tangled up together at the edge of where your desks meet. Black. Standard issue. Company logo on the side. 

When Keys glances up and sees you with the headphones on, he sighs quietly in relief. 

It’s ridiculous, but up until this moment, he was hyper-aware of everything he was doing. Was he breathing too loudly? Could you hear his heartbeat? Was he readjusting himself too much when every thought of you in his bed gave him a hard-on? 

He tries to focus, he really does, but the numbers blur together on his screen. 

Music. 

That’s what he needs. 

He grabs the other pair of headphones, and when he settles them over his head, all he can hear is his own heartbeat slamming in his ears, reminding him of what a fucking loser he is. 

He should just ask you out. Like a normal person. But no. 

The foam cuffs press into the ear piece of his glasses, reminding him why he usually prefers the wired earbuds. But he’s lost them somewhere, and he can’t afford to go looking at the moment. 

The click of his mouse is silenced as he maneuvers it to pull up his music library. But, his cursor gets distracted on the way, hovering over that damn new tab icon in the corner.

He risks another peek at you. 

Your brows furrow and you readjust your headphones, eyes still on your screen.

Resisting the urge to scrub a hand over his face in frustration, he turns his gaze back to his computer. If he’s honest with himself, he won’t be able to get any substantial work done until he satisfies his curiosity.

It’s risky, doing this at work. But there’s no way you can hear anything, and Keys is getting desperate. 

After a few hasty searches, he’s navigating the depths of…erotic audios. 

His eyes widen as he scrolls past the sprawling inventory of tropes and storylines. There are so many different kinds of fantasies, how would he know what you’re into? He leans in closer, scrolling carefully down the list until he hesitates on one in particular. 

Talk Nerdy To Me. 

The small blurb underneath catches his eye. 

Your tutor tries a new tactic to get you to study for your big test. Just how sexual can his acronyms get before you decide to study anatomy a different way?

His cursor hovers over the LISTEN NOW button. 

This is harmless enough, right? There’s even a little story. Like an audio book. Just way shorter. And way more explicit. And…yeah, this is so wrong, on so many levels. 

Beneath his conscience, however, sits a burning curiosity. Keys is analytic at heart. If there’s a question, he wants to find the answer. And, if listening to this will help him figure out what to say in bed…

Fuck it. 

The silenced click of his mouse through his headphones is as loud as a gunshot.

He waits, breath caught in his chest, heel tapping restlessly on the carpet as the little blue progress bar starts to move. 

But he doesn’t hear anything. 

He frowns and readjusts his headphones. 

Nothing. 

On impulse, he skips to the middle. Just in case there was a silent lull there at the beginning. 

Still nothing. 

He leans towards the screen nervously, and as he shifts, he glimpses you from behind your computer screen—and freezes. 

You’re staring at him, cheeks flush in the dim lighting, chest fluttering with every breath. And small smirk begins at the corner of your mouth. It’s rueful and sinful, and… 

His stomach drops. 

Oh no. It’s in your headphones, isn’t it?

Oh, no, no, no, no—

His heart leaps in his chest as his hand flies to his mouse, scrambling to turn it off. 

Oh, God, where’s the stop button? 

There. That’s pause. Oh—he accidentally presses it twice. Now it’s playing again. 

HOW DO YOU CLOSE THIS FUCKING THING?

You chuckle breathlessly, watching your genius coworker—who can code literally anything, by the way— flail around like a fish out of water when all he has to do is simply push the little red X on the top right of his screen. 

The mouse starts to slip around in his sweaty palm and Keys gives up, slamming the power button on his computer, and enveloping the both of you in silence. 

You stare at each other over your desks for a long second. 

Then, Keys rips his headphones off and rakes a hand through his hair. 

See? This is what he gets for being fucking curious. It gets him in trouble. He just needs to stick with what he knows—

He opens his mouth to apologize, to explain, to—beg for his dignity back? But you just slip the headphones down to hang around your throat and level his gaze with a soft smile. 

“Was that Bennett Brooks?” 

“W-what?” Keys croaks, shoving his glasses further onto his burning face. 

“I recognize the voice actor. Haven't heard his stuff in forever, though. He’s good—voice is a little raspy for my taste,” you shrug prettily. “But good.”

He swallows. “Oh.” 

The silent office presses in around you, so quiet he can almost hear your lashes click together when you blink at him. Suddenly, you whip his headphones off your neck and thrust them onto his desk. 

They land with a clatter. 

“Sorry,” you say. “I didn’t mean to take yours. By all means, don’t stop on my account.”

Keys lets out a choked sound, caught somewhere between a laugh and a cough. This is definitely making it into the top three most embarrassing moments of his life. 

“I’m n-not...” he stammers, “Not into that. Like…that.”

You shoot him a knowing look. “No?”

“No! Listen, I just—” he scrambles for an explanation as you just fucking sit there watching him. Smiling at him. “It was just research. Okay? Not a big deal—” 

The words barely escape his lips before he realizes his mistake. 

“Research?“ Your eyes light up and you lean forward in your seat. His eyes drop to the white V-neck button down you’re wearing—that third button you leave unfastened haunts him every single day. “Research is my specialty, Keys.”

Yes, he knows that. You’re a data analyst for the company. One of the best in the region, actually, wasting your time at the desk next to his. He should apologize again, or confess he overheard your conversation at the coffee bar. 

But the embarrassment burns hot, so instead, he clears his throat and hooks a finger in his shirt collar that’s currently suffocating him.

“It’s stupid, really,” Keys says at long last, and he hates how it comes out crackly. He clears his throat again, like that will help dislodge the panic in his chest. 

It doesn’t. 

You shrug, tilting your head in that cute way you do. “Didn’t sound stupid to me.”

You’re being so nice about it. Why are you always so nice?  “You know, I could help.” Your eyes linger on him and the air seems to grow ten degrees hotter. Then softer, you add, “…if you want.”

And just like that, all thoughts of project and deadlines glitch and vanish from his mind like a crashed browser. 

He’s nodding before he’s even really given it much thought.  

You smile and sit up in your chair. God, you’re radiant. “Okay. Let’s start with what exactly you want to research. Is it audios, specifically? Or—”

“No, no, it’s just…I think I…” Keys’ bottom lip catches between his teeth before he heaves out a heavy breath. “I want to get better. I guess.”

“Better at what? Sex?”

This time, Keys doesn’t hesitate. “Dirty talk.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flick to his lips for a split second before meeting his again. “Well, you’ve come to the right place.”

Keys adjusts in his chair, his dick is already twitching in his pants. “Yeah? So, you like this sort of thing? Guys’ voices dirty talking you and stuff. That…” He swallows hard. “Gets you off?”

You shrug again casually, like you’re talking about the weather. “It’s one way, yeah.”

Keys nods again. Too fast. Way too fucking fast. 

“So, do you have anyone in mind?” You ask. 

His pulse leaps. “What?”

“Well, you’ve got to be researching this for a reason, right? I mean, curiosity is a valid enough, don’t get me wrong. But is there someone…?” you trail off, unsure of how to finish. 

A silent moment stretches out between you as Keys decides how to answer. The digital clock on the wall, the rise and fade of the passing lights, all seem to look between you—waiting for something. 

Finally, Keys sighs. “Well, there is this girl.”

“Aha!” You lean your elbows on your desk, eyes brightening with interest. “Tell me.”

“It’s new. Like—” he chuckles, averting his gaze. “Really new. So.”

“It’s okay, Keys. We’re friends! We can talk about this kind of stuff.”

“I know!” he says defensively, although he’s not really sure why. “She’s just…into this sort of thing. Dirty talk. I think.”

“You think.”

“Yeah.”

You nod slowly, encouraging, if not a little teasing. “Okay…so, give me the rundown here. When’s your next date?”

“Uh. First one, actually. And…it’s…Thursday,” Keys stammers. 

“Thursday? Okay.” You look out the window. A passing car’s headlights shine across your face for a second before the computer light consumes you again. “Lucky girl. Where are you taking her? I mean—before the inevitable trip back to your place.”

 You swallow hard and busy yourself with re-organizing your pen cup as he scrambles for an answer. 

Chinese. 

You love that. 

He knows because the one time he picked you up for work when your car was in the shop, he caught a glimpse of your apartment through your front door. Your coffee table was littered with little takeout boxes, and he filed that away like a crow picking up a shiny screw and calling it a treasure. 

Yeah, he has it bad. 

“Uh. I was thinking that Chinese joint on the corner of Cross and Elm."

Your jaw drops. “I love that place!”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, raking a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I know.”

When you look up at him again, there’s a hint of a smile on your lips.

“Okay, so, we have three days to prepare you. What questions do you have?”

Leave it to you to make this sound like a standardized research paper. Well, now’s a good a chance as ever. He might never get this chance again.

Keys straightens in his chair, heel tapping the carpet so fast his leg is bouncing. 

“What do you—do girls,” he quickly corrects himself, “—want guys to say?” 

You frown. “What do you mean?”

Heat rushes to his face. “I mean, like, do they tell you how to…touch yourself? I don’t—I can’t even—”

“You’re overthinking it. There’s no magical combination of words to use." You gesture to his computer. "Here, let’s listen to the audio, it’ll help me explain—”

“Oh, no! We don’t have to do that!” Keys squeaks. 

You shoot him a look. “You said this is for research, right?”

“Yeah! Obviously. Totally.”

“Then you can’t half-ass it. If you really want to learn how to dirty talk for this girl, you gotta commit.”

He hesitates. 

“C’mon, Keys.” Your teeth close over the end of your pen and you gesture to his computer with your eyes, smirking as you settle into your chair. “Press play.”

Fuck. 

Your coworker, Keys, has been acting weird as fuck all day, and now you finally know why. 

He totally overheard your conversation with Briana at the coffee bar, earlier. 

Maybe it had something to do with the way you raised your voice on purpose, hoping to get through that head of hair and those brown eyes that seem to see everything except all the signals you’ve been dropping his way since you first started here. 

From behind your desk, you watch him eye the power switch on his computer like it’s some gigantic red button that says ‘don’t touch’ or else it will somehow World War III. 

Come to think of it, you might start World War III if it means getting your oblivious-as-he-is-cute-coworker to finally make a real move. 

Still, though, there’s a part of you that feels for the guy. He’s so nice, and good, and sweet, and fuck if you don’t want him to corrupt him a little.

Only in the ways he wants to be corrupted, of course. Which, apparently, involves digging into ancient audio porn on reddit after work hours. 

Oh, you are so into it. 

“Why are you so embarrassed, Keys?” you say gently. “Look, this is normal, okay? Being curious. And you want to make this girl feel good, right?”

The girl has to be you.

After all those coffees he’s brought you from that fancy place that he insists only adds three minutes to his commute, but in reality, probably adds, like, twenty? And the way his hand accidentally finds ways to brush yours, and then he acts as if he’s not jumping out of his skin at the contact?

If this girl is not you, then this crush you have on your nerdy, hot co-worker is about to be devastating. 

Keys blows out a breath. “Okay, fine.” 

His computer powers up with a familiar hum, and blue light cascades over his features again. 

God, he looks nervous. Why is that such a turn-on?

He looks so alone over there behind his desk as one lock of brown hair falls over his eyes, brushing the rim of his glasses, and suddenly, you get an idea. 

“Wait, actually, no—” you mutter, standing up from your chair. 

Keys jumps like you’ve shot him. “Yeah,” he says, scrambling to turn distract himself with something else on his computer. “Yeah! No, we don’t—this is—”

“—I’m coming over there.”

“What?” Keys’ gaze snaps to yours. Then, he gestures to the space beside him in his workspace. “Here?” 

But you’re already rolling your chair over the carpet and behind his desk. It’s a tight fit, with these ergonomic chairs. Their wide armrests knock together as you slide in beside him. 

Keys’ cubicle is different. 

Technically, it’s the exact same as yours. The dimensions are the same, as well as your surroundings, but it smells like his cologne, and there’s that stack of board games he keeps hidden under his desk. 

“Okay,” you sigh, settling back in your chair. “If we’re going to do this, we do it right. Which means, starting from the top. Clearly, you know nothing of the subject—”

“I—” he starts, but you shoot him a look that has his jaw snapping shut. 

“Now, dirty talk is a broad subject, so, what kinds of things are you into?”

Keys shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess, it depends on what she’s into. I mean…” He threads his fingers behind his head and leans back in his computer chair in an obvious attempt at casualness. “What are you into?”

Smooth. Real smooth. 

You decide to go along with it. 

“I like a little of everything. Praise, instruction, degradation, fantasizing…but not every girl is the same—”

“Okay, let’s just do that, then,” he cuts you off, nodding once like it’s been decided. 

You have to bite your lip to keep from smiling. “Okay, I’ll press play.” 

You shift lean forward and your palm closes over his mouse. It’s slightly damp, like Keys’ fingers were clammy when he last touched it. 

“Wait!” His hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. “Like…out loud?”

You gesture to the darkness beyond. “Keys, no one is here.”

“No, I know, but…” his eyes sweep the empty floor, shoulder hunched to his ears. “Okay fine, just do it.”

You nod and turn back to the monitor. “We’ll just pick up where you left off, okay?”

“Oh. I didn’t—”

Bennet Brook’s voice cuts him off, filtering through Keys’ computer speakers with that deep, raspy voice of his. 

“—was pretty good. Okay, now let’s do the carpal bones. I have a mnemonic for this, actually, you want to hear it? Okay. Some Lovers Try Positions That They Can’t Handle. Yeah, it’s a little…suggestive? It just—it helps people remember okay? Yes! The sluttier the better. Look, it goes from thumb to pinky proximally, then pinky to thumb distally. Here, I’ll show you…”

You risk a glance over at Keys. He sits perfectly still, breath bated as Bennett leads the listener through the scene. 

“Now you’re getting distracted,” Bennet laughs breathlessly. “What positions do I—I’m trying to help you study. Oh my god, you’re so annoying. Look. If I answer, will you study? Yeah? Okay, fine. My favorite is—”

You reach forward and press pause. The silence in the office rushes in to fill the empty space, and your stomach swoops as you turn to Keys. 

“What’s your favorite sex position?” you ask abruptly. 

He looks at you, eyes wide. You don’t miss the way his knuckles whiten around his arm rest, clearly doing that thing where he resists the urge to push his glasses up again out of habit.

“What does this have to do with—”

You sigh. “Just trust me, and answer the question.”

“Uh…missionary?”

“God, okay.” You roll your eyes and reach over to hit resume again. “That’s such a lie, but whatever.”

Keys stops you with that hand on your wrist again. “Wha—lie?”

“Yes. Lie.”

He finally turns to face you, incredulous. “Oh, and you’re suddenly an expert on what I like in bed?”

Heat shoots down your spine at his words, but you just scoff. “You play as a fucking stripper cop in Free City. Now, tell me the real answer.”

After a moment Keys groans, then looks away. “I don’t know the word for it. Like, the name, or whatever.”

“Oh! That’s not a problem.” 

You reach for his keyboard, and before he knows what’s happening, you’re opening a new tab, and then, right in front of him, is a list of sex positions. 

With pictures. 

“Jesus!” He hisses, looking over his shoulder as if the wall behind you is somehow going to open up and reveal your boss or something. “I’m going to have to scrub my search history clean after this.”

“Relax,” you say, settling back in your chair. “Now, point.”

Keys lets out a heavy, resigned sigh and sits forward, squinting at the screen. Ten seconds later, he shakes his head. 

“It’s not there.”

When he looks over at you, he immediately rolls his eyes, because the look on your face is the clearest I-told-you-so look he’s ever received. 

“God, with how freaky you are, Keys, it’s a wonder you’re silent in bed—”

“Hey!” He interjects, glaring over at you. “I never said—woah, okay, why are you standing up? What are you doing?”

You plant hands on your hips, looking down at him. “Look, just maneuver me into whatever position it is, and I’ll find the name of it for you.”

“This is ridiculous.”

You huff. “This is a part of the research. If you don’t want my help, that’s fine, we—”

Without looking, he reaches out and grabs your waist. The warmth of his skin bleeds through your thin work shirt and a surprised squeak escapes you as he tugs you down.

You land in his lap with an undignified plop, facing him. Your stomach plummets as his knee presses against your core, but he makes a disgruntled sound, and grabs your thigh, pulling one leg up and over until you’re straddling him. 

Your pulse hammers in your ears as you steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders and peer down at him. 

The dim blue glow of the computer reflects in his glasses and as his gaze meets yours, his expression makes your chest ache. There’s something so sweet there. Soft. Like flower petals against your skin. Fragile, too. 

“This is it?” you whisper.

A small smirk crosses his lips. 

“Okay, so, this is just straddling…” you say, but your voice trails off as his hands spread over your waist. They’re so big. How have you never noticed how big his hands were before?

You swallow hard. “Or, I think, it’s technically called seated cowgirl.”

“Really?” he asks, squinting up at you with a hint of cockiness you could get drunk on.

In your next breath, Keys’s fingers dig into your hips, and he spins you around on his lap. His chest is warm against your back, and his computer desk digs into your belly. You wiggle your hips back slightly to get away from the sharp edge, but still when his hard length presses into your clothed core. 

“What’s this one called?” His voice is deeper now, threaded with heat, and it makes your hands clench against the cool metal of his desk. 

“Reverse seated cowgirl,” you say, fighting to keep your tone even. “So, this is your favorite? Tell me why.”

His breath stalls in his chest, you can feel the way he hesitates against your spine.

The printer hums in the far corner of the office, and a car horn blares distantly from the street below. 

After a long moment, he exhales, and his breath ghosts over your ear, making your lashes flutter. 

“I like the view,” he admits softly. “Painted in blue-light, all needy—” Then, he lets out a quiet, “Fuck.”

Heat pools deep in your belly. He sounds…wrecked. Already. And you’re just sitting in his lap fully clothed. 

God, you could make this man beg. 

You tilt forward and look over your shoulder. His eyes lift to yours, then drag down to your mouth, your hips, and his bottom lip disappears between his teeth.

“What else?” you whisper.  

He doesn’t hesitate this time. “I like the control of it, you know? Like—” he huffs out a quiet laugh, like he can’t believe he’s saying these things. “Like maybe I’m just playing a video game, and making you keep my cock warm. And you just… just have to sit there and take it.”

His words—so filthy and shy—stir hot embers of arousal between your hips. 

“Shit, Keys,” you say with a breathless laugh. “That was so good!”

His eyes meet yours again. “Really?”

“Yeah! Okay, I’m pushing play again. I’ll skip forward a little, too, just so we get to the good stuff.”

He clears his throat. “You’re going to stay right here?” He taps your leg and his fingers linger on your skin. 

You pretend to jolt in his hold. “Oh! Sorry, I can move if you—”

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “It’s fine.” 

‘It’s fine’, he says, as if he’s not raging hard underneath you, holding onto your leg like he might die if you slid off him right now. 

He’s too easy. 

You press play. 

Immediately, sounds of kissing and rustling fill the room. Keys inhales sharply, his erection growing against your ass, and you barely resist the urge to grind down on him. 

“That’s it,” Bennet croons. “You take it so good for me, baby. Fuck, you’re incredible.”

The wet sound of hips meeting has Keys’ mouth dropping open. His eyes dart off the screen, like watching the loading bar is somehow equivalent to seeing these imaginary people fuck. 

“That’s praise,” you whisper over your shoulder. “Obviously.”

Keys looks at you, then. Really looks at you. You can feel the way he takes in the slight shift of your hips as you try to find some friction to release the building ache. 

He’s reading you. Analyzing the data. Recalculating.

Classic Keys. 

The sight pulls at something in your chest. Truthfully, that’s the reason you like him so damn much, the reason you’re pulled to him like a ship to a lighthouse. 

Because with Keys, you would be fully, and utterly known. 

“…always so needy?” Bennet groans. “Just wanna be bent over a desk and fucked, huh, baby? This what you need? So dirty, I swear to God.”

“Degradation,” you murmur, turning back to the computer. 

Bennett keeps going. “Oh yeah, just like that? C’mon, baby. Tell me what you want. Use your words.”

 “Instruction,” Keys says, beating you to the punch. 

You’re grateful your back is to him so he can’t see your self-indulgent smile. 

“…thought about this a lot,” Bennet groans, the sound effects growing faster and louder. “Like in the library on campus? When we’re trying to study but you’re sitting across from me, and I can’t focus…”

Your breath catches at the exact same second Keys goes still beneath you. 

“…I see it, you know. The way your hand brushes mine when you hand me a pencil. You think I don’t notice? Fuck—of course I’ve thought about you. Are you kidding? Every time I jerk my cock I think about you. How you’d sound when I’m fucking up into you like this. Oh, you like that, huh? Get you so cock drunk— oh, baby, that’s it—”

You swallow hard, mouth suddenly gone dry. 

That’s fantasizing.

But for some reason, you can’t even bring yourself to repeat it. To solidify it. To make it any realer than it already is. 

Can Keys tell how much you relate to Bennett's words? That every time you’re in bed at night, thoughts of him keep you up late, you’re rubbing your aching cunt, whining his name into the empty ceiling?

You’re soaking through your underwear now, but mostly from listening to Keys’ uneven breathing behind you. His fingers flex over and over against your work skirt, like he can’t quite get up the courage to slip them under the hem that’s riding up your bare thighs. 

In an effort to relieve his aching erection, Keys shifts in his chair. It’s a small enough movement, but it’s just enough to send his elbow into a cup on his desk. It falls with a dull thud, the water inside instantly soaking into the carpet.

You smack the space bar on his keyboard, cutting Bennet off mid-moan, and leap to your feet. 

Keys cringes and moves to stand, but you disappear behind your desk before he can blink, and reappear a second later with a roll of paper towels. 

“Here,” you say gently as you kneel in front of him. “Let me.”

Keys reaches down at the same time you raise up on your knees, and when you lift your chin, you find your faces only an inch apart. 

He doesn’t jerk back like you expect. Instead, he just finds the paper towel on the ground and gently pries your fingers off it, resuming the blotting himself. 

Your hands find purchase on his knees for balance, and they spread wider under your touch, almost subconsciously. 

Almost. 

You swallow. “Keys?” 

His shoulder muscles flex under his T-shirt as he works. “Yeah?”

“Do you want to keep listening to the audio…or…do you want to practice?”

“Practice?” He doesn’t look up, but his voice cracks. 

“Only if you want.”

Keys sits back into his chair, tossing the wet paper towel into the nearby waste basket. Then his eyes settle on you for what feels like the first time all night. 

Through his work khakis’, his erection presses an angry imprint. God, it looks so hard it probably hurts, confined like that. The air between you shimmers with that unsaid tension, the kind that releases butterflies in your stomach and in the chambers of your heart. 

But while exciting, it’s equally terrifying, putting yourself on display like this. You feel strangely vulnerable, even though you were just teasing him a few seconds earlier. 

“What are you thinking about right now?” you ask, voice soft. 

Keys looks away, jaw clenching. 

Suddenly, you wonder if you’ve misread this. Have you made him uncomfortable? What if there actually is a girl, and it’s not you, and you’ve just—

“Your mouth,” Keys says, cutting off your thoughts. 

Hope renewed, your gaze snaps to his. 

“Where?” 

He rakes a hand through his hair, and his glasses slant adorably on his nose with the motion. His chest rises and falls once, twice, and then he whispers, “My cock.”

God, just hearing him say that makes your panties slick. 

“Good,” you breathe. “Now, put it together.”

He huffs, a surprised laugh slipping from him before the heat returns to his gaze.  “I’m thinking about your mouth on my cock.”

The damp carpet fibers dig into your knees as you watch his Adam’s apple bob on a swallow.

“Do you want me to do that?” you ask carefully. 

There’s a certain irreversible tension sitting between you right now. It feels a little like waiting behind an ancient door, not sure if it will creak open and invite you in or vanish into a cloud of dust. 

After a long moment, Keys nods.

A triumphant thrill zips through you, but you keep yourself together and hold his gaze. “You have to say it—”

“Fuck, I want it.” The words rush out of him in a gasp, like they’ve been sitting behind his teeth, waiting their turn the whole night. “I want my cock in your mouth. Please.”

He’s barely got the words out before your fingers fly to his zipper. 

“Forgot about begging,” you mutter more to yourself, but he hears you anyway. 

How could you have forgotten that very important category of dirty talk? It’s one of your favorites, and it flew from his lips unprompted. 

He’s perfect. 

“W-what about the—cameras,” he protests weakly, even as his hips lift from the chair to help you slide his pants down his thighs. 

“The cameras don’t reach back here,” you assure him.

Hooking a finger in the band his underwear, you pull them down and reveal his cock. It sits hard and heavy against the happy trail on his lower stomach.

He sputters. “W-what? Wait—really? How do you know that?”

It’s only natural, digging into dark spots in the security systems at a new job. Especially when you have a coworker as hot as Walter McKeys.

Instead of answering, though, you shuffle forward and take him in your hands. His head tips back on a ragged groan and you relish the hot, velvety feel of him. It’s long and hard, and somehow, you always knew Keys would have a big dick. 

It’s always the nerds. 

Your pussy throbs, fluttering around nothing as you imagine him easing his length inside your slick core, whispering in your ear, telling you how well you’re doing, how much he’s wanted this. 

Keys sits ramrod straight, breathing sharply through his nose as you let your hands explore him. You stroke him from base to tip, fondle his balls, then reach down and palm his thighs. His stomach flexes beneath his shirt, and on impulse, you reach up and lift it until the fabric bunches just below his ribs. 

Soft tummy with muscles flexing underneath. A dark happy trail leading down. A glimpse of thicker hair littered across his chest. 

God, he’s delicious. 

What you wouldn’t give to have this man naked in your bed right now. Saliva builds in your mouth at the thought.

Can you die by horniness? Better research that later. 

You stroke him firmly a few times, and when you lean down, he groans softly.  

Glancing up, you search for any sign to stop, but his eyes aren’t on yours anymore.  They’re glued to your chest. 

You tilt your chin down to see what he’s looking at. 

The three unfastened buttons of your work shirt give him a clear view of your cleavage, and the glow of the computer monitor illuminates the dips and valleys prettily.

A relieved gasp escapes him as your hands start undoing the rest of the buttons. He nods as if you read his mind when your shirt falls open, revealing your black bra. 

Thank God it’s your cute one. Not lingerie by any means, but your nipples harden under his gaze, poking against the fabric. 

You keep your shirt hanging loosely over your shoulders, just in case someone were to walk in. Although very unlikely, the thought of getting caught with Keys still shoots a wicked jolt of pleasure through you. 

Wordlessly, you run your hands up his legs again until your fingers find his cock and resume your attention. 

Keys says something—more like whines it—but it’s too quiet for you to hear. The carpet presses into your knees as you lean in. His thick thighs bracket your shoulders, and when your breath ghosts across the head of his cock, they go hard as rocks. He makes a muffled sound in the back of his throat, then clears it roughly. 

You lean back to catch his eye. 

“Whatever your voice, or breath, wants to do…just let it happen,” you say. “Don’t worry about being loud, there’s no one here.”

He nods, drunk on the sight of you, desperate for your mouth. 

Those big hands reach down and gather your hair, and you scoot even closer, close enough to tap his dick against your lips with a soft smack. When you blink up at him, Keys curses under his breath, then stops himself. 

“Stop swallowing it down,” you chide. “Let me hear.”

Before he can say—or do—anything, you lick a broad, wet stripe up his length. His hips jerk in your hold, a ragged moan tumbling from his lips, unabashed. Your eyes shine with pride when you look up at him. And fuck, he’ll do anything to see that look again. 

You stroke him lazily. Like you have all the the time in the world here in the office after hours. Like you’ve been thinking about it for a long, long, time. 

Drool pools in your mouth as you coat him with your tongue. Then, your lips wrap around him and you slowly work your way down, inch by inch, listening to his whimpers, feeling the way his body vibrates underneath you. 

He’s still holding himself back, so you draw back up and suck gently on his tip before popping off him.

“Sorry,” he gasps. “Fu-forgot I was supposed to talk.”

You nod. “That’s okay. How do you like it?”

He starts to respond, but you envelop him in your warm, wet mouth again, and all words die on his lips. 

“Feels so good, I can’t—can’t—mmmph,” he groans as you relax your jaw and take him deeper, then whimpers pitifully when you come off him again. “My brain’s fried. Like, actually short circuited. I can’t think—”

You press your tits together and tilt your head. “It feels good, right?”

He chuckles, a ragged soft sound. “Fuck—yeah.”

“Just talk to me, then,” you murmur, fluttering your tongue along the ridge of his cock as it twitches in your hold. 

Something seems to click in his mind at those words, and his eyes harden as he stares down at you.

“You want to know why I’m always so tired?” he says, chest heaving. “I stay up all night, trying to get the work done I should be doing when I’m sitting at my desk. But I can’t. Because I’m—fucking hard—all the time. Because of you!”

You decide to reward him for that little speech—a great example of fantasizing and degradation—and relax your jaw again, sliding him deep into your throat. Deeper than before. Keys throws his head back on a groan. The stretch brings tears to your eyes, but you blink them back so you can look at him properly. 

His hair looks so pretty illuminated in soft streaks of blue from the computer, and gold from the street far below. Like a painting. 

Arousal floods your core, coating your underwear, and you can feel your clit pulsing in time with your heartbeat. 

You slide up and off of him to let your lungs expand and he inhales with you, like that took his breath away as much as it did yours. 

“Can’t stop thinking about what you’d feel like under me,” Keys pants. He watches you with heated eyes as you suck on his tip, stroking the rest of him steadily with both hands. “Or—or on top of me. What you’d t-taste like.”

Without thinking, you shove two fingers past your waistband, and straight through your soaked folds. The contact has you moaning around his cock, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure down his spine. 

Then, you slowly withdraw them. They glisten in the glow of the monitor as you raise them up to his face, and Keys wastes no time leaning forward and capturing them in his mouth. His tongue strokes up to your knuckles eagerly, and as the first taste of you floods his mouth, it seems to unlock something in him. Some rusty, spider-web filled, creaking lock shoves open. 

“Aghhh yeah,” he moans when you withdraw your fingers and suck him deep again. “That’s how I like it. However you do it, that’s how I like it, baby. Holy fuck.” 

Your eyes actually roll back at that, and your hand flies down to circle your clit without thinking. 

His eyes track the movement and he chuckles darkly. “Oh, you like that? You like hearing how well you’re doing?”

You whimper. Fuck, yeah, you do.

He bucks underneath you, like your mouth is just the best thing he’s ever felt in his life. “Just—fucking—on your knees for me? Shit."

Your eyes slide shut, lost in the salty taste of him as his precum mixes with your spit. His hand leaves your head and reaches down to tap your chin. 

“Eyes on me, baby,” he rasps. Your eyes flutter open in surprise.

You swallow around him in response and his jaw drops. He grips your hair again on instinct and you moan in encouragement as he starts to push you gently up and down his shaft. 

“Is t-this okay?” he asks, breath ragged. 

You nod, lashes fluttering as he hits that soft spot at the back of your throat. 

Truth is, you love this. 

Taking your rigid, calculating co-worker and turning him into something needy and honest. He’s wild, but with an edge of control. And somehow, you just know Keys could take you to the brink and keep you there like no other. 

You hollow your cheeks as he grinds in and out of your wet mouth, pulsing against your tongue and spitting out the filthiest words you’ve ever heard him say in your months of working across from him. 

You rub your throbbing clit faster, and he blinks down, watching you touch yourself to the feel of him in your mouth for all of three seconds before he’s yanking up on your hair. 

Your scalp tingles as you disobey his silent order, determined to have him come in your mouth. His base is slick against your puffy lips, and he damn near chokes on his tongue when your nose hits his stomach. 

“Holy—I’m gonna come,” he grunts, hips bucking. “Shit—baby, you’ve gotta—do you—”

He breaks off with a ragged moan as you grip his thighs and swallow around him—and then he’s spilling down your throat. 

His abs tense and release over and over in your view, and the view is so intoxicating, you’re only a few seconds away from your own release when he finally slips from your drooling mouth.

You don’t know what you expected him to do when he finished. Maybe probably crawl back into that shy, nice-guy, missionary shell of his. Instead, when his chin falls to his chest, his soft brown eyes have gone molten. He reaches down and pulls his pants back up, tucking himself back into his briefs, but he doesn’t bother with the zipper. 

“C’mere,” he demands, grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you up. Your legs wobble, but he catches you easily and pulls you down into his lap. “Ride my thigh.”

Your mouth drops open. “Ride your—”

“You heard me.”

In one smooth motion, he plunges a hand under your skirt and yanks your panties down your legs. His knuckles brush your wet folds and you gasp against him, grinding down instinctively against his knee. 

“Look at you,” he whispers. “Taking instructions. Soaking through my pants like that? Fuck yeah.”

Your breasts heave as you try to catch your breath, but now, you start to wonder if maybe you’ll just be in an oxygen debt forever at this point. Because with the way he’s looking up at you right now, there’s no way you can breathe. 

Your hips roll smooth and fast, and when he shifts his leg up slightly, meeting your movements, sparks shoot up your spine. Your head drops back, eyes slipping shut, but Keys is quick to pull your gaze back to his with a hand around the nape of your neck. 

He clicks his tongue. “No, I want to watch you. Wanna see you fall apart for me.”

“God, Keys,” you pant, “you’re a quick learner, I’ll give you that—”

He cuts you off by pinching your nipple through your bra, and when he grabs a handful of your bare ass under your skirt, your lungs officially forget how to expand. 

“Please,” you beg. “Keys—”

His hands fly to your hips, helping you rock back and forth on him. “What is it? What do you need? Need me to touch you?”

You whimper. “Yes.”

“Tell me where.”

You grab his hand and guide it under your skirt, but he pulls back at the last second. 

“That’s not telling me.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you laugh, breathless and irritated. 

He smiles, then. And it’s positively radiant, white teeth winking in the dim light. 

“C’mon, use your words, or else I’ll have to stop,” he warns. 

But you’re not listening, because at that moment, he dips his head and captures your aching breast in his mouth, pulling a deep moan from your throat and putting an arch in your back. 

Your thighs burn, hips slowing to devastatingly desperate swivel in order to keep his mouth on you. The threads of his pants are warm and completely soaked through underneath you, and he’s licking and sucking your breasts through your bra like he’s trying to find a way to imprint his smell, his taste, onto your body.

The duel stimulation feeds that sprawling drive for more. Tremors start to run through your hands, making them claw restlessly at his shoulders and dive into his hair as your orgasm grows closer. 

Suddenly, Keys pulls back. He ignores your whine of protest and blinks up at you from behind his glasses. Your tongue darts over your bottom lip as your eyes drop to his mouth. 

His perfect…perfect fucking mouth. Soft lips, parted just slightly as he breathes heavily beneath you. The timber of his voice reverberates against your stomach as he talks. God, it’d be so easy just to lean in and press your mouth against his, feel that gentle glide of his tongue against yours…

Wait, is he saying something? You can’t fucking think—

“…not going to tell me, I have to stop.”

It’s only when his hands leave your body that the world slows to a stop. 

Cold air rushes in where his hands just were. Now you’re just needy and wet, grinding down on his pants leg in the middle of a dark office. 

“W-what?” you ask dumbly.

He shrugs. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t use your words.”

Your brain feels foggy, like your thoughts are traveling through a cloud, all the blooding your body pooled in your clit instead. 

“But I...” you whimper, “But, what—”

He rolls his eyes. 

“But I—but Keys—I just—” he mocks you, voice going higher on his register, and your mouth drops open in shock. 

He smirks at the look on your face and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “What? you thought I wasn’t serious? You made me do all this—and don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. I watched you getting off on the power trip of it all, and now it’s my turn. So, go ahead. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Where the fuck did your nerdy, shy coworker go? And who have you turned him into? Your breasts heave in his face as you blink down at him, but he doesn’t so much as glance at them. 

“I’m right here,” he urges. “Go ahead. Ask for it. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

After a moment, you finally find your voice. 

“I-I want you to touch me.”

His hands instantly resume their place on your hips and your breath shutters in relief. 

Then he leans in, lips ghosting over your jaw. “That wasn’t so hard, huh? Where do you want to come? On my fingers?”

“Yes!” The word leaves your mouth broken and desperate. 

He hums. “Put it together.”

You exhale sharply, panting towards the ceiling in frustration. “Walter, I want you to finger fuck me until I come.”

He smiles against your throat. “Good girl.”

His hand finds your clit immediately and he rubs tight, hot circles that have your back arching.  

“Oh, God, don’t stop!” you beg. 

Your shirt slips from your shoulder and then his mouth is there, kissing the soft skin like he’s trying to memorize the shape of it. 

The muscles deep in your core flex with your impending pleasure and you writhe against him desperately. Through it all, his hands stay steady, never wavering. Constant, and grounding. 

You raise up on shaky legs as his two middle fingers circle your entrance and your pelvis tilts, eagerly seeking that internal friction. 

He presses in, just a little, and your body welcomes him greedily. The sound of his fingers disappearing inside you making him groan out a slurred curse. 

“Shit, baby—both at once? So wet for me, oh my God.” 

When his fingertips brush that spongey spot that makes you see stars, your chest vibrates with your moan. The pressure on your clit is too much, and not enough, and everything all at once—it’s overwhelming. It's perfect. 

Your hips snap into his palm, driving his fingers deeper and he lets out a choked sound as you whine, needy and breathless. 

“There you go. That’s it,” he murmurs into your neck. His glasses knock into your throat as you tip your head back to give him better access. “Take what you need.”

That white-hot band of pleasure finally snaps as you clench around his fingers, and your orgasm rushes through you in a torrential wave of bliss. Keys slowly withdraws his fingers and helps bring you back to each with soft kisses to your chest, thumbs tracing circles into your thighs as you collapse on top of him. 

“Holy shit,” you gasp, running a hand through your hair, gazing down at him through heavy lids. “That was…”

“Good?” he asks eagerly. 

You smile. “Perfect.”

And you mean it. You really do. 

His fingers brush over your bare shoulder and your breath catches again as your eyes connect with his. The stoplight on the street below turns green, reflecting in his glasses, and because you can’t help it, you smirk down at him. 

“So, about this girl...” he murmurs. 

Your stomach flips. “Yeah?”

“This date—”

“Yeah?” you say again, eagerly, cutting him off. 

As you stare at each other, chests heaving, faces flush, a laugh builds behind your ribs. 

He clears his throat. “I was kinda hoping…you’re free Thursday? I was thinking about that place on Elm and Cross—”

“Fuckin’ knew it,” you murmur, and the rest of his words die against your mouth as you lean down and kiss him. 

a/n: Oh, hi. So, the way I feel about this fictional man, is actually pretty close to the actual definition of feral. Also, I just want to say, there are many more kinds of dirty talk out there, but these categories just fit the plot lol

Also everyone blame Jules (@tellcherhesgone) for putting this idea in my head, because she posted one thing about Keys definitely knowing what GoneWildAudio is, and that shit stuck with me lol

keys taglist: @emotionallyaslut , @subtlesposts, @oliviaharrington, @drifting-daydream, @dracomalfoypilled , @mysticfluffyness

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[fromv3nus]

good morning, i’m horny!!!

[ghostlybfgf]

L.A DEVOTEE

summary: while high, you and your two best friends get into the usual trouble, this time with something more..

pairing: kat taylor x fem!reader x bobby franklin

warning (s): porn with little plot, mention of drug use (weed), threesome, f/f/m sex, high sex, fingering, tit sucking, male masturbation, face riding, oral (fem!receiving)

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i love them and i’m already thinking of carrying this on when they go into the backrooms, and bring reader with them. based on this ask, by this lovely @thefaetellsnotales .beware this isn’t exactly proofread and iam sick, but i hope you sexies enjoy 💗

“Are we even meant to be here?”

“Come on, it’s closed.. no one’s here I promise.”

The shutter retracted up with a clatter, the three of you ducking in one by one before Kat dragged it back down to the floor, twisting the key at the bottom to lock it.

You coughed as you stood, the air thick with the faint smell of bleach and old lint. It was to be expected from a furniture store you supposed, especially one that didn’t get much movement from well.. anyone.

“Hey is there a light in here?” You spoke through the darkness, turning to catch the silhouettes standing behind you.

“This way.”

An arm hooked around your waist before you could answer, and through the dim light you made it out who it was. A scent of roses and cocoa butter covered the smell of pot, and the coolness of her bangles rubbed against your arm as Kat angled you both across the floor.

You made it a few paces to the back wall before a gold glow lit up from the far corner.

Bobby.

He fumbled with the string of an antique lamp, unwrapping the straps of his camera as he set it onto a nightstand, turning to face you both with a scrunch in his brow.

“Does Clark really sleep on these things? They’re fuckin’ hard.” His hand pressed into the mattress, shoving it up and down before it bounced back into his hand.

“Don’t complain about it now, it was your idea. And yeah.. he does..” Kat looked up at him with that familiar look of sarcasm, shrugging beside you as she swung the backpack from her arm and onto a dresser. Her arm reached into it, rummaging as you leant against the wood.

“Your manager sleeps in his own store?” She huffed a laugh at your quirked brow.

“He’s kind of.. down and out, it’s the only place he has right now.”

“Then where is he?”

“I’m not sure, out of town for something he’s gone crazy about, something he’s found apparently.”

She eventually pulled out a packet of ‘jiffy pop’ from the bag with a proud smile, “Right Im gonna get us actual food.”

Kat turned on her heel, placing a hand on your shoulder before giving it a squeeze.

“Don’t get into too much trouble.. and.. don’t let Bobby touch anything.”

Kat disappeared down the hall in search of the break room, leaving you standing in the middle of Clark's furniture store trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this was.

You had been lying in their apartment for hours before one of you, not that you could hardly remember, mentioned heading out. And after however long of wandering through town, the last glimpses of the sunset burning into the dark, you’d made it to Clark’s.

"Yeah if we don’t get arrested for a break in."

Bobby had already claimed an entire display bedroom for himself, setting it up for you all. The bed was wide, king sized it read from the poster, with deep blue sheets and off white pillows, discoloured it looked from that angle.

"Nah," he said, kicking off his shoes and throwing himself backwards onto the mattress. "This is basically a hotel."

"It’s a furniture store." You crossed your arms watching him with a squint.

"Exactly, free hotel."

The mattress bounced as he spread his arms dramatically with a smirk. Half of the lights had been switched off for the night, leaving the showroom glowing in soft amber pools, and somehow it actually made it look homely. Not the empty, stale place the three of you usually made fun of.

Your eyes wandered over the space, fighting a smile. The whole place felt surreal. Couches were arranged like fake living rooms, lamps casting warm circles of light, rows of untouched beds stretching into darkness, and the staircase behind you leading to the lower level. Not creepy at all.

You found yourself drifting where Kat had disappeared to. The three of you had been inseparable all evening, and lately it had only grown, like some undergrown strange tension that crept on you all slowly. Being friends for years would do that you supposed, but it always seemed as if there was more. Like gravity pulled you together just as you all had stayed close. The lingering glances, the casual touches that lasted a little too long, and some sort of feeling nobody seemed quite ready to put into words.

They’d been dating for two years, and you’d been happy for them, even remembered the exact day they’d came come from school in the late afternoon to your house just to tell you.

“So you’re together, together?” You leaned on the doorframe, eyes wide with excitement.

“Hell yeah.” Bobby’s arm slung around Kat’s shoulders with a proud grin.

“Not that this changes anything, he’s still an idiot, and you’re still my favourite.” Kat smirked at you.

“Hey—“ Kat swatted him in the stomach before grabbing onto you and ushering you outside into whatever left of the summer sun there was.

And she was right, it didn’t change anything at all. If anything it brought you all closer. There wasn’t anything unspoken, it was all out in the open and comfortable, except for one thing. How they had felt for you.

Bobby patted the spot beside him.

"Come test the merchandise." He spoke up, gesturing his head toward his hand.

"You sound like a salesman."

"I'm the best salesman Clark's ever had."

The thought made you laugh, yeah right.

You stepped forward anyway, the bed dipping beneath your weight as you kicked off your shoes and climbed on. Neither of you said anything at first, just laying a single arm length’s away as you realised he was right.

The mattress was hard, sticking into your back through the plump covers. Though it should have been expected, it’s a display. So much for getting high beforehand, you hadn’t through that far. So you made do with what you could, snagging the fur blanket from the end of the bed and tucking it behind you both.

The flicker of the TV box he’d angled into a chest of drawers, lit up your faces through the shadowed space, returns of old tv shows muffled in the background. And both of you were engrossed, staring into the flashing colours fading in and out.

You felt eyes on you after a while, staring into you from the side. Bobby had turned his head slightly, blue eyes burning into you, and you turned yours.

His grin had disappeared somewhere along the way, leaving only the twinkle in gaze, something you’d always noticed reserved for one other person. The one they reserved for eachother.

"You're staring." Bobby whispered dropping his head between you both teasingly.

"No I'm not." You kicked his leg lightly, shaking the buzz from your head, but it didn’t seem to lift, instead it grew, a shiver wracking the back of you spine.

"You are.”

"You started it.” The wood of the headboard creaked behind you as you braced your knees up, tucking them toward your chest.

That earned a laugh, a breathy one like the air had been punched from his lungs as he sat up, and then suddenly you were both laughing. The kind of laughter that came from being slightly high, and running entirely on bad decisions.

Bobby's shoulder brushed yours then, quick and tender, so quick it could have been ignored, but you were already heightened, alert to every movement around you. Neither of you moved away, his eyes flicking down briefly before returning to yours.

"Hey." He rasped softly, lips parted as he turned to rest onto his arm.

"Hey." You whispered back, swallowing thickly.

“Bobby I don’t think..”

You weren’t able to continue, to telll him it was a bad idea, that it was wrong, but before either of you could overthink it, he leaned in.

The kiss was soft. Tentative and warm, his lips brushing over yours with a desperate tenderness, and you almost melted into it, almost.

You jumped apart from him when you heard footsteps, catching the gaze of your best friend in your peripheral. Bobby only retracted, still ghosting your lips as he released the palm he’d placed on your cheek.

Kat appeared around the corner, standing beside the TV stand, carrying the popcorn in a bowl she’d somehow found. Her eyes darted to Bobby, then at you and then back to Bobby, a hand moving to her hip, and for a moment none of you said anything.

"...Seriously?"

“Kat I can—“ Your face burned.

Bobby immediately pointed at you, “Her fault.”

"My fault?" You whipped your head toward him.

"Absolutely." His face was unreadable, even if the smirk that pulled at his lips was far from innocent.

Kat stared for another second before letting out a laugh so hard the bowl of popcorn ruffled in her hands.

"You two are unbelievable. You couldn’t have waited for me?”

She tossed the bowl softly onto the bed and climbed onto the mattress beside you. You only stared at her, at both of them, eyes wandering where your heart hammered in your chest in a way you didn’t know how to feel. Shame? Guilt?

“Really I didn’t think—“ The words left your mouth before you could hardly speak, stumbling over them to explain.

“You have no idea how long we’ve waited to do that.” Kat cut you off gently, settling herself comfortable under the blanket.

Desire—

“You— uh, what?” Your head snapped up, and she just nodded, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth with a smirk, handing the bowl over to you.

We. The word lingered in your head, stirring your senses as if you’d been dreaming. But they only smiled at you, amused by the dumbfounded look on your face, as if all of it, their own agreement of you, had been common knowledge.

The three of you collapsed into a tangled pile of blankets and laughter, yours somewhat in disbelief. But even as the three of you rested back, Kat bumped her shoulder against yours.

"Move over."

You rolled your eyes and listened, shuffling over into the very middle of the bed, both of their leg’s sticking into yours from the sides. “Bossy."

"Always."

Bobby groaned dramatically as Kat stole half of the blanket, and with the minutes passing and him still busy complaining about the blanket theft, Kat glanced over at you and the playful expression on her face softened.

"Come here," she said quietly, beckoning you over with the pull of her fingers. And before you could ask what she meant, not that you bothered to question, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

She looked just as surprised as you felt when she pulled back, her hand splaying at your hip. Bobby blinked from behind you, grinning softly, leaning around you both where you could both see him.

"Oh, so we're all doing that now?"

Kat reached at her side and threw the pillow behind her back at him. The three of you dissolved into laughter again, and that time nobody seemed interested in pretending that nothing had happened.

Because there was something different underneath it all. Something shared between all three of you finally coming undone.

You shook your head, resting back into one another and staring mindlessly at the static buzzing from the television. The three of you must have passed another two blunts between you when the haze grew, thick and heady. The room contorting amongst you all into something more heated, as if the air had been sucked from the space entirely. A leg slid up against yours, and fingertips touched at your thigh.

Kat steadied her hand there as your breath stuttered, the cool air of Bobby’s exhale sifting right at the back of your neck. Your noses bumped then, rocking back and forth as your breaths mingled, lips ghosting through lidded eyes and exhilaration.

“Hey, you know we haven’t got to do anything you don’t want to.” She was breathless, brown eyes gazing into yours with careful consideration that washed all over your face.

“You want this?” You tilted to look at both of them, Bobby and Kat looked at each other over either side of you and meeting back to you, their hands curled around one another’s, “Uh.. yeah, more than anything..”

You nodded slowly, the breath catching in your throat, “Then I want to.” Your hand curled around Kat’s neck as she dipped back to kiss you, this time hungrier, her tongue sweeping across your lip, and inching you both back against the headboard.

“You’re so so pretty..” She mumbled into your lips with skin pressed against skin your tongues locking around each others and another pair of lips at your neck.

“Open up for me Angel..” Bobby called out to you, arm bending over your waist and snaking the t-shirt from on you. You retracted only for a moment, the material being pulled away and tossed over on the floor, revealing the swell of your breasts. Long, warm fingers tweaked your nipple before his body had bent over you, sucking one into his mouth. His tongue was hot against your the sensitive bud, swirling harshly until you moaned into Kat’s mouth.

One hand fell into his hair, threading through the fine blonde strands as you arched into the feeling, his hand staying gripped at your hip to keep you in place.

His own t-shirt rose over his head with one steady tug, reaching for your hand to put it against his skin, letting you feel him. You traced the warm planes of muscle, down his chest and to his abs, and further along the v of that dipped beneath his jean shorts. Bobby shuddered against you, pressing into your thigh, and trailing his fingers down your sides.

You watched them through the haze, a gentle buzzing in your fingertips and your chest. The high from the pot or them you couldn’t tell, and not that it mattered.

They pulled away only for a moment, impatient and needily, Kat’s arms rising on instinct as he helped her take the rest of her clothes off, sliding her shorts down the legs before her fingers worked at undoing his belt buckle, reaching to cup the bulge beneath his pants, already tented and aching. “Save it.. for next time baby.” She mumbled against his lips over you, and he groaned into the kiss with a slight nod.

Next time.

He shrugged the rest of his clothes off, leaving him only in his underwear, the hard line of his cock poking through the dark fabric. She rose beside him, the curve of her breasts shadowed beautifully in the golden light, and the tan flesh of her thighs curling over yours. The pressure swirled in your belly at the sight, arousal coating slick between your thighs.

Bobby settled behind you, an arm slipping around your waist as though he’d always belonged there, and the warmth of him at your back only made Kat’s presence in front feel more overwhelming. You shivered at the feeling, hands moving between the both of them as they settled.

Kat’s fingers brushed loose hair from your face before cupping your cheek, foreheads touching briefly, sharing a knowing smile that felt private despite the crowded tangle of limbs and blankets.

“There you are,” Kat murmured softly.

The attention from both sides left you breathless, almost unable to move if you couldn’t feel the thump of heartbeats and burning touch of skin.

Bobby’s chin stayed pressed to your shoulder, his hands sliding lower, gripping your hips to keep you pinned between them. Kat’s mouth claimed yours again, her tongue sliding deep while her fingers pinched your nipple hard enough to make your back arch. Bobby’s cock dragged along the cleft of your ass, thick and hot, already leaking as he rocked forward in slow, deliberate thrusts that never quite pushed inside.

"Fuck, you’re soaked," he muttered against your neck, teeth scraping over the fresh mark he’d just sucked there. His tongue followed, licking the sting away before he dropped lower, body snaking further down the bed, spreading your thighs wider with his shoulders. The cool air hit your pussy, as he turned you onto your back, both pairs of eyes flicking between you he gave one long, filthy lick from your entrance to your clit, making your whole body jerk back against the ruffled sheets. He groaned into your cunt like he was starving, sucking your swollen clit between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, teasing two thick fingers through your folds.

Kat swallowed your broken moan, grinding her soaked pussy against your thigh. She grabbed your wrist and moved your hand between her legs. "Please.." Your fingers slid through her slick folds, her legs widening as two of them sunk knuckle-deep into her tight heat while your thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit. She rode your hand with short, desperate rolls of her hips, her juices coating your palm as she panted into your mouth.

Bobby pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, fucking you with it in messy, wet strokes before he sucked your clit again, loud and obscene. Spit and your arousal dripped down his chin, his one hand keeping you spread open while the other stroked his cock in time with every thrust of his tongue.

"Taste so fucking good," he groaned, voice muffled against your pussy. Kat fluttered around your fingers as she came with a sharp cry, her thighs shaking and wetness gushing over your hand. She didn’t stop moving, she only kissed you harder, biting your lower lip while her fingers found your other breast and squeezed it into her hand.

Bobby clamped at your thighs, tugging you further down onto his mouth as you mewled, bucking your hips against his face while your fingers pumped in and out of Kat’s wetness, drawing all of you closer to your edge. He rubbed himself into the sheets, fucking himself through the rough fabric of his pants and into his palm desperately.

Moans filled the room of the empty store, so confined and warm, that all care for even being there had left your mind, filled with the haze of them fucking you. You felt the peak of your climax, falling over the edge with the burn of Kat’s whines into your neck and Bobby’s tongue.

“Fuck, make her come Bobby..”

Kat straddled your chest, knees planted on either side of your head, lowering herself onto your waiting mouth, grinding down with a breathy moan as your tongue pushed inside her. Your tongue and sucked at her swollen clit while she rocked against your face her brow pulled tight as she gripped the headboard. Her juices coated your chin and cheeks, as she rode you harder, Bobby’s face still buried between your spread thighs, tongue working in relentless, sloppy strokes.

He dragged the flat of it up through your soaked folds, circled your swollen clit, plunging back down to fuck into your dripping hole. Every lewd sound and moan echoed in the quiet room, his fingers digging into your ass, holding you open while he rode you through your high.

Your own climax hit fast and hard, crashing over your body in a wave and making you come with a muffled cry, your fingers tightening at Kat’s waist. Your thighs clamped around Bobby’s head as your pussy clenched and pulsed, fresh wetness flooding his tongue and he groaned into you, lapping it up greedily while his hips jerked against the mattress. The friction against his trapped cock was too much, “Fuck fuck fuck..” He came with a broken grunt after a few sloppy thrusts, hot cum soaking through his pants in thick spurts, his whole body shuddering between your legs.

Kat followed seconds later, her hips stuttering over your tongue as she came, grinding down hard, her thighs shaking on either side of your head. She cried out into her hand, gushing over your lips and chin, riding out every wave until she finally went limp. The golden strands of his hair fell into his eyes, his forehead rocked into your inner thigh as he finally let up, panting to catch his breath.

Her body fell down beside you, climbing from you carefully where the three of you collapsed together in the tangled sheets, a hazy sheen coating your bodies.

Kat slid to curl against your side, her face tucked into your neck, still breathing hard. Bobby crawled up behind you, pressing his sticky, cum-wet front to your back and wrapping an arm around both of you. His breath warmed your shoulder as he nuzzled closer. Kat’s fingers traced lazy circles on your stomach while Bobby’s hand rested heavy on your hip. No one spoke. Just the sound of slowing breaths and the quiet creak of the bed as you all melted into one another, warm and spent.

The three of you lay there, tucked and blissed out in a bed you shouldn’t have been in, veiled moonlight peeking through the thin shutters in the small glow of the showroom. Every buzz of the high eased off into a comfortable tiredness, as your breathing evened out.

“I think I need new shorts.” Bobby mumbled into your back, and you let out a short giggle hearing the smack against muscle from Kat’s hand reaching over. But none of you bothered to move, his shoulders shrugging, and the pair of them cuddling around you as his arm swung over you both.

So much for bad decisions. But secretly, none you hoped it would end. After all, it was just the beginning of something none of you were ready for.

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Clark fucks you to the point of overstimulation. 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘: Explicit/F!Reader 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: plot, p-in-v, creampies, hotel sex, colleague!reader, overstimulation, breast play, titty!loving clark, soft!dom clark 𝐖/𝐂: 2.5k

what the hell did you do?

three, gruelling, hours.

i — i don't know. olsen's email, i clicked the link and everything…just..

that's how long you'd been pacing back and forth, sputtering words out like some bullshit-paranormal-ovilus. trying to reconstruct your drafted keynote speech.

it won't start. oh my GOD. OH MY GOD.

when clark had finally gotten you to settle, you were both shoulder-to-shoulder on the bed, with your backs against the headboard. scattered notes lay between you, sentences struck-through and highlighted.

↳ Olsen, Jimmy <[email protected]>

To: <[email protected]>

was this filmed on the kent farm???

<https.xxxvideos.org/cow-girl-plowed-on-hay-bed/langsthang/edf9c32c-97ec-48b6-8555-5563b5f30145>

it was nearing 11pm when you hear a grating, peppy rap to the door.

you already knew who it'd been before unlatching the chains. after all, there'd only been one specific dork who'd knock to the tune of a shave and a haircut.

every. damn. time.

there's a slight intrigue in seeing him off the clock, though. greedily, your gaze cards through him, head to toe — navy plaid sweats, paired with a plain shirt that'd definitely looked like it'd gone soft after several washes. his hairs endearingly curled all wrong from the shower he must've taken before coming here.

"i…forgot my laptop charger," he tries, almost like he'd sensed he was about to get a face full of hardwood.

"ask concierge."

"…you were right across the hall."

"so?"

"just need to check my email before going down for the night. i'll be quick. promise."

you think about slamming the door shut on him. but then your eyes remain fixated — to the worn out collar, down to the sleeves of his shirt, tastefully taut around the biceps. it doesn't take more than a moment's hesitation before you proceed to nudge the door open with your heels.

the room you were given had been the same as his, clark notes. same carpet, dusty mod curtains, and a framed painting of what's certainly a cheap replica of an actual designer painting. though your room, had acquired that homey lived-in feel even after three days of being in the borrowed space. shoes were kicked off haphazardly by the entryway, and a luggage half-opened with what he thinks were intimates spilling from it. he carefully averts his gaze from that to the mess on your bed.

clark opts to sit cross-legged by the foot of the queen frame, bigger, wider limbs awkwardly folded until he had your laptop balanced on his knees.

"be quick with it. i want to take a bath. and practice." you call out, kicking your suitcase shut in haste.

which really, was code for, i want to jerk off as soon as you leave this room.

you think that a sight of any man might've done it for you, considering how you were presently eyeing clark, particularly at his forearms, which normally wasn't in view with the ill-fitting sports coat he had on most of the time. it was embarrassing how pent up you'd been this entire month, the oogling, was quickly interrupted by his voice.

"uh…" he's hem and hawing, clearly.

"mm." you lift your head up to meet his gaze, and then frown at the guilty dog look he's sized you with far too often.

"what the hell did you do?"

…despite everything up to this point, clark had actually been helpful.

specific phrasings, concepts and anecdotes, he'd completed one of your every thought to the point you think your heart might have fluttered at his competency. though the question remained, and you were genuinely perplexed at how he'd managed to corrupt your draft by clicking on a 'link.'

it's only after he'd helped you revive the draft of your speech through your combined memories, that you pointed out how clicking on a link would've led to that disaster.

"it was a link, then some button," he insists, collecting the scribbled final draft, in chronological order.

"some button wouldn't do that." you pause, staring at him with a suspicious glint in your eyes.

"wait," he raises his palm to shush you, finding a convenient segue as he counts the pages of notes out loud. "four…five, six. is that all?"

your attention similarly follows his line of sight. scanning through the words in practised precision. "you're…right. i think we got it."

he holds his gaze on yours, nodding with a sheepish smile. "yeah."

"we got it!" you squeak, turning to him. clark mirrors your excitement, his hand shooting up in a high-five that was left up in the air. instead, you've thrown your arms around him, practically leaping into him.

clark catches you with ease, despite his surprise. the gentle tug to the back of your waist has your thighs perfectly slotted between his meatier, parted ones. instinctively, you climb higher. palms sliding down the expanse of his back, until he has you securely snug against him.

the closeness is instantly apparent, and clark's completely zeroed in on the sensation, the softness of your chest, evidently lacking any support beneath, now resting soft, pliable and flush on him. it occurs to you after a beat of silence, pulling back just enough to peer up at him. you blink, hoping he didn't feel the embarrassingly loud thump against your chest at the proximity.

"sorry." you blurt, noticing how glasses have slid down the bridge of his nose, "knee..jerk reaction," stupidly, you take the liberty to push it higher up the curve.

clark on the other hand. looked down-right pained.

gods, please don't say jerk when you're this close to me.

the fight leaves him all at once, head slumping right by your eyeline in defeat. "it's…fine."

you catch a whiff of patchouli and mint wafting from his curls, and grit your jaw.

"i'm uh…sorry about screwing up your first draft."

leisurly, you shift, settling between his parted thighs, in no obvious hurry to tear away from him. "we pulled it back…so…" and because you can't hold yourself in check, "…maybe next time, don't open weird porn links from james."

that gets him to snap his head up, eyes blown out wide. "wh — …what. how did you —"

"browser histories exist."

"ah..…of course." he's nodding, mumbling awkwardly to himself, face now buried into his hands — that's great. fantastic. good job, clark. ma should've put me back into the stupid pod.

"hey."

he doesn't answer.

"earth to clark." you press, tilting your head to meet his eyeline.

"mmn." he manages, peeking through his fingers.

"that pent up, huh?"

"please," he squeaks, "i-i'm mortified as is —"

both your palms come to rest by his wrists. pulling it down so you could properly see his face.

"opening it while i was barely a foot from you. kind of…insulting."

clark doesn't think he has it in him to speak. not when you were looking up at him, eyes half-lidded and full of fucking need. so, his tongue catches his lower lip, trying to think of something, anything to say. "i wasn't going to make a move on you when you were stressed out and —"

"so you admit that's what you actually were here for?"

his lips press taut, lowering his hands, and effectively, yours as well, until they rested on your thighs. "stop talking. please." he tries, deep blue eyes practically pleading for you to put him out of his misery.

you consider, teeth catching your lower lips, glinting at the crack in his voice. "yeah? or what?"

that seems to get him to abandon niceties, lips slotting against yours finally. he tilts his head, deepening the kiss without giving you a chance to tease him any longer. not that you would.

not right now, at least. not when you wanted to fuck him so badly that you'd made the move first to clamber onto his lap. clark welcomes it, with a breathy whimper into your mouth, encouraging the closeness until he could feel that tantalising softness of your tits pressed against his chest.

"mmph — couldn't, couldn't stop thinking about these." the words were emphasised by a rough grope of your chest, squeezing and kneading a tit as he groaned.

"i-i know," you gasp, missing his lips when you try to go back in for another. clark tilts his head for you as your kisses go off-course, travelling up his jawline — his breathing heavier by the second at your mouthing.

"…you…you know?" his hands slide down your spine, mindlessly squeezing the globes of your ass, hips a mind of its own as they match your little grinds.

"ngh—…fuck. not…you're not that subtle." your grunts, vibrate against his hot skin, "staring…at me whenever i moved. w-whenever they moved."

clark swears his cock twitched, just at the memory from earlier. every notion, every shift, and he'd seen that erotic perk of your nipples beneath your shirt.

his hands slide upward, along with the hem of your shirt, just to free the sight he'd been dying for.

"…fuck. ugh. fuck." they're stuttered whispers, at best, but you feel it in the next second. the inexplicable stiffening of his cock beneath his trousers, just at the sight of your tits.

your hips arch instinctively, as though you wanted to get them as close as his face as possible, and you can't help but let a soft moan out.

"shit. i-i, please. can i suck them? please?"

the answer doesn't come through words, but the gentle entanglement of your digits through his curls, nudging his face to your middle. clark doesn't hesitate, his mouth wrapping around the fat with a grunt.

"ngh!"your hips circle at the base, broken, pained whimpers leaving you grinding helplessly as he suckles the fat around your tits. purposefully avoiding where would elicit the most pleasure for you. his hands are soon to follow, squeezing them together. then, he finally dragged his tongue past the stiffened peaks of your areolas, uncaring at the graze of his teeth past your buds.

"must be…going crazy. taste like candy."

"m-nnh, too — t-too rough!" you manage, making no effort to push him away. it felt far too good, the slight sting and stimulation his tongue and teeth were providing your nipples with. every sensitive pull serves to send shockwaves down your spine, paired with the loud smacks of his suckles echoing the room.

you peer down, only to see his glasses crooked, with a mouthful of your tit.

"mmph—ssh'rry…" the sight in itself, paired with the wet, hard length rubbing at your clit is far too much. quivers of your thighs bring you back to reality, and you've realised that you'd cum.

he looks at you, growing harder at the sight of how flustered and confused you seem.

"gosh…s'fuckin…cute. are you upset? that you came?"

when you don't answer, clark turns you over, towering above your body, "let's get you to cum f'me some more, mm?"

"want that?"

meekly, you nod, face buried by the sheets when his fingers cup your pussy, right beneath your waistband. slick coats his palm, and he amply smears it along your folds, rubbing you until you've tilted your hips, just to meet his touches. "wan'it, please."

clark hums, and in a decisive motion, plugs your wet pussy with two digits.

a loud, muffled moan resounds, and he takes it as encouragement to gently fuck your cunt — with his impossibly thick and wide digits, curling, circling within your gummy walls. it borders on unbearable, the dull ache that somehow only grows more potent despite the thrusts of his fingers.

"s'not enough." you bleat, shaking your head as tears begin to prick the corner of your eyes. "not — fuck, it's not enough, clark —"

"jesus…greedy girl." he groans, ridding his fingers from your cunt with effort.

clark takes a moment to breathe, it's not that he didn't want to fuck you. he just thinks the second he slips right into that sweet, wet pussy of yours — pulsing visually at the emptiness of his fingers, he might just break.

the second he sees a glimpse if your tear-stricken cheeks, on the other hand?

"can't fucking do this t'me." he chokes, free hand forcing your face to look at him. he wanted to squeeze you, meld you to him. clark shakes his head, his hand sliding beneath his trousers to angle his cock, messy with his own pre, directly to your cunt.

"breathe."

there's no politeness to his words any more. no sweetness. just pure, unbridled need.

his cock stretches by your entrance right after the warning he gives, forcing its way past the initial tightness.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!" the words practically spill as you feel every inch of him, go deeper and deeper into you. "clark —"

"m'right here. c'mon. breathe." he lowers his head, inhaling your skin while he stuffs you full of his cock. you're nodding through the encouragement, on your tippy-toes on the sheets, thighs quivering as you manage to take him entirely.

"i-is it?"

"yeah." he pants, looking at you intently, "good job, sweetheart. gonna move, okay?"

you nod sharply, melting into his shoulders as he gradually thrusts. heavy, circling motions to get you just a little more used to the sensation before he begins to fuck his hips into you.

"ah —.. gosh. so —…" his words, barely making it past mere grunts, low against your pulse. he doesn't stop, even as he feels the uncontrollable quiver of your thighs. they're gently coaxed around his hips, and you feel rubbing some of the goosebumps away.

"so good. so, so good." he rambles, pulling back to press his forehead against yours.

you're panting into his mouth, senses dulled as he continues to fuck you, to use you past your overstimulation. eventually, the aching grows much more potent in your belly, a new wave of climax that approaches you, fuelled by the sounds of his abdomen smacking against yours, slick with your cum.

"g-gonna cum. just, mh — a little more."

at this point, you're completely out of it, nodding, moaning incoherently as he drives his thick cock into you, over and over. his hips pick up, fucking you much harder. "clark!" you squeak, shaking your head, trying desperately to get him to stop, or give it to you harder with weak little presses to his chest — you just didn't know anymore.

"i-i know baby, i know, i know."

with a hasty manoeuvre, his mouth crashes into yours, messily tangling his tongue into your mouth as he finally breaks. fucking deep spurts of his cum into you in heavy snaps. the weight of him against your belly coaxes the final orgasm you didn't know you had left, with fluids of your arousal splattering against the narrow space where you both were connected.

he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, unfazed by the mess pooling beneath you.

"h-hahh..ah..that was…"

you would've probably chewed him out for fucking you to the point of squirting.

if you'd even been conscious to do so.

"…shoot."

[stvswrld69]

­ meetify algorithm

pairing: keys mckey x reader summary: keys creates an experimental dating app based on user compatibility to try to get a promotion at work. to make sure it works properly, he asks users to test it before its release. you download the beta out of curiosity, and the system matches you with the creator himself. wc: 3.3k warnings: +18 (minors do not interact), explicit nsfw, fem!reader, enemies (even if they don't know), mention of alcohol, explicit sexting, guided masturbation, m jerking off, fingering, penetration, use of sexual toys, dirty talk, cursing. author's note: thanks in this one to my girl nic for the help and also juls and juana for the motivation. also i'm starting with requests as soon as i finish my finals so pls be patient

keys sat over his desk on the floor of soonami studios. the blue glow of his multiple monitors reflected off his glasses and the office hummed with the usual boring energy; keyboards clacking, whispers and some laughs from the break room. but keys barely noticed any of it. 

his eyes were glued to the same block of code he’d been debugging for the last hour while his leg bounced anxiously under the desk.

he was tired. not just physically –though the dark circles under his eyes told that story clearly– but existentially tired.

keys had been working at soonami studios for some years now, and he was good at this job. really good. he could debug complex systems faster than most others developers and he actually cared about clean codes.

none of that seemed to matter. every time another developer position opened up, it went to someone better at office politics, someone who knew how to shake the right hands and smile in the right meetings.

keys was the guy who stayed late fixing other people’s mistakes. the guy who got praised in private but overlooked in promotions. the guy who was reliable.

he was sick of it.

that morning meeting was the final straw. the manager stood at the front of the room with his usually fake enthusiasm and talked.

‘’we’re looking for something original. something fresh. we want innovation. whoever brings me a truly unique project that actually works…. let’s just say there will be serious conversations about promotions.’’

key’s heart started racing the second he heard those words. this was it. his chance. 

he didn’t just want a promotion – he needed one.

so he made a decision, and for the next two and a half weeks, keys barely existed outside of work and his laptop. he woke up at 6 a.m., worked fully day at the office, then went home and coded until 3 or 4 in the morning. 

he ate microwave meals at his desk and drank enough coffee to make his hands shake. he told his friends he was ‘’busy with a side project.’’

he poured everything into meetify.

it wasn’t just another dating app. keys hated the shallow nature of modern dating apps: endless swiping, the focus on pictures and one-liners. he wanted something deeper. so he built a system that analyzed hundreds of data points: communication style, values, conflict resolutions patterns. 

the algorithm didn’t just match interests. it tried to predict long-term compatibility with uncanny accuracy.

he worked on the psychological questionnaire for days, making the questions strangely personal but not invasive. he fine-tuned the matching engine until the compatibility scores felt natural. 

he added privacy features that made the whole thing feel safe: no photos unless both users agreed later and end-to-end encryption on all chats.

when he finally finished the working beta version, he leaned back in his office chair and stared at the screen for a long time. 

‘’please… just work,’’ he whispered.

the next day during his lunch break, he created a reddit account under a throwaway name and posted in several beta testing subreddits.

r/betatesters • 1h ago

need 50 serious testers for an experimental dating app (100% anonymous) hey everyone,  i’ve built an experimental dating app named meetify. instead of swipes and pictures, it uses deep behavioral analysis and psychological profiling to match people based on real compatibility.  everything is completely anonymous. i need real users to test the matching algorithm and give feedback before i pitch it internally for a promotion. first 50 people get immediate access. if you’re tired of shallow dating apps and want to try something different, dm me. serious testers only.

he hit the post button with nervous fingers and then refreshed the page obsessively for the next hour. by the end of the day, he had 47 messages. 

on another hand, you had sworn off dating for almost a year. after a series of painful relationships, you decided you were done putting yourself out there. the idea of opening up to someone new felt exhausting and terrifying. 

but one night, while scrolling through reddit to see if someone could help you with work, a post caught your eye.

a post written by a user called walternetius. it promised to be something different, and curiosity got the better of you. after everything you had been through, maybe an algorithm could do better than your own terrible judgment.

you downloaded the app and created your account with the user y/nlocked.

the questionnaire was long and surprisingly personal. you answered honestly, even the uncomfortable questions about past relationships, trust issues and what you really wanted from a partner. 

when you finished, the app paired you almost instantly. 

wmckynotes. your eyebrows rose at the high number of compatibility. you opened the chat.

wmckynotes: hey wmckynotes: so we’re both beta testers for this thing? nice to meet you, y/nlocked

you smiled a little at the polite greeting and typed back.

y/nlocked: hi. yeah, looks like it. that compatibility is crazy. did u answer the questions honestly?

wmckynotes: haha… i was brutally honest. that’s why probably most of my other matches were below 20% :/ wmckynotes: u are the first person who makes sense according to the algorithm. wmckynotes: btw, how are u finding the app so far?

you leaned back against your pillows, thinking how to answer.

y/nlocked: i mean, it’s… different. the questionnaire was really long and some questions made me stop and actually think, but the interface is calm i guess. i really wanted to try something different

wmckynotes: most dating apps just feel so shallow. 

y/nlocked: yeah. this one feels more…. intentional. but wbu, why did you join the beta? are you also tired of normal dating apps?

wmckynotes: honestly? i’m the developer of this app. i’ve been working on it for months as a side project. my company is very corporate and i wanted to show them something original. wmckynotes: i needed real users to test it. i didn’t want people to feel pressured so i created everything anonymous.

y/nlocked: wait… you’re like the creator? that’s so cool lol. so u testing your own app?

wmckynotes: yeah… pretty much hahah i’m nervous as hell actually. i want it to work, to help people find something good. don’t tell anyone though. i’m trying to stay anonymous too. 

y/nlocked: your secret is safe with me

keys chuckled softly in his apartment, running a hand through his messy hair. you smiled at the phone feeling a warmth in your chest.

wmckynotes: so… be honest with me. what do u think so far? any feedback? wmckynotes: i’m glad the algorithm matched us. even if this is just a test, it’s nice talking to someone who gets it and works at coding too.

you thought for a moment before replying. the conversation flowed naturally. you two talked about movies, music. he was funny, a little nerdy, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

y/nlocked: yeah… it really is :) good night wmckynotes

a month has passed since you first downloaded that app, and what started as a random experiment born out of boredom quietly became the best part of you every day. 

you were at your desk on nexus dynamics. the open office was loud, with ringing phones and sighs. you were on the same customer support ticket for almost forty minutes while a man was yelling in all caps about a billing error.

you rubbed your temples, feeling the familiar headache building behind your eyes. your phone vibrated on the desk, you glanced around quickly to make sure your supervisor wasn’t watching, then opened the app.

wmckynotes: survived another meeting. how’s your day going? please tell me it’s better than mine.

you smiled despite yourself and typed back quickly under the desk.

y/nlocked: well i’m being yelled at a customer rn and i need a coffee

wmckynotes: i would def teleport with a coffee if i could. black with one sugar, right?

y/nlocked: you remember. i’m impressed 

wmckynotes: i remember a lot of things about u

you bit your lip, feeling warmth spread through your face. 

across town, keys was sitting in his chair. he checked the beta dashboard obsessively for weeks. the app was working better than he ever expected – at least for you two.

keys ran a hand through his messy brown hair and bit his lip when your message appeared. the conversation continued in short bursts or during breaks. 

after that, the conversations become more and more frequent between you two. 

even so, work was killing you. today was one of those days where you had to apologize because you were busy and you couldn't talk to him.

your company, nexus dynamics, was forced to attend the same exclusive networking event as soonami studios. the rivalry between the two companies was known throughout the world. it was serious: years of stolen talent, leaked projects and public shade in interviews. 

the tension in the rooftop was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the employees from both side-eyed each other with barely hostility.

you were there representing your company, dressed in a sleek black dress and holding a glass of champagne you had no intention of drinking. you stood near the bar, trying to stay out of the way of the obvious corporate warfare happening around you.

the founder of the company who prepared all this suddenly appeared beside you with a bright smile.

‘’ah! perfect. come with me for a moment.’’ before you could even protest, he gently guided you across the room toward a small group of the other company.

“so… this is our brilliant guy, keys. one of our sharpest young talents.”

keys turned to you. for a split second, something flickered in his eyes but he masked it with a polite professional smile and extended his hand. 

“nice to meet you,” he said with a measured voice.

you shook his hand firmly, keeping your expression natural.

“likewise,” you replied in a polite tone.

“you two are some of the youngest and most promising people from your companies. i thought it would be interesting for you to talk. healthy competition breeds innovation, right?”

with that, the walked away, leaving you and keys standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. the air between you two was immediately tense. 

keys slipped his hands into his pockets.

‘’so….’’ he said with a carefully neutral voice. ‘’heard your team has been pushing up some aggressive updates lately.’’

you lifted your chin slightly, matching his energy.

‘’and i’ve heard yours has been copying quite a few of those ideas,’’ you replied. ‘’imitation is the sincerest from flattery, i suppose.’’

keys let out a short dry laugh, but there was no real humor in it. you narrowed your eyes.

‘’bold claim. though i’m not surprised. y’all always loved throwing accusations around.’’

keys studied you for a moment, giving you an intense glaze. 

‘’you seem… familiar somehow,’’ he said quietly. ‘’have we met before?’’

you shook your hand, keeping your voice cool.

‘’i don’t think so. i would remember you.’’ 

he gave a bitter smile, and the conversation remained polite on the surface but with subtle jabs. the night was long and boring. you couldn't wait to get home, talk to that app user, and have some fun.

the network finally ended and you arrived home a little after midnight. your heels gave you wounds, and you swore you just wanted to rest. the entire ride way home, your mind kept replaying the conversation with that guy with glasses.

there was something about him that felt extremely familiar and even if you didn’t know his name –the way he looked at you, the dry humor– that felt strangely familiar. you shook the thought away. 

when you finally stepped into the apartment, you kicked off your heels with a sigh of relief. you changed into an oversized t-shirt and stayed in your panties, washed your face and collapsed onto your bed with your phone.

meanwhile, across town, keys entered his apartment, loosened his tie, and dropped onto the couch. keys didn’t even wait, he opened meetify on his phone and saw you were online.

he smiled and started typing.

wmckynotes: hey. u still awake?? wmckynotes: just arrived home. long night… i met someone w your name. funny coincidence right??

y/nlocked: it’s a pretty common name. they are probably like thousands of girls with it

wmckynotes: yeah… but anyways talking to u feels so much better. wmckynotes: i was thinking about u all night

y/nlocked: oh??? and what were u thinking about?

wmckynotes: being honest… was wondering u were laying in bed like i am now. if you were thinking about me too

the tone shifted. subtly. slowly.

y/nlocked: maybe i was and maybe i still am

wmckynotes: yeah? what are u thinking about?

the room was starting to feel hot, your chest was starting to pound faster. you closed your legs to try and cool down the heat between them. 

wmckynotes: yeah? what are u thinking about rn???

y/nlocked: about how nice ur voice probably sounds in general and about ur looks

wmckynotes: only that way?

y/nlocked: do u want me to say more?

you playfully bit your lip, waiting for his response. you had no idea how far the conversation could veer.

wmckynotes: maybe i do

y/nlocked: where are u rn?

wmckynotes: well wmckynotes: i’m in my couch… why?

y/nlocked: maybe i was thinking about me and u in your couch

his answer was fast. he never left the chat.

wmckynotes: great wmckynotes: me too

y/nlocked: what are u exactly thinking about y/nlocked: let’s see if we are thinking the same

wmckynotes: i was thinking about you in my couch… what are u wearing?

you smiled at the question, biting your lip, and then looked at your body as if it weren't obvious what you were wearing. as if you didn't know, or as if you were looking for confirmation before telling him.

y/nlocked: shirt and panties

wmckynotes: k. so i was thinking about u in my couch with that shirt and in only panties.  wmckynotes: then in my thoughts i kiss u first, i think your lips are probably really soft 

you let out a slow breath and slid your right hand down your body. you slipped it under the waistband of your panties, feeling the heat radiating from your pussy. 

you didn’t go straight for your clit. instead, you pressed your palm flat against your mound, feeling how warm and slick you already were. 

y/nlocked: yeah?? what more… tell me

wmckynotes: i’d kiss u deeper… slowly sucking on your upper lip while my hands slide under your shirt. 

you kept pressing and rubbing your palm against your panties, the friction making you wetter. your hips moved slightly against your hand. meanwhile, keys ran his hand down his stomach and began slowly palming his cock over his pajama pants, feeling it thicken and harder under his touch.

then the next message appeared.

wmckynotes: can u touch yourself for me?

y/nlocked: i was already doing it

wmckynotes: you so dirty wmckynotes: good

keys squeezed his growing bulge firmly, rubbing it up and down over the fabric, feeling it twitch under his palm.

y/nlocked: are you touching yourself? y/nlocked: touch yourself and tell me more

wmckynotes: i’d keep kissing and sucking on your neck while my hand slides between your legs.. imagine your hand is mine and please rub your clit over your panties for me, baby. slow circles

you moved your fingers up and started rubbing slow circles over your clit through the soaked fabric. soft whimpers left your lips.

y/nlocked: fuck…. it’s so sensitive. are you stroking yet?

wmckynotes: not yet. just rubbing and squeezing over my pajamas. keep going princess

he continued palming himself, occasionally squeezing the head of his cock through the fabric, feeling himself get fully hard. his breathing was getting heavier as he watched the chat.

y/nlocked: i’m so wet… panties are a mess

wmckynotes: then pull ur panties aside and touch your bare pussy for me. tell me how wet u are

you hooked your fingers on the side of your panties and pulled them aside. your fingers immediately glided over your slick bare folds.

y/nlocked: my fingers are sliding everywhere

wmckynotes: fuck that’s so hot wmckynotes: start rubbing your clit directly now. slow circles wmckynotes: i just pushed my pants down. gonna touch myself for u. i’m so hard

keys pushed his pajama pants and boxers down to his thighs, freeing his thick hard cock. it slapped against his stomach, already leaking. then he wrapped his fist around the base and gave it a slow stroke, spreading the pre-cum over the head with his thumb.

you moaned as your fingers made direct contact with your swollen clit, rubbing slow, tight circles.

y/nlocked: this feels so good

wmckynotes: i’m stroking slowly. base to tip… pls push two fingers inside yourself for me. fuck yourself 

you did it. you slid two fingers deep into yourself, moaning louder. keys tightened his grip imagining that as he started stroking with long firm movements and his fist slid easily. 

y/nlocked: i’m fingering myself y/nlocked: wish those were your fingers tho

you didn’t stop. you saw him typing.

wmckynotes: fuck wmckynotes: do u have any toys?

you bit your lip, hesitating for just a second before answering honestly. you had one, you bought it when you were dating that pathetic boy you had as your boyfriend. he never made you come, and that's exactly why you bought it.

y/nlocked: yeah. i got one in my drawer

you reached over the nightstand drawer and took the toy in your hands. then you positioned yourself comfortably with spread wide legs. 

wmckynotes: rub the tip against your clit. get it nice and wet. i’m strocking faster now

you rubbed it up and down your slit, coating it with your wetness. keys was now fully focused on his own pleasure. keys’ hand moved faster. his hips were starting to buck up into his fist as he got more into it.

wmckynotes: push it inside and imagine it’s me stretching u

you did it, pressing it against your entrance and slowly pushing it in, gasping as it stretched you open.

y/nlocked: fuck… it’s thick. i need u

keys' large hand wrapped around his entire cock. he moved his hand up and down painfully, feeling that it wasn't quite enough. it wasn’t enough for him because he needed you. 

wmckynotes: fuck w it baby. nice and deep… imagine is my cock filling u up

you started thrusting the toy in and out, moaning louder with every push. your legs were already starting to shake, and your stomach was starting to feel strange.

y/nlocked: fuck… it’s thick

wmckynotes: don’t stop. i’m so fucking close baby :) i want u to cum all over the toy while i cum all over my hand

your moans turned into cries as your orgasm built rapidly.

y/nlocked: fuck… gonna cum. gonna cum so hard

wmckynotes: cum for me. fuck, i’m cumming too

you came with a loud scream. your back arched off the bed, your thighs were shaking violently as your pussy clenched around the toy. 

at the same time, keys groaned deeply, his hips buckling as thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach.

wmckynotes: are u ok

y/nlocked: fuck yeah y/nlocked: gonna clean this mess

wmckynotes: right wmckynotes: same

you got up to go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit. washed your face and drank some water before sitting back down on the bed and checking your phone.

he wrote again since the last message.

wmckynotes: since this is getting like wmckynotes: a little bit more serious wmckynotes: do u have like… discord or something?

y/nlocked: yeah y/nlocked: i use it for work sometimes

wmckynotes: can i add u there

y/nlocked: yeah ofc

you sent him your username, waiting for him to add you and it didn't take long for him to do so. but when you saw his discord profile picture, you froze. 

it was his face. and he wasn't just anyone.

he was the guy you met that very night at the work event. 

it was him. keys.

© dividers by angeliicide and suupersonic

[loveridden1999]

[flashphotograph]

Djo death drop Lollapalooza Brazil

[fromv3nus]

i’m gonna be obsessed with this performance til the day i DIEEEEEEEE

[levanswrites]

dare i say.. i feel like rules of the crawl steve (or just s5 steve in general!!!) is sooo into cock slapping too.. idk.. 🚬🚬🚬

continuation of this post

holy shit anon. holy shit.

So here’s the thing: Steve’s appetite in bed has evolved significantly over the years.

He isn’t just into sex anymore—years of violence and deprivation have turned him into someone different, someone who wants it all: to tease, command, claim, punish, mark, to dominate and be dominated.

He’ll always have that lover-boy missionary softness at his core, that’ll never change. But after all the shit he’s lived through, there’s a certain... edge that develops. A craving for intensity. For something that hits in his body instead of just his brain. A streak of violence he would’ve once cringed at, now tingling under his skin, just waiting for someone he trusts enough to unleash it with.

Then he meets you.

And suddenly, this “pretend hate” dynamic between you two isn’t just a kink. It’s an outlet that lets him access that side of himself without fear. It’s an unspoken agreement that you can push each other to the edge of discomfort, knowing it’s safe.

It’s a fire you both stoke, and Steve is obsessed with feeding it.

He thrives on the testing. On pushing just a touch too far, just to see if you’ll push back. And when you do... that’s what flips the switch for him. Raised brows and that sharp, “oh, okay, we’re doing this today” smirk that makes your knees weak.

He loves it. He lives for it.

And cock slapping is peak s5 Steve. It’s that bratty attitude, the inflated ego from his king-steve days, that little bite of cocky ha arrogance he never really lost.  

It’s his fingers under your chin, forcing your face up so he can make eye contact with you while he slaps that thick, heavy weight on your tongue, over and over.

It’s the humiliation of it that drives him insane. Telling you to "open up,” watching you squirm at all the filthy shit he spits at you. Waiting for that split second you wince when he tightens his fist in your hair. Watching you brat out ten times harder after that, spitting on his cock and fighting against his grip, telling him he can go fuck himself.

And Steve loves messy, borderline disgusting sex. Sticky, wet, slick, the kind that leaves sweat and spit plastered to your hair, dripping down your neck and coating every inch of your skin. He loves when the room reeks of sex afterward. He’d never admit that outright, but he does.

He loves to spit on your pussy, in your mouth. Loves making out so hard neither of you can breathe properly. Loves being mean with his hands, his words, because he knows it makes you wet faster than anything else. Loves grunting “look at me” while his cock rests heavy across your face, knowing you can’t because he’s blocking your view. Loves watching you on your knees, desperately squeezing your thighs together, your hands pinned behind your back because you’re not allowed to touch yourself.

He loves it when you manhandle him back, because underneath all his bravado, he’s bruised. Both in ways the world can see and in ways it can’t. Bruised by the blows he’s taken, and by all the years he went starved for affection. Even before the violence, he went hungry for touch, for love that was rarely returned—and that deprivation left marks deeper than any visible scar.

So after years of being beaten, choked, tortured, literally devoured—and the long, lonely stretch before that, of waiting for affection that never came—he’s learned to crave a kind of love that doesn’t flinch away from a little mess. He’d never admit that out loud either, but he does.

He wants to be loved so hard it leaves bruises, love that grips him fiercely and refuses to let go.

Love so raw, so intense, so all-consuming that it borders on desperation. Rough hands, tight grip, filthy kisses, playful smacks and slaps—he wants it all.

And he wants it with you.

[barnesonfilm]

for 24 hours, you’re still mine

★ summary: flying during the holidays is horrible enough; even worse is when your flight gets delayed by 24 hours. the only thing that makes it worth it is the brown eyed boy who's determined to make the next 24 hours the best date of your life.

★ pairing: modern!steve harrington x reader

★ warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, love at first sight, brief mention of heart attack & cpr, cursing, airport bathroom sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, big dick & dirty mouth steve harrington you guys know the drill

★ word count: 10k

★ notes: watched before sunrise, cried, then opened a google doc :) this is also me soft launching emt!steve

“We regret to inform you that flight UAL-8777 to Chicago has been delayed until tomorrow at 6 o’clock central time. Please head to the Airline Counter if you have any more questions. We sincerely apologize.” The intercom buzzed, followed by the loudest in unison groan you might have ever heard in your life. Flying around the Holidays were stressful enough as it was, but now your flight had been pushed back nearly 24 hours.

God forbid you take the cheaper flight with a layover; now, here you were trapped in a random Midwest airport for hours. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” You grumbled, kicking your suitcase more aggressively than you needed to. Taking your anger out on the poor, hard plastic. “Save a hundred dollars, Y/n, it’ll be fine. No, I’m so excited to spend Christmas Eve in the airport, this is exactly what I wanted.” 

You were mumbling to yourself like a madman, plopping down in a quiet corner. There was no way you were going to the ticket counter now; the angry mob of people had grown tenfold in just the few minutes it took you to walk over here. 

“Us frugal spenders got the short end of the stick, huh?” A voice spoke, making you spin your body in the hard plastic airport chair. 

“Fuck.” You laughed, holding your chest. “Oh my god, sorry I didn’t know you were over here.” A man with headphones wrapped around his neck was sitting on the floor, charging his phone. Barricading himself in his own corner, a similar idea to the one you had. His hair was organized chaos, his smile wide. 

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” His eyes went soft; they were brown. A warm honey brown you could imagine yourself drowning in. 

He was attractive, that much was obvious. If it wasn’t his face, it was how he held himself, even as he was tucked into the wall. Hoodie sleeves covering his hands to keep warm.

You spun in the chair, pulling your knees up to your chest. “I’m sure you didn’t expect a crazy woman to come over here and begin speaking to herself like she’s lost her mind.” 

He smiled, a true with-teeth grin. “Worst things have happened than a pretty lady having a moment of insanity. Besides, I think if you can lose your mind anywhere where it's socially acceptable, it’s the airport.” 

You hummed in agreement. Ignoring the way your cheeks flushed at his compliment. “Are you also going to Chicago?” 

“Guilty. My best friend just moved there, I’m thinking of joining, but I wanted to visit a few more times.” He smiled. 

“Funny. I just signed a lease there. My work is moving me.” You smiled, his eyes lighting up. “My sister’s waiting for me in my new place.”

“God, well, now I have to move, huh?” He grinned; all you could do was laugh. 

“It’d be nice to have a friend in the city…” You trailed off. 

He moved his bag, shuffling towards you with his hand outstretched. “Steve. Steve Harrington.” 

“Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n.” You said, shaking his hand clumsily. He pulled away first, sitting there awkwardly for a moment before another announcement came on, announcing more cancelled flights. 

“Well, Y/n, I think you deserve a $20 coffee that tastes like dirt water and an overpriced sandwich that tastes like hospital food.” 

“Wow, Steve, you treat all your ladies like this?” You teased, standing up to join him. 

“All my ladies I befriend in airports for 24 hours? Absolutely.” 

“Hmm, and how long is that list?” He stood next to you, ready to take your bags from your hands immediately. The chivalry oozes out of his pores. 

“Right now? Pretty short,” He smiled, “Let’s say we claim this corner, huh? Unless you had accommodations for tonight.” 

It was an invitation to stay, one you’d be ashamed to admit you didn’t even think through before you were nodding. This fairytale book of a man showed up in his oversized hoodie, carrying your bags, and talking sweetly to you. You could see the looks of disappointment on your friend's faces now if you told them you just walked away, getting a hotel for the night as a normal person would. 

“Consider this corner conquered.” You said, a smile lighting his features. His eyes crinkled as he moved your bags next to his. 

“So I’m thinking, coffee first, then food. Then we attempt to occupy ourselves and somehow get sleep in this disaster.” 

“While also trying not to get trampled by the Home Alone family over there.” You added, watching a family of at least 12, all running through the terminals at full speed. 

He nodded, “Dying would be bad. This first date would be off to a bad start.” He said absentmindedly, the two of you walking side by side. 

“Date, huh?” You smirked, side-eyeing the man. He froze, his hands moving wildly before he began speaking. 

“Wait, ha. I didn’t mean, like I was joking. But also kinda not?” He babbled, running his hand through his hair wildly. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. We did literally just meet. I promise I’m not like a creep or anything-” 

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” You smiled, watching him continue. 

“And I swear I just said it. I don’t think sometimes, I should have asked, but-” He slowly caught up, “Wait, you think I’m cute?” 

You nodded, a shy smile on your lips. “Very. And for the record, we may never see each other again. So you better make this a very memorable date.” 

He brought his hand up in a salute, “Yes, ma'am.” 

Once the date was solidified, you both ordered your food. When you reached into your purse, Steve ignored you, handing over his card to the barista without a second glance. Your cheeks were red, your chest giddy with excitement. You felt like a middle schooler again, complete with the clammy hands and awkward gait. 

“How is it?” He asked when you took a drink, your eye twitching. 

“Tastes like they ground the beans with a rusty hammer and brewed it with mop water.” You cringed, “So exactly how I expected it to taste.” 

“Oh, that’s my favorite kind!” He gasped, taking a drink of his own. Swallowing it down harshly, “Oh god, that’s like horrible.”

The two of you ate your overpriced, horrible food with small talk. The silence wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. You learned that his best friend Robin had just gotten a segment on NPR, and his brother, for all intents and purposes, Dustin, was interning at the Field Science Museum during his undergrad. 

“It’s almost like the universe really wants you in Chicago.” You teased.

His face went soft, nodding silently at you. “I think it’s sending me some pretty strong signs.” 

You told him about your very boring corporate job in Healthcare; it was the first job that gave you an offer after graduation, so you took it. You had some family not too far away, so it seemed like the best plan. He said that he dropped out of school, you saved the pity, and just shrugged. 

“Things happen,” You reassured him. “What were you studying?” 

“Criminal justice and prelaw.” He admitted with a heavy breath. “Wasn’t sure if that’s what I wanted to do or if I was just doing it to make my Dad proud of me.”

You stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. “Well, what do you wanna do?” 

“Is it embarrassing to admit that I don’t know?” He spoke with an earnest look in his eyes. He propped his elbows up on the table, setting his face in his hands to look at you. “Sometimes I feel like a loser. 26 years old and all I have to show for it are some college credits and a resume of job hopping.” 

You shook your head, “I don’t think that’s embarrassing at all. Everyone moves at their own pace. I appreciate that you haven’t forced yourself to do anything you didn’t enjoy. I did. I earned a degree I don’t care about and a job I know I’m going to hate. Simply because it felt like it was the right thing to do.” 

“What did you wanna do?” He asked, flipping it back onto you. You let out a hefty sigh. 

“Oh man, I wanted to be a journalist. Wanted to travel the world and write about it. Meet new people, learn new things. Maybe write a book or two.” You smiled, a hint of sadness in your eyes. “But journalism doesn’t pay the bills if you don’t have a foot in the door.” 

“You know, my ex-girlfriend, well, really she’s just a friend now, is a Journalist. Moved to New York and everything. She just had her first baby.” He hummed, lost in thought, “Serious if you ever wanted to pursue that, I could give her a call.” 

You blushed, shaking your head. “No, that’s too much to ask. Besides, I don’t even know if I’m good at it, really. It was always just a faraway dream I had.” 

“Well, listen, the option is always there. Nancy would love to show you the ropes.” He smiled, his feet brushing against yours under the table. It was crazy the connection that spiraled between you two; the conversation never dried up. The next thing you knew, it had been well over an hour, and the airport was slowly clearing out as some flights went on and people found their accommodations for the night. 

“Do you think it’s time we venture back to our humble abode?” He asked, scooting out from his chair. 

“Lead the way.” You smiled, accepting his outstretched hand. His hand was so much larger than yours, your smaller one falling into his palm perfectly. You tried to stop the large smile creeping up on your face, feeling like a kid with a schoolgirl crush. It was ridiculous. 

His body stopped abruptly, your body nearly running into his. “Pit stop.” That was all he said before he dragged you into a random convenience store. 

“What?” You giggled, watching as he grabbed a tiny basket. Shoving it into your hands. 

“We’re gonna need snacks, drinks. This is also the perfect opportunity to judge your taste.” He smirked. Making you gasp. 

“My taste is fine, thank you.” You jutted your lip out, beginning to stalk down the aisles. Throwing various chips and candies into the basket. 

“Sour candies. Good choice.” He hummed, throwing in a package of cookies. 

“Chocolate chip cookies? What are you, 12?” You teased, grabbing a couple of water bottles. 

“You wound me, Y/n.” He pouted, continuing to go through and judge every single thing you looked at too hard. The lady behind the counter glared at you two, but you ignored her. Lost in your own bubble of giggles and endless flirting. It was just as toothrottingly sweet as the pile of sugary drinks and snacks in the basket. 

“Is this everything?” She asked in a monotone voice, which unfortunately just made you and Steve fall into another fit of giggles. 

You tried to pay, only once again getting pushed away by Steve’s outstretched hand, tapping his card to the machine. 

“You didn’t have to,” You frowned, “I mean, I think all of this was more than you saved on the flight.” 

He shrugged, uncaring. “This is still a date. It’s very rude to let a lady pay.” 

By the time you made it back to your corner, a few others were occupying the gate with you all. Most of them lay around, attempting to get some rest. It was hard to fathom sleeping while the sun was still setting; mostly, you were too wound up at the prospect of hanging out with Steve to even think about sleeping. 

“So I’m thinking, makeshift fort. Movie?” He hummed, pulling out a travel pillow and a jacket from his bag. You did the same, making your own little cushioned seat. You slipped your laptop from your bag, connecting it to the wifi while Steve arranged the snacks. 

Content on scrolling through the movies you hummed, the two of you trading off what you’ve seen before and what movies you’d never watch, when scrolling Before Sunrise caught your eye. You laughed a little amongst yourself. 

“This date is sort of like the movie Before Sunrise,” You noted, propping your laptop up on the makeshift table. Which was just your suitcase on its side. “We're just stuck in an airport and not in Vienna.”

“Vienna would be so nice,” Steve mumbled through a mouthful of Red Vines, which you absolutely bullied him for. He tried to hide them underneath the pile of snacks, but it was no use. He was adamant about enjoying the cherry-tasting rubber wire. “Have you ever been out of the country?” 

You shook your head, “Never had the money. You?” 

“Nope. We should go.” He said as if it were the casualist thing in the world. 

“What? Do you wanna hop on a flight right now? Abandon our lives and go jet set in a European country?” 

“I don’t think we’re in that kind of cheesy rom com,” He snorted, “But I think you’d be a great travel companion. I mean, you can be pretty judgmental about my favorite candy, but besides that, you’re pretty cool.” 

“Pretty cool.” You mocked, his shoulder brushing against yours. 

“What? You are.” He laughed, adjusting himself closer towards you. You were both so close to each other, thighs pressing against each other. Your shoulders brushed with each movement you made. Once your laptop was ready, you leaned back, taking the risk of leaning against his side. Giving him a moment to pull away if he wanted, and he didn’t. If anything, he leaned further into you, his hands untangling his headphones. 

“Let me guess, time to judge my taste in movies?” You asked, taking the earbud he handed to you. 

The two of you share the wired pair, your heads now close together. He smelled like fresh laundry and cedar. His body warm against yours, you wanted nothing more than to lay your head on his chest.  

“See, you’re learning.” He smiled. “What about that Sunrise movie you talked about. I’ve never seen it.” 

You gasped, immediately pulling it up. “What a disgrace. I’m gonna have to show you true cinema.” 

“I don’t watch a lot of romantic movies, mostly action movies. I did watch a lot of movies in high school, Robin and I worked at Family Video.” 

“Family Video? Jesus, they’re still in business?” 

“Oh, absolutely not, went bankrupt a few months into us working there. Robin was convinced it was our fault. But of course it wasn’t, it was one of the last ones opened since the 80s, I think.” He hummed the subtle music of the movie’s introduction, traveling through the headphones. 

“You’re not a movie talker, are you?” You asked, turning to look at him. Which was a mistake, his face was so close to yours. His eyes are even dreamier up close. You could smell the red vines on his breath. 

The freckles on his cheeks that you never noticed before were now all you could focus on. 

“I could lie and say no, but I’ve been told it’s one of my only flaws.” He spoke softly, trying his hardest not to watch the way your lips curved with every word you spoke. He knew you were beautiful from the moment he first saw you, but now he was blown away. Your eyes staring into his made his chest ache, a warmness blooming there. 

“Well, I guess someone as perfect as you did need some.” You whispered, nearly jumping when the movie officially started, taking it as your cue to turn back to the screen. 

It was obvious the two of you were dancing around each other; you were slowly leaning into his shoulder at a snail's pace. And you caught Steve mustering up the courage to raise his arm, welcoming you into his chest. He’d stop himself each time, his teeth coming down to bite at his lip in frustration. He was nervous, and it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. 

“What if he were a murderer?” Steve spoke up, eyes glued to the screen. “She was too trusting of him, I think.” 

You laughed at the irony, “Are you a murderer? I mean, look at us. We’re on a date now, aren’t we?” 

“Yeah, but that’s different. We’re in one location, arguably a heavily armed and secured place. They’re in a foreign country just running around with each other.” 

“I think it’s romantic,” You hummed, “To forge a connection with someone so quickly. To chase that feeling, not even thinking about the consequences.”

It was silent for a moment, Steve’s eyes boring into the side of your face. “I think I would have asked you to join me in Vienna.” 

“I think I would have joined you.” You said almost immediately, his arm finally moving up. Resting around your shoulders, giving you the chance to lay your head on his chest. He leaned back, giving you the perfect angle to rest against him. You could feel his heart thumping wildly under your head, matching the beat of your own. 

“See, I knew he was lying about something.” He whispered, his breath fanning hot against your neck. Making your skin prickle all over. You took his little comments in stride, what would normally be annoying for you, you suddenly found endearing. Enjoying his little bits of commentary. 

You sat up a little when the credits rolled, ready to get his reaction. 

“I hated that ending.” He spoke, face contorted deep in thought. 

A laugh bubbled out of your chest, “What? Hate is a strong word.” 

“For two people to have a connection that strong, that fast. It’s ridiculous to let that go right?” He scoffed, “I mean it’s f-fate, right? Something like that has to be. She could’ve given him a phone number. Something.”  

“This movie really changed your perspective, huh?” You smiled, recalling how hesitant he was in the beginning. 

“Something like that.” He looked at you, really looked at you. In a way, you weren’t sure you’d ever been looked at before. Like he really saw you, for who you were. Like he wanted to know you, to peel back every layer and memorise you. Like he was bottling this memory up to watch on rewind later.

He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. You kept your eyes on him, realizing just then that you were hanging on his every word. The thought was terrifying in its clarity. You were falling in love with a stranger, someone who had only existed in your life for a single, fragile stretch of time.

“I feel like we could have a better ending than that.” He decided on, smiling down at you. 

You made a noise of agreement, lifting your head off his chest. Already missing the warmth he provided. 

“What’s our ending look like to you?” You asked. He looked down at you, your lips barely inches apart. His warm breath hits yours, anticipation brewing in your stomach. 

“There is no ending,” He spoke softly, “Not to sound like a sap, but love doesn’t end. It goes on forever.”

“Hmm. You do sound like a sap.” 

“Do you not believe?” He asked, “In love, I mean.” 

“No, I do.” You smiled, both of your lips gravitating towards each other. “I just didn’t know you were such a romantic.” 

“Have I not been romancing you?” He teased, his hand coming up to rest gently on your hip. A respectable placement, one to keep close. To steady himself. 

You shook your head, “Consider me romanced.” 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his brown eyes darkened. All you could do was nod, meeting him halfway. When your lips met halfway, the rest of the world faded out of view. Gone was the noisy airport traffic; all you could feel was him. His soft lips are moving eagerly against yours.

Sparks flew beneath your skin, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. You were both lost in the kiss. In the feeling of each other, his hand pulled you closer. Your body was nearly toppling on top of his before you both stopped. 

It was as if, simultaneously, you both remembered where you were, breaking out of your own orbit. 

Your surroundings came crashing back down. His face was flushed, lips glossy from your own. You were winded, staring at him with a wild look in your eyes. 

“You’re beautiful.” He gave you one last peck on the lips before letting you pull yourself up. Sitting back upright. 

“You’re beautiful.” You returned because he was. Every inch of his face looked as though he had been hand-carved by the gods themselves. 

He made a pathetic noise, covering it up with a loud cough. Only making you laugh. “No one’s ever called me that before.” 

“Then I need to find all of your ex-girlfriends and give them a piece of my mind,” You hummed, letting your hand cup his cheek. Your thumb rubbing small circles into the skin. “Because you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I mean it.” 

“You sweet-talking me for more kisses, huh?” He asked, leaning forward. 

“I don’t think I have to.” You teased, pressing your lips together once again. He felt like a drug; the moment you got a taste, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to let it go. You were addicted, drowning in him. 

This one was different, more intense. His mouth explored yours, your mouth parting for him with little to no effort. Letting his tongue pry out pathetic whimpers from your mouth. Hands gripping each other messily, your hands in his hair. His hands on your face, your hips. He pulled away, pressing wet kisses down your neck. Sucking gently on the flesh between your ear and neck. 

“We might get kicked out of this airport if we keep going.” He whispered, your lips parted in a broken gasp. “As much as I’d like to continue, I don’t intend on being on a do-not-fly list.” 

You gave him a breathy laugh, slapping his chest playfully. “Maybe we should have gotten a hotel.” 

The words made him pause, his brows dipping slightly while you readjusted in your spot. 

“I want you to know that I didn’t ask you on this impromptu date just for that.” He started, “I really like you. I just wanted to get to know you; it wasn’t some grand scheme to get laid.” 

“I know,” You smiled, “I do think it would be a bonus though.” 

“Well, yeah, obviously.” He scoffed, grabbing your hand in his. “I just didn’t want you to think I was using you.” 

“I didn’t think that, Steve.” You assured him, lacing your fingers through his. Bringing it up to press a small kiss to his palm. “You know I’m not using you either, right? I do really like you. Probably more than I should for having just met you.” 

“I mean, it would be an honor for you to use me,” He smirked, “But I feel the same way. Like, I’ll wake up, and this was all some weird dream. These kinds of things don’t happen to me. Only in movies.” 

He nodded his head to the now darkened laptop screen. 

“I find that hard to believe. I bet you sweep all the ladies off their feet.” You laughed, trying not to think about just how many. You had no right to be upset, but your chest ached at the thought of him doing this same thing to other women. 

He just shook his head, “I’m actually terrible with women for the most part. Between my last few girlfriends, I’ve just been awful at it.” 

“I don’t see how.” You admitted, “I mean, look at us. We’ve already had at least three dates in one. We’ve spent five or more hours together. We just had our first kiss. We’ll be married by midnight at this rate.” 

“I don’t know. Just seems like I’m never good enough, you know? I mean, both my ex-girlfriends married the person they left me for. Just kinda seems like I’m bad luck, you know?” 

Your heart ached for him, squeezing his hand tighter from where it sat in yours. “Well, I disagree. I also think they’re fools for not realizing what was right in front of them when they had it.”

“I just think we won’t be together long enough for you to realize it, or you’d be running for the hills.” He tried to laugh it off, but you could hear the ache in his voice. 

“How presumptuous of you,” You settled on, “You deserve love. Anyone who can’t handle you just wasn’t worthy of you. That has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.” 

“Maybe my parents messed me up more than I’d admit.” He sighed, “They were super absent. Not in love, I don’t think they ever were. I was just a byproduct of a young mistake. So by the time I got my first girlfriend, I just kept screwing it up. Typical young cliche mommy and daddy issues.” 

“I mean, I don’t disagree.” You smiled, “But give yourself a break. The whole time I’ve known you, albeit not very long, you’ve been way too hard on yourself. Any girl would be lucky to love you, to be loved by you.”

Your words felt heavy on his chest. “And you. How are you not already taken? I would’ve thought someone would’ve been wise enough to put a ring on your finger already.” 

You laughed, a real one. Ugly and nasally. “Oh my god, no.”

“Oh, so commitment issues then?” He cocked an eyebrow at you. 

“Maybe, I dunno.” You laughed, “Just haven’t found anyone I click with long term. I don’t know if you knew this, but most men suck. Like astronomically bad. You’re like the first man in years that’s blindly paid for a first date. Last date I had he sent me a Venmo request while I was still in the parking lot.” 

“Want me to kill that guy for you?” He deadpanned, making you laugh even harder. He would be fine if that was the last thing he ever heard in this world. 

“By all means, my night and shining armour.” 

“You deserve more than just a free meal. You deserve,” He sighed, “Romance. Like true romance. Candlelit dinners, roses, the whole red carpet.” 

“Oh, so you don’t take your dates to the airport and spend hundreds of dollars on shitty snacks with them?” 

“Not typically, no, you’re just extra special.” He grinned. 

“Thank god for that.” You smiled, leaning into his space once again. Letting your faces hover over each other. Both of you just drinking each other in. “But just so you know, I don’t need all that fancy stuff. All I need is good company. And I think I got the best.” 

“Yeah?” His eyes lit up, flickering between your eyes and lips. 

“Yeah.” You breathed out, pressing another lingering kiss to his lips. This one is heavier, full of words unsaid. Full of the tension that had been coiled tightly between you two. 

“Well,” He let out a breath, “Enough of that. What’s next on our movie list?” 

“Let’s watch a Christmas movie and then dinner? Options are slim, but I can wine and dine you later.” You winked at him, finally getting the smile back on his face. “And you’re letting me pay.” 

“Yeah, sure.” He said, very uncovningly. “But a Christmas movie? Not feeling very in the spirit?” 

“I’m missing all my Christmas Eve festivities. The least you can do is entertain me with some Christmas joy.” You laughed, watching him pull your laptop into his lap. 

“I got it,” He snapped his fingers after some scrolling. “Die hard.” 

You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed. “I said a Christmas movie.” 

“I can’t believe you don’t consider Die Hard a Christmas movie.” He scoffed, your shoulders brushing against each other, purposeful now. Leaning into each other for warmth. No hesitation in your actions. Your bodies now clinging to each other, physically mourning each moment you were apart.

“I can acknowledge it takes place during Christmas,” You argued, “But it’s just an action movie that so happens to be around the Holidays.” 

“Didn’t know you were such a bah humbug.” He joked, pressing play anyway. “After this, you’re gonna change your mind. I promise.” 

You both weren’t a few minutes into the movie before a shrill scream ripped your eyes away from the screen. Looking for the source of the noise. It was a few rows away, an elderly lady, barely holding her husband up as he clasped his hand over his chest. Falling to the floor as each second passed. 

Neither you nor Steve wasted a second; both of you yanking the shared earbuds out of your ears, rushing over to the couple. Steve was on his knees, fingers pressing against the man's neck to check for a pulse. 

“No pulse.” He said, his eyes wide. Your healthcare training kicked in, ready to drop to your knees and give CPR before you realized Steve had already started. His hands were perfectly positioned, giving chest compressions. 

“Oh my god.” The wife wailed, almost dropping to her knees. You steadied her, pulling her into your arms. 

“M’am don’t worry, EMS is coming, okay.” You spoke, watching people gather around. Airport employees have already made the call. 

“What’s his name?” You asked her, keeping her eyes on you. 

“Adam.” She cried out, clutching onto your sweater. 

“Come on, Adam,” Steve grunted, his hair falling onto his forehead.

You sat the wife down in a nearby chair, “It’s gonna be okay, EMS is on the way.” You assured her, a small crowd was gathering. You could see airport staff running over, calling in the incident. 

“Steve.” You spoke, and he looked up at you. His arms not stopping compressions. “They’re on their way.” 

All he could do was nod while you let his wife sob into your shoulder. When EMS came over, it was a blur, a short switch of Steve hopping off the man, and the paramedic taking over. 

His wife, Cindy, you learned, wouldn’t leave your side. You walked with her to the ambulance when they got him on the gurney. You even helped her shaky hands to call her son, helping explain what happened when she couldn’t calm down. You gave her son your number, telling him to call if they needed anything tonight. He thanked you endlessly. When Cindy was taken to the Hospital, following the ambulance, you got the chance to take a breath. 

The cool night air prickles your sweaty skin. Steve was the same, having shed his hoodie after the paramedics came. The two of you worked seamlessly beside each other, not able to talk until now. 

“So that was crazy.” He breathed out, a dry laugh escaping his throat. “Like holy shit.” 

“Dude.” You sighed, rubbing your face. “I’m like shaking.” 

“You okay?” He asked, wrapping his hands around your waist. You nodded, “Adrenaline, I think.” Your hands were draped around his neck.

“Hell of a drug.” His body was shaking much like yours was, your bodies pressed against each other. 

“How do you know CPR?” You asked. “I was a medical assistant in undergrad. Most people rarely do CPR correctly.” 

“Lifeguard for four years, and swim team.” He smirked. 

“Oh, of course,” You shook your head, “Bet you were prom king too.” 

His silence was all you needed for an answer, smirking at his bashful face. “Yeah, you little heartbreaker.”

You took a minute to admire him in his short sleeves, his muscles flexing from where they were wrapped around you. “Swim team. No wonder you’re jacked.” 

“M’ not jacked.” He huffed, “I barely work out anymore.” 

“See. You need to let people compliment you. You’re so hard on yourself.” You huffed alongside him, making him roll his eyes. “I’m thinking about your biceps wrapped around my neck, and you’re here huffing and puffing that you’re not a bodybuilder.” 

His eyes widened, “I’m sorry, what?” 

“Hmmm?” 

“That thing you just said. Bout my biceps?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Yeah, sure you don’t.” His mouth went dry, his eyes stuck on your faux innocent smile. You looked up at him from your lashes. Your hands are messing with the hair on the back of his neck. 

“I’m just saying. You’re hot. S’also not the best time to admit you looked really hot saving that guy's life.” 

He could feel his body reacting before he could process it, the bulge in his sweatpants twitching against your thighs. 

“S’just the adrenaline. I’m sorry.” He mumbled shyly, all confidence out the window. 

You simply smiled, refusing to let him pull away. Holding him close to you outside the airport emergency exit. 

“I’m about to suggest something insane, and you’re free to say no. I don’t want you to feel weird about it.” You spoke before your mind could stop you. Your fingers toying nervously with his hair.

“What?” He asked, peering at you.

“In the international departures terminal, there’s a family bathroom. Passed it on my way in. It’s in the back corner, and international flights have been halted. And it’s nearly midnight…”

You let the words linger in the air, bracing yourself for his reaction. It took him a minute before he spoke, his face contorted in thought. 

“O-oh. You’re suggesting…” he trailed off. 

Fear took over you, your body going still. “God, I’m sorry. I never should have said anything.” 

“I didn’t say that.” He cut you off, “It’s not something you’d regret, right?” His eyes were soft, kind. Making sure you didn’t feel pressured. You shook your head, biting down on your bottom lip. 

“Not at all. I really, really want to.” You admitted, letting it sit in the air between you. 

He pulled you close, gnashing your lips together messily. Only long enough for you to part your mouth before he let you go, “Meet you there in 10?” 

“Y-yeah.” You stuttered, watching him turn around. Holding your hand until you made it back inside. He went to check on your bags, and you headed straight to the bathroom. You crossed your fingers, silently celebrating that the end of the hall was dead.

The bathroom was huge, with a toilet and a sink, two plush chairs, and a changing table counter in the corner. 

A knock on the door took you out of your thoughts, making you jump. You cracked it open to reveal Steve, who slid in easily. You felt like a teenager, all giddy to be breaking the rules. Steve Harrington made your heart race in a way you didn’t know it could. 

“Do you think it’s ethical to fuck on a changing counter?” You giggled, pointing to the counter on the back wall. It seemed to be the perfect height. 

Steve shrugged, reaching down to pick you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct, his lips attaching themselves to your neck. 

“Don’t care.” He grumbled, walking you backwards onto said counter. Setting you down gently, he stood between your legs. Your clothed hips brushing against each other. 

“I mean, it’s perfect.” You moaned, hands gripping the collar of his shirt while he sucked a noticeable bruise into the side of your neck. He felt like a teenager in heat, having the primal urge to mark you up. To mark you as his. 

“I didn’t know you were so obsessed with counter heights.” He teased, his hand crawling underneath your sweater. Cupping your tits through your bra. 

“M’not.” You sighed, “I think I’m just obsessed with you.” 

Your words only made his cock throb harder, helping you pull your shirt off. You leaned forward, letting him unclasp your bra, your hardened nipples perky in the chill air. 

“Fuck.” He groaned, both of his hands coming up to cup your chest. Thumbs immediately tweak the buds, causing your eyes to flutter shut. “You’re so sexy.” 

“Shirt off.” You grumbled, pulling his own shirt off his head. You were face-to-face with his toned, hairy chest, basically salivating at the sight. You ran your hand through it, trailing down his abs all the way to his happy trail. Letting your fingers slip into his waistband. 

Not before he could stop you, “Going too fast. Let me make you feel good.” He cooed. 

“Do we have time?” You asked, helping him slip your leggings down. 

He scoffed, “I’m sure. Unless we’re really unlucky, but you’re at least gonna cum before we leave this room.” 

“You’re unreal.” You giggled, letting him pepper kisses on your chest. He takes each swollen bud into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. “Fucking perfect tits.” 

“Oh, you have a dirty mouth.” You moaned, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable as he made his way down your torso. Leaving wet kisses and small bites on your flesh. 

“Oh yeah,” He groaned, “M’gonna show you just how dirty this mouth can get.” 

His fingers pulled your underwear down easily, falling to join your leggings on the floor.

“Been wanting to do this since you walked over, talking to yourself like a madwoman.” He groaned, his knees hitting the tile. 

“You’re insane.” You sighed, watching him. 

“No, we’re insane.” He grinned up at you, his face diving in between your legs. If he wasn’t holding your legs open, you were sure to slide off. The moment his warm tongue flattened itself over your clit you were convinced you had died and gone to heaven. His tongue swirled around your clit expertly, sucking and eating you out like a man starved. 

“Holy fucking shit.” You moaned, covering your mouth with your hand. If you had told yourself just a few hours ago you’d be getting eaten out by the hottest man you’ve ever seen in the airport bathroom, you wouldn’t have believed it. 

Now you were writhing out broken moans of his name, ready to cum all over his face. “Steve..” You breathed out, your hand combing through his perfect hair. Tugging at the roots. This only spurred him on, his nose nudging your clit with each thrust of his tongue. “You like that, huh? Dirty boy.” You sighed, only to be caught off guard by your orgasm approaching, “I’m gonna-” 

He never even came up for air, content to let you smother him while you came. Your legs were shaking as he licks you through it, only stopping when you beg. Pulling his head up to you by his hair. Gnashing your lips together. The taste of your release on his tongue had you moaning, hands fumbling to pull his pants down. 

Neither of you could wait any longer; the bulge in his boxers definitely couldn’t. You heard a slap when he pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping against that happy trail you’d definitely dream about. 

“Holy fuck.” 

“Oh fuck, I don’t have a condom.” He panicked, assuming that's what you were freaked out about. 

“I don’t care. I have an implant. Where have you been hiding that?” You pointed to his cock, which sat heavy between his legs. His tip was red and leaking with precum. If circumstances were different, you'd beg to wrap your mouth around him, feel him hot and heavy in your mouth. 

“Oh.” He blushed, wrapping a hand around his thick length. “Like what you see?” 

His confidence was coming back each moment you stared at him, your legs wrapping around his hips. “As much as I’d love to wrap my bicep around your neck and fuck the shit out of you,” He hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’d much rather watch your gorgeous face when you cum around my cock.” 

His words made you dizzy, melting into his touch. “Next time.” You mumbled, he nodded. Neither of you even registered whether there was going to be a next time. Too focused on the task at hand. 

“Need it inside of me, now.” You begged, watching him line himself up. Smacking himself on your swollen clit a few times, before pushing his tip inside your entrance. The stretch made you coo, grabbing his shoulders. 

“G-god, you’re so tight.” He whimpered, slowly pushing himself in. Inch by inch. 

“You’re just fucking huge.” You gasped, biting into his freckled shoulder. “Feel s’good.” 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head by the time his hips met yours, his cock piercing your womb. He gave you a second to adjust before he rolled his hips, dragging his cock out slowly before pushing back in. Taking your breath away each time. Not only could he eat pussy the way he did, but he fucked like a god. You were almost annoyed with how perfect he was if he wasn’t currently making your toes curl. 

“Can’t believe how good y’pussy feels.” He slurred, switching between kissing you hungrily and panting filthy words into your neck. His hips pounding into you loudly, skin slapping against skin, echoed throughout the room.

He was all over you, all you could taste, see, smell was him. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was fast, hot, and even messy. At one point, he leaned down, biting harshly at your bouncing tits. Making you squeal. 

“Steve.. Fuck.” You let out a guttural moan, no longer worried about being heard. You couldn’t be worried about anything other than the way his cock felt inside you. 

“You gonna cum?” He asked, steadying his feet. He bent your legs, spreading them open wide. Giving him the perfect view of your blissed out face, and his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt. 

“Keep fucking me like that.” You begged, falling back into the wall as both of his hands held your legs. 

“Wouldn’t dream of stopping.” He winked, making you laugh before it turned into a choked moan. 

“Close.” You spoke through gritted teeth, watching him lean down, spitting onto your cunt. Never once stopping his movements. 

“Touch yourself, baby.” He ordered, his voice hoarse. He was just as close. You obliged, his hands too busy keeping you in the position that had him rubbing against the spot inside of you that was ready to burst. The moment your fingertips found your swollen clit, you were gone. Each messy swirl of your fingers had you falling apart, barely able to choke out anything other than his name. 

“Can feel you,” He huffed, shaking his hair out of his face, “You gonna cum? Need to feel you cum, baby. You look so fucking sexy. Wanna make you cum every fucking day.”  

“God, yes.” You let go, your legs thrashing against his hold as you came around him. A choked moan leaves his lips as your cunt suckles him in deep, squeezing around him, soaking him completely. 

“There you go.” He nearly sobbed, folding your legs deeper. His hips stutter with each sloppy drag of him. “Gonna cum.” He spoke as a warning, your jaw lax watching him. His brown eyes were glossy, his skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat. 

“Inside.” You whined, and he immediately obliged. Emptying his cum deep inside of you, muttering your name over and over like a holy vow. You were the only god he could believe in, ready to crawl on his knees through hot ash to see your blissed-out eyes look at him every day the way they were right now. 

He slipped himself out of you, helping you sit up straight, sure your body was cramping from the weird position you were in. You didn’t care, your body tingling all over. 

“You okay?” He mumbled against your temple, holding your sweaty body against his. All you could do was nod, a short burst of giggles leaving your mouth. You could feel his cum sliding down your legs.

“Where’d you learn to fuck like that?” You asked rhetorically, making his chest rumble with laughter. 

“Let me clean you up.” He departed with a gentle kiss, walking to the sink to wet some paper towels for you.

You watched him as he walked. Smirking softly at his bare ass. Your release pooled around the base of his cock, wetting the tuff of hair there. It took everything in you not to drop to your knees, sucking him clean. 

He came back and cleaned you up as best he could, given the circumstances. He helped you dress on shaky legs, which he loved poking fun at. But mostly, he was just proud he was the cause of them. 

“So…” You started, making him smirk at you. “Dinner? I’m fucking starving.” 

“God, yes.” He laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you walked out. The terminal was still dead empty, the loud sound of the baggage claim drowning out any noises that could have slipped out of the bathroom. 

You two ended up in the booth of a random quick stop location, splitting a box of greasy pizza and sipping on cheap beer. You were across from each other, your feet resting on his lap across the table. 

“So, what are your Christmas plans? You already moved in?” He asked, picking a piece of pepperoni off his slice and popping it into his mouth. 

“Yes, and no. My sister is at my apartment now, she drove my car and cat up there.” You admitted, “I had a work thing and couldn’t, so she offered. I paid for her flight home in exchange. Movers did the rest. So we’re gonna probably get drunk and go to the Christmas market. What about you?” 

“Not gonna let you mention a cat and not show me a picture,” He pointed, “But Robin and her girlfriend planned this huge dinner. A lot of our friends are coming into town to do the same. Maybe we’ll cross paths at the market.” 

Your head swam at the idea of meeting his friends, already picturing the two of you holding hands and walking through the booths. You didn’t know what was going to happen after this, and you didn’t want to know. Not now, you didn’t wanna spoil the moment. 

“This is my cat, her name is Chai.” You showed him the photo of the black and orange calico. She was lying against your chest in the photo. He cooed. 

“Oh, little chai. I need to meet her.” 

“Are you trying to father my daughter already?” You teased, and he threw his hands up. 

“Guilty.” He laughed, “I’m the father that stepped up.” His weak joke only made you laugh harder; surely your cheeks were going to be sore by tomorrow with all the laughter. 

Sleeping arrangements were what you were dreading the most; half the hotels were overpriced or already booked by the time you looked. So it seemed useless; the two of you had already committed to this sleepover. This was how you two ended up bundled underneath airport blankets and pillows on the floor, your head curled into his chest. 

He watched your eyes flutter closed, your breathing mellow into a gentle rhythm. All he could think about was how utterly fucked he was. He’d never felt this way about a girl before, especially not so soon. He stayed awake for hours, dreading the inevitable sunrise that would tear them apart. In the meantime, he listened to your breathing, letting it lull him to sleep. 

He woke first, your head still in the exact spot it was when you went to bed. Your mouth was parted, toeing the line between sleeping and being awake. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” All he got in response was a muffled groan. 

“Breakfast?” He yawned, smoothing down your bedhead. “There’s some overpriced breakfast bowl with my name on it.” 

“Want a smoothie.” You grumbled, not wanting to move from where you were tangled together. Kept warm by a thin airline blanket and his jean jacket wrapped around your shoulders. 

“I can get you one. Just gotta let me up.” He whispered, your head immediately shaking no. “Come on, sweet girl, I’ll be back in no time.” 

You reluctantly let him get up, leaving you to curl up into his hoodie when he left. It wasn’t long before he came back, food in tow. You sat up, the two of you eating in comfortable silence. 

“Have you ever thought about being a paramedic?” You asked, stealing one of his hashbrowns. He paid no mind, simply shrugging. 

“No, I mean to be honest, yesterday was the only time I’ve used it on someone that wasn’t near a pool.” 

“You were a natural. I mean, you didn’t hesitate at all. Just jumped right in. You were so kind to Cindy, too.” You paused before adding, “The adrenaline rush is always nice too.” 

“Knew you were gonna get nasty there.” He rolled his eyes, stealing a drink of your smoothie. To any onlooker, they’d probably think you had been dating for years. Not that just the day prior, you were complete strangers. 

As much as Steve brushed it off, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The idea of being the first responder, being able to help people in their time of need. It called to him in a way that he couldn’t quite name yet. For most of his life, he had never really known what he wanted, only what felt expected of him. 

He had moved forward without direction, choosing what was safe instead of what felt right. But now, for the first time, he was following his heart, and that decision pointed him toward Chicago. Toward you. It felt like the beginning of a new life, like pieces of himself were finally lining up after years of being scattered.

After breakfast, the two of you parted ways, only long enough to wash up and change. Meeting back up at the designated ‘fort’ you both began calling it. You both still had about eight hours before your flight took off, but the hours seemed to roll by. Faster than either of you wanted them to. All your worries about Christmas plans seemed to fly out of the window. 

“So, is this date technically still ongoing?” You asked, a bag in your hand. This made Steve smile, with a similar bag in his own. 

“Contractually, until our plane lands in Chicago, we are still on a date. So yes.” 

“Good,” You smiled, holding out the bag. “Merry Christmas.” 

He held out a similar bag, “Merry Christmas to you too, Y/n.” 

“Great minds think alike.” You both sat down on the row of chairs, each of you opening your gift shop bags. Steve opened his first, pulling out a plane-shaped keychain with the airport's name on it. 

“So you never forget the longest and best date of your life.” 

“As if I could anyway.” He beamed, holding the keychain close to his chest. “Thank you.” 

Your heart felt giddy, ripping into your own bag. Inside was a box containing a necklace; on the end of it was a dainty airplane pendant. You nearly burst into tears, holding the delicate jewelry in your hands. 

“Steve…” You whispered, “I can’t accept this, you’ve already spent so much-” 

“Shhhh.” He stopped you, placing a hand on your knee. “I want you to have a piece of me close to your heart.” 

You sniffled, pulling your hair to the side, “Help me put it on.” He moved behind you, placing the necklace gently around your neck, pressing a kiss to the skin after he clasped it. 

“I love it. It’s beautiful. So beautiful.” You said, wrapping your arms around him. Breathing him in deeply when he hugged you tight. The two of you stayed like that for a while before you pulled away. 

“We have about 3 hours left. What’s left on the agenda?” He asked, making you hum. 

“What if we got a drink at the bar, and people watched. It’s what I do on my own.” You shrugged. 

He clicked his mouth, grabbing your hand. “Sounds like a plan.” 

Four mixed drinks later and making up backstories for over a dozen people, the minutes were ticking by. You caught yourself memorizing the sound of his laugh, the way it startled out of him when you surprised him, the way he leaned closer without thinking. Your flight was finally back up on the call board, your leg bouncing anxiously. It only made sense that the two of you gravitated back towards your spot, both of you saying meek goodbyes to the corner you called home for the past 24 hours. 

“Well, we board in 30 minutes. Our rows are only a few apart. Immediately after we meet up?” He asked, running his hands through his hair nervously. Unwanting this day to ever end. 

“Of course.” You nodded, the two of you clinging to each other until the last possible moment. Steve tried to haggle with an older gentleman to switch seats with him, losing terribly. This only made you laugh, which only annoyed the man even more. Your hand kept reaching up to the necklace around your neck, rolling the small charm between your fingers, grounding yourself as panic and excitement tangled together.

As soon as the plane landed, embarrassingly, you and Steve were some of the first to stand. A blush creeping up both of your necks at getting caught, too eager to see each other again. You wondered if this was what people meant when they said love made you stupid. If this were the love that would have you running headfirst, not caring if it hurt. 

“How was the flight?” He sneaked up on you, grabbing your bag off the conveyor before you even had the chance to grab it. 

“Jesus.” You squealed, jumping into his arms. “Scared me.” 

“Missed you.” He admitted, holding you close. 

“I did too.” You frowned, unwilling to think about what would happen when the two of you went your separate ways. You had known him for a day, yet the thought of leaving already felt like a loss. “My sister called me a car, it’s already here.” 

You could see him deflate; you saw it in his eyes. You thought you’d have more time. 

“I’ll walk you out? Ride share is different from where Robin is picking me up.” You nodded, holding his free hand in yours. 

“I think I’d love Robin.” You admitted, the two of you pausing on the sidewalk. The snow-covered ground crunches beneath your feet. 

“I think she’d love you. You guys would gang up on me, I’d never get a break.” 

“Good.” You smiled, rubbing your thumb against his palm. 

“Yeah, I think it would be good.” He smiled, both of you stalling. 

“Okay. I’m gonna say something admittedly insane.” You huffed, deja vu hitting you at once, “I don’t think you have to know someone for years to really know them. Like, truly know them. Because you’ve seen me the past day in ways that no one ever has before. And all it took was a look. It scared me. Scared me to my core. It almost feels like we aren’t strangers, like we’ve always known each other.” 

“And this may sound even more insane, but I don’t think you need to have years with someone to love them either. Sometimes it just happens when we aren’t expecting it. Maybe when we don’t even want it to happen, because the future isn’t promised. But it happens anyway, because how could it not?” 

“Like, do you know how many things needed to align tonight for us to meet? And they all did. I know real life isn’t like the movies, but…” You breathed out, Steve’s face softening at your words. “What I mean to say is….” You huffed, chickening out at the last possible second, “Have a good Christmas?” 

He let out an awkward laugh at your words, both of you speechless. “I agree, life isn’t like the movies.” He started, “It’s so much better. It’s real, it’s tangible. I can’t explain just how much the past day has meant to me. To be heard, to feel…. wanted.” 

“And yeah, life is complicated and messy. But that’s part of being human. I’ve never felt as human as I have today. I feel like something in me shifted, like I’m stepping into my own life instead of watching it pass me by. You made me see things about myself today that I wouldn't have before. I’ve felt things today I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling.” He admitted, his cheeks going red from the cold,  “I want to see you again. I want you. God, it’s all I want.” 

You never believed in true love. Not the kind that arrived without warning and rewired your chest in a single day. Love, to you, had always been something that grew slowly, carefully, with time as proof. A slow-growing plant in the corner of a room, taking its time to bloom. Yet here you were, standing across from Steve, feeling something reckless bloom anyway in your chest. Something that felt a lot like love. Something that can be nurtured into something beautiful.

Steve leaped, a leap he should have taken long ago, too scared before, too unwilling to let something this fragile slip through his grasp. He refused to let you walk away like in the movies. He chose to put everything on the line, to reach for something fleeting and honest before it could disappear.

“Hey,” You stopped, grabbing him by the arm. So much has happened in the past few hours, it felt like days had passed since you first saw him huddled up in that corner. “When you’re back in Chicago. Find me. Wine and dine me like you didn’t get the chance to.” 

He paused, a smirk wide on his face. When you turned on your heel, ready to walk away, you were stopped. His hand tight over your hand. “This isn’t a romantic comedy.” 

“It was a romantic drama.” 

“This isn’t a romantic drama.” He corrected, his cheeks aching from how wide his smile was. “Now I would sulk through the streets of Chicago for years for you, but I’d rather not waste any time. So, can I please have your phone number?” 

“I was just waiting for you to ask.” You admitted, grabbing his phone and texting yourself. “Fall in love with the city, and maybe stay?” 

“I feel like I’m gonna fall in love with more than just the city.” He admitted, your brows softening in realization at his words. 

You pulled him in for one last kiss, putting all of your heart into it. “Don’t take too long to text me.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” He yelled, never once taking his eyes off of you until you were in your car, waving frantically as the driver took you into the heart of the city. 

The moment his feet landed on the sidewalk, he was clicking on Robin’s contact photo, so quickly his fingers were shaking. She answered on the first ring, a confused “Hello?” 

“I just landed.” He got out quickly, jogging back to the baggage claim. “You’ll never guess what happened.” 

“I’m literally in the pickup waiting for you,” She sighed, watching Vickie stifle a laugh, “Can this not wait five minutes?” 

“No,” He breathed out, “I’m moving to Chicago. After New Year's, I’m gonna enroll in EMT courses, I think? Of course, I need to do some research, and I might have to crash in your spare room for a few months. I also think I found the love of my life?”

Robin’s eyes widened, staring at the phone in disbelief, “What the hell happened during that layover?”

[ifawnn]

ok, get this... dex eating out reader who starts crying bc she's never been treated right/felt so good. i know his praise kink would eat that upppp and would consider that specific moment making love and not just having sex I NEED THAT!

thank you for the rq! sorry that this one is a bit short but i seriously enjoyed writing this one.

tags/warnings: f!reader, cunnilingus, petnames, praise kink, dex loves to love you

you felt so good that you didn’t even feel the moisture slide down your cheek, staining the bedsheets below you. but dex did. he noticed everything, any slight movement from you and he would aim his eyes at you, tilting his pretty face and asking what was wrong.

"are you okay, am i hurting you?" he knew full well he wasn't hurting you, but being the person that he is, he wanted to hear the praises fall from your mouth into his ear. you shook your head, making him gently take your hands in his while remaining between your shaking legs.

“words, sweetheart.” he cooed as he dived back into your weeping cunt, earning a mewl from you. he wanted you to go on in detail. he wanted it all. but most importantly, he never wanted to demand it. he wanted to earn it.

“j—just sso - hah — good, dex, never felt this good in my life,” you babbled helplessly to him as he lapped and sucked at your puffy clit, thumb rubbing the skin of your shaking hand. “no onee- no one has ever, ever made me feel so fucking good dex— aah— dont stop please,” this makes him moan into your pussy, vibrating into you like electricity. he’s focused on driving more praise from you, but again never demanding it. sex was so different with you, it was actually intimate.

“love youu dex, fuck, so much, so good” you’re sobbing in pleasure, unable to think. but you notice how gentle he’s being with you. he was handling you so gently and that drove you much closer to your orgasm.

“you can let go, doll, can always let go with me. fuck, sweet girl, love you so much” he loves to love you, even if it meant he was left to take care of himself (he knows you wouldn’t do that to him though). he loves his girl so much that it makes his sadistic urges subside in times like this.

[djopuppy]

white lines, pretty baby, tattoos

pairing - travis “teacake” meacham x fem!reader wc- 4k

summary - travis “teacake” has been your dealer for awhile now, you’ve tried dropping hints for months but he never picks up on them. tonight you finally invite him inside to share.

c/w - smut! 18+, dealer!teacake, drug usage, unprotected sex, oral sex, tit sucking, teacakes tip is pierced, porn w small plot

you’d been buying from teacake meacham for a few months now. every-time it was the same routine, it always started with a text to meet in some random discreet location. he’d pull up in his old burgandy sedan, the window already half-way down while some self help podcast played quietly on the speakers. teacake talked at a mile a minute the second you approached his car. he was always awkwardly chatty, the second you approached he would immediately launch into some random conversation like he couldn’t stand the silence that could potentially come. his yapping left you slightly bewildered and confused.

teacake was undeniably cute though. you’d been subtly flirting with him since he started selling to you, but he never seemed to pick up on it. you’d let your fingers linger on his, smile a little flirtier than necessary, tease him, and compliment him. but he’d always brush it off with some deflection and then dive into the next subject of conversation. sometimes you even tried to mention going to get food together or just a coffee if you picked up in the morning, but he either had to get to work or just said he wasn’t hungry. you started to assume he just wasn’t into you, he was your dealer after all.

tonight was different though. your car was in the shop at the same time that you needed a restock, so you asked teacake if he could show up to your place instead. it was a risky ask, but you trusted him enough, you’d seen enough of him to know he was mostly harmless.

the short and simple “omw” text came in almost an hour ago, and now you’re waiting for him to show up. standing on the front porch of your small house in the middle of some shabby suburban neighborhood.

the second his car arrived and the door opened, he was already talking. “hey. nice place, way nicer than i pictured- not that i pictured it, but- you know” he ran a hand through his hair to push it back. teacakes hair was long, and parted down the middle. he had dark roots and yellow-blonde waved hair, and he was wearing some faded white t shirt and black pants. he smelt of some cheap musky cologne and the typical familiar hint of weed.

you smiled as he approached “thanks.. thanks for coming all the way out here by the way, i appreciate it.”

“totally. of course.” he stepped up on your porch and pulled out two familiar bags. one halfway full of a pearly white powder, and one full of marijuana. “here you go. it’s uh.. on me tonight. consider it a house-call discount”

he seemed more fidgety than normal. maybe because of the setting. coming to your house was different than meeting in a dark parking lot, something about it felt intimate as you two stood on your porch out in the cold kansas night.

“on you? are you sure?” it took you off guard, you definitely looked surprised but pleased. you already had to pay for your car to get fixed, so you surely weren’t gonna turn down the opportunity for a free restock.

“totally sure. i mean, it’s not a big deal or anything… just felt like it. you’re one of my best customers.” he laughed a little embarrassed “that sounded like i have a lot of customers, i don’t. well, i do-“

you cut him off before he could ramble any more “i appreciate it, really.” you stood in silence for a few awkward seconds before you decided to take a chance. “do you wanna.. come in? maybe you could do it with me?” you figured since he was giving it to you for free, sharing with him was the least you could do.

his big brown eyes widened, they were full of shock before his brain caught up and he nodded a little too eagerly “yeah. yeah, sure.”

you nodded back and turned towards your front door to open it, letting him inside, and watching as he glanced around at everything in your home.

“cool place. smells nice.” he cleared his throat and gestured around the small living area “so where do we uh…” teacake couldn’t seem to find the right words to describe what was about to happen.

you pointed towards the couch “there is fine.” he sat down near you, a few inches apart on the two-seater couch. you could tell he was nervous, you hadn’t considered that he probably didn’t partake with his customers often. his palms kept rubbing against the top of his pants, you assumed he was sweating.

you both started with the weed, doing rips off a bong that was already sitting on your coffee table, taking turns. teacake lit the bong, and pulled it for you each time. you’d told him that you knew how to do it, obviously, but he insisted. after a while he leaned back against the couch cushions, looking way more relaxed than when he arrived. you shifted closer to him and leaned your head against the couch cushion as your eyes traveled down his side profile. he got prettier the more you looked at him, or maybe the higher you got. it was getting harder to ignore your attraction for him.

“what’s this, mm?” you gestured towards the side of his neck where a tattoo went vertically under his ear. it said “howdy”.

teacake’s body stilled as he swallowed hard, shrugging a bit dismissively. “oh. that? got it a bit ago, thought it was the funniest thing in the world. still kinda do, i guess.” he turned his head slightly towards you, letting you look closer at his soft marked up skin.

your fingers moved to brush the hair from his ear, fingers gently lingering on the warm skin of his tattoo. “it is funny.” a soft laugh left your lips “i like it.” you started to trace the letters as he remained still, gaze fixed on some random place across the room. teacake had been hoping for the past few months that he hadn’t been dreaming, he’d noticed subtle things that you’d do but told himself you wouldn’t be interested. couldn’t be interested in someone like him. he wasn’t sure if he believed that anymore now that your fingers were on his skin, but he still seemed completely oblivious in your eyes.

your fingers moved to travel through the hair on the nape of his neck “you have nice hair, teacake.” his hair was soft, and thick, you could’ve run your fingers through it all night.

he let out a soft laugh, it sounded flustered. “it’s just hair, kinda fried too, probably. you have nice hair too though, real nice. super….”

he was rambling again, as he did so often. you found it endearing if you were being honest. he seemed incapable of processing the compliment as anything other than bizarre. he wasn’t pulling away from where your fingers were toying with his hair, but he surely wasn’t leaning in like you’d want him to either.

“so uh- the coke? you wanna…?” he gestured towards the small bag sitting on your coffee table and you nodded. teacake made two small neat lines of the pearly powder on the table as you leaned down with one nostril plugged to inhale the powder. teacake was holding his breath, watching you, and briefly reached out to hold your hair back while you snorted a line. the feeling of his large hand gathering your hair made you shudder more than the effects of the line did. teacake watched you the entire time, whispering “woah” to himself, as he watched the way your pupils enlarged.

an immediate rush started to buzz in your skull as you leaned back and his hand left your hair. teacake took his line much faster than you did, all nervous energy as he quickly sat back up and blinked rapidly, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. everything seemed to feel sharper between the two of you, space closing without either of you even realizing it. you turned slightly towards him and your knee brushed against his thigh, he seemed jittery, leg bouncing up and down.

you watched him for a long minute as he took another line, then a grin plastered onto his face.

“you have really nice eyes. all big and brown.” your brain felt fuzzy, but your vision was tunneled on him and the way his lips parted after every compliment. on the way his eyes widened and how his long lashes curled when he’d look up. on the way he’d run a hand through his hair and you’d catch how it’d flex the muscles in his bicep. his hands were so veiny, they looked rough and calloused. his sideburns were so prominent. his hair was so pretty. everything about him stuck out more to you now, and it was getting harder and harder to not launch yourself on top of him and taste his skin.

he let out a huff of laughter, leaning back, all relaxed and his body pliant. you were certain he didn’t even notice how hard you were staring. “yeah? they’re just.. brown. kinda muddy.” he tilted his head towards you. “yours are nicer.” you weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, but you were certain you watched him lean in.

the conversation kept flowing. lightly, and slightly awkward. teacake seemed to get chattier as he got higher, his eyes wide in some sort of nervous excitement that was making you feel dizzy just from watching him. it felt like hours went by. you were laughing at everything he was saying, maintaining eye contact, moving closer, angling your body towards him and even biting on your bottom lip occasionally as he looked at you. but nothing seemed to register to him. it was infuriating and sexy at the same time. he was so clueless.

after he leaned back from taking another rip from the bong, your hand traveled to his arm, lightly brushing the skin of his forearm. your fingers delicately traced the soft skin. he had a large blue inked snake tattoo there, you knew what it meant, so you didn’t ask. but your fingers continued tracing the skin, tracing the shape and pattern where the skin was still slightly raised.

a full body shudder seemed to go through him at the gentle feeling on what he considered one of the worst parts of him. he tilted his head to look over at you. the second he saw your face, it seemed like everything clicked for him. everything finally made sense to him.

he angled his body towards you and slide a hand over to carefully rest on your waist, it hovered in the air for a long second before he finally made contact with your skin. “is this.. okay? am i getting this?”

“yeah, you’re getting it now.” you said softly, but you couldn’t hide the anticipation flooding through you. you’d wanted him for so long, wanted him to make a move or do something for so long. his hand on your hip felt like a live wire, and your veins were humming in response.

“alright. good. that’s good.” teacakes voice dropped, becoming more confident. it was more than clear to him now that you wanted him, that he was wanted by you. he saw it in the way your cheeks were pink, the way you kept shifting your thighs, the way you swallowed nervously every-time he looked at you. he was surely gonna give you everything you’d need now that he knew. he was a people pleaser after all.

teacake was the kind of guy who would do anything anybody asked of him, which is probably why he had this job in the first place. this specific scenario though? this was something teacake would gladly do without argument, he’d please you in any way you asked of him.

he leaned in and you watched his eyelids flutter shut before his lips connected to yours. it started soft, like he still wasn’t sure if he should be kissing you, but you kissed back immediately. melting against him as your hands came up to press flat on his chest. he let out a small surprised gasp sound as you did, and immediately matched your energy. the hand that was on your hip moved to your back, pulling you into him until you were shifting to straddle his lap. teacakes hands went straight back to your torso, spanning so much skin. his hands were large, covering most of your stomach as he gripped onto skin.

your mouth moved downwards, kissing down his jawline and the skin of his neck until you found the hollow of his throat. sucking softly on the skin there, your tongue soothing over skin that teeth would graze. his neck was so pretty, you bit down gently but hard enough to leave a mark. teacake seemed to jolt in response to your teeth sinking into his neck, his fingers roaming up from your hips to span your ribs and shift to grab onto your breasts. he moaned at the feeling.

“yeah.. jus like that. more, please.” his head fell back on the cushions, the long line of his pale throat completely exposed. covered in goosebumps and saliva from your open mouthed kisses.

his long fingers slid under your shirt, one hand pressing against your bare skin and sliding over your stomach and gripping at your hip. his other hand was moving all over your thigh, tracing your bare skin as his fingers would lightly graze the edge of your cotton shorts.

teacakes mouth searched for yours again with a small grin on his face. your hands moved back up to tangle in his blonde hair, gripping at the roots and grinding yourself down on his lap. the second your hips rolled against his, he was yanking your shirt over your head. movements clumsy because of how urgent they were. “sorry.. im just..” he cut himself off with a shake of his head as he moaned when you dragged over his aching bulge.

he pulled his own shirt off, and your eyes were immediately glazed over in desire. he was pale, and lean with a soft tummy and the most beautiful chest hair you’d ever seen. it was thick, and traveled from the hollow of his throat down to his sternum, leading all the way down to a cock you were certain was going to split you open based on how thick it felt through his pants.

his lips immediately found yours again, his tongue diving deeper into your mouth and the taste of him made your head spin. this time his lips traveled, moving down your jaw and chest until his kiss swollen pink lips began to move over the skin falling out of your bra. teacakes fingers worked quickly, unfastening your bra and pushing it it down so his mouth could latch onto one of your peaked nipples.

you felt your back arch, soundlessly begging for more of his attention. his sucking became tighter and hungrier, cheeks hollowing out. he groaned as your body responded to him, hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you steady on his lap, using his grip to roll your hips, grinding you against his throbbing cock.

he pulled back from your tit, lips glistening and eyes glassy as he stuttered over his words “need to be inside you, that.. that okay?”

you shook your head, fighting back a pleased smile as you pushed his head back down to your body. you had all the time in the world, what was the rush?

his mouth went back to your tits, tongue and lips working over your skin as he’d alternate from soft licks to desperate sucks. teacakes hands were sliding down from your hips to grip at your ass. you could feel how wet you were, soaking through the thin fabric and probably onto his pants too. his fingers moved to hook into your waistband, sliding his hand into the front of your shorts and exploring the heat. fingers sliding all over your soaked and messy pussy, thumb pressing firm on your clit to make you jolt in his lap before he shifted his weight to lay you down on the couch below him. it took no time for your shorts and panties to be pulled down your legs.

he let out a groan as soon as he saw how wet you were, pussy coated and clenching around the cold air. the insides of your thighs were slick as you squirmed. he gripped onto your hips and pulled your legs over shoulders, lowering his head to dive into you. his tongue was flat at first, slow broad strokes gathering every ounce before his nose began to rub against your clit. his hands left your hips to go in between your thighs, thumbs spreading you wide for him while his tongue began to flick back and forth. he was a mess. groaning repeatedly, shifting his hips on the couch to rut against the cushions. his tongue moved upwards, tracing patterns on your clit before he was flattening it hard and pressing it against you. he wasn’t all that coordinated, but man, he was eager.

you felt your entire body tremble, aching for release, back arching off the couch to press harder on his face. your hands were tugging on his hair, holding him there until he could only breathe in the scent of you. “fu-fuck, …oh! right there…. mmmph” his mouth was much more effective when he was nose deep in your pussy, and not rambling about any thought he’d come up with.

the second two of his long fingers slid into you, you broke. you were moaning his name loud and breathy, squirming as your orgasm crashed over your body, leaving you boneless and breathless on the couch.

he came up for air, panting, and he looked gorgeous. face covered in your cum. his chin, lips and nose were glistening in your arousal. as soon as the last of your trembling subsided, teacake pulled his fingers out of you and sat up, quickly moving to pull his pants down.

the second his thick cock was out you were mesmerized. long, girthy and veiny- but what caught your eye was the kings crown piercing right on the red head of his cock. you’d never been with a man who had a piercing there, and the sight was making you drool. you could imagine it. imagine the cold metal rubbing against you, reaching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed yet.

he looked wrecked, eyes pleading and wide “c’mon baby, lemme fuck you. lemme wreck this pussy, baby… just tell me how you want it.. tell me what you want me to do” teacakes hips rocked forward slowly, letting the tip of his cock circle against your clit and tease your entrance. the piercing caught on your clit for a second, rubbing in a pleasure filled pain that made you gasp as your eyes widened. the second his tip slipped in to part you, the cold metal rubbed against your walls and you both let out long moans that went on forever, eyes rolling back into your head.

your hips arched up, begging for more. you didn’t care how he was fucking you. you’d have done any position, as long as it meant his cock was gonna be in your tight walls, pulsing inside of you. “don’t- don’t care how.. just want you s’bad… tea-“

“travis.” he corrected softly. “ i want you to say my name when im in you, okay?” his eyes were a little vulnerable, open in a way you hadn’t seen before as he pushed forward again. stretching you deliciously.

“mhmmm, travis. okay.” you nodded frantically, brain scrambled and unable to think properly as his thick dick continued breaching you. the stretch was intense, bordering on pain as his cock slowly began to fill you entirely. his eyes were squeezed shut, jaw tight and clenched as he breathed through his nose.

his cock was buried deep inside you when he began withdrawing tentatively, but following with deeper and more confident thrusts. he leaned down and captured your lips, moaning into your mouth as his tongue mimicked the filthy rhythm of his hips. he was frantic, slightly clumsy, but completely consumed. his thrusts were becoming long and deep, hitting every sensitive spot inside of you. your hands reached up to tangle in his hair before cradling his cheek as he kissed you. travis leaned into the touch like a man starved before panting against your palm and pressing open mouthed kisses to the damp salty skin.

“feeling you.. all wrapped around me like this… god, you feel perfect.” the sensation of his piercing was like nothing you’d ever felt before, the cold metal dragging against your walls and stimulating every inch of your insides. pussy clenching around him as you felt the friction of the bead catch on spongy spots inside of you.

“travis..harder…harder.. i can take it.” you were breathlessly begging, your lower stomach full of a pleasure that would snap at any moment. shudders continuously ran through your body.

“shit- okay, anything you want.” his cock slammed into you then, jolting your body forward on the couch. you felt lightheaded, brain completely blank as he reached spots of you that left you babbling incoherently. your hands were digging into his back, nails close to piercing through the skin as he went harder and harder to chase his release.

travis was sweating, forehead pressing against yours as you both panted into eachothers mouths before he turned his head to the side to moan loudly. your mouth moved instantly, tongue darting out to trail on the tattoo on the side of his neck, tasting the sweet salty sweat that had gathered. the taste of him caused your release to crash over you, you gasped against his neck, biting down onto his skin to muffle the desperate sounds leaving your lips.

you expected your orgasm to induce his own, but it only made him go harder. thick hands angling your hips to shift his position, gripping onto your breasts that were bouncing frantically underneath him. his body was trembling, muscles coiled together tightly, sweat dampening his chest hair as his tummy rolled slightly against yours with every long stroke of his cock.

you were so sensitive, moaning uncontrollably as you guided his lips back to yours in a messy clash. his body stilled completely as your tongue fucked into his mouth, and he pulled out instantly to paint your stomach with hot white stripes of his cum. panting heavily as his chest was rising and falling, cum still shooting out of his cock while his hand stroked himself firmly to milk his cock dry. he was gripping your skin tightly with his opposite hand, steadying himself. you were both silent for awhile afterwards, catching your breath, before he broke the silence, inevitably.

“so that was-“ gaining a nervous edge to his voice again.

you interrupted him before he could say anything stupid. “do you want to.. i don’t know..we could rinse off? together?”

a goofy grin took place on his lips immediately “yeah? yeah. that sounds..” he quickly tried to compose himself, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, even though he was just destroying your pussy in ways you knew you wouldn’t find with anyone else “i mean yeah, that’s cool.”

he stood up, still beautifully naked on unsteady feet and offered his hands to help you up. his eyes were still raking over you. fucked out, hair messy, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. he was mesmerized.

“god.. you’re just so- lead the way” you smiled and blushed a little, walking towards the bathroom in the hall.

you stepped into the shower and under the water first, watching him step in behind you. the water beaded down his body, his hair darkening as he pushed it back.

he was so beautiful. too beautiful for his own good. your eyes moved further down, watching how the water caught in his chest hair and dripped down into his happy trail. it made your mouth water all over again. his hands settled on your hips gently, thumbs stroking your skin as he leaned into kiss your flushed cheeks, murmuring against your skin “y’know this is a lot better than just.. leaving”

“i know.” a soft smile played on your lips as he continued kissing your cheeks and began to help wash the his cum off of your torso. “i might just have to invite you to come in again sometime”

teacake grinned a little, huffing out a quiet laugh against your cheek before he teased “might have to keep giving you a discount.”

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a/n: teacake is sooo lana del rey. listened to florida kilos n yayo the entire time i wrote this….

[fromv3nus]

read this as my morning newspaper

[mauvecherie-writes]

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 - 𝒄.𝒄

: ̗̀➛ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: cameron cade x best friend black!reader

: ̗̀➛ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: M 18+, NSFW

: ̗̀➛ 𝐖.𝐂: 2.03K

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: best friends who finally do the do.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: ROUGHLY EDITED, explicit sexual content, porn with no/minor plot, unprotected sex, rough sex: manhandling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, slight breeding kink [he has you in a mating press], slight toxic!cameron, slight aftercare, abrupt ending [i didn’t know how to end it gang 😭]

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: my official first tyriq[and characters project] I do have many more coming! I am trying to raise £200 to help with a short fall. I’ve had some shifts cancelled on me so I’m behind on bills! If any of you can donate I would appreciate it PayPal. 💕

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“Damn baby, why didn’t you tell me you had all this good pussy?”

Cameron mumbled against your bare leg that were currently hiked over his broad shoulder, his voice dripping with admiration a lot sweeter than the way he was fucking you.

The question was rhetorical but emphasised just how much he was enjoying being inside of you.

Goosebumps broke all over the surface of your flushed and damp skin, choking on a whiny moan as your cunt tightly squeezed and pulsated around him. The throbbing sent a shiver down the length of his spine and settled in his bones. A flurry of chopped sobs poured from your mouth as your climax began to climb. You were so close. And he could feel it all.

You would have tried to answer his question but in truth - you didn’t know how to.

The two of you met during freshman in college - sharing the same physiotherapy classes and the two of you instantly clicked. When he first approached you - you couldn’t believe that he’d even talk to you. When you first arrived on campus, his name was uttered in every corner. He was the person to know because of his projected career. You had wanted to keep away from him - you didn’t like attention being drawn to you at all but Cameron just had to be enrolled on your course.

Even worse, he came to sit next to you.

You stilled at just making eye contact with him. Low sitting blue eyes, dimples deep as he smiled, rosy lips begging for attention and from his seated position alone you could tell that he was tall. He made sure that you couldn’t ignore him and you hated that fell for his charm, hook, line and sinker.

The attraction was shared and the chemistry intensified with each interaction but nothing ever came off it.

Football. Girlfriends. Endorsements. A great rookie career - all of it got in the way.

So friendship is what you settled for and you were grateful just to be a part of his journey.

Unfortunately for you, he was relentless. The friendship status did not matter to him at all and Cameron steadily flirted with you like the devil of temptation resided in his flesh. Always hanging around, giving you his undivided attention when you were close. Treating you just on the edges of a girlfriend, yet always teasing the word ‘friend’ in front of you. You always let it wash over you because being close to him in any capacity was worth it.

That attraction however, could not be denied and could not be hidden. And he’d picked up on it and he played with it - he played with you. He enjoyed teasing you. Kissing you on the neck, hands on your lower waist as he moved past you, hugs that lingered. Girlfriends be damned - you were the apple of his eye even if you denied what you were to him.

So that was how you found yourself in his penthouse - on a supposed regular night in with your best friend on his days off. So how you ended up in your current predicament was unbeknownst to you.

A movie, typical gossip, a game of tease.

From there all it took was a kiss.

A soft brush of your lips when he leaned down above you, whispering teasingly against your lips, fingers underneath your chin before gripping your jaw so that you couldn’t shift your eye contact away from him. So that he could see all of that want dripping out of your eyes.

“Do it.” You dared him.

And it was no surprise that he listened.

You had been so determined not to fall into his orbit and now you were on your back, sweating out your hairstyle, tank top ripped and panties pulled to the side as he manhandled you in every way. Your pussy stretched out and creaming around the thickest dick you’ve ever had in your life as you moaned in bliss. Fuck, you loved every second of it.

Cameron’s thrusts were deliciously brutal, his hips snapped into yours as your legs hang over his shoulders. He fucked you like you were a bitch in heat and you sounded just like one. Your mouth dropped open as your cries and whines could not be contained, sounding real pretty for him.

He breathed heavily through his nose at the sight your cream coating the length of his dick. Cam wedged his hands underneath the arch at the base of your back and gripped tight. He used your body as leverage to fuck into you even deeper.

The heat of the bedroom was making you delirious as much as the way his fat mushroom tip was pushing against your softest spots. You were so loud and Cameron drank all of your sounds by shushing you with rough kisses.

The wet clapping emitting from where your bodies connected was getting so loud, Cameron had to look down. His loud moan barely registered through the fog clouding your senses.

“You’re sooo fucking wet baby. Gushing all that good shit all over me, fuuuccckkk.”

You were looking up at him, doe eyed, a soft crease pinching in-between your eyebrows with your teeth biting onto your bottom lip as you tried to control it. He was hitting all of your good spots and it was so intense, it sat like a weight on your chest.

Then, Cameron pushed your legs back so that your knees were touching your ears and he moved to hover directly above you. He used his upper body to contort you into the perfect position for him - ready for his taking and you were in awe with how it left you feeling. The weight of pleasure sinking into your bones, deeper and deeper.

“O-oooh!” You gasped as you pulled on the sheets underneath your fingertips.

His beautiful, blue eyes never left your face as he watched your pretty face surrender into the pleasure he was delivering. Your eyebrows drew together tighter, as if you were about to cry, your lips forming into an ‘o’ form as he slowed down his strokes, letting you enjoy the feel of him. Inch by inch.

Soft curves and hard muscles colliding into each other. Naked,skin on skin - still, felt like there was a barrier between the two of you. The thought slamming into you, nothing will ever be enough, you will always want more. Cameron groaned as he felt the pain of your nails breaking into the skin of his back as you unintentionally brought him closer.

You were begging for him without words and that caused him to smirk in satisfaction. Cameron couldn’t believe you had been keeping this type of connection away from him. The type of connection that quenched your thirst but left you famished for more.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the feel of your trembling fingers tracing his bottom lip, tugging it free from his teeth. He placed a tender kiss on the inside pad of your thumb before his eyes drew back to where your bodies connected. The sight of it caused all of his blood to soar down to his aching dick.

Slathered all over his base was milky white. It built up generously and it accumulated so much the flapping wetness caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He couldn’t believe you’d ever get this wet.

“Yeahhh mamas, I can’t believe she’s this wet for me …”

Cameron doesn’t take his eyes off your cunt as he slammed back in, the wetness drawing a delicious drag with drag. He threw his head back as a deep groan left him. The sound was so primal it sent nasty shivers down your spine and settled in your pelvis.

But you didn’t move your hand away from his pelvis as he was folding you even deeper. In fact, Cameron, lowered his upper body until he was completely folded over yours. His pelvis ground against your clit, his trimmed hair brushing your clit - hard.

Cameron was wild in his lust.

He sucked bruising kisses into your neck, his tongue trailed hotly up to your mouth to claim it in a deep kiss. It was all consuming, overwhelming. His long tongue flattened against yours in maddening swipes, sucking the muscle sloppily into his own mouth which made you lightheaded.

Blood rushed to your ears as he ground his hips up again, hammering away at that spot inside you but not enough to make you cross eyed and your hand pressed on his abdomen.

Cameron kept his eyes on as you gasped desperately. Your eyes closed as he nipped at your bottom lip which caused you to sigh softly. His tongue darted out and soothed the sting of your bite before whispering inside your mouth- eyes glazed, “Move that hand, baby.”

You didn’t move your hand but he did it for you. He grabbed your wrist and trapped it above your head as he drilled into you. Your mind was mush the more he thrusted into you so you didn’t even try to think straight. Cameron was so caught up in the moment - not just from the heat of your pussy but how tight and how creamy you were.

Letting out a string of swears, Cameron captured them by bringing your mouth into another overwhelming kiss. His cock aching whilst he swallowed your wails as you twitched and ached around him.

Until you couldn’t take it anymore. Cam gave another harsh yet hard roll of his hips into your swollen opening while he was battering at that tender spot inside of you and then … you were coming.

And fuck! You were coming, hard. Your nails clawed at Cam’s rigged muscles as a swarm of stars completely eclipsed your vision whilst your body went into shock with wave after wave of vicious pleasure.

Your wails were so loud, you struggled to recognise your voice. But Cameron had a clear view to the ecstasy flooding your face he pumped his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into your body. Filthy words of praise and encouragement directly in your ear, prolonging your orgasm.

“That’s it, babygirl … I love the way you’re cumming all over me…”

Tears spilled from your eyes and you were close to passing out when Cam dropped his head into your chest and took one of your swollen nipples into his mouth, his thrusts slowing down in tempo as he shot his cum deep inside of your heat with a muffled groan.

He filled you up to the brim and then popped out your nipple out of his mouth with a satisfied sigh.

The both of you were riddled with tiredness, thighs were killing you, and your body was trembling like a leaf but a grin had etched onto your lips regardless as Cameron placed calming kisses everywhere his lips could touch.

He slowly pulled out, warm yet concerned eyes checking over you for any sign of discomfort as you basked in the glow of the aftermath. Your eyes closed as you sank into the softness of the blankets beneath you. You left his kisses on your cheeks in the tender way that you’d grown accustomed to.

“You okay sweet girl? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, baby. I’m good.” You shook your head as you hummed in satisfaction. You felt him shift away from the bed, leaving you in your peaceful lonesome until you felt him wipe you down gently with a wet towel. You heard a thud as he tossed to rag onto on the floor when he was done.

You felt the bed dip beside you before Cameron slipped up behind you. Your hands reached behind you and brought him closer with a soft hum. You had crossed that line in your friendship and you couldn’t process what it meant for the future for the both of you. But you’d bask in whatever this moment meant for you.

Cameron nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “We’ll never just be friends after this.” He mumbled.

He was right about that. Nothing would ever be the same.

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[yourleogf]

OH. MY. GAAAAAAAWD 😩 THE FIRST LINE ALONE HAS ME SEEING STARS, I’M OVERLY SOAKED

[fromv3nus]

fuckkkkkkkkkkkk

[fromv3nus]

p is for pathetic

gator tillman x fem!reader

content warning: teasing, begging, msub/fdom, no description of reader whatsoever, unprotected sex (plz don’t), and slight degradation.

authors note: im tipsy rn and i can't stop fantasizing about a pathetic lovesick gator getting subby and whiney over my coochie. this is half proofread. so here’s this.

the sound of soft groans and kisses fill the dimly lit living room, an empty bottle of merlot long forgotten on the coffee table as i sit in gator’s lap. his camo pants settled at his ankles alongside his underwear. his pretty eyes widen and his bottom lip quiver as i slowly tease him through my folds, pulling me close and begging me to put it in. "please put it in" his breath would hitch. "your pussy is so good. i need it" his once perfectly gelled hair falling in front of his face, finally letting me watch that macho man facade fade away within seconds.

"i won't be mean, i won't slam a door ever again, i'll buy you anything you want gorgeous please" he rambles, mouth falling open with a whimper as his tip swipes over my clit. "fuck, 'need it so bad jesus christ." his voice cracks desperately, moaning at the sight of my cloudy arousal coating his base; lips raw, lashes stuck together with tears. his large hands pawing at my ass in attempt to lift me up himself, gasping as his tip slips into my entrance just for it to slide right out after i shift my hips. “ah- you’re killing me, sweetheart. i said please already.” he sighs, looking at me with big desperate eyes.

“aww is poor ol gatey getting pathetic over pussy?”

he nods.

“say it.”

his eyebrows pull together in confusion.

“my name is gator tillman and i get pathetic over pussy. say it.”

his heart skips a beat, eyes scanning over my face to see if i’m joking, he takes a deep breath before repeating after me.

“my names gator tillman and… i get pathetic over my woman’s pussy- oh fuck.“ his head falls onto my shoulder, groaning as i slip him in slowly. “just like that, taking me so deep. thank you. thank you.”

HA! got em. fuckin loser.

he gets some nunu and i get a man who humiliates himself for my pleasure. everybody’s happy!!! :)))))

[yourleogf]

drunk & nasty ❥ tyriq withers

PAIRING: tyriq withers x black!fem!reader

SUMMARY: inspired by this ask + this Twitter post + see images below + in which too many drinks at a Met Gala afterparty causes you and Tyriq to get a little raunchy in the backseat. 🩷

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“put it in…” you begged breathily into your heated and sloppy kiss with Tyriq, your hands scrambling to his pants, as Tyriq groaned desperately against your mouth and he hungrily deepened the kiss, his hands sliding up your back before abruptly dropping between the two of you to help you with removing his pants, “please, baby…”

you and Tyriq were never the type of people to get drunk in public, but when you’re at a Met Gala afterparty and having a great time, things tend to slip by unnoticed by the two of you — including the number of drinks you had and how strong they were.

the moment intoxication settled in, raw need immediately followed it, and both of you felt like caged animals in heat that needed release as soon as possible. it was like you were different people — people who felt a sudden urge to just fuck the night away without any precautions.

you were sober and poised enough to bid goodbye to the others the two of you had spoken to throughout the night, but as soon as you left the party and got in the backseat of your car, all of that instantly flew out of the window. you were on each other like white on rice, and it’d take at least an army to pull you away from him.

your outfit had been tossed away and his jacket followed suit, leaving you in your undergarments and him in his pants. your hands moved feverishly, wanting to touch every inch of skin humanly possible, and both of you worked eagerly to take off his pants until they had been stripped off and thrown on the floor.

“Ty…” you whimpered softly against his lips, your voice laced with pure need, as Tyriq huffed out a low rough hum against your mouth and gripped your hips, pulling you flush onto his lap and making your hips roll forward against his clothed erection.

“too many layers… want you naked.” in a flash, Tyriq unclipped your bra with one hand and pulled off your panties with the other as he threw them presumably into one of the front seats and flipped the two of you over, the kiss unintentionally breaking while he pressed your body into the leather seats and rested his own against yours.

before Tyriq could do the honors, your hands were quicker than his and shot to the waistband of his boxers as you pulled them down and watched him shift out of them before throwing them to the floor.

one of your hands moved to grab the nape of his neck and you pulled him down for another hungry kiss as he kissed you back with equal fervor, his large hands gripping your thighs and pulling your legs around his waist before he finally pushed his dick inside of you.

the two of you moaned in unison when he slipped inside and his fingers flexed against your thighs as his grip slightly tightened and he deepened the kiss, your arms locking around his neck and keeping his chest flush against yours while your tongues tangled together.

once he was buried to the hilt, Tyriq started thrusting into you with ravenously passionate strokes, the car slightly rocking while he fucked into you with desperate hungry and a need to please. you whimpered against his mouth and he whimpered back in response as his fingers sunk into your thighs and held them tighter, his heavy balls quickly slapping against your ass with each buck of his hips while your slick walls greedily swallowed every inch of him.

you broke the kiss for air, but neither of you moved your faces apart from each other, your noses brushing and nudging together with each thrust while his forehead pressed against yours.

“oh, f-fuuuuck— don’t stop! d-don’t stop, baby, please…” you whined urgently, your hands clinging to his back, as Tyriq moaned gutturally in response and rolled his hips against yours, a small furrow forming between his eyebrows while he angled his hips to aim deeper, “y-yes! oh, yes! right t-there! oh, my Go— r-right there, Ty!”

“right here? huh? you like it when i hit that spot right here?” Tyriq murmured roughly, the ghost of a smirk crossing his slightly rosy face, as he kept his hips angled to hit that spot and you squealed loudly, your head falling back against the seats while your grip on his back tightened, “there she is… uh-huh, there’s my beautiful girl. my most prized possession with the best pussy in the world.”

“T-Tyriq!—”

“oh, i know, baby. i know — i’m right where you need me to be. i’m right where this pussy needs me to be. promise i won’t stop ‘til you’ve had enough of me, bae.” Tyriq pressed soft kisses down your jaw until he reached your neck, and he glided his tongue across your melanated skin before latching onto a patch of it, gently nipping it while soothing the incoming hickey with his tongue.

your noises rose higher in pitch and louder in volume as your eyebrows furrowed deeply and your jaw went slack, your mouth hanging open while your eyes rolled back. sweat beaded at your hairline and your hair slowly but surely got messier than before as your nails raked down Tyriq’s back and left long red lines, coaxing a deep groan of pleasurable pain from him while he continue marking your neck.

“f-fuck! nnnnngh, fuck!” you whined, slurring over your words, as your legs locked tighter around his waist and the heels of your feet dug into his lower back, seemingly motivating him to keep fucking into you like a rabid animal, “ohhhh, shiiiit— b-baby, i’m ‘bout t-to—”

“cum on this dick, bae. wet this shit up f’me. let me feel you soak up these seats, beautiful, c’mon,” Tyriq’s words sent you over the edge quicker than you expected and a throaty sob of pleasure fell from your lips as your climax rocketed through you, your eyes squeezing shut while your legs trembled, “mhm, that’s it, sweet girl. keep cummin’ and gimme’ all that good shit. wanna feel this greedy pussy squeeze around me some more.”

whatever alcohol you and Tyriq had drank at the afterparty, you certainly didn’t need to drink it in public anymore.

[petalborn]

house call (pizza boy!steve harrington x sorority girl!reader)

summary: thursday night at the sorority house and you order a pizza— it happens to be delivered by none other than steve harrington. high school’s golden boy, all washed up and cocky but you’ve been waiting for this.

wc: 3k ish

cw: 18+, SMUT, alludes to feet stuff kinda but really he’s just repressed and easy, loser boy steve, sorority girl reader, sub steve, overstim a little bit.

steve harrington hated thursdays.

too many drunk kids with too little cash. too many delivery bags that reeked like melted cheese sticking to his jeans, his skin. too many fake “thanks, man” before the door slammed in his face.

but this was the last one of the night. the big white sorority house on the corner lot, porch light blazing like a spotlight, music faint through the windows. a couple girls laughing loud enough to carry down the street.

he sighed, slouched lower in the driver’s seat. he could already picture it: a gaggle of girls squealing over free breadsticks, calling him “pizza boy” like it was the funniest thing in the world. maybe someone would tip decent, but probably not.

he pulled the visor off and tossed it into the passenger seat, running a hand through his hair. the thing flattened it weird, made him look even more like the loser he already was, and no way was he walking up to a sorority house looking like that.

steve caught his reflection in the rearview mirror. shadows under his eyes, stubble coming in uneven. he stretched a grin across his face anyway, something cocky, something familiar. it looked tired on him now, but it was better than nothing.

grabbing the box, he jogged up the steps, shaking out his shoulders like he was about to walk into a party instead of a transaction.

he lifted his fist to knock, but the door was already opening.

and there you were.

not what he expected at all—no mob of girls, no squealing. just you, leaning against the frame, calm and smug, magazine tucked under one arm like you’d been interrupted. your eyes flicked down at him, then at the pizza, then back at him.

and fuck, you were smiling.

“uh, hey,” he cleared his throat, holding the box out like a shield. “large pepperoni? extra mushrooms?”

you cocked your head, lips twitching. “guess so.”

your eyes dropped lower, not to the pizza, but to the small, half-cracked name tag clipped crooked to his polo. he’d forgotten it was even there.

your voice softened, teasing like a knife sliding in. “wait.. you’re steve. like steve harrington? from hawkins high?”

his stomach dropped, but he kept the grin fixed, too slow to stop the way it faltered at the edges.

you looked up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence, like you weren’t already pulling the ground out from under him. “you don’t remember me, do you?”

he opened his mouth—closed it. rubbed the back of his neck. “uh… i—look, i went to school with a lot of people.”

“mmhm.” you took the box from his hands, brushing his fingers just enough to make him jolt. “i knew it would be you. it was always you.”

his throat went dry.

and the worst part?

you were right.

he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to pin down your face, your voice. the smug way you said his name made it worse—like you knew exactly how off balance he was.

“sorry, i—uh, i can’t quite place you,” he admitted, scratching behind his ear, a sheepish laugh puffing out of him. “we had… what, chem together? or history?”

you shook your head slowly, still smiling like you had all the cards. “it’s alright. i’ve changed a lot since then.” your eyes flicked over him, deliberate, slow. “but you… certainly haven’t.”

the look on his face twitched, stretched tighter. that one stung, and you wanted it to.

steve cleared his throat, redirecting fast. “so, uh—total’s $14.76.” he tapped the box lid like that settled it.

you sighed, patting the tiny front pockets of your denim shorts, the fabric straining around your hips. his eyes followed without meaning to, throat bobbing.

“damn,” you muttered, fingers coming up empty. “i forgot the cash.” you turned, tossing the words over your shoulder. “come in, i’ll grab it.”

and just like that, the door swung wider.

steve hesitated for a beat—every warning bell in his head going off—but the sway of your shorts as you disappeared deeper into the house drowned them all out.

he stepped inside.

the door clicked shut behind him, muffling the thrum of bass from upstairs. the front room was dim, quieter than he’d thought a sorority house would be on a thursday night. just two girls tangled up on the couch, giggling into each other’s shoulders, eyes flicking toward him as he walked past.

an unmistakable whisper followed him—hushed and sharp—but he couldn’t catch the words. heat crawled up the back of his neck anyway.

you didn’t wait, padding barefoot down the hall, and he trailed after you, pizza box balanced awkwardly against his chest like a shield.

the kitchen was bare, countertops scattered with half empty water bottles and a lone box of cereal. you tugged open a drawer, rifling around like you weren’t in any hurry.

“so,” you said over your shoulder, light and casual, “what’ve you been up to? after high school, i mean.”

he huffed a laugh, scratching the back of his neck again. “uh… you know. this and that. been, uh, busy.”

“busy delivering pizzas?” you teased, turning just enough to catch his flinch before he covered it with a smile.

you finally pulled a few bills free and pressed them into his hand—three crumpled fives. your fingers lingered a beat longer than necessary.

“keep the change,” you chirped, eyes bright. “so… what are you up to after your shift?”

he glanced at the cash, then back at you, sheepish. “this is my last delivery. so, uh… not sure.”

your grin widened, bubbling over. “oh! you could stay. hang out… catch up.”

the words landed like bait, and you knew he’d bite.

got it—his mouth saying “casual” while his body is screaming desperate. here’s the next beat:

“hang out, huh?” he leaned back a little, trying to look nonchalant, thumb hooking into his pocket. the smirk was there, practiced, easy.

but his other hand flexed uselessly against the pizza box, knuckles tight. his weight shifted forward like he was ready to follow you anywhere. his eyes flicked past you, quick, toward the hallway, like he was already imagining what “hang out” meant.

“yeah, i mean… i could stick around for a bit. no big deal.” his voice cracked on “deal,” just enough to betray him.

you caught it. you caught everything—the tension in his shoulders, the way he kept glancing at you, then away, then back again like he couldn’t stop himself.

you bumped your hip against the counter, tilting your head. “c’mon. my roomie’s out tonight. i was just gonna watch a movie.”

his mouth opened, closed. he dragged a hand through his hair, like he needed to reset the whole act.

“a movie sounds cool” he repeated, lips twitching.

but the way he swallowed hard, the way his chest rose quicker than before—yeah, his body told a different story.

you swung the fridge open, bent at the waist to dig through the bottom shelf until you emerged with two cold beers clutched in your hands.

“carry the pizza, would you?” you asked over your shoulder, breezy like you hadn’t just invited him to stay awhile.

“yeah, sure,” steve muttered, tucking the box under his arm. he followed you up the stairs, heartbeat loud in his ears, the sound of laughter and music from behind closed doors fading the higher you climbed.

your room door pushed open to reveal something warm and soft—string lights tacked along the wall, an unmade bed piled with pillows, a small tv balanced precariously on a dresser. you set the beers down on your bedside table , then hopped onto the mattress with a practiced little bounce, crossing your legs.

patting the space beside you, you grinned. “well? come sit.”

steve set the pizza on the nightstand and sank down onto the edge of the bed, trying to act casual, like this wasn’t the first girl’s room he’d been in for a long time that actually made his stomach twist with nerves.

but fuck—he couldn’t not look at you.

your shorts were small enough to make him sweat, denim straining around your thighs, the frayed hem brushing smooth skin. his gaze lingered too long at your ankles, bare and delicate, before tracing upward—the soft curve of your hips, the dip of your waist, the line of your stomach peeking when your top shifted.

then higher still: the swell of your chest, the slope of your shoulders, the column of your throat.

you leaned back on your palms, grinning at him like you knew exactly where his eyes had been.

steve licked his lips, dragged his gaze over to the tv.

he hoped to hell he wasn’t reading this entirely wrong.

you shifted suddenly, pushing up on your knees, the mattress dipping beneath you. steve froze as you crawled across the bed, close enough that the air changed, his chest tightening.

you leaned over him to reach the nightstand, cracking both bottles against the edge of the wood with an easy flick of your wrist. the hiss of carbonation filled the room.

you lifted one to your lips, tilting it back for a sip. his throat bobbed watching you, your mouth wrapped around the glass opening. then you scooted back toward him, pressing the very same bottle into his hand.

“here,” you said lightly, eyes sparkling.

his fingers brushed yours when he took it, lingering. he swallowed, suddenly aware of how warm the room felt.

“so, uh..what movie are we…?” his voice caught, cracking in the middle. he cleared his throat. “what movie are we watching?”

you smirked, settling back with your own beer. “heathers.”

he blinked. “heathers? i haven’t seen it.”

“one of my faves.” you sipped again, watching him over the rim. then, tipping your bottle toward his nike’s on his feet, you added, “take your shoes off, steve. come get comfy. i can’t eat this whole pizza by myself.”

your grin was playful, flirty—light on the surface, but weighted underneath.

and steve’s stomach flipped, because every word felt like an invitation.

his shoes ended up in a heap by the door, legs stretched out on the bed like he belonged there, though he didn’t feel like he did. you’d settled in beside him, not touching, but close enough that the heat of your body reached him.

and you smelled good. not perfume exactly—something softer, cleaner, something that curled right under his ribs.

he, on the other hand, was suddenly hyperaware of himself. the faint tang of grease and cheese clinging to his shirt, his skin, his hair. the hours of sweat from running deliveries. it made him sit a little stiffer, arms tucked in like that would somehow contain it.

you didn’t seem to mind.

a couple slices disappeared in silence, the tv flickering with bright color neither of you were really watching. steve took a sip from the bottle you’d handed him, trying to look relaxed, trying not to flinch every time your thigh shifted just an inch closer.

then you broke the quiet.

“so…” your voice was casual, but there was an edge of something else in it. “whatever happened to that girl you used to date in school? still with her?”

he froze mid chew, jaw tightening before he forced himself to swallow.

here’s steve’s reply—fumbling, defensive, and a little raw, with you keeping the upper hand:

“uh, nancy?” he wiped his hands on a napkin, suddenly too aware of the grease on his fingers. “nah. that… that ended a long time ago.”

you tilted your head, like you were piecing him back together from a distance. “huh. thought you two were gonna get married or something.”

he let out a laugh, sharp and humorless. “yeah, well. people thought a lotta things about me back then.”

you sipped your beer, eyes lingering on him over the rim. “so no girlfriend?”

“no,” he said too quickly. then, softer, “no. just me.”

his hand flexed against the blanket, restless, like he didn’t know what to do with it. he risked a glance at you, bracing for pity, for judgment.

but you just smiled—sweet, knowing, a little wicked.

and that made him squirm worse than anything else.

halfway through the movie, the pizza box sat abandoned on the floor, one corner soaked dark with grease. your bottle was nearly empty, his long since drained. the glow of the tv painted the room soft and flickering.

you’d shifted sometime during the last reel, stretching out more comfortably across the bed. your legs crossed, ankle sliding over shin, until your bare foot brushed lightly against his knee.

steve went stock-still.

just a touch, casual, but it lit him up in places he hadn’t felt in a long time. he told himself not to move, not to react—but his pulse jumped, and he knew you could probably hear it in the silence.

“you alright?” you asked finally, voice lilting, innocent like you didn’t know what you were doing.

his laugh came out tight. “yeah. fine. why?”

“you’re stiff.” you nudged his leg again with your toes, playful. “loosen up, harrington. you act like you’ve never hung out in a girl’s room before.”

his throat bobbed, mouth twitching like he couldn’t decide between a grin or a grimace. “not—like this.”

you smiled, slow, leaning back on your palms, foot still resting lightly against his jeans. “what’s different about this?”

he didn’t answer right away. his eyes dropped, betraying him—ankle, calf, the arch of your foot pressed against him like a secret.

“everything,” he muttered, almost too low for you to hear.

your grin widened.

you uncrossed your legs just to recross them the other way, deliberate, your foot dragging slow up the side of his calf before settling back on his knee.

“everything, huh?” you echoed, like you were tasting the word. “you’re awfully red for just hanging out, harrington.”

his jaw clenched, eyes flicking to the tv and back to you, quick and guilty. “it’s, uh, it’s warm in here.”

“mhmm.” your foot flexed against his thigh, nails grazing denim. “that’s it?”

he swallowed, throat working hard. “yeah. that’s it.”

but his body told on him—the shallow rise of his chest, the way his hand fisted in the blanket like he needed to anchor himself.

you tilted your head, lashes low, voice soft with feigned curiosity. “you’re not nervous, are you?”

he huffed a laugh, broken around the edges. “me? no.”

you shifted, leaning into his space, your foot still high on his thigh. he froze as your breath brushed his ear, the faintest graze of your lips against his skin.

“steve,” you whispered, fingers sliding through the soft strands at the nape of his neck, making him shiver. “wanna know a secret?”

his pulse jumped. “uh—sure.” it came out rough, too eager.

your smile curved against his ear. “i’ve always had a crush on you.”

he blinked, head jerking toward you, but you were already pulling back just enough to watch the disbelief flicker across his face.

“since high school,” you went on, voice syrupy. “and since you started delivering pizzas here once a week? at the start of the fall semester.” your fingers tightened lightly in his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch. “i’ve just always wanted to get close to you.”

the words poured straight through him, heat flooding low and fast.

he shifted, trying to hide it, but there was no disguising the way his jeans tented under the blanket, cock stiffening the longer you spoke.

you caught his glance downward, the shame in it, and your grin sharpened.

“guess i finally got what i wanted,” you teased.

and his body betrayed him again—thighs tensing, hips twitching like he couldn’t help himself.

your hand slipped from his hair down to his shoulder, then lower, settling warm and steady on his thigh.

steve went rigid.

your fingers traced lazy circles through the denim, inching higher, just millimeters from where he swelled against the fabric.

he tried to keep his breathing even, but the moment your nails dragged lightly upward, the sound tore out of him—low, broken, a moan he couldn’t catch in time.

his head dropped back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, jaw tight.

you tilted closer, lips brushing the corner of his mouth but not quite giving him what he wanted. your words purred against his skin.

“don’t you wanna kiss me, steve?”

his eyes shot open, glassy and desperate, chest heaving like every bit of composure he’d been clinging to had just slipped right through your fingers.

he groaned, the sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest, and before you could smirk again he was moving.

“fuck.. c’mere—“ he breathed,

his hand shot up to cup your jaw, the other finding your waist, and then his mouth crashed into yours. messy, sudden, like he’d been holding back for hours instead of minutes.

you tasted the beer on his tongue, the faint salt of pizza, the desperation he couldn’t hide anymore. his kiss wasn’t smooth, wasn’t practiced—it was hungry, teeth grazing your bottom lip, a little too rough, like he was terrified you’d pull away.

you didn’t.

you let him devour you, your fingers sliding higher on his thigh, brushing deliberately against the bulge straining his jeans. he groaned into your mouth, hips jerking before he could stop them.

“fuck,” he muttered against your lips, breath ragged. “you’re—god, you’re gonna kill me.”

you shifted suddenly, swinging one leg over his lap, settling down on him with a slow, deliberate roll of your hips.

steve’s breath caught sharp against your mouth, hands flying to your waist like he couldn’t help himself. the hard line of his cock pressed hot against you through his jeans, and he groaned at the contact, head dropping back against the wall.

you kissed him again, slower this time, dragging it out, your tongue sliding against his until he was panting. then you tangled your fingers into his hair and tugged, hard enough to make his head tip back, throat bared.

the kiss broke, a string of spit catching for just a second before snapping.

you leaned over him, lips hovering at his jaw, your voice low and sweet and devastating.

“god, steve,” you murmured, tugging again so he gasped. “you get this hard just from kissing me?”

his hips bucked beneath you before he could stop them, a choked sound ripping out of him.

“fuck—yeah, i—” he stammered, eyes blown wide, hands clutching at you like he didn’t know whether to hold you still or beg for more.

you smiled against his skin, sharp and knowing.

“poor guy,” you taunted, and tugged his hair again just to hear him moan.

you didn’t kiss him again right away. not this time. instead, you rocked your hips down over his lap, slow and grinding, the hard ridge of his cock trapped beneath you.

steve bit back a curse, his head thumping against the wall, hands clutching tight at your waist. you dragged yourself over him again, denim rasping against denim, heat building sharp and fast between you.

“jesus,” he groaned, bucking up without meaning to, trying to chase the friction you gave him.

you rewarded him with another kiss—messy, wet, your tongue sliding into his mouth, swallowing the noises he couldn’t stop making. he kissed back like a man starved, sloppy and frantic, moaning every time you shifted against him.

your hand tangled in his hair again, tugging his head back so you could trail your mouth down his jaw, down his throat. his chest heaved under you, his hips rutting up clumsy and desperate, grinding hard into the pressure of your body.

“please,” he rasped, the word falling out of him like he hadn’t meant to say it. “fuck, i-i need to feel you.”

your laugh was low and delighted against his neck. “can’t be patient?”

his eyes squeezed shut, a whine catching in his throat when you rolled your hips again, slow and mean.

you leaned back, peeling your shirt over your head in one smooth motion. his gaze snapped down, mouth falling open, his hands automatically reaching for you.

then you hooked your thumbs into your shorts and slid them down, tossing them aside until you were straddling him in nothing but your underwear, bare skin burning against his jeans.

steve’s breath stuttered, eyes wide and glassy. “holy fuck.”

you pushed against his chest until he leaned back, then set to work on him—fingers at the hem of his polo, tugging it up, exposing a line of hair trailing down his stomach. you kissed your way down that path until you were crouched between his thighs, his eyes huge as he watched you.

your mouth pressed over the bulge in his jeans, warm and wet through the fabric. steve jolted, a strangled noise breaking out of him.

“shit—oh my god.”

you grinned against him, then pulled back just enough to breathe the words. “you know… i heard rumors about how big your cock was back then.” your fingers dragged down the button fly, teasing. “didn’t think they were true.”

you yanked his jeans down in one swift move, the denim peeling from his thighs until he was left in nothing but his straining briefs, the outline of him obvious and obscene.

his face burned crimson, a helpless groan spilling out when your nails skimmed the waistband.

you only kissed the bulge once more—soft, taunting—before climbing back up his lap, settling on him again with your chest pressed to his, your smirk inches from his mouth.

“guess i was wrong,” you whispered.

his cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, pressing hot against your stomach as you settled back onto his lap.

he groaned the second you shifted over him, the sound guttural, his head falling back against the wall.

you reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around him, stroking slow as you rocked against him. his cock slid against your bare skin, the head smearing precum over your belly, and the sight of it—thick and desperate against you—made your grin wicked.

his chest heaved, a broken whimper catching in his throat.

you leaned close, lips brushing his ear. “fuck, stevie… you’re so hard for me. just from me sitting on your lap like this?”

he groaned again, hips jerking up into your fist.

“you wanna know how many times i fantasized about this?” you whispered, teeth grazing his earlobe. “every time you walked by, every time yoi smiled at me—wanted you to bend right me over. make a mess of me. now look who’s getting used.”

“god—fuck,” he gasped, his hand clutching your ass, nails biting into your skin.

you stroked him harder, dragging his cock along the slick heat between your thighs without letting him inside. “you’re pathetic for it, you know that?”

his moan was strangled, desperate, head tilting back as if the words alone were undoing him.

“all mine to play with tonight,” you taunted, licking into his mouth when he pulled you down to kiss him, your fist still working his cock between your bodies.

after a few more sticky strokes— you guided him to your entrance with a lazy drag of your fist, the leaky head of his cock slipping between your folds. he hissed through his teeth, every muscle in his body going tight as you slicked him up with the wet spill of your pussy.

“baby, jesus christ—” steve groaned, voice rough and shaky.

you only smiled, tilting your hips to tease the head against your clit before sinking down, slow, until the thick stretch of him worked you open inch by inch.

“oh, fuck—oh my god,” he gasped, head thumping back against the wall. his hands flexed on your waist like he didn’t know whether to hold you steady or pull you down harder.

you took your time, sliding lower until he was seated deep inside you, your walls fluttering around the heavy pulse of his cock. the twitching was immediate—his whole body shuddering, cock jerking inside you like he couldn’t handle the heat of it.

“so fucking tight,” he babbled, cheeks flushed bright red, eyes squeezed shut as if that would keep him from embarrassing himself further. “oh my god, it’s.. fuck—it’s been so long, you don’t..”

you leaned forward, fingers tangling in his hair again, tugging until his eyes snapped open, glassy and wild.

“so long?” you echoed, rocking your hips slow, letting him feel every inch drag through your dripping cunt. “you mean no one’s fucked you in a while, stevie?”

he moaned, pitiful and sweet, bucking up into you without rhythm. “n-not. not like this, not.. oh, god—feels too good—fuck, i can’t.”

you smirked, rolling your hips again, grinding down so your clit rubbed against his pelvis. “poor baby. all washed up, delivering pizzas, and you still get lucky enough to end up under me.”

his breath hitched, chest heaving as he tried to keep up with the pace you set, hands shaking against your ass.

“yeah,” you whispered in his ear, squeezing tight around him just to hear him gasp. “you’re lucky. so fucking lucky i’ve wanted this cock for years.”

he whined, high and wrecked, the sound tearing out of his throat before he could swallow it down.

your smirk only widened as you snapped your hips down harder, your pussy clapping wetly against him. the obscene sound filled the room, mixing with his gasps, his moans, his stuttered curses.

“fuck, fuck, fuck..” steve babbled, hands flying up to grip your hips like he couldn’t stop himself, like he had to hold on or drown. his nails dug in deep, but it didn’t slow you—only spurred you on, bouncing rougher in his lap until your wetness coated his thighs.

“oh my god.” his voice broke, forehead dropping to your chest. “too good—too fucking good.”

you tangled a hand in his hair again, jerking his head back so you could watch his face. his cheeks were flushed scarlet, sweat glistening at his temples, mouth slack with the prettiest, most pathetic sounds spilling out.

“look at you,” you taunted, grinding down cruelly, milking every twitch of his cock inside you. “can’t even keep it together, huh? been so long since anyone touched you, now you’re about to lose it in five minutes.”

“no—fuck.. please, d-don’t stop.” he gasped, his hips jerking helplessly up into you.

you laughed, breathless but wicked, riding him harder, wetter. each thrust dragged the thick head of his cock against that spot inside you, and you let out a sharp moan, clutching at his shoulders for balance.

his eyes rolled back, his whole body trembling. “god, y-you’re soaking me—fuck, you’re so wet, i can feel it dripping.”

“that’s ‘cause i like it, stevie,” you whispered against his ear, clenching down hard around him. “like your cock splitting me open. always knew i would.”

he choked on a moan, babbling nonsense now—“oh god, oh my god, feels so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop”—as you bounced rougher in his lap, puffy cunt swallowing him down again and again until the bed creaked beneath you both.

“fuck—fuck, i can’t—” steve stammered, hips stuttering up into you. his cock twitched hard inside, pulsing thick, and you felt the warning shiver roll through his body. “gonna—god, i’m gonna cum.”

you slammed down on him harder, silencing his whimper with your own sharp gasp. your pussy clenched around him, wet and messy, but you didn’t stop—you couldn’t.

“yeah?” you panted, nails digging into his shoulders as you bounced, chasing the ache blooming hot and desperate between your legs. “gonna cum already? so fucking pitiful for me, stevie.”

“please,” he gasped, his voice cracking. his face twisted, red and wrecked, his fingers clutching your ass like a lifeline. “please, i can’t—”

you leaned down, lips brushing his ear as you ground against him mercilessly, dragging your clit over his pelvis again and again. “you’ll take it. you’ll cum for me and you’ll fucking stay hard ‘til i’m done. won’t you?”

his broken whine tore through the room, and then he was spilling, cock jerking deep inside you as hot spurts of cum filled your cunt. he cried out, thighs trembling beneath you, body shaking like he couldn’t take it.

but you didn’t stop.

you kept grinding, kept slamming down on him, using the sloppy wet slide of his cock and his cum spilling out of you to push yourself higher.

“oh, fuck—” you moaned, chasing it now, rolling your hips with ruthless precision. “god, steve—just like that—don’t you dare fucking go soft on me.”

he whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, his whole body shuddering under the overstimulation. “oh my god—please, please.. baby. it’s so much.”

“i don’t care,” you hissed, clenching down hard, cunt milking every twitch of his cock. “you’re gonna make me cum, stevie. gonna fucking ruin me like you should’ve years ago.”

the words broke into a cry as it hit you, pleasure tearing through your stomach, your thighs quaking as you ground down one last desperate time. your pussy fluttered around him, soaking him, squeezing every last drop out of his overstimulated cock until your vision blurred.

you collapsed against his chest, gasping, the both of you drenched in sweat and slick. his heart pounded wild under your cheek, and his cock twitched weakly inside you, still stuffed full.

both of you panting like you’d just run a marathon, sweat cooling on your skin, his chest heaving against yours.

steve was trembling, muscles shot, arms wrapped weakly around your back like he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go.

“holy shit,” he whispered, voice shredded. his head tipped back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, hair sticking to his damp forehead. “i think you just… fucking killed me.”

you smirked against his throat, kissing the slick skin there. “don’t be dramatic, harrington. you’re still breathing.”

he let out a shaky laugh, the sound half broken, half relieved, like he couldn’t believe it actually happened. his cock twitched feebly inside you, overstimulated and leaking, but you didn’t move. you liked the feel of him there, the way his whole body still reacted to you even when he was wrung out.

“you’re insane,” he mumbled, but his hands slid up your spine like he never wanted you to get off him.

you just hummed, smug and satisfied, and let your cheek rest against his chest.

and that’s when it hit—an eruption of noise from the hall. shrieking, howling, laughter bubbling like champagne. someone’s voice loud and slurred—“shotgunnnnnnnnn!” followed by another round of cheers and stomping feet.

you giggled, breathless and glowing. “guess the party finally made it back here.”

steve groaned, dragging a hand over his face, still flushed bright red. “oh my god. i haven’t done a walk of shame in ages.”

you tipped his chin up with a finger, kissed his swollen mouth soft and taunting. “they’re gonna be pleased to see it.”

and you stayed right there, still wrapped around him, listening to the chaos outside while you both caught your breath—your secret little victory carved out in the middle of the noise.

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ALL HAIL PATHETIC STEVE HARRINGTON!!!!