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18+mdni. warnings: oral (f receiving). that's the premise of the blurb
ANAKIN SKYWALKER liked positions with you that made you whimper louder than you normally would. he liked hearing your cries for him, ones that he knew he could only elicit.
which is why he had you hoisted above the ground, your pussy right to his face. he had your back pressed against the wall, while he supported your thighs with your left leg swung over his shoulders, the other barely draped over his arm as you became limp in his grasp.
"ani!" you gasp as he softly nips your clit with his teeth, followed by his tongue soothing it with insistent lapping from your pussy to the very same sensitive bud.
holding you was easy, you felt almost weightless to him, his height and size. you looked beautiful spread out for him in his arms, at his mercy, letting him ravish you.
"that's it sweet girl." he murmurs against your center, where he increases his grip on your thighs, moving his thumbs in gentle circles before pressing his tongue into you, causing you to let out a low moan.
he knows how hard you're making him, the feeel of the strain of his cock against his pants was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. as opposed to having you in bed and eating your sweet cunt, which he also loved, he was usually able to find some friction then as he did it. but there was nothing to grind against to provide a moment of relief, making him all the more needy.
your fingers had locked themselves in his hair, tugging at the strands and doing what you could to grind against his face. he lifts his head to gaze at you, your pupils blown wide, but beyond that, he can see how soft your eyes become looking at him.
"you like using me baby? you wanna cum on my face?" he asks, his face hovering centimeters from dipping back to eating you again. your leg tightens around him and he can be sure if he was inside of you, he would've felt you squeeze his cock.
you nod. "yes. anakin please. don't stop."
he hums. "what a good girl. using her manners when she's so desperate."
he would love to have his fingers in you, but that would require putting you down, and making you cum in this position was entirely too good for him. he dips his head further toward your core, so his nose brushes your clit while he's able to continue his tongue fucking.
you mumble, your grip getting tighter in his hair.
"what's that baby?" he doesn't pull himself away from you, letting his voice vibrate against your pussy.
"m'gonna cum," you pant out, "anakin!"
he knows he overstimulates you sometimes, but when you cum for him, on his face like this, he can't help but contine, to taste all of you. he just loves you so much, how could he not?
clingy bf!clay x gf!reader | word count: 421
warnings: none // fluff
a/n: rewatched awake recently and iโm obsessed with clay beresford all over again. i donโt support billionaires, but when it comes to clay, iโm all his >แด<
CLAYTON BERESFORD was wary of welcoming new characters from his life after the betryayal he faced during heart surgery a few months back. The situation left a void that he thought would be impossible to fill in. Yet, you managed to carve your way to a special place in his heart. When he hired you as his new personal assistant, he made sure to cover an extensive background check regarding your personal lifeโ affairs such as criminal history, what schools you attended growing up, what you majored in, what positions youโd been involved in the past and present, the list goes on. He even considered doing a check on your family and friends, but there was something about you that led him to (mostly) trusting you. What started off as professional relations blossomed into something deeper, something more meaningful, and about year and a half later the both of you have been in a romantic affiliation for a good few months now.
During the past couple months heโs grown pretty attached to youโ and by โpretty attachedโ, it means he physically cannot function unless he has some form of interaction with you for a bit. After returning from the usual business meetings and whatnot, heโll sneak up on you while youโre attending to your own duties by enveloping your waist from behind and nuzzling your neck. โGod, baby, I missed you so much,โ heโll whimper while burying his face in the smoothness of your skin. โClay, we talked during lunch break two hours ago.โ youโd chuckle at his demeanor, earning another whining from him.ย โTwo hours is hellish. I need you stuck to me every minute.โ
He loves to spoil you with gifts despite your insistence on not having the need for such fancies, but heโs too stubborn. Nonetheless you greatly appreciate each and every one and in return you spoil him with physical affection, mostly tight hugs. When itโs your time to break apart, heโll squeeze you further and pull you firm to his chestโย โnot yet,โ he leans in and mutters in your ear, then gives the tip a little peck.
Then, at night, he showers you with all the cuddles and kisses he can give. At times heโll bury your face in his chest while you run your hands through his golden blond curls.ย โPromise you wonโt leave me? Wonโt betray me like the others did?โ heโll ask, to which youโll always reaffirm him with โIโd never dream of letting you go, baby.โ Which, had zero lies to it.
โ crossposted on ao3
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dividers by @chrisssiren
Warnings/notes: Head cannons of Haydenโs characters, yay! Mentions of sex, mentions of drugs, mentions of drinking, vulgar langue, mdni!
Aj takers:
he is an ass man. 100%. he would even eat your ass sometimes, but only if you were into it.
You two argue quite often because youโre scared about these jobs that he does, but he always reassures you heโs fine, and sometimes there is makeup sex.
He always wears that fucking hat, even around the house.
You slick back his hair for him everyday. It was something you started when you first began dating, but now it was a daily ritual.
He always makes you sit on his lap. While youโre eating, watching a movie, hanging out with family or friends. Youโre always on his lap, itโs basically your seat.
Stephen glass:
He is a boobs guy, no doubt. If heโs upset about something, he just loves to bury his face between your tits while you comfort him. And he loves sucking them.
He is very loving but manipulative. If you say or do something he doesnโt like, heโll just start crying and make you seem like the bad guy, making you feel bad and comfort him.
WHIMPERS. HE MOANS. CALLS YOU MOMMY. No one can say differently.
You are definitely the one that takes charge in bed, often riding him or sucking his cock.
And heโs obsessed with your pussy. Itโs all he thinks about. He craves you. Heโll eat you out until youโre pushing his head away, and even then, he tries to push for more.
James Kelly:
Ass guy. He always, always, smacks your ass when he passes by, or when you bend over. And you had gotten used to his behaviour now. It was amusing.
He is completely pussy whipped for you. He tries to seem like a tough guy in front of everyone else, but when itโs just you two alone, he can be slightly more vulnerable, just all over you, or demanding to cuddle.
His favourite position is doggy. I donโt know why, he just seems like a doggy type of guy.
He works just for you. After you moved in, he realized truly just how much he loved you, and he wanted to give you everything you wanted.
Only red flag is he is a bit of an alcoholic, but itโs nothing too concerning. He always drinks when he gets stressed, or goes to the bar after work.
Sam Monroe:
Boobs. Same as Stephen, he loves sucking on them and burying his face in between them.
He also loves your thighs. When heโs eating you out, his favourite part is the way your thighs squish his head when youโre close. He loves leaving hickeys and bite marks on them. His hand is always resting on your thigh while youโre driving.
He is kinky. He loves you choke and slap you when fucking, spank your ass and thighs, maybe even a little bit of knife play, calling you dirty things, etc.
But he can also be submissive at times, especially if youโre riding him. He just moans as you take control, his hands running all over your body.
Heโs good at aftercare, which surprised you after your first time together. He gives you weed, cleans you up, cuddles with you, puts on your favourite movie, which he hates. But itโs honestly sweet.
Authors note: GUYS LMK IF YOU LIKE THISS! I may do more characters.. หถ>โฉ<หถ
Warnings/notes: Head cannons of Haydenโs characters, yay! Mentions of sex, mentions of drugs, mentions of drinking, vulgar langue, mdni!
Aj takers:
he is an ass man. 100%. he would even eat your ass sometimes, but only if you were into it.
You two argue quite often because youโre scared about these jobs that he does, but he always reassures you heโs fine, and sometimes there is makeup sex.
He always wears that fucking hat, even around the house.
You slick back his hair for him everyday. It was something you started when you first began dating, but now it was a daily ritual.
He always makes you sit on his lap. While youโre eating, watching a movie, hanging out with family or friends. Youโre always on his lap, itโs basically your seat.
Stephen glass:
He is a boobs guy, no doubt. If heโs upset about something, he just loves to bury his face between your tits while you comfort him. And he loves sucking them.
He is very loving but manipulative. If you say or do something he doesnโt like, heโll just start crying and make you seem like the bad guy, making you feel bad and comfort him.
WHIMPERS. HE MOANS. CALLS YOU MOMMY. No one can say differently.
You are definitely the one that takes charge in bed, often riding him or sucking his cock.
And heโs obsessed with your pussy. Itโs all he thinks about. He craves you. Heโll eat you out until youโre pushing his head away, and even then, he tries to push for more.
James Kelly:
Ass guy. He always, always, smacks your ass when he passes by, or when you bend over. And you had gotten used to his behaviour now. It was amusing.
He is completely pussy whipped for you. He tries to seem like a tough guy in front of everyone else, but when itโs just you two alone, he can be slightly more vulnerable, just all over you, or demanding to cuddle.
His favourite position is doggy. I donโt know why, he just seems like a doggy type of guy.
He works just for you. After you moved in, he realized truly just how much he loved you, and he wanted to give you everything you wanted.
Only red flag is he is a bit of an alcoholic, but itโs nothing too concerning. He always drinks when he gets stressed, or goes to the bar after work.
Sam Monroe:
Boobs. Same as Stephen, he loves sucking on them and burying his face in between them.
He also loves your thighs. When heโs eating you out, his favourite part is the way your thighs squish his head when youโre close. He loves leaving hickeys and bite marks on them. His hand is always resting on your thigh while youโre driving.
He is kinky. He loves you choke and slap you when fucking, spank your ass and thighs, maybe even a little bit of knife play, calling you dirty things, etc.
But he can also be submissive at times, especially if youโre riding him. He just moans as you take control, his hands running all over your body.
Heโs good at aftercare, which surprised you after your first time together. He gives you weed, cleans you up, cuddles with you, puts on your favourite movie, which he hates. But itโs honestly sweet.
Authors note: GUYS LMK IF YOU LIKE THISS! I may do more characters.. หถ>โฉ<หถ
warning/notes: none, just single dad!james and fluff. this is gonna be a fic series, shout out to the anon who gave me this idea way before my break! although in the request james' daughter was 5, not 6, but i only remembered that after i'd already finished writing... anyway, hope you guys like it! english isn't my native language, not proofread.
"you have way too high expectations and standards, you know? maybe lower the bar a little and, y'know... relax?" you hear this from every other person when it comes to relationships.
but you don't wanna lower the bar. what for? you don't live in a vacuum and you see what guys are like these days, and what people around you call "high expectations" is literally the bare minimum. you're smart, well-rounded, beautiful, and even if you weren't any of those things- so what? you still deserve basic human decency, not bouncing between one extreme and the other, where you're stuck with either some andrew tate red pill incel bullshit follower or some super conservative "provider and protector of the family" type who might open doors for you but also wants to turn you into a housewife.
no. you're not waiting forย perfect, you're just waiting for... decent. reasonable. flawed, but not unhinged. you're willing to work on a relationship, you're willing to put in the effort, but it has to be mutual and it just has to... resonate somewhere deep inside you.
"don't wait for the love of your life to just knock on your door," you hear from coworkers who strongly suggest you sign up for tinder.
but sometimes, things fall into place the way they're supposed to without much effort.
hearing a knock at the door, you open it, and your eyes first land on a tall man in an unbuttoned shirt with a white tank top underneath and jeans, dark hair tousled, a tired-awkward smile on his lips, hands in his pockets- and you can spot a bit of his tattoo peeking out, a kid's backpack slung behind his shoulder- and then your gaze drops to a girl in a blue girl scout uniform, daisy petals pinned to her vest along with her troop number and an american flag patch. you've seen them before, you think they live at the end of the street, but you're not exactly big on chatting with neighbors.
"hello, my name is olivia and this is my dad james! i'm a girl scout from troop 'daisy'! would you like to buy some cookies to help our troop reach our goal?" olivia says clearly and with expression, then turns to james, clearly looking for his help.
"tell her about the goal, baby," he leans down and whispers in her ear, gently rubbing her back. "and which cookies you've got."
"with the money we raise, we're gonna buy food and toys for an animal shelter," olivia adds, a little less confident now, takes a breath, and continues brightly, "i have crispy thin mints, samoas, and..." she looks back at him again.
"and gluten-free toffee tastic," james says and, seemingly for the first time, lifts his gaze to you. "six dollars a box."
his piercing blue eyes linger on you.
"you're just adorable, you know that? how old are you, olivia?" you ask, leaning slightly toward the girl, and she smiles proudly, showing off a recently lost baby tooth on the side.
"i'm six!"
"then i'll take three boxes of thin mints and three boxes of toffee tastic. how many boxes is that total?" you ask, and olivia giggles, clearly amused by your question.
"six! i can count, i'm going to school in the fall actually," olivia says with an important air, and james watches this exchange with a now more relaxed smile. thank god she inherited the ability to communicate with people and the world around her from her mother, not from him.
"yeah? maybe you can figure out how much money i need to pay then? or should we ask your dad for help?" you lift your gaze to james - your eyes meet. "you count, and i'll go grab some cash, okay, olivia? you two can have a seat," you nod toward a small bench on the porch, a little coffee table next to it with a vase of dried flowers in the center.
while you go inside to get money, james and olivia move toward the bench. he pulls out six boxes of cookies, and olivia, sticking out the tip of her tongue, tries to count on her fingers how much you owe - she hasn't learned multiplication yet.
"two packs of cookies is twelve dollars... three..." she counts out loud, bending her little fingers, and james watches his daughter with a warm smile, not interfering unless she asks for help, because he knows she can do it. he tries to be a better parent than his father was, and for him that's the number one priority, given that he's raising olivia on his own after the divorce.
"dad? i can't count it," olivia sighs, giving up, and james rubs her back encouragingly.
"that's okay, baby girl. you'll learn that in school. it'll be thirty-six. tell her she needs to pay thirty-six dollars."
you come out of the house with your wallet and a pack of reese's peanut butter cups.
"i dunno if you like these, but i love them," you say, "taking treats from strangers is actually not a great idea, but even if you don't eat them- just consider it a little gift for you," smiling, you hand the pack to olivia and her eyes go wide as she immediately takes them.
"thank you so much, miss! thank you, you're so kind! that'll be, uh... that'll be thirty-six dollars!" the girl says, catching herself. james had already placed the six boxes of cookies on the coffee table and was now silently watching your interaction with olivia again. it was heartwarming to see her eyes light up with joy.
"thank you," james says, looking at you. his voice sounds deeper and lower, like a wild cat's purr.
"thankย you," you say with a soft smile and hand him forty dollars. "keep the change. homeless animals deserve more food and toys."
james takes the money from your hands, his rough, calloused-from-constant-physical-labor fingers brushing against your soft ones. no electric spark between you, but the touch feels surprisingly pleasant. you can get a better look at his tattoo now - a tree trunk on his forearm, its roots trailing down onto his fingers.
"thank you! you're so kind, miss," olivia says, beaming her toothless smile, looking at you with her big eyes as you fill out the cookie order form. "i hope you like the cookies! we're gonna be selling them at the city park on saturday, you can come and buy more!"
james quietly hums, proud of the sales skills already showing in olivia's character, and you let out a soft laugh.
"if i'm not busy, i'll definitely come. good luck with sales, you two," you hand the form back to james and he tucks it into the kid's backpack, which looks especially funny on his broad shoulders.
"goodbye, miss!" olivia says, but james hesitates.
"your table legs are wobbly," he says, looking at you, "barely hanging on. the tabletop's glass, if you put something heavy on it, the legs might give out, the glass will break and that won't be great. i could stop by sometime this week, fix it," he clears his throat and offers. his gaze is glued to your face again. "i already have your phone number, so i can just text you and we'll figure it out."
you glance at the coffee table. are the legs really wobbly? you hadn't noticed before. james, catching your hesitation, raises his palms up.
"no charge."
not that you're worried about money. you smile and shrug.
"and here i thought it was an elegant way to sell an extra box of cookies," you tease him, and a boyish smile almost spreads across james' face. "text me and we'll figure it out then. thank you," you tilt your head slightly and finally step back inside.
well, you definitely opened the door to something more than just a girl scout today.
that man deserved an happy ending
UNLESS YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOU
Iโm so fucking serious
james franco over hayden christensen? FUHH NO๐ โโ๏ธ hayden solos james
18+mdni, based on this request <3
disgustingly fluffy. didn't even look at my response but i did exactly what i said i would do lmfao. took this ask and ran with it
you were on the couch, dozing off in front of the tv when you heard the penthouse door shut softly, barely making a sound. your eyes flutter open, turning to the door.
CLAYTON BERESFORD looked exhausted. he still moved towards you, dragging his feet as he walked. he collapses onto the couch, on top of your laying form, and sighs.
"rough day?" you ask, running a hand through his hair.
"something like that." he groans against your chest. he pauses, before pressing himself deeper against you, his cheek against your breast. "this makes me feel better, though." he mutters.
you giggle, stroking his blonde hair, your nails bringing a deep exhale out of him. he looks upward at you, before moving up to kiss you softly. you can tell he wants more, he doesn't let up and keeps pressing open mouthed kisses on you. his touch is gentle as he cups your cheeks continuing his attack on your lips.
you don't mind that he has to go slow because of his heart. each time it always feels so passionate, loving, like it means more to him every time you have sex. you couldn't ask for anything else. not to say that he doesn't like to get a little dominant. which you never could complain about either- it's always a nice twist when it does happen.
clay takes off your shirt, planting more kisses on your uncovered breasts when it's removed, his hands softly thumbing a nipple as he alternates between them. he clearly relishes your whimpers as he teases you, his hips grinding into the couch to relieve some tension. he's quickly back to your lips, you both can never get enough, his tongue seeking inside your mouth.
clothing is stripped, leaving you both bare, heat emulating from the two of you. you're interlocked between each other as he slowly presses into you, a groan leaving his mouth as he does. he leans into you, burying himself to the hilt. there's a fire in his eyes that you adore seeing, one that you see now, in moments like these, but in others when he's telling you how proud of you he is or like the one time you were helping his mother pick flower arrangements.
"i love you." he rasps, his eyes never leaving yours. another thrust in.
"i love you too." your hand finds his cheek and he leans closer to you, now driving deeper inside of you. he swallows your inhale, watching you tip your head back.
"you're so beautiful. so perfect for me."
you bury your head in the crook of his neck, kissing his shoulders, his neck, creating whimpers out of him. you think you could truly just finish from how he talks to you, but combined with his deep strokes and your hips bucking against him you especially won't last long.
clay knows this, finding a pace that brings him even closer to the edge. he prefers to finish together, so he doesn't overstimulate you if you finish early- which you wouldn't mind, but he's adamant- he holds on until you both feel a release building that can't be stopped.
"cum for me sweetheart. squeeze my cock, milk it out of me baby." your pussy spasms around him as he releases inside of you, feeling his cock throb deep inside of you. your arms wrap around him as he resumes his position on your chest, a shaky exhale leaving his body.
"feeling better?"
"by miles my angel." he hums.
divider by @/cursed-carmine
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Warnings/notes: smut, missionary, softdom!scott, slight angst, all characters are eighteen! I came up with this from this request!
You were Scottโs girlfriend. The complete opposite of him. You both attended Mount Horizon for troubled kids. You both had the same drug problem, you were both addicted, and went through similar family situations, which is why you started dating. You understood each other.
And you were in the same group, the cliffhangers. Everything was great. You had the perfect boyfriend, friends, people that understood you. Nothing like your home life. But that all changed when Peter told Scott he was able to go home Friday. Scott was excited, and you were happy for him! But you also realized that he would be leaving. He was leaving you. You knew he didnโt have a choice, and he always talked about both of you leaving together. But it was just him.
He was leaving for football. His dad took him out because he had a huge opportunity, even though Peter advised he kept him there longer.
You started to avoid him. You wanted it make it easier for yourself when he left. And Scott was confused. He knew you were purposely avoiding him, he wasnโt stupid. He just didnโt know why. Maybe he was a little stupid. He had tried to talk to you multiple times, but you just ignored him or made up some excuse to leave. He was sick of it. It was already Thursday, he was leaving tomorrow! You cried nearly every night. He was the only person that made you feel like your true self, not someone that had to hide her feelings and vulnerability.
You were in the cabin, reading a book, getting ready for bed, when there was a knock on the door. All of the girls stood up, leaving you confused and alone. Just then, Scott walked in. What the hell was he doing here? He definitely wasnโt allowed. โWhat is this?โ You asked, confused and suspicious. He walked over to your bed, his jaw slightly clenched. โI came here to talk to you. Youโve been avoiding me, and I leave tomorrow. What your issue?โ He asked, irritated, but you could see he was also hurt, even though he tried to cover it up with anger.
You rolled your eyes, putting your book aside and sitting up. โDoes it matter?โ You asked, raising an eyebrow. He scoffed, โare you kidding? Youโre my girlfriend, of course it matters.โ He said, getting even madder. โWell youโre leaving tomorrow, so technically Iโm not.โ You said, before laying back down, continuing to read your book. But he snatched it out of your hands, throwing it on one of the other beds. โWhy would you say that? Are you stupid?โ โNo, but you must be! You seriously think weโre gonna stay together?โ You shot back, getting irritated also.
He passed, furrowing his eyebrows. โThats what this is about? Me leaving?โ He asked, his tone lowering. โObviously.โ You said, your voice also lowering, becoming a little more vulnerable now that the truth came out. He sat down on the edge of your bed. โWhy havenโt you just talked to me about it? Instead of ignoring me?โ โBecause thereโs no point. Talking isnโt gonna make you stay.โ You said. You knew you were being selfish, but you didnโt care right now. He was the only thing that made you happy.
He took a deep breath. Even though he was excited to get out, you were on his mind this entire week. And, the prom Peter was hosting was on Saturday. Which means you had no date, something you both were looking forward to. โYouโre seriously mad at me for leaving? Did you think I was gonna stay here the rest of my life?โ He asked. You scoffed. โAre you serious? Iโm not mad at you, idiot! Iโm just trying to break it off easier.โ You said, which made him pause.
โBreak it off? Youโre breaking up with me?โ He asked in disbelief, getting off the bed. โUse your brain. Long distance relationships never work. Especially when you canโt even communicate..โ you muttered, your voice breaking. He clenched his jaw, stopping himself from saying something hurtful. Without another word, he stormed out, tears pricking his eyes.
The girls came back inside, looking all confused. โWhat was the about?โ Juliette asked. You ignored her and laid down, pulling the blanket over your head, turning off your lamp. The next day, you didnโt even say bye to him. He waited, but you never came. You couldnโt take it. You spent the whole day crying, and Peter let you take the day off from chores. Even though he pretended not to know, he knew there was something going on between you two.
Saturday came around, and Sophie had given the girls a box of dresses to choose from for the dance. You werenโt gonna go. It was pointless, you had no date, and youโd just be miserable. But the girls convinced you to come, Daisy promising sheโd stay with you the entire time. Which she did. She was a real friend to you also. You picked out a pretty purple dress, and black heels. You all walked to where the prom was being held. There was loud music, flashing lights, food and drinks. It looked like an actual prom.
It wasnโt as bad as you thought it would be. You actually had a little fun dancing and talking with your friends. Suddenly, Shelby smirked, grabbing your arm. โCome, I need you show you something.โ She said, dragging you outside. You were confused, where was she taking you? But you let her drag you, the cold night air hitting your face. Suddenly, you heard a voice say your name. You looked over and saw Scott, standing there in a tux. Your eyes widened. What was he doing here?! Shelby rolled her eyes. โOkay love birds, Iโll give you two some privacy.โ She said before going back inside.
He walked over to you, his hand cupping your cheek. โYou look beautiful..โ he said, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. You scoffed softly, in shock he was here, your heart was racing. โHow are you even here right now?โ You asked, avoiding eye contact. โI asked my dad to let me stay.. my dad still doesnโt believe me.โ He said, huffing. His dad was an asshole, who picked his fiancรฉe over his kid.
You scoffed. โWhy would you choose to come back? You couldโve left.โ You asked, leaning into his touch. โBecause I couldnโt stand leaving you behind.โ He said, his voice soft. You sighed, biting your tongue so your eyes wouldnโt water. You hated crying. โYouโre such an idiot..โ you said before leaning up, smashing your lips against his. He immediately responded, kissing you back with as much passion and love.
You both pulled back, but only to guide him to your cabins. No one was there, and all the teachers were at prom. The second the door closed, his lips were back on yours, gently laying you down on your bed. โI love you..โ he said between kisses. He had never said that before, it made your heart flutter. โI love you too..โ you said, taking off his tux, while he took off your dress.
Before you knew it, you both were just in your undergarments. He was kissing down your neck, unhooking your bra before sliding it off your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him. He didnโt waste any time, sucking on your hardened nipples, before continuing to kiss down your body. โYouโre so pretty..โ he said between kisses, placing a kiss on your hip before pulling off your panties.
You bit your lip, spreading your legs wider for him. He threw your legs over his shoulder, leaving a hickey on your inner thigh before licking a long stripe up your slit. You moaned softly, spreading your legs wider. He groaned at the taste of you, wrapping his mouth around your clit, his tongue flicking against your clit. Your back arched, hands running through his hair, encouraging him to continue.
He continued for a few moments before pulling away, climbing back up you again. He took off his boxers, throwing them somewhere around the cabin, before pressing his lips against yours. He was gentle, he always was with you. He lined himself up with your entrance before pushing in, making you gasp softly against his lips. He bottomed out, staying still for a few seconds to let you adjust before he started to roll his hips, hitting your g spot just perfectly.
โOh god.. right there..โ you moaned softly, looking down where you two met. He gently grabbed your chin, bringing your head back up to look at him. โYeah? Am I doing good?โ He asked, secretly wanting to hear your praise. You nodded, kissing the tip of his nose. โReally good..โ you moaned, which made him speed up a little more, now thrusting, but still hitting your g spot. Your legs wrapped around his hips, head falling back against the pillow. His forearms stayed beside your head, keeping himself up so he doesnโt put too much of his weight on you.
โYou feel so good..โ he groaned, closing his eyes as he buried his face in your neck, thrusting a little faster, but still remaining gentle. Soft pants escaped your lips, feeling your orgasm approaching. โYes, yes, yes!โ You moaned louder, nails digging into his back. He sucked and kissed on your neck. โGonna come fโme?โ He asked, his hands running through your hair, pulling softly to make you look directly into his eyes.
You nodded, not taking your eyes off his, lips parted. He almost moaned at the sight of you. You always looked beautiful to him, but even more so like this. He loved pleasuring you like this. He felt his orgasm also approaching, groaning in pleasure. You both came at the same time, his thrusts never slowing until you both became sensitive. He pulled out of you, his come leaking out of your hole and onto the bed. He let out a breathless laugh, pecking your lips before grabbing a tissue, cleaning up the mess. โYou still alive?โ He teased, playfully slapping your inner thigh. You whined in playful announce. โDonโt do that!โ
Authors note: if only you were real Scott
wowโฆ just absolutely wow i canโt believe that i actually just read this this is so beautiful and good
iโve seen laah so many times and iโm trying to figure out what brand/ style of the cross long sleeve sam is wearing
18+mdni
warnings: age gap, masturbation (f), power dynamics, implied watching reader masturbate, dirty talk, pillow humping, fingering, unprotected piv, mentions of hickies, overstimulation
dads best friend! james kelly x younger reader, sorta a second pt to this!
it felt like hours ago your father left you at home, saying he was going for drinks and to play pool at the dive with his best friend, JAMES KELLY. you were home for christmas, a much needed break from the week of exams you took. which were absolutely ridiculous.
you had pulled out a bottle of pinot grigio that you're sure your father had completely forgotten about. by this point, you were nearing a third glass and your next movie in line wasn't going to be something from the television. you groan outwardly, the all too familiar ache settling in between your thighs. your mind drifts, thinking of the last time you were home.
your dads friend- james- had taken care of you every single night. in more ways than one. he had you unravelling around him any time the two of you were left alone and you couldn't think of a better way to spend your summer. he was more than furious that you chose to go back to school, since he couldn't police your every movement- which was code for, i can't see what men you're talking to. you weren't sure if he knew you were home, but knowing your father, he would mention how excited he was you were home for christmas, and some other fatherly sentiments on top of that. you wondered if he would try and see you.
how silly it sounded, wondering about a 40 something year old man, when you could just text back the boy you went out with two weeks ago for instant gratification. but that wasn't the routine you liked. you liked the chase. the obsession. the drama of it all. that boy the other week... chris maybe? was that his name? he was just too plain.
your logical thoughts start drifting, desire plotting in its wake. you needed to find release. soon. you sigh at having to move from your position on the couch but find your way to your room anyways. contemplating your options, you choose the folded pillow as your target. quiet enough, if needed, that if your father returned home, you'd be able to hear the door. you strip your sleep shorts and panties off, leaving you in a yellow v neck t shirt. you keep it on. for modesty, one could joke.
as soon as your bare clit hits the pillow, you let out a moan, as if it's been waiting to be released from you. you grind slowly on it, letting your imagination drift into the places you haven't touched. and god did you want james right now.
the way his fingers curl into you, how he licks your juices clean from your pussy after you've came so much you're limp. you whimper at the thought. you haven't done anything with a man since james. nothing could even come close and you didn't want to just be disappointed. but he hadn't given you the time of day since he found out you weren't choosing to drop out and stay home. which, was truly ignorant because you're this close. he just wanted access to you at all times.
you're falling deeper and deeper into ecstasy, your mind clouded by lust and those three glasses of wine. you've become lost in pleasure, allowing yourself to whimper his name as if he's the one bringing all of this to you.
"james... james oh fuck!" you cry softly, folding over as your orgasm rocks through your body.
"is that all you've got?" a voice from your doorway startles you, making you turn and look at your unexpected visitor. james, standing in your room, pupils blown wide watching you.
"how...why are you here?" you can't piece together why he would be in your room when only your father should've been returning.
he walks further in, standing at the edge of your bed now. you're still shamefully soaking through the pillow, perched on top.
"car broke down. couldn't get home. your dad told me to just stay here and we'll work on it tomorrow." he pauses, watching your face, trying to read your emotions. "i wasn't aware his daughter was in town."
"got here a few days ago." you're too nervous to make any movement. his gaze is heating you, one you occasionally have to look away from.
"and no one thought to tell me." you want to go with the logical side, why would your father mention it off the rip? but you know he means you. he's pissed you didn't make your appearance known to him.
you drop your voice. "you didn't- haven't- really wanted to talk to me since i left." you're entirely sure you sound whiny, asking for someone twice your age to be responsive towards you. instead, he moves even closer, coming around to your side of the bed, hovering over you. you have to tilt your head to look up at him.
"i just want you all to myself babygirl. it's hard to think about you with other boys. they don't deserve you."
the pulsing feeling in your core was coming back, hotter than ever.
"james." your voice is thick. he knows. his cock is straining against his pants at the sight of you on this pillow, wet and soaking, needy for him.
"you want me to help you baby?" he coos, thumbing a nipple through your shirt. you nod wordlessly, a silent beg for him to do something, anything, before you explode. "you have to tell me. say it."
"please touch me." the words tumble out of your mouth in seconds.
"lean forward. on your knees. keep your clit on that pillow. yes, good girl." you're on all fours, with the pillow pressing against your cunt beneath you. he gives an approving smack on your ass, before spreading you apart. without warning his tongue is pressed inside you, flicking, diving deeper. his hands keep grip on your ass, as he's still standing next to the bed, leaning down. his fingers slide in you, one at a time, until he's fucking your pussy with his fingers to a pace that forces your body to move against the pillow. the sensation is mind numbing, you feel as if your legs have gone into shock. one orgasm bleeds into the next and james has no intentions of stopping anytime soon it appears.
when he removes his fingers, he holds you in place on the pillow as he unbuckles his pants and undresses, releasing his needy cock. he takes his time pressing the head against your pussy, watching it split open, your juices covering him, then pulling back.
"james please!" you beg, despite being overstimulated and exhausted, the need for him is buzzing and alive.
"please what?" he presses against you again, this time waiting.
"please fuck me. please." a pathetic cry but it does the trick as he thrusts into you.
"if your dad wasn't home, i'd be makin' you scream for me so i could wear out that voice for me." he leans down, into your ear to whisper, and as he does, he bottoms out even deeper. with a tight grip on your hips, he fucks you, every so often pulling you by the hair to kiss you. open mouthed, needy kisses, ones that radiated desire and want, and he never wanted to stop.
"i'm the only one who can take you like this. mine." he rasps, finally allowing you escape off the pillow, to now be laid on your back, legs wrapped tight around him.
"i don't," your breaths are ragged, "see anyone else. haven't since the summer."
it feels like such a childish conversation, one you especially shouldn't be having in the middle of sex, or with your fathers best friend. all of it was incredibly wrong. he pauses inside you, staring at you. maybe you ignited something completely different, you're not sure. but his lips find way to your neck, collarbone, breasts. leaving purple bruises as he goes. the sight turns him on even more, seeing how he's marking you, knowing no one else can get you. except him.
"wrap those legs tighter 'round me baby." he urges, as you lock your legs around his waist and he drives deeper into you. he watches you, your back arched off the bed, eyes glazed over, approaching yet another orgasm. "that's it angel. just like that. gonna cum f'me?"
you nod, the euphoric feeling already taking control of your body. he picks up his relentless pace, his cock throbbing inside of you, begging for its own release. his mind jumbles together, his words an amalgamation of his thoughts.
"good girl...cum for daddy. that's it. gonna fill you up, okay? gonna make sure that pussy is marked with me and only me. mm fuck!"
he collapses against you as you feel him soften inside you and wrap your arms around his neck.
"missed your pussy so much." he says against your neck. "i can't wait to give you your new favorite christmas present."
you don't have to think hard as to what that could possibly entail. you just wonder how long until your father becomes suspicious.
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18+mdni, based on this request!!
scott barringer x reader
"it's wonderful." you smiled sweetly at your boyfriend, SCOTT BARRINGER, as he stood proudly in front of a picnic blanket displaying food and flowers. he was clearly over the moon in seeing your happiness at what setup he had created, though he wouldn't show it outwardly. you press a chaste kiss on his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"wanted to do somethin' special for your birthday." he motions again to the setup, placed on a clearing of grass and wildflowers. the sun had just begun setting, casting an orange glow over the field.
"well it's absolutely that." you sit down, pouring a glass of wine, cheap for sure, you know scott knows nothing about wine- but he tried anyways. he sits down behind you, pulling you into his lap. his head rests on top of yours, his arms coming around your middle. you relax into him, watching the scenery in front of you, the sun slowly setting, the lazy breeze that occasionally drifted the flowers.
scott, after some time, starts to press soft kisses against your neck and under your earlobe. you hum at the sudden increase in intimacy and he continues, his hands starting to wander down your hips to steady on both your inner thighs.
"in the field scotty?" you whisper, but you already know his answer, especially at this rate.
"lemme fuck you and make what i'm looking at even better." he nips your earlobe, before his hand disappears under your white linen dress, one that truly did not stand a chance tonight. he palms your clit on the outside of your lace panties, before giving you a push forward onto your knees. you lean forward, arching your hips upward towards him. he presses a kiss on your still clothed pussy, before slipping it to the side and running a finger along your slit, which was now becoming increasingly wetter.
you can almost see his boyish grin as he gives a playful slap on your ass before his cock is pressing against your entrance, eliciting a moan from you. your wine, food, anything else on that blanket is long forgotten as he pushes in, burying himself deep into you. he pauses when he bottoms out to adjust, a hand on your hip, another buried in your hair.
"happy birthday baby." he murmurs, before his pace becomes something that could put you in a coma, something that has your eyes rolling back and barely able to catch a breath. there's something ironically meaningful in the filthy things coming from his mouth in contrast with the stunning scenery in front of you.
"mmm... atta girl. take it." another slap on your ass, a squeeze, before he reaches around to roll your nipple between his thumb.
"scott... m'gonna cum!" the pressure in the position had finally broken the dam, you could feel it crashing onto you.
"yes baby, cum for me. you're dripping." his voice is soaked in lust, his strokes becoming uneven, any rhythm lost. you can tell he's holding back, waiting for you to finish before he releases, he wants to feel you squeeze him as his final stroke. it happens one moment after another, it rocks through you, a shudder making you grip the blanket. his grip on you becomes intense, his movement stuttering before he's pulling out and painting your back and ass with his cum.
you drop to your stomach, as he blots your back with napkins from the basket.
"i should take you on scenic trips more often, hm?"
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chat should i buy this?๐ค๐
i put my sister on hayden christensen a few months ago and we havenโt stopped sending each other edits of clayton beresford ever since ๐ญ